heyyy girly. i have cameron cade request. could you write abt him coming home after a long road-game trip and only wanting to spend time w f!reader because he missed her a lot and yeah. just fluffy and plss include smut. ty i love your stuff already!!
🜼 A/N: i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. whoever recommended this, i love you forever. i hope you enjoy this my cherries <3 muah.
You had been watching Cameron's location like a hawk ever since he told you he was on the way home. It had been nearly a week since you last saw him, so of course, you missed him like no other. He still had around four more hours left on the road, so to occupy your time, you decided to do your hair and watch movies. So, when your doorbell finally rang, you were sitting on the couch with your roller set in and bonnet on, drinking a cup of tea.
You pretty much sprinted to your front door, throwing it open with a big smile on your face as you looked up at your boyfriend. Cameron immediately dropped his bag and reached down to hug you. Your arms went around his neck and your legs around his waist. He wasted no time in hoisting you up so you were sitting comfortably in his arms. "I missed you, mama." Cameron said with a small laugh as you pressed kisses all over his face. "I missed you too!" you said in a soft-excited voice.
He finally walked inside the house with you still in his arms and closed the door and locked up the house smoothly. Cameron walked into your living room and sat down on the couch, pulling you into him in a tight hug. You could tell he missed you just as much as you missed him. Every chance he got, he would text or call you just to tell you that. He pressed his face into your neck and inhaled.
You giggled softly and moved your neck to indicate that it tickled. "Have you been home yet?" You asked curiously. "Nah, I came straight to you."
"Why?"
"I needed to see your pretty ass face. Like, I really missed you. A nigga was really 'finna go insane." He said, looking at you with a smirk on his face.
You grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him with it. "Whatever, nigga." you said with a laugh, which ended up making him laugh. Cameron was the most serious unserious person you had ever met. To someone who had never met him before, they would probably think he was being serious all the time.
"Nah, forreal though, it's been a long ass week. It was starting to drain the life out of me. Being with you makes me feel grounded; it reminds me that I'm doing all this for a reason. You my safe space, ma. Ain't that what y'all be saying?"
You squealed and grabbed his arms, wrapping them around your waist. You gripped his face in your hands and kissed all over it. "Awwww! I'm your safe space, Cam?"
"Hell yeah, on some forever shit." You gasped dramatically and pretended to faint. Moving off his lap and onto the couch. He used your moment of vulnerability to tickle you. You jolted up immediately. "Cameron!" You hit him in the chest, making him stop. "You just tried to kill me!" you gasped, trying to take in all the air that you could.
"Dramatic ass."
"You hate me." Cameron grabbed one of your arms with one hand and your waist with the other to pull you upwards, now straddling his lap again. "I could never hate you, baby." It was the tone of voice in which he said it that made you swoon. He said it like it was the only thing in the world he was sure of. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly.
You and Cameron sat that way for a little while, just holding each other and enjoying each other's company. You couldn't help but to be grateful for him in your life. He was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for.
"Are you hungry?" you asked.
"Yeah, ma. I could eat." Cameron nodded against your neck.
"Okay," you moved off of his lap and started your walk to the kitchen. Of course, being the clingy nigga he is, he was right at your ass following you to the kitchen. As you made food for both of you, he was right there with arms around your waist and his face in your neck; and when you brought up personal space to him, he had the audacity to say: "Don't know what that is." Like at this point dont even bother.
When you were done plating the food, you jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter. "Thank you, baby." Cameron moved to stand in front of your legs. "You're welcome, my love." He kissed you again, and again… which led to a more passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. Before things got too carried away, you softly pushed him away. "Eat, nigga." you pointed down at his bowl, and he let out a laugh before moving to finish his food.
After you were done eating. Cameron took your bowl from you and washed both of them out. "You didn't have to do that. I could've done it, baby." He shook his head subtly, not responding. He always wants to do things for you— and it's always been that way, ever since you met him.
After he was done washing the dishes, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back in between your legs. "Thank you for doing that." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he put his arms on both sides of you, caging you in. "What you thanking me for?" He genuinely looked confused. You laughed softly and reached up to smooth out the furrow in his brow. "I can't say thank you?"
"Nah, I gotta nother way you can thank me," he lifted his hand and double-tapped his lips—this goofy ass man. You laughed and gripped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Hmmm," he said in that deep, smooth voice. "Again." You gave him another kiss. "Damn, that shit still didn't satisfy me."
You scoffed playfully; you knew you had no problem with giving him another kiss. When you went in to kiss him this time, you gave him multiple pecks at once, so you knew he would be satisfied. As soon as your lips touched his for the last time, Cameron decided to use that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
His tongue glided against yours with precision, the sounds of your lips moving against each other didn't do anything but turn you on even more. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it up, resting your hand on the center of his chest, feeling his body heat radiate off of him. You ran your hand up and down, feeling the smoothness of his chest and the ridges of his abs.
"More, please," you pleaded. He obliged immediately, pulling your sleep shorts and your panties down at the same time. Cameron grabbed behind your knee and pulled it up. The move stretched your legs apart, allowing him easy access.
He used his unoccupied hand and put it against your pussy, moving against the skin slowly, teasing you. "Babyyy," you whined. He looked up at you, staring straight into your eyes, as he inserted a finger inside of you. Your mouth fell open wordlessly. As he inserted a second finger, his eyes stayed on you the entire time, watching your reaction for any change. You let out a shaky moan when he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in. He repeated that action—slowly— again and again to get you used to the feeling of his fingers inside of you.
Once he saw your eyes roll back, he began to pick up his pace. "Fuckk, you look so pretty like this, baby." He leaned down and started kissing your neck, licking and sucking all of the area he could reach, causing you to get wetter and wetter.
"You hear this pretty shit gushing, mama?" In your blissful state, you did your best to nod your head. "Yeah?" you nod again. "Yesss, I hear it, baby." He started to move his fingers in a 'come here' motion, touching your G-spot every single time. The feeling snuck up on you without warning. You gasped and gripped the front of his shirt, balling it up in your hand. "I'm cummingggg!"
Cameron slammed his mouth onto yours as you clenched and pulsated on his fingers. You moaned in his mouth and convulsed in his grip. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you into your bedroom.
He set you down on the bed, and when you started to lie down, he stopped you. "Nah, turn around." Oop. You stopped in your tracks. From the corner of your eye, you could see him start to get undressed.
You obliged and got on your hands and knees, arching your back and pushing your ass into the air. When Cameron got behind you, he smacked one of your ass cheeks— hard. You squealed from the unexpectedness of it, and he did the same to your other cheek before soothing them both.
"You so pretty, Y/N. I missed you, mama." It sounded like he groaned out the words, like he was in complete awe of the scene before him. He put himself at your entrance and pushed in. Drawing a moan out of you as he did so. He eased out of you and slammed back in. "Cam!" you moaned.
He set a steady pace, drawing out every sound from you that he could. You stretched out both arms in front of you and started meeting his thrusts. "Yeah, you got it, mama. Throw it back for me." You felt him slow his pace, so you did as you were told and began throwing it back on him. "Good girl," he grunted. Smacking your ass hard, then smoothing it over.
His grunts and moans were doing something to you; it was something about a man not being afraid to be vocal in the bedroom. Cameron leaned down, his back on yours, and grabbed your arms, putting them behind your back and pulling you upright— your back now against his chest. "You're doing so good, baby. Taking this dick so good, fuck." He said in your ear. Followed by grunts and moans that had your eyes rolling back.
"It feels so good, please don't stop." You mewled. Cam wrapped one of his hands around your neck and the other gripping your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple. His strokes became more erratic, and he moved in and out of you at such a relentless pace. The sounds the two of you were making was music to his ears.
"I feel you tightening around me, you finna come for me, mama?"
"Yessss,"
"Go ahead, come on this dick," he bit down on your ear. When the pleasure that was building up inside of you exploded, your mouth fell open on a silent moan. You felt him tense up behind you, indicating that he came at the same time as you did.
When he let go of your neck, you dropped onto the bed, panting and waiting to catch your breath. Cameron fell beside you on the bed. You were out before you could even watch Cam clean you up. When you woke up the next morning, you were greeted by the smell of breakfast and fresh fruit.
You climbed out of bed, body still a bit sore and legs still wobbly, and walked to your kitchen. In there, you saw a shirtless Cameron, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, plating breakfast for you and him. You walked up and hugged him from the back, basking in his body heat. "Morning, mama," you said it back to him and kissed the center of his back before walking away and towards the table.
That day, Cameron dedicated it to taking care of you and only you. You truly did have the best boyfriend ever.
i thank yall so much for the love and support, it means so much to me that yall are enjoying my work. i hope you guys enjoyed this. dont be shy to request what you would like to see next! (any fandom) see you in the next one my cherries, muah <3
The dorm room was quiet except for the faint hum of Simon’s laptop and the soft, rhythmic click of a rat-tail comb against a mirror.
Simon sat at his desk, glasses slipping down his nose, highlighter poised over a page of notes he’d color-coded three times already. He told himself he was reviewing for their chemistry midterm.
He was not reviewing for their chemistry midterm. He was staring.
She sat cross-legged on her bed in an oversized university hoodie and biker shorts, carefully parting your blown-out curls. The sections were clean as hell as she worked product through them.
Simon swallowed.
“Are you… conducting an experiment?” he asked, because apparently that was the smoothest line his brain could produce.
She glanced at him through the mirror, one brow lifting. “On my own head? No, professor. I’m doing a new style.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “Of course. New variable. Controlled environment.”
She snorted softly.
He tried very hard to not to stare as she began braiding—clean, tight cornrows along the front, fingers moving with quiet confidence. He’d seen her in twists. In a sleek high puff. Once in a silk press that had him short-circuiting for an entire weekend.
But this?
This was different.
After finishing the front, she started installing long, honey-brown knotless braids, the color catching the dorm light like warm caramel. They fell over her shoulders as she worked, framing her face.
Simon’s chest did something deeply inconvenient.
“You changed the color,” he said quietly.
“Mm-hmm.” She secured another braid and shook it out. “Thought I’d try something softer. What do you think?”
What does he think?
He thought she looked like every love song he’d ever secretly listened to while pretending to study.
He thought he would gladly rewrite every equation he’d ever memorized if it meant watching her sit like this forever.
He cleared his throat. “The… the honey tone complements your skin. It creates contrast without overpowering your natural undertones.”
She blinked at him in the mirror. “Simon.”
“Yes?”
“That was the nerdiest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
His ears burned. “It was… sincere.”
She smiled at him. Soft and warm.
And that was worse.
She stood, the finished braids brushing the small of her back. The front cornrows curved neatly into the length, accentuating her cheekbones. She fluffed them lightly and turned to face him fully.
“Well?” She asked.
Simon forgot how oxygen worked.
“You look…” his voice faltered. He pushed his glasses up, heart pounding like he was about to present a thesis. “You look incredible.”
The room felt smaller.
She studied him for a second, something shifting in her expression. “You really think so?”
“I always think so,” he admitted before his brain could instal a filter.
Silence.
Her lips parted just slightly. “You always—?”
He shut his laptop like that would somehow undo what he’d said. “Statistically speaking, you alter your hairstyle every three to four weeks. I have… noticed.”
“You have noticed,” she repeated slowly, stepping closer.
Simon stood because remaining seated felt cowardly. He was taller than her, but somehow he still felt like the one at a disadvantage.
“You look beautiful,” he said, softer this time.
Her braids brushed his arm, when she moved.
“Oh,” she murmured.
Simon felt it then—this steady, terrifying realization somewhere between shared ramen at 2 am, arguing about whose turn it was to take out the trash, and her humming while studying, he had fallen.
Hard.
She tilted her head, braids sliding over her shoulder. “You’re staring again.”
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WORD COUNT: 4,492K
SUMMARY: You fill in for a friend to be a photographer for a photo shoot and you and Aaron hit it off
PAIRING: Aaron x Phoebe (reader)
WARNINGS: none? Fluff; slow burn. Forewarning, this won’t have any smut. I just really wanted to write something fluffy and cute
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have worked on this fic for 40 days and 40 nights. I think I want this to be a series, but ultimately, you guys are the deciding factor; if you like it, I’ll do it. If not, then I won’t. This one might be dialogue-heavy; the reader is a yapper. I also might’ve gotten carried away here. Special shout out to my girls for giving me the courage to post this VERY self-indulgent fic. (@nayaesworld @theereinawrites @keehendrixx @megamindsecretlair). I also switched from 1st to 2nd person a couple of times, so if that’s not your jam, apologies.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t even enjoy my day off,” I mumble, reaching for my screaming phone.
“This is Phoebe,” I sigh.
“Phoebe! Thank god! I’m so sorry to bother you on your day off but my water just broke,”my boss, Julia says into the phone.
“Oh my goodness! Are you ok?! Do you need a ride to the hospital?” I ask rushing to my dining room to grab my keys.
“Yes I’m ok, frazzled and anxious, I’ll feel better once I get this epidural! David and I are on the way to the hospital now. I was calling you to ask if you could fill in for me this afternoon?”
‘Goddammit’ I thought, “Of course, where’s the venue?” I ask. Julia and I are freelance photographers. We recently got picked up by a magazine, so we’ve had back to back shoots. This was my first day off in two weeks and I really wanted to sit back with a bottle of wine and rewatch ‘Rebel Ridge” for the millionth time. Julia spews the info to me over the phone and I jot everything down.
“What’s this shoot for anyway?” I ask.
“It’s called ‘hottest hollywood heartthrobs’. I’m texting you the address now,” Julia says. Great, I get to be around hot assholes all day.
“You better name that baby after me,” I say jokingly.
“I’m having a boy, Phoebe,” Julia laughs.
“Phoebe is a great middle name,” I suggest. Julia laughs before making sure I have all the details for the shoot today.
“Yeah, yeah, I got this. You go focus on having a safe delivery. Good luck! I can’t wait to meet baby Phoebe,” I’m jogging upstairs looking for my ‘go bag’. Julia and I say our goodbyes, and I prepare to get ready for the shoot. I shower and throw on a simple but cute outfit, hop in my Rav4, and make my way to the set.
I pull up at the venue and I’m surprised to see it looks like a regular Victorian home. You don’t see too many of these in Beverly Hills. I follow the sign showing me where to park my car, get out, and make my way to the set.
When I walk inside, I take in the organized chaos of it all. People ripping and running, shouts of the director, and models just waiting for direction.
“And where is Julia!!”, someone who I assume is in charge shouts. At hearing her name I turn towards the voice. My eyes land on a man who appears to be in his 50s with silver white hair and a jacket to die for.
“Julia’s in labor, so you’re stuck with me. I’m Phoebe,” I say, stretching my hand.
He breathes a relieved sigh, beams at me, and grabs my hand “Oh thank you! Sorry this day has been a cluster fuck. I’m Anton, the creative director on set. Follow me would you Phoebe?” I nod, pull my bag higher on my shoulder, and proceed to follow Anton toward the back of the house.
“You’ll be working with Aaron today. We want this shoot to be fun and goofy but also soft and seductive. Something that lets the reader see their personality but also want to rip their clothes off,”Anton explains to me. I nod along scribbling notes on my ipad.
“Here follow me, I’ll introduce you to the talent,” Anton says as he leads me through an open door. The set looks amazing with lots of regal colors. Gold, bronze, and emerald decorate the set blanketing everything in a posh appearance.
“Wow, the set looks great, your set designer really outdid themselves,” I say.
Anton nods, “Girl, tell me about it! Everyone is so excited to see the final product.” Anton leads me up a spiral staircase to an emerald green door at the end of a hallway. He knocks twice and we hear a muffled ‘come in’, prompting Anton to open the door. He leads us both inside and my jaw drops. Standing less than ten feet away from me is Aaron sexy ass Pierre. Lord, I thank you for every step that led me to where I am today.
To think, I was going to sit at home alone and watch this man on a screen, and here he was 45 minutes away from my apartment.
“Aaron, this is Phoebe. She’ll be working with you today,” Anton says, gesturing towards me.
Aaron smiles at me, all 32 of those perfect teeth on display, “Great to meet you Phoebe, be patient with me please. I’m a little camera shy.”
I’m pretty sure I look like a complete fucking idiot standing here mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You have to forgive me, I’m a little star stuck here,” I say, a nervous giggle leaving my mouth.
“Well consider me flattered, today’s going to be fun,” Aaron shoots me a wink before someone calls him away. Anton finishes giving me a brief tour of the set before showing me where I’ll be shooting Aaron. It’s a little private room set up like the inside of a Victorian palace. I place my things down and put my hair up, and begin setting up. I’m almost finished when Aaron makes his way back to the set.
“So where do you want me?”he asks, a charming smile adorning his face.
I know exactly where I want him, but I’m at work. I just can’t get over how truly fine this man is, especially up close and personal. He has an unmistakable charisma and mystery to him that draws you in. An adorable boyish charm that makes you want to pinch his cheeks. Not to mention his sex appeal always seeming to not know exactly how fine he is, or the effect he has on women. Constantly sporting a bashful expression anytime a compliment gets thrown his way. Well let me tell you, Mr. Mufasa knows what he’s doing.
“Uhh, Phoebe?,”Aaron asks, giving me a small wave. I can feel the warmth bloom across my cheeks, as a nervous smile forms. Shit, he caught me daydreaming.
“Sorry, I just got caught up in my own mind! Umm, feel free to just move around however you like. Whatever’s organic to you is what I wanna see. Sound good? I know it sounds cliche, but pretend I’m not even here.” I say, adjusting my camera settings. God, I hope I don’t sound like a blubbering idiot around him.
“Nah, I like that. I think it’ll allow me to relax and loosen up a bit,” Aaron says, sitting down on one of the plush emerald sofas.
I nod my smile growing, “Exactly! It’s already enough pressure, with the lights, all the people buzzing around, and you’re supposed to smile with a huge-ass lens up in your face,” and there I go babbling. I press my finger to my lips when I notice the subtle shake in Aaron’s shoulders.
“Uhh, please don’t mind me, I have a tendency to run my mouth for hours on end. Have you ever heard of the term ‘certified yapper’? Well, I think they made that phrase up just for me, feel free to tell me to shut up at any point. It won’t bother me,” I rant on, as I continue setting up for the shoot.
“I don’t mind at all, I prefer to listen to the ‘yapping’? That’s what you called it right?” Aaron finishes with a chuckle. My smile turns shy as I nod.
“Aww c’mon, don’t get shy on me now, I want to hear more about being a ‘certified yapper’”, Aaron finishes standing to head towards the tea kettle.
When his back is turned I give myself a mental pep talk. I’m trying to stay calm but I don’t know how many women can stay calm in front of him. He’s so fine, like the cameras don't do him justice. The tan ensemble he’s wearing further highlights his caramel colored skin. Finished with a small gold chain, mm my favorite.
A release a small giggle, “Ok I have to ask,” I start glancing over in Aarons direction. He’s making what smells like tea. I snap a few pics while he does this, just to get a few test shots. I definitely wasn't going to save the pictures to brag to my besties that I met my dream man wink wink. Aaron glances my way, raising a perfectly arched brow. How can one man be so motherfucking fine?
“How does it feel being Mr. Mufasa?” I ask, looking at him over my camera. I jump when his infectious laugh booms.
“Mr. Mufasa has a nice ring to it. All honesty, I’m so thrilled to have been gifted the opportunity to play a role that was played by one of my idols. It’s a truly humbling experience, everything’s been a whirlwind,” he finishes his rant with a sip of tea.
“Well that was a very rehearsed answer,” I chuckle. Aaron playfully rolls his eyes as he makes his way to me with two cups in hand. Holding a cup out to me, a gentle pout forms on my lips, “You made one for me?”
“Of course, you couldn’t leave here without trying my tea,” Aaron flashed that megawatt smile momentarily disorienting me.
“Well, how can I say no when you flash all 32 of those pearly whites at me,” I stand to take the mug from Aaron, sending him a wink. That causes him to grin even wider. When he hands the mug to me, our fingers brush, causing a spark to run up my arm. I watch his face and his smile falters just a bit when our hands touch.
He clears his throat, a bashful smile on his face, “Shall we get to it?” he asks.
I nod, taking a sip ,“Wow, this is good! And yes let’s start, just do whatever feels comfortable and I’ll help guide you if need be.” I turn and bend down to grab my miu miu cat eye glasses out of my duffle bag (I’m a label whore,sue me).
Placing the mug down,slipping my shoes off, and sliding on my glasses, I’m immediately in my zone. I glance back at Aaron and see him rapidly bring his eyes up to meet mine. Was Aaron Pierre just checking out my ass?
My inner goddess purrs at the attention, awakening from her deep hibernation. It’s been so long since I’ve looked at a man with interest, of course it had to be a celebrity I have no chance with. But you can’t blame a girl for fantasizing.
I snap a few pictures of Aaron as he’s wandering around the set, giving him subtle cues when needed. He starts fiddling with the record player holding up a Sade record, so I snap a few more, pulling my camera back to look at them.
“So fucking fine,” I whisper to myself, flicking through Aaron’s pictures. I admire my work, clicking through the pictures I took of Aaron.
“What was that?” Aaron chuckles, sitting on the couch. He narrows his eyes at me, a mirthful expression decorating his face. My mouth opens and closes like a person who’s caught, as I try to find my words.
“You see these ears right? How could you not think I’d hear you,” he finishes with a laugh.
I shrug my shoulders, “Well I’m sure you own a mirror, so the compliment should be nothing new. I mean look at you! Your side profile looks so good here! And how you mug the camera down! You’ve taken the internet by storm, got all the ladies going nuts.”
“I honestly wasn’t expecting to be received as well as I’ve been. The support has been amazing, slightly overwhelming with me being an introvert, but I’m just enjoying the ride,” Aaron says, relaxing playfully on the couch. I snap more pictures as we go back and forth.
“I think you’ve been really refreshing to the community. You and Kelvin together are hilarious, you guys are just so fun to watch. I can’t wait to see what’s next for you both. Ok let’s have you move to the sofa,” I say, standing to go switch out my film.
“You think I’ll go far?”Aaron leans back and manspreads, blanketing my brain into an immediate lustful haze.
“Uhh, yeah I do. I’d love to see you in a romance, horror, or even a supernatural thriller. I mean, look at how you’ve been received and not just by the women. The men seem to really like you too, I think it’s your easy going demeanor. You’re the gentle giant with the accent and the megawatt smile, and everyone can't wait to see what you do next,” I say, slinging my camera around my neck.
“Aww, you’re making me blush over here, “Aaron says, crossing his hands over his heart. He’s the cutest cutie ever.
“I’m just being honest, I think it’s important to give everyone their flowers. There’s so much hate out there and people tend to forget that celebrities are just people at work. You’re more than your latest project. I appreciate you putting yourself out there for our consumption, because you’re great at what you do. Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m completely fangirling over here,” I finish my rant. Eyes wide I quickly pull my camera up to hide my embarrassment. I take a steadying breath before focusing the lens on Aaron.
I watch him through the lens as he says, “You have nothing to apologize for. I like your rambling, it’s cute.”
I pull back, giving him a small smile, “You can’t take a compliment to save your life! Tilt your head to the right a little, perfect.”
This causes him to laugh, keeping a firm grasp on the teacup, “Thank you for your support love, tell me more about you. How long have you been a photographer to the stars?” I snap a lot of shots to hide my bashful expression.
“Okay, now lean back against the sofa. Look like you’re trying too hard to get comfortable but make it sexy,” I say, trying to sound like a professional photographer and not a swooning 26 year old.
“I’m pretty much an open book, I’ve been taking pictures since I was about 13 when I got my first camera. It’s always been my passion, being able to capture a moment in time whether that be good or bad is a gift.” The next forty-five minutes are spent with me giving directions and Aaron and I making pleasant conversation. “As far as photographing celebrities, I’ve only been doing this for about 10 months.”
“These are going to turn out so nice!” I squeal, doing a little happy dance. Aaron and I had somewhat concluded our shoot
“You at least have to show me the rough draft,”Aaron says,eating the distance between us. My spine straightens as he comes to stand behind me. My back almost pressed to his front as he looked at the pictures over my shoulder.
“Oh, I really like these! You did a great job at capturing my personality through the lens,” Aaron’s mouth was so close to my ear, if he leaned in a little further he could kiss me there if he wanted. I mean who wouldn’t want Aaron Pierre kissing on them? I could be being delusional, but I’m 77% sure Aaron’s flirting with me.
“Ok, that’s lunch everyone! Be back in an hour fifteen,” someone shouts overhead. With that, Aaron takes a step back, and I sort of miss his warmth. His phone rings from somewhere in the room, while he goes to answer it I gather my laptop, external hard drive, and sit on the sofa to begin going through some of the photos.
“You’re not going out for lunch?” Aaron asked, swapping his jacket.
I shook my head, “I usually just work through lunch. I like to see what material I have so far and then add on it if needed after. Plus I ate before I left.” I reach down into my bag, grabbing my airpods. Once I have my playlist queued up I lean back and start going over Aaron’s pictures. I feel the sofa dip, when I look to my right Aarons sitting down next to me pulling out his phone.
I pop an airpod out of my ear, “Umm, what’s up?”
Aaron slides his jacket off his arms, “I’m not going out to eat knowing you’re in here hard at work. I’ll just chill here with you and I’ll order us something.”
“You don’t have to do that. You’re the talent, I’m the photographer, it’s important for you to be the priority. I’ll be fine, the food truck a block down has a really good chicken caesar salad wrap. They’ll still be open when we finish here, I’ll grab something on my way home,” I finished my rant, too embarrassed to look his way. I’m anxious about being alone with him, I’m not working right now so technically he doesn’t even have to acknowledge my existence. What if beyond my obvious fan girling we have nothing in common?
When Aaron finishes doing whatever it is he was doing, he gives me his undivided attention.”Okay, well I don’t want to encroach on your space and interrupt your process. I can leave --”
“No!” I cut him off. My face heats with embarrassment, thank god for being black, I couldn’t live with the embarrassment of him catching me blushing.
I clear my throat, “I mean, it’s fine. I don’t mind you being here. Sorry, I’m not used to you guys sticking around, to hang out.”
Aaron smiles warmly at me, his eyes shining as he stands up, outstretching his hand toward me. “There’s a cozy little garden outside that might provide a nice change of scenery. What do you say, pretty girl?”
My eyes widen as I peek at Aaron from under my glasses. Did I just get called pretty by the product of my dirty fantasies? Yes, I did. My inner goddess preens at the attention she’s getting, causing a grin to bloom on my face. “I say, lead the way, handsome.”
A satisfied chuckle leaves Aaron’s lips, clearly pleased by your flirtatious remark, “Lead the way indeed.” With a confident stride, he grabs your hand, leading you through the winding corridors of the set. His hand resting possessively on the small of your back. The warmth blooming there setting the butterflies in your stomach ablaze.
As you step outside into the cool Beverly Hills air, the garden unfolds before you. A tranquil oasis amidst the city’s thunderous heartbeat. “Here away from the hustle and bustle of a crowded set, we can get to know each other better,” Aaron says, sitting on a nearby bench. As you sit, an assistant or stagehand darts across the yard in your direction with a white paper bag in hand.
“Here you are, Mr. Pierre,” he said, handing the bag over to Aaron. He returns a smile, thanks the assistant, and takes the bag from him. Aaron pulls the food out of the bag, an excited squeal leaving you. “You got me a chicken caesar wrap?! Aww, thank you!,” you beam, wrapping Aaron in a hug.
A blush coats his cheeks as he leans into the hug. “I can’t let my favorite photographer starve, can I?”
“You’re so sweet, and such a gentleman. Thank you, Aaron, I really appreciate it." You bump your shoulder against his, causing him to laugh. The two of you sat and ate in a comfortable semi-silence.
“So that thing you said earlier about wanting to get to know me,” I started, nervously fidgeting my hands.
Aaron places his hands on top of mine, stilling their movements. “Hey, look at me, pretty girl. Tell me what’s on your mind.” His eyes softened as he calmed down my anxious brain.
“You seriously want to get to know me?” I asked, wincing at how self-deprecating it sounded.
Aaron’s eyes locked on mine, filled with genuine interest and curiosity. “Absolutely. Phoebe, there’s just something about your spirit, your energy that just draws me in, and I think you feel something too. I’d like to explore it and see where it takes us if that’s okay with you.”
“When Anton introduced you, I was awestruck by your beauty, and then you opened your mouth. I find it so attractive when a woman speaks from her mind, no matter how filtered. People always walk on eggshells around me because I’m a ‘celebrity’, but you didn’t, and I really appreciate that. You’re so focused on your craft, even now, you’re working through lunch!”Aaron finishes with a bite of his wrap.
I blow a deep breath, “Well, you guys are subjected to screaming fans all the time, it’s natural to want relief from that. Now, don’t get me wrong, I can scream with the best of them, but there’s a time and place for everything. I’m working, so as excited as I am to meet you and capture you on film, I also need to keep it professional and not make you guys uncomfortable because I would want the same thing.”
Aaron nods during my rant, that sexy ass frown painting his face as he listens. “I like talking to you without the camera, it takes some of the pressure off,” I say, brushing a piece of lint off his shoulder. He nods in understanding, leaning back, and he outstretched his arms across the back of the bench. “I like talking to you too, I like not knowing what you’re going to say next,” Aaron finishes with a laugh.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, playfully pushing his arm off the bench. He gazed at me playfully, hazel eyes shining with mirth and affection. “Nothing bad, I promise. It’s refreshing not to have to be ‘on’ all the time. I feel like I can just be Aaron with you. Not Mr. Mufasa, just Aaron. You unknowingly created a safe space for me in there. I’m very out of the way, and crowds and events can overwhelm me sometimes. Especially now that my fame has started to pick up. A part of me still tries to hold on to who I was before, just Aaron.”
“Do you think the old Aaron can be incorporated into the new Aaron’s life? I know you want to get back to that, but I don’t think that’s possible. You have to try to find a balance between your past and present. Please tell me to shut up if I’m overstepping. " You finish with a nervous giggle.
A laugh leaves Aaron’s lips at your response, “No, you’re making good points, I wanna hear them.” Aaron leans closer to you, finding himself drawn within your orbit.
You shrug, taking a shy sip from your drink, “I just feel that people are going to think whatever they want about you anyway. As long as you’re happy and living your life and doing what you love, other people’s opinions be damned. Life’s too short,” you finished passing him a fry. Aaron looks at you, his mind reeling at your insight.
“I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that. Wow, umm, sorry you kinda took me back for a second,” Aaron said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Reaching out to stroke his arm, “If I’m overstepping here, let me know. But I think that everyone deserves grace, we tend not to give it to celebrities because we put them on such high pedestals, but you’re a person and deserve some semblance of a regular life.” During your rant, Aaron moved closer to you, his hand reaching to find yours. You glance down, noticing a bright smile blooming across your face.
“What?” you ask, unable to hide the blush. Somewhere in the distance, you hear someone give a ten-minute warning.
“I might be a bit forward here, and please stop me if I am. Phoebe, I want to take you out. Tonight, if you’re free. I’m glad our paths crossed today, and I don’t want it to end when the shoot does.”
A smile blooms on your face, and Aaron smiles as he witnesses your eyes sparkle with joy. “You’re not being too forward, I’d love to go out with you,” you finish, your smile threatening to split your face in two.
Aaron shoots you another smile, his nose scrunches adorably, eyes crinkling at the corners, giving him a youthful look. You smile up at him with a dreamy look on your face. What a turn of events today has taken. When you answered Julia’s call, you had no idea that it would put you on this path. The two of you sit and talk, enjoying each other’s company, until the set manager calls you both back inside.
Aaron grabs your hand, slipping a piece of paper into it, “Call me when this is over, I’ll give you our date details. Wear something sexy.” With that, Aaron leads you back to the set, your mind spinning with the possibilities of your date.
THE END.
Okay, she’s finally here!! If y’all knew how long it took me to write this fic… but I digress. I really hope you guys like this one, it’s all fluff. Sorry to my freaky girlies. Go easy on me with this fic, again I’m sorry for swapping from 1st to 2nd person. Thank you guys so much for your reads, likes, comments and reblogs. I ADORE interacting with you guys. Happy Saturday and be safe!!
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🪡 Missing Girl Mystery
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🪡 Dual POV
🪡 Preppy Ballerina, Star Athlete
🪡 College Setting
🪡 Southern Culture
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What begins in grief grows into a journey of resilience, identity, and uncovering truths buried by power. Bria and Miles must navigate family legacies, university politics, and a society built to protect its own.
Strings is a novel about love, loyalty, and what it truly means to fight for what you care about. Here, the invisible string theory takes on Forever, Swagger, and All American: Homecoming but in mystery form.
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Naomi takes a holiday to explore her newly-inherited chalet in the mountains, only to find a beast unconscious in the snowy woods. The krampus becomes her guest as Naomi nurses him back to health, and as they stay in the chalet together, they form an unlikely relationship that begins to get steamy and... complicated.
“ The same thing that’s in me is also within you.”
It’s was one of the last things Kaleah Brooks’ father told her before he died. Though she survived, the trauma has left her haunted by nightmares and strange gifts that emerged from that night. With no one to turn to, she keeps busy caring for the animals at her local clinic.
When she stumbles upon an injured dog, Kaleah instinctively rushes to his aid. As she nurses the dog back to, she begins to notice strange things about him and her suspicions are confirmed when he reveals his true nature-he’s a hellhound that escaped the capture of a dark sorcerer named Mordrid Black.
Now, Kaleah must rely on her growing connection with Atrius and her friends as they embark on a perilous journey to stop him. Along the way, Kaleah’s hidden abilities begin to emerge, challenging her to confront her past and find the strength she never knew she had.
Character Boards (Main Characters)
Age: 25
Hair: Black and curly, keeps it straightened
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin: Dark Brown
Ethnicity: African-American
Height: 5’4
Occupation: Veterinary Assistant
A young woman who is kind and compassionate. She though she has alejas been a quiet person, she used to be more open and friendly but became closed off and distant after her father’s death. She spends most of her time working to cope. When she discovers that she is a Sybil, she trains to hone her abilities against the coming threat.
She is an empath; an ability that means she can feel others’ feeling. This is especially useful when she’s working with animals and can calm them. She later develops more abilities like light generation, and healing.
She has a silver cross-shaped necklace that given to her by her father on her 13th birthday.
She likes to watch movies and tv shows and she loves taking walks in the park.
She likes RnB and pop music.
She loves to cook and prefers preparing healthy food but has a sweet tooth. She loves anything with chocolate.
She has two cats, Samson and Dinah.
She lives in a shared space with her roommate, Raven McKnight.
She had two best friends, Olivia Gray and Elishay Watkins.
She also volunteers her time at a local clinic.
Her father, Deacon Brooks, was a veterinarian that ran his own practice before he passed away. Her love of animals was nurtured by him.
Her mother, Verbena Brooks, works at a hair salon.
She has a younger sister, Malani Brooks, who is a high school student. She aspires to do hair like their mother. She also likes graphic design.
Age: 300 (give or take)
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Skin: Alabaster (human)
Ethnicity: Unknown
Height: 5’11 (human form)
Occupation: Hellhound Enforcer
A hellhound who is found by Kaleah at a local park. He, and his other two brethren Orpheus and Demetria, were captured by Mordrid Black.
He can manipulate fire and shadows in both his human and hound forms. He can cloak himself in darkness and can use it to give him a hearty constitution.
Though he is ruthless and deadly, Atrius is loyal to a fault. He is very protective of those close to him, often putting his life on the line.
He can be overprotective and can be short tempered.
He is assigned to Eryx Nobokov, a reaper from the underworld.
He considers Orpheus and Demetria as his siblings; they were “born” around the same time and were raised together.
Though he’s lived as a hellhound for a while, he is naive to much of the modern world.
He is very eager to please, especially to those he feels he owes a debt to.
Age: 25
Eyes: Dark brown/purple when channeling
Hair: brown/black with long locs
Skin: Brown
Ethnicity: African-American
Height: 5’7
Occupation: Gahiji
Kaleah’s mysterious roommate. She comes across quiet and aloof, often disappearing for long periods of time and appears at odd hours of the day.
She loves cats and is often seen hanging around them often.
She really likes to drink hot tea and milk.
She is a night owl.
She loves to read and train in her free time.
She dislikes being around crowds and loud people.
Her best friend and partner in crime is Virgil Scott. They’ve known each other for a few years now.
She is protective of Kaleah and tries to keep her at a distance in order to protect her but must come clean about her intentions.
It is later revealed that Raven is a Gahiji-a line of hunters who can channel the powers of the gods of Ra. She can channel the powers of Bastet.
She can create force fields and summon weapons through her enchanted items like her necklace.
She has a tattoo of a cat’s paw above her belly button and an small ankh on her right wrist. She has a sun-disk on her left.
While Channeling, she has enhanced speed and reflexes.
She can create protection runes and repel evil spirits using a magical staff that functions as a sistrum.
She is proficient in hand to hand combat. She likes using knives and swords in fights.
She can also communicate with cats as they are her patron animal.
Age: 26
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: tan/light brown
Ethnicity: English/African descent
Height: 5’7
Raven’s best friend and owner of Quaint Keepsakes.
He is sarcastic and quick-witted. Loves to show off his skills.
He is charismatic and very intelligent.
He is very well dressed and loves to collect watches.
Likes fine food and a good drink.
He is a Lumen-A light mage that can generate and manipulate light magic.
His family are descended from a long line of mages and obsessed with “pure” blood.
The Scotts use sigils to channel their innate magic but Virgil is the exception. Only needing when performing complicated rituals or enchantments.
Virgil’s mother is a Sybil; a mixed blood and was ostracized in the community.
Virgil and his family lived normal lives until his abilities as emerged as a child.
Virgil learned all he could and attended a school for young mages when he was in middle school to high school, though he faced many challenges he succeed.
Relocated to the States and runs a shop along with a the owner to house magical objects and a concealed veil.
He becomes a mentor to Kaleah help her hone her growing abilities.
Age: Unknown
Hair: White ( Locs)
Eyes: Blue green
Skin: Tan
Occupation: Grim Reaper
A reaper of the damned. His main job is to gather souls of the damned and bring them to the underworld. He often sends hellhounds to chase the stubborn ones or ones that have escaped.
Eryx can take any form in the human world.
Though he doesn’t care much for humans, though he is intrigued by Kaleah and her role in his mission.
He is straightforward and honest; often comes across as blunt and unfeeling.
He also likes music, especially classical and operatic music.
He has a soft spot for children.
He has enhanced senses and physical strength and speed.
He can contain souls using telekinesis and other containment magic though most is channeled through his scythe.
He wields a scythe that can change forms and it can be used to control hellhounds and open portals.
Age: Unknown
Hair: Black and short
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Pale
Ethnicity: Unknown
Occupation: Dark Sorcerer
A shadow summoner who acquires a great power the allows him summon daeva and other creatures.
Not much is known about his past; he’s a prodigy that became obsessed with acquiring more power and elongating his life.
He is unforgiving and has little mercy for those who gets in his way.
Is the main antagonist and threat to Kaleah and her friends.
🜼 summary: when being in a situationship with Cameron Cade, things turn out in a way that was completely unexpected.
🜼 content: situationships, jealously, reader is lowk a hypocrite, public s3x, mirror s3x, choking, fingering, finger sucking, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v
🜼 word count: 3.4k
🜼 A/N: more Cam Cade fics for you guys!!!!! I appreciate you guys for all the love and support you have shown me in my last few posts. thank you for giving me the courage to continue to bring my blog to life. i hope you enjoy this, my cherries, muah <3
A knock on your front door jolted you awake from a very peaceful slumber. A groan escaped your body as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. 11:42 pm— the time read. Before you could even process what was happening, your phone started ringing. "Hello?" your voice was still laced with sleep.
"Wake yo ass up and come open the door," the deep voice on the other line made a shiver run down your back. You missed that voice. You climbed out and began your walk to the front door, stretching and rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself up some more.
You didn't even bother checking the peephole before you opened the door. Cameron Cade stood there in all his glory with a bookbag slung over his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, a small smile began to spread on your lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, mama." He kissed your lips and walked around you, and headed further inside your apartment. "I should've left your ass out there." Cameron laughed but ignored you and continued walking to your room.
You and Cameron didn't exactly have a label. You had been seeing each other for about two months now; at the beginning of this… arrangement, you both had agreed that you did not want a relationship, just a friend with benefits. As time passed, you started spending more time with each other. He would come to your apartment, and you would go to his. He would buy you things and expect nothing in return, but there was still no official label on the relationship. Since you didn't want to assume things, you were still moving like you were single and he was single.
"You still came and opened the door, right? Ight." He walked into your bathroom and shut the door. Sassy ass nigga— you thought. You climbed right back into bed and grabbed your Kindle to continue the book you started earlier in the day. When he emerged, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
As soon as he got into bed, he took your Kindle from your hands. You smack your teeth and try to snatch it back from his hands, but he just tosses it onto the oversize beanbag chair in the corner of your room. He spreads your legs, then lies between them. "Why are you here, Cameron?" You ask when you feel him begin to press kisses on your neck. He stops kissing you and looks at you with confusion written on his lightly freckled face. "Cause I can be?"
"It's more normal to call ahead of time and ask if it's okay first. It shows respect, nigga." He jerked his head in a way to wave you off. Cameorn rests his head on your stomach, and your hands move to caress his head softly. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, basking in the silence and softly rubbing on each other. "Who you bringing to the foundation gala?" Cameron asks.
"I have a date, actually." You say softly. He moves his head from your stomach and looks up at you. "Oh, forreal?" his tone was a bit shocked, but you ignored it. Cameron licked his lips and mumbled the word 'cool' while nodding his head before resting it back on your stomach. The two of you fall back into silence, and every now and then, Cameron would press a kiss or two to your stomach. Since he threw your Kindle across your room, you were now using your phone to read your book.
Cameron moved back up your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. A kiss that turned into a full-out makeout session, which later progressed into his mouth on your jaw, trailing down to your neck. "Cam," you sigh in pleasure. He gripped your chin softly, lifting it to make you look at him.
"I'm finna eat this pretty ass pussy, then we going to bed. That cool with you?"
"Yesss," you whine.
"Bet," Cameron presses another nasty kiss on your lips before hastily removing your sleep shorts and descending your body.
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The morning of the foundation gala, you woke up earlier than usual to get your day started. This was your way of mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You had your comfort robe draped around your body, and the matching bonnet to go with it. Your curtains were drawn, letting the natural sunlight enter your apartment. You were putting your all into making sure the day went smoothly.
You were currently sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating breakfast, when a knock sounded at your front door. Your brows furrow— you weren't expecting any visitors. You pick up your phone to check the camera at the door, and you see a woman holding a huge bouquet of flowers.
"Hi! Is this the home of Y/N?" the woman asks with a warm smile on her face. "Hi, yes, it is." After confirming, the woman hands you the bouquet and the card along with it. She tells you to have a good day, and she goes on her way. You stood there for a few minutes, shocked as fuck because this was the least of what you were expecting.
Heading back inside, you set the flowers on your kitchen island and opened the nice-looking card that came with them. Because You Deserve It All. See you tonight, mama.— C.Cade. The card read.
Utter shock spread across your face. In the time you had known Cameron, of course, he had spent money on you, but he had never had flowers delivered to your apartment. You walked over to the coffee table and grabbed your phone to send him a thank-you message. His actions threw you completely off your axis. You had totally forgotten about the date you were bringing with you to the gala.
It wasn't anything serious, just a dude on the basketball team you had been texting for a few weeks. When he asked if you wanted to go with him, you thought why the hell not? It wasn't like you and Cameron were in a relationship; you were single, and he was too. So you weren't doing anything wrong.
A few hours later, when you were all dressed and ready for the gala. You were wearing a red satin dress with gorgeous black heels. It was pretty simple, but the way the color made your brown skin pop, on top of the body glaze you were wearing, you looked good as fuck.
Your date had texted to let you know he was about to be outside, so you headed downstairs to the lobby area until you saw his truck pull up. When you did, he parked by the doors, got out, and started walking towards you. He was an extremely attractive man. Tall, mocha skin, locs that were pulled into a ponytail. He was wearing an all-black suit that fit his body perfectly. "You look beautiful, Y/N." He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself." You didn't lie, he did look good, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder what Cameron was up to. You hadn't spoken to him since this morning when the flowers were dropped off, and even that conversation was very brief. You couldn't wait to see him.
The vibes in the car on the way to the gala were good. You and your date engaged in nice conversation all the way there. The foundation gala taking place tonight was put together by the athletic department to raise money for charities. You were nervous to see who Cameron had brought. He had never mentioned to you that he was bringing a date. Not that he had to, but based on your relationship dynamic, you would think he'd say something
After taking many pictures and mingling with others, you were finally settled at your seat. Upon arrival, you spotted Cameron immediately…and the woman on his arm. When he saw you, something in his gaze changed. You could see his jaw clench in irritation every time he would glance your way. You barely had any time to appreciate how handsome he looked because he was giving you death glares from the moment you walked in.
You and your date were sitting at your table, waiting until the speeches were given. Against your will, your eyes moved to where Cameron and his date were sitting. She was laughing at something he said, and touching on his arms as she was doing it. That nigga couldn't have said something that funny. You rolled your eyes at his audacity. How does one go from sending you flowers this morning with a cute ass note, to not saying a word to you when they finally see you? Fuck that. You were starting to get irritated. "Excuse me, I will get right back. I need to go freshen up." Your date looked at you with concern in his eyes, but after reassuring him that you were fine, he finally nodded and told you he would order for you if you weren't out in time.
You picked a bathroom as far away from the event as you could. You needed time to breathe and be irritated in peace without even hearing the voices of other people. A few minutes passed by, and you heard the door to the bathroom open. "Hey, someone's in here," you called out. You smacked your teeth when you heard footsteps continue to walk further in. You were getting ready to go off when Cameron appeared. "What are you doing?!" you whisper-shouted. "You can't be in here, Cameron."
He just looked at you with a blank expression on his face. "You really brought another nigga as your date?" you scoffed. "Are you dead ass right now? You don't get to question me when you brought someone too." You were looking at him like he had completely lost his mind.
"You seeing him?"
"It doesn't matter if I am or not. You're lame as fuck, sending flowers to my house this morning, but got another woman laughing hard as fuck in your face, touching on you and shit. Why even go out of your way?"
"'Cause I'm yo man. The fuck? You had already planned to be here with that nigga." With every word, he was stepping closer to you, irritation written all over his face. "We're not together, Cameron." He was in your face now, forcing you to look up at him. Even in your heated gaze, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked tonight, and judging by the way his eyes glance down your body, you know he notices it too. "I have to go." You try to move around Cameron, but he just follows your movements.
"You ain't going back out there to that nigga."
"Cameron," you sigh. This was getting nowhere. "Maybe this was a mistake. We shouldn't do this." You place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he just completely ignores you. "You look beautiful tonight. I almost lost my shit seeing you walk in here with him." Cameron places one of his hands under your chin, lifting it so you're looking at him. His voice had gotten softer, his eyes more pleading.
"She's not my date. She's the event coordinator. I didn't know we were going to be seated together, nor do I give a fuck about any of that shit." He rubs your chin softly. You understood where he was coming from, but something in you just wanted to continue to make things difficult.
"I have to go," You say again.
"Stop playing with me, Y/N," then he pushes his lips onto yours. You were taken aback by the abruptness of the moment, but when you found your footing, you returned the kiss all the same. You groaned into each other's mouths, moving between a fast and slow pace, trying to do everything you can to savor the moment. Cameron sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. When he breaks away, he looks at you with a half-lidded, heated gaze. He licks his lips and turns you around so you're facing the mirror.
He bends and presses kisses on the backs of your ears, trailing down to the sides of your neck. You hear him unclasp his pants and push them down, along with his underwear. Cameron pushes up the back of your dress. In the mirror, you see him looking down at you, licking his lips like he is admiring you like a work of art, and of course, you weren't wearing any panties, so he was getting a full view of your ass.
He moves back to your ear and says ever so softly. "Put me in," You reached back and grabbed his dick in your hands, stroking him to spread the precum over his dick. Then, you placed his dick at the entrance of your pussy and gasped when you felt him start to sink in.
He pushes in ever so slowly, then pulls out and moves back in just as slowly. "Cammmm, fuck." You grip the edges of the sink to keep your balance.
"Look at yourself," he says in that deep, raspy, sexy voice. "You look like mine… don't you?"
Your eyes meet his hazel gaze in the mirror. He began to pick up the pace, knocking exactly at your G-spot with every thrust. "Don't you, Y/N?" he asks again. "Yessssss," you were trying not to be so loud because you were literally still at a networking event with hundreds of people in the same building.
"I'm fucking obsessed with you, mama." He wraps his hand around your throat. "You taking this dick so well, too." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the pleasure he was putting on your body.
"It feels so good, Cam, shittt," The sounds of his dick moving in and out of you and you getting wetter by the minute. Cam pulls out, picks you up, and sets you on the sick, and is back inside you all within five seconds. You didn't even have time to recover before he was back inside you, moving at a relentless pace.
"I'm gonna cum, baby." He looked down at you with a sexy smirk on his face. Sweat started to show at the base of his hairline. He reached down and pressed another nasty kiss to your lips, and neither of you cared. You were just consumed in the moment, you were stuck in a trance at the feel of his dick moving in and out of you. When Cam reached down and began thumbing your clit, your mouth opened on a silent moan as you came— hard.
"Cam, Cam, Cammm," you repeated over and over from the intensity of your orgasm. And he just fucked you through it, not stopping even once, making you cum again. His moves started to become more frantic, letting you know he was close as well. He stiffened inside you with a grunt. "Fuckkk, mama."
He collapsed on top of you, both of you heavily panting. Trying to find your breath again. After a few minutes, he pulled his clothes back on and got himself together. He helped you off the sink, fixing and smoothing out your dress as you revamped your look in the mirror, making yourself look presentable again.
After both of you were both ready to go back out, Cameron turned you around and grabbed your throat. "When you go back out there, ion wanna see that nigga touching you. Matter fact, you not even leaving this bitch with him. I'll take you home, ight?" You nodded, and Cameron gave your ass a light smack before allowing you to go out first.
Thankfully, there were enough people here not to notice your absence. After you had gotten to your seat, your date looked up at you with concern etched all over his face. "You good?" he asks, reaching out to touch your arm to help you sit. You quickly moved away from his touch as soon as you were seated. "Yes, I just felt a bit sick for a minute." You gave him a small smile in reassurance. "Okay, the food should be out shortly. I went ahead and ordered for you." You gave him your thanks.
A few minutes later, you saw Cameron walk back into the venue, to his seat. Still looking as put together as ever, as if he didn't just fuck you silly a few minutes ago.
The rest of the night went smoothly. You ate dinner and sat and talked with the people around you for the rest of the night. Every now and then, you would catch Cameron making glances at you. Based on the look in his eyes, you knew the night was far from over.
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"Fuckkk, Cameron!" you moan loudly as you came on his fingers for the second time. After the event, you ended up at his apartment. What was supposed to be a chill night ended with you straddling him, your tongue in his mouth, and you riding his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. You greedily sucked them into your mouth, licking your release from his fingers as if it were his dick. After you sucked his two fingers clean, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet his lips. He slips his tongue into your mouth, trying to get the taste of you and your release.
You collapsed on his chest, trying to catch your breath after you were basically trying to swallow each other's faces. In one swift movement, your back was hitting his pillows, and he was moving down your body and sucking your pussy into his mouth. He spat on your pussy and watched it drip down before slurping it back up. "Shit tastes good as fuck." You were in too much of a blissful state to even reply to him; you just looked down at him as he feasted on your pussy with skill. The man looked like he was in his element just from eating your pussy. "Cam, please."
It didn't take long before you were cumming in his mouth, and of course, everything you produced, he licked it up.
"Fuck me, please." You pulled at his arms until he was hovering above you. He let you control the pace. He stared at you, letting out soft, heavy breaths, as he waited for you to put him inside of you. he wasted no time in pounding your pussy relentlessly. "Yesss," You whimpered. You couldn't get enough of him, of his heated body pressed against yours, of his dick stretching you out and pounding into you.
"I'm yo man, right?" he asks breathlessly. You were at a loss for words, so you nodded profusely. "Nah, say that shit."
"I'm yours, Cam, fuckkk!" Your breast bounced with each thrust, and his eyes followed their movement every time.
"I'm gonna cum again, babyy," you moaned in pure ecstasy. "Then cum on this dick." The pressure building up inside of you exploded. You came so hard you saw stars. At the same time, Cameron stiffened as he came along with you, moaning and groaning in your ear.
He collapsed beside you, both of you still panting like crazy. This time, it took a bit longer to find your footing. You had basically been going at it like rabbits ever since you got back to his apartment. As you were still heavily breathing, Cameron got out of bed and left the room, returning with a rag and a water bottle in his hand. He took the rag and placed it on your pussy, leaving it there for a second. You moaned softly at the warmth emitting from the rag. After a few seconds, he proceeded to clean you up.
Afterwards, he climbed back into bed and pulled you into his arms, rubbing on your body to release any tension you may have.
Cameron definitely showed his jealous side tonight… and you weren't even mad at it.
we're back babyyyyyyyyyy , i hope you guys enjoyed this! my requests are open, so dont hesitate to let me know what you would like to see (from any fandom). see yall in the next one my cherries, muah <3
