#cam cameron x fem reader
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august — cam cameron
pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader
summary: y/n has a summer job at the cousins bakery. cam cameron likes to find excuses to buy muffins every day.
warnings: none? just a long fic (i got carried away oopsies)
a/n: already rewatching tsitp and i finished it this week I LOVE IT SO MUCH FJSHJDHSH
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cousins beach was so surreal in the summertime. it was the busiest time of the year for the small town. the beaches were crowded and the boardwalk never slept.
everyone practically knew everyone. that's what y/n might have loved most about it. besides her close friend isabel conklin of course.
the girls met in the summer of 2017 when y/n's family started driving three hours to their newly bought beach house. it was in the same neighborhood as the beck house, meaning y/n and belly quickly became friends. belly always invited y/n over, and grew fondly of conrad and jeremiah fisher. she eventually learned to enjoy steven's presence as well.
the two girls have been inseparable since. every summer you'd find them attached at the hip, with conrad, jeremiah and steven following behind.
this summer however was different. not for belly though, she was still just as obsessed with the older fisher brother. the summer was already different for y/n. her father made the decision for the girl to get a summer job. her mother wasn't too thrilled with the idea, just wanting her daughter to have a memorable summer. but after officially getting hired at the local bakery, y/n didn't mind.
she's always loved going to the bakery. it was almost tradition for her mother to buy a pie to bring to susannah's fourth of july parties. y/n always begged for the double chocolate chip muffins before they left at the beginning of august. nine out of ten times she left with a smile on her face and a muffin in her hands.
the first week of work went smoothly for y/n. belly stopped by everyday to check on her. jeremiah went with her one morning for a muffin run, and conrad went with her once to buy chocolate chip cookies to cheer up a very upset steven.
two new faces came into the bakery with belly and the fisher brothers. conrad and jeremiah immediately went to the small stand with different flavors of cupcakes. belly walked up to the counter, with the two newcomers trailing behind her.
"hey bells," y/n smiles, leaning against the cold counter.
"hi," she smiles back, "i just had to bring everyone here for the best muffins in the whole wide world."
belly gestures to the two friends behind her. the girl to her right has dirty blonde hair, with thick mascara covering her eyelashes.
"this is taylor," taylor waves.
the boy to her left has brown curly hair, with darker skin than belly's, and y/n can't help but smile when be does.
"and this is cam," belly pushes him forward a bit.
"it's cam cameron actually!" jeremiah interrupts from the other side of the small store.
y/n can't help bit giggle, "cam cameron?"
"yeah, cam or uh- cameron works just as well."
y/n sends him one last smile before turning back towards belly, "so i'm guessing you didn't just come in here to chat?"
belly shakes her head and gives y/n the muffin order, including steven's request who was busy with his summer job at the pool as a server.
y/n was quick to pack the 7 muffins in a box before handing them to belly. she walked over to conrad after paying, with taylor following behind. cam sent a wave to y/n, which she happily reciprocated, before watching them walk out of the store.
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the next day at the bakery was quite boring for y/n. an older couple came in and ordered a cake, and a family of four ordered a dozen muffins. y/n was in the middle of cleaning and rewriting on one of the chalkboards on the wall when the bell above the door rang.
"oh hey cam cameron!" y/n turned to see the curly headed boy from yesterday.
he smiled at the name, not hating it when it came out of her mouth.
"what can i do for you?" she sets down the chalk and walks behind the counter. cam follows as he stands on the opposite side.
he gives her his order, which was one blueberry muffin for himself to enjoy. she slides the small bag across the counter, but cam doesn't want to leave the store just yet.
"seeing as you're not busy," cam chuckles as he looks around the store, "do you mind if i keep you company?"
y/n instantly shakes her head, "no, no not at all. i'd actually love that today. it's been so slow."
cam nods, "yeah i saw the boardwalk was pretty busy on the way over here."
the pair talked for over an hour, when to both of them it only felt like ten minutes. y/n couldn't keep her smile off her face when he was around.
cam pauses in the middle of his story when his phone buzzes from his pocket. "shoot," he sighs, "my mom wants me home for lunch."
cam grabs his bag before walking towards the door, "i'll see you!"
y/n smiles and waves, "bye cam cameron."
for the rest of her shift y/n couldn't stop thinking about cam. their conversation earlier ranged from their favorite foods, to cam's love for marine biology, and even to y/n's hidden talent of being a boss at karaoke (belly's words, not hers.)
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a week had passed and cam stopped by the bakery every day. his order varied from muffins, to cupcakes, to cookies. cam accidentally admitted to the girl he visited her to keep her company. it absolutely warmed her heart and a giggle fell from her lips.
y/n practically skipped out of the bakery and towards her yellow bike. she knew she'd call belly as soon as she got home to tell her what happened with cam today.
the phone rang once, then twice, then belly answered.
"hi y/n! what's up?"
"i may need some girl advice bells."
"i'm sorry?" belly's instantly confused by y/n's words.
y/n groans, not knowing how to word her feelings, "can you just come over? it'll be easier to explain."
not even five minutes after hanging up, belly's knocking on the pale blue door of y/n's parent's beach house.
"cam cameron asked me on a date," y/n was quick to the point once the two girls got to her room.
belly squealed, before asking a million questions. y/n happily answered them all, knowing belly was truly excited for her.
y/n explained to belly that cam asked her right before she left to go home after her shift at the bakery. the sun was setting, and cam was worried he'd miss her if he didn't jog the second half of the route from his house towards the bakery. she found it cute as he seemed more nervous around her today than any other day last week.
cam took a deep breath before asking y/n if she wanted to go to the boardwalk with him. with a bright smile the girl agreed.
which leads to her predicament, of not knowing weather or not cam cameron meant it as a date or not.
"he asked you personally, so obviously it's a date y/n," belly was looking through y/n's closet as the ladder layed on her unmade bed.
"but what if he just sees it as two friends hanging out?" y/n rebuttals.
belly doesn't answer, but instead she comes out with a navy blue corset type of tank top, and grabs the pair of shorts she found in y/n's dresser moments ago.
she holds the articles of clothing together, "because how can he see you as a friend if he sees you in this!"
both girls fall into a fit of giggles before you eventually get ready. y/n still had thirty minutes or so until cam was picking her up, so belly insisted on helping with the rest of the look.
she kept her hair natural, from it already being styled for work earlier in the day. she threw all her jewelry back on, considering she can't wear any at work. y/n always wore two necklaces, five rings (three on her left hand, two on the right), and a handful of bracelets adorned both her wrists.
belly helped with her mascara and lip gloss.
with one last look in her mirror, y/n and belly both giggled as a knock echoed through the whole house.
cam cameron was never speechless, but when he saw y/n standing in front of him words weren't even a thought.
"hi cam," she giggles.
"hey- hey y/n, you look great."
belly not-so-subtley squeezes her way between y/n and the door, greeting cam before she ran back to her own house.
cam and y/n started walking towards the boardwalk. the sun was still in the phase of setting. hues of orange, yellow and pink filled the sky with a couple of clouds.
the walk to the boardwalk wasn't the shortest, but y/n loved the amount of time she's able to spend with cam. they didn't stop talking the whole way there.
cam observed the girl, and noticed the small wrinkles around y/n's eyes when she laughed. he saw her fiddle with the ring on her thumb when she listened to him talk. he loved how excited she got talking about all her favorite rides at the boardwalk.
y/n wasn't the observant type, but cam was the only exception. her heart sped up when his smile got bigger as he talked about marine biology. he loved everything about whales. she noticed during the week, when he got nervous he runs his hand through his hair. he does the same motion as the two finally walk into the buzzing atmosphere of the boardwalk.
"so, what do you want to do first?" cam politely asks.
y/n can't help but giggle again, before grabbing onto his hand, "i have an idea." she simply grabs cam's hand and pulls him towards one of the many games.
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y/n never thought her favorite night of summer would be with a boy she just met this year.
her and cam played almost every game on the boardwalk. y/n won most of them, but when cam beat her at ring toss, he gave her the purple stuffed giraffe, which she didn't dare loosen her grip on it for the rest of the night.
after games, the two sat down on a bench to eat. y/n had a massive plate of chilli cheese fries while cam had funnel cake. y/n wasn't one to question his choice, as he explained he ate an early dinner before he picked her up.
after eating they went into the arcade for a little over an hour. they walked out and the sky was now dark, with a million stars reflecting off the ocean.
now y/n and cam were walking side by side at the other end of the boardwalk. they were near the railing, away from all the games and bright lights, making it more quiet.
"i had a lot of fun tonight cam," y/n's smile hasn't left her face all day, and doesn't falter when she thanks him.
"me too, i'm glad you were able to come."
for a few moments it was quiet between the two. their hands kept brushing into each other's. y/n could feel the warmth radiating off of his hand, she couldn't help but slowly interlock her pinky with his.
"do you mind if we sit?" y/n points to a bench maybe ten feet away, "all the walking is finally catching up to me."
of course cam says yes. they sit beside each other on the cold bench, with the purple giraffe sitting lopsided by y/n's feet.
"are you not cold?" cam asks, suddenly remembering y/n was outside in only a tank top and shorts.
y/n shakes her head, "no uh- not really. i like the cold."
cam tilts his head towards her, "you sure? cause i could easily go to the gift shop for you."
y/n giggles at how sweet cam is, "really, i'm okay cam."
"do you know what you're gonna name it?" cam gestures to the giraffe he won for her earlier in the evening.
y/n shrugs, "i haven't really thought about it yet," she picks up the giraffe and studies it, "what about muffin?"
cam lets out a chuckle, "it's perfect."
a cool ocean breeze blows through the boardwalk. once it reaches y/n and cam, the girl shivers and subconsciously moves closer to cam. his cheeks flush slightly at the contact of her thigh pressing against his, and her shoulder bumping against his own.
"you sure about you not being cold?" cam laughs.
"okay, maybe it's a little cold now," y/n laughs with him.
silently, cam holds his hand open. y/n takes it, and a warm electric feeling flows through her body. cam's hand was shockingly warm, which was a great contrast to y/n's cold skin.
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sadly, the fun night cam had planned for the pair had to come to an end. their hands never left each other's grip as cam walked y/n back to her house. once again, the two talked the whole way back.
y/n sighed once they reached the cobblestone driveway of her house. cam walked her up the steps of her porch, now turning to the girl once they reached the door.
"thank you for today cam," y/n thanked him again.
"i'm glad you had a good time," cam smiled down at the girl.
y/n smiled before leaning up to kiss the boy's cheek. her lips lingered there for a moment. just as she was about to unlock the front door, cam's voice stopped her.
"you missed."
y/n's eyesbrows furrowed.
"you missed," cam repeated.
before y/n can respond, cam grabs her hand again to pull her in front of him. he smiles before pushing his lips softly against y/n's. the kiss lasts for a few seconds before the girl pulls away. her cheeks are pink and her cold skin is suddenly warm.
"i really like you y/n," cam's voice is quiet, afraid to break the moment the two just shared.
to respond, y/n leans up to kiss cam again. this time one of her hands goes to his cheek to make the kiss become deeper. cam smiles against her lips, as his hold on her waist never falters.
this was the first of many dates for cam and y/n, and she loved every single one of them.
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doin’ time - C. Fisher
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mentions of: cussing, makeouts, smut… 18+ MDNI. fem receiving (fingering), cum play, piv unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)
synopsis: at the empty house party you play a quick game of cat and mouse with conrad
wc: 3.5k
a/n: i haven’t proofread this yet
gif from @thatonekimgirl
the purple pink and blue strobe lights that Conrad, Belly, and Jeremiah bought at Paty City made you look like you were glowing. the party was 70's theme and you were dressed in a lime green mini dress with gogo boots, you teased your hair to have a bump paired with a white headband. you had a graphic black liner and you felt beautiful. you were with Cam at the dj booth. you and Cam have always been close, you guys were touchy, but you never liked him, nor did he to you. in fact he told you about his feelings for Skye which you applauded to because you wanted him to be happy.
"can you guys play" Jumper the one who allowed Belly to buy the liquor started his sentence. which was cut off when Skye pointed at the "fuck the requests" sign they made
"sorry the sign speaks" you say sitting next to Cam at a random table
"but" Jumper continues
"respect the playlist" Cam cuts Jumper off with that he walks away from his attempt
"Steven curated this playlist with great intent" Skye says making it sound like a great medicine that could cure all diseases
"to make boys get bitches" you say jokingly which was true you saw four guys within 30 minutes pull a girl upstairs
"rest in peace to their backs" Cam jokes since there were no beds in the house to have sex comfortably with
"so how are you and Conrad" Skye asks you
"what do you mean" it was out of the blue, you didn't know what they were talking about
"y/n you can't be that clueless" Cam pokes at you making you squirm
"i seriously don't know what your guys' game is right now" you say searching their eyes
"he so very obviously likes you" Skye says
"you have some nerve Skye" you say mocking them since they are also in a similar situation with Cam
"what does that mean" Cam asks
"nothing" Skye and you say in unison
"all im saying is that man is smitten with you" Skye says making Cam nod his head in agreement
"yeah right since when" you say taking a sip from your coke
"since you and I got close last summer, he got really stiff and would clench his jaw when we would hold each others hand or even when i had my hand around your waist, his whole mood would switch" Cam says pointing all the times Conrad has been tense
"all those times Belly would walk into the room" you rebuttal Cam’s so very wrong analysis.
"ehhh wrong" both Cam and Skye said in the same time making you laugh at how alike they are
"i've ran tests and experiments, that man always sits next to you and looks for your vote in a decision," Skye says
"fuck you both" you say flipping them off
"time and place" Cam says at lightning speed
"i don't want to get scoliosis" you mock the previous joke you said before
"don't think that's how it works" Skye retorts but nonetheless they laughed as well
"hey y/n let's get a picture" Steven says pulling you away from the two others as Conrad was hiding behind him
"yeah sure" you say hopping off the table saying you'll be right back to the others
as you were following the two boys through the groups of sweaty highlighter bodies you were almost lost and by each step the gap between you and Conrad grew bigger. he looked right behind and saw what was happening. he extended his hand out so the gap would close and you grabbed on. you walked until you were at the bottoms steps of the staircase. surprisingly there was nobody there
"ok stand right there" Steven says as he was looking through the polaroid lens
"did you set this up" you whisper in Conrad's ears as you tiptoe
"no" he says flustered
"he's lying" Steven says making you shocked by his good hearing
"good" you say as you smile wide for the camera as you try your hardest to give Conrad bunny ears. you wait for the flash but Steven takes his time. you could feel Conrad's eyes on you. as well as his arm snake around your waist. were they right? did Conrad really like you? as you get out of your own head you finally get the bright white flash from the camera making this go by faster
"let me see" Conrad says as if he was out of his spell and going over to Steven to see the photo, but the thing about Polaroids is that you have to wait a moment to see the photo develop
"stay with me" Conrad says grabbing you by the waist to take you to the bottom of the stairs and sit
"ok" it wasn't like he asked you to stay it was a demand and you weren't mad about it
"I'm going to find Taylor" Steven says as he walks away
"wear a condom" you scream
"fuck off" Steven screams back
"so how are you and Cam" Conrad asks through gritted teeth
"he's good, going to see if Skye already asks him out" you say trying to slide the fact that you and Cam aren't dating
"oh, I thought you two were a thing" Conrad says trying his hardest to bite back his smile
"no, we're just really close" you say meeting his blue eyes that were now dark with a glint in his eye
"cool" he says not knowing what else to say
"cooool" you say not knowing how to carry the conversation
"yeah" was the only thing muttered from Conrad
"why cool" you say trying to see his thought process
"cool in the fact i spent all of last summer wasting my time with Nicole, no offense to her she's cool, just wanted to talk to you" he says searching your eyes to see if he struck a nerve
"you're cute, dumb and oblivious, but cute" you say as your hand goes to his hair and push it to his ear, making him almost pur to your touch
"i'm the oblivious one" he says in a confused and questionable way
"yes, I'm the one talking to you" you say in the same tone
"you clearly never looked my way" he says pointing at your chest
"bullshit" you say leaning against the railing
"everyone else picked up on it" Conrad says
"ok fine, i was the oblivious one" you say surrounding "give me the photo" you say as enough time has passed so it would be devloped
"what would you give me if i do" Conrad whispered lustfully which caught you off guard
"pfft nothing" you says as you extend your arm to get the photo from his other side
"than no" he says grabbing the photo and extending his arm backwards so you couldn't reach it
"fuck your long arms" you say climbing over his lap and trying to grab the photo which made your boobs hit his face making him kiss them "oh shit my bad" you say retracting back to your previous seat
"no" Conrad says wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you on his lap
"oh" you say as you see Conrad lean in for a kiss and you go in, letting all your muscles relax and allow you to really enjoy this kiss, both your hands on each side of Conrad's face as his are trained on your waist and tangled in your hair
"i really like you" he says pulling away from the kiss to look up at your face seeing how swollen your lips have already gotten
"good, because i like you too" you say smiling at the fact some of your pink lipgloss got on his lips "let me see the photo" you says looking deep into Conrad's eyes as he hands the photo to you
it was you the highest you could possibly go on your tiptoes to give Conrad the bunny ears, but even than you could barely see your fingers. your face was looking straight at the camera with the most derpiest smile you could plaster on. he on the other hand was looking deep into you, he wanted to savor the moment of how you looked while someone takes a picture of you, no one ever does that, their main priority was to look at the lens. and even now as you look deep into the photo and analyze it. Conrad is looking at you seeing how you take something as small as a picture and critique it
"why are you looking at me in this" you say flipping the photo to him
"i don't know" he says, but he was obvlously lying, you could tell he was lying when he says those three words
"you're a liar" you say as you go in for a quick kiss which makes Conrad excited, but you quickly pull away
"booo" he says like a seven year
"not until you tell me the truth" you say looking deep into his eyes as he eyes your lips to make sure he catches everything over the loud music and also because he wants to continue kissing you
"i never get to be that close to you and i really liked you and thought you were dating Cam so I had to take advantage of my time with you" he blurts everything out ready to kiss you again
"awe" you say clapping both of your hands to your face making Conrad pull you into a kiss by grabbing you by the back of your head
"get a fucking room" Jeremiah says to the both of you
"we'll take yours asshole" Conrad says jokingly
"ewww gross" he says walking down the hall
"do you want to" Conrad says trying not to push anything, but he did really want you, but he wouldn't say anything because he didn't want to sway your vote
"umm sure" you say putting a piece of hair behind your ear
“here follow me” Conrad says as he carrie’s you off his lap so you could stand and than he got up.
he grabbed your hand in his and led you up the stairs. you were close with Belly so you knew enough about the house layout. but it was all empty now so it felt odd and anything but a home. it was just a house now. his room was empty. you tried to picture having a good comfortable time but you couldn’t. he could see the expression all written on your face.
“we could use a floaty” he says scratching the back of his head
“and pop it” you laugh thinking of the idea of doing it only to pop it in the middle of it
“i want it to be nice” he says trying not to have just a hookup. he really liked you. he wanted this night to be special. he finally got his girl
“it could be nice another day, hooking up at a party is already so unclassy” you say pulling him for a kiss
“ok but than where” he says in between your kiss
“what about the bathroom” it was the only place that could be remotely nice
“ok follow me” he says kissing you once last time on your gore head, lips, and lastly neck
Conrad grabbed your hand and took you down the hall to the bathroom. surprising it wasn’t busy. when you opened the door Conrad immediately locked the door. after he instantly cornered you at a wall so you couldn’t leave him. which you weren’t planning on it either way
“hey” Conrad said leaning his forehead on yours
“hi” you say leaning in to kiss him. leaned in for a kiss. it was deep and passionate. you felt yourself relax. your shoulders fell down as your hands followed his face to his jaw and let them stay there. as Conrad was deepening the kiss you let out a slight moan. it was music to Conrad’s ears. he wanted to hear more. he was hungry to hear more.
“i need you” Conrad pulls away from you with blissed out eyes
“fuck- me too” you say as Conrad picks you up and sits you at the sink
he lifted your dress up to reveal your dark red laced thong. he felt himself snap. he needed you. he needed to be inside you.
as he pulled the thong all the way down. “god you’re so wet” he puts the red lace in his pocket for ‘safe keeping’
he licked his two fingers as lubricant and started to finger you. you followed his fingers as they disappeared and reappeared. sucking on your bottom lip to not draw attention to the bathroom. even though no one could hear you over the loud music.
“look at me when i’m fucking you” Conrad demanded. he wanted to see how your face contoured at his actions. making him feel good inside
if he could he would do this to you all day. he’s been dreaming about this ever since he could remember. he continued with his action. adding fingers as he goes. as he did you gasped into his forearm almost drawing blood with your red nails. Conrad was circling your clit with his other hand to speed the processes up. he needed you.
“Conrad” you whispered lowly and it snapped. Conrad and you. with the white liquid falling down his hand.
“god i need you” as he licks his fingers clean and leaning down to kiss you, tasting yourself
“you’re all i need” you say with fucked out eyes
Conrad unbuttoned his pants, dropping everything with it. making you take his shirt off. leaving him exposed. you opened your legs wider for him.
“fuck” Conrad leans in to kiss you biting your bottom lip as he pulls away “i don’t have a condom” he says flatly
“it’s fine, i’m on the pill” you say as you get the cum spilling from you and rubbing it on Conrad to lubricat him.
“i need to feel you” Conrad says desperately as he pushes inside you. kissing you to hide your moans.
he was huge. you don’t know what you were expecting but he was stretching you in the best way possible. the whole time knowing Conrad you never ever thought about his size. as he entered inside you, you leaned against the mirror and exposing your neck. moaning loudly to the way Conrad is making you feel giving him a confidence boost. as he continued his actions you would look down because you liked the view and every time Conrad lifted your head to see him. and when he did you moaned because he was the one fucking your cunt.
“let me hear you” Conrad whispered in your ear
“fuck Connie” you say grabbing Conrad and making out with him
something about you being fucked in retro clothes. and how Conrad liked the dress because he could see your boobs which allowed him to leave hickeys down your chest as a manrepelent. that he is the one for you and only you. you tugged on his hair to make him moan, which led to him kissing you deeply, hitting a new spot
“y/n you need to take a picture with me and Taylor” Belly says loudly through the door
“mm- yeah on it just doing some-e touch ups” you struggle to speak because Conrad just kept going deeper and circling your clit trying to make you mess up
as you heard the steps walk away you let out a loud moan which you weren’t expecting. the white substance running down your legs as Conrad just looks amazed at you.
“that was so hot” Conrad says hiding his face into your neck leaving new hickeys to decorate your body in the morning “turn around” Conrad demanded
“but-“
“please it’ll be quick”
and so you did. you didn’t know why but you trusted him with everything you had inside of you. maybe because you knew him amongst all your life, but either way he was making you feel so good today.
he turned you around so your face was looking at the mirror. it was fogged up from the steam coming from the both of you. Conrad aligned himself again going deeper and faster keeping the same pace he liked how your face would come close to the mirror almost hitting it. your eyes were watering and you were trying not to let them stream and ruin your makeup, but he just kept going
your hair was all sorts of tangled. your eyeliner and masacra running and your lipstick was smudged. your boobs were spilling out from the top of the dress as Conrad kept pounding inside of you.
“you look so fucking hot” Conrad says looking at you from the mirror
“yeah” you say half moan half question
“fuck yeah” Conrad affirmed
“take a picture” you say grabbing his phone from the counter and putting it on selfie mode. letting both you and Conrad in the photo as you but your lip and he concentrates on making you feel good
“fuck that was hot” he says as you put it in his hidden photos
you would look at his face from the mirror he was so focused on pleasuring you. and than another moment he would make eye contact with you through the mirror. his naked body heaving from the lost of air.
he leaned down to where your ear was nibbling at it and licking it to add more stimulus and make you come which was successful. you grasped into the sink so hard that you thought you would break it and moaned so loud that Conrad made you face him and kiss him to suppress the noise. because even though he liked hearing you, that was loud enough to hear over the music and didn’t want to stop the fun
“Conrad-” you say clenching on Conrad’s shaft
your stomach was tightening for the third time this night. you felt your body come to a stop, everything inside you started to tighten. you were sure your mascara was running
Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you ramble. He speeds his movements, knowing you’re close
“You’re so beautiful.” he thought. The way your head is titled back, your mouth wide open. He loves the way your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. He couldn’t help but smile, not being able to stop admiring you.
He watches your face as you unravel, feeling him come close behind. “Ohmygod, fuck. Conrad, please,” you begin to pull away from him and look forward, the overstimulation almost painful. you came so hard tipping Conrad over the edge and following behind.
as he pulls out you felt the cold air hit you and you arched your back, Conrad looks at the sight and wishes he could take a picture. he uses his fingers to push the cum in.
“what are you doing” you ask standing straight but losing your balance
“i want you to walk around with my cum inside you” Conrad says leaning in to kiss you
“you’re so annoying” you say turning around to the fogged you mirror and cleaning it with your hand. fixing your eyes and smudged lips.
“i’m keeping these” Conrad pulls your underwear from his pocket
“no!” you yelp running to grab them but breaking your ankles
“did i do i that” Conrad asks at your lose of walking skills
“shut up” you say walking slowly to the door and walking away struggling
“two new photos today” he says referring back to the polaroid and the explicit version
“only for you” you say fixing your dress down your body as you take your shoes off to be able to walk a little better
“what now” Conrad asked
“i’m tired let me lay with you” you say wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss you
“ok” he says with a polite smile
you didn’t really understand how he could destroy you one moment and than the nicest person in the world. a person who would want to give you the world. and you enjoyed it. it kept you on your toes.
you quickly run to his room to make sure one one else could see your state of fucked up appearance. but your plan failed as Conrad quickly swooped you taking you in for a quick kiss making you smile.
“i have some extra clothes if you want” he asks pulling them out to you
“ooo give me” you say changing quickly in the corner of his room
“you’re funny” he says laughing laying down on his blanket and pillow
“what why” you say putting the shirt over your head and walking back to him
“you were all about yourself a second ago and than now you’re all shy” he says poking you
“oh shut up” you say moving your body so your back faced him
“make me” he says towering over your face so he could be kissed by you
a/n: i take requests!
#mntalbrakdown#belly x conrad#conrad fisher#conrad fisher x reader#conrad fisher x reader smut#conrad fisher x y/n#team conrad#conrad fisher x you#jeremiah fisher#conrad x reader#conrad x belly#cam cameron#conrad fisher imagine#the summer i turned pretty#conrad fisher fanfic#conrad fisher x fem!reader#jeremiah fisher x reader#tsitp conrad#conrad fisher angst#conrad fisher smut#conrad fisher fluff#conrad fisher icons#conrad fisher one shot#conrad fisher au
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i honestly want to write for the summer i turned pretty but i don’t know if that’s like a big audience??? especially because i’m dying to hear thoughts about cam cameron because he’s been my no1 guy since the books and i KNOW he has like no screentime but i wanna give him the love he deserves. anyway my question is, would anybody be interested in reading those fics??? pls send in requests if you would me - i’ll write for cam, conrad, jeremiah, steven, taylor or belly <33
#conrad fisher x reader#jeremiah fisher x reader#cam cameron x reader#steven conklin x reader#taylor jewel x reader#belly conklin x reader#conrad fisher x you#conrad fisher x y/n#conrad fisher fanfic#conrad fisher fluff#jeremiah fisher x y/n#jeremiah fisher x you#jeremiah fisher fanfic#jeremiah fisher fluff#conrad fisher x fem!reader
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cam cameron and the readers first time?
THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I LOVE U BAE!!
First Time
Cam Cameron x fem! Reader
synopsis: after your date with cam, things escalate when he decides to stay with you at your house
warnings: 18+, smut, first time sex, fingering
word count: 1.3k
a/n: I LOVE CAM SO MUCH!! i’m gonna need AE to come out with team cam shirts ASAP!! also spoiler alert for season 2 episode 4 BUT HAVE U SEEN JEREMIAH AND BELLY OH MY GOD THE HAND HOLDING CAUSED ME TO SCREAMMMM. TEAM JEREMIAH!! mark smut coming out soon!! (i hope)
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“I can’t believe you beat me in ski ball,” you giggled as you looked over at Cam. “I’m like the reigning champion.”
He shrugged. “Turns out working at an arcade does come in hand sometimes.” You cracked a smile before letting out a snicker.
You were a debutante last year which is where you met Cameron. Both your guys' moms worked at the country club that hosted the ball. You would run into him often because of this. After a while, you developed a little crush on him and had asked him to be your escort since you didn’t have one.
It wasn’t until this year you actually decided to pursue something with him. You finally asked him out on a date and he picked the location, which was the arcade he worked at since he got a discount.
Cam had just dropped you off at your house and refused to let you walk up to your front door alone. He was truly a gentleman who was adorable and he knew it.
You grabbed your key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. “Can I come in and say hi to your mom?” he asked, peeking his head through the open door.
You giggled and looked back at him again. “No, my parents aren’t home.”
“Oh.” He then looked down at his phone, presumably checking the time before tucking it back into his pocket. “You sure you don’t want to come back to my house? I don’t want you to be here alone.”
You shook your head. “No, my dad wouldn’t like me going over to a boy’s house at night.” He nodded his head and flashed a quick smile, agreeing with you. “But you can stay here and keep me company!”
You didn’t even think twice about the offer, you just said it. His eyebrows raised slightly as his cheeks dusted a red tint. “Okay,” he gushed.
You let him into the house before shutting the door behind you two and locking the door. You watched as he admired the interior of the house, his mouth slightly hung open. “What?” you laughed.
“Nothing!” he said as he looked back at you. “Your house just looks like a beach house.”
“Well it is on the beach.” This won a chuckle out of him as he continued looking around. “You want a tour?” you asked as you walked up to him.
“Sure!” he answered as he nodded his head.
You grabbed his hand and led him around the entire downstairs. According to him, his favorite room was the living room due to the fireplace. You then led him upstairs and showed him every other room before leading him to your own room.
You opened the door and led him in. “Here’s my room. Sorry, it’s a little messy.” There was a t-shirt and a pair of socks lying on your unmade bed. You quickly took those off and threw them in your laundry basket.
At least your room smelled good because of the essential oils you had just purchased. “I like the vines on the wall,” he commented as he pointed at them.
You giggled, “Put them up myself.” You then plopped down on the bed and looked at him as he took in every corner of your room. “You wanna watch something? I can pull something up on my Mac.”
He nodded his head and sat down on the bed next to you.
…
You weren’t sure how it happened, but one thing led to another and now you were on top of him making out. You pulled away and looked down at him as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths.
“Have you done this before?” he asked. His eyes reminded you of a puppy. There was so much innocence in them and his lashes gave his eyes a more doe look.
You were tempted to lie and said you had, but staring into his eyes just poured the truth out of you. “Uh… no,” you answered. “Have you?”
“Nuh uh,” he said. You licked your lips and looked off to the side. “Do you… uh… want to?”
You looked back at him and hesitantly nodded your head. You could hear the beating of your heart in your ear, the silence between you two was deafening.
“Okay,” he breathed out. His hand met the side of your face before tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear.
He smiled at you and gently leaned forward to capture your lips in his once more. You sighed against his lips, his touch sending chills down your spine.
Your hands slid up his shirt causing a groan to escape from his lips. He kissed you harder and deeper this time. You could feel his tongue poking at your bottom lip, hoping to meet yours. You let him do so, his tongue danced with his.
You felt his hands run up your shirt, his hands felt cold against your heated skin. It made you shiver a bit but you enjoyed every second of it.
You pulled away again and let him take off your shirt. He stared at your topless body, drooling over your figure.
You gasped softly, your breath hitching when his fingers brushed across your breasts. Your hips jolted as your nipples hardened beneath your bra.
“Fuck,” you whispered.
He noticed your reaction and stopped what he was doing. “Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded your head, leading him to cup your breasts again.
Him touching you felt nice, but you wanted to do more than that. You were just too nervous to ask. You didn’t want to obviously have full on sex, but you at least wanted him to do more.
Your face must’ve given that away because he asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“Uh,” you thought about it for a minute. “Can you… uh…” Your face turned bright red as embarrassment washed over you. “Finger me?”
His cheeks flushed crimson and his eyes widened. He pulled his finger away as he nodded. “Yeah,” he answered. You hopped off of him and laid down on the bed next to him.
His gaze softened and you gave him an encouraging grin. He swallowed hard before he slid his hand down your shorts.
Your breaths hitched as your eyes fluttered close. His fingers moved in a circular motion around your clit. You opened your eyes as you held back any sounds that may escape your lips.
He pulled you back into a kiss, it tasted like vanilla ice cream and mint toothpaste. He moved a little faster, rubbing your clit with his ring and middle fingers until you let a moan slip in his mouth.
He then inserted his fingers inside you, your wetness made it easier for him. Your back arched as you let out a louder moan.
His kisses became more frantic, almost desperate. Every time he moved his fingers or thrust into your depths you would squirm. A small whine left your mouth as your hips bucked upwards.
You finally pulled away since you needed to catch your breath. His fingers sent a wave of pleasure through you. “Cam,” you whimpered. His wet fingers pulled out of you and continued to massage your clit until you finally came undone.
Your whole body felt drowsy but still buzzing with excitement. When your orgasm had passed and your breathing returned to normal you rolled onto your side. “Do you want to do it again?” you asked him with a grin.
He nodded and crawled back on top of you, but before anything could escalate, the sound of jingling keys and the front door opened echoed through the house
“Fuck,” you mumbled. “My parents.” You rolled your eyes.
He chuckled, “Now I can say hi to your mom.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off you.
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A Conrad Fisher best friends to lovers one. Denial from both of them and angst even though they both love each other. Maybe drunk kissing/jealousy?
SOBER THOUGHTS DRUNK ACTIONS
PAIRINGS. conrad fisher x fem reader
SUMMARY. your beginning of the summer party takes a turn…
WARNINGS. drinking, making out, cheating (not really)
AUTHORS NOTE. i love this one!! the emotional knees always get me! hope you enjoy <3 not proofread yet
WORD COUNT. to be counted.
the only thing that was distracting you from the fact that conrad had his arm around another girl was the loud music booming from the speakers.
you guys throw a massive beginning of the summer party now that you guys were back in cousins.
you had gotten there just a week before to plan it and were talking about it even before summer started.
so now that it was here, you were supposed to be having an awesome time.
confirmed: you were not having an awesome time.
belly was with her new summer bae; cam cameron. steven was with another girl he’d met at his job. jere was somewhere off with who knows…and conrad? conrad was with a girl who looked disappointingly beautiful.
your stare burned holes on the side of his face.
you were raging because even though you both are super close best friends you’ve had feelings for him for forever and you felt as if you should’ve done something about it before he was able to get a girlfriend.
but now here you are, staring at them laughing and giggling with their feet dipped in the pool like the cute little couple they were. ugh.
you wanted to bury your thoughts and feelings so you went ahead and served you some spiked punch that steven had made.
as time went on you had one too many of those cups. you weren’t blackout drunk per se but you would be waking up to a killer headache the next morning that’s for sure.
you stumbled outside carrying your red cup in one hand and your phone in the other.
you walked up to conrad and his new girl not even thinking of what to say.
“oh hey y/n…” conrad had suspicion in his voice. “a-are you okay?”
conrad had never seen you like this. sure maybe you guys have gotten tipsy a few times together but never this drunk.
“oh i’m fine connie dont worry a-about me!” you slurred patting his shoulder. “and you are?” you eyes the girl next to him.
“oh im nicole” she smiled. “it’s really nice to meet you.”
“mmm yeah nice to meet you! i didn’t know little connie here had a girlfriend!” you looked at him then back at her.
“oh uh it’s something fairly new…” she admitted awkwardly. “hopefully soon though right?” she tried to laugh it off.
“y/n, i think we should get you some water.” he tried to guide you back toward the back door of the house.
“oh no no! you wouldn’t wanna leave your girlfriend here all alone would you??” you grabbed his arm and pushed it off you. “by all means don’t let me ruin this beautiful conversation you’re having.”
you stumbled backward but didn’t realize you hit the edge of the pool.
conrad tried to grab your hand but it was too late as you fell onto your back into the water.
you didn’t realize what was going on until you genuinely couldn’t breathe due to the water that made its way inside your throat and nose.
you heard someone else jump in and grab you pulling you up.
you were coughing and choking on the water gagging trying to take a breath.
“fuck fuck fuck!” you heard conrad’s voice as he lead you to the edge of the pool. “come on y/n. you’re okay.”
you grabbed hold of the ledge trying to keep yourself up as you tried to cough and get some air.
as you were calming down you saw jere above you lending you a hand.
you grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull you so that you were on your knees trying to breathe slowly.
“what the fuck happened?” he asked conrad.
“dude she’s fucked up right now. i gotta go take her to her room. she’s done for the night.” he said. his words had to ur blood boiling.
you had cleared your throat enough to speak. “you don’t make decisions for me. i’m…i’m fine!” you stumbled away heading toward the gate that led to the beach.
you tried to scrunch up your shorts to get rid of the water as well as your shirt. you heard someone else behind you and the gate slam.
“y/n! get back here.” conrad.
“leave me alone.” you said. not bothering to yell it out.
“look, let’s just go back inside so that you can clean up. i know you’re not comfortable in these wet clothes and neither am i.” he grabbed your arm once again and for a split second you were going to push him away but he was right.
you hated being in wet clothes.
“i’m only doing this because i want to.” you muttered walking back to the house.
as soon as you made it upstairs you went straight to your room and conrad followed you.
you turned around, annoyed. “i don’t remember inviting you to come in.”
he put his hands up in defense. “i just need to make sure you’re okay. you need to hydrate.”
“i’m fine. i don’t need you to babysit me.” you start brushing out your hair. it’s the one think that would calm you down. to have untangled hair.
“i know you don’t. why the fuck are you acting like this?” he was getting irritated by the minute.
“go back with your fucking girlfriend conrad.” you dismissed him.
“no. i am here because i need to make sure you are okay.” he walked further into your bathroom.
“whatever.” you mumbled looking at yourself.
“can you look at me?” he sternly questioned. “why are you being weird?”
“if you’re gonna be here can you be here silently.” you were persistent on showing him how mad you were. even if it was unfair.
conrad’s frustration was really starting to blind him.
he moved you so that you were looking at him not realizing how close you two were.
you were leaned against the bathroom counter hands on it trying to hold yourself; his face inches from yours.
“what’s wrong?” he was searching your eyes for something.
your eyes started to sting from the tears that were forming. “nothing.” you whispered.
his eyebrows furrowed. he saw how emotional you were becoming and he hated it. he didn’t know what to do.
you were looking at him surveying his face which was doing the same thing.
you looked at him with love. you couldn’t help it. you tilted your head to the side shutting your eyes causing a few tears to fall.
looks like you were an emotional drunk.
you then leant your head on his shoulder silently trying to stop crying.
his arms wrapped around you.
you guys stood there for a moment. you then took a deep breath and sniffed to stop your nose from running.
you lifted up your head to meet the same blue eyes. your breathing stopped for a second as he wasn’t making eye contact with you. he was looking at your lips like he was thinking of his next step.
you didn’t know what to do but before you could act out on anything, he connected your lips.
you didn’t know how to respond until his hands grabbed your face taking dominance of the kiss causing you to start kissing back.
as he molded his lips with yours you breathed in his scent. he smelled like the ocean and vanilla.
he tasted like the fruit punch you were drinking earlier. his hands were soft and warm making you feel so safe.
he pushed his tongue into your mouth earning a whimper from him.
he then tapped your leg and whispered, “jump.” causing you to follow his words.
you jumped as he carried you and placed you on the counter.
his hands were on your hips continuing to push you further back until you had to prop yourself on your hands to keep yourself from hitting your head or falling against the mirror.
you continued to kiss for a few more seconds before you both had to catch your breath.
his mouth was next to your ear. you could here every single breath, every hitch. you closed your eyes taking in the moment.
“i love you, y/n.” he whispered in your ear. “for a while i’ve felt this way.”
he was admitting it all now.
you were stunned. your eyes opened up immediately sobering up.
“i…i…” you stuttered.
he pulled back, both of you face to face now.
“you don’t have to say anything but i need you to know how i feel.” he reassured.
“i love you.” you said.
he immediately smiled
you smiled back starting to giggle excessively.
he kissed you once more then pulled away.
“can we please get ready for bad and continue to tell each other how much we love each other.” he asked nuzzling his nose to your cheek.
“mmm, yes please.”
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Bee you’re so amazing and sweet and kind and I hope you know what a beautiful positive impact you’re on this site 💙
I saw you’re accepting Steven Grant requests and my heart is singing cause I miss him so much!!! Might I suggest sweet and shy Steven finding every excuse available to go see you at work but never working up the courage to ask you out until one day he thinks someone else will ask you on a date and he finds his courage to do it first?
AN | I’ve missed him! He’s the best and I’m glad he’s back😌
Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 2.9k
Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight
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"Your friend is here again," Cameron's voice caused you to look up from the espresso machine. You looked around the cafe in confusion, "well, your favorite customer."
"My favorite customer?" You echoed as Cameron laughed. There were a lot of people who came in on a regular basis so you had no clue as to who they could be referring to, "umm…who?"
"I think his name is Steven?" At the sound of his name your entire face lit up. Alright, maybe you did have a favorite customer, "so I was right!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, your entire face flushing with warmth, "he's just like anyone else. He just happens to be extra nice."
"He's been walking around outside for like ten minutes now," you peeked past Cameron and looked outside, indeed finding him pacing around. You couldn't help but giggle at him, "wonder if he'll actually come in."
"I'm sure he will," you certainly hoped so anyway, "maybe he's just waiting for a call or something."
"Or maybe his favorite barista is making him nervous and he's trying to get his act together," Cameron suggested as you shrugged innocently, "he's finally going to ask you out!"
“Oh my - stop!” you were laughing nervously and trying to hide your flaming face. You were definitely trying not to imagine him actually asking you on a date. It was a scenario you had imagined and daydreamed of about a thousand times before. But never once had you allowed yourself to believe that it might actually come true. And yet…you shook your head to yourself as you aggressively scrubbed a spot on the counter that you hoped was burnt chocolate and not anything else. You could feel Cameron’s eyes focused on you, “listen. I-I’m not going to flatter myself and think that he might actually like me.”
“And just why not, miss ma’am?” they asked as you shrugged, mumbling something under your breath. They were still waiting for your answer as you turned around and groaned loudly, “I’m telling you, and I would never lie to you, that is something is definitely there between the two of you. Like a spark or something.”
“Cam-” you cast another look outside and found Steven still there. Utter panic and confusion was etched onto his handsome face and you made a small sound of concern. You hoped that nothing was wrong, “he’s like a friend at best.”
“But he could be more if you’d both stop being such weenies,” and yeah, you couldn’t deny that they weren’t necessarily wrong.
“I’m just…I’m gonna go and make sure he’s okay,” you whipped off your apron and tossed it on the counter before walking past the counter and outside the small patio area. At the sound of the bell twinkling over the door, Steven turned around and looked and was immediately surprised to see you standing there. You smiled softly and held up your hand in a small wave, “hey Steven.”
“H-hi,” he stammered nervously, cheeks immediately darkening as he took you in. The reality was that he’d been trying to work up the courage to come in and see you, and hopefully not make a fool of himself. It seemed like every time he saw, his brain turned to absolute mush and he wasn’t able to form even a single coherent sentence. A part of him that had hoped that by now he’d be able to actually hold a conversation with you but that seemed like an impossible challenge.
“Is everything alright?” you asked softly and his eyes widened in panic, “I-I don’t mean to pry it was just that we noticed you pacing around. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Yes, of course,” he wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed by the fact that you’d noticed him pacing, or more touched by the idea that you cared enough to go and check on him. Both…definitely both. You visibly relaxed at the small smile on his face, “I was just…thinking.”
“Oh! Well, we’ve all been there,” the temptation to ask what he was thinking about was almost too great, but you held your tongue. You weren’t sure if he had actually planned on coming inside or if he was going to leave now, but you weren’t ready to part from him, “do you want to come in and I can make you a tea? We’ve just finished baking some fresh biscuits if you’d care to sample.”
“You want me to come in?” he pointed at himself, almost in disbelief and wanting to make sure you were sure. He wouldn’t flatter himself with the idea that you wanted to spend time with him. But what if…
“Yes, silly! Who else?” you put your hand on his arm and gently motioned for him to follow you. Once reality caught up with him, he smiled and eagerly followed into the warm, cozy cafe. He’d learned to love spending time here, especially whenever his schedule coincided with yours, “c’mon!”
“Right behind you,” he promised gently. He was at the point where he was pretty sure that he’d already follow you whenever you went. And that realization was both exciting and terrifying, “right behind you.”
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Steven, sweet, shy Steven had grown very fond of you. Or in love with you as Marc liked to put. He didn’t necessarily agree or disagree on that account. He often came in when you were working if his schedule coincided with yours. He’d more or less memorized the days and times you worked but in truth it had been accidental. He was keenly aware of a lot of things and you had just become such a regular part of his life and he had become very attuned to you.
It was a dreary afternoon when Steven got off work, and on a weekend on top of it, he decided he could do with a warm afternoon pick-me-up. And he’d get to see you, which was a definite pick-me-up on its own. There was a definite spring to his step as he made his way over to your little cafe, and he even allowed himself to daydream of asking you on a date. It was something that he’d thought about often, more than he ever dared to admit, but he just couldn’t manage to turn into a reality.
Marc had even tried to coach him on it, encouraging him to finally ask you instead of just talking about it. Steven had almost even felt ready to do it, but then he just…couldn’t. He’d see your pretty face and that sugar sweet smile and he’d practically melt into a puddle. A puddle that couldn’t do much more than stare longingly at times.
But today felt different. Today felt like the day he might actually have the courage in his bones to ask you. Maybe it was an overinflated sense of self or something in the air but it all just felt so right. Feeling extra bold, he even allowed himself to stop at one of the small street vendors and purchase a small bouquet of flowers. You’d mentioned it once in passing that you liked daisies more than anything and once he spotted them he knew he was going to grab them for you.
By the time he made his way into the cafe, his eyes were already scanning the place for you. When he spotted you, he grew delighted and was ready to rush over. When he realized the current situation you were in, he stopped in his tracks and inhaled sharply.
You were standing at the counter, leaning on your elbows as you chatted away with some customer. A very handsome customer from what Steven could discern from only seeing his backside. His heart practically dropped into his stomach at the sweet expression on your face. You were clearly invested into the conversation and that made him take a few steps back and contemplate running out the door.
As thought you had some kind of sixth sense for him, you looked up and locked eyes with him. His big, brown eyes softened but the expression on his face was nothing short of panic as you waved cheerily at him. He held up the flowers in return as your curiosity piqued - who were the flowers for? You, a part of your heart secretly wished.
“Hi Steven!” you excused yourself from the other - a friend maybe? - and went over to him, “fancy meeting you here.”
“I could say the same to you,” he managed to tease in return, heart beating wildly inside his chest. You always managed to make him nervous, butterflies exploding in his stomach and heart practically stopping. He felt more like a boy rather than a grown man, but it was a feeling he still managed to love and crave. He looked down at the flowers in his hands and back at your inquisitive eyes before deciding to just do it. It was now or never, “t-these are for you.”
“For me?” and yeah. He instantly knew he’d made the right decision as soon as the simple question escaped your lips. He nodded shyly before handing them over to you, “oh my goodness. They’re daisies! I love them - Steven, I…thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he stammered over his words and found it almost impossible to meet your eyes. He was sure he would have melted into a puddle then and there, “I should umm… I can see-”
“Come on,” you were almost pleading with him. And honestly, who was he to say no to you? You almost skipped behind the counter, grabbing a large pitch and filling it with cool water before putting your new flowers into it. Each step was done with gentle reference before you turned back to him, “what can I make you?”
“Oh, you don’t have to-” he leaned against the counter and tried to play you off, but you weren’t having it. You put your hand on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze, and his heart almost stopped.
“Don’t even try that on me, Steven,” you insisted and he just made a small sound in response, “your regular or can I try something new and surprise you?”
“Surprise me,” he squeaked as you busied yourself with making him something special. You continually surprised him and it was one of the things he was coming to adore about you. He decided to be bold and push his luck and see if he could get a little information about the man that you had been chatting to. Just you know…out of sheer curiosity. For science…or something like that, “busy day?”
“Oh you know, just the usual,” you waved your hand around, brow furrowed in concentration and tongue peeking out of your mouth, “average weekend afternoon. Lots of tourists and all that. What about you?”
“There’s a new exhibit on the old kingdom of Egypt at the museum,” he tried to contain his excitement; he loved talking about his job and he knew you liked hearing about it but he didn’t want to bore you either. He was still trying to figure out where the line was, “so lots of crowds, but they all seemed excited, which makes it worthwhile.”
“That’s great,” you smiled at it, handing him the beverage you had made specially for him, “I’d love to see sometime! I’ll have to come by sometime when you’re working, and you can give me the tour. If you’d like…”
“I’d love that,” his entire face lit up as you made up your mind that you would see him as soon as got an afternoon off when he was working, “there’s so much I could show you.”
“I’m sure you could,” you agreed as you went to grab him a fresh pastry, “Steven, I-”
Before you could manage to say anything else, you heard your name being called from the back. You sighed softly and gave Steven an apologetic look before turning towards the kitchen, “sorry, duty calls - I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
“Of course, yes, definitely,” his entire face was falling as he watched you walk away. Realistically he knew that you were at work and had to attend to your job but it still wished you could stay. There was something so magnetic about you that continued to draw him in. You were like a warm, sweet hot chocolate on a rainy afternoon, or a gentle, soft breeze on a perfect spring day, “bye…”
Alright, he was really ging to need to do something and either ask you out finally or just let this all go and move on. But being stuck in this odd limbo of sorts was only to make things worse or continue to break his heart. And, he wagered with himself, if he asked you out and you said no, he’d know where he stood. But…it would still break his heart a little if you only wanted to be friends.
What a dilemma indeed.
Marc was going to kick his ass later for not asking you out today when he had the perfect opportunity to say so.
Heck.
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Steven kept his distance for a few days, which you definitely noticed. You were sure that he was busy with work and life and tried not to let it bother you but you definitely missed his presence. It was hard not to notice the absence of the sunshine he brought in all the time.
Steven, meanwhile, had been trying to work up the nerve to come and see you. He had promised himself (and Marc) that the next time he saw you he was going to ask you out. There were no if ands or buts at this point. Unless, you know, there was an emergency or something…then it would just be rude. Anyway -
He made his way to the cafe and came inside without allowing himself to have any second thoughts. To his dismay and chagrin, he found the same customer from the other day chatting you up again. Talk about bad timing. He waited until the man left and made a beeline over to you.
“Hey there!” you looked at him with starry eyes and a bright smile, “I’ve missed you!”
“Hi, I - wait. You’ve missed me?” he asked softly as you nodded, “it’s been a busy few days.”
“You don’t have to explain to me,” you insisted, “just know that whenever I get to see you I’m happy.”
“Will you go out with me?” he blurted his question out before he could take it back or have any second thoughts. You blinked at him owlishly a few times, trying to make sure that you’d heard him correctly. When you saw the pretty pink blush creeping into his neck and cheeks you were positive you’d heard him correctly.
“Like on a date?” you asked, you know, just to clarify.
“Y-yeah,” he answered nervously as you inhaled sharply, a sound of excitement, “I-I am. Unless you’re dating someone already! Like-like that guy you were talking to earlier.”
“James?” you made a sound of amusement before waving off the idea that you had anything romantic with him, “he’s my cousin! He’s been here visiting, that’s all.”
“Oh,” his embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by his excitement and nerves. That meant…, “oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” you teased lightly, “but umm…if the offer still stands, then I’d love to take you up on it.”
“You want to go on a date?” he pointed at himself as you giggled, unable to stop yourself from the incredulous look on his face, “with me?”
“Yes!” you hoped that he could understand just how much you wanted this too. The idea of asking him out had crossed your mind several times and you had almost done it yourself but the right situation just hadn’t come up, “I’d really like that.”
“Right, yeah, me too,” he seemed almost like he was incredibly surprised by your eagerness, “so then it’s a date.”
“It’s a date,” you confirmed, a saccharine silence falling over the two of you. You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, “how does tonight work? I’m off in about an hour.”
“Tonight?!” you hoped he wasn’t getting cold feet now that the reality of an actual date hit him. You shrugged sheepishly before nodding, “yeah…tonight works. That’d be…great.”
“Good,” you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, “do you want to wait or meet me back here later?”
“I’ll wait,” he touched the spot on his cheek that had been blessed by your lips, a starry look on his face, “maybe with a tea in the meantime?”
“I can do that,” yeah, you liked this guy a lot. And you were excited to see where it could all go, “that sounds perfect.”
“Yes,” he agreed, “perfect.”
#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x fem!reader#steven grant x you#steven grant imagine#steven grant one shot#moon knight#oscar isaac
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dress
“even in my worst times, you could see the best of me”
pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader
summary: in which you and cam have hated each other for as long as you can remember. but what if that hatred wasn’t actually what you thought it was.
warnings: fluff, angst (a little idk), enemies to lovers, lmk if i should add more, not edited
a/n: FINALLY i’m back yall!! i’ll probably disappear for like another few months again but i really had to post this one bc there aren’t enough fics for my bae cam 🫶🏼 and my requests are open!! i don’t want my work copied, translated and/or posted on another platform without it being discussed with me.
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Inhale. Exhale.
The nerves were flooding in as you waited for your turn to be ‘presented to society’. Being a debutant and actually participating in the stuff you found nonsense at first was the last thing you expected you’d be doing this summer. What you didn’t expect in a million years either, was falling for the one you sworn you hated with every single part of you.
You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but it hit you hard when you heard that Belly broke up with Cam. Thoughts of the two of you being together flooded your mind, and though you tried to push them away, they lingered.
Instead of pursuing these thoughts, you distanced yourself from Cam, which turned out to be more difficult than expected since he seemed to be everywhere you were.
Cam was taken aback by your sudden distance. Although you both disliked each other, you never missed the opportunity to bicker. Now, whenever he tried to engage, you either ignored him or replied formally without any insults.
And if Cam had to be honest, it made him feel this pain in his chest. Especially when you started to hangout him with this guy you had met at the bonfire. The same guy you befriended to try to forget Cam. And also the same guy who was your escort to the debutant ball.
Cam tried to come up with reasons for your distance, and one day, he found himself standing in front of your house. Cam wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do, but he was determined to see you. His heart skipped a beat when he made it to the porch and he halted in front of the door, taking a deep breath in.
He was about to knock, when a thought jumped into his head.
You were scrolling on your phone, trying everything to get Cam out of your head. But everything you saw reminded him of you. You even came past a video of whales and wanted to scream out loud. Why was your phone working against you?
A knock on your window interrupted your furious thoughts and confusion washed over you. You don’t remember meeting up with anyone, or telling someone to come by your window. Scared that it might be a burglar, you grabbed the first object you saw to use as a weapon. However, when you opened your window, the last person you expected was in front of you, heavily panting. “Cameron?” You questioned, lowering your weapon since there wasn’t an actual real threat.
“Hi.” He simply greeted with a grin, before climbing into your room. He stood way too close to you, making your breath hitch as he dusted himself off. But you weren’t going to let him notice what kind of effect he had on you, so the best you could do is just bicker like you used to to mask it.
“What are you doing here? Trying to rob me or something?” You asked as you took a few steps back, “‘Cause I’m not afraid to use this!” You showed the bedside table lamp in your hands.
“Calm down, Y/l/n,” He chuckled as he put his hand on your arm to lower it, and you just allowed him to do so. You felt yourself relax at the warmth and touch of his hand and mentally cursed yourself for this. He liked at you with a small smile, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.
Cam’s hand lingered on your arm, before he cleared his throat and quickly removed it. Around everyone, he was always shy and reserved, but with you it was different. You brought out some confidence in him he never knew he had. And Cam never understood why, but with you, he felt at ease and weirdly enough, safe. Whenever he even looked in your direction, his worries would vanish as if they never existed.
Cam walked past you slowly and looked around your room. He tried to memorise every object on your desk, every little detail in your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at you. You were standing there at loss for words, trying to come up with a good excuse. He nodded to himself when you didn’t answer before continuing his walk around your room.
“I should be asking you the questions! Why are you in my room, Sextus?” You crossed your arms over chest and watched him let out a laugh at the name you called him. The sound made you burst of out happiness, but you weren’t planning on showing.
“Please, Ceres, be honest with me…” He started walking back towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he remembered the name you used at the latin convention made your heart skip a beat. “Why would I?” You said with a loud huff and you turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.
When you opened your eyes, Cam’s face was only an inch from yours, and you felt your guard fall down. It would’ve been so much easier if Cam didn’t have this effect on you. Your face fell. “Stop.” You mumbled, inaudible for him to hear.
“What was that?” He inquired genuinely, getting even closer if that was even possible. “Stop!” You spoke out louder, making him jump out of his skin, but soft enough for it to be a whisper. “Stop what?” Cam asked curiously. You stared into his eyes, trying to find something, think of something to make you hate him again. But as you looked into his deep eyes, all you could think about what you could be, as something else than enemies.
You looked at the ground in defeat, before continuing, “I’m trying so hard, Cameron, so hard.”
Cam was quiet as he looked at you with a confused look on his face, and he wanted you to tell him everything that was on your mind. When you looked up at him, Cam noticed that there was something else in your eyes. Something else than what he usually saw, and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “Cameron, I’m trying so hard not to hate you.” You whispered.
Cam’s heart was pounding out of his chest, while he was looking at you with his mouth agape ever so slightly. He hoped your words meant what he thought they meant, and his hand reached for yours.
A yell of your name woke both you and Cam out of your trance, eyes widening in panic. “Is everything okay up there?” Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. Cam rushed towards your window, and you helped him get out quickly. Before he got down, he said something that you spent thinking about the weeks that followed, “I’m really trying hard to hate you too, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try.”
Ever since he dropped by, you had avoided him more than you initially did. And that made Cam wonder what he did or said wrong that day. You were all what he could think about, and if he wasn’t thinking about you, he was dreaming about you or speaking about you.
Whenever you saw him, you would walk the other way, you would pretend you didn’t see him standing. You basically ignored his existence. And for Cam it felt like a stab through the heart, a deep and painful one.
This continued until the debutant ball.
Cam was standing on the flight of stairs behind two other escorts and in front of many others, waiting for the girl’s name he was escorting to be announced. He didn’t know how he ended up here, escorting a girl, who he didn’t even really knew that well, to the debutant ball, But he would do anything to keep his mother happy, so here he was.
He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, his mind on you like it always has been since the first time he saw you. A part of him wished it was you he was escorting. He wished that he was the one who first saw you in your dress before your presentation.
He fantasised how he actually wanted this day to go. You standing there in a beautiful dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous like you always did. Him being the one to look at you with an encouraging smile and mouthing to you how enchanting you looked. It was all you deserved and more. It killed him he wasn’t the one to be doing it.
When it was Cam’s to turn to go up stage and escort the girl, he imagined it was you by his side. He flashed her a polite smile as she did the same and watched as her eyes drifted off to behind him. Cam followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at none other than the guy who was escorting you.
Cam and the girl got off the stage and walked over to the other debutants, waiting for the next debutant to be presented. And when your name was called, Cam felt a heavy flutter in his chest he most certainly couldn’t ignore.
The girl beside him watched his demeanour change at the sound of your name and smiled to herself. She always had the feeling Cam had a thing for you.
When you appeared on stage, Cam’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you looked in your dress was indescribable and the way you glowed made his heart race a million miles per hour. You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face to ease your nerves. And when your eyes locked Cam’s warm ones it felt as if the world stopped turning. Every single person around you disappeared, it was just you and him.
And your nerves disappeared as quickly as they appeared.
You never pulled your eyes away from his gaze as you walked down the stage with your escort. The escort who had picked up on your crush on Cam a long while back.
Cam tried his best to keep his composure, he was refraining himself from running over to you and holding you like there was no tomorrow, he tried his best not to think about all the ways he would compliment you and make you feel good.
You and your escort halted in front of the table your parents were sitting at and you finally broke eye contact with Cam. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were thinking about Cam all the damn time as you waited for the presentations to finish.
When they did, every debutant with their escort bowed down to the table with their family. Afterwards, everyone sat down and waited for some surprise performance the escorts were giving. Your escort waited for you to take a seat next to one of your parents, before he parted as well after flashing you a small smile.
“You looked amazing, honey.” Your mom praised, putting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked her and looked around the ball room, trying to find the one person who lived in your mind rent free. Cam was just walking past to get to the other escorts, when his eyes met yours once again. But this time you looked away after a few seconds, trying to nonchalantly brush off the fact you had a major crush on the guy you had thought was your number one enemy.
After the sudden dance performance, your escort had disappeared somewhere, along with the girl Cam was escorting. But neither of you seemed to care, as all you did was gaze at each other longingly, waiting for the people to announce when the first dance was about to take place.
Your parents, who were seated beside you, had noticed your stares and stolen glances towards the boy and smiled at each other knowingly. You tried to hide it, but they knew you. They knew when their daughter was actually in love.
The sound of glass clinking was heard, before a woman announced that it was time. And at that moment you woke up from your trance, realising your escort was still nowhere to be seen. Every debutant, alongside with her escort was gathering on the dance floor, except for you and, well, Cam.
“Mom, where is he?” You questioned worriedly. “It doesn’t matter,” She answered, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I think there’s someone else you’d much rather want to share this dance with.”
She tilted her head towards a certain direction, and you knew immediately who she was referring to. But your eyes followed the direction she meant anyway, with a racing heart.
Cam was standing there, looking at you like a man in love. That’s because he is. He is in love. And before you knew it, your feet made their way towards him. You halted in front of him with a smile. You were panting like you had just run a marathon, but you didn’t care, because you were right in front of who you wanted to be.
“Seems like we both don’t have a dance partner, huh?” Cam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. All you could do was nod in respond, the words you actually wanted to speak out seeming to be stuck in your throat.
Your hands reached for his and when your fingers intertwined, you could’ve sworn you heard Cam let out a deep breath. The music started playing, and the two of you were drowning in one another’s eyes as you danced to the music just like you had practiced. The tension between the two of you was unbearable throughout the entire dance.
And once the dance ended, when you were in the end position, his face was awfully close to yours and you had to do anything in your power to not plant your lips on his. He pulled you back up, with way more force than he intended, which resulted into you being flush against his chest. Your faces only a few inches away, which made it even harder to refrain yourself.
You pulled away slowly, even when you wish you could stay like that forever. The words you desired to speak were stuck in your throat, and your eyes fell down, feeling flustered by everything that has happened this night. He wanted to say so much as he looked at you with a lovesick smile, but he didn’t know how. His right hand fine yours as he put his left hand under your chin.
He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes fixated you and only you. You were the only thing that mattered to him any day, anywhere, anytime.
Every couple around you started to leave the dance floor, but you and Cam stayed there without a care in the world. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered, in which you grinned to in response.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked towards the exit of the ball room, giggles and chuckles leaving your lips. Your parents watched from afar, knowing you were finally with the one you liked all along.
#cam cameron x reader#cam cameron#the summer i turned pretty#fluff#angst with a happy ending#enemies to lovers#conrad fisher#david iacono#jeremiah fisher#steven conklin
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head over heels !!
cameron james x fem!reader !! best friends to lovers !!
warnings : swearing , fluff , cameron being so so so clueless.
synopsis ; in which cameron’s best friend writes a poem about a mystery boy for an english assignment and he is determined to find out who it’s about.
a/n:divider made by @cafekitsune <3 also ik that cameron is in a military family and moves around a lot but we’re gonna ignore that for the sake of the fic. lower case intended !! also i got all of the french from google translate 😶
it was a warm autumn wednesday at padua high school. you had been working restlessly on a poem you had been assigned for mr morgan. many hours had been spent to perfect it.
you were getting your book of shakespeares sonnets out of your locker, when all of a sudden non other than your best friend cameron came up beside you.
“hey y/n/n!” cameron smiled as he stood by your locker.
“hey cam.” you smiled. you had liked him for a while now. well, a while being three and a half years, since your freshman year.
“i brought you this.” he smiled giving you a caffeinated beverage (your choice). you smiled softly taking the drink from his hands, taking a sip.
“thanks cam. i really needed a pick me up.” you told him.
“i can tell.” he teased. you shove him lightly, as he lets out a soft giggle.
“cmon the bells gonna ring soon.” you told the boy, as he nodded, following you as you made your way to mr morgan’s class.
once you two got situated in your seats, mr morgan started class. “okay for the assignment i told you guys to write love poems, like shakespeare did. would anybody like to share? it coulda been about your couch for all i care” nobody had raised their hand. “fine, i’ll pick.” you sort of zoned out not paying attention to mr morgan until you felt a light nudge coming from beside you.
“ow!” you harshly muttered, looking to see cameron trying to get your attention.
“mr morgan said your up to present your poem.” he told you. you looked up to see mr morgan with his eyebrow raised and his arm crossed.
“are you just gonna sit in wonderland, alice? or are you gonna get up here and read your poem?” he asked sarcastically.
you muttered a soft apology as you grabbed your f/c binder and walked up to the front of the classroom. truth be told you were very nervous because the poem you had wrote was about cameron. but you didn’t want him to know that secret piece of information.
you cleared your throat and looked around the room, your subtle but nervous eyes meeting cameron’s soft brown irises. he gave you a reassuring smile as you returned it with a soft tight lipped one.
“we’re waiting.” mr morgan said impatiently. you quickly opened to the page and began to read aloud.
his moon , my sun , together we are one.
he is the ocean breeze to me , and one may not ask why.
it’s the coffee in the morning and tea at night.
and the way he gives off a mysterious light.
the snow falls down , and you’re still around.
my thoughts are present too. i would much rather be visited by you.
two lovers on the road , with no destination.
is what i would like to be without hesitation
my only words to that sweet question is “yes.”
you finished and shut the f/c binder as cameron grinned giving you a look of “you better explain.”
“well done nicholas sparks.” he remarked, moving on. all you felt was the sporadic glances that cameron would give you during class. you shot him glance and threw him a note telling him to drop it. in return he just rolled his eyes playfully.
after the class was over , you were fast to rush out not wanting to be faced with cameron’s interrogation. that was until he caught up with you.
“you need a ride home, remember.” he reminded you. in your mind , you mentally facepalmed yourself. “don’t worry i’ll go easy on you.” he teased.
“just let it go cam, it’s just a silly crush.” you muttered to him. cameron had a look of shock. his hand to his heart as he walked to his car.
“y/n/n if it was just a silly crush than you wouldn’t write a full romance novel about them!” he told you dramatically. alas, you signed knowing the brunette was right. “is it joey “eat me” donner?” he asked her. “because if it is you know i’ll try to be supportive but-“ you cut him off.
“cameron it is NOT joey. that’s ridiculous.” you spoke matter of factly as he opened the door to his car.
cameron started the ignition and head over heels by tears for fears was playing softly on the radio.
“what about jimmy? michael? brian? patrick? you know if it was patrick, i would 100% understand he is a pretty boy.” he muttered.
“cameron no.” you told him after shaking her head after all the previous names. “just drop it.” she sighed. there was a moment of silence.
“is it kat?” he softly spoke as he looked at you.
“CAMERON!” you exclaimed. a small chuckle left your lips at his determination. cameron figured he would drop it for now and move on to a separate subject.
“anyway, you promised to help me with my french homework remember?”
“yeah, don’t worry i didn’t forget.” you smiled softly, knowing french was cameron’s worst subject, but he tried managing a solid C- in the language.
as you two arrived at the james residence, you trudged your way upstairs and flopped onto cameron’s bed after putting on a tears for fears cassette , playing softly in the background. cameron followed as he sat down beside you, kicking off his shoes.
“mkay, salut! je mapelle y/n , comment allez-vous?” you spoke. cameron listened as you spoke in the language.
“hello, my name is y/n. how are you?” he repeated in english. a bright smile was displayed on your face.
“oui! très bien!” you praised him. he smiled sheepishly. “i’m beginning to think you don’t even need my help.” you teased him.
you two continued to do french homework until cameron spoke up. “give me a harder one.” he challenged. all of a sudden you were feeling pretty gutsy.
“okay cam.” you said, “tu es très jolie et je veux être plus que des amis.” you continued, a regretful feeling in the pit of your stomach as his gaze averted to figure out what you said. you could tell when it clicked.
“aww y/n/n i think you’re pretty too, but we are more than friends, i’m youre bestfriend silly.” he smiled. you’re eyes widened slightly, how did he not take the hint?
“no cam, not like that.” you informed him. you could practically see the question mark over his head. he pondered for a couple of seconds.
“like what?” he muttered. that feeling of confusion melted away once your lips were on his in a state of impulse. he melted into the kiss, as his hands grabbed your face and your hands grabbed each one of his shoulders.
once you two broke apart he was awestruck. “mamma mia.” he mumbled. his eyes as big as dinner plates and his mouth agape.
“wrong language cammy.” you teased.
“but…but that poem? that was about..” he trailed.
“you.” you calmly stated. he looked up to you softly.
“wait…how long?” he asked.
“since freshman year.” you told him.
“and you waited that long to do that?!” he asked, doubfoundedly.
“well i didn’t know if you felt the same way, and you went through that whole thing with bianca and that whole spew to get her to like you back and-“ you continued to ramble until cameron cut you off with another kiss.
“it’s always been you y/n/n. bianca was just to get my mind off of you because i was too scared to think of us as anything more than friends…i didn’t want to ruin that.” he mumbled, looking down at his homework.
you smiled softly at his confession. “well is it that hard to imagine with a visual?” you asked him. he looked up with a confused look, and those puppy dog eyes you adored. you kissed him once.
“i think i can see a picture in my head now.” he said against your lips.
all that was heard was head over heels playing softly in the background.
fin
a/n: help i feel like this lowkey sucked but like cameron my boy ): <333 also the poem is something i just made up on the spot 😭 anyway lmk what you think!!! reblogs w/ comments are always highly appreciated <333
sincerely yours , mars <3
french terms :
oui! très bien! - yes! good job!
tu es très jolie et je veux être plus que des amis. - you are very pretty and i want to be more than friends.
#10 things i hate about you#heath ledger#patrick verona#julia stiles#cameron james#kat stratford#bianca stratford#cameron x reader#cameron james x reader#ttihay#ttihay fanfic#ttihay imagine#ttihay oneshot#cameron james oneshot#cameron james fluff#he is so clueless 🥺🥺🥺#french
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Web cam||Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Warnings:pure smut, ball gag, creampie, praise 18+ minors dni!
(This is my first smut so I hope it’s okay :))
Send requests!
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You had already been live for around two hours. Two hours Rafe has had you tied up on the bed, your hands and feet tied together with rope, a ball gag in your mouth and your legs sprawled apart. The camera was pointed straight at you as you squirmed at the feeling of Rafe rubbing harsh circles on your sore, throbbing clit. He sat at the end of the bed, no clothes covering his body as his thick, hard cock throbbed in anticipation. He smirked at your squirming, watching the view count rise, including the amount of money being sent. Rafe turned to look at you and smirked at the tears rolling down your face, the drool pooling from your mouth from the gag, your face contorting as his hand continues to rub harsh circles on your clit.
“Such a good girl f’me huh?” He cooed before looking back to the computer. “C’mon everyone, just two hundred dollars more and I’ll fuck her” his hand reached to wrap around his shaft, jerking off slowly, getting ready to feel your tight cunt around him once again.
Another hundred dollars and he slipped two fingers into your aching core, a muffled moan sounds through the room as you focus on the pleasure his fingers bring you.
Finally the last hundred came through and Rafe gave a lust filled grin. “Fuckin’ finally” he pulled you into a better position for the camera to watch him fuck you mercilessly. He grinned as he crawled on top of you, rubbing his cock against your dripping cunt before slamming into you without warning causing you to moan loudly, the sound muffled by the ball gag, more drool leaking from your mouth as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He pounded into you relentlessly and grabbed your face, turning it towards the camera.
“Show em’ how you get when I fuck you” he growled. He groaned as his thrusts became sloppy, rushed. Your moans drowned out any other sound, before he bucked his hips once more, his movements halting as his cum shot deep inside you. The feeling of seed filling you brought you to your 7th orgasm of the night, your body shaking as he slipped out of you turning you so your pussy is facing the camera again. Pulling apart your folds he watches with a satisfied grin as his thick cum drips from your hole.
“Well done baby” his praise rings through your minds and you smile. Going behind the camera he zoomed in on your dripping pussy before ending the live.
#x reader#obx#outer banks#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe smut#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe x y/n#rafe imagine#rafe cameron#rafe x you#kinktober 2023#kinktober#happy halloweeeeeeen#halloween#18+ post#18+ content#18+ only#18+ minors dni#minors do not interact#minors dni#mdni#smut#obx smut
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hi lovies!!! im in NEEEEED of tsitp requests!! i'll happily write for conrad, jeremiah and my pookie cam cameron 💌💌
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Falling for him part 1
JJ Maybank x Fem Kook Reader
slight Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook Reader
Summary-
You and Sarah have been best friends for years, but soon its all about to change.
Warnings-
Swearing, mentions of weed, unedited work
A/N:
Just letting you guys know,
F/L/Y/N stands for the First letter of your name, so when I was talking about the necklaces this is what I meant, I completely forgot to put the meaning of it when I posted earlier!!!
“Workers of the world unite!” JJ yelled out from across the party, his arm up in the air and his hand wrapped around his wrist.
You turned around, your long navy-blue dress flowed freely. Your hair was put up in a y2k styled half up half down, your body was laced with gold jewelry dangling on your flesh. You could see Kiara and Pope running out of midsummers, met with JJ and John B. You watched, and had no idea what was going, you made your way over to your best friend Sarah. You saw her, watching in awe as the Pogues departed from midsummers.
“What’s going on?” you asked her, she lifted an eyebrow at you. confusion painted on her face.
“I don’t know Y/N” she said, she sounding annoyed. You scoffed at her. You knew she had gone to the mainland with John B a few days ago, why was she lying to you about it?
“Stop lying Sarah, you went to Charleston with John B a few days ago” you had to yell over the loud music, and overlining conversations. She grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you to a quieter spot, further away from the hustle of the party.
“Why does it matter?” she asked you, crossing her arms and leaning up against a pillar.
“It doesn’t” you shouted back, “I just want to know what’s going on” you sighed, you hadn’t spoken to Sarah the whole party, and she had been avoiding you and not answering your text messages.
“Do you promise to not get mad?” she questioned you again, you looked at her. Your eyes met hers, she looked anxious to say whatever it was that was about to fall out of her mouth. You nodded and waited for her response.
“I went to the mainland to help John B with something” she cleared her throat “and we may or may not have kissed” her arms dropped to her side, she looked relived that she was able to say that out loud.
“Wait what!?” You replied in shock with what you just heard.
“What about Topper?” you continued, she looked up at you giving you a gentle look.
“I’m going to break up with him, tomorrow” she explained, standing up straight and dusting her dress off.
“Okay… So are you friends with the pogues now” you lifted an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes at you. Sarah, you, and Kiara used to be best friends, a trio, but she abandoned you guys for the group of boys.
“I don’t know, depends on how things go I guess” she shrugged, you waked towards her and wrapped you arm around the back of her neck and walked together back to the party.
1:47 AM
Your phone started buzzing on your bedside table, it woke you up. You rolled over and unplugged your phone from the charger.
Sarah Cam incoming phone call
You answered the call
“Hello?” Sarah said on the other line, she sounded distressed.
“What’s going on” you replied, sitting up in your bed.
“John B fell from the hawk’s nest, Topper shoved him” you could hear someone shouting in the background, it sounded like JJ.
“Oh my god Sarah what happened!” you pulled the covers off of you and stood up, pacing around the room.
“John B can you open your eyes?” Sarah pleaded with him, it was muffled.
“Pope hurry!”
wait, was that Kiara?
“Sarah what the hell is going on? Do you need help?” you called out, you heard her pick up the phone.
“I need to go Y/N” she hung up the phone. What the fuck just happened.
You ran over to your dresser and slipped on a light blue summer dress and your white converse. You snuck out of your house and grabbed the keys to your car. You got in and drove straight to the hawk’s nest.
You pulled up to the gravel parking space and saw the infamous twinkie. You switched off your car and got out. You walked over to the twinkie, it reeked of weed and sweat. Your nose twitched at the smell of it. But the twinkie being here meant they were still here too. You ran in the direction of the hawk’s nest, once you were close enough you could here the Pogues and Sarah arguing over what to do. You walked up behind them and pushed in front of JJ and Kiara to get to Sarah.
“What the fuck happened Sarah” she looked up at you, here eyes red and tear-stained cheeks. John B was unconscious on the grass next to her.
“Look who we have here, [Name] Palmer” JJ called out, a smirk drawn on his lips. You turned around giving him a petty smile.
“What are you doing here Y/N” Kiara questioned. You moved your focus from JJ to her.
“I could ask you the same question” you replied slyly, and turning back around to Sarah, she was placing small kisses on John Bs lips, gentle and tender. You could hear ambulance sirens getting closer and closer to the hawk’s nest.
Once the ambulance arrived, Sarah was the one that went with John B. As for you and the Pogues you made you way back to the carpark. “So, what’s a princess like yourself doing here” JJ teased, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms and standing up against your car door. The way the pet name rolled of his tongue like it was normal, was abnormal. You’ve only ever spoken to JJ at parties when he’s drunk and has tried to hit you up.
“I got a call from my friend, I came to help her” you responded, JJ was getting closer to you, inch by inch he towered over you. he looked down at you, your knees felt weak under your body threatening to cave in at any moment.
“Hmm” he hummed, looking you up and down “you sure you’re not here to see me” he leaned in closer, you could smell the weed on him, his clothes reeked of it. You lifted your arm and pushed him back.
“Nope.” You answer back, his face was so cocky he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. You turned around and opened your car door.
“You know where to find me” he raised his arm and pointed a finger at you, winking. You scoffed and scooted into your seat, slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of seconds, you had driven off, only leaving a trail of lifted dust behind you.
You arrived home just after 3:00 AM, exhausted. Going through your front door was difficult, especially because your dog Oakley’s bed was just up the hallway. You opted for the good old window entrance, you walked around the side of your house locating your bedroom window hidden amongst overgrown vines, various plants, and flowers. Slid it open, one foot in, followed by the other. Finally, home. You shut the window, leaning over the daybed that sits in front of your window. You walked over to the pajamas that you were wearing earlier, you had left them on the floor. You kicked off your Converse and glided out of your blue dress exposing your naked body. Pulling the satin shirt over and pulling the satin shorts up. You were ready to sleep, you retied your hair into a loose messy bun and jumped into bed.
It’s been a few days since the John B falling off of the hawk’s nest incident, you haven’t really spoken to Sarah since she’s been ghosting you for the past few days; not replying to your texts, ignoring your calls and she hasn’t been at her house every time you went to check. This is the last time you were going to message her, she better have a reasonable explanation as to why she has been ghosting you.
“Sarah wtf y have u been ghosting me?” sent.
You watched the message go through. So, she hasn’t blocked you…
‘Read’ popped up underneath your message. Great.
The typing bubble appeared.
“I’m so sorry Y/N/N John B thought it would be funny to keep me and Kiara on a boat in the middle of the marsh”
Oh. She’s been hanging out with them.
“what? You’ve been ghosting me 4 them” sent.
“come to the chateau right now”
Seriously? Your being dragged to the that shit hole, you turned your phone off and went up to your room. You searched your dresser for the perfect outfit, for some reason you felt like impressing them.
You fished out a white bikini, an orange cropped tank top with a cute graphic on it, short denim shorts and your navy-blue converse. You changed into it, hopping it would be up to “Pogue standards”. Or maybe just “JJs standards”… you put on your necklace stack, of 2 gold chains one with a sun charm that is incrusted with diamonds, and the second with a F/L/Y/N charm. You grabbed your Pura Vida bracelet stack and slid it onto your wrists, followed by your ring stacks for both hands. Lastly gold hoops to wrap everything up. A roll of your favourite coconut scented deodorant, a lot of spray of your favourite summery perfume, along with the body spray you use on top of it.
You rushed out of your room, running into the living room where your mum was,
“Hey mum, I’m heading out with Sarah” you had to lie, because the number of times your parents have complained about the pogues, specifically JJ, your mum would kill you if she knew where you were actually going. You tucked your hair behind your ear, waiting for a response. Your mum, who was sat on the couch looked up at you with a gentle smile and her glasses resting further down on her nose than what they should be.
“Sure, thing sweetie, be safe” your mum replied, she always said yes as long as you were with Sarah. You ran over to her, giving her a tight squeeze,
“Thank you!” you praised, letting go of her and speed walking into the hallway. On your entry table there was a decorative bowl that held your car keys in it, but instead of going by car you decided to take your bike. You walked out the front door and over to the garage where the bikes are stored. You opened the door and walked in, being wafted with the smell of petrol, paint, and rubber. You walked over to your bike, its white, and has a lil basket on the front of it. Perfect. You knew where the chateau is because of the few parties you’ve been to there, so you steered your bike out of the garage and got on and started pedalling.
You’ve been riding for 5 minutes, still 20 more minuets till you can get there. You reached into the basket and grabbed out your phone, shuffling your summer playlist and the song “Megaton Mile” by Local Natives started playing. You turned it up, almost full volume and chucked your phone back into the basket. The song was playing at midsummers the other night, you actually requested it because it is one of your favourite gems. You continued riding, letting your hair fly in the salty wind, small beads of sweat falling from your forehead because of the humidity, and breathing in the fresh air. Its been awhile since you’ve ridden your bike around the OBX and it feels just as euphoric, if not more than the last time you had.
You were getting close to the bridge that connects the Kook side of the Island to the Pogues. The song “Boys don’t Cry” by The Cure was playing. A large rev of an engine startled you, you looked behind you to see who it was, but your bike went off the pavement causing you to fall off.
“Fuck!” you cursed out, lying on the grass of someone’s lawn. You were on your side, leaning on your elbow, your hair has fallen over your face and over your shoulder. You rolled over, putting yourself in a sitting position with your legs stretched out. Pushing your hair back, you see a familiar car pull up next to you.
The window of the car rolls down, and a familiar face sticks his head out the window. It's Rafe, Sarah's brother. He has always had a thing for you, but you have never fallen for him, he’s just not your type plus he’s your best friend’s brother. His cocky laugh belched out,
“No way I just saw that” he called out from the car, he was looking dead at you, no sign of sympathy on his face.
“Seriously Rafe, fuck you” you spat back at him, pulling your elbow up and seeing a large gash on it, already pooling with blood. You looked down at your knees, they are also scuffed up, stinging like hell and bleeding too.
“Calm down, your fine” he teases back at you, getting out of his Range Rover. He walks over to you, and offers you, his hand. You look up at him through your lashes, he was still smiling, thinking this was funny. You were covered in mud now. You grabbed his hand, tightening your grip on his hand you pulled him down onto the grass with you. You stood up quickly and looked down at him now on the ground.
“What is wrong with you!” he shouted at you, tensing his jaw.
“Calm down, your fine” you respond, giggling at the look on his face. He scoffed at you and stayed on the floor. Probably to humbled to move. You walked over to your phone which had flew out of your basket when you fell off, luckily it had landed on the grass and not the concrete. You picked it up the song “Time to Pretend” by MGMT has just started playing. You lifted your bike up and put your phone back in the basket, and pedalled away, leaving Rafe behind.
Finally, you had arrived at the Chateau. You rode your bike all the way up to the front porch, you got off and grabbed your phone. You walked up to the door, knocking on it. You could hear a muffle of voices conversating, and a few heavy footsteps made their way over to the door. Your heart beating faster every time they took a step closer. The wooden door swung open, John B standing in front of you,
“Hey” you sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead. He had a blue cast on his wrist and was alive so that’s a good thing.
“Uh... hey” he croaked out, standing sideways and gesturing for you to come in, “Uhm, come in” he continued.
“Thanks” you responded, walking past John B and into the house. The walls were covered in photos of John B and his dad, as well as a ton of baby photos of him and JJ. You looked around, floor to celling made out of wood, it was cozy. Sarah turned around the corner, a relieved look on her face when she saw you in the hallway.
“Oh my god I was so scared you weren’t coming!” She sped walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you. you groaned because your back was aching from flying off your bike earlier. You wrapped your arm around her, and just as you did, she let go of you. John B was standing behind you,
“Okay let’s go sit with everyone” he cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder almost pushing you forward. Sarah grabbed onto your hand, leading you to the back porch where Kiara, Pope and JJ are sitting.
“So, first Sarah, now Y/N? seriously John B, you may as well invite Rafe over too” Kiara sneered out, looking at you up and down you gave her a bitchy smile. Sarah sat down on a couch, next to John B, the only other spot was next to JJ who was sharing a couch with Pope.
“JJ move over” you instructed, he looked up at you with an amused look. You rolled your eyes. He moved over slightly still leaving barely any room for you, but if you were becoming a ‘Pogue’ you may as well get used to it. You squeezed in next to JJ, in between him and the couches arm rest. There was plenty of room for him to move closer to pope, but nope he was refusing to budge any further.
“Okay now that Y/N is here, we need to catch her up on what’s been going on” Sarah said, looking over at John B for validation in what she just said.
“Uhm… yep, okay. So, Sarah helped me into the archives in Charleston, there we found a letter from Denmark Tanny, a slave, a local landowner, and a sole survivor of the Royal Merchant” your eyes widened, now you’re interested.
“He wrote a letter to his son, Robert in a lost Creole language, Gullah. I took this letter to my history teacher Mr Sunn, who translated the letter. Denmark Tanny saved the gold from the Royal Merchant and brought it ashore, using it to buy his freedom Tanny Hill plantation, in other words Sarahs home, and used it to buy the freedom of other slaves. He wrote the letter to his son on the day he was hung, in a secret language that only they know, telling him where to find the gold. Harvest the wheat, in Parcel 9, near the water. Wheat is code for ‘gold’. Then Sarah gave me an original survey map of Parcel 9 and Tanny Hill at the Hawks Nest, and I got pushed off by topper. Then we made Sarah and Kie stay on a boat together to figure out their differences, and now we are here.” John B finished off, it felt like he was talking forever.
Falling for him part 2
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sub cameron tsitp? 👀
oml. edit: I'm so so sorry this took so long for me to finish, I'm a very busy person and it honestly slips my mind but here it finally is :)
༺ cameron x fem!reader ༻
warnings; handjob, mirror sex, praise, slight degradation, overstim, mommy kink, biting. (lmk if I missed anything!!)
Cam's back was pressed into my chest with his legs spread apart, and mine hooked into his so if he tried to close them, all I had to do was spread mine a bit.
The light blue shirt he had on was damp and Turing a slightly darker blue due to the drool from it being tucked between his teeth. Which wasn't doing that good if a job at muffling his whines, moans, and whimpers.
My hand stroked him in a study rhythm, getting wetter and wetter cause of all the precum and spit that was used as lube. He squirmed everytime my thumb ever so slightly brushed over his angry red tip, making me let out a light giggle at his antics.
"P-please, m'so close..." Cameron's voice squeaked out a broken moan as his climax got closer and closer.
"Come on baby, you got it." I encouraged as I moved my hand faster up and down his firm cock.
He started breathing heavier and letting out whimpers as he closed his eyes at the sensation, becoming to much for him.
"Uh uh, open your eyes cam. Look at yourself hm.." I trained off as he fluttered his eyes open as looked into the full body mirror in front of us, letting out a moan at the sight.
As his orgasm was just seconds away he began to rapidly buck his hips to meet my hand, whining as his release got closer and closer.
"Cum for me, love." I encouraged as I leaned down to nibble on the skin between his neck and shoulder.
Cam's chest heaved as his eyes slowly rolled back and his grip on my thigh tightened.
I looked into the mirror as I softly squeezed the base of his cock as cum started flowing from his tip.
"Oh g-god.." The boy moaned as I worked him through his orgasm.
Giving him a few seconds to calm down I began moving my hand down his shaft again. His eyes shooting open in shock at the overstimulation on his sensitive dick.
"Fuck! M-mommy, it's too much!" He wailed as he tried to wiggle out my grasp.
"Shhhh...it's okay, I know you still got one more in you, hm?" I whispered as I gave him a sweet kiss on his burning cheek.
this is my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not up to standards :,) . remember all likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! and pls dont repost my work on other platforms without credit, ty <33
#the summer i turned pretty#tsitp#cam cameron#tsitp cam#cam cameron x reader#cam cameron x fem!reader
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more cam cameron smut pleaseeee he makes my heart and 🐱 throb
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Cam Cameron x fem! Reader
synopsis: cam cameron going down on you after not being able to get you and your beauty off his mind all night. he goes crazy when he sees you in his favorite underwear
warnings: 18+, smut, oral, fem! receiving, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, dom! cam
word count: 724
a/n: honestly haven’t been in the mood to write for a while but i’m back, just don't know how much i’ll be writing or how often i’ll be uploading. was on ft with my friend while writing, she had to suffer
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His hands were on your hips and your arms were wrapped around his neck. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his eyes glistening in the light.
Your boyfriend, Cam, had a fascination when it came to you dolling yourself up and wearing dresses and heels. Tonight, the two of you were at a party and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“Oh yeah?” you cooed back, tilting your head to the side.
“Babe. I’ve been wanting to tear this dress off of you all fucking night,” he said. You giggled before latching your lips to his. Your lips passionately meshed with his slowly, at a romantic pace you both were comfortable with.
His tongue slipped between your lips and danced with yours, small moans slipped from your lips due to this. He pulled away slowly, leaving a trail of saliva between you before breaking apart. He then connected his wet lips to your neck.
“Fuck,” you whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank into his touch. He then pushed you against the wall behind you, his body then pressed against yours. You could feel on your waist his erection strained against his khaki shirts.
He nibbled at your soft skin, marking you up like you were his property. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He moved his hands down to your lower thigh. You shuddered at the sudden contact of his cold palms against your warm, aroused skin.
He slid his hands underneath your dress and up to the sides of your stomach, leaving you partially exposed to him. He then glanced down at your laced underwear. “Well,” he cooed. “What do we have here? You know those panties drive me wild.”
They were in fact his favorite pair of underwear you owned. A pair of black lace panties that shaped your curves. “I do,” you giggle. “That's why I wore them.”
“Fuck, baby.” He then kissed your lips for a brief moment before getting onto his knees. He pulled down your panties and you stepped out of them before kicking them to the side next to your heels that you took off earlier.
He glanced up at you with desire and hunger in his eyes. “You’re already wet, princess.” He then grabbed onto your thighs to stabilize you before giving your folds a long, warm streak with his tongue.
You shuddered once again, a few shocks sparking through your body. He then lapped his tongue around your clit, tasting as much of you as possible. “Fuck,” you gasped. Your fingers grasped onto his dark curls, pulling his head closer between your legs.
He placed his lips around your clit and sucked gently, the sound of his mouth filling the room. Quiet moans fell from your lips as you rested your head back against the wall.
His tongue then moved lower down near your dripping cunt, his nose now pressing against your clit. You whined, the pleasure coursing through your body in a way you couldn’t comprehend nor control. Your thighs jolted, but his strong hands kept you secure.
You drew in your bottom lip and bit on it to fight back any loud moans that begged to escape. He then pulled away and looked up at you. “No baby. I want to hear you. It lets me know that I’m doing you right.”
Flustered, you obliged to his request. You nodded your head and watched as he smiled with satisfaction. He then went back to pleasuring you. He licked between your folds once again, causing your body to shudder again.
“Fuck,” you whimpered louder than before. He tightened his grip on your thighs as you grew closer to your peak. The walls in the room around you began to spin as you felt your head grow suddenly hazy.
You let out loud whimpers as your breaths fastened and hitched. You squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a loud moan, a wave of pleasure washing out of you. Your previously tensed muscles relaxed as your arching back rested against the wall.
You looked down at Cam as he pulled his face away from between your legs. His face was now covered in your juices and he had a simple yet wide grin spread on his face. “You taste so fucking good. You always do.”
#cam cameron x reader#cam cameron x y/n#cam cameron smut#cam cameron#x reader#tsitp x reader#tsitp smut#smut
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Day 13: Menophilia | Mid
Genre: Smut
Words: 1.8k
Pairing: (Incel?)Jin x fem!Reader
A/N: Shit I wish I was getting paid or somethin but legally can't cause it's fanfic....so....enjoy you kinky ass bleeding mfs.
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The entire night he’d been calling you “subpar,” or “basic.” He told all his friends you weren’t up to his impossibly high standards and that you were “mid” because you had made out with one of his friends last weekend. You knew the rule however you defiantly ignored it because you didn’t give a shit.
“Man, fuck bitches who don’t give a shit about other girls. She is not a girl’s girl.” Jin said, while crumpling his beer can and crushing it with his foot.
“Hey Jin?” You walked up to him. “Can we talk?”
“Oooooo, you’re in trouble.” Jin’s friend, Cameron said with a snarky smile.
“Shut up, Cam,” Jin walked over to you, and stumbled up the small path between the fence and the house to reach you. “Yeah, what’s up Y/N?” He asked.
“I wanna make out,” You said bluntly. “With you.” Your first streak of courage jump started his cock, and as Jin was rocking his hard on, you leaned in and grabbed his hand.
“Yeah, sure.” He followed you, excited as you walked towards the bathroom with him in tow. A few people watched as you passed by but no one was paying that much attention. He kissed you square on the lips as you entered the bathroom, seeming a little too enthusiastic about it. You opened your mouth wider, garnering him more access as he grabbed your hips and kissed you. He set you down on the counter, and you gasped as he pushed himself between your legs. If it weren’t for the jeans, and the general layers separating you two, your genitals would be crushed together.
You gasped as he trailed a hand up the side of your top and slid your bra up so he could feel how hard your nipples were with his fingers directly, his eyes closing as he had a handful but leaving them open as he watched you moan under him.
“J-Jin, what are you doing?” You groaned, feeling a clot of blood leak out of you at once. It was enormous, causing you to sit upright in discomfort. Jin, sensing something was wrong, stopped touching you for a moment, putting his hands at his shoulders as if he was holding them up where you could see them.
“Are you okay?”
“Um….in a moment,” You sat up and concentrated on trying to feel okay again. It was just a bit of blood, and that never hurt anyone. However it still felt like you were walking around in a diaper. Curse pads but you didn’t have any tampons on you and you didn’t want Jin to know that you were carrying a crime scene between your thighs. “I’m good. Just stomach cramps.” You partially lied, as you did cramp on your period quite often, but not at this exact moment. You just didn’t want to tell Jin what the real issue was.
“Oh, okay,” You pulled him in again for another kiss in hopes of distracting him. As drunk as you were, it still wasn’t enough for him to let it go completely. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Sorry.” You looked down.
“Hey…” Jin tilted your chin up so you could look at him. For 5’10” he was definitely taller than most. You would’ve thought he was 6’ completely, but he was still taller than you by comparison. “It’s okay,” The way his porcelain skin was flawless, his face shimmering in the dim warm lighting of the bathroom, you thought he looked handsome. He smirked slightly, before leaning in to kiss you. “You know, in this lighting you don’t look half that bad. You’re aight’.” You rolled your eyes. That sounded like something a douchebag would say, but at this moment you needed his lips on your again. He deepened it, before pulling your top off completely. Followed by you unhooking it and tossing it on a nearby rug before pulling him in with your legs and passionately tangling your fingers in his hair while you settled into a proper make-out session.
After about 30 seconds, Jin’s sweatshirt was on the floor. Your hands found their way up his abs as you kissed him, and grinned, as you both started stripping down. Then his hands reached your jeans. You bit your tongue, trying to keep him from pulling them off.
“W-wait, Jin..” Ignoring your protests, he pulled your pants down. His lips parted, forming a light “o” shape as he saw the small bulge in your underwear, the outline indicating you were wearing a pad. “I’m..kinda, on my period.” You said, embarrassed as you were almost completely naked, save for the panties.
“Yeah, I kinda noticed.” He said mockingly, his tone switched to one of passive-aggressiveness. You hang your head down low.
“Should I just leave?” You wanted to die. This was the most horrible night of your life. Jin pulled down your pants, saw you were on your period, and now whatever little shred of dignity you had left was leaving your body with an audible fart.
“Was that you?” Jin looked…amused. You looked up at his face after what seemed like a minute to find that he wasn’t angry with you.
“Y-yeah. Sorry. I get all gross and my body starts filling with gas…and I get really horny when I’m on my period and normally…can’t go further than kissing…” You started rambling.
“That explains it,” Jin smirked. “So that’s why you’re with me instead of Brian.” You tilted your head. He didn’t seem to care that you farted. At least it didn’t stink up the entire room.
“Brian? Oh no, yeah I just kissed him cause I felt like it. Why? You have a problem with me kissing guys on a whim?” You folded your arms.
“A whim, Y/N?” He put his hands on his hips, in his back pockets as he was still wearing his pants as you stared at him. “You call making out in front of the entire party a WHIM?” Jin rolled his eyes. “It’s like you don’t even care about how you make others around you feel.”
“I do,” You pouted. “Jin, did you think I was taking advantage of you tonight?”
“Now that you mention it, yes, Y/N. I actually feel like you are using me for my luscious lips and impeccable kissing skills.” He said with sass, which surprised you.
“Not at all. I think you’re just honestly really hot. Um…Jin, did you really….wanna have sex with me?” Now it was Jin’s turn to be put on the spot.
“Yeah. I didn’t plan for it but…I do admire seeing someone so…assertive, with what they want.” You let out a sigh.
“Sorry for ruining the night with my stupid period.” You could feel the blood inside you coming outside, pouring out every five minutes. Whenever you got uber-horny your blood flow also increased.
“Not completely,” Jin stopped you before you moved. He walked forward actually, trapping you between his arms and the sink, which you hopped off of in a feeble attempt to jimmy back into your jeans. “It’s just a little blood, right?” You shook your head. What was he saying? Your face was definitely hot now, you felt a little sweaty yourself at the thought of Jin going down on you in this state.
“Jin, I’m really hot right now. Please say psych right now so I can leave and forget this happened or…” Jin leaned in, kissing you again. He wrestled out a towel from the back of the cupboard on a shelf above you.
“This one’s mine. We can use it in case things get messy.” You nodded as he placed it on the floor, on top of the rug as you sat down. Jin assisted you with removing your panties, his eyes fixated on your swollen clit, and red streaks of blood painting the inner and outer folds of your labia.
“D-don’t look so hard…” You blushed.
“Why? You’re gorgeous.” Jin leaned in, before diving in, tongue first into your pussy. You moaned, it was like Jin’s tongue unblocked whatever was stuck inside, as you felt a lot of things gush out, blood, cum, you couldn’t tell. Your thoughts were on one thing and one thing only: dick.
“J-Jin, s-stop!” You whined.
“W-Why?” Jin sat up, slightly leaned over. The bulge in his pants was making you feel things right on your bud.
“I don’t want your tongue, I want your cock. Now fuck me, please….I’m so fucking horny I can’t take it, I need you to fuck my period pussy until I can’t walk straight, please! I’m so fucking horny, I’m so fucking horny…” You moaned, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. The bundle of nerves in your lower stomach and your chest thrummed as one. You needed his cock. It was like you were cock-starved, depraved even. He stared at you with bewilderment. No woman had ever desired him this much. Let alone on the floor of his friend’s upstairs bathroom, on a towel under the sink.
“Fuck…” Jin didn’t have to be told twice. Like a good boy, he removed his belt, pants, and boxers, revealing his long, erect dick to you. He wasn’t as girthy as you thought he was, but it was long. You bet you could only take a little after the tip, unless he stretched you out. You gasped as he entered, the blood already acting as lubricant for his moist cockhead, which was covered by a pink condom. You wet your lips, watching his face as his eyes squeezed shut. It felt good for him, really good. He was fucking a girl on her period, of all things. His mouth was also stained with blood, along with his perfectly otherwise pale face looking like he committed murder or just had a steak dinner. You giggled a bit, feeling elated as he thrusted into you, knelt down as you had your legs on his shoulders. This angle was enough to where you could see all of him, save for his dick as it disappeared inside you and reappeared every so often he moved back. He was still a work of art, even with the dried blood on his cheeks and lips. “How’s it so tight?” He moaned, fucking you steadily now.
“Oh yes…oh yes! Fuck…” You moaned in reply, closing your eyes as he gave you exactly what you were craving. Your blood was staining the towel now, but there wasn’t as much as before of it on the towel. Jin had forgotten that part, as the condom was stained red as well now, and Jin was more focused on fucking the ever living shit out of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, yeah, I want you to fuck my slutty pussy open, fucking stretch that shit out, fuck fuck fuck!” You moaned, your entire body clenching down on him and not letting go of his cock as you came, Jin staying directly where he was, his mouth open as he grunted, and filled up the condom. He took it off, standing up as you both had cum. He wiped his blood-stained lips and looked down at you with a smirk.
“Who knew that menophilia could be so much fun?”
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