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Tyson pulled out of you with a groan before he slid off of you and onto the other half of the bed. His curls were incredibly frizzy and his chest was still heaving as he rolled the condom off his dick and tied it into a small knot.

You were up a moment after him, tugging your semi-ripped underwear back up your legs before grabbing the bra that had been slung over Tyson’s bedside lamp. Deciding to forego an attempt at rezipping your bodycon dress, you grabbed one of Tyson’s sweatshirts from out of his drawers. You were sure you’d find a time to return it.

“You got dressed fast,” he commented when he exited the bathroom, grabbing his boxers from where they landed beside the bed and pulling them up his thighs.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I gotta get home.”

Tyson sighed, contemplating his response.

“No, you don’t,” he settled on. “You don’t have to go home.”

“You say that like I can stay here,” you let out a dry chuckle. That was the rule. His rule. No staying the night.

His hand came up to rub his brow bone as if the action would give him strength to continue.

“Yes, you can,” he said, taking a step closer to you from where you were standing across his bedroom. “Please, just stay with me for one night.”

“Tyson,” your gaze was heavy as it settled on him.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye to another night and watch you walk away. I don’t want to make the same mistake I’ve been making for months. Please, just stay with me,” he begged. He was only about two steps away from you at this point but your eyes were glued on his. There was a desperation hidden in the cloudiness of them that you hadn’t seen before.

“I can’t- We don’t know- This isn’t what we agreed on,” you stuttered out. Casual sex, that was it. No sleepovers, no dates, no feelings. That was it.

“I know, but- I can’t give you up, again. I won’t give you up,” he said.

“I don’t know.” He reached up to place a hand on your cheek, only a breath away from you now.

Let's say he's spent the last few minutes between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit, swallowing your cum, so they're swollen and glistening. Your body's buzzing as he makes his way up, leaving a trail of kisses up your body.

"Please" you manage to mutter out.

"Please what?" he teases, he knows what you want even though you don't even know it yet. Your mind can think of a hundred things to bed for and you don't know where to start until his hand tickles your skin as it makes its way to your throat, hands gentle at first as they rest there.

"Please choke me, daddy" he grips harder, just enough, knowing the perfect amount of pressure to make wetness pool between your legs. His free hand comes between your legs to feel it, spreading your arousal on your lips, fingers dipping into you, just teasing the entrance before they press down on your clit to draw circles.