cassie ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

It was a shock when you first stumbled upon your best friend, Chris' onlyfans page. You never imagined that he'd be the type of guy to make content like that.

That was until you stumbled across a certain video. It was only a few minutes long. Chris was leaned back in his gaming chair. You recognized his room in the back, the Thrasher posters on his walls and his black and white flannel bed sheets. The camera was panned down to his lap, and he had his fingers wrapped around his rather impressive length, his hand moving back and forth.

In a voice that was unmistakably his, he was huskily muttering under his breath praises that made your jaw drop. "Good girl." "You feel so tight around me." "That pussy's all mine."

What shocked you even more was the way your body was responding to it. You were both ashamed and captivated by the scene that played out on your laptop in front of you, his dialogue, feeling like you were seeing and hearing something you shouldn't be. Heat rushed to your face, your breath hitching as he softly moaned, still stroking himself thoughtfully and skillfully.

You understood why Chris had so many subscribers on this app. You almost considered becoming one of them when the video cut off right before he finished followed by a link to pay for a monthly subscription to see the rest.

You shut your laptop, staring in disbelief and wondering what the hell you were supposed to do with this newfound information.

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"When were you gonna tell me you have an onlyfans?" You grilled Chris the next time you saw him, unable to hide your smirk when you popped the question that had been eating away at you for days.

He chuckled, narrowing his gaze at you. "How'd you find that out? You would have had to go lookin' for it."

"Don't worry about how I found out," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Aren't you like worried someone's gonna find it?" You lowered your voice, scanning the people around you and making sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation.

"No, because the people who find out went lookin' for it," he smirked, reaching out and brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your face flushed, but you swatted his hand away, rolled your eyes at him, and started to walk away. He reached out and stopped you. He looked down at you with a smug smile, searching your expression. "What was your favorite part?"

"You're not actually asking me that right now," you said in disbelief, glaring in his direction.

"What? You know about it, so you must have watched some of it," he teased you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Did you like it?"

"It was objectively hot," you shrugged, trying not to boost his ego too much.

"You know," he said, his eyes dropping to your full lips. "I've been getting requests to film a scene with another person."

"Okay?" You shrugged, wondering if he was saying that to make you jealous or not. "What's that have to do with me?"

"I was hoping you maybe knew someone who would want to shoot a scene with me," he smirked, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

"What kind of scene?" You asked, cocking your head slightly to the side, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"Like a full scene. Oral, fingering, penetration, you know," Chris replied, licking his lips.

"I don't know anyone who does content like that," you shook your head, trying to stifle an embarrassed smile as you pictured Chris in your head doing all of those things to a girl.

"Not even you?" He asked, smiling down at you.

"What? Me? No, I've never done anything like that," you immediately turned down his proposal.

"But would you?" He wondered, cocking an eyebrow as he challenged you. "Would you consider it at least?"

You stood there dumbfounded, giving Chris a look like he was out of his damn mind. Of course you wouldn't film a porn. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever hear-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he quietly whispered, "think about it." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.

Then he walked off, leaving the ball in your court, knowing you'd fold sooner or later.

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A couple weeks later, after giving the idea some careful thought, you found yourself right where Chris wanted you - in his bed, adorned in a pretty lingerie set he'd bought for you just for this special occasion.

He sat across from you shirtless, his hand on your bare thigh, slowly drawing circles on your skin in a soothing and suggestive manner. "Nervous?" He asked, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.

"Yeah," you breathed out, a blush rushing to your cheeks.

"Don't be. No one will be able to see your face," Chris replied in a calming voice. "We're filming the raw footage today, but I'm gonna edit it and run it by you before I post it, and if you don't like anything, I'll edit it out."

"I, uh, don't really know how to fake it for the audience," you admitted, glancing nervously over at Chris' laptop as the little recording button stared back at you.

"Relax. You're not gonna need to fake anything," Chris chuckled, reaching up and caressing your cheek. You subtly leaned into his soft touch, your gaze flicking up at him. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, okay?"

You nodded, feeling reassured by his soothing voice.

With his hand still gently resting on your face, he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his luscious lips captivated your own, stealing your breath away and making your head spin with scenarios you hadn't pictured until a couple weeks ago when you first discovered that Chris was basically a moonlight pornstar.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss growing more passionate and making your stomach flutter with arousal as he softly brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You almost forgot you were doing this for business with how romantic the kiss was and how effortlessly wet Chris had you already.

Chris pulled away, just long enough to take you in, his eyes tracing the neckline of the black lace you were in. "Fuck. Look at you," he rasped under his breath, admiring your form.

After he eyed you up and down a few times like he'd been imagining you naked for years, his lips latched onto your neck. Your eyes rolled around in your head as you tilted it to the side, offering better access. His lips felt so soft and wet, and a moan slipped through as he continued to a kiss a particularly sensitive spot.

"How does that feel?" He softly cooed against the crook of your neck, suckling on it and starting to move down to your collar bone.

"Good," you breathed in response, already feeling more at ease than when the two of you had first started filming.

He took that as a green light to go further. He snagged the strap of your bra, slowly pulling down the black lace, revealing your breast. His blue eyes flickered down to your nipple and back up at you before he took it into his mouth, making you gasp.

He swirled his tongue around, feeling it harden in response. He closed his lips down around your peak and gently hummed against it, sending a vibration through you. Your hand flew up to his head, holding him in place as he softly suckled on your nipple.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you down closer to him on the bed and started to lay you down on your back. He pulled down the other strap, revealing your other breast. "Look at how pretty these are," he whispered, gently grabbing a handful in both hands as he alternated thoughtfully sucking on each one.

You cried out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed. Chris chuckled with your right breast in his mouth, loving your response.

"Am I making you wet?" Chris asked, pausing to look up at you as he reached behind your back, undoing your bra with one hand. You responded with a nervous giggle as your bra fell from your frame, embarrassed by just how wet you were. "Guess I'll have to have a look for myself, hmm?"

He dropped his gaze, fixing his eyes between your spread open legs as he hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric that was covering your soaked cunt. You bit your lip, looking down at him with a sheepish expression.

Chris had never seen these parts of you before and the fact that he was doing a reveal on camera made your clit throb.

"Look at that," he purred, his hungry gaze fixed between your thighs as he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your cunt. He gently ran his finger along your slit, making you shudder. "You're dripping."

You bit down on your lip, doing your best to contain a moan as Chris started to circle your entrance with his middle finger. You gasped, your eyes widnening when he slipped it inside of you, feeling your warm cunt stretch around it.

"So tight," he muttered, moving his finger in and out of your drooling hole. "And all mine. Can you say that for me? Say it's all mine?" He cooed condescendingly.

"It's all yours," you whimpered obediently, clenching around him. He grinned up at you devilishly, adding another finger. You gripped the comforter beneath you as he lowered his head, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach and your hips, his soft lips tickling your skin.

You could feel his hot breath ghosting over your heat, making you shiver as he continued south, his mouth just inches from your pussy. He looked up at you for a moment, a smug smirk plastered to his face as he took in your desperate expression, his finger still slowly working in and out of you.

Without warning, he spit on your folds, making you squirm beneath him. He stared down at his saliva glistening on your pussy and slowly massaged it into your clit with his thumb. You bit down on your lip, throwing your head back again at the sensation.

"I bet you want me to eat it, don't you?" He cooed, smiling smugly from between your legs. You eagerly nodded, practically begging him with your eyes as you looked back down at him with a glazed over expression.

He dipped his head down below your waist, chuckling darkly as his cheek brushed against the inside of your thigh, tickling you. He inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal as he pistoned his fingers faster. Your head fell back once more when his tongue darted out and gently flickered over your clit.

You tightened your grip on his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto while he teased you with his tongue, swirling it in circles over your most sensitive spot. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours every few minutes as if silently checking in on you and reading your body language for what you liked.

He closed his lips down around your pink bud, gently suckling on it while you writhed beneath him. Your chest rose and fell with every deepening breath. Your eyelids grew heavy with lust as you peered down at his head between your legs.

You ran your fingers through his messy brown hair again, encouraging him to keep going. He sped up his movements, plunging his fingers into you faster and deeper, his tongue rapidly dancing over your clit.

A string of moans and profanities streamed uncontrollably from your lips. Your legs started to tremble, pressure building deep inside you and your control slowly slipping away. Chris didn't let up, subduing you with his tongue and fingers, eating you like a starving man as you bucked your hips, grinding against his face.

Pleasure surged through your body as you reached the point of no return. The knot in your belly pulled tight, and you suddenly felt the tension break. Your pussy rhythmically pulsed around Chris' fingers, and your clit throbbed against his tongue as you finished. You closed your legs down around his head as he slurped up all your juices. You shook underneath him, seeing stars, your digits still threaded into his hair.

"Oh my god," you whispered breathlessly as he lifted his head from between your thighs. "That was incredible."

Chris glanced up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips, his chin coated in your arousal. He slowly retracted his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean as he held eye contact. You could still hear a ringing in your ears accompanied by the sound of blood rushing back to your head as you recovered.

"You didn't fake it, did you?" Chris asked smugly, taking a subtle jab at you for questioning his abilities at the start.

You giggled in response, covering your blushing face with your trembling hands. "I don't think I could have put on that convincing of a performance."

"Well, I hope you have more in you, because we're not done yet," Chris replied, coming up to kiss you. His lips crashed into yours, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor.

You placed a hand on his chest, slowly moving it down his abs. "Keep going," he whispered against your lips, encouraging you to go lower.

"You're so hard," you gasped as your hand dipped curiously below his waist, palming him through his boxers.

"Yeah, look what you did," he mumbled, placing his hand on top of yours and making you stroke him through the soft fabric, smirking against your lips. "Wanna see it?"

"Mhmm," you eagerly nodded, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his dreamy blue eyes.

"Then take a look for yourself," he responded, situating himself on the bed and leaning back against a pillow.

You smiled up at him, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. You hooked your fingers into his waistband, already impressed with his size by the outline of it in his underwear and what you'd seen on his onlyfans page. You slowly pulled them down, and Chris lifted his hips to help you take them off.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped when it sprung free from his boxers. Sure, you'd already seen it, but the videos Chris took didn't do it justice. It was big and veiny, and it hit his stomach with a heavy thud, a bead of precum already waiting impatiently at his swollen tip.

Your tongue darted out from behind your lips, wetting them as you admired his cock that was standing at attention just for you. His length throbbed under your examination, loving the way you responded to it.

You extended your arm, reaching out for his dick, and you wrapped your slender fingers around his thickness. A moan slipped through Chris' lips as you gave him the first stroke. You gazed up at him, capturing his pretty blue eyes with your own, watching them glaze over as you continued your ministrations.

You still couldn't believe it. If someone had told you a month ago that you'd be stroking Chris' cock while he filmed it, you would've called bullshit, and yet, the act you were engaging in felt like it was satisfying some deep need that you didn't even know you had.

"Why don't you lick it clean?" He asked, smirking at you, motioning towards the clear drop that pearled at his tip. You leaned in, dragging your tongue from the backside of the head and licking a stripe across his pink mushroom, cleaning it up and making him moan in response. His hand instinctively flew up to rest on your cheek. "That's it. Atta girl."

He stroked your cheekbone with his thumb as you parted your lips and wrapped them around his tip. You hummed against all his never endings, sending vibrations through his cock as you continued to stroke his shaft. He let out a breathy exhale at the sensation. You took more of him, slinking your lips down his length, your soft tongue massaging the underside of his cock.

One moment, you were completely in control. The next, Chris' fingers were tangled in your hair, gently holding your head down as he lead you through the motions. You submitted to him, letting him use your mouth however he wanted, his hips slightly lifting off the bed as he fed you more of his cock.

"You're too fuckin' good at this," Chris rasped, almost accusingly. He kept his gaze on you the entire time, cherishing how hot it looked to watch his length disappear behind your plump lips that were perfect for sucking cock if you'd asked his opinion.

You hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing up and down as Chris guided you, setting the pace he liked. Waves of pleasure echoed through him as you squeezed the base, still pumping his cock back and forth.

He peered down at you with a blissful look, his pink lips parting around a moan and his hooded eyes that twinkled with lust. You felt him twitch in your mouth, more precum spilling onto your tongue as he started to get close.

He held your head down again, making you take more of him. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, making you softly gag. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked, the way you sounded, or the way you felt with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock.

He tightened his grip on your hair, combing a few loose strands out of the way as his head fell back against his headboard with a soft thud.

"Fuck," he grunted loudly, his dick pulsing and his balls tightening as he pumped your mouth full with his hot, sticky cum. You swallowed graciously, not letting a single drop go to waste. You sucked him dry, pulling off with a pop. "You're kiddin' me. That was insane."

You wiped a bit of drool from your mouth, flashing him a mischevious smile, proud of yourself for making him cum that hard. He stared down at you with a fucked out expression and a smile plastered to his face as he called his breath back to him.

"Where'd you get so good at that?" Chris purred, pulling you on top of him as he kissed you again, still breathless. You chuckled against his lips.

In one swift motion, Chris rolled over, pinning you down between his mattress and his body. You gasped, surprised by how quickly he ended up on top of you again. He wedged his long fingers into the elastic of your panties, and you kicked up your feet, helping him slip them down off your legs.

Goosebumps scattered in the wake of his fingers brushing against the inside of your thighs, anticipation causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. He spread you open, the cold air hitting your wet heat.

Chris leaned in again, spitting on your cunt, watching his saliva mix with your arousal. You bit down on your lip, clenching around nothing as he neared your hole with his still hard cock. "Can you tell me it's mine?" He purred, slapping his tip repeatedly against your pussy.

"It's all yours," you whispered, watching him tease you.

He smirked down at you, prodding at your entrance and slowly running the head of his dick through your shiny folds. You let out a soft whimper as it brushed against your swollen clit, driving you wild. "Gonna be a good girl and take my cock?"

You nodded energetically. "Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely," he rasped, slipping the tip inside and making your jaw drop. He grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him to accommodate his size.

"I'm going to ruin you. Show everyone who this pussy belongs to," he huskily told you, making your stomach flip with excitement as he pushed it in a few more inches.

"So big," you cried out from under him, clawing at the bedding again when he started to move his hips.

Slowly but surely, he worked it in the rest of the way in. "That's it. Take it all." His words sent shivers down your spine.

He held still inside you for a moment, still bottomed out in your hole while his blue eyes bore into your soul. He took it out all the way before slamming back into you, earning a pleasured yelp from you. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, and he started to manhandle your body, flipping you onto your side. "Turn around," he ordered you. You allowed him to toss you about, climbing to your hands and knees as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

He admired your perfectly-shaped ass as he guided his tip towards your cunt. He pushed it in again, making your back arch and a sexy moan fall from your lips. You felt so full. He licked his lips, placing both hands on your waist as he rocked his hips, pumping into you.

"Fuck. It's so big," you whimpered, loving how deep the new angel was.

"I know. I know," he cooed, slowly fucking you and feeling how good you squeezed him in return.

You glanced to your left, watching yourself get fucked on the screen. The fact that people were going to see it nearly sent you over the edge right there.

His fingers found their way into your hair. He wrapped his fist around a handful of your locks, tugging on them and using you as leverage as he sped up his thrusts.

"Oh my fucking god," you moaned inbetween staggered breaths.

"That's it, baby. Gonna ruin you for everyone to see." Your cunt throbbed around his length in response to his comments. Not only was Chris a god in bed, but he knew exactly what to say to put you under his spell.

You clutched his flannel sheets, squeezing the fabric until your knuckles started to lose color. You couldn't take much more. Chris' constant reminders about how you were all his while he pounded his cock into you deep and hard were threatening to have you come undone at any given moment.

Chris tugged on your hair again, pulling your hips back into him. His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, the both of you growing closer with each thrust. Chris could feel you losing composure. "Cum all over my cock," he gravelled under his breath.

Suddenly, you were a writhing, pathetic mess, your body becoming limp as Chris finished you off. You pulsed around him, cumming all over his cock just like he'd ordered you to. Your walls tightened around him, sending him over the edge shortly after.

He withdrew at the last second, getting dangerously close to pumping you full of his silky, hot cum. Instead, he released onto your backside, watching it glaze your skin as he squeezed every last drop out, pumping his length in his hand.

He finished with a few groans, feeling his cock twitch against his palm. "Fuck," he grumbled followed by a heavy panting. He reached over and grabbed something to wipe you off with, admiring the mess one last time before he cleaned it up. "And scene," he chuckled as if he were directing a movie.

He reached over and stopped the recording as you collapsed onto his bed, still trying to regulate your breathing and recover from the intensity of the night. "Wow. That was hot," you admitted.

"Maybe we could watch it back together," Chris shrugged, glancing over at you with a smug smirk. "And if we don't like it, maybe we could film it again."

You playfully pushed against his arm. "Hmm. I don't know. Sounds like you're just trying to get into my pants again," you joked.

"Maybe. Who says this whole thing wasn't to get into your pants?" He teased you back.

your love for each other was showcased best on the druthers on hot and sticky summer afternoons. you’d be tanning and feel a lack of warmth for a second, opening your eyes to see rafe towering over you, blocking the sun. a fruity seltzer in his hand, he’d hand it to you and you’d continue tanning. you didn’t ever have to tell him what you were thinking, he just gets it.

or he’d let you apply sunscreen on him— this was a rarity. he claimed he didn’t care if he got burnt or not, and you’d always reply with something along the lines of ‘you will care when you get skin cancer in 20 years!’ so you’d stand on your tippy toes, rubbing the white substance on his face, chest, back, arms, and legs until you saw fit. this was also a perfect excuse to feel him up. you hated his father, ward, for giving him life-long daddy issues but this was one of the only times you’d thank him. God bless his dad’s genetics, because rafe cameron is one sight to see and feel under the north carolina heat. beads of sweat dotting his face and chest, small freckles appearing on his nose and how gorgeous he looked driving the boat.

today was one of those days; you in a tiny pink bikini and rafe looking particularly fuckable edible hot pretty. you watched as he steered the boat towards wherever the hell he was taking you, his grip on the steering wheel showing off his toned, muscular arms. you just about melted in your sun chair rafe layed out for you.

it was days like this where you seemed to be so in love you’d do just about anything for him. rafe was too busy steering the boat, leaving you alone in your thoughts as you soaked up the vitamin d. you often thought about your future with rafe, and rafe doesn’t talk about the future rarely ever, but you knew he’d want your touch for life. he hasn’t and probably won’t ever come out and directly say he wants to spend forever with you, but his words always allude to it.

you never take the things he says during sex seriously; he’s always grunting about putting a baby in you or telling you to never ever leave him— you wouldn’t dare— but you wonder if he really truly means it. however, this doesn’t stop you from hinting at the fact you would like this all to become a reality. he’d be picking you up to go to dinner and you’d do a little twirl, showing off your dress. he’d tell you you look great, just like always, and you’d be like ‘well, there’s actually one thing missing…’ rafe would grumble something like ‘fuck are you talkin’ bout, kid? you’re fully dressed.’ and you’d stick your left hand out to him, showing him your naked ring finger. ‘missing a rock right there.’ and he’d roll his eyes and tell you to get in the damn truck.

you hopped off the tanning chair and found your way to a mini fridge that’s always stocked with various drinks. you opted for a twisted tea and you grabbed rafe a beer. you giddily walked to find rafe who was standing by the steering wheel, one hand on it and the other glancing down at his phone.

“here ya go,” you smiled and handed him the glass bottle.

“thanks, baby.” he said while placing a kiss to your temple, turning his phone off.

you looked at his hands on the steering wheel, noticing the lack of a wedding ring on his hand. you frown, “looks so boring right here, right?” you look up at him, your finger pointing to his ring finger.

“can you just wait?” he scolded.

“i just think this day would be even more perfect with a mini us running around!” you declared, looking around the boat imagining a tiny rafe or a tiny you waddling all over.

he rolled his eyes and continued steering the boat.

“like, one of me is cute but two though?”

rafe laughed, “are you ovulating or something? holy shit,”

you smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek, “can’t help it.”

“jus’… gimme time, baby.” he muttered before taking a sip of his beer.

so maybe having a baby at 19 wasn’t the best idea. but there were far worse things you could be doing with your life! rafe has enough money to support you and the baby until the end of time, including your retail therapy and regular therapy, so what is so wrong with that?

“give me one good reason why we can’t have a baby right now.” you said, crossing your arms which only made rafe take this conversation less serious because his eyes were immediately drawn to your tits.

rafe smirked, “shit, i dunno. i will say, your tits would be massive with a little baby in you.”

you gasped, “so you do wanna have a baby!”

“never said that.” he sniffed.

rolling your eyes you said, “whatever. god forbid i want a future with you!” you stormed off leaving rafe behind you.

of course, rafe didn’t want to hurt your feelings so he apologized very thoroughly later. he made sure to tell you that he did want a future with you, but he wants you to enjoy your young adulthood before potentially wrecking your life and freedom by bringing a baby into the world. in response to this, you stuck your tongue out at him.

“see, who needs a fucking baby when we got you around?” he said teasingly.

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