oneshots (smut)

rivals (mlm) pt. 1

he was my rival for years... but now he has me bent over, screaming out his name while he rearranges my insides.

when i had devised my plan to confront nathan after our basketball game, this is not how i envisioned it going. this was not supposed to happen at all and quite honestly i have no clue how we got here.

the lakeshore falcons have been our rival school for as long as anyone can remember and the team that nathan just so happens be on. i didn't think today could go any worse but then i get pulled out of the game for fouls that half the time weren't even my fault. the anger that i felt bubbled up inside me after we lost the game. i march right up to nate after the game, so tempted to throw my fist at him and fuck up his annoyingly symmetrical smug face.

"meet me in the coach's office in 10."

"finally gonna fight me cameron?" he asks, his stupid smile spreading even wider. we're exactly at eye level with each other, being the same height, and yet nate acts as if he so high and mighty.

"you make it so tempting." i say, rolling my eyes as i walk away.

the shower room is empty by now so i quickly rinse off and pull on a spare change of clothes and make my way over to the coach's office. when i open the door, nathan is waiting for me, impatiently leaning on the desk with his arms crossed.

"took you long enough." he says as he eyes the beads of water rolling off my muscles and dripping from my hair.

i scoff. "it's only been 8 minutes," i say, rolling my eyes in annoyance, "and besides, my punctuality isn't what we're here to talk about."

"hmmm my bad, i must be confused. why am i here?"

i know he's just trying to rile me up just to see what i'll do but i don't let his arrogance affect me. "you know damn well that you're the reason for all those fouls and the reason i got pulled. you cost us the game." i say, trying my best to keep my voice steady.

he shrugs nonchalantly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, enjoying my struggle to contain my temper. "no clue what you're talking about man."

at that moment i did something that i'll regret forever... something that set off the chain reaction of events that spiraled into whatever the fuck happened next.

my eyes narrowed as i surged forward, getting a strong grip on his jaw with one hand and shoving him against the wall with the other. "listen to me carefully," i hiss, "and understand that you're ruining my reputation and my game. i won't tolerate you taking out your anger on me on the court anymore. it's your bullshit, your problems. don't make the mistake of making them mine too."

he gasps as i knock the wind out of him, momentarily surprised before regaining his composure. he shoves me off him before firing back, "okay, cameron, then let me take my anger out on you now," he studies my confused face for a moment before adding, "...off the court."

what happened next was all a blur: clothes discarded somewhere on the ground, nate forcefully turning me around and bending me over the desk, the shock as he buried his dick deep inside me in one large thrust, the lewd noises coming from both of us...

nathan groaned with each hard thrust, his length hitting me perfectly, forcing me to release moans of pleasure. the sounds of skin slapping and our ragged breathing filled the room.

"oh yeah? ya like that cam?" nate taunted, gripping my hips tighter for more leverage.

"fuck- im not one of your bitches nate," i said between gasps. id never admit this out loud but i finally get why the girls flock to him. his dick really matches his big ego and damn does he know how to fuck good.

"you're sure as hell acting like one right now." he countered, clearly enjoying all the unholy sounds im making.

"go f-fuck yourself, nate!"

"but fucking you feels so- ah- good." he moans back, slamming into me with even more rough thrusts, hitting me at just the right angle

"fuck nate" i pant in a sort of strangled moan.

hearing me moan his name seemed to do something for him. he crashed his lips hard against mine in a sloppy, desperate kiss, muffling both of our moans.

i could feel a heat start to build up at the pit of my stomach and all my muscles seemed to tense at once. "f-fuck nate- ah- i can't-"

nathan slows down his pace but continues with the forceful thrusts, slamming into me and pausing before slamming into me again, harder.

"oh god, cameron." he moans loudly, my name escaping his lips and sending me over the edge.  i buck my hips involuntarily, crashing us together as i climax and waves of my orgasm wash over me. my body's still shaking as nate thrusts into me a few more times, stopping when he's buried deep inside me and releasing with a deep groan.

nathan's tired, sweat-soaked body collapses on top of me and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room.

"get the fuck off me." i say with disgust, giving him a shove. nate gets up and starts to pull his uniform back on while i try to stand but quickly realize i cant. his eyes watch me with amusement for a moment before winking at me and walking out the door, leaving me crippled and naked.

nathan just stole my ability to walk and he has the audacity to fucking wink at me. unbelievable.