Reality of Reality|goodguyfitz¹

real life 7

  "Cam, have you seen my phone charger?" Emily asked, her tired voice sent chills down her boyfriend's spine as he rolled over to look at her.

  the two had just gotten back from a two week trip to America, in which they went to LA for Vidcon and then to Ohio where Cam and Emily visited her parents. they had literally just arrived about a day earlier, and had slept through most of the day yesterday from the jet lag.

  "didn't you put it in the bag with your deodorant because you were too tired to put it in the correct bag that was already packed in the suitcase?" cam recalled, Emily went and dug in her toiletries bag, finding the phone cord and shoving it into the wall, connecting it into her phone, and setting it on her bedside table before laying down beside cam, who grinned.

  "really, cam?" Emily sighed.

  "I'm sorry! I'm a guy!" he chuckled. when she was bent over in the bags and on the floor, cam got a nice view of her chest whilst she worked. she was wearing a low cut top as well. "You asked for it with the way you're dressed," he stated with a small laugh.

  he began to plant small kisses down her neck and on her collarbone, sucking a bit in some places, causing small red marks on her skin. she let him do as he pleased, knowing it made him feel better being the more dominant of the pair.

uh, kind of a smut warning⚠️

  Emily's goal right now was to get a rise out of him, knowing if she played with him more, he'd enjoy it, which also made her feel giddy with adrenaline, knowing her few movements made her boyfriend wild.

  she stopped him as he was about to pull off her shirt and got out of the bed. she heard him audibly pout, making her giggle.

  she sat in the middle of the room and slowly took off her shirt. she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so cam immediately knew what she was doing.

  "you little shit," he swears at the small girl, beginning to palm herself and moan a little. "can I help you with that?"

  she smirked, "you sure you can handle it? you got excited over a low cut top, I don't want you to cum right now over something like this?"

  cam's face was on fire, "alright then, missy," he says lowly.

  he gets up and picks her off the floor, putting her on the bed and reaching for her shorts. she denies his hands, and wiggles them off herself, moving her hips rhythmically, leaning on him slightly and grinding her hips as she removes her shorts and panties. he lets out a small groan of pleasure at the movement of her hips against him, and when she's done, he throws the shorts away, and takes off his own bottoms, while Emily plays with his shirt.

  after the two are unclothed, cam reaches in his beside table and grabs a condom.

  the two share their moment, and go back to sleep.

a/n- I couldn't keep writing eEEEeeE