New Magcon AU: You join the guys on tour as a photographer You’re a very straight forward and open person, and when you meet Aaron on tour, you hit it off immediately. You spontaneously decide to share a hotel room at one of the stops and things start to get pretty heated.
YOOO what have I done? :’D Hahaha I don’t know if I went to crazy with that but I kinda like it. Let me know what you think! :)
I decided to watch ‘Chasing Cameron’ and this is what I came up with. Has anyone else watched it? If so, what are your opinions on the show? :)
(Yes, I’ve been gone forever, again. Just busy with life, as always. But I’ll always come back here cause I love entertaining you guys and interacting with you :) Hope you’ve all been good!)
You lay sprawled across the couch at six in the evening, your hand loosely holding the heavy weight of your phone, which hadn’t buzzed for hours. It was your one year anniversary, and Ethan hadn’t so much as bothered to text you. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep when you heard pounding at the front door. Startled awake, you yawned wide and skipped over to the door, rubbing at your eyes as you pulled it open. Through your bleary vision you saw something red…roses?
“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.
“E?!” you gasped, leaping into his open arms and burrowing your head into his shirt. Your legs came around his waist, his arms holding you tight as you sobbed into him, Ethan cooing softly and running his fingers through your hair.
“What are you doing here?” you whispered in astonishment as he placed you gingerly back on your feet.
“Surprising my beautiful girlfriend on our anniversary,” he said simply, brushing a thumb over your cheek and swiping off a tear.
“But, wh- I thought you forgot?! You didn’t talk to me the entire day, I-” you stumbled.
“Well, I didn’t want you to know what I was doing, it would’ve ruined it!” Ethan laughed, stepping through the door frame. He moved to the counter and set the roses gently down before turning to look you over.
You hadn’t moved.
“Awe,” Ethan whined, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be so sad,” he said, extending his arms out for you.
You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.
“I can’t even begin to describe how awful today felt,” you whispered into the crook of Ethan’s neck. “I thought I did something wrong, I couldn’t figure it out, I thought you were thinking of leaving me…”
Ethan placed his cheek against your head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should’ve told y-”
Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.
“Ethan?” you said, pulling your head up and staring into his hazel eyes, which were fixated distinctly on something across the room.
“What did you do today?” he asked softly.
“I-why?” you said, taken aback.
“Just, tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.
“Um, I waited around for you to call this morning, and when I realized it wasn’t happening, a friend came over and spent a couple hours with me. I had to take my mind off, well, you,” you spoke truthfully.
“Did anyone else come?” Ethan asked, releasing you, and moving towards the couch.
“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”
Ethan scooped low and spun around, holding out a men’s jacket, his jaw clenched in frustration.
“Want to tell me the truth this time?” he said, barely audibly.
Your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “I did. Seriously Ethan, nothing happened.”
“Let me guess,” Ethan said, tossing the jacket down in disgust. “This ‘friend’ of yours came over when he heard we were having problems, that he came to ‘consolidate’ you.”
“Wha-yeah, but that was it, we ate food and watched TV, nothing else,” you said, starting to feel irritated.
Ethan made a move towards you, his hands coming flying to your wrists as he pulled your face close to his.
“God,” he muttered in frustration, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Don’t you see it?”
Your voice trembled as you shook your head pathetically, your grip on reality spinning as you drowned in his overpowering scent.
“I can’t leave you alone, not like this,” he growled softly.
“Ethan, please,” you begged, trying to pry his fingers off of you.
“You don’t understand,” he started, “what it’s going to be like for me when I leave now. The thought that some other guy is going to have his dirty hands all over my girlfriend, the thought of you letting him, the fact that I won’t be there to even stop it, it’s going to consume me, (Y/N).”
“Ethan,” you snapped suddenly, pulling his hands off your wrists, “are you hearing yourself right now?! This guy is just my friend, and even if he tried doing anything I would never let it happen! But the fact that you think I would…t-that hurts.” you said, taking a step back.
“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he sighed in exasperation, “I believe you now, but I’m going to be gone for months, which is more than enough time for someone else to see what I see in you and take advantage of the fact that you’re all alone!”
“You’re all alone.”
…You’re all alone
And you were.
You were all alone.
Your mouth fell open, your eyes brimming with salty tears as you shook your head in pain, your lower lip trembling. Ethan realized his mistake, but it was too late.
“(Y/N),” he begged softly, “I didn’t mean-”
“No,” you stopped him, “I get it, and you’re right. You wanted to go on tour with Grayson, and despite the fact that it meant my presence would be replaced with that of thousands of lovesick girls, I still supported you all the while. Because you see, I thought that if you could be apart from me, that I could make the sacrifice too. But you’re right…you have Grayson, & you’re fans, and I have nobody.”
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he gulped nervously, taking a step closer.
A crystal droplet rolling down your cheek, you extended your arm, preventing him from coming any closer, “Don’t.”
“Just, let me-” he begged, his dark locks falling over his forehead.
“We knew the risk we were taking when we decided to stay together despite the tour,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I hurt without you.”
“I know, (Y/N), believe me, I know. And you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” he replied.
“Have I, though?!” you cut him off, your eyes opening to meet Ethan’s somber gaze. “I break, a little bit more, every day. I cry myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me. I get anxious wondering how much better you are without me. But then I stop, and I remember how happy you are, and that is the only thing that’s been keeping me going. But it’s great to know that you think I would stoop low enough to turn on you after everything we’ve been through,” you gasped, your last few words coming out through a sob, the taste of your own tears prominent as they slipped between your lips.
Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.
You looked him up and down, anger bubbling steadily in your chest.
“Tell me you trust me enough to walk out this door right now, knowing nothing bad will happen,” you hissed quietly, “and I’ll forgive you.”
Ethan’s chest shook softly as he opened his eyes, which were brimming with moisture. His skin glowed under the fluorescent lighting, his lips parted, “I-I want to…”
You shook your head, your arm dropping in defeat, “but you can’t.”
Ethan looked at you with such sadness that it took everything you had to utter your next words, “get out.”
He shook his head frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, “no,” he pleaded.
“No,” he said with more force this time. “I’m not done.”
“Well I am,” you said, turning your back and walking away from him to hide your immense pain. “I’m done, Ethan.”
“Done with-” he began.
“Done with us,” you finished, holding back the tears that clawed for freedom behind your shut eyelids.
“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”
You only shook your head.
“No, I-I can’t,” his voice cracked, his hands coming over his face, “please don’t do this, please don’t.”
“It was a mistake thinking we could do this. I didn’t want to let you go, so I held on to this alternate reality where we were happy, but I should have let go already…” you whispered. “It’s more than just a stupid jacket, Ethan. I’ve been holding you back from doing what you love.”
“No,” he said again, his hand on your shoulder, “please, j-just, talk to me.”
You turned around, your eyes opening, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“E, if you care about me, you’ll leave,” you said, staring into the fabric of his tee.
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your loose hairs behind your ear. Just the touch of his fingers was enough for you to almost take it all back. You looked into his unblinking hazel eyes, which were inches from your own.
“I want you to go,” you said, your voice unwavering.
You could see his heart shattering into a million pieces, right in that moment.
He turned to move towards the door, and you had to face away to prevent yourself from stopping him. There was the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor, and then the door slamming loudly shut. You raised your head, stunned to see Ethan still standing there.
“No,” he said bluntly, his sadness replaced by anger, “not until I get to talk.”
He advanced on you so quickly that you went stumbling back, your backside hitting the wall.
“I’m not giving up on us,” he growled, pulling close to you.
“This isn’t your choice to make-” you breathed.
He took a final step, his two hands making contact with the wall, his arms caging you in. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart faltered, your head turning to avoid his eyes.
“You’re right,” he said, “it’s our choice. We’re supposed to figure this out together.”
“Nothing you say will be able to change the truth,” you whimpered, “this isn’t working. We keep trying to hold onto something that’s already gone.”
“DON’T SAY THAT,” he yelled his fists slamming so hard into the wall that you flinched and began crying again.
You turned to look at him through your bleary vision, “Ethan…”
“Why is it so easy for you to throw this all away?” he hissed, his nostrils flaring.
“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.
“TELL ME,” he demanded, his eyes growing dark, his chest pressing into yours.
You gasped out for air, embracing the tears that came, “IT’S NOT,” you screamed. “I-it hurts…” You sunk to the floor, hitting the ground and burrowing your head between your knees, your cheeks wet. A silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your muffled cries.
You knew he was still there, you just knew it.
You blinked at Ethan, crouched in front of you, his lips bent downwards in sadness. He slowly raised the back of his hand to your cheek, his knuckles brushing lightly against your skin, the feeling causing your heart to miss a beat. His hand trailed upwards, his thumb brushing your tears quickly off before skimming across your face and tracing your features softly. Eventually, his thumb came to your lower lip, where he tugged ever so gently. You raised your eyes to his, hating yourself for how much control he had over you. He moved in slowly, his head tilting as his lips gently made contact with yours. A single tear trailed down his bronzed cheek and onto your lips. His right hand held your face firmly to his, his chest heaving softly as he held you like that, and all the time in the world would not have been enough for how long you wanted to stay in his hold. He pulled back a long moment later, his hand falling to his side, his head drooping in understandment.
“What was that?” you whispered.
You could feel him moving away, but you couldn’t bear to watch him leave your side. A moment later, his voice came, barely audibly, from across the room.
It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.
“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.
You giggled, “c’mon guys!”
The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.
“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.
You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-
“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.
You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.
“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.
“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.
They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.
“Say we win!” said Nash.
You gasped, “N-no!”
“Kay, babe,” Jack said. Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.
“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.
“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.
You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won.
Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”
Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”
“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.
“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.
“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.
“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.
Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”
Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.
He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”
You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.
Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.
“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.
You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.
“They were just-”
“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.
You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.
“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.
His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.
“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.
Nash and jack went silent from across the room.
Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.
“I never want to see their hands on you again.”
You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.
You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.
“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”
“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.
He pressed his finger to your lips.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.
You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.
Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.
“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.
Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.
His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.
“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.
He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.
“Stop-teasing-” you managed.
Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,
“C-cam!” you moaned needily.
“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.
“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.
“Round one,” he stated.
“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-”
Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.
“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.
When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.
“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.
“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”
Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.
You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.
“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.
And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace.
You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.
And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.
“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing.
You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.
“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”
You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.
“Good job bro!”
“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”
Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”
Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”