'Magcon' Imagines

Cameron Dallas- Cookin' it

"Babe come here" Cam calls from the kitchen.

"What do you want for dinner?" he pulls you towards him, kissing the top of your head and listing some options on what to have.

Its quite obvious your favourite and he releases that at the same moment you do.

"Pasta it is" He kisses your head once more before filling up the pot and placing it beside the stove waiting for it to heat up. You watch him silently from sitting on the island.

He's adorable.

His defined muscles have rays of sun, from the window, beating on his bare back.

He makes his way towards you, his lips curved into a smirk.

As he reaches you his hands holds you up from underneath of your thighs. Your ankles are crossed behind him, and your arms are draped over his shoulders.

The impact of his lips doesn't surprise you, as his tongue glides across your bottom lip and into your mouth.

You continue kissing, you have your hands in his hair, pulling on it slightly, causing a moan on his behalf.

The kiss is being loosened as he starts to spin around. You giggle.

You're both laughing and giving each other kisses on the nose and cheek.

He decides to set you down, although the surface is blazing hot.

You yelp and jump back into his arms, he catches you, noticing what he had just done.

You're put over his shoulder as he runs to get an ice pack from the freezer and then to the couch. Laying you on your stomach. Placing a huge ice package on either of your butt cheeks.

The pain is worse than it felt to be sitting on it still.

He lifts each ice packet up, giving a small kiss.

"I'll just order a pizza" he says.