One Shots

Cameron Dallas pt.1

I'm super super sorry that I haven't posted for a really long time. I've gotten alot of in boxes for personals and I've been so caught up on it that I forgot that I had other people who don't want personals and are just waiting. So if you in boxed me or commented on one of the other stories asking for a personal they will be up soon, but for now please enjoy this Cameron Dallas story. Part 2 will be up soon. Thank ya'll for being so patient. Love Ya~♥

Your P.O.V

I woke up to Cameron shuffling around the room in a towel. After rubbing my eyes and sitting up some I groaned from pain.

Squinting around, I realized the mess we made last night then groaned again. I lost count after the 4th round. We went at it in the hotel hallway near a vending and ice machine, two feet into our suite on the floor, the kitchen area’s island, the shower…

Drunk rough sex.

I looked towards the window that provided the sun’s bright shine and automatically put my hand over my eyes, falling back into the pillow. My hangover came in full effect.

“Baby where are you going?” I felt myself whining as I shifted positions in the bed, struggling miserably with my sore thighs.

“I have a interview and a meeting today (Y.N), remember?” Cameron still seemed to be rushing. I groaned again, slamming my hand on the nearby nightstand in search for my phone. Once I reached it I looked at the time, it was a little after 1 PM.

I sighed snatching the covers off of me and whipping my legs to the side of the bed in efforts to get up, but again I winced in small pain. Now that I was in full nude I looked down on my body and noticed the random hickies scattered and small bruise mid thigh. Cameron laughed once he noticed too.

I giggled and whined at the same time bringing my hand to my forehead. “Motherfucker!”

He threw his head back laughing some more. “Sorry, you kept running from Big Daddy. And you kept saying harder…so…”

I laughed hard this time as I watched his pull up his briefs and some jeans. Some of last night slowly coming back to me.

That piercing was really my best friend and worst enemy at the same time.

“But ay, you did your damage too.”

I looked up and seen the harsh hickeys left visible on his abs and even on his tatts on his high chest. He turned around and there was nothing but red scratches on the surface of his back. They were deep, looked like they hurt.

I put my hand to my mouth in shock finally standing up and wobbling over to him to get a better look. I laughed as I traced the marks, him flinching a little when I poked one.

“Good, I marked my territory.”

I raised my eyebrow as I caught his eye, me walking into the bathroom.

“Well from the way you walking, so did I.”

Giggling, I shut the bathroom door and did my thing and turning on the shower.

Ten minutes into it Cameron came in and slid the curtains back, leaning against the wall and eying me down with a smirk. I just rolled my eyes and continued to wash myself, flicking him off in the process.

He chuckled before biting his lip, “I’m finna leave. I’ll be back by 4.” I nodded, “Okay, I’ll make sure I’m here by then.”

He raised his eyebrow and tilted his head back some. “Where you finna go? Stay here, get some rest or something.” I sucked my teeth as I cut my eyes at him.