#cameron x declan

[hikarielizabethbloom]

Declan and Cameron || Have you ever cheated on her? Have you ever wanted to? Not until tonight.

[rinathingsidk]

like whatever.

[taggiehive]

everything in this scene is perfect. acting, chemistry, dialogue, the way it’s shot… literally flawless

[crispychillipeanutsinoil]

also if I know one thing: declan o’hara and cameron cook need to team up and stamp out all these tory arseholes and then fuck incredibly nasty about it

[fancydressmasks]

i cannot BELIEVE they didn't show us cameron and declan's sex scene!!!!!!! i waited a year and a half for this!!!!!! are you fucking kidding me writers??????

[fiendish-fiend]

I am thinking about writing a fic that starts with Declan doubling down on hos failing marriage, Cameron distancing herself from him, and them both going on journeys that reveal to them taht they have both been unhappy for a long time. I want to write about them outgrowing their dying relationships, finding eachother. Of course they will be drama involving Rupert being in love with Taggie, Patrick beefing with his dad over Cameron, and Maude being selfish. I waslo want Declan to confront that he has been a shit father. What do you all think?

[purpledaisiesthings]

Season 2 trailer dropped and why can't I see any Cameron & Declan interactions 😒

They better have a moment this season....or two or three Lol

[araybiaaa]

❝ in vain, d. o’hara.❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… declan o’hara x cameron cook

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… emotional cheating, fingering, handjobs, vulgarity, masturbation, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, infidelity.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… (cont.) declan finds himself pining after cameron, unable to get her and their salacious tryst out of his mind despite his efforts. cameron relinquishes control as her mind wanders on declan.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… this is part two of in vain. whether there’ll be a part three is undecided at the moment. and here’s why: but enjoy nonetheless!

He tries to stop thinking about her.

But his efforts are proven futile as she seemingly invaded his mind to the point where she’s all that he thinks about. He doesn’t know how it got to this point; how his infatuation and attraction became this deep, to where he can’t function properly without reminiscing on their salacious tryst.

The memory mockingly taunts him especially at night when he’s laid fully awake in bed — almost a prisoner to his insomnia and the only thing that distracts him from his troubles are the vivid memories of Cameron. Of how he felt inside of her, at how her cunt accommodated perfectly to the girth of him as he stretched her open, at the pretty little noises that she made every time he fucked all eight inches of himself inside of her, at how perfect she is. 

He found himself enticed by her; not only by her ethereal beauty but by her brazen personality. From their very first introduction, Declan was mesmerized by her — completely captivated at how strong-willed and unapologetic she was. He had never encountered someone like her; someone that frustrated him but also piqued his interest. 

She was also fucking stubborn and often made brash decisions without a seconds thought of the repercussions. But she was great at her job and possibly one of the best producers he’s ever worked with. She told him to forget about their hookup, but how could he possibly do that when she was the only thing that occupied his mind?

He groaned, palming his hands over his face as he chided himself for his petulant-like crush. It was ridiculous, pining over someone else when he should’ve been putting forth this kind of effort in repairing his marriage, especially since he knew that Cameron was still emotionally unavailable. 

But he couldn’t help it. 

He’d gotten a taste of her and immediately became addicted. Declan sighed deeply as he stared vacantly at the ceiling — usually in occasions like this when he couldn’t sleep, he’d wake Maud with a hand between her thighs and his mouth kissing feverishly at her neck. And they’d fuck slowly against the mattress until Declan exhausted himself and he was able to sleep again. 

His mind wasn’t on Maud nor was he mourning the loss of her touch that usually offered him comfort in this type of situation. It was on Cameron, always on Cameron. He murmured a low curse of frustration as he lowered his eyes to his lap where he feels the swelling of his cock twitching against the fabric of his briefs.

Was it appropriate to jerk off to thoughts of your coworker? No. But he was so fucking horny and he felt his cock aching desperately in pain for relief that he absentmindedly disregarded the moralities of his actions and roughy tugged his briefs over his hips before wrapping a hand around his cock. 

He feels weak as he succumbs to his sexual frustration but he decides that he’ll deal with that after he’s satiated his libido.

Declan licks his lips, palming his turgid cock in his hands. He brushes his thumb over the tip smearing together the precum and using it as a lubricant to slick himself up. His chest heaves in spasms, breaths come out rugged and labored through his flared nostrils, eyes squeeze shut as he firmly wrapped his fingers around the engorged flesh and tugged his hand upward in a fluid motion.

He shudders, murmuring a low “fuck,” underneath his breath as he twisted his wrist and continued the fluid tugs.

He allows his mind to wander on Cameron; imagining that it was her hands that were jerking him off instead of his own, imagining how vocal and filthy she would be as she engaged in teasing him. Declan’s hips rolled in tandem against his hands as he tugged with vigor — he pictures Cameron’s succulent pink lips around his cock sucking him until he’s completely boneless and milked dry. 

Declan’s jaw clenched as his jerking movements hastened. He spreads his legs further open, giving himself more space as he twisted and tugged at his cock. Parts of him wants to delay his orgasm so that he could keep indulging in his thoughts of Cameron but his body is desperate for a release — with him already feeling it creeping up on him in the way his abdomen clenched and toes curled in the fabric of his socks. “Cameron,” He grunts, biting so harshly on his lower lip that he tasted the salty bitterness of blood stinting from the bruise.

He stifles his moan behind pursed lips, wary of inadvertently waking his daughters who were only feet away down the hallway. He cums messily, the milky fluid skeets over his stomach and thighs and even spills a bit on the bedsheets. His body goes lax as it releases; his pulse slows and his breathing steadies as he laid there in the filth of his fluids.

…

What was Declan’s issue?

Why did he feel the need to insert himself and his unwanted opinion about her relationship with Tony? Sure, there were times where she questioned the logic behind her loyalty to him too but that didn’t give Declan the right to speak on something that he didn’t know.

She’s had enough of people doing that and usually whenever someone made an offhanded remark about it she would either disregard it with insouciance, not even bothering to respond or she would curse them out to the point where they’d cower away and refrain from ever speaking about it again.

She wasn’t embarrassed that everyone at the office knew about them, she just preferred that her business remained private. She already dealt with the struggles of maintaining space in a predominantly white and male oriented career, she didn’t need anyone making assumptions about her acquiring her position because of a man. She knows the truth of how hard she worked to get to the position of where she’s at and that she didn’t need to prove her worth to anyone. 

But for some reason, she found herself caring about Declan’s opinion. She has always respected him — even when she first met him and he made the foolish mistake of assuming she was his assistant instead of the head producer. Declan O’Hara had made a name for himself in television journalism in a way that Cameron idolized and she found herself excited that he came to their network to further it. 

Maybe that’s why she was offended when he referred to her as naive. She wasn’t naive; she knew the terms of their situation and accepted it as such. (Okay, maybe she wanted more from him — like not being limited to hotel rooms every time she wanted to go out on a date with him but still — she knew there was only so much she could get from Tony.)

Declan doesn’t know Tony. 

Not like she does. 

He cares about her and their relationship is sacred to him as it is to her. It’s important and real — and she doesn’t even know why she’s so insistent on trying to rationalize this as if his opinion changed anything. She needed to stop thinking about it, about him. 

What happened that day in the bathroom had become a distant memory. Sure, it was undeniably the best sex that she’s ever had but she knows that it would only remain as such because Declan had a wife and despite his brief moment of infidelity, she could tell that he still loved her.

But the harder she attempted to resist the more she thought about it. She sighed, turning her head as she looked over at Tony who lay sprawled out on the mattress beside her. He had fallen asleep as soon as they finished — snoring loudly in his post coital bliss.

She bit her lip as guilt ridden thoughts surfaced. When they were having sex, she found her mind wandering on Declan. 

Maybe it wasn’t fair to compare but she noticed that Tony’s kisses were different from Declan’s; not having the same vigor to where she felt breathless and weak kneed whenever he kissed her. She attempted to convince herself that it was because she was familiar to Tony’s touch so her being with someone new heightened new realizations that she wasn’t aware of. 

But even when he reached down and slid his finger over her clothed cunt — she didn’t feel the same throb of excitement that spread through her and sent avid shivers down her spine like it did that day in the bathroom when Declan touched her.

Cameron ignored the void of his touch and continued to kiss and grind against the thickness of his fingers; hoping that her arousal would begin to come. But there was this feeling of irritation that emerged instead; his fingers felt wrong. They were too callused and the pressure of his fingers irritated her skin, and he didn’t curl them deep enough to where she actually felt any stimulation.

“Let’s just get in bed,” She suggested warily after growing exasperated from her prolonged arousal, already shimmying her thong over her hips and down her thighs.

She undressed herself wanting to hasten the process.

Tony attempted foreplay — he kissed the inside of her thighs, bit at her neck and fondled her nipples until they become stout and erect. It was unceremonious when he slid his cock inside of her; there was a faint pain that spread when he stretched inside of her but that pain immediately subsided. He grabbed her by the hips, aligning their pelvises and then stroked himself inside of her in a fluid thrust.

And as Cameron laid there listening to the rugged pants of his breath against her ear, she wondered if sex with Tony was always this bad or had Declan set some unfair precedent that he had failed to meet? Whatever the answer was she knows that sex wasn’t supposed to be like this — to where she was inwardly waiting for it to be over so he could pull out of her and crawl off of her.

Tony came thick and messy and his body shivered on top of her as he panted loudly against her hair. “That was amazing,” He murmured, chuckling as he brushed her hair out of her face so that he was able to look down at her.

Cameron only nodded, pursing her lips in a tight feeble smile knowing that if she responded verbally that he would’ve been able to hear the lie in her voice.

She didn’t even cum. 

He left her frustrated and dry, inconsiderate of reciprocating the pleasure. 

(Declan would never do that.

He made sure she came twice, even encouraged it to the point of desperation.) 

Fuck. 

Why was she thinking about him again?

She needed to stop — 

She knows that she needs to. 

But then she feels herself ache at the memory of Declan being inside of her. At how full she felt at the thickness of his cock penetrating her, at now attentive and caring he was as he held her, and how he had her cuming so hard that her body trembled from the exertion.

Cameron breathed softly through her parted lips as she squeezed her thighs together, hoping that it would relieve the ache. But then she throbs and she’s choking out a soft sob at the stimulation. She looks over at Tony again, assuring that he was still in his deep slumber. 

She curses out loud, scolding at her lack of self preservation as she slides her hand underneath the elastic waistband of her underwear, descending lower until she reached the slickness of her cunt.

Her body trembles uncontrollably against the gentlest brush of her fingers against the sensitive flesh. She bites back a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and grinds her hips against her two arousal fingers that puckered inside of her. Needing more — she reaches a hand up and palmed her breast; teasing her thumb over the flaccid skin until it swells from her touch. She’s overwhelmed by stimulation of her fingers fucking herself and the feeling of her sore breasts against her hands. 

And she moans louder, despite her efforts, when she thinks about Declan’s hands being in her place. Her pussy clenches tightly around her fingers, swallowing them whole. She’s thrusting so hard that the mattress creaks beneath her — and her earlier trepidation about not waking Tony is lost in the void as her only focus is cuming. Her back arches, mouth falls agape as she feels it pool out of her.

Her cunt flutters from the sensitivity.

She removes her hand from her underwear and releases her grip on her breast as she attempts to steady her breathing. 

Tony stirs next to her, sinking his head further against the pillow as he found himself succumbing to his exhaustion again; completely oblivious to the fact that Declan had given her the orgasm she’s been seeking all night.