wheezyseeker99

[wheezyseeker99]

The lakes

Warnings: eventually there’s smut, some teasing, and unprotected sex (fm)

18+, MDNI

Summary: this one is for the Pride and Prejudice lovers and book lovers who also love Cam York (basically it’s for me but I edited to post for y’all, enjoy!)

“Why won’t you come out with me? All you’ve done today is watch pride and prejudice on a loop and read your book.”

My boyfriend Cam is currently whining from the kitchen with half a sandwich stuffed in his mouth. Little did he know that as much as I love going out on the water with him, I’d rather rot in the silence of our summer rental for a day. He never stops moving. He never settles down enough to let time pass by at a slower pace.

“You could join me, Cam. Nobody should be on the lake every day and night. You’re going to turn into a fish,” I say and push my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Or you’ll have enough bug bites to last a lifetime. And I’ll be here, comfy and in my happy place.”

Cam leans on the doorframe separating the living space from the kitchen. His hair is astray like he’s ran his fingers through it carelessly after taking his hat off. His shirt off and his shorts hanging loosely from his hips, showing off the freckles and redness that’s caused by the sun burning his pale skin. I catch the frown gracing his face as he chews the remainder of the sandwich, but he says nothing.

Eventually, he comes over and sprawls out on the couch next to me, laying his head on the pillow I’m propping my arm on in order to hold my book at a good angle.

I focus back on the book almost immediately. I’m not sure how long I’ve been engrossed in the pages until I hear Cam’s impression of Mr. Darcy ring in my ears, saying the iconic line “forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time”.

I don’t know whether to laugh at the lame British accent that comes out of my boyfriend’s pretty mouth at the randomest times or be turned on by the fact that he remembered any lines from this movie. Although it’s my favorite comfort movie, I didn’t think he paid that much attention to it when it’s on.

“Do you ever wish they boned in this movie like they do in Bridgerton?”

Never mind.

I burst out laughing and close my book before placing it on the coffee table along with my glasses. I blink a few times to adjust my eyes and turn to see his face. The smirk surrounded by his sun-kissed freckles tells me that he knows exactly what he did.

“Since when do you pay attention to any of it?” I quirk an eyebrow and run a finger along his unshaven jaw down to his exposed collarbone.

“Since you’re my girl and you enjoy it. You never answered the question by the way.”

I let out a sigh because that’s just how Cam is - considerate. Sometimes he’s blinded by his own ambitions, such as wanting to be on the lake every waking moment, but he knows I like this time for myself and didn’t want to push me to do things I don’t want to do.

When he joins me like this once in a blue moon, it’s nice to have him in my orbit. I take the opportunity to move to the ground next to the couch, right in front of his face.

“I think Mr. Darcy wouldn’t have been so wound up if pleasure was involved in his daily routine, but that’s not the point.” I allow my fingers to trail through his hair, moving the strands back into place. “I like it when you join me in my space.”

He takes my hand from his hair and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingertips and making me love every second.

“I like being in your space, but I’d like it more if you come up here and lay with me. Finish out the movie.”

Shuffling further back on the couch, Cam pulls me onto him without hesitation. I let out a small squeal but it’s covered by his lips meeting mine. I only get a chance to breathe when he allows it. Only when he brings his lips to my jaw and neck, down to my tank top covered chest. I breathe out heavily and swallow the moan building that threatened to come out.

“What’s your definition of finishing out the movie?”

“Letting it play in the background while I take advantage of your time,” Cam says nonchalantly while dragging his mouth across the peaks of my breasts over the fabric.

“I hope you know I’m not going to stop you.”

“Oh I know, baby.”

He speaks as if he knows my inner turmoil, and he probably does. I’m on my back with him hovering over me, slotting his body perfectly with mine. The same position we’ve been in a countless amount of times yet it never gets old. Cam pulls away only enough to skim over my body hungrily.

“God y/n, I can’t decide where to start.”

“We’ve got time but I’d rather you just touch me now. Anywhere preferably,” I reply, almost with a begging tone.

He reaches for the waistband of the pajama pants that I refused to take off earlier in the day, but instead he runs his hands over the exposed flesh of my waist due to the ridden up tank top. His fingertips left goosebumps in their wake, making sure to not allow me to forget how much his touch has an effect on me.

Cam’s lips come back into play, kissing up my shoulder to my ear. Close enough for me to feel his scruff and breathe him in. If breathing in oxygen was optional I’d choose to breathe him in for the rest of my life. He probably hasn’t sprayed any cologne on himself since our night out two days ago and yet here I am not wanting to let him move away.

Those pretty blue irises meet my hooded gaze and I nearly fall all over again. Cam isn’t just a brutally nice and most thoughtful man, he’s the most gorgeous I’ve ever laid my eyes on. The beautiful exterior doesn’t beat the gooey and sweet interior, but it is an added bonus.

He moves off of me, shucking off not only his shorts but also my pajama pants as soon as he stands. It’s only a mere few seconds until he’s plopped down with me manhandled onto his lap.

“I’ve decided,” he nips at my jaw before continuing, “you’re going to ride me.”

I don’t attempt to argue because that’s what I want. I want to feel his hands roam over me. I want to take him until I’m physically not able to anymore.

Without hesitation, I take Cam’s hardened cock into my hand and guide him inside me. I can’t keep my eyes open. My head falls to his shoulder, kissing any piece of freckled skin I can get to. Once I’ve fully sunk down onto him I feel his hands grip my hips and his hips slowly rock up into me.

“Fuck,” I whisper into his skin.

I let out a ragged breath when I move myself with Cam, meeting his thrusts with my own. It almost feels too erratic. Like I can’t control my movements. I’m rolling my hips so much that I’m shocked I haven’t fallen off of him. But his hands. His hands are making sure of that.

Skin on skin constantly keeping the connection between our bodies, making us one. Our mouths breathing out swears and meeting sweaty skin before eventually coming together searingly. He kisses me like the world might end before we reach our peaks.

Once I feel a hand move from my hip to my clit, my soul nearly jolted from my body. I pull my mouth from him and let out an uncontrollably loud moan against his neck.

“Too much Cam. Too full.”

His fingers don’t stop moving against my clit while he thrusts up into me. It’s like he’s going on overdrive and he can’t stop. I don’t want him to stop either. Feeling myself clench around him only heightens the pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you,” he grunts, still applying pressure to my clit.

My heart skips a beat and my stomach tenses. I tremble against him, surrendering my body to him and his hold tightens all around me. I fall further into him - if that’s even possible - as his warmth spills into me.

I feel like I’m bursting into flames. Like I’m a billion fireworks that go off every time Cam’s body works against mine through our peaks.

When I come back alive I feel his lips still on my skin. He slowly coaxes me back to reality. I faintly hear pride and prejudice still on in the background, but my mind isn’t coherent enough to make out the words.

“It’s one of your favorite parts, y/n,” he whispers against my skin before clearing his throat, switching his accent back to his British impression. “How could I ever make amends for such behavior?”

I laugh and sit back just enough to look him in the eyes. This isn’t just a man that fucked me into oblivion. This is my man. My man that can make me laugh by just quoting a line with a silly accent.

“You’ve bewitched me, body and soul. And I love you,” he speaks but doesn’t stutter the line like it’s intended.

I kiss him in reply.

Nothing else to be said.

Just love.

[wheezyseeker99]

Another one of the lore drops hitting tumblr

Quittin' Time

Summary: You and your boyfriend Cam go to a Zach Bryan concert.

Author's note: This is just a fluff filled mess. I also wrote this a long time ago so rip. Thank you all for the love on the first Cam piece. I don't want to become known as the Cam girl but I'm happy to feed the masses. Contains: Swearing, alcohol use, use of Y/N, established relationship, dancing in the rain, fluff.

Photos from Pinterest. Divider from @uzmacchiato

Philadelphia had been hot for weeks now, average temperature a sweltering ninety degrees during the day. So hauling herself over to Lincoln Financial at five pm had not been Y/N’s happiest moment. But for Cam she would do it. Even if it was for an artist she hadn’t heard a single note from before her roommate started feeling homesick for Tennessee and decided listening to country music was going to help relieve it. It had been one of the things that Cam and Alice had in common, and something they had bonded over when he and Y/N had started going out. 

Y/N had bandwagoned on to the Zach Bryan train to the happiness of the two red heads. So now when Alice played the music while cooking in the kitchen she didn’t complain, or when Cam stole the bluetooth in the car. 

On a chillier day in Philadelphia, closer to the beginning of the year, Y/N had been at work, on her lunch break, when she got an email notification from Ticketmaster. She had believed it was the company sending her another email about buying Flyer’s tickets, not knowing of course that she no longer had to buy her own tickets; she had free access to any home game she wanted to now. But when she had seen the words ‘Cam York sent you 1 Zach Bryan Quittin’ Time Tour ticket.’ she immediately tapped the notification. 

The email told her the same information the subject line had just in longer words, with a link to accept the tickets. Tickets to a concert she had no idea about or knew if she would even want to go to. She had gone to her and Cam’s messages right after texting a screenshot and three question marks to her boyfriend to get an answer. 

‘I scored tix :)’ was his only answer. 

‘I can see that. Why did you send me one?’ 

‘because youre coming with me?’ 

‘Since when?’ 

‘ummm since I bought the ticket.’ 

Y/N had rolled her eyes in fake agitation but let it go, accepting the tickets from him in the end. 

Now that she was here in ripped bootcut jeans and a cream high neck cropped tank top she was beginning to feel the nerves setting in. She checked once more that the cowboy boots gifted to her by her father remained unscuffed and that her jeans had not somehow found their way into said boots. 

The opening act had just ended, the people really beginning to pile into the stadium now, and Y/N was starting to get a little more nervous, not liking the giant crowd too much. But before she could fall too far into her own head she heard a voice call out. 

“Here!” It was hard to hear him even with his yelling as he walked over towards her, a plastic cup of beer in one large hand, a cup of another amber liquid in the other. 

“What is that?” Y/N yelled over the noise, fingers brushing over his cold ones as she took the cup from him. 

“Old fashioned.” He answered easily drinking from his beer. 

“How the hell did you get an old fashioned in a stadium?” Y/N looked in the  plastic skeptically. 

“It’s from a can, don’t get your hopes up.” He joked, “I just asked the lady for a cup of ice when I bought mine.” 

Y/N smiled and took a sip. Yep, it tasted like shit. But she’d drink it because Cam went through the trouble of getting it. It was so like him to somehow find a drink she didn’t know existed in a can and fancy it up to give to her. He could have said ‘fuck it’ and just gotten her a seltzer, or worse, given her the old fashioned in a gross warm can, but instead he got a cup and ice, presumably poured some of the ice out to leave the perfect amount for her drink, and put it together himself, in a packed sold out stadium no less. Where and how he did it she was not about to dwell on, she was going to enjoy this gross whiskey drink that was already starting to drip onto the ground, and have a good time with her man. 

God there was never going to be any denying she was from Tennessee.

Cam looked proud of himself as he turned a bit to the left where Katie and Tyson stood, yelling into each other’s ears to be heard, as Y/N could only assume was for Katie to be thanking Tyson herself for her overpriced Truly. 

Katie, as always, looked stunning, skin tanned and hair curled, Tyson matching in an easy uncomplicated way. Jamie was off somewhere doing only god knew what until the show started, and Y/N was only slightly worried about if he’d be able to find his way back to the group or not. But Cam kept stealing her attention as usual. 

His red curls were covered, as they usually were, but instead of one of those dumb baseball hats he had stashed literally all over his apartment, and now her’s too, he had a wide brimmed straw braided cowboy hat flattening them. He had cut them finally, too many chirps he claimed, and Y/N had nearly cried, missing his stupid little wings. This hat wasn’t new, he’d had it before they had even gotten together, the hat Jamie had tucked onto his head too, they’d both previously worn them to events together. Y/N had tried to get him on multiple occasions to pick up a new one while he was in Nashville for games, something a bit better quality and nicer looking, but he had yet to do it, keeping this one with its bent up brim instead. 

‘Yankees,’ she would shake her head. 

It went a little too well, though, with his dulled red and white plaid button up, the arms rolled up his elbows, powerful forearms naturally flexing as he moved. The button up opened to a plain white T-shirt stretched tight over his chest and shoulders; she didn’t even want to think about what his biceps looked like underneath that button up, she was around too many people for that. She had been able to talk him into blue jeans and a pair of cowboy boots he actually had bought while in Nashville for a game, so from below the waist line the two basically matched.

A few minutes before the show was set to start Jamie wiggled his way through the crowd, a smile on his face and a truly in his hand. He tipped his hat jokingly to Katie and Y/N who had unknowingly gravitated towards one another since the boys had began yelling about some random topic to one another as the crowd had gotten louder. Y/N pulled his set of earplugs from her bag and shoved them into his hands, apparently making sure professional hockey players didn’t loose their hearing abilities was her job now. Jamie took them with a little pout, stuffing them into his ears and the music somehow started to get louder, meaning the show was just about to start. 

Ok Y/N had to give it to the guy, he was good. She had already laughed, cried, and screamed more than once during this show only about half an hour in. She made sure she had gotten the entirety of the three in a row hit of Alice’s favorites, seeing as the girl had somehow found herself in New Jersey and not in this stadium. She’d send them to the redhead after the show was over, letting the girl cry over them on her hour and a half drive back from Jersey City. 

She was singing her heart out to ‘Deep Satin’ vibing along with the final verse when she had looked at Cam out of the corner of her eye. He was grinning wide, a soft look in his blue eyes, but he wasn’t looking at the stage anymore. His eyes were trained on her, she could see the adoration in his eyes. She turned her head to him with a questioning look, but he only shook his head, slipping the hat off his head, lips slipping into a crooked grin as he placed the warm material on her hair, patting it down slightly. She smiled back at him tipping the hat in his direction with her thumb and forefinger as the song came to an end. 

The opening notes of ‘Dawn’ brought with it the beginnings of rain, the first drops hitting her shoulders before she felt the gust of cool wind. The rain was needed, the city hadn’t seen a drop of it in nearly two weeks. Y/N thought it fitting given the story of the song playing. 

Their small group danced along with each other in the light rain, Y/N thankful then for Cam’s hat and the bit more time she’d have without frizzy or wet hair. Y/N and Katie deafened each other screaming Maggie Rogers’s bridge, holding on to each other’s shoulders as they swayed together, the boys watching the two of them fondly. 

As the song faded away flowing into the beginning of ‘I Remember Everything’ the rain began to pick up. Y/N was thankful for waterproof mascara as the rain began running on her face, even through the hat on her head. She looked over to Cam with a laugh. His hair was soaked, flattening to his head, white T-shirt now clinging to the muscles of his abdomen, the now see through clearly showing the lines of his torso and chest. He smiled fondly at her, reaching for her hand and bringing her in close. As uncomfortable as her rain soaked clothing was his warm body against her’s made it all worth it. She couldn’t really notice the wetness of his body due to her own but she wrapped her arms around his waist anyway and leaned into him as they swayed to their song. 

‘I Remember Everything’ had been the first Zach Bryan song Y/N requested to play in his car after she started listening to him, and every since then the song seemed to follow them wherever they went. It played on shuffle in the car when riding around the city, on Alice’s radio from her room while Cam and Y/N cooked together in the kitchen, it even played softly in the diner Y/N always took Cam to after a loss to cheer him up. It wasn’t lost on them the depressing nature of the breakup song. But the pining message of the song still resonated with the two of them, choosing to forget its somber message and feel the song instead of analyzing. 

She sees the people around them reveling in the cold water as it falls around them like falling crystals. The droplets reflect the red and orange lights shining through the stadium, the air like sequins. Some of the people are dancing in the rain, swinging arm in arm with their loved ones, their wet skin glistening.

“Dance with me.” His rich voice said in her ear, a kiss placed against her head to seal the deal as he pulled her away from him and took her hands. Y/N let him take the lead gripping his hands in her smaller ones, twining their fingers together like a puzzle piece slotting into place, holding tight to not loose him in the rain. 

As Kacey’s part began to fill in the stadium Cam began to sway the two of them in a small circle, bringing one set of their interlocked hands to his mouth to press his lips to before holding them close to his chest, right on top of where his heart beat steady and strong. She could feel it beneath her hand like she felt it beneath her cheek when she slept on him at night. Y/N leaned her head onto his chest letting him sway them along, trusting him not to knock them into the other people around them. Her cheek stuck to his wet shirt like a second skin, his warmth causing goosebumps to rise on her arms and neck but she paid it no mind. 

Unable to stop herself Y/N found herself singing along softly to the song, remembering all of the times the two of them had been in this same position in one of their apartments, this song playing softly from another room, swaying together in the kitchen, Cam’s off-key melody clashing with Y/N’s on-key one. She knew he couldn’t hear her, the crowd was screaming too loudly to hear anything over them, but she kept going. 

With her mind calm and chest full of warmth, she had never felt so at home as she did when she was with him. No matter where they were. Even when she had been in California with him, a place she had only ever really tolerated during layovers between flights, she had still felt that comforting homey feeling. He felt like sitting next to a warm fire on a winter evening when she was with him, or cuddling with her dog when she’s feeling sad. Anaheim would never truly be her home, no matter how nice his family was and how much she loved them, but with Cam? She thinks California might not be that bad as long as she’s with him. 

She looked up at him as the song’s final chorus started, butterflies filling her belly at the sight of the red and orange lights softening his full features. The feeling hits her hard then. 

She loves him. 

She’s known that fact for a while. She knew he was the one before they even officially were together, their dating stage showing her how much she would come to love and depend on him. But it sinks in for her again, under these lights, surrounded by all these people, and yet his attention is solely on her. 

She leans up first, moving up on to her toes to reach him, he catches on quick, leaning down and tilting his head, missing the brim of his hat by centimeters to meet her mouth with his. 

The kiss is wet but warm. It’s rain soaked and passionate, one of her hands sink into his hair and the other goes to his cheek, holding it. His own go to the back of her neck and to paw at her waist, pushing up the wet shirt to touch the soft skin underneath and grip tightly. 

The song comes to a close and the two pull apart, Cam leaning his head onto Y/N’s forehead, dripping water onto her face and she laughs. 

She can barely hear Zach Bryan on stage making a joke about the rain before the lights begin to dim and a set change starts; she’s too wrapped up in this moment with Cam, her hand still sitting on the back of his head but the other now matching his sitting on the back of his neck. She softly moves the two of them side to side grinning up at him. 

“Thank you, for tonight, every night.” She tells him. 

“What’d I do?” He asked genuinely confused. 

“You make me happy that’s all.” She pushed his hair back from his forehead. 

He smiled back at her and leaned down to peck his lips to hers. 

Y/N pulled the sopping wet hat from her head and slipped it back on to his wet hair, “Here you go cowboy.” 

He did as she had before, tipping the hat to her, “Thank you Kindly Ma’am.” He said with a fake southern accent.

Y/N laughed, pushing herself back into his chest as the rain came to a stop, leaving the world around them at peace.

[wheezyseeker99]

Nonsense

Warnings: swearing, teasing, oral fixation (needs wants and cravings), slight name calling, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v

18+, MDNI

A/N: I’m back to celebrate Cam’s extension and I’ve been given the most motivation to finish this one after months. Once again, feel free to leave me requests, comments, and/or concerns and enjoy the content! Hopefully I can do more of this but y’all know a girl is busy these days.

Summary: Oral fixation goes from innocent to innapropriate in a span of a day and f!reader is tired of Cam being too nice about it.

All day I’ve been in one of those moods where all I need is something in my mouth. The sensation of chewing soothes the scratch in my brain that I just needed to itch. I’ve went through nearly a whole pack of gum before my boyfriend, Cam, even realizes it but he doesn’t say anything besides, “I have another pack of gum in our bedroom if you want it.”

The thing about Cam is that he’s super respectful to me and he provides me with the things I need. I never ask him for anything, yet he’s always observing me and quietly spending his time making sure I’m spoiled by him.

Ever since Cam noticed my oral fixation urges I’ve been given gum before, during, and after we went on our daily walk. Not only that, but he also kept giving me glasses of water with a straw to chew on as we watched the latest episode of my favorite cooking show along with a medium sized bowl of fruit that he said he wanted to share but didn’t take a bite of it.

He watched me the entire time as I constantly moved my mouth. I let him too. He laid his head on my lap and stared up at me. I chewed the fruit while my other hand stroked through his soft ginger hair.

It for frustrating after a while, knowing he was watching my oral fixation take over. It me makes me wish he would stop being so respectful towards me.

That’s when it clicked.

The only thing that’s going to cure this is getting my mouth to tire out.

Typically when I’m in these moods, once I get some sleep I’ll wake up and it’s over, but that’s without my boyfriend’s pretty eyes looking at me like this for hours.

I take a quick glance down at his short clad lower half and lo and behold, I see the outline of the cock I instantly want to put in my mouth. I can feel the blush creep onto my cheeks. Nothing can stop the ideas from coming into my mind. Those kind of thoughts.

Finally I put the half empty bowl down on the coffee table and lay down to cuddle into his side. I lift my head to see him still looking at me.

“Are you ever going to stop staring?”

The side of his mouth kicks up, smirking down at me, “Never. You’re in one of your moods today and I’m trying to figure out how to take care of it.”

“Nothing to figure out. I’m handling it Cam,” I say and tap his nose, which he hates and I get an eye roll in return. “I think it’s time to make dinner. Don’t you agree?”

He hums and keeps his gaze on me as I stand up to move towards the kitchen. Cam follows not far behind me. I start to pull out the ingredients, but I can tell that he’s keeping me as close as possible without actually touching me.

Making dinner with Cam is one of my favorite things to do in his off-season and he never says no to spending time with me in the kitchen. It’s a normal in our abnormal life schedule.

But after a few minutes of cooking, the way he slides behind me at the stove makes my thoughts and urges go through the roof. My back is pressed to his front and his hand is on my hip rubbing slow circles. I take the spoon out of the sauce and bring it up to my lips to taste it before he speaks.

“Do you need me to use my knife skills anymore tonight or am I finished baby?”

“You’re done Cameron. Do you want a taste?”

I twist my neck to look at him and he nods. The way Cam licks his lips sends my mind into another reeling session.

I almost want to stomp my foot and throw a tantrum, but that wouldn’t end my urge to take his body for my own selfish use. I guide the spoon to his mouth and stare as his lips wrap around it.

“Tastes perfect y/n,” he says with a smile and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. With a whine I drop the spoon back in the pot and reach my hand up to run through his hair, pulling his mouth to mine for a real, long kiss.

Yep. This is going to be a long, long dinner.

…

Eating dinner across from Cam only made everything worse.

Our short lived makeout only made me want to end my misery. Once we finished our meal, I wanted nothing more than to go to bed to stop the oral fixation desire from taking me over.

I rushed to the bathroom to get ready for bed while Cam loaded the dishwasher. It wasn’t long until he walked into the bathroom to me spitting out my toothpaste. I had already changed into my silky pj set and brushed out my hair, so close to getting out of here and into bed.

But now I’m trapped against the sink with Cam’s hands slowly moving up my sides. I catch the look he’s giving me in the large mirror in front of us.

I’m probably giving him the same look but I’m looking at the way his hands move on my body.

“What’s got you so worked up y/n?” he teases. “You look like you want something but you won’t ask for it.”

All I do is breathe and watch us in the mirror. I watch his hands sliding everywhere, taking all the ground I’ve been desperately wanting him to cover for so damn long. Then my hands cover his, moving as he moves. I raptly follow the trail his touch blazes over my body. Hips. Stomach. Thighs.

I take a deep breath and bite the inside of my cheek before I look up and meet his eyes that are full of awe. He looks at me like I’m the most precious and fragile thing he’s ever held.

“You’re so safe. You respect me too much, and trust me, I love that you do but,” I trail off and attempt to look away from his gaze, “I really want you to be unhinged for me… disrespect me. Just for a bit. My mouth wants you to ruin it, but if I can’t get that then I’m going to bed.”

His lips drag over the shell of my ear and I shiver.

“I see how it is. You want me to take care of that pretty mouth like the cock loving slut you are?”

His teeth sink into the skin right below my ear and I’m at a loss of words. When I don’t respond with anything besides a whimper, he pulls his face from my neck while giving me a quirked eyebrow.

He lifts my chin with one of his calloused fingers. All of the will power I have to take this slow is starting to fade.

“Yes.”

Cam spins me to face him and in the process he presses down on my shoulders, guiding me to kneel in front of him.

“Good. Now suck me like you’ve wanted to all afternoon.”

I peer up at him, biting my lip before I reach for the waistband of his shorts very impatiently. He groans when his cock springs free and I wrap my fist around the base, bringing it to my mouth without hesitation. My tongue swirls around the head before I hollow my cheeks and take more of him.

Cam grips the back of my head but I’m too eager on my own to fill my needs. I drag my mouth up and down his length with my hand taking what doesn’t fit.

“Is this what you needed y/n?”

I hum around him and take it a step further, dragging my free hand to his balls to squeeze gently.

“Fuck y/n.”

His head tips back and he closes his eyes as his hips thrust into my greedy mouth. I take it all.

“Too good,” Cam groans softly. “Baby if you don’t stop I’m going to-“

I brace my hands against his toned thighs, never stopping my assault. I can feel how wet my underwear is when my nails dig into the tattoos on his thigh. Soaked through by only taking him in my mouth.

“Oh that’s what you want? Of course you do,” Cam mutters under his breath. He takes my head and holds it still while he fucks into my mouth.

My gaze remains on him, holding on for dear life before he spills down my throat. I don’t look away and I don’t pull back until I swallow everything he gives to me, then I pull back and lick my lips.

Cam is still trying to catch his breath as I give his thighs small kisses where my nails bit into him. He reaches for me, pulling me to my feet before taking my mouth with his in a hard and frenzied kiss.

I’m spun around and my front is pressed into the counter before I can register what’s going on. I look up to the mirror as Cam pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. The chain around his neck falls perfectly against his clavicle. His wild copper locks are in every direction, but it only makes him hotter. It only makes my desires worsen.

“Look at you,” Cam breathes as our eyes meet in the mirror for a split moment.

He drags his fingers through my hair and down my back to my waistband.

“Freshly fucked mouth and a wet spot on your silky pjs,” he brings his mouth to the strap on my shoulder to drag it down with his teeth, “your nipples poking through your shirt. Tell me baby, do you think you need much prep?”

“No.”

My voice is hoarse and I can hear his dark chuckle. Cam tugs the clothing from my bottom half, exposing my wetness to him. He drags his fingers through my slit. My legs shake with anticipation as he slides a single digit into me.

“I think you’re right, you can take more than this. Take it like a good girl.”

I close my eyes when I feel another finger enter me. I rock back into them but they don’t stay for long. Cam pulls them out and shoves his fingers to my mouth. I look up to see his expression in the mirror while I suck them, and read his facial features showing pure joy.

“You suck them while I fuck you,” he states with a demanding tone. “And I want to see that pretty mouth on my body once I’ve fucked you thoroughly.”

I hum around Cam’s fingers but it turns into a whimper as he enters me from behind. He holds nothing back, burying himself inside me and taking what’s his.

One hand runs up the column of my spine before it pulls my hair into his fist while the other hand is held hostage in filling my mouth. I feel myself clenching around him as I near my end quicker than anticipated.

“Look at me while you come apart my pretty little slut.”

Cam’s hips slap against me and I push back into him, chasing my come apart. He picks up the pace and removes the fingers from my mouth, allowing me to chant his name.

My eyes meet his in the mirror and I shatter. I surrender to the feeling of him pumping into me.

I don’t have a cohesive thought when Cam goes to his knees behind me and licks our releases from my core.

Several moments pass as I try to catch my breath. Cam takes my body in his hands and lifts me to take us to our bedroom.

He lays me on my back, guiding his body between my open thighs. My mouth finds the skin of his neck and my hands go to his hair, craving more of him. I feel live a starved cave woman that can’t get enough now that I’ve had a little.

“Baby take a breath,” Cam murmurs. I instantly melt into the mattress, but my mouth doesn’t stop moving against his skin. I reach his chest before I feel the rumble of his laugh.

“That greedy mouth isn’t satisfied yet?”

I pull my lips from his skin for a glorified second, “Nope.”

Cam barks out another laugh and attempts to sit back far enough to take my mouth away from him for a moment, but I take his chain between my teeth so he doesn’t get far.

“Fuck, I love it when you’re feral.”

His hands come to my hips as he flips himself onto his back with me above him. I let go of his chain and bring my head to nuzzle into his neck. My hands roam down his toned chest and stomach, taking in his naked form more than I could in the bathroom.

“Cam?” I start as my lips continue to move up the column of his throat. “I need to mark your fucking body so bad. Can I please?”

“Pretty sure you already have,” he sighs contently. “Keep going until your mouth gets tired. Take as long as you need.”

“You’re going to regret that later,” I smirk and get to work.

Little did I know, my fixation would last until the sun came up, when I finally tired out. And Cam allowed it to happen.

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Bestie really edited the lore she made for me and posted it 👀

I Don't Gotta Tell Him; I Think He Knows

Summary: You never thought your 'When Harry met Sally' moment would be with a famous hockey player. You meet Cam when you get caught in the rain only to find out he's a Hockey player at a Flyers game. You have a plan on how to make him yours but he may already know. Inspired by 'I Think He Knows' by Taylor Swift.

Author's Note: I wrote this for a friend and repurposed it to flex my writing muscles. I'm not a Cam girly but I've written a lot for him because of my friend so... expect more. Also I wrote this before we knew that Jamie had a GF and I still don't know Tara's day job so I gave her a tiny back story here to fit the character I made up prior. Oops.

Warnings: Language, use of Y/N, mentions of Morgan Frost (I miss you bud), written in 3rd person Photos from Pinterest. Dividers by @uzmacchiato

Y/N never thought her ‘When Harry Met Sally’ moment would be in the rain. 

She had hoped to be wearing a nice dress, maybe even heels, not sweatpants, a cropped tank top, and a cardigan. Maybe they would meet at a fancy dinner, or on a night out with friends, hell, even a PTA meeting would do, anything but the present; soaked to the bone, shivering, with a harness leash wrapped around her wrist under the awning of a bus stop on the east side of Philly. 

Alas, here she was on what was supposed to be a sunny Saturday morning in the park with her dog, Bella, going on a nice walk. Since moving to the big city, she liked taking the forty-pound red heeler to the park five minutes from her shared townhouse to get not only her own steps in, but also her hyper dog’s energy out. But the weather channel lied, and halfway through her walk, the sky had bottomed out, leaving her hair stringy and her dog smelly. 

The only upside to this was the tall red head standing next to her under the bus stop. 

He had obviously been on a run, wearing a white athletic t-shirt and black Nike pants, headphones in his ears as he had dashed under the cover of the glass awning. The black baseball cap was the only reason his red hair hadn’t been totally ruined by the rain, but the shirt and pants most definitely were. Y/N was having a hard time keeping her eyes to the front and not on the way the man’s shirt had become see-through from the water. 

Bella pulled forward on her harness, fidgety from being in one place too long outside. She gave a bark out to the rain. Somehow, she hadn’t gone ballistic on the man standing next to them. Normally, any new face would be subject to the dog screaming at them for at least five minutes, if not for the whole visit. But this guy was getting off easy, as if Bella was just as interested in him as her mother was. 

“Cute dog.” The voice was softer, not as deep as Y/N would have thought it would be. 

She turned her head to him, “Oh, yeah, she’s… a lot.” 

Shit.  

She was being awkward. She wanted to pull out her phone, scroll on Instagram, or text her roommate with an SOS text, anything to get out some of this nervous energy, but Bella pulled again, trying hard to go out into the pouring rain. 

“No, Bella.” 

“A handful I see.” The guy smiled widely at her, stepping over a bit to look at Bella. The dog just turned her head to look at him with her big puppy eyes, ‘save me’ they seemed to say. He leaned down and stuck a hand down to let her sniff, and Y/N watched in awe. However, she felt her jaw give out when Bella sniffed the man’s hand and then began licking it, turning her whole body to face him, tail wagging. 

Y/N felt her heart beat pick up like a hummingbird’s wings in her chest as the man let out a laugh. 

“Ah you’re not that bad are you. Nah you’re a good,” he looked up at her, “girl?” 

“Yeah, Bella.” 

He gave a short, breathy laugh, “Yeah, caught that.” 

Her face heated up, and she picked a bit at her sweater with a grin. He stood back up with a sigh, and Bella whined at the loss of pets. 

“I’m Cam by the way.” 

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” 

“It sucks about the weather,” he continued, “it was such a pretty morning.” 

Y/N blew out a frustrated breath, “Yeah, well, the weather hates us all, I guess.” Cam just laughed. 

Bella butted her nose into Cam’s leg. “Come on now, let me give your mom some attention too, yeah?” 

“Sorry about her, I can pull her off-“ 

“No no its fine. I don’t mind. Just hate that I’m not getting to know you a little better with such a cute distraction here.” He ended his sentence with a cutesy voice obviously saved for pets and babies, getting down to Bella’s level to scratch at her head, which the dog ate up. 

Y/N didn’t know if her face could get any hotter than what it already was, and she just hoped the man didn’t find it too weird, because there was absolutely no way to hide it. 

“Oh, I think the rain’s letting up.” Y/N looked out onto the wet streets and noticed that the rain had finally slowed down to a faint drizzle. 

“Sorry to cut this short, but I, uh, have a thing to do in about an hour.” Cam stood up and gave Y/N a look she couldn’t decipher. 

“Oh yeah of course.” He flashed her a grin and a wave to Bella before jogging off, his footsteps leaving splashes in the rain that she wished she could follow. 

“I’m back,” Y/N called as she walked into the townhouse in downtown Philly. She kicked off her wet shoes and bemoaned the state of her soaking wet socks. 

“Oh, you poor thing! You’re all wet, let me grab you a towel.” Y/N’s roommate, Alice, called from the living room. She heard Alice’s footsteps as she ran back and forth from the bathroom to the front door. 

She slid on her own sock-clad feet, and as Y/N reached for the towel in her hand, a thank you on her lips, Alice sank to her knees and began towel drying Bella off. 

“You poor wet baby, you got all rained on. Your mom and I will have to take the hairdryer to you, won’t we?”

“Hey! What about me? The bestie?” Y/N gestured to her own water logged clothes. 

“The bestie has two legs and hands with opposable thumbs; she’ll be fine.” Alice said before going back to doting on Bella, who, once again, was eating up the attention, waiting for her moment to begin jumping on top of Alice to play ball. 

Y/N grumbled as she squished her way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel for herself and ripping off the wet socks.

“By the way. Tara called me today and asked if we’d be willing to go to the Flyers game with her tomorrow night.” Alice leaned on the bathroom doorframe, messing with her bangs as she looked in the mirror. 

“Flyers? Hockey?” 

“Yeah, Jamie’s playing and she said she doesn’t really know the other girls yet, wants me to go with her and keep her company. You need to get out of the house, and I know you like football, so…” Y/N stopped brushing through her wet hair to look at Alice in the mirror. 

“But what if I want to just sit in bed and rot all day?” 

“You can! The game isn’t until 7, and I mean there is the party after, but it’ll be ok!” 

“A party?!” Y/N turned to Alice then, who was looking off to the side with a guilty smile on her face. 

“Yeah… did I not mention that?” 

“No, you did not. Since when do you like parties?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms. 

“Since never, but Tara really wants me to go, and I won’t feel comfortable if you’re not there, and I don’t want to not go because Tara feels like some of the other girls hate her and-“ 

“Why the hell would the other girls hate Tara? She’s sweet.” Y/N had only met Tara a handful of times, but she had liked her from day one.

Alice and Tara had met and hit it off like crazy, working together at Alice’s first job after moving to Philadelphia. She hadn’t gotten her big girl museum gig yet, but Y/N had managed to find a job as a second-grade teacher rather easily, so to pay her part of the bills, Alice picked up a part-time retail job while she job-hunted around the area. Tara had been the one to help train Alice, and the rest was history. Until Alice got her big girl job and Tara found her big time influencing gig and the two both left that shit hole of a job. 

Alice rolled her eyes, “They can’t, she just thinks they do, and is paranoid. But if we go, I’ll have someone there to keep me company when she finally sees that they do not, in fact, hate her, and they all become wag friends.” 

“And what do I get out of this?” Y/N smirked a little bit, knowing she would go but wanting to see Alice squirm a bit. 

“Girl’s night with free food and drinks?” 

“Deal.” 

This is how Y/N found herself sitting in a section of seats closer to the ice than she ever thought she would be. 

She had only ever been to one singular Nashville Predators game when she lived in Tennessee, and hadn’t really had the time to see a Flyers game since moving to the city. Alice had been dragged to a couple with Tara, but they had been during the week when Y/N couldn’t go.

So here she was now, a woman, sitting a few rows up from the players' bench and watching as the lights went down, an orange glow filling up the space, and the intro started. 

Y/N was intrigued by the whole thing really watching as it went through people and names she had never seen before, a Nick, Tyson, and some guy with the nickname Frosty according to Tara, but when she saw a familiar face pop up on the screen her heart skipped a beat like she was jogging down 16th avenue. 

He looked so boyishly handsome on the screen, even with such a stoic look on his face. His hair curling up and out of the back of his helmet, blue eyes shining like sapphires through the 4k camera lens. He looked so stern up there, but she just couldn’t unsee the childlike gleam in his eyes as he had been petting her dog the day before. 

When the game started, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the number 8 jersey. Watching as he skated along the ice like he had been born on it, as he shoved a guy in a red, white, and blue jersey into the wall and then smirked about it later.

He kept to the puck like a dog to a bone, batting away any opposing player like it was a threat to the lives of everyone around them. But she started planning her strategy to win his heart when she saw his fist fly after some guy (According to Alice, his name was something Fox) went after Bobby (Name courtesy of Tara) after he blocked a goal. 

According to Tara, the 4-2 win against New York was a huge victory for the group. “No one likes the Rags,” Alice said, pulling Y/N by her hand through the crowds towards her car.

Tara had given the girls the address of where to meet and bid them goodbye to go congratulate Jamie, leaving them to fend for themselves in the waves of orange and black filing out of the Wells Fargo Center. 

“If you drink more than me, I’m letting Bella sleep in my room tonight.” Alice threatened as they piled into her car.

Y/N knew the girl was lying, Bella would end up licking her face in the middle of the night like she had before, and Alice wouldn’t want that. So all she gave was a knowing laugh.

The music was quieter than Y/N had thought it would be at an afterparty for a win against a rival team. Some Kendrick Lamar song was playing over the loudspeakers, and she took another long sip of her drink to try and drown it out. 

“Jamie says you look like you’re sulking.” Tara’s head of brown hair bounced as she seemed to skip over to her. 

“Sulking? Me? Never.” 

“Come on, he wants to introduce you and Alice to a few of the guys.” Tara held out her hand for Y/N to take, and she did so with a slight hesitation, dropping her now-empty glass on the table.

Tara pulled her along to a small group of men over by the wall. Alice was already there, standing awkwardly by Jamie and his hat-covered dark hair.  She was looking a bit confused, a tight smile on her lips, she looked around and visibly deflated in relief when she noticed Y/N and Tara. Alice pulled Y/N into the circle as soon as she got close enough. 

“There she is! Guys, this is my best friend Y/N.” Alice introduced. 

Y/N took the time to look around at the small group gathered. She already knew Jamie Drysdale; Tara had brought him around once or twice. Another man in the group was large with a baby face, he introduced himself as Tyson, another Bobby, smaller than the others but with a bright smile, and lastly… him. 

Cam York. 

The Harry to her Sally, or maybe something a bit more stable than that. He was standing tall in a tight-fitting black t-shirt that Y/N couldn’t help but notice was hugging his biceps a little too tightly for her comfort, and black jeans that ended just above his white sneakers. And yes, Y/N had to tear her eyes from his thighs before anyone caught her staring, no shame in that. 

“Hey, you’re the dog mom!” Cam said with a grin. He looked cocky but not mocking. 

Y/N smiled back, “Yeah, good to see you.” 

“Oh so you guys have met?” Tyson’s grin was a knowing one. 

“Just yesterday on my run, both got caught in the rain. How’s Bella?” Y/N was caught off guard by his memory of her dog’s name. 

“She’s good, a crackhead, but good.” Cam laughed at this. 

Y/N felt a jab at her side and looked over to see Alice’s Cheshire grin, now she looked mocking. Y/N gave her a look back that said ‘Keep your damn mouth shut.’ Alice only smirked, bringing her straw to her mouth. 

“You want something to drink?” Cam nodded her way, and Y/N nodded in response, “Come on, I’ll get you something.” He took a couple of steps towards the bars, turning his head to make sure she was following him; when he knew she was, he smiled, a real one, she could tell. 

She pulled herself up onto a barstool and felt Cam as he leaned his large body next to hers against the bar. He was so tall he didn’t need to sit to be comfortable; he could lean just fine on the bar top. 

“What are you thinking? Mojito? Mai Tai?” He looked at her pushing around the beer glass in front of him with twitching fingers. 

“Whiskey Sour, actually.” 

“Oh she’s a whiskey girl?” He grinned. 

“You know it.” She responded. 

He flagged down the bartender, giving Y/N a show of his large biceps up close and personal. “Yeah, I’ll take another Busch Light and my girl here will take a Whiskey Sour.” He said the last part so casually that Y/N had to do a double-take. And then her face began burning.

She both wished that Alice was with her in that moment and also wished for the other redhead to stay as far away as possible. Wished that she was there so that she could have her best friend there to give facial reactions to, but also wanted her nowhere near so that she could have this man and his attention all to herself. Even if she knew that her best friend’s type and her own were almost polar opposites of each other. 

But the words ‘my girl’ sounded a little too good coming from this man’s mouth for her not to want to squeal and kick her feet. Maybe her plan wouldn’t be too hard to go through with after all. 

“So, first a dog owner and now a whiskey drinker. Anything else shocking I should know about?” Cam asked, turning his body to face her. His words had been a bit on the flirty side, but his face showed a genuine interest. 

“I know basically nothing about hockey.” That sentence really caught his attention. 

“Are you kidding? But- You just- You were just at a hockey game. Y/N, you have to be kidding me.” He leaned in closer, any closer, and she would be able to feel his breath on her cheeks. 

“Nope, I went to one game back home, but that’s about it, my family are more football people.” She leaned on the bar top in front of her, head in her hand, as she faced Cam. 

The red head just shook his head, his curls swinging a bit with the movement. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to change that, aren’t we.” It wasn’t a question. 

Y/N smiled at him, “I guess we will.” 

“Here you go.” The bartender interrupted and slid over two glasses of golden liquid their way. Cam took them both and slid one her way, his own already in his hand. 

Y/N watched as she picked up her own drink, as Cam’s hand gripped the glass in front of him. His long fingers reached around the whole thing to meet up with his thumb, exaggerating the large size of his hands. He brought the drink up to his mouth, and her mind went blank as the cold glass dripped water from its side and on to his throat. She watched the crystal bead make its way down his stubbled neck and down to the neck of his shirt, where it then disappeared, but Y/N’s mind filled in the blanks as it fell farther and farther down his chest…

Y/N coughed and took a sip of her own drink, looking away to chase the thoughts from her mind. This was not the time or place to be having these thoughts. She barely knew this man, but God did she want to. She could already see past the cocky attitude he tried to put on for her and those around him. His sweet demeanor with her dog had shown her everything that she needed to know about him. 

He brought the glass down to the counter and brought up the front of his shirt to wipe his face and neck. 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Cam said after clearing his throat. 

“Please do.” Y/N said messing with her hair. 

“I know you’re too good to wait on me to do this, so I’ll just come out and say it.” 

Y/N’s heart dropped into her stomach. 

“What is it?” She asked. 

He grinned, “Go out with me?” 

“Huh?” 

“I want to go on a date with you, and I’m going to be honest, I can tell you do too.” He avoided her eyes, “I, uh, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the day we met. You’re hair was all wet but you looked like something out of a movie, its why I ran to that bus stop instead of just going back to my apartment. Sure you’re dog was cute but,” his shoulders shrugged and a sheepish sort of grin replaced the cockier one,

“You just looked too good to be true, and then when you talked to me… You had such a soft voice, it was… nice. I’m around a bunch of guys all day, and it becomes so loud and grating. But you were… soft and I liked that, still do, I, uh, yeah. I just knew that, I wanted to stay with you that day, but I had a stupid practice to go to. But now I know I want you to stick around.” 

She was right, he really was more than just a cocky hockey guy.

“You know, I actually started making this whole plan when I saw you again on that screen at the game. I had wanted to see you again after the park, but after the game… I know you had something I wanted to know more about, but I think you know that. But I knew that I wanted you.” She smiled at him, “So yes, I’ll go out with you.” 

Cam grinned at her, “Great, I know a great place down the street for Pizza, you ready to go?” He placed his hand on her thigh, thick fingers splayed as he gave a slight squeeze to the meat of it, the smile on his lips like something out of a Taylor Swift song. 

“Right now?” 

“Yeah, I’m starving, and you don’t look like you really want to be sticking around this place.” Cam offered. 

“Ok, just let me tell Alice.” Y/N looked around the room for a moment before giving up looking for the shorter girl. She pulled out her phone to see a message from Alice already waiting for her. 

‘Follow the sparks girlie, I’ve already got an Uber home, have fun ;)’ 

“Never mind. I’ll drive.” 

[wheezyseeker99]

I don’t have anything to post besides some thoughts about Cam today (typical?)

Ramble time

First off, I want to burn his hats. Point blank period!! His hair gives me many thoughts. Pulling it? Want that.

Imagine the cute little groans it would cause.

His jaw????

The suits!!! Let me undo every button and you can do whatever you want to me sir!!

His face is so serious there but damn am I staring.

Hold up I’m thinking about his thighs now… incoming

DUDE put those away before I hop on ‼️‼️

And the smile?? Illegal stance.

Can I be in love with him for a second please? I just know playing games with him is too fun. Like he’d be impressed by any move made and is just there for a good time.

Okay, okay back to unhinged..

Something about this alters my brain chem. I stare at the video on yt at least once a day ngl (his skin is glistening and I want to lick it)

I went to a game last month and seeing the stretches… it should be illegal to feel the things I did when I saw that.

I feel like I’m in heat when I look at these pictures in my camera roll.

I want to end on this one because damn that’s a hockey ass.

I would go with him to play golf just to sit on the cart and take pictures of him with this stance.

Not the longest ramble, but I am half drunk and wanted to post something today. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone ✌🏼(and Happy Valentine’s Day to this man)

[wheezyseeker99]

His smile is so pretty stop (bob and tys are losers)

"We've got a good shot off to your right, in case you haven't seen."

[wheezyseeker99]

Apparently tumblr doesn’t like it when I add a new link to my master list so here’s the 2025 one?

Requests are open.

Link to the 2024 master list is here:

✨Master List 2025✨

Cam York

Concentrate - (smut - 18+, MDNI)

Nonsense - (smut - 18+, MDNI)

The lakes - (smut - 18+, MDNI)

[wheezyseeker99]

Concentrate

Warnings: pining, swearing, grinding, oral and fingering (female receiving), protected sex (fm, shocker ik)

18+, MDNI

Summary: UMich Cam is here because I started writing this during finals and I had intrusive thoughts. Didn’t finish this until tonight after the game (it’s been forever sorry y’all). It’s strangers to friends to lovers.

Happy New Year 🫶🏼

Every mindless day I sit in the library to do my assignments. Today is no different. I don’t even have classes on campus on Monday’s, but I can’t sit at home and do them. It’s too difficult to get anything done there when I’m behind on every chore. Finals are soon and I’m forcefully getting myself through these assignments one by one whether if I like it or not.

I stretch my legs out and shrug my shoulders in attempt to release tension but it doesn’t work. I don’t really talk to classmates or random people so I’ve just been stuck in this bubble all day. Granted, I should be working on this science powerpoint project, but I’m losing my mind. Science is the epitome of evil. Nobody can tell me otherwise. Sitting here with my thoughts and study material is driving me crazy. I need to yap even if it’s only for a minute.

I decide on getting a coffee downstairs at the cafe so I stand and grab my wallet before making my way to the stairs. The walk down from the third floor is always brutal, but I always take the elevator back up. Balance is key when it comes to exercise in college aka walking instead of taking the stairs only sometimes.

I step into the cafe and immediately get hit with a waft of coffee hitting my senses. I like coming in here just for that boost honestly because I already feel more awake. Then my world came crashing down in front of me.

Cute guy.

I see him sometimes on campus, and especially in this building during the week. I know he’s an athlete but I never took the time to look him up on any of the rosters. He walks around here like he owns the place like a commanding presence in every room he’s in. His ginger hair has long under his hat, and he’s wearing sweatpants with a white t-shirt. Simple yet the hottest man I’ve ever seen. He’s at the counter ordering. The older lady behind the register is charmed by him just as much as I am apparently. Whatever he said has her smiling. I get in line behind him, making sure to keep space between us. Goosebumps trail down my arms when I hear him talk

“Thank you Lora, you didn’t have to give me a discount.”

“Anything for our best defenseman,” the lady before handing off the cup to her coworker. “We’re working on your drink. Shouldn’t be more than a couple minutes.”

He flashes his beautiful smile and nods without saying another word. He turns around and looks me up and down for a solid second before walking toward the pickup counter. I feel frozen in my spot as I watch him.

“Next in line.”

I snap out of the spell he put on me and step up to the counter to order my usual seasonal drink. I mumble a thank you and sit down at an empty table facing the pickup counter. Cute guy is still standing and scrolling mindlessly on his phone. I try not to stare at him but I fail terribly. He has more scruff on his face than usual.

“Do I have something on my face?”

My jaw slackens and my eyes go wide. Well shit, I’ve been caught. My mouth opens but I can’t find any words. I clear my throat before trying to speak again.

“No, sorry. I just spaced out for a moment.”

Cute guy walks over and pulls the chair out opposite of me before taking a seat. I stiffen up almost immediately.

“It’s not the first time I’ve seen you look at me, but I’ll take your word for it,” he winks and then smiles again. “So, you come here often?”

I breathe out a laugh. He’s not only cute, but he’s funny. I’m down bad at this point and he’s barely spoken to me.

“Nice way to break the ice. I go to school here just like you.”

“I tried,” he shrugged and reached a hand out. “I’m Cam, by the way.”

“Y/n,” I say and take his hand while locking eyes with his. I try not to focus on how his hands feel but I fail drastically. They have callouses but they’re softer than I thought. We shake hands for as long as possible before our names are called from the counter.

“Well y/n, you and I are going to be best friends.”

…

A few weeks later, Cam and I are sitting in his bedroom at the hockey house. Most people on campus had just finished their finals. I’m studying for my last one that I have to take tomorrow morning in class. I can’t focus though because his roommates don’t know chill if it hit them in the face.

Before I started hanging out here I didn’t know that hockey guys are nerds. His roommates spend most of their time (outside the rink) doing their homework before turning on their gaming consoles. What’s even more hilarious is the fact that they play against each other while staying inside their respective bedrooms. They talk to each other on discord as if they aren’t across the hall from one another. They’re so loud, though. Constantly talking loud into their mics.

“Cameron I can’t focus anymore,” I whine and throw myself back on his bed.

Cam stands from his desk and moves my books to his nightstand, plugging up his and my phones to the charger before laying down next to me.

We’ve gotten more comfortable than I ever expected. I have never laid in a bed with a man that I haven’t dated, but Cam is the exception apparently. He takes off his hat and ruffles his hair. The only thought I have is ‘I want to ruffle it too’. While sitting the hat down on top of my books, he turns off the lamp that was illuminating the room. My eyes barely have time to adjust to the darkness when Cam lays down next to me, placing his arm around my middle. He tugs me into his warm, hard body. It takes me only a second to sink into him.

“Nap with me and stop being stressed out,” he whispers into my hair. “You’re going to ace that final. I know it.”

I breathe out a sigh. The feelings that I had before we officially met are still there on my end, but I can’t tell how he feels about me. He has said that he talks to me more than anyone and that he likes spending time with me. I just can’t believe that he wants me in his life in such an important way in only a few weeks. It doesn’t add up from a romantic standpoint, which is why I keep my mouth shut on the feelings part of our relationship.

“I can hear the gears turning in your head. Turn them off y/n.”

“I can’t,” I turn over and place my head on his chest. I can feel his heart beating steadily.

It feels nice to have a friend like him. One that wants me to take care of myself. It almost makes me feel bad for having romantic feelings for him. It’s the little things he does that comforts me - texting little reminders to do things I have to get done in a day, the invites to his place when I need to get out of my dorm, remembering my coffee order.

“What can I do to help?”

I can feel his warm breath on my forehead as I close my eyes. I bite my lip to stop any words from escaping. I keep my feelings close to my chest and I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have just because I’m tired of holding back. I can’t just say ‘I need you’ and elaborate without involving feelings.

“Just a nap is fine Cam.”

I don’t say anything else. Short and sweet, to the point. I shove my head deeper into his chest and breathe him in for a moment. He smells freshly showered, not like how he usually smells after getting home from the rink. He must’ve taken his time in the shower today.

“Y/n?”

Cam’s lips whisper against my forehead before he places a kiss there. I shiver at the contact. His arm tightens around me, and damn, it feels so good to be this close to him. I hum in reply, not trusting myself to open my mouth.

“You cold?” he asks while raking his fingers through my hair.

I shake my head and take deep breaths. He’s being so gentle. If anything, I feel like my body is on fire. Every touch is sending me spiraling.

“Mm okay,” he whispers unconvincingly. “You can spend the night with me if you want to. I’m not kicking you out any time soon.”

“Thank you,” I mutter back to him.

…

When I wake up, I know it’s the middle of the night. I freeze immediately when I notice the position we’re in. I’m sprawled on top of Cam in the most scandalizing way. My lower half is slotted to his and his hand is resting underneath the waistband of my leggings on my ass. Though he’s wearing thick sweatpants, I can feel his dick through them against my most sensitive area. It takes every ounce of restraint in my body to keep from grinding into him. My clit aches at the thought. I know I’m already wet from the touch I’m receiving. If anything else, I know I’m going to soak my underwear from the thoughts that pop into my head.

I keep my eyes closed and drag my hand up his body to rest next to my head on his chest. Cam lets out a curse under his breath, telling me that he’s awake too. I pretend to be asleep and riskily shuffle only slightly against him to see what would happen. His grip on my ass tightens but his touch leaves as soon as he realized where his hand was. I can’t hold back the whimper that escapes my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. This is killing me,” Cam groans. “Going to come in my pants if that happens again.”

Nope, I’m definitely dreaming. I bite down on the inside of my cheek and force myself to stay still. Right when I thought he might have fallen asleep, his hips rotate into mine. Once and then again before Cam tosses the blankets away from our bodies.

“Fuck,” Cam grunts and places a kiss on my forehead and then my cheek. “Shit baby, I’m sorry I gotta get up. Not getting off on you while you’re asleep.”

I guess I’m good at pretending I’m asleep because he lays me back onto his bed, tucking the blanket over my body while muttering a string of curses before he disappears into his bathroom. I open my eyes when he shuts the door behind him.

Not even a moment later Cam is quietly moaning and I can’t shut my eyes again. I feel like a pervert listening in to his deepest darkest secret. I hear my name and my soul nearly jumped out of my body. I reach a hand down into my underwear and feel the damage Cam has done to me. I toss my head back when my fingers reach my center. I swirl my fingers around, coating my fingers with the wetness he created. My other hand clutched the blanket and removed it from my overheating body. I slip my fingers through my slit, lightly tapping my clit as I go. My ears perk up when I hear Cam’s muffled panting on the other side of the door.

“Going to come, y/n.”

Shit. He’s going to be done soon and I’m making a mess over here on his bed. He’s going to open the door and see me like this. There’s no reasonable way to get out of explaining this to him. I feel my inner monologue start and the panic starts to settle in. My fingers stop working themselves and I slip my hand out of my underwear. My fingers are clearly still coated, but I’m not paying any attention to that.

Just say you were having a dream that made you horny? No that’s stupid.

Be honest with him? At this hour? I’d rather die.

“Y/n?”

My gaze snaps to the door where Cam stood. The bathroom light is still on so I can see that he’s standing there holding his shirt in his hand, looking at me with an expression I’ve never seen him make before.

“Yeah Cam?”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“I didn’t hear anything,” I lie. “I’m going to the bathroom now that you’re out.”

I jump out of the bed and attempt to slip past him into the bathroom, but Cam’s hand clutches my wrist. He lifts it up in front of his face and my knees threaten to buckle. I see his nostrils flare as I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Do you want to lie to me again, y/n?”

I shake my head. His icy blue eyes bore into me.

“You don’t really need to use the bathroom. Do you?”

I shake my head again and advert my gaze away from him.

“Well fuck. I didn’t expect to have this conversation at,” he looks over at his clock, “2:43 in the morning.”

“I’m sorry. I can go home-“ I stutter out but Cam cuts me off.

“You’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving this room any time soon,” he states. My back connects to the door frame in attempt of keeping me on my feet. Cam isn’t far and his proximity makes my body buzz. He steps in closer, caging me in as he stares down at me.

I allow myself 3 seconds to imagine a life where I had a version of Cam that’s mine. What a glorious life that would be. He releases my wrist and presses his bare chest into my covered body.

Cam tilts my head up. His gaze drops to my mouth, lingering for a moment. Then he leans in closer. I feel his breath against my lips.

I’ve never wanted anything more than this.

His lips are on mine, kissing me slowly. My entire soul is captured in this kiss. I whimper against his lips when he kisses me deeper. Like he wants to take his time but at the same time he can’t get enough. My knees buckle completely at the worst time. Cam’s hands grip my hips and drive me closer into him before I can hit the floor.

When his lips tear from mine his chest is heaving. I’m completely unable to think even slightly. My head is so dizzy.

“Finally,” Cam breathes against my lips before capturing them again.

I’m lost completely in him.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m being dragged back to the bed. I ignore the swelling in my chest while I tangle my fingers in the hair along his nape. I can’t stop myself from touching him no matter how hard I try. And grinding into him isn’t enough.

I need more.

Cam seems like he needs more too. He desperately pulls at my shirt as his lips leave mine and make their way down my jaw. I whine out his name and he finally disconnects from my body. The warmth leaves my body, making me whimper at the loss of contact.

My eyes flutter open to see Cam standing over me breathing hard. His hair is wild from where I tugged at it and his sweatpants are terrible at hiding his arousal. And God, his chest is incredible. Pale with freckles scattered everywhere, and just the right amount of chest hair. I stop perusing his body to force myself to meet his gaze.

His eyebrows are scrunched together. I reach up and drag my fingers across the creases to flatten them. Cam gently kisses my palm before I can move my hand away. Yeah, my heart is going to explode in my chest.

“We’re doing this?”

His voice is rough and it’s quite frankly the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I swallow and finally open my mouth.

“I need you Cam.”

Fingers take a hold on my shirt, dragging it up my body. I anticipate that everything is going to change after this, but I’ve lost the ability to care right now.

Cam is doing these things to you willingly, y/n. Shut up.

I bring my focus back to him when he finally removes my shirt and fumbles with my bralette until it’s removed. His beautiful eyes widen for a moment before he brings his mouth to my chest.

My legs open further for Cam and he slots between them perfectly, pressing further into me. We moan out at the same time once his mouth meets my nipple. His tongue flicks the sensitive peaks and my back arches off the bed. I need more.

I bring my hand up and grasp the back of Cam’s head. I tug his lips away from my body and capture them with mine. His hands don’t stop moving though. I feel his hand go inside my waistband. His calloused fingers meet my core and he tugs his lips away from mine again.

“Tell me what you did when I was in the bathroom y/n.”

Cam’s fingers circle my aching clit and slide through the wetness. His eyes search mine.

“I was awake before you went in there,” I breathed out. “I pretended to be asleep.”

He smirks before driving two fingers into me.

“I did this to you? Made you this wet with just listening to me? You’re fucking soaked.”

I nod and whimper in reply.

“Help me out y/n,” he demands. “Take off your pants. Want to keep my fingers inside you.”

I obey, lifting my hips and drag the fabric of my leggings and underwear. Cam’s other hand clutches the fabric and throws it behind him, leaving me completely bare in front of him.

“Fuck y/n.”

Cam’s fingers move inside me before he lowers his mouth to my clit. He slowly flicks his tongue against me, flattening it to taste my center. He’s taking his time, yet I desperately need him to go faster. My hands fly to his hair in need of holding onto something.

“Please Cam,” I gasp. “Need you inside me.”

“Watch me eat your pretty pussy,” he says between licks. “I’ve dreamed about doing this, and I’m not stopping yet. Lie there and take it.”

My hips buck involuntarily. I feel the pressure building inside me, like I’m about to explode any second. My grip on his hair doesn’t lessen. If anything, I clutch it tighter.

Cam eats me like it’s his last meal. Sucking and licking every part of me. I’m writhing while he explores me. He’s grinding against my leg and I’m shocking he’s torturing himself this long. I never expected Cam to turn into an animal. My thighs attempt to clench around his head, but he shoves them open and sucks harder on my swollen bud. I see stars, moaning and groaning his name over and over until I feel on the brink of what I believe is my death.

“Don’t stop Cam,” I pant out. I barely recognize my own voice at this point. It sounds so raw, I’ll be shocked if his teammates don’t tease us about this in the morning.

“So fucking sweet,” he slurs against my flesh before sliding two fingers into my entrance. I’m clenching around them instantly and I want more. He jacks his fingers into me until I’m shaking. He reached the end of my fuse and I explode against him. He sucks greedily at my clit and continues lapping my core.

This is the most turned on I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’m still dazed when Cam rolls on a condom. I didn’t even notice him taking off his pants. I’m so out of it. When he looks at me laid out before him, he looks more tenderly than he had before we fell to his bed. My thighs spread, inviting him back in. I need him more than I need to breathe right now.

“You’re incredible,” Cam says. He leans down and captures my lips while he positions himself at my entrance. When he takes his lips away from mine the look on his face is determined. Determined to do what is the question. Cam grasps my face and slides his thickened cock into me.

“This changes everything about our friendship. Do you understand?” Cam moans into my ear while sinking deeper into me, “this isn’t just fucking, y/n. This is me wanting to be with you.”

I nod and pull him further into me. My hands push him into me and urge him to move.

“Please,” I beg.

Cam takes the opportunity to pin me down and give it to me. His hips match mine in an ungodly rhythm, the tempo not ceasing. This makes me feel like I’m in heaven and I don’t want it to stop. Ever.

“Fuck baby. I’m sorry I’m being rough,” he grits out.

“No please” I gasp and clench around him, “feel how much I like it?”

Cam nips at my throat and brings his hand up to my throat. He squeezes gently.

“You like it rough? Yeah beautiful?”

I moan out because no words come to mind. I grind myself into him, letting my body take everything he gives to me. Cam lets go of my throat and digs his face into my neck, taking full advantage of his position before pistoning into me relentlessly.

I’m coming before I realize it. I’m scraping my nails down Cam’s back, holding his sweaty skin to mine. I plaster my forehead to his and attach our lips while he rides out his orgasm.

Once he begins to catch his breath, his pace slows.

“Tell me you need me,” Cam’s voice is raw and yeah, that’s the sexist thing I’ve ever heard.

“I need you,” I say back with no hesitation whatsoever. “I need you for everything.”

“You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere.”

My heart explodes. I know he means it when my eyes meet his. Cam pulls out of me and rolls off the condom, tossing it in the bin next to his nightstand. I take in the creamy skin of his back and how it looks with my nail scratches running down the expanse of it. He lays back down and pulls me to him, skin to skin. His hand cradles my jaw and my eyes meet his for the billionth time tonight.

“I’m yours, you know that right?”

“I know Cam, and I’m yours too.”

He plants a final kiss on my lips and lets out a relieving breath.

“Sleep baby. I’ll wake you in the morning.”

I smile and lay my head down against his warm skin. My fingers mindlessly trace shapes on chest as I close my eyes. I can get used to this.

…

“Cam! Cam! I passed!” I screamed and threw myself onto his bed as soon as I got back from taking my final exam.

After finalizing my exam, my professor went over the answers and I made a better grade than expected. I immediately left from there and came here to find Cam still in bed. His hair is ruffled and he lazily grins at me.

“I told you so,” he says and kisses me gently. “Nap with me. No practice until 3 pm today so we have the rest of the morning to be lazy.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I kiss his cheek and then his lips.

[wheezyseeker99]

Currently working on a couple of prompts 🤭 y’all aren’t ready

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My first semester back in uni is nearly over and I’ll be back to making more Cam content on this godforsaken app… inbox any ideas please and thanks

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This has me gagged 🫢 okay girl pop off I love this

Sex Rx

1.9k words

featuring -> cam york x female reader

genre -> smut; minors DNI, sexual themes, 18+ content - not proofread

summary -> cam finds himself injured and unable to attend the flyers Halloween party, but you won’t let your costume go to waste

note -> happy halloween 🎃 👻 i wanted to get something halloween inspired written and this came to mind, hope y’all enjoy, promise to get back to regularly schedule posting soon 🫶🏼

The Flyers Halloween party was something you’d been planning for since last Halloween. You and Cam had pitched numerous costume ideas to one another, finally settling on one just a few weeks prior to the event.

However, despite your planning, it would prove to be pointless as Cam had suffered an injury just a week before the party. And though he could’ve still attended, he broke the news to you that he’d be opting out for the night.

“Cam, you can still go! Just, no alcohol because of the pain meds. And no crazy dancing, aggressive games of pong or beer die.”

Cam laughed as he shook his head, adjusting the strap on the sling his arm was stuck in for the next few weeks as he headed to the couch.

“Babe, I told you, I’m not in the mood to go to a party I can’t even have fun at. I’ll be fine here, honest.”

Letting out a huff you shot him a glare as he turned on the tv, scrolling through the channels to find something to occupy him for the night. As much as you knew you couldn’t be mad at Cam, his injury of course not something he planned to have happen, you were a bit annoyed that your costume would go to waste.

You’d planned your hair and makeup, had your costume ready for the last week. And now, it would simply stay in your closet, or possibly get resold since you’d never worn it except to try it on.

Heading to your shared bedroom you dug out your costume, laying it on the bed as you sighed, wishing you could convince Cam to get his butt to the party. His muffled laugh coming from the other room, something on the tv clearly amusing him as you eyed the costume. A smirk coming across your face as you had come up with a brilliant idea.

“Cam!”

Shouting down the hall, you patiently waited for his response as you took a deep breath. Wondering what his reaction to your idea would be. Surely he’d love the idea, right?

“Yeah babe?”

His tone was unamused as you heard the changing of channels letting you know he wasn’t in the middle of watching anything.

“You’re sure you want to just sit on the couch all night and watch tv?”

“Actually, I was thinking I’d go try out for a local gymnastics team, or maybe enter an arm wrestling competition.”

His sarcastic comments had you rolling your eyes, a laugh emerging from him as he questioned what you were up to talking to him from down the hall.

“Well, I just, I had an idea. But I wasn’t sure if you’d be on board or not. You seem like you’re busy.”

“Baby, if you don’t get your ass in here and explain what the hell you’re up to.”

Peeking around the corner of the hall, Cam smirked at you in confusion as he tried to catch a glimpse at why you were hiding behind the corner.

“Well…”

Your voice trailed off as you emerged from the hallway, dressed in your nurse costume as Cam’s eyes went wide. His tongue slightly darted out to lick his bottom lip as you gave him a spin to allow him to take in the entire look.

“I just, I figured I couldn’t let this costume go to waste. Plus, I do have an injured patient here that I think needs some assistance.”

Cam slightly laughed as he watched you close the distance between the two of you, secretly wishing his arm wasn’t trapped in a sling so that he could have his hands all over you. But instead he was limited to one free hand to roam your body as you climbed into his lip.

“So Mr. York, what appears to be the issue?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smirked as you could see how badly he hated being stuck in a sling. His eyes roaming your figure in the skimpy nurses outfit as one hand rested on your ass that was peeking out beneath the fabric of your skirt.

“Nurse, it’s my shoulder. I’m pretty immobile with this injury, and I’ve got a bit of a growing problem that needs to be taken care of. Do you think you can help with that?”

Slightly shifting in his lap you felt his growing problem beneath you, earning a soft grunt from him at the contact. You tangled your fingers in his red curls as your lips hovered over his, very much enjoying the begging look in his eyes as you knew how much Cam preferred to be in control of these situations. But tonight, he’d have to accept the fact that you were taking the lead, though he was sure he’d still enjoy it.

“Mhm, I can see that problem you’re having. I think we definitely need to act fast, if you don’t mind?”

Slowly you moved from his lap, kneeling in front of him as both your hands dipped inside the waistband of his sweats. Cam lifts his hips to help you pull them from his legs in one motion along with his briefs. A low groan falling from his lips as his cock slaps against his stomach, your tongue licking your lips at the sight.

“You doing okay?”

Cam nodded his head as he reached out to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your lips before dipping into your mouth as a cue for you to suck on it.

“Never better. I know you’re gonna take such good care of me.”

He removed his thumb from your mouth as he guided your chin towards his cock, needing your lips around him immediately, the anticipation having him already on the edge.

The second your lips wrap around him the expletives pour from him, a cocky grin on his face as he watches you slowly bob your head before lowering down and holding place to deepthroat him.

“Fuck….holy shit baby. Do that again.”

A giggle fell from your lips as you took a moment to catch your breath, tucking your hair behind your ear as you moved back to repeat the action. Cam’s hand tangled tight in your hair as he held you in place, his hips slightly thrusting as he tried to give you even more of him. His breath catching in his throat as he groaned, cursing to himself that he couldn’t just rip off his sling and fuck you exactly how he wanted. But the last thing he needed was injuring himself further and trying to explain that to the medical staff.

“You still feel okay? Is this helping?”

Smiling up to him you stroked him slowly as you allowed to catch his breath. Cam took a second to adjust his position on the couch before he reached out and pulled you from your spot on the floor and into his lap.

“Kill the roleplay baby girl and just fuck me already.”

Cam’s tone though playful had a subtle hint of desperation, letting you know he couldn’t deal with the foreplay any longer, especially since he wasn’t in control and couldn’t do things his way.

Happy to fulfill his request, you moved your thong to the side as he lined himself with your slit. Making sure to get in whatever teasing he could as he marveled at how wet you were for him.

“Seems like someone else has a little problem of their own huh?”

His cocky attitude would never cease to send chills up your spine, paired with a smirk that could make you fold at the snap of a finger. Shaking your head you simply grabbed a fistful of his hair as your lips devoured his while you slowly lowered yourself down onto him. Both of you moaning into the kiss as you paused once you were fully wrapped around him. Cam’s size was something you could never get used to, but in the best way possible.

“Don’t get shy on me now baby girl, show me how much you want to make me feel better.”

His instructions only turned you on even more, with them being one of the few things he was able to do despite his shoulder injury limiting his mobility.

“I kind of like you better when you can barely move, I finally get to do things my way.”

Grinding your hips into his lap you watched as he bit his lip, loving the feeling of you taking control. His hand dropped to grip your ass before smacking it, surely leaving a red mark behind. Cam tried his best to guide you as you began to bounce up and down on his cock, but being one handed was making that difficult.

“Fuck, I hate this fucking sling.”

He moved to try and pull it from his neck, but you quickly grabbed his hand, pinning it to the couch next to his head as you continued to ride him.

“No way, you fuck up your shoulder even more the doctors are gonna have a fit. Just for once can you be okay with not being in control?”

He rolled his eyes at you as he huffed, hating to let you have your way with him while he sat practically helpless. But he couldn’t deny how hot you looked in his lap. Your costume hiked up on your hips, panties pulled to the side and soaked as you continued to ride him. Tossing your head back in pleasure as you moan his name. A hand resting on his chest to help steady yourself as your hips slowly begin to jolt, the pleasure beginning to overtake you and Cam takes notice.

His freehand grips your hip as he does his best to thrust up into you while you drop a hand to your clit. The sight makes Cam’s cock twitch inside of you as he throws his head back nearing his climax.

“God you’re so fucking sexy baby. You gonna cum for me? That would make me feel amazing to cum with you, can you do that for me?”

Soft whimpers left your lips as you could barely keep with his thrusts, your fingers frantically rubbing your clit as you suddenly felt your release.

“Fuck baby, that’s it.”

Cam’s low grunts filled the room as he reached his peak, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you into his chest, doing his best to avoid his shoulder. Though the bulky sling didn’t make that very easy.

“Holy shit, and even with your fucked up shoulder?”

Cam smirked as you laughed at him, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you caught your breath. Eventually pulling yourself from his now drained cock as you hurried down the hall to start the shower.

“You never know, sex might’ve been the medicine my shoulder needed baby.”

Cam followed you as he leaned in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as you stepped out of the costume and into the shower.

“Well I’m glad, but I hope you plan on showering after all that fun sir, we made a little bit of a mess.”

Cam looked down at himself, laughing at his skin glistening from the mixture of the sweat and sex.

“I think I need a nurse to help me shower, you know because of my shoulder. Do you know of any?”

Rolling your eyes you pulled back the shower curtain, inviting Cam to join you.

“Step into my office Mr. York.”

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Mine: Part 2

Warnings: pining, pda, alcohol consumption, swearing, teasing, p in v, idk he wants to breed too 🤷‍♀️

18+, MDNI

Summary: continued from part 1 but it’s his pov now

A/N: happy opening day to the flyers for those who celebrate!!

Link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/wheezyseeker99/762379105136181248/mine-part-1

When I left y/n’s room I wasn’t expecting my family to be back home. Mom and Courtney are bringing in groceries and my dad just pulled into the driveway with my grandparents in the car. I make my way to the pool house where my stuff has been moved to over the years. It’s turned into the place I stay when I’m home. I look at the clock and mentally curse myself for not realizing how much time had passed while y/n and I were messing around.

Y/n.

She’s going to kill me one of these days. I can’t believe I had the balls to finally drop the wall that I placed with her years ago. She’s been my sister’s best friend for as long as I’ve known her. I remember the first time I realized that I wanted to kiss her. Years ago when she came to check on me after I broke my leg playing hockey. Then it stemmed into wanting her more every time I saw her, even if I haven’t been around as often in the past few years. It should be wrong to feel that way, but it didn’t when my lips met hers.

And little did I know that I’d get her into the guest room she’s staying in not even 5 minutes after kissing her for the first time. I couldn’t stop myself when I saw her in the kitchen today. We had never been left alone before and it was the perfect time to do it.

My head is still swimming from the experience. Y/n shocked me. The sweet, innocent girl I once knew turned into the sexiest woman to ever exist.

After the quickest shower I’ve ever taken, I change clothes and go back to y/n’s room to find the door open. My sister rummaging through my girl’s clothes and y/n is standing next to her wearing a robe. Her gaze meets mine as I stand in the doorway. She gives me a crooked smile and shrugs. Courtney’s eyes find me and her eyebrows raise before she looks between me and her best friend.

“Cam! Stop being a perv. We’re trying to find an outfit for y/n tonight. Go away.”

“Maybe y/n wanted my opinion Court,” I shrug and walk into the room. “You like my opinions, don’t you?”

Y/n bites her lip and looks away from me. I wish I could walk over and bite her lip for her. Fuck, I’m starting to feel my shorts tighten again. I can’t get enough of her.

“He can stay if he wants. Anyways, I think the blue bikini with the shorts isn’t a bad idea. I can wear a tshirt over it until it’s swimming time.”

I trail my eyes her robed figure as I sit back on the bed. I know she’s naked underneath it, and I smirk at the thought. God, imagine her body in that bikini. It’s going to be so hard not to touch her. It’s already hard not to touch her right now in front of my sister.

“You should wear the coverup instead of the tshirt,” Courtney comments and holds up the piece of clothing. “It’ll be easier to take on and off when we get in the pool.”

“Or,” I chime in, “y/n could just wear the bikini. She can show off her tan.”

Y/n’s glare bore into me and my sister’s head whips in my direction with startled eyes. I’m being set on fire by both of their gazes but I don’t care. I want to push their buttons right now. I could’ve had my mouth between y/n’s legs, but instead I’m having to watch her pick out clothes that I want to take off of her.

“Stop being inappropriate or I’ll grab you by your ear and drag you out of here Cameron,” Courtney glares and turns back around to face y/n.

My girl’s eyes are still on me though. The expression she’s wearing tells me she’s thinking similar thoughts to mine. I wish I could reach over and pull her on top of me right now. I could keep her in this room all night if she let me, but we can’t tonight. I lean back and stretch my legs out in front of me, continuing the staring contest. I shoot her a wink for good measure.

Yeah baby, look at me like that. I know you want me.

She clears her throat and takes the clothes from Courtney’s hands.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom,” she says and walks towards her ensuite. Once she closes the door, Courtney turns towards me before heading to the bedroom door.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but stop being weird.”

“Sure thing sis.”

Court gives me a weird look and closes the door behind her. I take the opportunity to lock it and walk to the ensuite, letting myself in without knocking. Once I enter the room, y/n is tying the bikini top and I can’t help but groan at the sight. I place my hands on her hips and kiss from her shoulder to her ear.

“God baby. How can we keep this quiet if you’re looking like this?”

Her body shudders under my touch and I smirk against her skin, kissing down her neck again. I love how her body reacts to me. My hands smooth down her curves and slide underneath the waistband of her shorts. Feels so intimate to touch her like this.

I look up and her eyes meet mine in the mirror. I think I made her mute because her mouth is ajar but nothing is coming out. Her hand comes up and she glides her fingers through my hair. It feels so good when she touches me too. I really don’t know how we’re going to survive tonight.

“What is it y/n?”

“Just making sure you’re real.”

I laugh.

“I’m real and so are you,” I tell her and sit my head on top of hers, “how are we going to do this? I don’t think I can keep my hands off of you.”

“I think Court is already onto us, but I want to see if you can keep your hands to yourself,” she smiles and puts her hands on top of mine, “seems fun.”

I pinch her side playfully.

“I bet my whole family is going to know by the first hour.”

“I say two hours,” y/n laughs, “ and if I win, I sleep in the pool house with you tonight.”

“We’re actually betting on this?”

Y/n nods her head and tilts her head to look me in the eyes. Her gaze trails down my face to my lips.

“Okay so if I win, we skinny dip in the pool when everyone is gone. Fair?”

“I’ll take that bet,” she says and pecks my lips.

“Alright, You’re on baby.”

…

It’s been a little over an hour into the party and every time I get close enough to touch y/n, she is out of my reach again. I knew she wanted to win the bet, but damn. It’s frustrating not to touch her. I stare at her as she swims through the pool with my sister. The dark blue bikini isn’t helping the frustrations whatsoever. She looks beautiful like this. Her smile is bright when she laughs at something Courtney says.

My mom hands them both a bottle of wine as they sit on the edge of the pool, and that’s when I know everything is going to head south for y/n’s little plan to ignore me. She takes sips from the bottle and I tuned out my dad’s chatter to focus on her. I have already completely dialed in when she finally realizes that I’ve been looking at her. She adjusts her bikini top and sends me a wink before taking another long swig from the bottle. Fuck, she didn’t even need to adjust it, her boobs already looked perfect.

I mouth ‘stop teasing me’ to her, but she just smiles and shrugs. It’s not fair the way she can look like this and not allow me to touch her. I glance down at my phone to check the time for the billionth time. Finally, it’s been exactly 2 hours since we made the bet. I don’t hesitate when I whip off my shirt and make my way towards her. I don’t care that she’s won. I just want to touch her. I want to claim her.

“You won,” I tell her as I sit down and ease my body into the pool. I make my way between her legs and take the bottle from her hands. Y/n’s arms settle on my shoulders. Her body is warm, most likely from the alcohol she just consumed. She leans into me and looks between my eyes and my lips.

“I know I did, but I planned on sleeping with you tonight regardless of the bet.”

I hum in response, tucking strands of hair out of her face. I like the thought of her in my bed. In any bed with me. Naked preferably. My sister swims over next to me and picks up her bottle at the wrong time. I’m thinking about fucking her best friend right here, right now. I mentally thank god that I’m in the water and it’s hiding the erection that’s attempting to bust out of my shorts. I’m giving up on keeping this a secret. We might not know the logistics of what this is yet, but she’s mine.

“What’s this?” Courtney asks while taking a drink.

“I’m taking your best friend away,” I state and press a kiss to y/n’s temple, “she’s mine now so you have to share.”

Court’s eyebrows shoot up and she points a finger between y/n and I, “finally, you two are doing this?”

“What do you mean ‘finally’? You knew he liked me?” Y/n scrubs her hand over her face, “you could’ve let me know earlier.”

“I was waiting for him to man up. Good job, Cam. Don’t fuck it up.”

She gets out of the pool and walks way, leaving me and y/n alone. I pull her towards me and kiss along her jaw before claiming her lips. I groan into the kiss, craving more of her. Once I feel the need to pull away, she tugs the ends of my hair. It’s over for me. I feel my erection straining inside my swimming trunks.

“Let’s tell everyone goodnight early and go to the pool house baby,” I mumble against her lips.

…

Closing the door behind us, I back her onto my bed and immediately pull at her clothes. I’m not wasting anymore time. I need her now or I might bust before I can get out of my own clothes.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this all night.”

“You know you could do more than just look Cam.”

I drop to my knees next to the bed and pull her legs open. I kiss up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps spread along the warm skin. It feels like a reward to be in this position.

“Fuck, I feel lucky baby. You know why?” I ask her.

“Why?”

“I get to be the one to do these things with you. Like kiss your skin and be down on my knees for you,” I kiss her and push her shoulder so she’s laying flat on the bed, “I get to claim you in all the ways you allow me.”

“God Cam. You can claim me in any way you think of if you’re going to talk to me like that,” y/n breathes out. I see the rise and fall of her chest and feel a sense of pride. She’s more than flustered at this point.

“I intend to y/n. You’re mine,” I tell her. “Tell me what you need. Want me to fill your wet pussy, huh? Stuff you full that you can barely breathe once I’m done with you?”

“Please.”

She tugs me down onto her and slams her mouth onto mine, freeing me from my swimming trunks. Her hand grasps my dick and I feel my muscles tense. My eyes flutter closed as I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at the stiffening peak. I can’t stop my hips from thrusting into her fist.

“Fuck y/n,” I groan, “baby I need to get inside you or I won’t last.”

“Need you in me Cam. Please,” she whines.

I’m already obsessed with the noises she makes, but the way the begs me might be my favorite thing in the universe. I guide my dick to her wetness, feeling how perfect we fit together. It’s intoxicating. All of her is intoxicating. I bury myself inside her without hesitation and I mutter every curse word I can think of under my breath. Nothing compares to this feeling.

“God Cam. I can feel you everywhere.”

“You were made to feel me,” I say into her ear, “you’re made for me. Mine. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours forever.”

Y/n moans and throws her head back into the bed, exposing the length of her neck to me. I press my mouth back to her skin, biting down as I thrust into her. I grab her neck and drag her mouth to mine. I fuse our mouths together as my hips met hers. She clenches around me and thrashed below me. I reach down and circle her clit with my thumb.

“Cam I can’t. I need to-” y/n chokes out.

“That’s right. Give me everything.”

I watch as she comes undone. Her head tossed back and her eyes squeezed shut. She came around my cock, giving me everything I could ever ask for. The feeling caused me to halt deep inside y/n and paint her insides with my own orgasm. I nuzzle my head into her neck and suck a mark into the flushed skin as I feel her pussy drink up my cum.

Now I’m addicted to her.

I pull my mouth away from her neck to lay down and tug her body into mine. I feel her breathing starting to slow, telling me she’s dozing off. The orgasm aftershock settles in my body, sending my body into a sated state. Yet there’s something about knowing that we’re falling asleep with my cum dripping out of her that’s making me feel feral. I lean over her and press one last, longing kiss to her pouty lips. I will never get enough of her.

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else Cam. Hope you know that.”

“That was the idea, baby. You’re mine.”

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The game tonight fired me up lmao. Expect mine pt 2 potentially within the next 24 hours 🤞🏼

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[24.09.26] vs. new york islanders (preseason)

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Mine: Part 1

Warnings: pining, swearing, teasing, p in v, handjob

((AN: one of these days I’ll go back through the warnings and make them cohesive but today is not that day))

18+, MDNI

Summary: In honor of the flyers first preseason win, I sat down and finished this piece. This one is going to be the best friend’s brother trope because my bestie is a ginger and she always says he looks like her brother. Alternate universe obvs and I used y/n this time.

Summers in southern California with my best friend, Courtney, are always perfect. I have no cares in the world when I’m with her. I’ve already gotten a tan and she’s burnt to a crisp, which is usual for her. Her ginger hair and pale skin make it impossible for her to enjoy the sun. I’ve read through at least 3 books this week while her mom drove us around on the boat. It’s glorious.

Well, it was until her brother decided to come home.

Cam made his presence known immediately when he got to town. It’s rare that he’s around since he’s a hockey star for an nhl team on the east coast. I knew him before all of that. I knew the long hair boy playing roller hockey in the backyard. The one that I had a major crush on.

It was easy to have a crush on Cam. He’s always been laid back and nice to me. It was hard not to fall for him. I never told my best friend that though, and I don’t know how she’d react to that confession.

The feelings for Cam are still there, which is a problem. A big, big problem. I didn’t notice it until we came in after a day on the ocean. He was laid out on the couch, waiting for us to get home.

It shouldn’t have shocked me that Cam is a man now. When I walked through the door that day, I think I went into shock. His body has filled out since the last time I had seen him. I tried not to stare at how thick his thighs looked or how his biceps flexed. Or even how his shoulders looked when his tshirt stretches over them.

I definitely doubt he would ever look at me the way I look at him. I think it’s that fact that’s driving me up the wall. It’s been two days of being around him so far, and it’s extremely hard not to throw myself onto him. I have never felt this feral in my entire lifetime.

Today I tried to distract myself by helping Courtney and her mom decorate for the ‘Annual York 4th of July Celebration’ which basically consisted of me cleaning the main rooms in the house and making side dishes in the kitchen.

I’m standing over the stove stirring a pot of macaroni for the mac and cheese when Cam walks through the back door wearing nothing but shorts hanging low on his hips and running shoes. My eyes immediately went to his bare chest that’s drenched in sweat. His skin looks so nice when it’s flushed. Little freckles litter his skin along with the thick ginger chest hair. I snap my eyes away before he could notice I was eyeing him.

“Where’s everybody at? I come back from my run and all of the cars are gone.”

“Oh, your dad is going to pick up your grandparents, and Courtney and your mom are at the store. It’s just me here,” I tell him, trying to keep a straight face and keep my eyes away from him.

Cam leans onto the counter next to me. I feel the heat radiating off of him. I know his eyes are piercing into me.

“So we’re alone?”

I nod and keep my eyes on the task in front of me. Maybe if I stay quiet, he’ll go do something else. I stir the macaroni one last time and move over to the sink to drain the water.

“Finally,” he sighs. “I’ve wanted to get you alone since I got here.”

I whip my head to look at him and almost drop the pot. My jaw nearly drops to the floor.

“Huh?”

“We’ve never been alone before y/n, haven’t you noticed?”

I gulp. Of course I’ve noticed but I’d never tell him that. We always have Courtney around. I make sure of it for this very reason. My hands feel sweaty and I’m on the verge of stuttering. I finish draining the pot and bring the drainer to the empty baking dish.

“Nope Cam. I’ve never noticed.”

“Can I help you with this?”

He steps closer to me and I nearly flinch when he takes the drainer from my hands. I wipe the sweat from my hands on my apron and step toward the fridge.

“Sure, go ahead. I need to start chopping the hamburger toppings. The cheese should be ready to stir in if you can do that and then put it in the oven to keep it warm.”

Cam listens my instructions, and comes up next to me while I’m slicing tomatoes. He once again leans on the counter next to me. This time, a lot closer than before. I keep my head down, concentrating on how I need to be slicing the tomatoes.

“Any reason why you can’t look me in the eye?”

“I’m trying not to cut my fingers off,” I say sarcastically.

I stop for a second and look him in the eyes just to prove him wrong, but the moment I do, I get sucked into his blue irises. I don’t know how long I stared into his eyes, but it took everything in me to stop. I cleared my throat and looked back at the tomatoes before slicing more.

“Are you ever going to stop fighting it, y/n?”

“Fighting what?” I ask and attempt to hold my breath. “Why are you asking so many questions?”

“You’ve had a crush on me for years, probably just as long as I’ve had one on you, and you never acted on it.”

I sit down the knife and turn to him. I feel overwhelmed instantly at his words. He had a crush on me? And he knew I had one on him? If he knows, does Courtney know? My mind races with all of the thoughts that I barely remember to respond.

“How do you know that?”

“I can tell when your eyes are on me, y/n. You’ve done it for years.”

“I was that obvious,” I mutter under my breath.

Cam hums in response. He takes my hand into his, “is this okay?”

I nod and he gets impossibly closer, caging me in against the counter. He’s always been taller than me, but I never really knew that he would tower over me like this. My eyes trail over his face. Should I make a move? My mind races back to all the times I imagined this moment as I eye his lips. His face gets closer to mine and his nose brushes mine. His breath is hot against my lips while his eyes hypnotize me.

“You look like you want me to kiss you,” he whispers.

“I do,” I whisper back.

My heartbeat is out of control at this point, beating like it’s going to hammer out of my chest. I don’t think my brain is working at full capacity anymore. A smile spreads on his face and he cups my cheek in his large palm. His mouth hovers over mine. My eyes close when it comes in contact with mine.

Cam’s mouth is like heaven. It’s warm and firm, and I can feel the little scar against my lips.

My hands have a mind of their own. They make their way to his hair, sliding into the sweaty strands. Our tongues tangle, and he groans while his hands make their way to untie the apron from my waist. It falls to the floor and he grips my waist in one hand while his other glides up my body to cup my breast over my tank top. I should’ve worn a bra today but I didn’t, and he can clearly feel that when he touches me. His thumb brushes over the fabric and I moan into his mouth. His hips press into mine when I do. I can feel his erection growing in his shorts, and I know as a fact that this isn’t stopping here. We breathe heavily when he pulls his mouth from mine.

“How about this,” he breathes against my lips, “I turn off the oven and put this shit in the fridge while you go upstairs and wait for me.”

I nearly choke at his words, but I just nod at him mindlessly.

“Yes please.”

He lets me free and smacks my ass when I start to walk away. I turn back to look at him and he has the goofiest grin on his face. God, if I knew he had a crush on me then we could’ve done this sooner.

…

By the time I’m upstairs, I’m stumbling into the guest room. I looked around and started to panic. My room is a mess. I picked up my clothes off the floor and shoved them into the basket near the closet before I heard the door open. I glance over my shoulder as Cam shut the door and locked it. His eyes dragged down my still clothed body. I swear I could feel fire burning inside me.

“Where were we?”

He stalked towards me, but I put my hand up between us and it landed on his bare, hard chest.

“Wait. What’s going to happen? What about Courtney?”

“I want it all with you. We can settle the logistics and fight with my sister about it later,” he took my hand and slid his fingers through mine.

“Does that mean you’re going to ask me the question?”

“I was going to ask you out on a date first y/n,” he paused, “I was going to earn this, but I want you to be mine. What do you say?”

“I want you so yes Cam. You earned it,” I breathed. “Anything, just let me jump your bones really quick before everyone gets home.”

Cam giggled before I lost my composure completely. I slammed my lips onto his and walked him backwards to the bed. His mouth removed from mine and kissed down my neck to my chest, slowly sliding the straps of my tank top off my shoulders.

“You can jump my bones as long as I can taste you,” he smirked. “No bra?”

“I didn’t think about it.”

“Should think about it. My eyes went to these as soon as I walked in,” he says while moving the fabric down to my middle.

“Funny you mention that. My eyes went to your chest too,” I laugh softly.

“I knew that’s why you couldn’t look me in the eye,” he nips at my nipple and pulls back to look at me. “You need to be honest baby.”

“I will just-“ I grab his hands and bring them to my waistband. “Just take my clothes off.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Cam dragged down my yoga pants with my tank top and underwear, leaving me bare. I shivered slightly from the cool air coming from the vents and my nipples harden at the change in temperature. Cam tugs down his shorts. He tossed them to be with my clothes, and my hands went to his length as he claims my mouth again. He took my hand away and binded both of my wrists in his hand.

“Careful with that hand baby,” he grunted. “It feels too good and this could end too soon if you try that.”

I’m on my back before I know it. It almost knocked the breath out of me, how fast he could man handle me. His mouth covered my nipple again, and his free hand thumbed over the other one.

I hear a strangled moan escape his mouth and he sets my wrists free. My hands immediately went to his hair. Cam grabbed onto my legs and pulled them open so he can settle between them, his mouth still assaulting my breasts. I feel the anticipation deep in my core. It feels like it’s about to boil over and he’s barely touching me. I clench around nothing, waiting for him to make the move. His length ruts against me, grinding slow and steady. I sigh, tugging at his hair. I grip the sweaty strands for dear life when he enters me. My entire body hums in excitement.

“Oh my god y/n,” he moans.

“Move please.”

“So polite,” Cam laughs and nips at my neck. “Being polite will get you what you want baby.”

His hips move steadily but I can’t stop my hips from bucking into his. All of it wasn’t enough. His touch, his mouth, the way his body pressed into me. I need it all and more. His teeth scraped the skin of my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this,” he groans and drives himself deeper into me. “We fit perfectly.”

“We do.”

I never knew if or how someone could complete another person like how Cam is completing me. I didn’t know the feeling of being whole until now. When his hooded eyes meet mine, he understands it too. The blue irises trailed down my body, groaning when he looks at where we’re connected. I tugged his mouth back to mine, moaning against him. I didn’t even notice when his thumb ran over my clit. I hold him to me, taking in every movement he gives. Everything felt too good.

“So perfect. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life baby,” he rasped between breaths.

It doesn’t take long for me to cum. I cry out as he held me down and pistoned into me, his hips snapping. I barely have time to come down from my high when an idea crept its way through my mind.

“Wait. Don’t cum inside me yet.”

Cam’s eyebrows knit together and he stares at me in shock. I shocked myself too, to be honest. He slows his thrusts but doesn’t stop.

“I want to try something please,” I beg.

Cam lets out a whine. He can’t stop thrusting and I clench around him. The pressure is building again. I smooth a hand over his cheek to distract him. He nuzzles his head into it, waiting for me to instruct him.

“Pull out and lay down. Trust me.”

He obeys, lying down next to me. His sweaty hair is curling at the ends, reminding me of how his hair looked when we were kids. He still has that boyish charm, but as my eyes trail down his body, I can’t help but think about all of the fantasies I’ve had about him.

Now Cam’s body is stretched almost the full length of the bed next to me. Although his body is full of hard planes, his skin is soft. His chest heaved as I got comfortable on my side. He looks pretty like this. I lift a hand to his mouth.

“Spit,” I command him.

His eyes connected with mine when he lets the spit trail from his mouth to my palm. My hand reaches for his length, stroking it slowly as I smash my mouth onto his. I pump him slowly and build speed. Cam’s mouth attacks mine fiercely, the moaning from his lips never ceasing. His hand comes between my legs and he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. I bite down into his lip at the sudden impact.

I pull my mouth back and speed up my hand as fast as I can go. Cam’s eyes close and his hand is clenched between my thighs. His hips jolt up into my hand, telling me that he’s getting closer.

“You’re going to paint your chest and I’m going to lick it off. Do it for me Cam, you’re being so good.”

His hips jar slightly, moving in clumsy thrusts into my hand until he cums. Streaks of white paint his stomach and chest. It’s a beautiful sight. I lean down and lick his hot skin, swallowing as I go. Once I’m finished, I settle back onto my side and press a kiss to his cheek. He hasn’t said a word yet.

“You’re amazing Cam.”

“Fuck y/n,” he groaned. “Never stop praising me.”

“I should stop. Your ego is going to be the size of Texas.”

Cam giggles and presses a kiss to my lips. My hand mindlessly strokes through his hair. I pulled back and laid my forehead against his. We know we can’t stay here forever. I don’t know how long it’s been when he takes the first move to get up.

“I’m going to shower really quick baby. Stay naked and don’t leave this bed until I get back,” he says playfully as pulls on his shorts and walks to the door.

“I’ll be here as naked as you left me. I’m not leaving this bed until you get back.”

“Good girl.”

He closes the door behind him. Tonight is definitely going to be interesting.

Part 2 will come eventually…

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Anymore Cam 🌶️??

I’ll be real and say college has been kicking me since I started back, but I have one in the works anon. Coming 🔜

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I’m so happy for Noah. He looks so happy 🥹

congratulations to the cateses!