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The Camper

A/N: Takes place in the late 90s, early 2000's in case anyone was confused.

TW: fluff, swearing

Song: Bryson Tyler - Don't
"You deserve what you've been missing"

Keanu's POV:
After a long day of work I headed to my camper, it was pretty decent for the budget we had but there wasn't anything special to do inside unless someone else was there.

At this point I was missing someone, missing her. Her soft hair and her beautiful eyes were what caught my eye. I was working with Y/n for quite some time now, she would come to my camper every once in a while to talk about work. I have a crush on her but I don't think she feels the same way, she's very promiscuous though.

We had to film a kissing scene today, and it was awesome. She always knew what to do and was born for this job.

I wine down and take off my shirt, running my fingers through my long hair. I pulled a beer out of the mini-fridge and took a sip.

The cold beer felt good in my mouth and down my throat, I then started thinking of her. She grabbed my attention the first time I saw her, she was so cute and her body was mesmerizing. That's when I heard a few knocks at the door.

Y/N
You walked into the trailer, knocking on his door. He was shirtless with a beer in his hand and his hair was messed up. He always let you walk in uninvited, I guess you were just friends like that.

"Hey hey, lover boy."

He smiled and moved out of your way. He was so handsome, you've had a thing for him since filming started and today's kissing scene was the best thing that has happened to you in a while. He leaned against the small kitchen counter, sipping a beer and staring at you. I sat down on the small couch and opened my script.

"Did you need anything," he asked, you shrugged and winced.

"Jerry, my assistant is being a real asshole. He keeps asking me to go with him for a drink and he keeps touching my hair. Even though he's what, 20? He's so fucking weird. I just wanted to get away from him and the set. You feel like home,"
you said in a low tone, not really expecting what he was gonna do next.

Keanu's eyes lit up with fire, "I'm gonna kill him."

He slammed the beer on the counter and stomped to the door. You got up quickly and pushed your back against the door, spreading your limbs across so he doesn't get through.

"Stop, you can do ass-kicking later now please stay."

He stood in disbelief, you could almost hear his heart beating out of his chest.

Damn, he really cares huh?

You stand up straight again, placing your hands on your face. "I'm sorry, that shit just makes me mad."

He turned around and sat on the couch. You sighed, walking over and grabbing his hand. "It's okay, just try not to imagine how I feel," you said nervously.

Keanu's POV:
She grabbed my hand and her warm fingers intertwined with mine, she held my hand and sat next to me.

"I really want to kill him still," I said as she started laughing, her giggles stuck inside my brain like gum on a tire.

"It's not funny Y/n," I say in a joking manner, as she laughs even harder. "Stop laughing so hard, your gonna get an aneurism."

Y/N
Although the situation was as serious as a heart attack, you kept laughing, you could tell he liked it.

Trying to hold back laughter, "Make me why don't ya?" you say with a demanding tone, but your laughter wasn't helping much at all.

His cheeks turned red and he had a slight smirk on his face. You both leaned in, an idea crossed your mind and you used his beer to your advantage, leaning over his shoulder right as he went to kiss you, grabbing his beer and drinking some.

You crashed back down to the couch, looking at him in anticipation. He bit his lip and smirked, "Hard to get," he asked, you shrugged and gulped some more of the cold liquid.

His cheeks were rosy at this point, and his lips were parted by the slightest but you could tell he had something to say.

"Put my beer down and kiss me," he demanded.

Your cheeks became hot and your stomach started to flutter. In one swift motion, you slammed the beer down on the counter and collapsed into his arms, to where you were straddling him.

His lips met yours in an instant, you were holding the side of his face with one hand and the other was intertwined in his jet black hair. His kisses were rough yet passionate, he was hungry for your touch but gentle with you.

You let out little moans of pleasure here and there that only made him squeeze you tighter wherever his hands were.

His hands soon crept up your shirt, his hands were warm and groovy, and his tongue was exploring every inch of your mouth.

You were still straddling him when you took your shirt off. He leaned back for you to have room to do so, his eyes lit up and he bit his lip.

"You are so, beautiful," he said in a low-toned voice, you giggled.

He held you close and he pushed you down on your back, he was now on top of you. He started to lick and kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine each time.

Keanu's POV:
As I kissed and nipped at her warm neck, she started tugging on my hair, now she was turning me on.

She keeps letting out low moans under her breath, they were so hot. I reached my way down her chest to her stomach, her back was arched and her breathing got heavy.

With every kiss, she moaned and whispered my name. I was now obsessed with this girl. I unbuttoned her jeans and looked into her eyes, she was smiling and eager for me to keep going. I unzipped her zipper and started pulling her pants until a loud knock ran through the entire camper.

Y/n screeched and I jumped back to her face and covered her mouth. "Keanu, are you in there?" My agent says. "Yes, it is my camper," I replied.

"Okay well, the set is looking for you."

Y/N
All you can do is stare at his face that's tilted towards the door. "Okay well I'm a little busy right now, I'll be there in a few," he spits. You chuckle a little under his hand, his agent says okay and walks away.

Keanu waits for his agent's footsteps to fade away before looking down at you and removing his hand slowly.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

You smirk and shake your head, "No not at all. But if they need you I should probably be leaving then."

He leans into your ear and whispers, "I think you need me more than they do."

Oh, lover boy, he knows what people need huh?