#ikwydls

“ blockin’ my call? don’t tempt me

promise i won’t let you forget me. ”

part II, part III

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, you abruptly end the year-long affair you’ve been having with theodore/teddy, a married man, and he doesn’t take it well.

CASSETTE Bout Mine - Mariah the scientist

¡WARNINGS! wc 5.6k ➺ lengthy smut!! 18+ MDNI, dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, physical aggression, suggested sexual situations, body worship, pet names, choking, unprotected sex;p in v, creampie, breeding k!nk

A/N hi lovelies! ‘in his dreams’ part II coming soon ! my first attempt at writing a thriller, it’s one of my favorite genres to read so i wanted to give it a try! this is also my first time writing some smut in a minute (i blushed so hard writing it too LOL) please excuse any mistakes i may make 😭 i had so much fun with it though, let me know what yall think <3

the biggest mistake of your life is him.

at first there was nothing to be ashamed of. just quick glances back and forth at the bar after you'd had a long, fucked up day and needed a drink, or 4, to decompress.

the faint, melodic sound of rain riddling the roof served as a yet another sign that you weren’t supposed to be there. it wasn’t your usual bar of choice, but a client of yours lived on that side of town and needed you to make a house call. you usually didn’t do those, but you figured why not?

you’d know soon enough.

you observe the room. frantic bartender, chatty waitresses moving to and fro, the grating sound of chairs scraping the ground as tables are turned and repositioned, loud, drunken laughter. nothing out of the ordinary.

and then your eyes land on him. he sat a few stools down from you, nursing a glass of brown liquor, he already had a few beers from the looks of it.

the first thing you noticed about teddy was his impeccable posture. it was like he sat with a purpose. sure of himself, solid. dressed down in a long sleeved, navy blue shirt and grey slacks that complimented the color of his eyes perfectly.

your gaze drifts down his thick, muscular arms and stagger at the watch that adorned his wrist

you didn’t know much about men’s jewelry but you recognized that one, seen it on plenty of the male clients you’d represented. it was expensive as hell.

now, you see it. the glint of the gold wedding band he has on his finger. not too flashy, definitely not new

which begged the question: what was a guy like that, married and loaded, doing in a place like this? escapism? you wondered.

but that was your problem, always wondering, always curious about people. wanting to know more. and it eventually got you in a world of trouble.

teddy watched you too.

he was just better at it, much more careful than you. the way he trained himself to be.

each time you lifted the glass to your mouth he stole a glance. unwavering and focused. tracing the curve of your wine red lipstick coated lips as they settled around the rim, the restless tap of your manicured fingers atop the bar, your curls slicked neatly into a puff at the base of your neck.

his curiosity sharpened when he overheard the tail-end of the heated phone call with an associate at your firm that you’d ended with a string of curse words he never knew sounded so good when used together.

he assumed it was a boyfriend, or someone you were dating, he didn’t know. or care

he just enjoyed watching you.

your eyes exposed every emotion that your face tried to hide.

and that was when he decided he’d watch you a little longer.

from then on stolen glances became intentional and precise. timed, almost. gentle smiles became lingering stares. batting eyelashes and hidden blushes. he had you right where he wanted—no, needed you.

now, he went in for the kill.

“you done letting people ruin your night?” he turned to ask, the corner of his lips curving into a knowing smirk, beautiful blue-green eyes glued to yours.

and then it was history.

he was funny, charming. super witty. said all of the right things. so much so that you’d forgotten the married aspect of it all. the type of guy you could talk to for hours and he'd listen, interested in how the words leaving your drunken mouth have shaped you into the woman sitting in front of him,

which eventually turned into numbers being exchanged and late night conversations in his loft a block over.

you knew it was wrong, but you were so in it that by that point the lines of what was right were blurred.

one thing led to another like it always does with these things.

on a gloomy, rainy evening a couple of weeks later you were craving a listening ear. his. and he didn’t hesitate to be there for you.

his large veiny hand resting on your knee to serve as comfort after you both had one too many glasses of wine quickly became your mouths intertwining, and before you knew it your legs were being pinned into the sofa cushion behind your head, foreheads touching while he slowly slid in and out of the sticky mess you made, whispering dirty praises against your lips.

you were so disgusted with yourself after the first time that you avoided him for over a month. he called you almost every day, texted too. all ignored.

and then one day you leave work and he's sitting coolly on the hood of your car, bouquet of flowers in hand. saying everything he felt would make you feel better about the situation. the usual

"we haven’t been happy in a long time"

"we don't even have sex anymore"

"we’re getting a divorce"

then came the expensive gifts being left at your doorstep. flowers routinely delivered to your office. the spontaneous, well thought out dates. the weekend getaways. it was all so perfect.

until you remembered.

and you always remembered.

looking back you don't understand how a woman with the education you have believed any of the lies he told you. maybe because you wanted to

maybe because you really liked (love) him and needed something, anything to make you feel better about the fucked up shit you were doing with this woman's husband.

but none of it matters now, because you ended everything a week ago.

it’s nearing nightfall and you’ve just finished one of your many daily avoidant activities: grocery shopping.

incorporating little domestic things like this into your routine has been helping ease you back to the normal that you’ve missed so much.

the cold, emptiness of your apartment greets you as soon as you slip out of your new balances. you set the bags onto the counter top, digging in your back pocket for your phone and thumb through the notifications you’ve been ignoring all day.

hundreds of missed calls stacked on top of each other, sappy text messages from different numbers, friend requests from fake pages, and work emails buried beneath the chaos. a heavy sigh leaves your lips at the sight.

and then, your phone starts ringing again in your hand. you don’t do anything with it. no answer, no decline, just stare down at the screens glow. hands trembling. skin riddled with goosebumps. silently begging for him to stop, to get tired of chasing you and finally leave you alone for good. the guilt is eating you alive at this point.

he has a wife, a son. a family at home. yet he still threaded himself into your life and refused to let go, even after you’d tried to do the right thing.

now you shuffle down the dim hallway to your bedroom.

you figure you’d shower first and then get dinner started, so you pull a satin night dress and matching panties out of their respective drawers and lay them out on your bed before trudging into the bathroom

the mirror is the last place you look these days. you’re afraid to see what looks back at you, how badly stopping everything has effected you.

and to make it even worse, he still filled every crevice of your mind, even after you’ve told yourself it had to end.

his deep, sultry laugh, him touching you in ways that nobody else had ever done before, the feeling of his pillowy lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you—

you shake your head rapidly, eyes tightened shut. breathing shaky, trying to stop the thoughts before they start. trying not to go back there.

you’re sitting at the edge of your sink now. back turned to your reflection dressed in nothing but a towel, and you watch as the steam begins to wind up into the air above the shower head

finally.

the hot water runs down your spine rinsing away all of the memories that keep looping

you stand there for a while before and after bathing, basking in the warmth of the fog as it wraps around you. you never want to leave. but you do anyway

and you wish you hadn’t.

after drying yourself off and slipping into the plush robe, still avoiding the mirror, you use muscle memory to weave your curls into a low thick braid down your back. then you pause

the soft hum of what sounds like r&b music echoes into your room from the hallway.

you know you didn’t turn anything on, and yes, you and your neighbors occasionally get each others alexa’s mixed up but this isn’t one of those times.

when you step back into your room your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. the music is louder now, and your eyes widen in horror at the sight of the large box of red roses sitting at the foot of your bed.

your whole body shudders.

slowly, you approach the flowers, heart pumping so hard it may burst through your ribs.

and you feel the color drain from your face the longer your eyes linger on the card at the top.

Love U

simple, but charged. it served the purpose he wanted it to.

your fingers dig into the sleeves of your robe, steadying you, and the music keeps playing. filling the apartment like he wants you to know he’s here

you let out a shaky breath before taking a step back from the box and quickly dressing yourself.

the knot in your stomach gets tighter with each step. feet padding softly against the wooden floor of the hallway, and the further you go the louder the music gets.

by the time you get to the entrance of the kitchen your heart is pounding so hard that it hurts. you stop suddenly, blood running cold

he’s standing there.

leaning back against the counter, toned arms bare beneath the white wife-beater, crossed over his chest. his leather jacket is thrown over the chair sitting underneath the island.

he’s relaxed. too relaxed. as if he rehearsed this

so you step closer.

and his eyes set on you the moment you come into view. his jaw is tight, eyes dark, unreadable. not just anger, but something else too. hurt, maybe? it’s horrifying. like the calm before a storm.

the silence between the two of you is deafening.

you don’t know how he got in, or when, but the door hasn’t been forced open. the hinges are in tact, and there’s no signs of breakage at the lock

and then it hits you.

he used a key.

except, you’d never given him one.

the realization makes your breathing catch. skin crawling with fear as the music continues to play, all slow and intimate, patronizing.

the lamps are dimmed, casting a soft glow across the the room while the cities’ lights pour in from the windows, neon signs and passing headlights streaking across the glass

you gulp, wrapping your arms around yourself as comfort

“what are you doing here?”

his eyes drag over you, buffering at your legs and quickly snapping back up to yours “i’ve been calling you. for days, (Y/N).” he says, voice smooth and low but controlled, like he’s holding on to it “i didn’t want to talk, still don’t” you say back, barely above a whisper.

he scoffs quietly and shakes his head at you, a disbelieving smile on his face

“so you leave me with nothing but a stupid ass message saying you’re done with this—us—and i’m supposed to what?,” he unfolds his arms and places his hands flat on the counter behind him “leave you alone? like i don’t deserve a conversation?” he asks, head tilted at you, anger slowly slipping into his voice beneath the forced calm.

you laugh in shock. it’s like he can’t hear how crazy he sounds. that along with the theatrics, he’s clearly missing something.

“i don’t owe you anything, theodore.” you shoot back “you’re married.”

the room goes still as soon as it falls from your lips. a long silence stretches between the two of you, and his eyes never leave you for a second. he’s thinking, hard.

and then he reaches behind him for his phone, sliding his finger around on the screen which in turn stops the music from playing, the sudden silence somehow becomes way too loud.

“you knew that.”

the words cut like a knife, but he was right. you did know. and still, you can’t help but grimace at him

“and i ended it, right? but now you break in here— “i used a key,” he cuts you off firmly with an eyebrow raised, hand held up, correcting you as if that’s any better

“and you don’t get to play it like that, like this is all on me. like you didn’t call, or let me in.” he says, voice tight

“that doesn’t mean you force yourself into my place after blowing my phone up from all of these different numbers, making fake pages, then leave flowers on my bed while i’m showering to scare me like we’re in a fucking movie!” you snap at him, arms flailing wildly at your sides. meanwhile his expression is unwavering, ice cold

terrifyingly smug.

and then he shrugs. like none of what you just said is a big deal “i wasn’t trying to scare you.” he says calmly “i knocked. you didn’t answer, and i needed to see you.” which earns a scoff from you

“so what?! i shouldn’t be dealing with this after clearly telling you it’s over.” he exhales slowly from his nose, eyes closed as if he’s trying to rein himself in before pushing off of the counter toward you and you take a step back, head angled at him with wide eyes, nose flared, warning him to back off.

he notices your reaction to his sudden movement and stops his advance “you didn’t give me a choice.” he says pointedly “i fucking love you and you cut me out like what we have doesn’t mean anything” his voice cracks a bit. he’s more hurt than you expected him to be.

but you scoff again, shaking your head at him

“you don’t love me, you loved being able to escape from your real life. i was nothing but a break to you.” his jaw tightens at the venom in your words. nose flared, eyes darkening more than they already were, like a switch is flipped.

he closes the distance between you in three strides, and you back up just as quick but not quick enough, because now his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck, and you’re pressed up against the wall. trapped.

“don’t ever say that to me again.” he snarls “this was-is real. you feel it too,” he says through clenched teeth, forcing you to look up at him, so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. you gasp for air, eyes wide, fingers grabbing at his for a chance at relief

his eyes manically search yours for any hint of mutuality. grip tightening “i know you do. look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t,” his voice drops dangerously low, almost taunting “say it.”

your throat burns with every attempt to breathe, you pull and scratch frantically at his fingers, desperate for air

and then, something in him snaps, and his grip stutters

his gaze drops to your parted mouth, then back to your terror-filled eyes and he lets out a shaky breath “fuck” he says mostly to himself, shock spreading across his face, grip loosening, and then he releases completely “shit, i didn’t mean to-” he gulps, “i just— i can’t lose you.”

you gasp heavily at the feeling of air filling your lungs, breathing choppy, chest heaving up and down. tears blurring your vision as they spill over

“t-teddy, why-..how could you..” you manage to whisper in between sobs, voice hoarse “i know,” he murmurs with softened eyes, regret laced into his tone now “i know, im so sorry, baby” he presses his forehead to yours, shaking his head

“i shouldn’t have touched you like that, im so sorry”

his hands leaves your throat and slides to your jaw instead, his thumb brushing your tear stained cheek.

he places a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and hovers his mouth above yours, moving in and retracting, as if he’s waiting for you to give him the green light

you gulp hard, your eyes never leaving his

“what are we doing, teddy..” you say softly

“just be here with me, one more time” he’s tracing your lips with his now, teasingly “please” he whispers, almost begging

and then, you fall right back into him.

the kiss is soft at first, full of hesitation, you barely let your lips meet his

and then it deepens. slow and careful, and you hate how easily your body ignores the fear and the panic that lingers in your chest,

your cheeks burn with shame. because despite your throat still aching and your lungs still sharp with every breath, you melt into him.

your mouths move in perfect sync as they always do, his hand slowly travels your bodice, running along every dip and curve etched into your frame before he slides his palms around the back of your thighs and digs his fingers into the soft flesh beneath the crease of your ass, pulling you closer than you already are

you run your hands along his arms and then into the sandy brown bushel of his hair that you love so much, grabbing handfuls and snaking your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. his low moan vibrates against your lips

he slips his hand beneath your thigh and hikes your leg up over his hip, pinning you to the wall, his mouth completely engulfing yours and the huge bulge in his pants pressed up against the growing heat between your legs.

the hem of your night dress has risen above your hips now, exposing your periwinkle underwear. "body’s so perfect" he breaks the kiss and hums against your cheek, gripping and caressing your thick thighs

"everything about you is perfect" he grumbles as he traces his lips up your jaw before going back in for more, kissing you slow and gentle. making up for lost time.

you soften under his touch. the way his fingertips gently graze every inch of your skin sends chills down your spine,

and then you remember. because you always remember.

“wait” you say breathily into the kiss, earning a desperate groan in response "we— you pull away, resting your head against the wall “we can’t” you say, chest rising and falling quickly from the heat building between the two of you, fingers still curled into his tresses.

beyond hungry for him but reluctant to take it any further. trying to keep yourself from crossing lines you know you shouldn’t anymore. you can’t.

his gaze is locked onto you, eyes dark and desirous. "we can, baby. it’s just us" he says, brushing his lips against yours with heavy breaths, “let me show you how much i missed you” he places a gentle kiss to your lips and your pulse quickens. something like electricity runs through your body

he grazes a thumb over your hardened nipple through the satin fabric with one hand and rests the other at the curve of your waist where your leg meets his, pulling your hips in circles against his pelvis, watching your face contort in pleasure at the friction, lowering his mouth to your ear “i love making you feel good, princess” he whispers and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut

trailing kisses along the side of your neck, he latches his lips onto the sweet spot that he knows all too well, dragging a whimper from your lips at the feeling of the wet, warmth of his mouth suctioning your skin.

you want him so bad it hurts. and you know you shouldn’t.

he yanks the straps of your dress down your shoulders and hungrily places sloppy wet kisses along your collar bone and down to your chest, finally making contact with your breasts which earns a sharp gasp from you

you drag your short acrylics along the nape of his neck, cradling his head and squeezing your eyes shut as he suckles on both, slowly, sensually, cupping each one into his mouth at a time, circling your nipples with his tongue.

he presses his lips gently against your abdomen, right beneath your breasts and looks up at you before gripping underneath your thighs and hoisting you up onto his waist, you instinctively lock your legs around him as he walks you toward the couch, setting you down gently at the edge.

your hands travel along his back, still winding your hips against him and he hisses, hard as a rock at this point. without hesitation he pulls the dress down your torso, slides an arm beneath your lower back lifting you up to slip it down your legs and tossing it away in one swift motion, so eager to see you.

all of you.

his eyes drift down to your center and he may as well be drooling the way he’s looking at you,

he trails a hand down your bare skin, massaging your pussy through the dampened lace panties and a shaky sigh falls from his lips at the sight of your pouty face. he hooks a thumb into your panties’ string, moving them over before slowly trailing up the slippery wetness of your slit and rubbing gentle circles against your throbbing pearl. the stickiness of your pussy echoes throughout the eerily quiet living room

he shuts his eyes tightly "so fucking wet," a low moan escapes his mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth

"i can’t wait to feel you”

now he’s hooking his hands beneath your knees and pulling you further along the couch before curling his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripping—yes, ripping your underwear off of your body, earning a gasp

"teddy!" you whisper yell “i’m not wasting another second,” his hands find your chin, and he brushes his thumb over your lips “my pretty girl” he stares down at you for a while before retracting to get undressed

you watch him shyly as he pulls the wifebeater off first, the definition of his abs has you squeezing your thighs together. his body is a work of art.

then he removes his sweatpants, and the briefs beneath and his hard dick springs free, your eyes fixate on it like it’s the first time.

precum drips from his pretty, brown tip and the curve of his long thick shaft has you mesmerized.

before you can get a word out he shoves you back gently and climbs on top of you, using both hands to push your thighs forward

he's watching you as he strokes himself, sliding the head up and down your slit. his jaw falling slightly

“tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you” he says, reaching for your waist and pulling your hips along the length of his shaft, you whimper at the feeling of him sliding himself in between your sticky folds, teasing you “i-i want it” you say and he curses under his breath “you want what baby? use your words for me”

“i want you to fuck me, stop teasing” you whine,

the words barely leave your mouth before he’s lowering himself on top of you.

he rests his forehead on yours, positioning his tip at your entrance and steadily guides himself into your warmth

you gasp into each others' mouths simultaneously as he goes deeper, stretching you out, your warm syrupy insides contorting to hug him just right "shit, girl" he breathes out huskily "mmmhmm" you moan, snaking your arms around to his back and pulling him closer, his body shuddering once he's fully inside of you

he starts slow, thrusts stuttering as your walls tighten around his length

"oh my gosh" you exasperate, tossing your head back into the couch cushion and grabbing at his muscly arms to ground yourself.

he places open mouth kisses up your jaw before sliding a hand around the nape of your neck, forcing your head down to his eyes, "don't look away from me. i need to see that pretty face" he says against your parted lips, tilting his head slightly and snaking his tongue deep into your mouth, making out slowly

he lifts himself up a bit, continuing to slowly grind and thrust his hips in circular motions into you, latching a hand onto your breast and gently squeezing as they bounce on impact, your soft moans like music to his ears.

"so fucking beautiful taking this dick" he breathes, speeding his pace a little "please don't stop" you squeak,

somehow you feel him get even harder inside of you.

he repositions himself on top and pushes your thighs back, using them as leverage, watching his dick glisten from the thick coat of your juices as he slides in and out of your pretty, creamy pussy, admiring the mess you've made all over him "look at what you did, you hear that? you get so wet for me" he grunts into a moan, going faster

he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls you into each stroke, driving you wild, warm tears roll down your cheeks

he pushes himself further into you, and you cry out at the feeling of his tip hitting your spot

he wraps a hand around your throat before bringing your face to his

"you really thought i would give you up that easily? hmm? you know this shit is mine, and you better not ever disappear like that again, you understand me?" he growls into your ear, breathing ragged and heavy against your skin, "y-yes, mmmm" you whine, trying to catch your breath

"yes what?" he asks sternly, thick fingers pressing gently into the flesh beneath your jaw

"yes daddy!" you cry out

"good girl" he praises, smirking down at you, bringing you even closer, he groans against your parted lips before attacking them, tightening the grip he has on your neck and tangling your braid into his fingers to anchor himself

he whispers sweet nothings against your lips, grinding slower, harder, intertwining your fingers with his above your head.

"mmmm fuckk" you whine, eyes fluttering closed heat coiling low in your gut from the penetration, he smirks, "hold it baby, i know you can" he breathes out, as if he can sense a climax coming

he angles himself sideways, going even deeper, and it feels like he's trying to dig into your soul

you moan into his mouth

he’s hitting exactly where he needs to, his thrusts are so precise. like he knows your body inside and out.

and you’re sure he does.

"t-teddy" you're gasping for air. he brushes his lips onto yours before giving you the nastiest, sloppiest kiss ever

"i love you so much (Y/N), this pussy s-so fucking good" he moans into the kiss, his breathing shaky, you grab at the plush cushion beneath you, mouth agape, the pressure in your lower stomach roiling and churning like an angry river into a dam that's getting ready to break, walls tightening around him

“you ready to cum for me? hmm? " he purrs

and then the dam fucking explodes

you cry out loudly, not caring who hears you, releasing all over him. the warm liquid spilling everywhere.

"shitttt,” he hisses, “just like that, cum all over this dick" he keeps thrusting, mouth agape as he watches your pretty pussy drip like a broken faucet, squelching with each stroke "such a good girl. it’s all yours, baby" he says huskily,

his length begins to throb inside of you and his strokes get sloppier and less controlled, his breathing picking up and eyebrows pulled together

you place a hand on his lower abdomen attempting to push him out before he cums, but he immediately grabs it and pins it down to your thigh, tightening the grip he has on you, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.

"mm mm,” he grunts, shaking his head “this is forever, and i'm making sure of that." your eyes widen at the realization that he's not going to pull out. he's not going to stop, not like he usually does..

and then you feel him twitch inside of you, he parts his lips, jaw falling slack, eyes rolled to the back of his head "t-teddy don't-you almost beg, using your free hand to push harder at his stomach but he's already there "oh my f-fucking—nngghhh" a deep, guttural moan escapes from his throat as his body jerks on top of you

he groans, pushing himself as deep as he can go into your warmth, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place as he fills you up with the thick, creamy nut that you milked out of him, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your walls, shock and horror decorating your face beneath the pleasure

he stays inside for a while, aftershocks still coursing through him. and then finally, slowly, he removes himself before laying flat on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses at your collarbone.

you both lay there. breathless, speechless

until

"i just have to make sure you don’t leave me again.” he lifts his head up to look down at you, still panting, “i can’t live without you" he says, tracing a thumb lazily against your cheek

"...you shouldn’t have done that.” you whisper, anger simmering “it’s too reckless. all of this is. you have a family-" "shhh, it's okay baby. i'll take care of you,” he cuts in as he trails a hand to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles over your skin, “our family." he brings his lips to your forehead.

then lowers himself to your ear

"but if i find out you've done anything to stop it, and i promise i will," his tone is low and dangerous now. like a warning

"you won't like what happens next." he places a kiss at your temple, holds your eyes for a few seconds as if to burn the promise into your mind before climbing off of you and scavenging for his clothes that have been scattered.

your breathing hitches

did he plan this? is that why he came to ‘talk’ ? to trap you?

and you were stupid enough to fall right into it.

your mind is running a million miles a second as you quietly try to figure out your next move.

he steps into the briefs and turns back around to face you, scanning you up and down as you lay naked and trembling on the couch, the back of your throat burning from the tears beginning to well

“i’ll get dinner started,” he says sweetly, yet another switch flipped, fumbling with his shirt before pulling it over his head “you just relax, okay?” he’s still eyeing you. looking for a response that you can’t give him. the words refuse to leave, and all you can do is nod

he’s fully dressed now, and you’re still frozen in place. he bends to grab the night dress off of the loveseat before stepping closer to you and pulling you upright. he then helps you back into it, no words, just silence between you. the only sound filling the room being the faint sound of your sniffles and uneven breathing

a year ago you would have laughed if someone told you this was the reality you would be facing. but deep down, you knew sneaking around with someone’s husband was never going to end well.

and part of you can’t help but wonder if maybe this is what you deserve.

TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN HORROR 2025 EVENT DAY 5: Wardrobe appreciation — '90s Horror

“You never answer say ‘who’s there’ . Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish”

or an infamous line of killings inspires the heartbroken and the vengeful… or when Teddy Spencer just can’t quite understand what you don’t see in him..

warnings: 18+ material (MNI), Ghostface! Teddy Spencer x reader, stalking, harassment, mentions of murder, obsession, breaking and entering, threats, kidnapping (use of chloroform), cussing/swearing, smut, hair pulling, choking, dubious consent, pnv/penetration, dirty talk, hate sex (lowkey), degrading, creampie.

a.n: hey stinkiesss ♥️ thank you for voting for this on the poll I posted recently! I’m super, super excited to give this to y’all! Ghostface meets South Port! I don’t think y’all ready for this one… 😋 Heed those warnings! Enjoy 🤭

on the jukebox: ‘Lipstick’ by Ariel Pink 🎀🔪

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“Who’s this?” The cordless landline phone pressed coolly against your ear and side of your face.

Nothing.. again. You didn’t have time to be formal when you looked at the caller idea before accepting the call.

‘UNKNOWN NUMBER’

It’d been going on for almost a week now and it was starting to piss you off. You rolled your eyes and finally hung up.

“Did they say anything this time?” Danica asked from behind you. You turned to face her and shook your head, placing the phone back on its hook.

“They never say anything, it’s fucking weird. I can’t afford to replace this landline again” you plopped beside the blonde on your living room couch.

Sarah Michelle Gellar as Helen Shivers Jennifer Love Hewitt as Julie James

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1997) dir. Jim Gillespie

I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1998) dir. Danny Cannon

Cameron Cade x Reign Smith

Summary: Draw a card he said, and she did. Now look where that got her. Speechless, shaking, and overstimulated to the point she might melt right on his lips. It's not the alcohol, it's Cameron Cade.

Warnings: MDI +18, drinking, smoking, language, cocky!Cameron, easy!Cameron, drunk!Reign, high!Reign, Cam’s a eater for sum good good, pnv penetration, doggy style, very small mention of cheating, ass grabbing, ass slapping, not titled relationship, drunk uno, etc.

Notes: I tease y'all too much, I'm sorry. But it's here, I'm here. I forget that once I start writing, I get in a flow state. I love these two alot this might be my people that tag along for a while. Hugs and kisses, hope y'all have fun!

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

 Her words came out low, almost swallowed, eyes still locked on him. That heat in her legs crept higher, slow and undeniable, settling where focus got dangerous. He didn’t look away—didn’t soften it either. His stare was heavy, familiar, like he’d been knowing her too long to pretend this was nothing. 

“’Cause you look,” he pauses, breath hitching like he caught himself slipping, “too damn good.” 

His tongue drags across his bottom lip, nerves and want tangled together. The room feels smaller now, bass from the radio thumping like a heartbeat. She shifts, just enough for him to notice, and the air tightens–as if the wall were trying to squeeze them together. 

Tonight, his chain shone a little too bright on his skin, and the smile he wore was too cocky and too noticeable. Reign felt a little too comfortable in her skin to be this aware of Cameron. She should’ve put the Don down the minute she touched it.

Cameron smacks the box of Uno cards down onto the coffee table, the sound sharp in the quiet. His other hand grips a bottle of Don Julio, freshly pulled from the glass cabinet like it was a flex. “This ain’t no damn regular boring-ass Uno,” he says, blue eyes flashing with trouble. “We playin’ some real nigga shit tonight.”

Reign laughs, shaking her head, already knowing this was about to get messy. She lifts her hand, palm out, beckoning. “So drunk, Uno?”

Cameron’s mouth curves into that cocky little pucker he always does when he feels clever. “Exactly,” he says, twisting the top off the bottle. “Love when you put two and two together, RiRi baby.” He hands it to her, fingers brushing hers just long enough to be intentional.

She takes a sip, winces, then passes it back. The music hums low, something smooth and old-school, and Cameron drops onto the couch beside her—too close to be accidental. His arm stretches along the back cushion like he’s claiming space, muscles shifting under his tee.

“Ouu, wait—I got something that’s gonna make this even better.” Reign digs through her purse, lips curling with anticipation before she pulls out a small blacked-out bag. Pinched between two fingers, she lifts it right in Cameron’s face. “My boo came through.”

Cameron’s eyes flick from the bag to her, slow and unimpressed. “Reign… who the hell sold you this shady-ass shit—and what nigga is your boo?” He snatches the bag, peeks inside, then looks at her deadpan. “Shawty,” he says flatly, “this ain’t fresh weed. Not even close.”

He twists the bag shut, stands up, and heads for the kitchen. A second later, it’s airborne—straight into the trash.

“Cameron!”

“Uh-uh. We're not smoking that,” he calls back, voice cutting through the soft bass of Dej Loaf humming from the speakers. “You talk about ‘I got something’—what you got was scammed. And who are you calling, boo? He ain’t that.”

Reign stays by the couch, fingers fidgeting, jaw tight. “You don’t know that,” she mutters, but there’s less confidence in it than she wants him to hear.

From the kitchen, Cameron pauses, the smallest beat of silence hanging heavy—like this wasn’t really about the weed at all.

Cameron stays planted in the kitchen, back turned as he pops open the bottom cabinet. “You should’ve asked me,” he says, voice steady but edged. “You know, Murph always got something on him. Never hesitate to ask.”

The cabinet door creaks as he leans on it. “Ain’t no reason for you to be out here trusting random niggas when I’m right here.”

He finally glances back over his shoulder, looks serious, protective. “That ain’t how I move with you.”

He reaches deeper into the cabinet and pulls out a clear, wrinkled bag, the plastic soft and tired, as if it’s been folded and unfolded too many times. Inside, the green sits dense and loud—dark pine mixed with lighter streaks. 

Cameron’s arms flex as he unwraps the bag, lying flat on the dark marble counter. His body leans back against the counter, arms folded, watching her watch it. The tank he wore a little tighter than before, his chest defined and sculptured angelically. 

Reign felt a type of way about him; there was no doubt about it. Too much history of what they had between each other to be labeled. Friends, close friends, almost to the point they knew too much to say there was something else, like the 90’s high school lover movies that play through your grandma’s house, running from a box television with a fuzzy screen and broken antenna. 

Cameron played with cleats while running the ball down the field, but also in those sheets chasing a different high. Every female knew that, especially Reign, she wanted no part of that. Just friends that listen to your wrongs and give you what you want to hear. There were times when Reign played along with Cameron’s cocky, flirty comments, but never escalating them.

“Go ahead and set up, while I roll this real quick.”

Twisting it apart into smaller pieces like it’s second nature. He lines it clean across the brown paper, every bit placed just right, then rolls it tight, sealing it with a slow glide of his tongue. One tap against the counter and it’s done.

By the time he flicks the lighter, he’s already moving, flame catching the tip as he walks back toward the living room. The first pull blooms red, smoke curling around his face as he exhales, calm and controlled.

Reign’s at the coffee table, setting the game—shuffling, dealing seven cards to each of them, stacking the rest in the middle. She glances up just as Cameron drops back onto the couch, joint between his full, blush colored lips, filled with smoke, hanging low in the air. 

Cameron leans forward from the couch, elbow on his knee, smoke still drifting from his last pull. Reign’s on the carpet in front of the table, sitting back on her knees, focused on straightening the deck like she’s trying to keep things calm—even though the air already isn’t. He reaches out and holds the blunt between two fingers, right in her line of sight.

“Here,” he says.

She looks up at him before taking it, eyes flicking from his hand to his face. When her fingers close around it, they brush—just enough to register. She takes a slow pull, shoulders easing as the smoke fills her lungs, then exhales upward, the cloud floating between them.

Cameron watches her for a second too long before leaning back. “Aight,” he says, clapping his hands once. “Rules are really simple.”

Reign shifts, still on her knees, blunt resting between her fingers as she looks at him. He starts ticking it off with his hand. “Draw two—one shot. Draw four? That’s two shots, no debate.”

She groans already. He smirks. “Skip card? One shot. Reverse?” He pauses. “Two shots.”

Reign shakes her head. “You're doing too much.”

He shrugs. “Game is supposed to hurt a little.” Then he leans forward again, voice dropping. “And if you forget to say Uno…” A slow grin spreads across his face. “Three shots. No mercy.”

She stares at him, then laughs, passing the blunt back. “You tryna get me drunk-drunk.”

Cameron takes it, eyes never leaving hers. “I’m tryna see how you play under pressure.”

The cards sit waiting between them, liquor on standby, smoke hanging thick in the room. And just like that, the night stops feeling casual.

Reign takes a drag, holds it, then exhales slowly, eyes locked on him. “This ain’t just about me,” she says, voice steady, “this you too, nigga.”

Cameron leans back on the couch, one brow raised, blue eyes sharp. He drags the blunt, smoke curling up, then shrugs. “Bet,” he says, leaning his head to the side, “But last time I checked, who had to pick you up from a block party cause you were too drunk to even walk?”

“Alright nigga cmon”

Cameron's deep chuckle flows through the room like melted honey. The bass hums low from the living room, smoke hanging in the air.

Cards slap against the table one after another, fast and messy, smoke curling around them, bass thumping low. Cameron leans back on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, eyes tracking every move. Reign is on her knees on the carpet, focused, letting her hands move instinctively as she flicks down card after card. 

Flow state.

The weed moves through their bodies in slow waves, like energy trading places without a word. Amber light from the streetlamp cuts through the blinds, bleeding into the room. The city hums outside, distant and muted, while inside everything moves more slowly, wrapped in that soft glow.

“Draw four, mama.” Cameron hands down a plus four card. His arm draws back from the table, the swell of his muscles flexing at the position. Reign rolls her eyes,s sighing. 

“You rigged this shit, just want me drunk.”

“Nah, Riri just how the game happens to be.”

Cameron reaches for the square glass bottle, lifting it slightly, tilting it toward her like an offer. Reign reaches out, fingers almost there—but he pulls it back, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh. I’ma hold it. Just open up.”

He shifts, body rising from the couch, leaning over her now. The space between them tightens, his weight hovering, heat close enough to feel. The room feels smaller, quieter—like it's all coming into play. 

Reign presses a hand to his chest, trying to slow him down. “I can do it myself,” she says, voice steady but thinner than she means it to be. “You're doing too much.”

Cameron doesn’t move away. Instead, he chuckles low, breath brushing her cheek. His fingers slide up, thumb catching her chin. He grips it gently but firmly, tilting her face back until her eyes meet his.

“I know you can,” he says quietly. “Ain’t what I said though.”

Her pulse jumps under his touch. The moment stretches—eyes locked, air tight between them. She swallows, lips parting just a little before she even realizes it.

He keeps her chin tilted, not rushing it. His eyes stay locked on her mouth, watching the way her lips part, the way her jaw tightens like she’s bracing for it but not backing out. There’s something almost patient in him now, like he’s enjoying the wait more than the win.

Reign clicks her tongue.

“I told you, I got it,” she says, stubbornly.

Cameron smirks. “Yeah… and you still sittin’ right here lookin’ at me.”

He brings the bottle up, the cold glass brushing her cheek first. “Open up, Riri. Don’t act shy now.”

She hesitates just a second, then rolls her eyes and parts her lips. “You doin’ the most.”

“I do what I want,” he murmurs. “Now drink.”

He tips the bottle, just enough. The liquor spills into her mouth, sharp and warm. She swallows fast, a little cough slipping out before she catches herself. He straightens the bottle but keeps his hand right where it is.

“That’s one.”

She glares at him, cheeks already flushed. “You are so annoying.”

He chuckles. “I know.”

He tilts the bottle again, slower this time. “Come on. One more. I got you.”

She drinks it, throat working, trusting his pace even while side-eyeing him. When he pulls the bottle back, she swallows hard, breath shaky now, heat buzzing through her chest.

He finally lets her chin go, thumb dragging lazily along her jaw. “There you go,” he says softly. “See? Ain’t hurt you.”

“Don’t let me get my hands on a reverse card, then hit you with a draw 4.”

“Whatever you say, RiRi, baby.”

He slides his hand across the table to grab the pile, body brushing hers just slightly. That tiny touch sends a heat pulse through both of them. He flicks a card into his hand, and the game continues—but the table is secondary now, just another excuse to be close.

Every time she laughs, he leans in, timing it like he’s part of her rhythm. Every time she reaches for the cards, his arm hovers, fingers brushing hers. The alcohol still hums through her, slowing her reflexes, but sharpening her attention on him—every glance, every smirk, every subtle movement is magnified.

At this point, Reign and Cameron are at an event number of shots, where now they are just vibing, letting the game go on. Reign’s feeling every bit of everything, she’s bout found every chance to touch Cameron or get closer. She’s at a point where she might tell Cameron to take her down, and it wouldn’t be about the game.

 He’s controlled. mannered, patient. 

Through the dense fog and heavy drinking, Cam’s seeing every bit of her. If he looked deep enough, he could hear the way she’d moan his name. While squished face-first into the couch cushion, moaning his name to go faster.

Or the way his hand grips her throat. While kissing her deeply. The way their tongues would collide over and over.

“Cameron? Did you hear me? It’s your turn.”

The yellow seven lies in the center, facing up, waiting.

“My bad,” his voice comes out in a drunken mumble. Coming out of this train of deep thought. Glancing at his deck of cards in his hand, none matched up to what he needed. Sucking his teeth, he grabs a card.

“Cameron, this shit got me feeling woozy as fuck.” Her eyes strain topenng wider for clearance.  Reign felt as if her body was hotter than usual when she drank. The type that feels like warmth that sticks to your skin until relieved by some type of antidote. 

“Are you saying you're backing out?” Cameron’s bright white smile breaks through his full lips. His hips rise, adjusting to the couch, stretching his out legs further on the carpet. “Come sit with me, we can take a break from playing,” pats beside him.

“You betta be in your right mind.”Reign pauses, lips pressed like she’s thinkin’—but her body already decides for her. She moves slowly, deliberately, knees lifting off the carpet, balance a little off, attitude still intact. 

The couch sinks when she sits, thigh brushing his, heat loud as hell in the quiet.

“I’m chill, not like I would do anything you wouldn’t want me to do,” he says, low, smooth, casual—but the way he says it is heavy, deliberate. His arm rests along the back of the couch, shrinking the space between them, and just like that, it’s too close to ignore.

“Well, like, I mean. You’d like it, but you know that’s not–”

“Cameron, shut the fuck up.”

She cuts him off, shushing him like she’s taking control of the moment. Without hesitation, she shifts, sliding onto his lap, letting her weight press against him. “You do too much talking,” she mutters, voice low but sharp, teasing in a way that’s half challenge, half warning.

Cameron freezes, eyes wide for a beat, then his grin spreads—slow, dangerous, the kind that lets you know he’s thinking faster than he’s letting on. His hands hover for a second, unsure if he should move first—but the way she’s straddling him, leaning close, makes the decision easy.

“This can’t be real,” Cameron laughs, low and deliberate, watching her with that grin that always makes her stomach tighten. “You’re nigga, that you call ‘Boo’, not gonna like this.”

Reign tilts her head, eyes locked on his. Her lips curl into a small, lazy smile. “Who said he gotta know?” she murmurs, voice soft but edged with mischief, letting the words hang in the air between them.

Cameron leans back against the couch, one arm stretching along the back, the other hand resting near his thigh—but his fingers inch closer, brushing lightly against her leg, testing the boundaries. His grin widens. “Oh, I see,” he says, voice low, playful, a little cocky. “You just want me for the night. Then, after your world keeps on going as if nothing happened.”

“Bingo, Cami, baby.”

Reign shifts slightly, pressing her hip into him, letting her weight make contact, just enough to make him notice. She runs her hand casually over the top of his fresh-shaved head, her touch light but deliberate. 

Cameron leans forward just a fraction, chest brushing against her side. His eyes flick to her face, smirk still in place. “You know,” he murmurs, thumb brushing lightly over her wrist, “I could get used to this… you, sittin’ here, tryna act all innocent…” He trails off, letting the pressure of his gaze—and the brush of his hand—speak louder than words. “As if I won’t ruin your night, shit, maybe your life if you let me.”

“We’ll see about that.” Eyes drop to his lips, to his deep, sharp blue eyes.

Cameron doesn’t give her a second to think. His lips move against hers with that mix of cocky control and urgency, like he’s trying to memorize the way she tastes in one bite. 

Reign gasps against him, and it’s sloppy—tongues brushing, teeth occasionally knocking, breaths hitching, hands tangling in hair and across shoulders, gripping, pulling closer.

His hand slides from her jaw down her neck, fingers pressing into the curve of her shoulder as if trying to anchor her to him. She responds without thinking, pressing her palms against his chest, trying to steady herself while her body betrays her, tilting into his, rocking against him. 

Cameron’s laugh—a low, sharp chuckle—vibrates through the kiss. “Damn, you’re wild,” he mutters into her mouth, tongue brushing hers again before the words even finish. Every movement is messy, raw, unplanned; teeth scrape lips, breaths mix, and neither is willing to pull back.

She claws a little at the fabric of his shirt, rolling her hips into him, testing the space between their bodies. He tightens his hold, one hand gripping her hip, pulling her impossibly closer so the couch barely contains them. The air is thick with smoke, liquor, and heat, making every touch, every sigh, louder than it should be.

When they finally break apart—just barely enough to breathe—they’re both panting, foreheads pressed together, eyes wide and dazed. Cameron smirks, fingers still tangled in her hair. “See… told you,” he says, voice low, grinning like he knows exactly what he just did. “I ruin shit just by showing up.”

Reign swallows hard, heart hammering. 

“Can I touch you?”

Reign’s breath hitches, sharp and sudden, like someone just shoved air into her lungs. Her mind races, picturing the heat of his hands on her—on her arms, her waist, maybe lower—and the way his smirk would widen if she let him.

“But you already are?” she nervously laughs.

“Yeah, but I wanna make you feel good, hmm… wouldn’t you like dat, baby?” Cameron leans closer, chest pressing against hers again, fingers brushing lightly along her arm, teasing, testing, patient but insistent.

Reign swallows, heat pooling low in her stomach, the earlier buzz of the alcohol making every nerve sing. Her hands tremble slightly as they hover near his chest, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt. God… he’s serious. He’s gonna—he’s gonna do it if I let him.

Alcohol makes you do a lot of crazy shit, like speak for you.

“Be careful with me.”

Reign’s legs are stuck up in the air, tight; her muscles feel strained trying to find leverage. Nails breaking through the leather of his sofa. His grip on her was tight, holding her down.

“F-fuck—’ Cam! Get offa meeemmh!” she whines in half-complaint, half-pleasure when he has her flat on her back, clothes discarded, lying somewhere off elsewhere in the apartment. 

Reign’s body was responding before her brain could catch up. The heat pooling between her had him grinning as her whole pussy filled his mouth. The bottom half drenched in her creamy arousal while he presses his tongue flat on her throbbing clit. 

Nasty ‘slp, slp, sllp, slrp’ sounds filled the room as she thrashed around the couch with a muffled “stop movin’” vibrating against her as he follows herwherever she goes. Reign’s pussy is loud at this point—at the point, almost a hundred percent it can be heard from the other room.

“You've been keeping this shit from me. Huh? Feels like forbidden fruit.” he pauses, kissing her lips side by side. Bringing his hand up to her breast to squeeze. Reign’s lungs let out a broken moan, trying to breathe.

“Ca—you—need t’—stop—this—shiittt!” she gasps, voice breaking between moans and frustration as her long nails claw through his dark buzzcut. Reign tries to break away from his hold, feeling the urge push out the underlying pressure. Her body moving to the side, squeezing her legs togethering interlocking Cameron’s head between.

The mixture of his spit and her cum makes the delicious friction slippery.

“Stop fuckin movin.”

“Ugh—ahh–fu—” a wet splash colides onto his drenched lips.  A satisfied groan comes from Cameron’s licking up the last drop of her cum. His pink tongue licks around the outside of his mouth in pure awe. 

“Atta girl,” his hand smacks down onto her swollen, overstimulated pussy. 

Cameron moves up from her body, kissing each piece of her bare body. A kiss on her thighs, her belly, and stopping at her plump chest. A grin breaks across his face, looking up at her. “Don’t mind if I do,” bringing her nipple to his mouth, he toys with it. Gliding his wet tongue across the hardness.

A whimper comes out of her mouth, biting down on her lip. “Cam,” she lets out. 

With a soft pop, he lets go. 

“I ain’t done wit’chu. Turn around on your hands and knees.” Nowhere did he say he was asking; he was demanding it now. 

With a swift motion, Reign’s knees are pressed into the couch, hands steadying her. The sound of Cameron’s buckle from his jean clink together at removal. Pushing off his underwear, his hard and pulsating cock, springs free. His hands rub against her butt, squeezing gently. Opening her up enough to see her hole opening, all wet and white.

“After this, I ain’t letting you go.”

Reign looks back, watching him and his enraged length. “You got a condom?”

“I was thinking you were gonna let me hit it raw.” 

“Oh fuck no. You'd better have one and get it.”

Cameron's hands glide off her butt, sighing at the loss of contact. “I’ll get one. Don’t move.” 

The sound of his feet walking across the dim apartment into his back bedroom. As he shuffles through his draws of his nightstand. Reign lets out a sigh, in disbelief of what she's doing right now, or at least what she’ll be doing. The air from the ceiling fan sends chills down her bare body.

A familiar sound comes back as Cameron walks back in with a purple wrapper. 

“I swear I ain’t done it with nobody else in a while, almost thought I didn’t have one. It's just you, baby, all I want is you.” Reign’s breath hitched as she heard the tear of the foil wrapper. The sound was sharp, final. She felt as the couch dipped behind her as Cameron returned, his presence a wall of heat against her back.

His hands found her voluptuous, rounded butt, squeezing gently. Watching as it jiggles at the hold. Reign’s neck turns watching him. This was Cam. Her Cam. The one who’d seen her through freshman year finals and a nasty breakup. The one whose shoulder she’d cried on a hundred times. 

“This ain’t gonna mess us up, right?” letting out a deep breath, holding all of her youth in. “I ain’t a quick fuck, Cam, never been, never will be.”

Cameron looks up from sliding the purple silk on. Eyes dropping from the sharp gaze to a more relaxed, reassured look of what he was doing. “Riri, no–no, baby. You’re much more than that. You and I both know that. We’re just…uhh, breaking things down that's been kept up for too long, you know.” he rambles, trying to find something that made sense but comforting.

Reign laughs break out through the quiet apartment. “Alright, Cam, shut up. You’re heard.”

A slow, relieved grin spread across Cameron’s face. He tossed the torn foil packet onto the floor and leaned back over her, his body a warm, familiar weight that suddenly felt entirely new. “Easy, baby, watch how you speak to me,” he murmured, his voice dropping back into that low, intimate register. “You heard me.”

His hands take apart her cheeks, viewing the clenched hole. “Relax,” he mumbles, grasping his dick, he runs it down her wet line, teasing the aroused area. Reign’s body shivers at the feeling. Her lips pressed into a thin line, holding back. His body is so long that his left leg is bent into the couch, and the other is straight on the wooden floor. 

He guided himself to her entrance, the blunt head of his cock, sheathed in latex, pressing against her slick folds. He pushed in slowly, so slowly it was almost torturous, giving her every chance to change her mind. 

The stretch was intense, a burning, aching fullness that stole her breath. It was too much and not enough all at once. A deep, shuddering groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that was quickly followed by a choked whisper. “Oh, fuck… Reign.”

He stilled when he was fully sheathed, buried to the hilt. For a moment, neither of them moved, suspended in the terrifying, thrilling reality of it. His hands, which had been gripping her hips with a force that bordered on desperate, softened. They began to move, not with lust, but with a kind of reverence. One slid up her side, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her ribs, while the other traced the line of her spine, a slow, contemplative path.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

She could only manage a whimper, a sound that was half pain, half pleasure.

“Just… breathe,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her shoulder blade. “I got you.”

He started to move then, a slow, shallow rocking of his hips that was more about feeling than fucking. Each roll sent a wave of heat through her, slowly building the fire in her belly.

The sound was wet, intimate, a secret shared just between them. His hands never stopped their exploration, memorizing the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back, the soft swell of her ass. He squeezed the flesh gently, a possessive gesture that felt more like grounding than ownership. “Fuck Cam!” Reign’s voice manages to come through over her moans.

Then, his hand came down.

It wasn’t a slap. It was a sharp, stinging smack that was more shock than pain. It bloomed into a hot throb that made her clench around him, a gasp catching in her throat.

“That boo of yours fuck you like this?” rubbing the now sensitive area, he backs out, then back in with a smack. Reign’s sounds muffled into the couch, face squeezed. “Huh, I can’t hear you?”

Smack

“No–oo, Cameron, he doesn't—fuck!”

A low groan followed it. He was losing himself in it, and she could feel the last threads of his control beginning to fray. “Didn’t think so, just me, always gonna be me.”

His pace picked up, the rhythm becoming more urgent, more erratic. The wet slap of their skin grew louder, the only sound besides their ragged breaths. His grip on her hip tightened, his other hand fisting in her hair, not to pull, but just to hold on.

He was fucking her now, really fucking her, and with every thrust, she could feel the weight of what they were doing.

“Look at me,” he grunted, his voice thick with an emotion she couldn’t name. Reign craned her neck, her vision blurry. His face was a mask of concentration and raw pleasure. “You’re mine, Reign, you’ve always been.” They were locked on hers, and in them, she saw it all.

His hand snaked around her body, his fingers finding her swollen, aching clit. He rubbed it in tight, desperate circles, his movements clumsy with need. It was exactly what she needed. The pressure that had been building inside her finally shattered, a blinding, all-consuming orgasm that ripped a scream from her lungs. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Cam–Cameron, slow–w down.” Her hands smack down even harder onto the cushion, trying to find leverage. Legs flexing out, trying to push this overly feeling.

“Reign!” he roared, his body going rigid as he followed her over the edge. He buried himself deep, a long, shuddering groan escaping his lips as he came.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight a heavy, grounding comfort. They were a sweaty, tangled mess, their heartbeats hammering against each other. For a long time, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Reign laid there trying to come back to her senses, eyes closed shut. Silence filled the room; the only faint sound was Cameron’s deep breath trying to settle. This felt comforting; a part of her was waiting to hear the ‘we fucked up’ or even the ‘you gotta go’, but all was erased.

“I really do want you, Reign.” his lips meet both of her shoulder blades, both meeting each side. Bringing the side of her face to look at him. He smiled. Not because he just had the best time of his life, but he waited for so long been patient, and polite. There was no one in the world who could replace a place in his heart that had been hers. 

“I want you to, Cameron.” The thin ice that once stood in Reign’s mind broke in shatters into her brain. Their lips meet in harmony, not rushed; they have all the time in the world. 

Reign was his, and Cameron was hers.

There was never a boo; Cam just goes straight to conclusions. It’s just Reign’s homegirl.

teddy spencer x fem!reader

content warning: childhood friends to established relationship, oral f!receiving (teddy’s a munch teehee.), protected sex, reader is called mommy once, milo appearance, no actual cheating, barely any plot ofc this is my brand, praise kink central, and sex on the boat ayeeee.

authors note: i’ve rewrote this so many times and this version is my fav, i love the no sub/dom dynamic they boss each other around and have crazy chemistry… i hope. in this universe there’s no dead man which was so not teddy’s fault. i tried to match his silly ass attitude as much as possible so please enjoy.

you and teddy have been dating for about 5 months now. you knew each other from middle school to high school; you’d let him cheat on your test sheets and flirt with you during the worst times in class. it seemed like a one sided crush as he was the most attractive guy in school. 6’5, green eyes, dimples, it’s like he jumped straight out of a calvin klein ad. you’d never expect him to be into you as much as you were into him. life happened and you grew apart at 18 when you left for college.

now in your mid twenties you realize that mr. perfect misses what you two had and needed to prove that he wanted you all along. you were always in love with teddy and needed to snatch him before anyone else did. besides, your ex classmate danica almost did that the year before. as much as you wanted to swoop in and ruin the relationship, you knew it was a loss you were willing to take in private. when you got the news that they got engaged, it felt like your heart was thrown on the ground and shattered… but now they’re not together anymore and you’re with teddy so all is well.

giggles fill the back of teddy’s boat. both of you tangled in a blanket as the sound of a tv show plays in the background on your macbook. “ah ah! where are those hands going?” you squeak, smacking one of his hands away from cupping your core, the other grabbing at your chest.

“they have a mind of their own baby. maybe they wanna grab a titty, maybe they wanna go down your pants. i can’t control em.” he responds before his bottom lip tucks under his teeth; a shit eating grin forming on his face, teasing one of your nipples with two fingers. “yes you can!” you laugh while trying to push him away, failing of course. “what if i wanted to grab your titty? would you like that? you freak.” you squint your eyes at him.

“yes! grab em! slap em! pull my nipples” he says in a soft airy voice, clearly trying to mock your voice. you stare at each other before bursting into laughter. “teddy shut up you’re so irritating.”

“you love me though.” he pouts, closing the gap between your faces and giving you a kiss. he pulls away with a soft groan before kissing you again, large hands making their way to the sides of your face pulling you closer.

your hands grab at his back, slowly shifting him on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist. your lips smack against each other with soft moans. “you’re so pretty. been wanting you for so long.” teddy mutters on your lips, his lips travel down your neck, bulge pressing against your pussy. you gasp and lift your hips to match his slow thrusts. “teddy” you drag out his name with a whine.

it’s all so much, the weight and warmth of his body, him grinding onto you, the sound of him breathing and groaning into the curve of your neck and shoulder, if he could live in your skin with you, he would.

“you taste good” teddy muffled against your neck, dipping down to suck on a spot right above your collarbone. his large hand finally reaching one of your tits, thumb teasing the areola. he lifts his head to your face and plants a soft kiss on your nose. “i could just eat you up.” he partially growls, you feel his voice rumble through his chest and onto your own; slightly disrupting your already speeding heartbeat, his green eyes staring into yours.

“it sounds like you’re in love with me.” you say as your hand reaches up and straightens the crooked bangs on his forehead. “because i am.” he dips down and kisses you again.

a slight vibration pulls both of you out of your trance, looking over you see teddy’s phone ringing. the name reading milo at the top.

“you have to get that?” you ask, looking back at him. you can tell he looks uncomfortable, he chews on his lip for a moment before putting the phone on do not disturb and flipping it over. “nope. i’m with my girl right now.” he sighs before attacking your neck with kisses and bites.

his hands grabbing your shirt and pulling it up and over your tits. teddy groans in satisfaction as he sees how your cleavage perfectly fill your bra. his tongue escaping his mouth and swirling around your clothed nipple, flicking, sucking, and slurping you through your bra; making sure to alternate between the two. you tug at his hair and grind on him.

“you’re so good with your tongue teddy.” you whimper from the teasing, practically soaking through your panties and onto him. he muffles a “mhm” in response to your praise, licking up the valley between your breasts and leaving kisses.

“teddy” you sigh. “yeah?” he looks up at you, lips red and wet. “eat my pussy. please.”

“ooh i like it when you talk dirty.” he smiles softly and shifts down in between your legs, nibbling at the sensitive parts of your inner thighs, he bites the waistband of your panties and pulls back just to release it so it slaps against your pelvis.

you yelp and run a hand through his hair, looking into his soft eyes, your hips lifting up trying to push closer to his face. “please teddy”

a soft “ah” leaves his mouth as he pulls away from you, just soaking up your neediness as much as he can. “want you to beg a little more.” teddy smiles tenderly, dimples dipping into his cheeks innocently. his large hand grabbing at your ass.

you groan in irritation. your pleas on the tip of your tongue. “teddy. lick me…please.” so embarrassed you couldn’t even look at him. “lick you here?” he licks your inner thigh. “or here?” he licks you through your panties. you gasp and nod.

“okay i’ll stop torturing you” he grabs at your panties and slips them down your legs, looking up at you he shifts around to get his shoulders to the back of your thighs so he could lick up from your entrance to your clit; gentle pink lips sucking at you like a piece of candy.

“fuck teds” you gasp, grabbing at the back of his head pushing him deeper into you. he hums against your clit sending shockwaves through your body, then sticking his tongue out to swirl around it, his middle finger teasing the entrance.

he audibly licks you up, looking at you to make sure you’re feeling everything. he slips his finger in and curls it. your mouth falls open with soft moans leaving it, hands grabbing at your bra and pulling your tits out.

teddy moans into you as he watches you fondle yourself, the perfect time to slip another finger in and flick his tongue on your clit.

you buck into his mouth as you tease your hardened nipples, eyes closed, airy whines fall from your lips. he sucks on your clit until your thighs start to close and shake around him. he pushes his face all the way into you, suffocating himself with your pussy as he makes you cum. you finally look down and watch his head move, his nose teasing your clit and tongue licking you up.

“okay te- fuck teddy stop it’s too much” you attempt to push him away. “stop squirming, you asked for it.” he muffles in between your legs.

you gasp his name in attempt to make him stop. hips slightly pulling away from his mouth, he wraps his free arm around your thighs to pin you down. the tip of his tongue running along your clit as he begins to make sounds while he licks on you.

lost in a daze your eyes roll back before coming back to reality. “are you spelling your name?!” you lift yourself onto your elbows, in awe as you can definitely feel him carefully spell out ‘theodore s’ on your clit before stopping to look at you with hungry eyes and soaked red lips. he nods with a stupid boyish grin.

you bite your lip and grab at his hand. “finish your last name and then come fuck me.” “yes mommy.”

“mommy? what the fu- oh shit” before you could even argue with him your clit slips back into his mouth as he starts to spell his whole name with soft suction.

he releases you from his grasp and stands up at the edge of the bed, slipping his shirt off and wiping your arousal off of his face.

“you called me mommy” you snicker as you lift a foot to tease his bulge through his shorts. “yeah” he smiles as his cheeks turn red. “don’t tell anybody i did.” he unbuttons his shorts and pulls them off with his boxers. you follow suit and undress as well, watching him as he grabs a condom and slides it on.

“lay on your side i wanna cuddle fuck” you nod and follow his command. you grab a pillow and lay your head on it, feeling his body dip on the side of the bed behind you; you shift your leg so he could push the tip in. “that’s my good girl.” he slides out and pushes back in.

“you’re so big teds” you turn your head to look him in the eyes. “so fucking big- ah” your praise is cut short as he slides all the way in, he grabs your face and pushes your cheeks together, kissing you with an open mouth.

he slips his tongue in your mouth and thrusts into you at alternate times, making sure you’re full of him in two ways. you wrap an arm around his body and grab at his thigh, nails digging into his tan skin.

“you like that?” teddy asks as his hips slap against your ass. you moan a “uh huh” into his mouth, “use your words baby talk to me.” his hand leaves your face and wraps around your throat.

“yes teddy!” you gasp as you feel him gently apply pressure.

he fucks you with slow rough strokes making sure you feel every inch of him. his mouth to your ear as he whispers dirty things in it, “you been needing this dick?” “yeah arch that back let me see that ass.” “don’t be shy tell me how good it feels.” “this pussy mine?”

his name falls from your mouth with sweetness, hand leaving his thigh and gripping onto his arm, slightly bouncing your ass back on him. “mhm fuck me baby” he pants in your ear before giving it a nibble. “it’s yours. every inch of this dick. it’s all yours.”

your thighs clench from the stimulation, pressure building in your stomach as you start to see stars. “it’s mine teddy give me all of it.” your head drops onto the pillow, eyes closed. everything feels so good until you feel him pull out and force you into your back.

you look up at him with big needy eyes, legs spreading for him by reflex, lip tucked under your teeth you admire his face.

“you’re so pretty teddy.” you’re practically slurring now. you watch him tease your clit with his tip before pushing back in.

“you’re only saying that cause i’m fucking you right now.” he chuckles, one hand sliding under your back pulling you close, the other grabbing at your thigh and lifting it.

“no i’m not- fuck” you try to protest just as he begins to thrust into you a bit faster than before. chest pressed to yours, his mouth open as he groans; fucking you into the bed.

the pressure comes back to the bottom of your stomach, mouth going dry, voice turning hoarse after moaning his name. “i’m close.” you squeak. a hand shifting in between your bodies and rubbing your clit to push yourself over the edge.

“rub that pussy baby let me watch you cum.” he pants as his thrusts become sloppy. your head falls back onto the pillow behind you as you cum around him with gasps and moans.

he watches you fall apart and shake around him as he cums right after you. thrusting into you to make sure he milks both of your orgasms. teddy collapses on top of you, with a slight whimper. you lay together trying to catch your breath, though you start to struggle you start to slap at his back and kick your legs from under him.

“teddy. get your big ass off of me.”

he groans and pulls out of you, discarding the condom and lays beside you. an arm pulling you in for a cuddle. “you know you’re just as beautiful as the first time i met you.” he kisses your cheek.

“i could say the same about you. mr perfect.” you wrap your arms around him and kiss him on the lips.

“teddy where the fuck are you?!?” both of your heads turn to the entrance of the boat, you can clearly see a man stomping through. you scan over the messy room to look for your clothes, settling with your soaked panties and one of teddy’s shirts. teddy stumbles to slip his shorts back on just before the strange man walks in.

“oh shit it smells like pussy in here, okay.” milo’s hand instantly covers his eyes after getting a peak of your and teddy’s obvious post sex appearance.

you cover yourself with the blanket in embarrassment, hoping that if he wasn’t looking at you long enough this isn’t really happening.

“you ditched our lunch plans to get your bones jumped? what kind of platonic husband are you?!” milo snaps. “oh shit that was today?” teddy responds with genuine confusion.

“guess you’d rather eat her instead of sushi. you cheater.” you can clearly hear the faux heartbreak in his voice.

“sorry milo.” you grumble under the blanket. you thought you weren’t the type to wreck a home; but you were wrong… very wrong.