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ᯠSUMMARY âa late-night encounter with your neighbor leaves you shaken as tony - dex - ends up closer to you than he ever should, and the line between familiarity and something more starts to blur.
ᯠWARNINGS âslow pace, dryhumping, oral fem receiving, p in v, praise, overstimulation, dirty talk, edging, slight choking, pinning, petnames, no aftercare though :( âword count: 5k
you sat curled beneath a blanket, one leg tucked underneath you, a book resting open in your lap. your apartment felt unusually warm compared to the weather outside. a small lamp glowed beside the couch, casting pools of amber light across the room along with some scented candles you lit.
you'd showered less than half an hour ago. your hair was still slightly damp, the ends leaving faint wet marks against the oversized t-shirt you'd thrown on afterward. the warmth from the shower lingered on your skin, making the apartment feel even cozier than usual.
it should have been the perfect night for reading, except you kept rereading the same page because your mind kept drifting. your neighbor. the man from across the hall. you didn't even know his name. all you had were brief encounters in hallways, shared elevator rides, nods of acknowledgement.
you stared down at the page. reading the same sentence for the fourth time and giving up. with a sigh, you lowered the book onto your chest. outside, headlights passed below your window. your thoughts wandered again.
you wondered if he was home, if he was awake, if he ever noticed you watching him the same way you noticed him watching you. you wondered what his voice sounded like. whether it was as sharp as his stare. whether he even knew how much space he'd started taking up inside your head. the thought made you smile at yourself.
this was getting embarrassing. you were imagining a man you'd never even spoken to.
you were just beginning to convince yourself to return to your book when three firm knocks sounded at your door. the sound startled you enough that you nearly dropped it. you sat up immediately, blinking toward the hallway. at almost midnight, you certainly weren't expecting visitors. another knock followed a few seconds later.
setting the book aside, you stood from the couch and crossed the apartment. the wooden floor felt cool beneath your bare feet as you approached the door. through the peephole you could only make out the dark shape of someone standing in the hallway.
curiosity got the better of you. you unlocked the door and pulled it open.
oh.
standing on the other side was the very man you'd been thinking about for the last twenty minutes. rainwater darkened the shoulders of his black jacket, suggesting he'd only recently come inside. his expression remained unreadable, but his eyes settled on yours almost immediately, familiar and unnervingly intense.
then he lifted one hand - dangling from his fingers was a set of keys. for a second, you simply stared at the keys in his hand, then recognition hit.
"oh my god."
you immediately reached for them, relief washing through you. "i've been looking for these all evening."
his gaze followed the movement of your hand. "figured."
your fingers brushed as you took them from him. it wasn't even enough to properly qualify as touching, but you still felt it. a brief spark of awareness that made you strangely conscious of how close he was standing. you glanced down at the familiar keychain attached to the ring and laughed softly.
"seriously, thank you. I thought I'd somehow lost them outside."
"found them in the lobby," he said. "you dropped them earlier."
you looked back up at him.
"and you remembered they were mine?"
"I've seen you carrying them."
the answer should have felt completely normal. instead, it made your stomach tighten. neither of you seemed eager to break eye contact. the hallway suddenly felt much smaller than usual.
you became acutely aware that you were standing in your doorway looking freshly showered and probably staring at him like an idiot. you cleared your throat.
"well." your fingers tightened around the keys. "I definitely owe you one..."
"tony." he specified. you introduced yourself in exchange.
tony... the name doesn't suit him that much, you thought to yourself.
"tony!"
his eyebrow lifted slightly. his gaze remained on you for a moment before shifting away. only then did you properly notice the state he was in.
his dark jacket was soaked through. rainwater clung to the fabric and dripped occasionally onto the hallway floor. his hair was damp too, slightly darker than usual, with a few strands falling forward.
you frowned. "jesus. it's pouring out there."
he glanced over his shoulder toward the building entrance at the end of the hallway. "yeah."
"you got caught in it?"
"something like that."
the man looked like he'd walked through a hurricane.
"something like that doesn't explain why you look like you swam home."
that earned a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. you felt oddly proud of yourself.
"well, my apartment building has terrible timing too."
"how so?"
he looked back at you.
"no hot water."
you blinked. "what?"
"pipe burst." he said it casually. "and maintenance won't be here until tomorrow."
you stared. "you're kidding."
"wish I was."
you looked at him. then at the rainwater practically dripping off him. then back at him. a few seconds passed. no, don't even think about it.
"you can use my shower."
the words left your mouth before you could think about them. immediately afterward your brain caught up.
right. great. amazing.
you had just invited the attractive stranger you'd been obsessing over for months into your apartment to shower. excellent. very normal.
his eyebrows lifted slightly, looking skeptical. "your shower..."
you cleared your throat.
"I mean-" too late. you were already flustered. there was no recovering now. "I have hot water. you don't. that's the entire thought process."
"that's reassuring."
"don't make it weird."
his expression remained perfectly neutral. "I wasn't."
"you were thinking about it."
for a second you thought he might refuse, you expected him to. he seemed like the kind of person who rarely accepted help from anyone. his eyes drifted past you into the apartment. then his gaze returned to yours.
"you sure?" he asked, his question coming out quieter than you expected.
you nodded. "yeah."
finally he sighed through his nose. almost like he was giving in to something. "okay."
you blinked. "okay?"
"okay."
you hadn't actually planned for him to agree. now you were the one standing there staring. his eyes narrowed slightly. amused.
"you're the one that offered."
"I know, I just-" you stopped. because there was absolutely no way to finish that sentence without embarrassing yourself. he waited. "come in" you pointed toward your apartment.
the smile that appeared this time was small. brief but definitely real. you stepped aside and he finally crossed the threshold into your apartment. the scent of rain followed him inside.
you closed the door behind him and suddenly became painfully aware that your mysterious neighbour was standing in your living room. the same living room where you'd spent the last twenty minutes thinking about him. unfortunately, your brain chose that exact moment to remind you of this fact.
you immediately walked into the side of the couch. the impact echoed through the room. fuckkkk, that hurt. you closed your eyes from the pain and tried to ignore what just happened, pretending you were okay.
"I saw that."
of course he did. you rubbed your knee.
"no you didn't."
"pretty sure I did."
"well, as your host, I'm asking you to respect my privacy."
another laugh. somehow, hearing it while he stood dripping rainwater onto your floor made the entire evening feel a little unreal. you laughed alongside him.
you guided him to the bathroom - brought him towels and whatever men's clothing you had. the ones you usually bought to wear at home.
"If you need anything else let me know, tony!"
he thanked you and locked the door, turning the shower on. dex immediately started inspecting the whole place: what brand toothpaste and soap you use, what does your laundry detergent smell like, what scented shower gels do you have. he didn't forget to open some drawers and noticed a few pads and tampons laying around, as well as some razors and first aid kit.
after checking everything out, dex finally stepped into the shower. he didn't mind your haircare and skincare products - he thought they smelled sweet, just like you. he couldn't stop sheepishly smiling the whole time. like he finally got what he wanted without even trying too much - if we don't include the fact that he stole your lost keys earlier the day, and a few months of eye-fucking you two had.
after around 15 minutes, tony was out of your bathroom, dressed in your home clothes. he looked so unbelievably hot right now, hair still wet and messy, clothes a little too tight for his broad figure, his cheeks were pinkish and you could smell your signature scent across the living room.
"everything alright?" you peeked your head up from the couch.
"yep, I guess you don't owe me anymore" he smiled. "you're good". tony started walking over to you, the couch dipping at his weight. fuck, he looked so sexy manspreading right on your couch, drying his hair with one hand, his biceps flexing. this can't be real, you thought to yourself.
you were staring. it was becoming a genuine problem.
âyou keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna start thinking Iâve got shampoo left in my hair.â
your eyes immediately snapped upward, face feeling warm. âyou probably do.â
âwow.â
âcheck.â
tony dropped the towel onto his shoulder and patted around his head dramatically. after a few seconds of searching, he held up absolutely nothing.
âfalse accusation. I expect an apology.â
âyouâll survive.â
âbarely.â
you rolled your eyes and tried focusing on the random movie playing on the tv because your extremely handsome neighbor looked like he had just walked out of a magazine cover to you. meanwhile, he was sitting on your couch wearing sweatpants that were definitely too small for him and a hoodie that looked like it was losing a battle against his shoulders.
it wasnât fair.
âyou know,â he said after a moment, âthis is actually kind of weird.â
âyou showering at my place?â
âthat too. mostly the fact that your entire apartment smells like vanilla.â
âand?â
âand now I smell like vanilla too."
you laughed.
he looked offended. âI'm serious.â
âthatâs your problem?â you rolled your eyes.
"pretty much, I've got a reputation to maintain" you stared at him. he stared back. then both of you lost it. the tension dissolved instantly.
âthatâs the dumbest thing I've ever heard,â you managed between laughs.
âthank you.â
âthat wasnât a compliment.â
âIâll take what I can get.â
the laughter lingered for a second before fading away. the movie continued playing in the background, filling the apartment with distant dialogue and music neither of you were paying attention to anymore. somehow, the silence that settled between you felt different now. heavier.
tony leaned back into the couch, one arm stretched across the backrest. his head tilted slightly as he looked at the television, but you got the feeling he wasn't watching it either. you tried to focus on the screen. but every time you glanced over, he was still there - wearing your clothes, still smelling like vanilla and your shampoo, still taking up way too much space in your apartment and somehow making it feel smaller.
the realization made your stomach twist. because this wasn't normal. neighbors didn't usually end up sitting on each other's couches at midnight wearing borrowed clothes and they definitely didn't make it this hard to breathe. you swallowed and looked away.
"okay, what is it?" tony asked.
"what?" your head snapped toward him.
"you keep looking at me." his voice was quieter now - not teasing, just stating a fact.
heat crawled up your neck. "you're sitting in my apartment."
tony's jaw tightened slightly. just enough for you to notice. then his eyes dropped to the oversized sleeve hanging over your hand, to your bare legs tucked underneath you on the couch. then back up again, slowly. your breath caught. his expression changed for half a second. something unreadable flashing across his face before disappearing just as quickly.
it was the first time since you'd seen him that he looked uncertain.
"you should stop looking at me like that," he said quietly.
your pulse skipped. "like what?"
his eyes held yours for a second.
"you know exactly like what."
the air seemed to leave the room. you couldn't think of a single response, avoiding eye contact. your eyes dropped to the floor, then to the sleeve hanging over your hand, anywhere except him. meanwhile, tony didn't move. his gaze stayed exactly where it was, steady and impossible to ignore even without looking directly at him.
you could feel it lingering, feel the weight of the silence stretching between you. the room hadn't changed, the tv was still playing somewhere in the background, but everything else seemed distant, drowned out by the simple fact that neither of you had laughed your way out of this one.
when you finally risked a glance back up, his eyes were still on you. not challenging, not teasing - just watching. there was something unusually unguarded about him now, as if he'd forgotten to hide whatever was running through his mind. the silence settled heavily between you, charged with all the things neither of you seemed willing to say out loud.
all you knew was that your heart was beating hard enough to make it difficult to think. the space between you suddenly felt much smaller than it had a few minutes ago, despite neither of you changing position. tony's gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.
the movement was subtle and impossible to miss. for the first time all evening, he looked genuinely conflicted. like he was arguing with himself, like part of him had already made a decision and the other part was trying to stop it.
"this is a bad idea," he said quietly. the words sounded more like a warning to himself than to you.
you swallowed. "then why aren't you leaving?"
for a moment, he just looked at you. then something in his expression softened.
"I don't want to." the answer barely came out above a whisper. somehow the distance between you disappeared. tony leaned forward slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away, every opportunity to break the moment if you wanted to. when you didn't, his eyes flickered between yours one last time.
his hand came to rest against the couch beside you, close enough to make your pulse jump. close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. the air felt impossibly still. then he tilted his head slightly and closed the remaining distance.
It started off as hesitant at first, like he was unsure of it but soon enough tony leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. his hand came up to hold the side of your face - fingers brushing over your jaw. you could feel his desperation with the way he was kissing, it wasn't rough but passionate. his hand went down to hold your throat, softly squeezing it.
you felt yourself getting hotter every second, feeling goosebumps all over your body. you tried to break the kiss to take a breath but tony held it firmly, not letting it go. he pushed his tongue back into you, exploring every part of your mouth.
slowly both of his hands went down to hold your waist, pushing you closer. you used this chance to straddle his lap and he gladly let you. you felt the hardened bulge between your legs immediately, softly groaning at the feeling of him. tony squeezed your waist and pushed you to his chest, your arms wrapped around his neck.
the kiss got intense in matter of seconds, it wasn't innocent anymore. both of you were breathing loudly, holding each other impossibly close. you could feel yourself getting wet, pussy pulsing right on his lap. you decided to grind on him out of desperation.
"fuck" tony grunted loudly and pushed his head back on the couch. he started to push his hips up to feel you deeper. you moaned softly at the new sensation, your clit feeling the friction between layers of clothes. tony's hands moved to grab your ass and push you down on him again. you grabbed the back of his hair out of pleasure and hid your face in the crook of his neck.
tony's voice was low and rough, grunting from time to time. he started leaving kisses on your jaw, going down lower and biting your neck, softly sucking on it. his hands now trailed back up to slide under your shirt. he cupped and squeezed your breasts and twisted one of your nipples.
your moans started to progressively get louder, desperately grinding your clothed pussy on his sweatpants. you felt yourself getting closer, the friction, sensation and heat between your legs getting difficult to handle. you couldn't keep your composure anymore. neither could tony.
"am I making you feel good, pretty girl?" he smiled, whispering in your ear and gently biting it before going back on your throat. "come on, you're almost there, baby".
the praise made your walls flutter around nothing, the emptiness felt frustrating. you felt yourself getting impossibly close to cumming from just rubbing your clit on his bulge.
"fuck, fuck, fuck" the orgasm came crushing down on you. your back arched at the feeling, eyes and head rolling back, exposing your neck to the man under you. he didn't miss the chance to plant lingering kisses all over your throat.
"good girl" tony pushed himself up on you once again to ride out your pleasure and moved your body against him with force. he grabbed your face and kissed you rough and desperately, biting your lower lip.
his fingers tangled in your hair as the kiss turned filthy again - wet and deep and messy. every bite of his teeth sent sparks down your spine. then suddenly he pulled back just enough to yank off his shirt in one rough motion. the dim light caught every hard line of his chest filled with the scars.
without a word, tony lifted you effortlessly into him and pinned you beneath him on the couch cushion. his mouth found yours again but it wasn't gentle anymore.
tonyâs hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up slowly - his lips never leaving yours as he kissed you through every movement. when the fabric was halfway off, he broke the kiss just to pull it completely over your head. the second cool air hit your bare skin, goosebumps erupted but tony warmed you fast with his mouth trailing down your neck.
his teeth grazed one shoulder before his tongue dipped into the hollow of your collarbone. each kiss grew hotter, needier, like he couldnât get enough of you.
he reached behind to unhook your bra that stood in his way without hesitation - impatient but careful not to hurt you.
"you're perfect, sweetheart" he whispered against your bare skin.
tony kissed down your stomach, slow and deliberate - each press of his lips a promise. when he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused. his fingers hooked into the fabric and peeled them down over your hips with torturous slowness. you could feel every brush of his knuckles against sensitive skin.
his soft lips pressed a kiss through thin panties that were already damp from everything before this moment ever started happening at all.
with one hand holding onto your thigh to keep you spread for him, he dragged those same panties down slowly - revealing everything inch by inch under dim living room light filtering through curtains.
the moment your panties were gone, he lowered his head and licked long, slow, deliberate - right through the center of your folds. a full-body shiver tore through you at the contact.
"tony!" you moaned out loud as your head fell back out of pleasure.
he did it again. then again. each stroke was different - teasing one side with his tongue while sucking gently on sensitive skin. his mouth sealed over your clit and sucked hard.
"sweeter than I imagined," tony groaned im your pussy, completely lost in your pleasure.
you gasped so loud it turned into a moan that echoed off the walls. tony growled against you and doubled down immediately: tongue swirling fast now while two fingers slid deep inside without asking permission. they curled just right inside you as he sucked relentlessly.
his fingers, which had been moving slowly at first, suddenly picked up speed - thrusting deeper and faster inside you while his thumb replaced his mouth for a split second to rub tight circles over your clit then he dove back in with force. it was relentless - curving those two digits just right every time they plunged deep. the heel of his hand pressed lightly against your pelvis, adding subtle pressure that made everything feel even more intense
you could hear him breathing heavy through it all - low groans vibrating against sensitive. each sharp inhale from him told you he was getting off on every sound spilling out of your lips
"please don't stop, please" you chanted his name like a prayer as you came apart instantly, your orgasm hit like a lightning strike fast and overwhelming. the way you came from tonyâs mouth was messy.
fingers clenched around tonyâs hair as waves of pleasure ripped through you. your back arched off the couch cushions and your hands fisted hard in his hair, pulling slightly without meaning to.
"there you go" tony didnât stop. not even when he felt you shaking under him. he kept sucking gently now instead of aggressively - drawing out every last pulse until it became almost too much. sensitive and overstimulated.
finally, tony slowly pulled back - lips glistening in the low light, then crawled up over you. without hesitation or warning he crashed his mouth into you, kissing messy and deep with all that pent-up hunger still burning inside him.
his sweatpants thudded softly as it hit the floor. he didnât hesitate when he finally peeled off his boxer briefs - freeing himself completely. hard, thick and aching for attention. you almost drooled at the sight. he kicked everything aside without looking and climbed back onto the couch with you - skin on skin this time. warmth everywhere.
tony hovered over you for a breath - just looking. your lips were swollen from kissing, your chest rising and falling fast. the room was quiet except for both of your breathing. heavy with want. he lined himself up slowly - tip pressing right where it mattered most and paused again, waiting, checking if you were okay with this. when you nodded and arched into him, he pushed forward slowly.
inch by inch, stretching gently as his body slid inside yours, heat meeting heat in the most intimate way possible.
"fuuuuck, baby, so tight f'me" his jaw clenched hard, eyes squeezing shut briefly from how good it felt.
the slow, careful pace didnât last long. once tony was fully inside - buried deep where you were warm and tight around him. his hips jerked forward instinctively, driving himself deeper with a low groan that rumbled through his chest. the rhythm started steady at first, then faster and harder.
"eyes on me, baby" each thrust made the couch creak beneath you both. tonyâs breathing turned ragged, mouth falling open as pleasure overwhelmed every nerve. without warning, one hand shot up and wrapped loosely around your throat. just enough pressure to make your pulse jump under his palm. then he pinned both of your wrists above your head with one strong grip.
"fuck, feels so good" you moaned against his lips.
"oh yeah? you like how I fuck you, baby?" tony teased.
the pleasure was building too fast, like a wave about to crash. every snap of tonyâs hips sent electric shocks through your core, each movement perfectly calculated to drag the most intense sensations out of you. his voice alone - low and teasing made your stomach flip.
"tony, please" you could feel him everywhere - the heat of his skin against yours where sweat-slicked bodies pressed together; the way muscles in arms flexed as he held himself up over you.
"please what, baby" he repeated slowly, voice dripping with false innocence like he hadn't just wrecked you seconds ago. his hips gave a tiny roll - not enough to give real relief; just a cruel little tease of movement. he saw it in your face immediately: that perfect mix of desperation and neediness. "use your words," he murmured against your neck, lips brushing skin between syllables.
"please, tony, wanna cum on your cock, please" your voice came out breathless, wrecked already. tonyâs expression shifted. the playful teasing vanished in an instant, replaced by something far darker and hungrier. his pupils dilated further; his jaw tightened with sudden intensity.
without warning, he slammed back into you - harder this time. no slow buildup now; just raw force as his hips with renewed aggression. the couch creaked violently beneath you both like it might actually break from how rough and fast things got all of a sudden.
a groan ripped from tonyâs chest at the feeling - the way you clenched around him so perfectly. "fuck!" your third orgasm hit like a tidal wave, unexpected and overwhelming, eyes rolling back to the back of your skull. one second tony was pounding into you with that perfect rhythm, the next your whole body clenched around him - walls fluttering as pleasure erupted through every nerve ending.
you gasped his name. he felt the way you squeezed him so tight and that was all he needed. his thrusts turned erratic. desperate. losing their control fast as his own release barreled toward him.
a few more rough pumps and he buried himself deep inside you and came hard - body tensing above yours like a coiled spring finally snapping. heat flooded between you both in waves. the second his orgasm peaked, tony collapsed onto you - heavy but careful not to crush you completely.
his lips found yours in a messy, desperate kiss. when he pulled back, neither of you got very far. his forehead nearly brushed yours. for a second, he simply stared at you, breathing unevenly.
your breath was still coming in slow, shaky waves - post-orgasm haze thick around your mind as you looked around the room. the tv had been playing some late-night news segment after the movie ended - volume low, background noise. neither of you really paid attention before. but then you glanced at it, eyes half-lided, mind floaty.
Benjamin Poindexter. Also known as, Dex - Bullseye. a headline flashed. there was a live shot of him brutally attacking the police - his figure was tall, broad shoulders, that confident stride youâd recognize anywhere. then they showed a mugshot of his face without the mask: dark eyes, sharp jawline, face filled with scars that were still red.
your stomach dropped. tony saw the second your eyes widened - that specific kind of panic, the sharp inhale that wasnât pleasure-related and the way your whole body locked up. he turned his head slowly toward the tv. without hesitation dex reached for the remote and hit mute first, then power-off button right after.
the room plunged into silence the second the screen went black - no more news, just suffocating stillness. dexâs movements were precise, calculated; even now, there was something terrifyingly methodical about him.
he turned to face you fully. the dim light from your bedside lamp caught his profile - the same scars youâd seen on tv moments ago now in real life: jagged across his cheekbone, a thin line over his eyebrow. His expression wasnât angry, but it wasnât calm either.
the silence felt fragile now, stretched so tightly that even the smallest movement seemed capable of breaking it. dex's gaze lingered on yours before drifting toward the dark window across the room. his shoulders had gone rigid.
"I should go," he said eventually.
whatever had been there moments ago was gone. the guarded expression had returned, settling over him like armor. his jaw tightened as he looked toward the door instead of at you.
"tony?"
"dex." he corrected. closing his eyes briefly. that single hesitation told you more than anything else could have.
when he finally stood, the apartment felt strangely empty despite the fact that he was still there. every movement seemed deliberate, controlled, like he was forcing himself to leave before something happened that he couldn't take back.
"thanks for letting me use the shower," he said quietly.
you rose from the couch too. his eyes met yours then. and you saw something dangerously close to the truth. whatever it was, it scared him. the silence stretched. then he gave a small shake of his head.
"goodnight."
his hand remained on the handle. his back to you.
"for what it's worth," he said quietly, "I'm really glad you opened the door tonight."
the door clicked shut behind him, and you stood there staring at it long after he was gone. the apartment suddenly felt too quiet.
slowly, you sank back onto the couch, your mind replaying every conversation, every look, every pause that had lasted a second too long. beneath the shock and confusion, you couldn't figure out what had happened. the pieces were all there, yet none of them seemed to fit together, leaving you with more questions than answers.
what happens when you tell your therapist that your boyfriend doesnt give you head?
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therapist! dex stayed seated behind his desk, watching you with that steady, unreadable gaze. "your boyfriend thinks it's gross," he repeated, voice low. "and unsatisfying for him." he leaned forward slightly, elbows on the desk. "but what about you?"
you kept talking, explaining how your boyfriend refused, how he made faces at the idea, how the whole thing felt one-sided. dex listened without interrupting, fingers tapping once against the wood.
when you finished he stood, came around the desk, and stopped right in front of your chair. "stand up," he said quietly. you did. he guided you back until your ass met the edge of the desk, then pressed your shoulders until you sat on it. his hands went to your pants, undoing them without asking, tugging them down along with your underwear until they pooled at your ankles.
he dropped to his knees between your spread legs. "this is what he won't do?" dex murmured, then leaned in and dragged his tongue flat over your pussy in one slow, deliberate lick. he didn't wait for permission. his mouth sealed over you, tongue working in firm strokes, circling your clit before dipping lower to push inside, groaning into your pretty pussy as your nails scratched against his scalp and gripped his hair tightly.
he ate you with focused intensity, sucking gently on your clit while two fingers slid into your cunt, curling to press against that sensitive spot. the wet sounds of his mouth filled the small office. he groaned against you, the vibration traveling straight through your core. his free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open as he licked and sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly over your clit now.
you could feel how much he wanted it, how he buried his face deeper, nose pressed against you while his tongue fucked in and out alongside his fingers, whining and muttering muffled praise, grinning at his spit and your wetness coating his chin. he didn't pull back once, just kept devouring you, pace steady and relentless until your thighs started shaking around his head and your voice got high and pitchy.
when your orgasm hit he didn't stop. he kept licking through it, fingers pumping steadily as you clenched around them, tongue softening only when the aftershocks made you twitch and cry. finally he pulled back, lips shiny, breathing a little heavier. he wiped his mouth with the back of his shaking hand and stood on weak knees.
"same time next week," he said, already moving to sit behind the desk again to hide his hard cock. "we can talk about whatever you need."
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ronance will always be the biggest fumble in television history. like u had maya hawke and natalia dyer ready to kiss eachother and you just. didn't let them?
happy pride month to byler, byclair, elmax, ronance, stonathan, & wenclair.
all ships that should've or could've happened if the writers weren't cowards. also I firmly believe if will had a crush on lucas he would've treated him better & gave him a chance unlike mike and I don't wanna hear nothing abt mike not being gay bc he absolutely was closeted; look at how he treated jane compared to will & it's not just bc of the trauma will went through cus jane had trauma too & he still treated her like shit.
the amount of ppl who want maddy & cassie to be together bc of "toxic yuri" makes me gag like ew? maybe s1 cassie but s2 & s3?? hell no.
just bc they both found comfort in each other after seeing nate dead means nothing; cassie is still a backstabbing bitch who dated & married her bsfs abuser. maddy & rue tho? HELL YEAHHH well she dead now but still they would've been real cute.
I'm obsessed with vampirism bc I'm secretly one. the mink part comes from the artist fakemink bc I love him & it's also a nickname that stuck with me in elementary school
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rewatching 'HIM' every month when I'm on my period bc seeing tyriq half naked & covered in blood makes me forget about all the pain I'm in & I end up falling asleep dreaming about him ruining me
warnings: NSFW HEADCANONS TOO! MINORS DNI! Stalking, supernatural bond, ovulation, wound-licking (?), biting, fangs, mentions of eating out, premature ejaculation, finishing inside (wrap it before you tap it!), blood sharing...
a/n: guys u got no idea how crazy this makes me
vampire!dex who follows you on your nightly walk, watching every turn you make and every store you turn into
vampire!dex who spends weeks planning the perfect meeting for the two of you, one that will make you fall in love with him instantly
vampire!dex who can smell you from afar and it makes his eyes darken and his whole body stiffen
vampire!dex who will do anything to keep you safe, even pulling strange men from the alleyway and throwing them into dustbins torn apart so nobody obscures your late night walk!
vampire!dex who when you meet for the first time senses something different within you. youre so different to the past victims of his. you won't be a victim. not to him. from the moment you both lay eyes on each other and his hand touches your skin, youre both changed forever
vampire!dex who rushes back to his apartment and searches through his books to find something called the sire bond. something that means not only were you fated to meet, you were fated to be turned and to be his for all eternity.
vampire!dex who ponders if he can ever go near you again. he knows how dangerous and lonely a life of vampirism can be and would never wish it upon someone so gorgeous and full of life like yourself, but he can't deprive himself of a life time with you!!
vampire!dex who tries to keep his distance from you, but fails miserably. the sire bond means the two of you can't really stay away from each other now you've met! you can sense whenever he's nearby, as he can with you.
vampire!dex who stalks you from the rooftop of his apartment building, and is terrified (and simultaneously turned on) when you turn around and your eyes meet his straight away. you knew where he was without even thinking about it. and it drove him insane.
vampire!dex who finally gives in to the sire bond you both share and meets you again, and falls in love with your cheeky smile when you confront him about his watchful eyes.
vampire!dex who can command you to do anything he says, just by looking deeply into your eyes and placing his hands on either side of your face. he tells you to take a deep breath, you do! he says to give him a big smile, you do! he says to sit down while he gets you water, you do!
nsfw vampire!dex headcanons....
vampire!dex who can smell when you're ovulating and he has to physically restrain himself from holding you down and eating you out there and then.
vampire!dex who bites your neck for the first time and hears you moan so loudly he almost cums in his jeans like a teenager there and then. he feels you tense up and try to push him away, but when you surrender your body to him and embrace the feeling, one of his hands slips to your jeans to finger you.
vampire!dex who gets you hooked on the feeling of him feeding from you!!!! because he always pleasures you while he does, you've grown to associate the feeling with euphoria and you basically beg him for it now!
vampire!dex who is so focused on your pleasure that for the first few months of the relationship you have no idea what he likes. all you know is he wants to please you!
vampire!dex who can't help but shake his head when you beg him to turn you like him, so you can be together for an eternity. you get on your knees in front of him and go down on him, watching him lose composure as his hands braid into your hair so hard he pulls clumps out when he lets go.
vampire!dex who is normally so collected when he fucks you, but you rile him up so much that he fucks into you hard, rough and it leaves you bedridden for days and your bed frame collapses under the sheer force of him.
vampire!dex who feeds from you to the point where you black out and your pulse begins to fade, but he feeds you his blood to heal you.
vampire!dex whose eyes go black when you come back around to him, his blood running down your chin and your hands on his arms to keep his blood in your mouth.
vampire!dex who feels like he's going insane when you spin him onto his back and ride him until he cums inside of you, and he cums HARD. with his blood dripping from your chin and down over your tits, the sight drives him insane.
vampire!dex who drives up into you and moans, "yeah, this is what you wanted, angel? you wanted to taste my blood huh pretty girl?" and you nod in response, pathetically whimpering as his thrusts get harder and harder.
vampire!dex whose eyes roll back when you pretend to bite his neck like he does you, and tightens his grip on your hips.
vampire!dex who laughs when tears roll down your face as he denies you of a life of vampirism. "pretty girl you don't wanna be a monster like me, right baby? you're too gorgeous to be a vampire." "wanna be yours forever dex!" and dex laughs, "we'll see, sweetheart, for now let me keep drinking from you, okay?"
You could only whimper in response with how good Bishop felt inside of you. It was late at night and you were once again in Bishopâs room, no matter how many times you promised yourself to not go over his place, you would still go.
So there you were, your clothes on the floor, your phone placed on do not disturb and being on top of him with a western movie playing in the back, riding him at a slow pace with your hands laying across his bare chest.
âYou always say itâs the last time,â He began whispering, loud enough for you to hear him. He has one hand on your hip, tracing small circles where a hickey from last week was starting to fade, while the his other arm rested behind his head, â..yet you always come back, more desperate than last time.â
Bishop sits up and places both his hands on your waist, looking at your face closely, almost as if he was studying every little expression you did.
Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open letting out all those moans and whimpers he secretly loved to hear, your lips were still puffy from him fucking your mouth the minute you walked in.
A quick smack landed on your butt, getting a gasp out of you.
âSpeak.â
You moaned moving faster, gripping his shoulders, definitely leaving your nail marks. âYou always let me in.â You whimpered looking into his dark brown eyes, âYou canât lie, you love my pussy.â
And you were right. Sure, Bishop had his fine experience with women before, but when you came in, his life changed. It was something about you that made him want to have you. Especially just him alone. He wouldnât say it out loud because thatâs not the type of person he is, but he wanted you to be his, only his.
After snapping back in, he moved his hands to your hips, a tight grip with how you started bouncing on top of him, feeling his whole dick push into you and hitting that spot inside that made you tremble. âYeah, this pussy real good.â Bishop spoke looking down through gritted teeth, hiding his groans.
Beneath the two of you, Bishop saw how good you were taking him, you always did. And thatâs when he saw it, that bulge poking through your lower stomach.
He couldnât hold it anymore, he pulled his dick out earning a whine from you. âPleaseâ more please pleaseââ âShut it.â Bishop cut you off while he placed you on top of his pillows.
He positions himself in between your legs, putting them on top of his thighs. âListen to whatâs going to happen.â He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it while he pushed three fingers in your wet cunt.
You moaned, putting yourself on your elbows to see. You saw how shiny and wet his fingers were coming in and out of you, his other hand stroking his long hard cock. âIâm going to fuck you, you can cum as many times as you want, as long as you ask me to.â Bishop said looking directly into your lustful eyes.
âOkayâŚohh..okay.â You were so horny, you were moving your hips to get more friction. âIâm not stopping tillâ I nut⌠donât want you to be whining or crying saying itâs too much,â He took his fingers out of you and lined himself up, rubbing and slapping his fat head onto your clit.
âTell me youâll be a good girl and not whine.â
You had become a mess, so lost in the feeling to even keep your eyes open and look at him. âB, I promise Iâll be a good girl. Daddy Iâll be soo good for you.â You slipped in that nickname you loved calling him, looking into his eyes.
âSay it again.â
âDaddyââ Bishop pushed all nine inches of him inside you, grabbing the back of your knees, he pushed them up to your chest. âDaddy! Iâll be so good! Oh! Ohââ Bishop always kept the same rhythm when he fucked you like this, long and hard strokes.
âYou gonna take my dick?â âYes! Yes B, I willâ I want to.â Your hands were gripping the sheets beneath you, each time he thrusted back in, the headboard of the bed would hit the wall behind. âTake it baby..â Bishop moaned low, looking down to see how his dick was already getting that creamy ring you always gave him.
He kept fucking you like this, having you moan and roll your eyes each time he pushed inside, deep enough to hit your g-spot. âYouâre doing so good babyâŚyou hear that pussy? You hear how good sheâs being for daddy?â And you did. You cunt had gotten so wet, it was squelching with each thrust Bishop gave you, you could feel it leak out of you.
You nodded to his answer, âB, I wanna cum..â You whimpered feeling your orgasm start to build up inside of you. âB, please can I cum? Iâll be so good Daddyâ so good, please let me cum.â You were slurring your words, fucked out and full of lust. And so was Bishop.
Bishop hasnât really notice, but he gets quite expressive when the two of you have sex. Heâll furrows his eyebrows like heâs angry, starts huffing low when heâs getting close and gets a light shed of sweat on his face.
He let go of the grip he had on your legs to lean down and kiss you. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps. Your faces inches away from each other, you were feeling each otherâs heavy breaths.
âYou wanna cum baby?â âYes..yes! Daddy please- make me cum please..pleaseââ You always begged, I mean, how could you not when Bishop was the most perfect man youâd been with.
He slid one leg on top of his shoulder, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit. He leans to your cheek to give it a quick kiss while you were practically already screaming. âCum baby, cumâ show Daddy whoâs making you feel this good.â Bishop groaned against your ear, his thrusts becoming quicker, sharper.
It hits you right there, your eyes shut tight, drool leaving off the corner of your mouth and legs trembling. âThaâŚDaddyâ Oh! Oh!â âYeahâ whoâs making you cum babyâ tell me.â Bishop was growling, feeling the way your cunt was starting to squeeze him so hard, he couldnât even control the rhythm of his thrusts. âYou! You daddy..youâre making me cum.â You sobbed, tears coming out of your eyes.
But you had to keep your promise, you couldnât tell Bishop to stop or to go slow like other times before. So you did your next step, you encourage him to cum.
âBâŚâ You grabbed his face with both your hands, slowly caressing his cheeks. âPlease cum in me..â You whispered, clearly fucked out, your brain getting mushy. Bishop groaned pushing his face to your neck. He was getting close, you could feel it. His thrusts quick and losing rhythm, chasing his high.
âDaddy I- I know you want to.â You hiccuped, having him moan in response. âKeep my pussy warm, baby..keep it full B, please..pleaseââ Bishop groaned putting his hand around your throat gently, pushing you down to the pillow.
âTake it babyâ fuckâ take it.â Thick hot spurts of cum were shooting inside of you, you felt your cunt overflow, felt some of already dripping out of you.
âSay thank you,âŚthank me right fucking now baby.â âThank you! Daddy thank you! Oh! Ohhâ I want more! Pleaseâ please I want more.â Itâs like you couldnât hear yourself. You had no idea why you were begging for anymore. It didnât hit you until now that you were approaching a second orgasm, harder than the first one.
But with how you gripped your legs tighter around Bishop and how you were practically sobbing and crying, he knew exactly why you were still begging.
âMore baby? You want it all donât youâŚyouâre such a slut. All you come over for is for me to fuck you tillâ pass out, tillâ you canât walk or think straight.â Even though his message was to degrade you, you felt nothing but praised, which it quite literally isnât, but thatâs how Bishop was with you sometimes, you couldnât control that you loved it.
Your voice was gone at this point, eyes rolled back for what felt like the million time when your second orgasm came. The only thing you could hear in the room was the slow skin slapping as the two of you came down from your high, yours and Bishopâs heavy breathing and moans, and some guns going off at the western movie that was still playing in the background.
Without a word, Bishop started to pull out as slowly as he could, knowing you were overly sensitive. âShh..shh, breath baby, just breath.â Bishop hushed your sobs, glancing to see your face for a minute before looking down again at your shaking thighs.
As soon as his head left your fluttering cunt, Bishopâs cum started to drip out, almost looking like a fountain falling out.
âShouldâve put a towel.â He muttered, getting off the bed and going go the bathroom. You sit up and look over. You see Bishop wetting the towel he always cleans you up with. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, turning off your do not disturb and seeing some notifications pop, but you focused on the time, 2:16am.
âSomeone call?â You look up, Bishop wearing his sweatpants that hung slightly loose and a sweater. It was always weird not seeing him in his full attire, but it felt special knowing you were one of the few people that got to see him like this.
âNo..just checking the time.â You whispered laying back down and spreading your legs. It was a quiet agreement. Bishop rearranged your guts and then cleaned you.
âI have your panties from last week. You can take any shirt.â Bishop spoke while he went back to the bathroom to drop the towel and come back with your panties in hand.
âThank you.â You said softly, suddenly feeling shy. âDo you want water?â He asked opening his door to head to the kitchen. âYes please.â He nodded slowly leaving. However, he knew that the moment heâd be back to the bedroom, youâd already be knocked out asleep, of course on his side of the bed. Placing the cup of water on the nightstand, he got in bed to continue watching what was 30 minutes left of the movie.
âBâŚâ You mumble, reaching for him but only receiving a low hum. âThis is the last time.â You said in a soft tone, opening your eyes to look up at him. Slowly he looked down at you, studying your resting figure.
And there you were, on your stomach hugging the pillow underneath you, wearing his shirt, slightly closing your eyes, fighting your sleep just to wait his response. He reached to caress the back of head, as if he was soothing you to sleep, and looked back at the TV screen.
Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)
Synopsis: How long can you resist ovulation temptations?
Warnings *MDNI*: piv, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fluff, aftercare, âbabyâ as term of endearment, marking, briefly rough piv, oral (f!reader), overstimulation, alcohol consumption, this is fairlyy nasty too, whoops
WC: 3.3k
A/n: The Silk reference... I love me some old school music BADD ! Also littlee bit of a different structure so hope this is received well. And lastly I really hope I did those ovulation days justice in this because they get *serious*... if you catch my drift !
Being turned on by Cameron was far from unfamiliar territory. In fact it was common practice for you to have those moments several times throughout a typical day spent with him. It didnât take much. Whether it be him just lounging on the couch in his grey sweats with the white compression shirt and gold chain combo or it be him fresh out of the shower with the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. You were well acquainted with how easily your body responded to him just existing. That being said, you knew what to expect when ovulating but this month it was different. Extremely different.
On the first day you and Cameron were out and about running errands when he dropped you off at the salon to get a pedicure while he went to his haircut. This was standard routine for you two so you hadnât thought much of it in that moment. He came back just before you were finished and waited in the car until you were done. Once he saw you approaching he got out to open your door. As Cameron came into view you almost stopped in your tracks. You felt the telltale flutters in your stomach at the sight of him, sunlight shining in just the right position bouncing off his chain. He smiled wide as he opened your door and said âmâladyâ, guiding you in to the passenger seat. You laughed a bit before playfully responding, âthank you, kind sirâ as Cameron chuckled.
As Cameron returned to his side you couldnât help but stare as he got in the drivers seat. From his outfit to the freshly trimmed haircut you were almost ready to commit a crime right then and there. You reached over to caress his hair, focused purely on how good he looked. Cameron still had a wide grin on his face as he eagerly asked, âdo you like it? I went a little different this timeâ, bending his head slightly in your direction to let you feel it. His words snapped you out of your daze. Trying to find the words in your head you responded breathy, âitâs good. It looks good on you. I really like itâ. Cameron pressed a kiss to your lips and then another before whispering, âthank youâ, against them.
That simple interaction left you more hot and bothered than it shouldâve, causing you to run through different scenarios in your head on the drive back home. You peered over at his focused stature and up at his haircut imagining how itâd feel against your thighs as he went down on you. Then your gaze dropped to his hand innocently placed on your thigh, occasionally rubbing circles at red lights. You wondered if he moved it up a bit closer if heâd feel you throbbing and the excess warmth from the wetness pooling in your panties underneath your leggings. And your mind continued like that the rest of the journey home.
Come day two in the evening and Cam was coming in from practice. When he entered, he loudly announced, âhey baby, Iâm homeâ. You yelled back, âIâm in hereâ, from the bedroom. Cameron followed the sound of your voice, concern washing over his features as he saw you curled up on the bed. He dropped his bags carelessly before he approached you. He leaned over your frame with his arms positioned on each side of your figure. His eyes scanned your face as he looked down at you and asked âAre you ok?? Whatâs wrong?â
You understood his concern because around this time you were typically occupying yourself with one of your hobbies or just chilling in the living room. However there was no actual cause for concern despite the change of routine because you had simply decided to take a nap instead. As you were still coming out of your sleep you gave him a small smile at the consideration and reassured him, âIâm fine I swear. My nap just went on longer than I had planned but I guess I needed the rest thenâ. His nerves instantly dissolved as he responded, âwhew because I was fully preparing to throw you over my shoulder and drag you to the hospitalâ. You belly laughed at that, stating âa bit of an overreaction to me laying in bed no?â He tilted his head and scoffed, âtsk, thatâs a rarity. You never lay in bed that much unless Iâm with you⌠and weâre doing other thingsâ.
He playfully leaned down to bite your neck before taking a deep inhale. âMmm you smell good. Whatever it is youâre wearing let me know, Iâll buy you more.â You were initially about to laugh before his actions and words hit you, a knot forming in your stomach. The closeness of him suddenly clouding your judgement. It dawned on you then that you werenât wearing any new special scent. In fact you had used more of your neutral products after your shower so you had no idea what he was smelling on you. He pressed a kiss to your lips before you could respond and informed you he was going to take a shower. After some time had passed he exited the shower and stepped back into bedroom. You then wondered how far you could get without acting on your desire before tapping out and finally giving in. So far Cameron seemed oblivious to his effect on you.
On day three, you two decided to cook dinner together. You also decided to pop open a bottle of wine as you got started on the process. You two had gotten through half of the bottle by the time the pasta was in the process of boiling and you were chopping veggies for the sauce. Feeling a slight buzz, Cameron turned his attention away from the task at hand to turn up the Silk song faintly playing in the background.
He made a beeline for you towards the counter, coming up from behind swaying his body side to side as he urged, âcmon, dance with me babyâ, leaning down to by your ear. A warm smile came to your face as he spun you around by your waist. You were guided to follow his movements as you placed your hands on his chest while he poorly sung the lyrics to you. You laughed as he suddenly lifted you, wrapping your legs around him and your arms around his neck. He continued serenading you, increasing his volume, as he whisked you around the kitchen to the pace of the song. You erupted into laughter feeling a bit light headed from the wine. You enjoyed the warmth that spread through your chest at the sound of him terribly singing such a passionate love song with complete glee. The wine and the suggestiveness of the lyrics beginning to get to you.
Somehow the steam from the pasta water caught your eye as he spun you around alerting you that you two were in the middle of cooking. Rushed you said, âCam, the pastaâ, before he set you back on your feet. As you went over to turn the eye off Cameron followed right behind you continuing his antics. This time he simply wrapped his arms around your mid section pulling you back against the firmness of his body and continued swaying. After turning the eye off you relished in the feel of him behind you, lolling your head back against his chest as you held onto his arms embracing you. You closed your eyes, content in that moment listening to the song while you two intimately held one another.
After a moment he spun you around again, keeping you close, to plant a lingering kiss on your lips. He then planted kisses along your cheek moving toward your jaw. The combination of the wine, Cameronâs scent, his chain, and him being shirtless with sweats riding low on his hips was catching up to you now, making your head spin. You squeezed his forearms for stability and to alert him. Alert him of what? You werenât sure. Wetness pooled as you called out âCamâ. He removed himself from your neck before abruptly throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed in response, âCam, what about dinner?!â He slapped your ass as he responded earnestly, âitâll still be there by the time weâre done, donât worryâ. Your stomach tightened in anticipation of what was coming.
He ever so gently threw you down on the bed before crawling over you like a predator with its prey. He dragged his nose up the length of your neck before meeting your eyes to admit, âI donât know what it is but I canât stop thinking about how fucking good you smellâ, before attaching his lips back to your neck, creating love bites. âYou wearing my shirts doesnât help eitherâ, he uttered. He then lifted the oversized tee to plant wet kisses all over your breast before circling your nipples, grazing them with his teeth. You moaned as his head traveled down, nipping at your navel along the way, âCam pleaseâ.
He finally reached your underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs. He bit down on his bottom lip as his gaze lingered on your pussy, pupils dilating seeing how wet you already were. Rubbing the expanse of your thighs up and down he questioned, âAll for me?â, as he reluctantly shifted his eyes away to look into yours. You were almost certain you wouldnât be able to survive the night if continued staring at you like he was in for the meal of his life. You silently nodded your head in response. Cameron lightly dragged a finger through your folds to feel your arousal before whispering âall for meâ, more so to himself. In a speed you hadnât anticipated, he latched his mouth to you keeping a strong hold on your thighs as he spread them.
He licked a path from your entrance to your clit, keeping his gaze on you. And that action was the only slow movement throughout that entire moment before he sped up his pace. You grabbed one of his arms for stability as you gripped the sheet in the other. You were barely holding on to the few threads you had left when he began his dangerous combo of fucking you with his tongue and circling your clit. Unconsciously you tried to move your hips upwards to match his pace but he held your hips down as he continued. You peered down at him, faintly noticing his hips moving against the bed for friction. The sight prompting you to moan. His eyes never left yours as his jaw continued working. His view only spurred his actions. You suddenly squeezed his arm as you moaned out, âoh f-fuck Cam right there, donât stopâ. You felt the vibrations of him groaning against you and in response he picked up the pace. Focusing his tongue on your clit now, he inserted two fingers, curling them inside you.
You lost your voice at this point, throwing your head back into the pillows, mouth in the form of an O. Wet squelching sounds filled the room as he continued moving his fingers at a steady pace. Your back arched as you quickly felt your orgasm approaching. You wouldâve given him a heads up if you had the ability to. You dug your nails into his arm as your thighs shook in his grasp. Through the waves of your orgasm spread throughout your body, you started seeing dots behind your closed eyelids.
Cameron continued soaking up all that he could, slowing his fingers before pulling them out to catch the rest with his tongue. When you eventually came back down to start catching your breath you weakly tried pushing his head away as your legs tried to close at the overstimulation. You slurred, âsâtoo muchâ, before Cameron unwillingly came up. Your breath faltered a bit as your eyes trailed over his appearance. The bottom half of his face completely covered in your slick while your eyes landed on the tent in his sweats. He took that moment to lick the rest of you off his fingers while looking at you depraved. Your body thrummed with desire as you took in his figure.
Cameron took in your disheveled appearance, fully taking his shirt off of you now, leaving you naked. You caught the glint of something in Cameronâs eyes as he looked at you dazed. âTurn over babyâ, he directed. With the little strength you had, you rolled onto your stomach pulling yourself up on your knees. Turning your head to the side for air, you let your upper body rest into the mattress unable to muster the energy to pull yourself onto all fours.
You heard shuffling behind you and slightly turned your head more to view Cameron behind you stroking himself lazily while he stared. âPleaseâ, you begged, pushing your ass back towards him. Cameronâs dick twitched as he fully took in your state. âSo beautiful. You know I love hearing you baby, keep goingâ, he stated as he started running his tip up and down your folds coaxing more wetness. The knot in your stomach grew tight as he started unraveling that one thread with his words. He leaned over you now, one hand placed on your hip, the other positioned next to your head. You grasped his arm, pleading some more, âI need you so bad Cam, pleaseâ.
That was enough to provoke Cameron to line his tip with your entrance before pushing in inch by inch. His abdomen tightened once fully seated in you as you fluttered around his length. You gripped the sheets, breath hitching as he started an agonizingly slow pace making sure you felt the depth with each thrust. The sensation of him thrusting in and out slowly made you delirious as the intensity of your pleasure grew. Mumbling into the sheets you uttered, âyou feel so-â, voice cut off with a loud moan as he made a particularly deep thrust. He moaned feeling you clench down in response.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek before shifting behind you placing both his hands on your waist, roughly pulling your ass back to meet his thrusts. Cameronâs mouth parted as he stared at your ass, his eyes low. With a deep groan, he muttered, âlook so fucking good like thisâ. He set a steady pace, coaxing more obscene sounds out of you. Your eyes momentarily rolled back as the depth of his thrusts caused him to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You gasped at the sensation, clawing at the sheets as you suddenly felt the pressure build in your stomach.
As the power of his thrusts increased you were slowly losing the ability to keep your knees steady. Cameron noticed this and quickly grabbed one of the many pillows above your head and placed it at the base of your hips. He leaned over you now, his chest grazing your back as he grabbed one of your arms and held it behind your back. In the process of that, he positioned his other hand under the pillow on your clit, quickly rubbing circles. Your voice broke as you screamed at the added stimulation, the band in your stomach on the verge of snapping. Cameronâs voice breaking into a string of groans by your ear as he felt your body respond. Planting deep, calculated thrusts from this position, voice straining, he whispered, âcum on me babyâ. As you just barely registered what he was saying your vision blurred. Your body instinctively tried to move away from him as the pleasure became overwhelming. Cameron reinforced his body, pressing against you to stop you from squirming. âDonât run baby, you can handle itâ. The band snapped and you felt a rush of liquid flow out, more than you typically felt when you came. You were breathing hard as your entire body trembled from your orgasm. Though Cameron had slowed his movements to an eventual stop, the waves of your climax were just as intense.
Your body felt like jello as you slowly came back down. Cameron pulled out slowly, gently turning you over onto your back. He caressed your cheek while his other hand rubbed circles into your hip. Checking to see where your head was at he asked, âYou good?â Your breathing had steadied now so you chose that moment to open your eyes to see his still full of desire with a hint of concern at your spacey gaze. You used what little strength you had left to pull him down for a kiss. Meekly you whispered against his lips, âneed more, needed you so bad all weekâ.
A knowing grin came to Cameronâs face as he manually wrapped your thighs around his hips. He slowly slipped back in with ease. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, softly moaning from the sensitivity and pleasure. Cameron slid his hands under your body, pulling you into a bear hug as he confessed âI knew. Wanted to see how long youâd lastâ. You felt the grin on his face as he turned his head to kiss you on the cheek. You wouldâve made a remark about him being cocky but that was the moment he decided to give you slow, deep thrusts, eliminating any other thoughts from your head. The closeness paired with the emotion in his movements made your head spin.
You felt another orgasm bubbling under the surface as his pace increased, thrusts growing sloppy. âC-camâ, you stuttered out. Your body was fighting between the feeling of overstimulation and craving another one despite your sensitivity. In response, you dropped a hand down to his abdomen, debating against trying to push him away or clutching him impossibly closer, nails digging into his skin. Cameron groaned out as the pleasurable sting of your manicured nails went straight to his dick. Breathing out against your ear, âright there?â, Cameron uttered. Your back arched as you motioned to nod your head rapidly before your orgasm halted your movement. Vision blurring, wanton moans spilled from your mouth as your thighs unconsciously spasmed around his hips from the intensity. Triggered from yours, Cameron let out a low groan as his climax rippled through him at an alarming speed, his grip on your hips now bordering on painful. Your toes curled at the pleasurable pain from his grip and the feeling of him coating your walls. Through the haze of his orgasm Cameron stuttered out, âf-fuckâ, as you wrapped your arms around his back, lightly scratching down as you settled from your orgasm.
You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. âIâll be right backâ, he assured before leaving the room to grab a wash cloth to clean you. He did the same to himself before returning to bed to cuddle you, pulling you against his chest. Cameron absentmindedly stroked your arm as he asked, âyou feel better?â Content, a small smile came to your face as you jokingly said, âmuch actually, but youâre so fucked up for intentionally teasing me like thatâ. He erupted into laughter before responding, âif it makes you feel any better I was struggling too, you smell different when youâre ovulating. Your pussy was basically calling out my nameâ. You scrunched your face at his admittance before laughing. âYouâre so nastyâ, you responded. He grinned, immediately rebutting, âyou love it thoughâ, before playfully biting your shoulder. Blushing at his words you couldnât do anything but laugh because you did indeed love it.
Upon more conversation, you recalled what you two were doing before the sudden intermission. You werenât going to feel like cooking dinner anytime soon after all of that. Nor did you want to so you lazily traced his abdomen as you spoke, âso yea, dinnerâŚâ he softly chuckled before responding, âwe can order something. Do you want me to go run a bath in the meantime?â You replied, âmhm, I just want to lay here for another momentâ.
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summary : cameron's competitive nature gets the best of him.. and you
word count : 800?
warnings/tags : 19+ MDNI, porn wit ZERO plot lolz, p in v, unprotected sex, ROUGH sex, creampie, daddy kink, he smacks y/n's ass like one time? im prolly missing sum but u get it! oh and y/n uses she/her pronouns
song inspo. : d33p3r - mike will made it, teezo touchdown, & luda
one thingâs certain about cameron cade - he was excruciatingly competitive. he desired to win everything, regardless of how major or minor it is. this urge to be champion translated over into his relationships as well. arguments, petty games, impromptu harmless wrestling matches - he won them. heâd proudly flex his gorgeous muscles while you roll your eyes and scoff.
youâd let him win because you love him. and, frankly, because heâs a sore loser. all his pent-up rage and anger festered and ate him alive. which led to cameron taking it out on you. rough sex, bite marks, you in a heap of sweat and tears apologizing profusely. the mess he often left you in was a double-edged sword. you hated that you bent a knee for cameron, giving into the fear he'd make you feel from one look alone. but you loved when he got in this mode. taunting and ignorantly treating your body like a toy to satisfy himself and teach you a lesson in the process. he knows youâll submit everytime. which is why tonight was no different. a petty disagreement you two had days prior rolled over into a very contentious debate.
this time, you held your ground, refusing to be the understanding party. frustrated, cameron slammed the door to your shared condo and went for a walk. you attended to some chores, hoping a routine cleaning would help calm you down. cameron not being the condo certainly did help. you were on the couch folding clothes when the front door swung open, cameron stood in the doorway. immediately, you froze in place.
his icy blue eyes bore deep into yours, the lines around his mouth hardening. fuck, heâs mad. you knew this only ended in two ways - cameron going to his âman caveâ to simmer down or your body becoming a victim in his path of terror. it was the latter today. thatâs how you ended up where you are now. bent over in a dining room chair, no place to go, and no one to hear you scream. âbaby, no more.â, you pleaded, dragging out the 'baby' for mercy. your lover could care less. cameronâs hands gripped both arms of the chair, holding it still while he ravaged your body.
your back was arched, face pressing against the cold wood. tears and snot dried on your hot cheeks. he was right behind you, his tall frame surrounding your body. cameronâs pelvis just centimeters away, his dick digging into you in ways you never thought you possible. for the past hour, cameron switched between pounding you relentlessly and eating you out from behind. you were at your breaking point. your pussy throbbing, your knees trembling trying to keep still, you felt like youâve been in this position for hours. wet, creamy slick pooled onto the edge of the chair. you almost slipped, but cameron caught you just in time, âstay still. iâm finna cum.â
you groaned but still complied. âcam, youâre so fuckinâ deep, itâs too much.â, cameron laughed at your pathetic whines. he wouldnât verbally admit it, but a small part of cameron enjoyed seeing you like this. at his grace, under his dominant frame taking stroke after stroke until you collapse and cry. âyouâre so deep.â, he breathily mocked you. cameron pressed on the small of your back, slowly stroking deep into you. his hips angled down, hitting spots you never dreamt he could. he did this on purpose. those meticulous, but sharp strokes made your body crumble. another orgasm creeping inside you, your legs closing out of habit. tears threatened to fall again. afraid of cameron retaliating, you asked, âplease, daddy, can i cum?â cameron roughly tugged on your hair, you gasped in surprise.Â
his breath tickled your ear, âtell me âthank youâ when you cum on my dick.â a soft âyes daddyâ left your lips. cameron calmly picked up the pace, pulling on your shirt and hair to keep you in place while you unravel beneath him. your clit jumped at the steady, but harsh stimulation of his balls hitting it. you couldnât scream or cry, just broken chants of âoh my god, oh my god, oh my godâ. you nails dug into the expensive wood, tiny creaks filled the spacious condo. your pussy squelched around cameronâs dick. a harsh slap landed on your ass, âwhat did i say?â
âthank you, daddy, thank you! â, you cried. your body trembled under him, but he didnât stop. his hands returned to the arm chairs. the chair scratching against the floor from the brute force of cameronâs thrusts. you screamed, feeling slightly embarrassed, wondering if your neighbors heard you. the chair went from scooting ever so slightly to fully rocking. your body fell slack in the chair, the pleasure becoming unbearable at this point. âfuck, you boutta make me cum, baby.â, cameron groaned through gritted teeth. you begged for him to cum, to end this agonizing war of pleasure and pain.
a final, hard snap of his hips and he released inside you. your pussy achingly pulsated the longer he stayed inside of you. his chest pressed onto your back. both of your bodies respectively holding the other personâs up. you finally gathered your breath, âtruce?â he lowly chuckled upon your body, âtruce.âÂ
nigga talkin abt maddy walking around barefoot & having his four cocoa colored babies then used her as a human shield and tossed her flying?? acting just like his damn momma.