longing

Stephen Kalyn as Dean Di Laurentis & Khobe Clarke as Beau Maxwell in Off Campus (2026—)

OFF CAMPUS 1.06 "The Breakaway"

CULPA MIA (2023)

he moved closer, slow enough that she could stop him if she wanted, but his gaze was locked on hers, heavy, deliberate. “i’m not him,” he said, softer this time, a thread of vulnerability cutting through. “and i would never put you through the shit he does. i’d show up. every damn time. because you deserve better than someone who can’t even figure out what he wants.” his fingers brushed her arm, light but lingering, as if daring her to pull away. “i know this is messy. i know it’s complicated. but don’t stand there and tell me you don’t feel it too,” he said, his voice dropping as he searched her eyes.

She took in a breath, cheeks flushing as she listened. She didn't doubt that... Damian had always been the good guy after all but he was RIGHT about it being messy. She bit down on her lower lip, letting the silence hang there for a moment before she shook her head. "No, I mean, it's not just you, I mean," she fumbled for words. "LOOK AT YOU, you're kind of hard to miss," she teased with a small laugh. "-- but isn't this... you and me, against the whole bro code thing..?" she asked softly. "I don't.. I'm not that kind of girl, D."

"Well, that's a start," he said, catching her chin between his fingers, guiding her face up, "but you're still not really selling it." Not that he'd needed convincing, but it amused him to watch her try. Anything else would be a letdown. He thought about how easy it would be to rattle her, and to keep her just on the edge like this—never quite sure if she was doing the right thing, always anxious to please him but unsure where the line was. "You're just sitting there," Blake said, his tone drifting between boredom and disappointment. He still had her face in his hand, thumb brushing Cece's lips, pinning her in place. "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"SELLING it?" she asked softly. It was just him; did she really need to try to impress? Worry colored her features for a few moments, lips pursing together as she shook her head a little, moving closer to him, arms against his shoulders as she pressed close. "I... I don't know..." she admitted with a small shake of her head, a DRY LAUGH escaping her lips. "-- what do you want me to do?"

both of them laughed almost in unison. something that frankie clearly didn't seem to like as his shoulders tensed up a bit. so mason was the one to answer the question. "it's up to you. if you want to get cleaned up then we can." he brushed the back of his hand over both of her nipples. "or we can just use our cum as lube and fuck you again." her boyfriend didn't oppose to either plan. up for anything she wanted to do.

She rolled her eyes a little at how IN SYNC they both were-- they were best friends, after all. She was sticky and messy all over, sweat and cum against her skin and she wondered what her hair was like then. She looked over at Frankie when he spoke, humming slightly as she bit down on her lower lip. "I think I NEED to take a breather," she admitted softly, shaking her head. "-- and maybe a SHOWER."

when they both hear that she's going to cum, neither of them let up on her pussy. mason starts to suck her clit even harder than before, making sure to give it some extra attention. all the while, frankie sucked on her lips to the point that he has to wonder if it's painful for her. as he shoved his fingers deeper inside of her cunt, he curled them upward too, pressing them against her walls.

It was almost TOO EASY for them to get her there when they were both at it. She was all kinds of stimulated, writhing against them and trying to pull away. whimpering as she felt herself squeeze against Frankie's fingers then, finally cumming around them as she squealed. "FUCK," she hissed, her legs uncontrollably shaking then.

damian’s smirk deepened the second she moved closer, the heat of her body pressing against his making it impossible to think about anything else. his hand slid down from her waist to rest on the curve of her hip, fingers brushing under the fabric of her shirt in a way that was teasing, possessive, and far from innocent. “oh, your attitude?” he murmured, his voice low, rough around the edges. “baby, that’s exactly what turns me on. every sharp word, every little smirk… you have no idea what you do to me.” he leaned back just enough to catch her eyes, letting a slow, teasing grin spread across his face. “and yeah… it’s just us. no games, no distractions. don’t get me wrong, i’ve got my boys, but right now? you’re the only thing that matters. hell, you make them look boring just by being in my lap.” his thumb traced tiny circles along her hipbone as he dipped his head closer, brushing his lips lightly along hers without fully kissing her, letting the tension build. “and if i have to deny anything to them,” he added, voice husky, “then damn… i’d do it a thousand times if it means i get you right here, right now.” he let his hand wander a little more boldly, teasing under the edge of her jeans, eyes flicking up to hers with a smoldering gaze. “so… what about you?” he asked, pressing a bit closer, teasing her with just enough heat to make her squirm.

“OH?” she asked, head quirking to the side a she looked him over, a playful smirk on her lips before shaking her head in response, breathing out slowly before biting on her lower lip. “— baby, is that why you’re so HARD right now?” she asked, cheeks flushing in response as she felt his hands all over her. Fuck— it was like he knew exactly how to make her melt for him then. “— hm, what about me?” she asked, trying to pretend to be innocent as she shook her head then, breathing out slowly. Each touch was making her fall deeper into him... into whatever this was between them. His gaze didn't help either. “— don’t tell me you want to know what I feel for you… because if it’s not already obvious,” she let the silence hang for a few moments. “— I wouldn’t be her with all my cards on the table asking for you to call me YOURS.”

damian’s smirk grew the second she arched back like that, his hand sliding lower against her waist to steady her, like he wasn’t about to let her go anywhere. “exit strategy?” he chuckled under his breath, giving her lip one more teasing tug before brushing his mouth along her jaw. “baby, if i wanted out, i wouldn’t be here right now.” his tone was smooth, casual, but his grip on her was firm, almost stubborn. “you don’t gotta worry about me disappearing either,” he added, eyes flicking back up to hers. “i might not be the type to put some big shiny label on this, but don’t get it twisted, i’m not looking for anyone else.” his thumb stroked against her hipbone lazily, like he was making his point without even trying. when she rolled her hips against him, a low groan slipped out before he caught it with a grin. “yeah, real enough that i’m not giving you the chance to run off again. guess you’re just stuck with me.” he leaned in close, brushing his lips just shy of hers before pulling back with that same cocky smirk. “and tell me...” his voice dipped low, teasing, “do i look like i’m planning an escape when i’ve got you pressed up against me like this?” he let his fingers trail down her spine, slow and easy, not rushing anything but making it clear he had no plans to let her slip away.

She kept her eyes on his for a few moments, listening to the words slip out of his mouth so easily as she hummed slowly, sighing as she shifted against him. “— yeah, I doubt you’d be disappearing when you literally went around campus trying to find me,” she chuckled playfully at him, pressing close. “— no labels hm? And what EXACTLY am I to expect from a guy like you?” she asked with a smirk. “I guess I am stuck with you— not that it’s ever a bad idea,” she hummed softly in response, breathing out slowly. “— does that mean you’re not planning on LETTING ME GO either?” she teased with a playful smirk then, cheeks flushing at the familiar feel of his skin against hers. “I’m surprised you’re not rushing to take my clothes off.”