Author’s Note: You guys asked for smut, and I give you smuff (fluffy smut). Sorry, not sorry. 😂 Additional notes at the end. 😉
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Camille waltzed into her living room, lazily setting her glass of red wine and pint of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food on her coffee table before plopping on the couch. She nestled into the cushions and started flipping through her DVR, trying to find something to entertain her without reminding her too much of him. Another lonely night at home with only my remote for company, she thought, picking up her glass and taking a large gulp in consolation.
Damien had been away for a week now. No, actually eight days. He’d left last Thursday morning for a brief two-day stint in Pittsburgh researching a case before venturing to Philly for a boys weekend with an old buddy, then stayed there for a week-long Private Investigator certification class. Today was Thursday again, day eight, and Cami missed him terribly. While they didn’t hang out every night when he was in town and most nights were pretty low-key … eight days was way too long to not see his cocky smile, not inhale his musky scent, not feel his arms wrapped around her when he greeted her with a hug and way too long without feeling his hot bare skin passionately pressed against hers. Thank goodness he was scheduled to come home tomorrow evening after the class was over …
After flipping through her entertainment options and not finding anything overly appealing, Cami finally settled on a repeat of Friends on live TV just for the background noise. I wonder what he’s doing now … she wondered. She took another sip of wine and a spoonful of ice cream, trying to zone out in a food and TV coma. But no dice. She begrudgingly dug her phone out of her pocket and starting typing out a text.
Hey D, what are you up to tonight? She pressed send, trying to distract herself with the TV while she waited patiently for a response. Buzz buzz.
Hey Beautiful, I was just thinking about you. Paul and I are out having a few drinks and watching the game. What are you up to?
She grinned at his note. Another boring night on the couch without you. Missing you. 😔 Send.
Buzz buzz. I miss you too, Baby. 😍 Buzz buzz. So what are you wearing? 😍
Camille burst out with a loud laugh. She lived for his flirtatious banter, how he always made her laugh when she need it most. She typed her reply. Damien Nazario! Mind out of the gutter, please! I was being serious. Send. She waited a moment, then typed out an additional confession. I really do miss you. Send.
Buzz buzz. I know, Baby. I really miss you too. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I’ll be back a little after 8. I gotta drop off my notes and files from this week before we can go out. Can you meet me at my office at 8:30?
Her heart raced at the thought of seeing him tomorrow. 8:30 it is. I can’t wait. 😘 Night, D. Send.
Buzz buzz. Good night Beautiful. Dream of me tonight. 😉
Camille’s mouth was still positioned in a wide, goofy grin as she locked her phone and set it on the table. She sighed concededly, then scooped a mouthful of ice cream and picked up her glass again before leaning back against the couch cushions. “Looks like the three amigos are stuck together again for one more night.” She swallowed the creamy sweet treat and chased it down with the wine, then settled in for the night.
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Buzz buzz. Camille was marching down the sidewalks of New York, finishing the two block trek from the nearest subway station to Damien’s office building in Queens. She glanced down at the message on her phone.
Hey Baby, I just got to the office. You on your way yet? She smiled with anticipation, knowing that she was only a few minutes away from seeing Damien. She slowed her pace a little and tried to dodge the foot traffic as she typed her response.
She smirked devilishly. Oh shit, D! Were you coming home tonight? Send.
Buzz buzz. Very funny, Smartass. I’ll see you in a few. 😉
Cami chuckled reading his note. He knew her so well. And she knew him. It was so different from any guys she had dated before. There was none of the awkward getting-to-know-you conversations or learning each other’s likes and dislikes. They were way past that, which only made the attraction stronger.
She arrived in front of his office building and pressed the call button for him to let her up. After climbing the three flights of stairs to his floor, she paused in the hallway to steady her rapid breathing. She couldn’t decide if it was excitement or the strenuous activity, but she knew she didn’t want to be panting like a dog in heat when she saw him.
After a few deep breaths, she tapped softly on the door and let herself in. Damien was standing over his desk sorting through paperwork, brow furrowed in concentration … but when he heard the door click open he looked up and beamed ear to ear at the sight of her. He dropped the papers in front of him and took large strides around the desk to scoop her into his arms in a big hug. She squealed as he lifted her up off the ground and twirled her around. “Oh god, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Cami!” He was still smiling when he placed her back on the floor and cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Camille giggled at his enthusiasm, hooking her arms around his waist as she peered up into his dark brown eyes. “Hmm, I guess you really did miss me, D.” She quipped playfully.
Damien exhaled a low chuckle and traced his thumb along her lower lip, tugging it down slightly to open her mouth. He leaned forward, a mischevious look in his eyes. “Oh, I definitely did.” His lips found hers in a slow, sensual kiss as he ran his hands through her hair and down her body to her lower back, pulling her tighter against his hips.
She let out a surprised moan at his boldness before melting into his embrace. Her head began to swim with desire, all of her emotions poured into these kisses and these caresses. “Show me, D.” She muttered against his lips. “Show me how much you missed me.”
Damien growled at her invitation, his hand dropping to grasp hers and place it against the front of his pants. “Feel what you do to me. Do you feel how badly I missed you?” Her hand cupped the large bulge in his pants, nimbly massaging his hard length through the fabric. He emitted another low groan at the friction and she felt the ministrations of her own arousal tingling from her scalp down to her core. His mouth traveled down her jaw to her neck, causing her to squirm against him as he left a trail of wet bitemarks in his wake. His fingertips traveled to her thigh and under the hem of her dress to the seam of her cotton panties. “And how bad did you miss me, Cami?” She gasped as she felt his digits stroking her through the damp fabric. “Mmmm … so wet, Baby. Is that for me?”
“Yes … for you, D.” She panted her reply as he continued his leisurely teasing. She took a deep breath and stepped back, gazing up into his eyes dark with heat. Her hands found their way to undo his belt buckle and his fly, swiftly releasing him from the confines of his pants and tugging them down over his hips along with his boxer briefs. He reached out for her, but she batted his hands away before reaching under her dress to pull her panties down to her ankles and kick them to the side as he watched intently. As she stood up, she grasped his tie and pulled his mouth to hers again in a fierce, searing kiss. Damien’s hands traveled quickly to the back of her thighs and gripped them tightly as he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her slowly through the room and pressed her back against the wall, using the extra support to free up a hand and position his rigid member against her slick entrance.
He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers. “Tell me who you want, Cami. Tell me you’re mine.” His voice was commanding, yet Camille could hear the vulnerability in his tone. It was his way of asking if he could claim her as his own.
“I’m yours, D. I only want you.” She muttered between hot breaths, face against his as she held gripped his shoulders.
With that permission, Damien thrust into her swiftly and grunted in ecstasy at the feel of her tight around his manhood. Cami’s head rocked back at the sensation and she dug her fingers into his shoulders in preparation for what she knew was coming. Propping one hand against the wall and the other gripping her ass, Damien began forcefully burying himself deep inside her over and over again. He emitted low, animalistic growls as he continuously pounded into her against the wall. After nine days of being apart, they both knew it would only take a few moments to meet their climaxes now that they were reunited. With each thrust Cami released a sharp exhale combined with a moan, gradually growing to more of a whine as she neared release. Damien couldn’t hold on any longer and emptied himself inside of her with a loud, guttural roar. The sound of his climax sent her over the edge, her body pulsing around his member as the shocks reverberated through her limbs.
As they caught their breath, Damien gently set Cami back on the ground and placed gentle kisses across her forehead and cheeks as he came to. She clung to his neck with her eyes closed, still not sure her legs were able to function yet. After they separated, Damien pulled his pants back on and watched her slip her panties on under her dress with her back to him. As she stood up and straightened her dress and started smoothing her hair, his heart swelled in awe of her.
“I love you, you know.” He stated matter-of-factly. She froze in place, unsure that she had heard him right. Hesitantly she turned to face him, a smug smile on her lips.
“What did you say?” She questioned.
Damien took two steps so that he stood directly in front of her, cautiously placing one hand to trace her cheekbone while he watched her reaction. “I said, I love you Camille.”
Camille inhaled sharply and she closed her eyes to fight back the tears she felt forming. She took his hand from her face and pressed her lips to his palm before moving it to cup her cheek. She opened her eyes to meet his, her lashes damp with happy tears. “I love you too, Damien. So much.”
His lips turned up in a relieved smile and he pressed one soft kiss to her forehead. His grasped her petite hand in his own and tugged her contentedly towards the door. “What do you say we get out of here and I buy you dinner?”
She beamed up at him as she followed willingly, overjoyed and blissfully happy. “You got it. I’m all yours, D.”
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Author’s Note (continued): I’m still trying to plow thru (that’s what she said!) these NSFW requests and definitely combining where I can for efficiency’s sake. And again, this one had three dirty requests that I still managed to turn into a fluffy fic. I just can’t help myself, I rarely can do just pure smut. 😉
This story combines 3 (or 4?) NSFW requests in one. Both @mfackenthal and @ashtonmore requested NSFW prompt #23 “Feel what you do to me”, then @enmchoices asked for prompt #12 Sex in an office. An anonymous requestor gave me the double challenge of prompt #9 Sex against a wall PLUS (and I quote) “any kink not mentioned in the book.” Seriously Nonny?!?! We’ve already established in the actual book that Damien likes to hear you say his name, be in control, bend you over … and we’ve pretty much made it canon in the fandom that he’s an ass man. But okay, challenge accepted … I added another additional kink in here. Bonus points if you can find it and leave it in the notes. 😉👍🏻
Thanks all for reading – I hope you like it! 😘