#ft. cami

They had barely been in the door when she was all over him. Mouth on his, then down his frame as she pinned him to the door they’d just shut before she stood and pulled him into the bedroom. Falling onto the mattress with her, the demand had his blood on fire and he couldn’t deny her the wish he could grant right this minute. Fucking and making love were two different things. When he’d first come back, they’d made love. All night, well into the day, and all night again, but this wasn’t what she was asking for. No this was the more primal side of things, things he could give her right this minute.

He stripped off his shirt, before he dropped his trousers and kneeled before her bare. The look on his face must’ve said just enough because she stripped her clothes away too. This wasn’t their first time seeing each other, but it would be their first time forgoing to usual foreplay and care he made sure to put into every moment he had in her most vulnerable state while his eyes lit up with a need, a glorious need to make her his, to mark her. Grasping her thighs, he pulled her up so her legs settled on his hips and with little warning, shoved himself deep into her walls, letting out a groan. 

“hey cami,” he greets. he feels a bit bad when his fake engagement is still ongoing and her real one is shattered. weeks ago, they’d been in the wedding planning mess together. their moms had been having regular, weekly phone calls and sharing copies of bridal magazines. now, not so much. his mom now won’t shut up about the wedding planning binder. “sorry about, um, everything. you sure as hell didn’t deserve that.” 

location: echelon

mick wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for his younger brother. the moment he walked in, he knew no matter how much money was in his pocket or who had invited him - he didn’t belong. and he didn’t needed to. this world of expensive smiles and calculated laughter, of people who measured worth in bloodlines and bank accounts, meant nothing to him. he played along just enough to get by, then slipped away, letting the party swallow his absence.

status — for cami ( @camicasti​ ).

Elijah had gotten the chance to see the exhibits in the museum’s new wing as they were being built. Perks of being the boyfriend of the curator, he supposed. He spent much of his time in the last few months here, and while it was mainly in an attempt to pry Aslihan away from her work, he had to admit that it was partially because he wanted to learn. Wanted to be able to brag about his girlfriend’s accomplishments without sounding like a bumbling idiot. It was a tall order, considering he was the least academically-inclined person he knew, but the effort was there nonetheless. Did it pay off? Standing in front of one of the wall art displays from the Tomb of Princess Idut, he had no idea. He tried to remember what Aslihan told him about it without looking at the informational video, sort of as a way to test himself, but his mind was coming up blank. “How much do you know about Ancient Egypt’s history?” he asked the person beside him, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “My girlfriend’s going to kill me, but I think I need to phone a friend on this one.” 

I can’t wait to dance with you again soon!!

Thank you so much sweet girl! Can’t wait to see you!

They had been at it for hours. The amount of foreplay going into this was absolutely insane, but Jared was so fucking riled up that he was going dizzy from how much he wanted her. The amount of heat building up could make just about anyone else pass out but here they were covered in sweat, sliding against each other, but never really connecting. Not in the way she so desperately wanted. It left the beta chuckling as his mouth suckled at her neck gently. She was certainly beginning to get demanding, and honestly? It fucking turned him on all the more as he moved to loom over her. “Do you, now?”

Leaning back on his knees, he gave his length a couple of slow tugs, nudging her legs apart with his knees while his free hand trailed along her slit, testing just how wet she was. All for him. “I think you might be right about that, baby girl.” He murmured before he lifted her hips, settling her on his thighs so he could properly line himself up to her dripping entrance. Teasing at first, he pushed the head in, little by little. Only rocking himself in an inch or two, driving her wild. He could tell he was getting to her, the way she tossed her head, the way she bit her lip, the frustrated moans that left her. “All the way inside?” He watched her nod before he gave her just that, every inch of him, throbbing and ready to take her. Pulling her up so she was riding his lap, he helped her bounce on him while his lips locked against hers.