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F*CK ME ON CAMERA - after a devastating breakup, your best friend is there to mend your broken heart. (nicholas alexander chavez x reader)

it had been four days since you’d last seen home. at this point, you are still counting the days away from it. you weren’t necessarily complaining, though. according to your father, it was the path god wanted you to take. as such, you had his full guidance and protection.

you were to study beneath father charlie mayhew. it was an honor to you and your family; poor, religious commune natives. aside from it being one less mouth to feed — a woman, no less — it was also the biggest opportunity you would ever get to learn about god in a prestigious manner. college was out of the question.

father mayhew was waiting for you at the airport. you weren’t certain why, but you didn’t expect to meet him immediately. you guessed a man like him would just send a car, but alas. he was tall and exceedingly handsome. handsome enough that it made you blush upon making eye contact with him. you decided that your reaction was fine because you could still focus properly in the meantime.

the first few minutes of the car ride were awkwardly silent, passing by painfully slowly whilst father mayhew exited the airport parking deck. by the time you were able to leave, fathew mayhew finally spoke first, “i know so little about you. please,” he insists, glancing over at you with a soft grin, “tell me about you.”

so you did. you felt embarrassed, going on a tangent to include the poverty, religious society, any education you were ever blessed with came directly from the church; your father called it god’s mouth. normally, your explanation as to your backstory ellicits a distasteful response. you’ve heard of abuse and misogyny from hateful people, often accompanied by a wince or shutter. but not from father mayhew, who nodded and listened intently without any god-straying comments in mind. it made you feel at ease.

“you consider yourself to be close with god?” he asks after you finish telling him about your desire to learn. you nodded hesitantly, shyly agreeing but still somewhat doubtful in your mind.

“there is still more to learn,” you finally say, your eyes catching onto father mayhew’s hands as they grip the steering wheel, thankful that your with someone capable of teaching you.

“of course,” he agrees, “but not tonight, i’m afraid. you must be wide awake.”

he was correct. you were extremely jet lagged from traveling across the country, and you had not eaten since the detroit airport the day prior. your nerves were shot for a majority of the trip, allowing you to go long hours without sleep and practically forgetting to eat until you’re on another plane with an hour until touchdown. currently, it was nearing ten p.m.. you nodded, agreeing and he smiled again.

finally getting to his home, there was little discomfort by this time. you felt strangely secure in charlie’s presence despite just having met him. unlike men you were accustomed to that often made you feel uncomfortable, father mayhew seemed above that; a god-abiding man full of knowledge he wants to relay. you didn’t fear inappropriate comments or impure thoughts with father mayhew.

you follow his lead to the front door, his scent enough to make your knees weak as you remained close. he opens the door, turning to face you better as his left hand moves to the small of your back, inching closely to your ass. he guided you inside, a gentle act of kindness you decided. father mayhew was not your regular guy. he didn’t indulge in temptation, nor was his mind filled to the brim with twisted fantasies.

charlie moved ahead, leading the way towards the dining room, which had an open view to the kitchen area. in a separate room was the couch, it’s room lights turned low until it was nearly pitch black everywhere else except for the kitchen.

father mayhew, despite being an evolved and sophisticated man, still harbored uncertainties. his gaze was dark; nothing like the gaze of your previous pastors or priests. it was a visual that was almost capable of running a shiver down your spine. “i don’t want you to feel as though you’re alone, right now.” he finally says, approaching you closer until he’s able to usher you into the living room after flicking on the lights.

you listen carefully, ensuring you understand what you assume to be ground rules. you expected as such, being a newcomer in someone else’s home often came with strings of some sort. with this, you had no desire to disappoint father mayhew.

“because, you’re not,” he finishes as the two of you sit down. politely, he turns closer to you, able to stare into the depths of your eyes if you let him. “while you learn, it’s my job to learn about you,” he says, his fingertips barely grazing against the hem of your skirt. “so you must tell me if anything makes you feel uncomfortable.”

you nodded simply, though you doubted there was anything father mayhew could do to make you uncomfortable around him.

“i don’t imagine that would be a problem,” your quiet tone announces. father mayhew smiles softly, as though to thank you, and it easily melts the goosebumps of terror down your back. despite carrying an energy that reads him as irritable, he was quite the opposite.

“if this is going to work, you must be comfortable with me. it’s my job to protect you while you’re with me, so i need you capable of telling me what you need, or want.”

you nodded again, gaining the bigger picture that father mayhew would act as a guardian of sorts during your time studying under him. while you never had the privilege to attend college, it was easy to pretend and think of father mayhew as a professor, you his student.

“do you know what you want?” father mayhew’s voice nearly made you tremble, interrupting your inner thoughts as you imagined father mayhew as your professor. certainly, he would be extremely kind as a professor, too.

“to be closer with god,” you reply out of instinct, having only one objective in your mind since you were young. he smiled, and almost laughed but stopped himself.

“no, with your life. certainly, there’s something you’ve wanted,” he says, “you don’t travel all that way for nothing.”

he was correct. thousands of miles later to end up on father mayhew’s couch seemed unlikely. god hasn’t directly spoken to you about this move, but you knew it to be the correct path. aside from getting closer with god, you couldn’t easily recall anything you’d wanted in life that was anything more than replaceable.

well, there was one thing you could think of, but decided against saying it aloud. not only was the prospect of it insulting to your faith, but you seriously doubted it was anything father mayhew wanted to hear.

“is it sin that holds you back?” he asks, his voice softer now as he noted the change in your expression. you’d only just thought of something and are now trying to hide it, he could tell by the shift.

you only nodded. you were a sinner, despite not having the guts to say it aloud.

“tell me your sins,” he encourages, leaning in closer to you but still keeping a comfortable distance. you hesitated, but recalled that father mayhew required you to be completely honest with him.

“it’s lust, father mayhew,” you confessed quickly, feeling a small weight removed from your shoulders and added to you stomach. you were terrified of his possible reactions, certain that he’d ask you to leave mere hours after you just arrived.

“i see,” he says beneath his breath, “it’s a normal vice for some to share. you’re only eighteen; certainly, you’ve never been in an intimate relationship?”

you shook your head, embarrassed. so embarrassed, in fact, that you didn’t notice the difference in father mayhew’s pants as he struggled to keep his erection under control. you felt the burn behind your eyes as tears made their way. you were not expecting such a confession within the first day of meeting him. “i’m not a whore, father mayhew. i can’t stop thinking about it.”

“i know you aren’t,” he quickly replied, his hand gently placing against your cheek as he swiped his thumb along your tear trails. “love keeps no record of wrongdoings. god forgives you; there is no reason other’s can’t.”

you nod weakly, despite your mindset staying the same. you couldn’t forgive yourself for your temptations; you were deadly curious, wanting to know how it felt to be held by a man.

a man like father mayhew. while it felt utterly sinful to think of him in any way other than as your mentor, you couldn’t help but wonder if the touch was at all similar to the feeling you got when father mayhew touched your cheek and rid your tears. you inspected his free hand while he didn’t notice. you saw the veins; felt the calloused padding of his fingertips against your cheek.

“it’s curiousity, isn’t it?” he asked, the faintest of grins on his face as he inspected your flushed face closely, his hand now busy moving hair out of your face. any excuse to touch you a little bit longer.

you nodded, thankful that father mayhew was able to understand your predicament.

“it’s human nature,” he eases, your eyes finally meeting his before he finally moves his hand down, a soft grin present, “you’ve never been kissed before? touched?”

“no, father mayhew, absolutely not,” you assure quickly, shaking your head briefly, “i’m saving myself.”

“for god,” father mayhew finishes with a subtle nod. you debated on correcting him before lightly shaking your head.

“for a man of god,” you correct him awkwardly, “preferably.”

something changes in his expression at your words. perhaps a brow raise or a signature, subtle grin, but he looked at you differently now. it was a good different, certainly, but still new and strange.

you felt ashamed; confessing to your mentor, a priest, of your worldly desires. you had no interest in the tangible — money, cars, properties — but instead, the intimate love of a man. you could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment once more, this time a fire that seemed to light all over your body.

still, father mayhew remained quiet, his hand now resting extremely close to your thigh. he seemed lost within you, simply watching you with a somewhat amused expression. for a brief few moments, you assumed father mayhew would assure you that your sins were capable of being forgiven, or that perhaps there were methods to avoid temptation.

but he never did; the empty air filling the house quickly until the only thing you can hear is your heart thudding beneath your flesh.

“how did you avoid temptation, father?” you finally asked, your voice small, terrified that you may disturb some form of peace he had found. still, his expression didn’t change. if anything, he seemed lighter.

“it’s not without difficulty, of course,” he assures. he seemed nervous, now. his eyes couldn’t hold your gaze for very long anymore, “i’ve come to accept certain things, one of those being that i’m a man with needs, much like every other man. the initial task of maintaining celibacy was for eve and adam. while we want more people to join the church, we must also accept that temptation will follow. the advancement of the human race relies on men like me, and women like you, after all.”

men like him and women like you. his words replay in your head approximately twenty times and you still were unsure if you’d heard them correctly.

silence lingers between you. your mind felt fuzzy for nearly five minutes, processing father mayhew’s words carefully. you were certain you’d heard him correctly. you were certain you’d understood him perfectly.

you looked at him again. he seemed closer now, glancing down at your lips when you nervously bit the bottom one. you studied him entirely; your initial impression that he was handsome still standing strong. even now, he was capable of making you feel secure, despite the uncertainty lurking. “our god sees all. he knows your true desires, even if you can’t admit to them. what you’re experiencing isn’t sin, but a test; i can help you understand it better.”

his voice was so quiet you’d hardly heard him speak, capable of brushing it off entirely if it weren’t for his hands. one rested on the meat of your thigh, his fingers dipping ever so slightly beneath your skirt.

your breath caught in your throat, vividly memorizing the warmth that spread throughout your body, and how warm father mayhew was.

“would you like to know a man’s touch?”

you feverishly nodded, feeling his warm breath dance across your neck as you were thrown in a daze. his touch felt so pleasurable already; you could only imagine if he were to continue. besides, father mayhew was a man of god — likely the closest man to god for many, many miles.

if father mayhew partook, there was no possibility it could stray you from the lord. he was gentle, using his free hand to grab onto your waist, pulling your body onto his lap with ease, his fingertips never leaving your thighs for too long.

“have you ever touched yourself?” he asked, his tone low and raspy as his lips lazily dragged along your clothed breast, making your lips quiver.

“y—yes, father,” you reply shamefully, despite the fact that he now had his hands all over you — his mouth, too.

“did you ask for forgiveness?” he asked quickly, to which you proudly nodded in response. “good girl.”

the sentiment made your core tighten for a brief second. your panties fell damp, feeling pathetic that it merely takes his voice to summon your arousal. it almost made you feel embarrassed when father mayhew’s hand slid beneath your skirt, feeling the wet cloth covering your heat.

instead, he smiled softly, his fingertip swirling around the fabric as you bit down on your lip, unsuccessfully suppressing whines everytime he grazed against one particular spot.

“i want you to feel comfortable with me,” he spoke softly, as though his fingers weren’t actively pulling your white panties aside. your gaze met his again, starstruck by the sincerity of it. you wanted to keep looking at father mayhew while he made you feel good. “i want you to call me daddy, okay? no more ‘father’.”

his fingertips traced down your heat, your mind immediately turning into a pot of sinful thoughts as the dam of temptation shattered. you weren’t certain if the sensation made you want more, or if you were teetering on dangerous territory.

“okay?” he asks again, his voice still soft and quiet, as though he’s speaking to a stranger. you simply nodded; the only gesture you could make without embarrassing yourself further. you were trembling, and there was no doubt he could feel it.

his finger traced down your clit again, hovering over your hole before restarting the process all over again. your breaths were becoming riggid, and something clawed at the back of your throat, desperately attempting to get out. it wasn’t until his fingertips expertly began circling your sensitive nub did you recognize what it was clawing at your throat for release; you shivered and whined involuntarily, your breaths becoming your words as they grew louder and louder.

his hands were so warm, so much larger than your own and felt infinitely better. not knowing how he will touch you next was part of the thrill, keeping you dangling for more and more. out of options, your arms clung around charlie as the floating sensation returned. when his head slightly turned to plant a swift kiss against your clammy hand, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore. you’ve never before experienced a moment in which you genuinely didn’t use your head until now, feverishly kissing him despite your amateur skills.

it wasn’t like it mattered — your skills, that is — because he was quick to take charge again, incapable of being left in the dark for a moment. in addition, his hand that was once busy with your clit now began prodding at your cunt. “oh, god,” you sigh quietly, feeling the tip of his finger gently prod into you, minimally stretching your virgin cunt.

“he isn’t here,” father mayhew’s voice was quiet as you continued to softly moan against his every movement, “only me.”

his fingertip dug deeper, making you squeal and instinctively close your thighs around his hand, restraining his movements despite his finger’s continuing assault against your wet cunt. the pinch of discomfort dissolved quickly into pleasure, the sensation allowing your legs some rest. father mayhew smiles softly, noting the change in your reception.

“fa — daddy, it’s —” you struggled to speak up, his finger burrowing deeper and deeper into you. he made a noise that resembled a chuckle — perhaps a satisfied one — as he slowly stroked his digit in and out of you.

“so wet,” he mindlessly says, “so special and pure.”

he seemed ignorant to your reactions, simply observing as though he had no power to control it. he enjoyed watching you, and you were beginning to think you enjoyed being watched.

“it’s why god brought you to me,” he finishes, mumbling against the skin of your neck. softly and desperately, he gently nips at your skin, leaving a trail of saliva down your throat. you moaned, the sensation of his ring finger joining his middle inside you to stretch you beyond what you ever knew before.

“it’s — ah! — i’m gonna —” your announcement dissipates into feverish, loud moans. something was overcoming you quickly; a warm gush of wetness and tension nearly bursting.

“cum for me. trust me, angel,” his voice remained soft but held a dark undertone, as though he was daring you to unravel on his hand.

you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter as your resolve crumbled. an implosion of pleasure pulsating from your wetness, which spilled all over father mayhew’s hand as you squealed once more.

“good — good girl,” he praises again, his long fingers brushing against your clit as you came down from the orgasmic high. his soft lips gently laid kisses against your neck as you caught your breath.

the time span between your phone call to nicholas and his arrival at your front door seemed to be short-lived and frankly, so was his patience.

nicholas told you this guy of yours — supposedly your ‘boyfriend’ — was bad news. he knew men like that; they only cared about one thing, only, and while nicholas was wrong in the sense that your boyfriend only cared about your body, he did only care about himself.

being caught in the middle of an infidelity within a couple was anybody else’s worst nightmare, but not to nicholas. for him, it was the perfect opportunity.

it started with innocent cuddling, your tears rolling down and drying in nicholas’ hoodie. the movie playing on screen was just a background noise, it’s volume so quiet so nicholas could hear your short mumbles of communication between cries. nicholas’ responses always the same; a mixture of disgust and any friendly way he could think of to say he told you so. . . well, he played at a game, too; working at your newly-blossomed insecurities like no other would. he decided there was no harm in it if everything he was saying was true. called you pretty when you cried about his infidelity, hushed your concerns that you were stupid or blind for not seeing it sooner.

it wasn’t until later did nicholas make a comment about your sex life. with disgust hinted in his tone, he asserted that your boyfriend had certainly “never made you cum before”. despite your distaste for your now ex-boyfriend, you felt somewhat obligated to defend him. certainly, you’d had an orgasm with him before! perhaps once, or twice. nicholas clicked his tongue and shook his head, a grin of disbelief plastered on his face.

by the time the movie playing in the background was ending, nicholas was nestled between your legs, his shoulders serving as rests. you could feel his gentle kisses against your thighs like gentle tickles, making you quake in response. you were nervous at first, but remembered that it was him that said there wasn’t anything capable of changing what the two of you had; deeply rooted love.

it was a new, strange sensation of nicholas being so intimately close to you that gave you goosebumps. your fingertips shyly found their way into his brunette tresses, gently squeezing at him to earn a small smile that resembled a mischievous one.

you smiled in response, rediscovering that the new sensations were pleasurable just before his lips latched around your sensitive, pink nub. you struggled to regain control of your breathing, feeling suffocated by his tongue on you until you managed to choke out a whine. your head was thrown back, pressing against the cushions as your body involuntarily trembled under his grasp. nicholas wasn’t letting up; locking your legs at a comfortable distance apart and entirely disregarding the measly attempts of your escape as you choked and whined.

“gonna c — ah! — ‘m gonna cum!” you cried out, the coil in your abdomen tightening to an impossible level as nicholas continued his relentless assault, his tongue gliding over the sensitive nub as he sucked.

everything, including your breath and lungs, seemed to crash when nicholas’ soft lips finally relented, his tongue swiping up between your folds as he licked your juices, a hum of satisfaction following.

“you’re sure he’s made you cum before?” nicholas asked with a small pant, his attention focused on the sight between your legs, his fingers beginning to gentle circle around your tight hole. blood rushed heavily to his cock, listening to your soft whines and watching your cunt clamp around nothing. “you almost came all over me, baby.”

you almost responded with a string of pleas; almost got the words out that you wanted him to do it again, and to please let you cum this time. but you weren’t able to, already feeling his middle finger gently prod into you, coaxing your juices as you involuntarily whined and sighed, feeling pathetic and immobile under his intense gaze.

“so tight, baby,” nicholas mused, his finger gently massaging your walls, making you mindlessly grind your hips against his hand. anything for more friction, at this point. “‘ts never been fucked right.”

nicholas almost felt bad for you; watching and feeling the way you squeezed around just his finger alone, his eyes caught in a roll every time because of it. there was no doubt that you often had sex with your boyfriend, but there was nothing convincing nicholas that he had ever done so correctly before. your soft, pathetic moans from the slightest of touches has nicholas’ mouth watering and his cock painfully hard as he imagines what’s to come.

you felt a strange warmth, looking down as your best friend carefully eyed your soaking cunt, stuffed full with two fingers, now, treating you as though you were the most sensitive being that required such meticulous attention. you almost smiled, seeing him as focused as he was. instead, you playfully tugged at his brown locks, earning a soft groan from nicholas, much to your surprise.

you didn’t have much time to dwell on the sound you’d just elicited from him when he quickly removed his carefuly fingers and continued his assault with his tongue, this time gently. you nearly jolted again, mesmerized by the way his tongue is able to make you feel. soft moans easily poured from between your lips.

nicholas couldn’t get enough; hungrily dragging his tongue along every part of you, satisfied groans muffled in the meantime. he’d waited for years, and it was no wonder why. “so sweet, baby,” he couldn’t help but mumble, doubtful that you even heard him speak.

just as he was about to continue his journey on making you cum, a soft vibration of your cell phone caught his attention. upon careful glance and thankful of your oblivion, he noticed your boyfriend’s contact information appearing as he called.

it felt like second nature when nicholas began sucking on your sensitive clit again, your moans turning into needy whines as you quickly approach a heavenly climax. unbeknownst to you, nicholas had rejected your recent call and began recording himself between your plush thighs; his hand holding your phone just beside your hip, the camera capturing his intense eyes as he watched you, and the subtle movements of his jaw as he ate you like a man starved.

“nic— fuck! — i’m gonna cum, i’m cumming!” you breathlessly get out, your thighs involuntarily becoming tighter around nicholas’ head as a bright, searing burn overcame you. you nearly screamed out, and almost did, as you came down from such a high. nicholas’ tongue gently lapped at you, once more hungrily catching your juices as you sighed and whined from overstimulation. “fuck, fuck — it was so good,” you breathe out, your attention being brought back to the culprit between your thighs, finally noticing the familiar phone in his left hand. “are you recording?” you ask weakly, almost indifferent to the answer. it wasn’t as though you didn’t entirely trust nicholas, nor was he recording on his own cell phone.

he finished his escapade, seemingly satisfied with his work as he slightly lifted himself from between your legs. “yeah. that okay?”

you nodded, a hum of affirmation following shortly after. after his work between your thighs, you decided nicholas could do whatever he wanted — you just wanted it to happen again. also, you weren’t entirely certain why, but the prospect of a camera being there illicits a showmanship you’d never experienced before, almost as though you would be performing in the way you’d always secretly desired to for nicholas. you wanted it to be good — better than good, rather, perfect.

nicholas was expertly holding your phone whilst simultaneously removing his own pants, his aching cock finally coming free and already leaking with precum. slowly pumping himself with his free hand as he returned back to you, lifting your legs until you held them up, nearly folding you in half on the sofa.

he couldn’t find the patience to take it slow, anymore, immediately pressing the head of his swollen cock against your slick entrance as you mewled at the sensation. he holds the camera to only capture his hard member as he lazily grinds against your wet folds, but his attention itself goes between that and your face, his breath rigid and uneven.

he gently presses the head of his cock into you, a heavenly sound leaving him as he does so, and you whine for more. “you’re fucking soaked,” he moans out, each shallow thrust growing deeper than the one before. finally, he bottoms out, earning a pleased moan from you. “oh my god, baby,” he muses as his thrusts continued on, lost in the thick lust, “are you sure he was fucking you right?”

you did your best to form a tangible response, mumbling and shaking your head to the best of your abilities as his thrusts grew harsher and faster; the tip of his dick slamming against your cervix every time for a delicious sting. you were an inaudible wreck, incapable of forming coherent words or thoughts, just that you wanted to cum.

“wanna cum, nic’, again,” you pled, albeit brokenly. despite your uncertainty that the words came across correctly, nicholas began chuckling in response, his free hand pressing onto the back of your thighs to let his thumb gently rub across your exposed clit. you whined in response, incapable of moving away from his vice hold.

“cum for me, then, baby,” he says, his harsh thrusts continuing with an added stimulation to your abused clit making you squeal. “cum for me again.”

and you did, almost surprised by the timing of his commanding words and how readily his thumb slowed it’s pace on your clit as his strokes continued. your cunt gushed, clamping onto his cock as if to prevent him from leaving. he moaned shamelessly, watching your juices cover his length between each thrust before he’s pulling out and tapping the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, all of which is caught on camera. “yes, baby, good girl.” he cooes, his cock gently rubbing against your slickness as your moans finally subsided to soft whines. “turn around.”

it took a moment for the plain english to sink in. slowly, and on shaking limbs, you did as told; turning over until you were on all fours on the couch, nicholas’ free hand constantly keeping a gentle hold on you. he was quick to rejoin between your spread legs, his hand now pressing against your lower back until you were forced to be face down. he shaped you the way he wanted, his stiff cock teasing your entrance once more. with his hand back on your hip to keep you still, nicholas continued recording as he thrusted back in with more vigor this time, earning a loud moan of approval from you.

he held the camera steady to capture the way your ass slammed against his hips with each harsh thrust, a memorable moan leaving you after every one. you grew so needy, moaning out his name because you couldn’t see his face anymore. at one point, he keeps himself still, recording the way you needily grind your hips against him to continue.

“you love me, baby?” he asks upon engaging in particularly intense thrusts, “tell the camera you love me.”

“yes! i — fuck — i love you s’much! fuck!” you scream out curses until your unable to breathe through them anymore, nearly crying as you catch your breath again, “love you so much!”

he pulls out quickly, leaving an empty feeling behind as you involuntarily whine because of it. by the time you notice it, nicholas is already pressing the tip of his cock against your hole again. “gonna cum, baby,” he soothes, shallowly dipping his cock into you every few seconds as he continues to tease you.

“cum inside me,” you offer, partially because you were on birth control, but also because you knew it was just what nicholas wanted to hear. he smiled in response, gently stroking himself back inside of you as your moans slowly build up once more. his hand is gentle as he presses against your back, pinning you down as his hips begin to snap back and forth. your screaming out for him, now, your hands pathetically reaching back to hold onto him to find no solace.

he’s ruthless with his thrusts but oh, so gentle when he finally offers his free hand to lock your wrists together behind your back, his gentle touch enough to have you gushing around him all over again.

“want me to cum inside, baby?” he asks mindlessly as you whine in response, unable to respond clearly. he knew from before that you and your boyfriend had always used condoms because you requested it. he couldn’t help but laugh slightly now. “this pussy’s mine — fuck, i’m so fucking close.”

“fuck, baby, yes, yes, yes!” you squealed out, feeling his cock twitch against your walls to bring a new, orgasmic sensation. he bottomed out before nearly pulling out entirely, your breaths turning into high pitched whines as you felt his hot cum spill against your warm, slick walls, “fuck, pump me full of your cum, baby.”

what could you say? you were a natural performer.

nicholas certainly enjoyed it, though, as he slowly thrusted in with a satisfied smile, pushing his cum deep before finally pulling out, holding the camera to capture his seed spilling from between your thighs as aftershock continued to overcome you.

with just a few clicks, nicholas was able to stop the recording, send the video to your boyfriend, and block his number from your phone.