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cAMPING PROMPT !!!! we’re both camp counsellors and our cabins are rivals so we have to make out in secret ;))) luv u

You Can’t Escape My Affection

I luvvvvv this prompt and i luv u! I’ve been on a course all week and wrote this on the train this morning so I only proof read it once, sorry...no explicit smut, just a horny drabble really.

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Rivulets of water dripped over his chiselled features, gliding over cheekbones that could cut glass and that rugged jaw line to map the strong column of his throat.

His shirt had become transparent in the water; the white fabric clinging to him, every chiselled ab and flare of brutally honed muscle slicked over tightly, the defined panes sharper than a whetted blade.

Broad arms sinfully carved from thick muscle glistened, tattoos stark and oily as he smoothed his hands back through his hair, over his head, the muscles of his biceps and upper chest flexing casually. With his long, dark hair, slicked back thickly, his grin was unobstructed, and Nesta’s knees went weak.

“Touché”

Nesta shrugged.

A handsome dimple pierced the crease of his cheek, and as though it were the most natural thing to do, Cassian brought his hands to the hem of his shirt, and tugged the sticky fabric off over his head.

“Now get in here” he demanded, nothing playful in those deep brown eyes as he tossed the wet item at her.

Nesta caught it, and almost went to smell it instinctually, burning to smother herself in Cassian’s masculine scent.

The sun lathered over his broad and powerful upper body, water crawling down the rugged panes like honey, slowly drizzling over a thick and gluttonous desert.

God her boyfriend was gorgeous.

21 years old to her 19 and quite possibly the love of her life, if not just the best sex she’d ever had. Of course, if anyone at Camp Illyria asked, she’d say he was an arrogant and preening bastard who thought having a body like a Greek god was a substitute for a personality.

This couldn’t have been further from the truth, aside from the body like a Greek god part, which was entirely and torturously accurate. Cassian was kind, and intelligent and funny and not an inch of that confidence was misplaced; if anything, he was sometimes ignorant to just how wonderful he was. But pretences had to be maintained.

The rivalry between Siphon Cabin and Fascinus Cabin was legend. As camp counsellors and representatives of their respective cabins, it was their sacred duty to hate each other’s guts.

Which was kind of hard seeing as they were intensely in love and fucking like rabbits.

They’d managed to keep their relationship secret for almost two consecutive summers now. Sneaking about and perhaps overzealous in their trying to sell the whole “damn do we hate each other and decidedly not want to be making out right now” thing.

But this afternoon, Cassian had slipped up behind her when she’d been bent over the water fountain, on her first break from coaching tennis all morning. With a large, warm hand on her ass, tennis skirt slightly tucked up over the plump flesh, he’d given her cheek a firm squeeze as he’d whispered in her ear.

“Romantic walk. You. Me. Sunset. I’ll see you on the beach at seven, Sweetheart”

She’d only brushed the heal of her shoe up his calf slowly to indicate she’d heard before swivelling to walk away. A tight sway in her hips purely for his benefit.

Their fingers had brushed every so often as they’d wondered lazily along the water’s edge, any onlookers reasoning that they would be discussing tomorrow’s activities.

It had been romantic, the closest thing to a date they’d had since Cassian had once snuck her a plate of french toast back to his cabin where she’d been stranded, aching so deeply from their athletic sex the night before that she hadn’t been able to stand.

They’d made their way down the jetty gradually, it’s broad legs wading through the lake, glossy with tangerine and gold and pink as the sun set.

“I’d never really realised how far out this thing goes” Nesta had mused, peering over the edge at her reflection. The little necklace at her cleavage that Cassian had given her the first day of camp this year glinting brightly and dangling from her throat.

“Mmmm” Cassian had slid his hand into hers where it was tucked behind her back. Tugging her against him.

She was pressed flush to that powerful upper body, his hands coming to her hips tightly. Those exposed arms, detailed with tattoos that spilt over his shoulders like glistening black oil, caging her in at the waist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she’d raised an eye brow, making the fatal error of putting a hand on one of his pecs to push him away. She’d become momentarily distracted by just how hard the muscle was, totally losing her train of thought.

“You said yourself, we’re pretty far off camp…” he’d licked his lower lip slightly before biting down on the plush softness.

“So?” Nesta had sounded unpersuadable enough, but her wondering hands had betrayed her. Her fingers finding themselves exploring his glorious arms and over the solid flare of his biceps.

“So” Cassian had began, his hands suddenly gliding down to her ass and thrusting her up, forcing her onto her toes so that their faces were now almost level. “Can I get a kiss from my girlfriend?”

His purr had been dripping with a masculine command and hot desire.

So she’d pushed him.

“Babe, you’re in the water because you can’t keep your hands to yourself” Nesta bent her knees to crouch down on the edge of the jetty. “So there is no way I’m coming in there with you” she said, going to stand back up. But Cassian was quick as he was strong, and with a broad stroke had pulled himself to the lip of the jetty. Bracing those large hands on the edge he pushed himself up on fully extended arms, the chiselled muscle there not even trembling with the strain of holding his upper body up.

“Afraid you won’t be able to resist me, Archeron?” his smirk was fatal, and Nesta sucked on her bottom lip as she made the mistake of allowing her eyes to wonder where they wished. Cassian’s skin like dark bronze was washed with that fine dusting of hair across his abdomen and dribbling with water drops that mapped every inch of him she craved to touch.

She lowered her knees onto the slightly damp wood and sunk down so that her face was level with his own, her ass resting atop her ankles.

“Maybe that I won’t be able to resist punching you” she said, leaning in and looking into those beautiful brown eyes. Her plush lips were a whisper from his own, the soft cotton of her baby blue t hemming low enough that the swell of her heavy breasts peaked sweetly out from the neckline.

She tucked a soooong wet lick of hair behind his ear.

“For someone trying to resist punching me you sure can’t seem to keep your hands off me,” Cassian quirked a dark eyebrow, eyes narrowing in challenge.

Nesta’s laugh was light and condescending, as she shook her head slowly, brushing his nose in an Eskimo kiss. “Because I’m the hands one in this relationship,” she said sarcastically.

“Do you have idea how hard your laugh gets me?”

Nesta had to groan a little exhale at that.

“Stop flirting with me” she warned.

“Or what?” Cassian leaned in closer to her,m.

Nesta didn’t balk from the challenge, bracing her own hands on the wood in front of her and leaning in so that her heavy breasts brushed his gleaming chest, her back arched slightly and the wetness bleeding through her shirt causing her nipples to tighten.

“Or when you fall asleep,” she murmured low against his lips,” I’ll steal every piece of furniture from your cabin, and throw it all in the lake”

Cassian narrowed those dreamy eyes like Swiss chocolate. He smelt like vetiver and s’mores.

“No way you could pull that off again”

“Try me”

“If you insist” he kissed her.

Lingering for only a sweet, hot moment, before his hand was cupping the side of her skull, and she was pulled into the water head first.

She crashed through the still surface, the gush of cool water begrudgingly welcome in the searing, late evening heat.

Nesta bobbed back to the surface with a furious splutter, gasping for air.

“Cassian” she splashed him sharply, his handsome features splitting in a charming laugh as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

“I can’t stand up here” she furrowed her brow at him disapprovingly, their faces tucked into the silhouette of one another, and Nesta had to resist the urge to squirm against Cassian’s ridiculously sculpted body.

He gave her an incredulous look, disbelief and amusement quirking at his lips as he narrowed his eyes. “Yeh but you you can swim, sweetheart.”

He didn’t let go of her though, his large hands coming to rest on her ass, her white cotton shorts no doubt translucent. Nesta couldn’t help but run her hands up through his thick dark hair, up from the nape of his neck to brush the tips of his ears with her thumbs.

His eyes burned, a dark and wanton prowess slipping in and out of focus in the warm, brown. Like he couldn’t decide between lavishing her with affection, or his tongue.

Cassian’s strong forearms were braced beneath her thighs and the water shifted like satin beneath her t shirt where it billowed against her stomach under the surface. Above the surface, the fabric clung to her heavy breasts, the full flesh tight at the sudden coolness and Cassian’s touch, her nipples pebbled and visible.

“But do you remember what you said the other night?” Nesta hummed, watching her fingers as they gently brushed a dark stand of hair from his forehead.

“That I love it when we fuck missionary?” He murmured, thick and low and looking straight into her eyes as he brought a thumb to brush the beam of her cheek. “Because if I put my hand on your stomach I can feel my cock, fucking you all the way into your tummy, filling you up the way you love?”

Nesta took a long breath through her nose, the reaction almost imperceptible. She leaned her chest into him, and his nostrils flared slightly with pure, male satisfaction at the press of her nipples and plump breasts into his hard body, throbbing with warmth.

“No” she sighed, long and slow as though she were disappointed and a little bored. “That you love me,” she paused, tilting her face up, as though she were just waiting for him to lean down and capture her mouth in a searing and deep kiss. “And that whatever I needed from you, you’d do it, no question, no hesitation”

She carved each words with the plump pillow of her lips like she were whetting a blade with the plush pout. Leaving her mouth parted on the punctuation of the last word.

“I remember” he nodded slowly, angling his head ever so slightly downwards, his slick hair brushing her fingertips where they rested on his broad shoulder as he moved.

“Well that includes being my own personal lilo” she shrugged.

“You know how much it turns me on when you objectify me, baby” he growled dramatically, dipping her in his tight hold to kiss her passionately, her wet hair falling back to drip into the water.

They were each smiling too much for it to be a real kiss, Nesta all but giggling in his arms.

He nipped at her lip, and though it was meant to be teasing and playful, Nesta couldn’t help the tightness that bloomed in her core.

“Mmmm, Cassian” she whispered reprimandingly as he began to kiss her slower, like he meant it. She gently coaxed him off her mouth with a gentle press into his shoulders. “We can’t” her lips were still parted, a whisper from his and her nose tucked against his own, eyes closed.

“I know” he conceded.

Nesta pressed her nails into the muscle at his shoulder just hard enough to tell him she hated it just as much as him.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, the rippling muscles of his form painfully obvious against every inch of her body, it was everything Nesta could do not to roll into him with her hips. Instead she just kept her forehead pressed to his, only for a moment longer, she told herself.

“I love you” he whispered.

Nesta bit into her lip softly, rubbing her thumb into his shoulder soothingly.

“Lucky me” she whispered.

She could feel the restraint practically shivering in every cell of his body.

“My gorgeous girl,” he traced his nose up her throat, tucking it along the tender softness beneath her jaw and eventually coming to her ear, which he nipped at.

Nesta had to open her eyes, to remind herself that the sky was a thing that existed above them and that she was in a lake, in her clothes, where anyone might see them, wrapped up in the arms of a man who would have to wait for just that reason.

“Stop it,” she warned him. Her breathing already becoming a struggle with the intensity of his hold and the rugged and tight set of his jaw. Even the sound of his breathing, raw and powerful and low, was getting her hot and bothered.

“Do you love me?” his voice was so low, so raw, it was almost as if he was growling at her. His eyes dark and oily with a curdling desire.

“Do you get off on asking dumb questions?”

“I’d like to get off with you.”

“Very smooth.”

“Answer the question.”

Nesta sighed.

“I love you.”

It was almost silent, quiet as it was sincere.

“I love you so much I can’t fucking breath, you absolute jackass. I’m so in love with you it feels like I miss you when I’m with you. I’m so in love with you it makes me feel sick sometimes.”

Cassian’s chest pressed into her as he exhaled deeply.

“Now tell me I can’t have you.”

His eyes were on hers, and the the unspoken words had Nesta’s chest aching like she were sprinting at full speed and needed to stop before she threw up. I dare you. I dare you to deny me.

She titled her head up, face leaning up into his and her mouth still parted just slightly.

“Under the jetty” she whispered at last, eyes closed and fingertips trembling at his shoulders with restraint and need. “No one will see us”

Cassian moved quicker than she’d ever seen anyone move before.

He pulled them to the jetty in two broad, powerful strokes. And was kissing her against the nearest beam before she could faint in his arms at the rolling of the muscles at his shoulder as he’d swam.

Nesta didn’t hesitate. Never would.

She was all but ringing his hair between her fingers, tugging and pressing her fingertips into his skull deeply to tug herself into him, every inch of her body writhing with a slow, rolling rhythm, the slick glide of her forearms over the muscles of his shoulders, the fidgeting press of her heels into the dip of his toned lower back, her stomach flexing against his washboard abs and her breasts absorbing every guttural breath and pounding beat of his heart.

It was all too much, and it was only the fact that she had nowhere to go, his beast-like strength holding her to him and making escape an impossibility, that stopped her from breaking away to try and breath, function, exist in a state that wasn’t a burning frenzy of heavy and overwhelming hedonism and desire.

The man drove her to hysterics.

Cassian was squeezing her ass with merciless greed, the soft, yearning knock of his jaw against her own and the brutal, masculine cut of every inch of his body intoxicating as he kissed her, filthy.

Nesta’s hands came to cup his jaw intensely as she pulled herself up and into him harder, her body physically cresting as though she were trying to climb his body with the tight, hot lust in her stomach as she kissed him with fevered passion.

It was hot and heavy, every cell of her going into showing him how much she loved him; and how attracted to him she was. His mind, his voice, his body, his face and every sweet thing he was doing to her, driving her to pour her affection over him like she were trying to glaze him in her love.

Their tongues worked against one another with thorough intent, glossy strings stretching between them with every parting of their hungry mouths.

Nesta gripped Cassian’s bicep like it were an anchor, her hand barely making its way over the muscle even with her fingers splayed in desperate claws, the toned, bronze skin dimpling under her touch. The hand at her hip dragged up her waist and over the lip of her ribs, the sticky shirt rucking up in a slow, dripping, scrunching of the material against her burning skin.

Every one of those defined abs was now pressing into her exposed skin, his tight Adonis belt pressing into her abdomen through her flimsy shorts.

Nesta rubbed up against him through his jeans, the soft fabric of her shorts and her tiny panties providing an all but gossamer barrier between her throbbing pussy and the press of his zipper. He was so hard and thick against the inner seam of her thigh.

Their mouths slowed to a deep, lazy pace of pure desire and worship. No longer chasing the taste of the other’s tongue like it were candyfloss that would melt in the heat of their mouth. Instead indulging in the taste of each other like they were licking melted chocolate of the spoon.

They rolled against one another, the water lapping at their rocking bodies as they ground slowly against each other, and Nesta mused that it should have simmering on contact with Cassian’s burning skin. Every inch of him throbbed with a heat that soaked Nesta far more throughly than the water ever could.

She swore her eyes rolled back into her skull as he chewed down on her bottom lip, her body sinking into his to better align herself with the slow work of his hips. The wooden beam at her back creaked softly with every insistent press of her ass into the structure.

Nesta whined softly, biting down on Cassian’s lip.

“Someone’s going to notice if the pier starts swaying, baby” her voice was barely audible above the rhythmic creaking and lapping of water against their slowly grinding bodies. Her nose tucked against Cassian’s, their lips still brushing as they gasped for breathand her eyes closed, Cassian’s powerful breathing driving her wild.

How could he make breathing so fucking hot?

“And if we stay any longer…” Nesta pressed a lingering kiss to his burning lips, “I’m gonna need you to fuck me. And then you’ll probably break the pier”

Cassian chuckled, opening his eyes and with a torturously deep press of his hips that pinned her to the beam, he groaned against her parted mouth, both of them still breathless.

“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you, till I can next do this?” He tilted his head, pressing an affectionate, hot kiss just below her ear. Nesta’s sigh tripped on her deep breaths, and she tilted her head back against the wood and slipped her fingers between the belt loops of his jeans under the water.

“I wish we could stay here forever” she whispered, whimpering lightly as Cassian began to nibble at her ear lobe and bringing her hand to play with his hair, the other coming to rest atop his shoulder.

“I know” he kissed the shell of her ear, then traced his nose down the column of her throat beneath her chin, like the scent of her drove him wild. A smug smile tugged at his mouth when he reached the necklace bouncing slightly atop her cleavage with her breathing.

He pressed a kiss over the golden heart, no bigger than the pad of his thumb.

“My Sweetheart”

His purr hummed through her breasts, and Nesta would have laughed at him , if it weren’t so fucking hot.

But goosebumps that were not the work of her boyfriend’s skillful touch were beginning to dust her arms, the sun disappearing and the water becoming colder as the sky burned a dark lilac.

“I love you, Cassian” she said, dropping her chin slowly and tilting her head to capture his mouth in a sweet, loving kiss.

Her fingers came to his neck, and he returned ever drop of adoring softness with his lips.

“I love you, Nesta”

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