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malirosee · 4 days

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SELF DESTRUCT - CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY;; Chris and Clara had been in a talking stage for 2 months and Chris decided to ghost her. But not for the reasons Clara thought he did ..

NOT PROOF READ ; NO SMUT JUST ANGST AND SLIGHT FLUFF :3 I suggest listening to the song before or while reading the fic because it'll make more sense to the plot !

Chris and Clara were basically perfect for each other. From the day they met at Larray's party they immediately had a connection and got along instantly. Both being the loudest and outgoing at the party. Their personalities together really made a room light up. They matched each other like puzzle pieces.

It didn’t take them long till they continued to bump into each other at Larrays multiple parties and eventually got each other's numbers and started talking a bit more seriously.

Clara was head over heels for Chris to say the least. From that night she knew she had something for him. It's like the universe aligned them together on purpose. He made her feel like her. He was the first guy ever to make her really feel something.

If Clara had to describe him he was perfect in her eyes. In every way possible. The way he’d stay up all night talking to her, or how he’d assure her she was okay when she was having a bad day, or even the slight compliments he gave her, the way he made her smile at her phone, the way he’d listen to everything she had to say, he was everything she wanted. Everything she needed.

And Chris absolutely returned the feeling. He even made sure to hint to Clara how he felt.

So when Chris started distancing himself from Clara randomly it felt weird. It made Clara feel utterly confused.

At first it started off as dry responses. She tried not to think too hard about it because Chris was a human and of course he had a life and other things to worry about. Then it started to become where he’d only text her once every other day. Then after about four messages in a row she sent him is when she realized he fully ghosted her.

She stared at her screen, blue light plastered on her face from the reflection. She bit her lip- holding back the urge to text him once again. She sighed and slammed her phone down on her bed. She just didn’t understand it. Was it something wrong she did? She said? She looked? The entire situation kept her up late at night.

She felt something she had never felt with anyone else with Chris. Clara had been in plenty of relationships before but she swore up and down that Chris was different. When in reality it wasn’t. He was just like everyone else. He was interested, he got bored, and was clearly too big of a dick to tell Clara the truth so he did the thing any other guy would do and ghost her.

They had only been talking for two months and she knew she shouldn’t have gotten attached but still, it fucked her up. It had officially been two weeks today since the last text Chris had sent her. She just needed to accept the fact that what they had was dead now.

She sucked it all up and decided to go to Tara's party tonight. She knew she needed a distraction and hoped that Chris or the triplets wouldn’t be there because she had never seen them interact with Tara like that.

For Chris, this was absolutely eating him alive. He hadn’t gotten proper sleep since then. Chris couldn’t exactly pinpoint why he ghosted Clara. Chris had extremely bad commitment issues and everyone knew that. His past relationships really wiring his brain anytime he found someone knew. So when he met Clara he thought that it would just end up being the same thing. He’d get attached to her and she’d end up hurting him. So he distanced himself to the point where he accidentally ghosted her. He didn’t even realize that he hurt her in order to protect himself until it was too late.

He even thought about texting Clara again but he couldn’t. He knew he had already fucked it up enough. He almost did though. A bunch of times. He would always write her really long paragraphs at 2 in the morning and almost end up sending them. He’d always feel really pathetic and end up deleting it and rolling over and try to sleep.

He hated the thought of hurting Clara. He had been ghosted before by girls and it absolutely crushed him and he didn’t even wanna imagine what Clara was thinking. It made him feel like an absolute asshole. He wanted her to know how badly it hurt him too. It's like he self-destructed himself when he was around her.

So here he was at Taras party. Trying to distract himself from it all.

When Clara saw him she felt like her heart stopped for a second. Her entire body stopped. She stood in the middle of Larrays hallway staring at him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her mouth slightly opened out of shock.

It didn’t take Chris long to notice Clara’s eyes on him. They locked eyes. Both their faces went pale. Chris could feel the breath leave his body. Immediately when Clara noticed Chris´ eyes on her she stormed out the room. Chris excused himself from the girl he was talking to in front of her and immediately ran after her.

“Clara, wait..” He called out. Clara heard his voice. The same voice that used to calm her down. Her vision began to get blurry and her head started pounding. She began to push everyone and everything out her way. She didn’t even know where she was trying to go; she just knew she needed to get away. “Clara please!” Chris called again.

Clara finally reached outside. She took a deep breath in from the fresh air. She turned around and met Chris’ tall figure in front of her. Her mouth still held open; her pupils small and her breath shaky. An extremely disappointed look on her face. Chris’ face was filled with guilt and worry. “What.” Clara said sternly. Chris didn’t exactly know what to say. He said the first thing that came to mind, “I’m sorry.” is all he could spit out. A scoff left Clara’s mouth. “You’re sorry? For what Christopher. What are you sorry for?” Clara spat back. Her arms crossed her body. Anger began to fill her body. “Clara, you know what I'm sorry for…” He spoke softly. Clara rolled her eyes. “Yeah sorry for ghosting me and getting my hopes up? Wow thanks for that awesome apology Chris!” Clara began to walk away as she said that. Tears began to fill the brim of her eyes. Chris continued to follow after her “Clara you don’t understand, I didn’t mean to ghost you.” He explained. He placed his hand on her shoulder trying to turn her around. She met his eyes again. “How the fuck do you not mean to ghost someone Chris?” the tears began to spill out her eyes.

Chris inhaled. “Clara I didn’t know how to function with you because I like you too much. I threw it all away because I was scared. I was scared of getting hurt that I didn’t even realize I was hurting you in the process. I self-destructed and panicked and just left with no explanation and it's been eating me alive. I hope that you know this entire thing has hurt me so unbelievably and I've tried so hard to reach out to you but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I felt like I fucked up too much. Maybe I should’ve stayed and I'm sorry…” He explained. Everything coming out at once. Every feeling Chris has had in these past two weeks finally came out. Clara’s face lit up in shock. She couldn’t believe what Chris was saying. Clara had no words. She didn’t even know how to respond to this.

“Really?”

Chris chuckled awkwardly

“Really.”

AN: I didn't know what to do for the end so just come up with it with your imagination LMAO

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alreadyghostts · 5 months

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affection by between friends

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sellawrites · 8 months

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BETWEEN FRIENDS

word count: 3.7k

pairing: hailey van lith x cameron brink

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, explicit language, angst (if you squint)

prompts:

cam and hailey need to sort out whatever is happening between them at the fiba 3x3 world cup

a timeline of cam and hailey’s relationship

friends to lovers?

Hailey looked over to see Cameron doing her game hair — a simple ponytail. “I can’t take this anymore, Cam,” she said dramatically, swinging her legs off the hotel bed. “You know you’re gonna have to redo that every fifteen minutes. Let me braid your hair, then we can match. Plus, you look hot with braids,” Hailey smirked as she picked up a brush.

Cameron rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll admit that it would be cute. Just be quick, we have to leave in like twenty minutes.” She sat down in the desk chair.

“You know I only need five, baby.” Hailey made a V shape with her fingers and stuck her tongue through it, laughing. She pushed Cameron out of the chair.

“What was that for?” Protested the taller girl. “Also, you’re gross.”

“You love it, though,” Hailey retorted. She began brushing Cameron’s hair out. “And I’m sorry, but you’re too tall, I can’t do the top of your head when you’re sitting in that chair.”

Cam was really trying to ignore how nice it felt to have her friend’s fingers combing through her hair. An insane part of her wondered if how it would feel if Hailey’s actions weren’t so innocent, if her hands were firmly tangled in Cam’s hair as she pulled her head back-

“Cam? Are you ok?” Cameron shivered as Hailey’s voice snapped her out of her daydream. “I’m sorry if it’s hurting, I’m almost done,” Hailey said softly, both girls struck by how intimate it felt.

Cameron laughed awkwardly. “It’s alright, Hails. It actually feels nice.” She was shocked at the roughness of her voice as she tried to diffuse the moment.

She internally breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the second finished braid drop onto her back. “We should probably go now, imagine if we were late,” she said after another bout of awkward silence.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Hailey turned away quickly, grabbing her bag as she walked to the door.

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Cam definitely hadn’t looked at girls like this before. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what she meant by ‘like this’. All she knew was that her eyes seemed to be almost instinctively drawn to Hailey, and watching her friend play with such evident skill and passion was making her stomach flip.

She shook her head, trying to dispel the foreign thoughts and feelings as her teammate, Cierra, ran over to the bench to switch with her. She accepted the quick pat on the shoulder, locking eyes with Hailey as she stepped into position.

Hailey’s face was set in a determined expression as she held the ball, and Cam almost missed the pass that was quickly delivered to her waiting hands. Telling herself to get it together, she put her head down and drove to the basket.

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Hailey was ready to lose her mind. She stared at the ceiling in the darkness of the hotel room that she was sharing with the source of her confusion. There was no way that Cam had figured out about her crush (she still cringed using that word, but the weeks she’d spent pondering it hadn’t produced a better one), but Hailey knew that she hadn’t imagined the many times she’d caught her friend intensely staring at her today.

The looks had seemed to mirror ones that she occasionally couldn’t stop herself from making in Cam’s direction, and she certainly hadn’t forgotten the sudden tension as she’d braided her friend’s hair that morning. Cam couldn’t possibly reciprocate her feelings, and yet this was difficult to ignore. Feeling very tired and confused, Hailey rolled over and closed her eyes.

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As Cam sat on a folding chair by the court, she congratulated herself for figuring out a way to avoid at least one tension-filled situation with Hailey; getting her hair braided at the venue. She smiled absentmindedly as a photographer approached them, sharing a look with her friend after the photo was taken.

“To be honest, I was really thinking about pulling your hair to ruin the picture,” Hailey muttered, abruptly reminding Cam of her train of thought the last time they were in this position.

Hailey could hear the smile in Cam’s voice as she responded. “You wouldn’t!”

Even though she knew that her friend couldn’t see it, Hailey raised an eyebrow. “I so would,” she retorted, giving a playful tug to the finished braid to prove her point.

It was at that moment that Cam’s brain short-circuited as she was unable to ignore how strongly her body reacted to the action. It was also at that moment, as she tried not to do something completely crazy like gasp out loud, that she gave up on ignoring whatever she’d started to feel for Hailey.

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For once, all Cam felt was pride, standing up as she watched Hailey grab a rebound and run the clock out to end the game. They were World Champions!

As soon as Hailey heard the buzzer, she dropped the basketball and ran to find Cam. She’d originally planned to just embrace the taller girl, but adrenaline took over and she jumped into her friend’s arms, wrapping her legs around her. Hailey would’ve been lying if she said it didn’t feel nice when Cam held onto her easily, spinning her around with equal enthusiasm.

“Holy shit.” Cameron pressed her lips to the top of her head.

“I know,” Hailey said, unhooking her legs to stand back on the ground. “We fucking did it.”

Through the haze of pictures and interviews and champagne fights, they were practically glued to each other’s sides.

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Hailey was so tired of lying. She’d been saying whatever on the live at dinner, only slipping up once when she’d called Cam beautiful a moment ago in a voice that she recognized as too genuine the second it left her mouth.

Now, she was tipsy and horny and still feeling high on adrenaline, and it was getting hard for her to keep her hands off Cam. Especially when the taller girl insisted on being pressed against her at the table.

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Cam was having the best night of her life. She’d just won a gold medal, her and Hailey were by themselves at a club, and the atmosphere (okay, maybe the alcohol) was making the tension between them exciting and not terrifying like it had been. And for some reason, she was a little turned on by how uncertain Hailey was acting.

She knew how good she looked, and watching her friend dance in the lights, she realized that she wouldn’t mind if people thought that they were together. On the subject of Hailey, her friend appeared to be trying to say something to her.

“Wanna get out of here?” Hailey yelled over the music, standing on her toes to be closer to Cam’s ear.

“Can we do more shots? At least take me out to dinner first,” Cam giggled, missing what was being asked.

Hailey rolled her eyes. “Well, technically I did take you out to dinner, but I do think we should go. It’s really late and we have a flight tomorrow morning, remember?”

Cam had forgotten. “I’ll go anywhere with you, Hails.” For some reason saying that made her stomach fill with butterflies. She hadn’t even meant to say it out loud, even if it was true.

“Well then, let’s go back to the hotel,” Hailey really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her drunken flirting, not matter how much she wished it was serious.

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The cab ride back was silent as Cam tried not to burst out laughing at her random thoughts, shifting in her seat when they’d inevitably drift to the girl sitting beside her. Hailey was just trying not to open her mouth, fearing what might come out.

“Wanna know a secret?” Cameron broke the silence, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

“Of course I do,” Hailey mumbled.

“What did you say, Hails?” asked Cam, who was having a hard time hearing over the radio, road noise, and slight ringing in her ears. She bowed her head to be closer to Hailey.

“I said…” Hailey trailed off as Cam turned to look at her and they simultaneously realized how close their faces were.

“Your lips are shiny.” Cameron traced a finger over Hailey’s parted lips. It stopped on the edge of her chin, and as Hailey reflexively licked her lips, Cameron’s hand lightly grabbed her jaw.

Seeing Hailey’s eyes glued to her own lips, Cameron leaned in and connected them. The kiss was tentative for a few seconds, but quickly gave way to the desire for each other that they’d been suppressing.

Cupping Cameron’s jaw, Hailey pulled away slightly to catch her breath. “What was the secret?” She panted, staring into Cameron’s lust-filled eyes.

Cam bit her lip, trying to decide if she should tell her. She took a deep breath. “That I’ve been wet all night thinking about you,” she whispered with a coy smile. She leaned closer, nearly speaking the confession onto Hailey’s lips. “I’m getting worried it’s going to soak through my skirt.”

Arousal tightened in Hailey’s stomach and she pulled Cameron’s face to hers for another bruising kiss. Luckily, she noticed when the car started to slow. They composed themselves as much as they could, Hailey’s hand resting dangerously high on Cameron’s thigh.

Their hands intertwined the second that they got out of the cab, both for balance and to keep them grounded. The walk through the lobby and down the hall was torturous as they tried not to look at each other, fearing not making it to the privacy of their room.

Hailey couldn’t help herself in the empty elevator, kissing down the column of Cameron’s throat as she shoved a hand up the taller girl’s skirt to feel her soaked panties.

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The girls staggered into their room, Hailey stopping to lean her head back against the door as it closed.

Cameron’s mouth was instantly on hers again, one knee between Hailey’s legs. The shorter girl’s arms were around Cameron’s neck as she kissed her hungrily. Her hands soon fell to Cameron’s hips and she started to walk her backwards into the room.

They fell onto a bed, giggling for a moment before reconnecting their lips. Cameron’s hands had settled on Hailey’s ass, but Hailey’s hands were impatiently moving up and down Cameron’s sides.

“Can I take this off?” Hailey mumbled onto Cameron’s lips, fingers toying with the bottom of her top.

“Yes, to everything,” breathed Cameron, arching her back and lifting her hips to help the shorter girl remove her clothes. “I want it all; wanna see you, too.”

Hailey smirked as she pulled her shirt over her head, noticing with some satisfaction how the taller girl’s eyes were glued first to her bra, and then to her bare chest as she discarded it. “Greedy, aren’t you?” She purred, Cameron’s hand already reaching for the button of her jeans.

“Maybe, but I always get what I want.” Hailey, now sitting completely naked on top of her, knew that she’d just proved that point. The shorter girl rolled her eyes and attached her lips to Cameron’s neck. She smirked, feeling the girl beneath her arch her back and try to stifle a moan.

Cameron gained enough control of her hands to grab the back of Hailey’s head and pull her away, but the look in the shorter girl’s eyes made Cameron completely lose her train of thought. “No marks, please,” she managed to gasp out, Hailey already having started to grind on her in the absence of having access to her neck.

“I know, I wasn’t going to,” Hailey said quietly. “Let me kiss you. Please.” She rolled her hips again for emphasis.

“That sounds an awful lot like begging,” Cameron replied, letting go of her friend’s head nevertheless.

Hailey shifted down slightly so she was straddling the taller girl’s thigh, pressing her knee against Cameron’s pussy in the process. Resuming her grinding, her mouth met Cameron’s in a clash of lips and teeth as both girls sought friction against their clits.

Hailey bit Cam’s lip (pretty lightly, she thought) at the same time as she grabbed her tits, loving the way her friend’s hips stuttered against her knee as a gasp escaped her.

As Cam felt Hailey’s lips leave her neck and start to trail down her body, she realized what a bad idea this was. But as they locked eyes while the shorter girl traced her tongue over Cam’s abs, she realized that she liked bad ideas if Hailey was involved… especially if they felt this good.

Hailey wasn’t one to waste time. After planting a few sloppy kisses on each one of Cameron’s thighs, she licked a stripe up the girl’s pussy. Hailey raised her eyes lazily. “Remember when I said I needed five minutes? Start counting,” she said confidently. “And I wanna hear you, too, princess,” she added.

As her mouth closed around Cameron’s swollen clit, the taller girl couldn’t have kept quiet if she’d tried. She threw her head back and moaned, fisting a hand into Hailey’s hair to hold her face down. The things that Hailey was doing with her tongue were sending shocks through Cameron’s whole body that were making her twitch and shake as she lost herself in the sensations.

She almost came at the first thrust of Hailey’s finger inside her, but when the shorter girl curled her fingers in just the right way, Cameron was done for. “Fuck, Hails, I’m-” she cut herself off with a moan as her jaw slackened and her hips lifted off the bed to press against Hailey’s face.

She didn’t even realize that her eyes had been closed until she sank back into the bed and opened them to see Hailey’s smiling face. “Did you count like I asked? Well, I did, and guess what? Just over three minutes.” Cameron was a little stunned — she didn’t think she’d ever finished that fast.

Hailey broke their eye contact to watch her finger slide out of Cam. It was an intoxicating sight. Bringing it up to her mouth, she raised her eyes to the taller girl’s once more. “Wanna go again?” She asked innocently, sucking on the finger covered in Cam’s juices.

The look in Cam’s eyes told her what the answer would be. The taller girl bit her lip, spreading her legs a little wider as she nodded. Hailey’s smirk grew, and she could’ve sworn she felt her ego do the same.

“Good girl. Now open,” she instructed, her arousal building as Cam instantly complied, even sticking the tip of her tongue out past her lips.

Cam’s mind felt a little fuzzy as she swirled her tongue around Hailey’s fingers. She hadn’t necessarily expected any different, but this was really, really, good. And the praise that Hailey so readily gave her was definitely turning her on even more.

Getting impatient, Hailey pulled her fingers out of Cameron’s mouth and ghosted them over her pussy a few times before shoving them back inside her. “That feel good, pretty girl?” She started to move her fingers in shallow thrusts. Cameron’s hurried nod was answer enough.

The wet sounds of Hailey’s fingers inside Cam were driving her insane. “You’re soaked, baby, think you can take more?” She asked.

“Mhm,” Cameron propped herself up on her elbows.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” Hailey said huskily, looking into Cameron’s half-open eyes. They both stared as Hailey slid a third finger in, making Cameron’s head fall back as her pussy squeezed Hailey’s fingers.

Seeing her throat so exposed, Hailey reached a hand up to wrap around it. “I asked you to do one simple thing and you couldn’t even do that for me,” she said in a low voice, pushing insistently on Cameron’s neck until she fell back into the bed. “That means you just have to lay here and take it like the slut you are.” Cameron arched her back at that, and Hailey pushed her fingers in deeper, her thumb coming to circle the taller girl’s clit.

Cam never wanted this to end. She felt so full of Hailey’s fingers, and the pressure on her clit was perfect. The hand on her throat squeezed tighter, and she felt her orgasm approaching.

“You’re doing so well,” Hailey whispered. “Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” She sped her fingers up a little more as she continued to work Cameron’s clit with her thumb.

“Feels so good,” Cam moaned, her voice rough. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy again.

“Cum for me, then, princess,” said Hailey, feeling the other girl’s pussy contract around her fingers. Cameron’s mouth was open in a silent scream as her body shook uncontrollably, Hailey fucking her through it.

Cam didn’t trust any part of her body to work, so she focused on speaking. “You’re… wow. I wanna make you feel good, Hails, but I’ve never really…” she trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

“I know. Just give me your hand, okay?” Hailey had sat back on Cameron’s thighs and was looking very relaxed.

Tentatively, Cam reached out her hands, transfixed as Hailey guided one to collect some wetness from the taller girl’s pussy before spreading it on her own.

“You have pretty hands,” Hailey mused. “Long fingers, too … bet they’ll feel good inside me.”

“Oh my god, Hails!” Cam didn’t know why she was blushing, but she could feel the heat in her cheeks.

Hailey looked up as she quickly worked one of her own fingers into her pussy. “It’s the truth, Cam,” she grinned shamelessly. “Now put that pretty mouth to good use and get your fingers ready for me.”

Cam rolled her eyes, annoyed at how well the flattery worked, but didn’t hesitate to start sucking on her fingers, entertained by the sight of Hailey riding her abs.

“Hurry up, I need you,” she whined, biting her lip as she ground harder into Cameron’s toned stomach.

“What do you need?” Asked Cameron, eager to please as Hailey grabbed her hand and placed it low on her stomach with her fingers sticking up.

Hailey sank down onto Cameron’s fingers with a satisfied moan. “You can do whatever you want as long as you keep your hand here,” she said through gritted teeth. Biting her lip in concentration, she leaned back with her weight balanced on her hands and started to bounce up and down.

Cam was in awe as she watched Hailey fuck herself on her fingers. With her perfect tits bouncing and abs flexing, it was possibly the hottest thing Cam had ever seen. Wanting to help the other girl, she scissored her fingers and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

“Keep doing that, feels good,” Hailey ground out, still splitting herself open on Cameron’s fingers.

“You look so pretty,” Cam mumbled, almost by accident. “So pretty like this.”

“Mmm,” Hailey was lost in her own pleasure. “Gonna ride you now, okay?” She leaned forward so that she was on her knees, her pussy pressed against Cameron’s stomach. She began to grind her hips as hard as she could, dragging her swollen clit over the hard muscle.

Once Hailey found her rhythm, she sped up, her hands splayed over Cameron’s tits and anchoring her in place. Cam started to thrust her fingers to match the movement of the girl on top of her, loving how vocal she was.

On one of her thrusts, Cam grazed Hailey’s sweet spot and the shorter girl couldn’t stop herself from letting out a scream. Cam desperately wanted to make her do it again, and soon she was hitting it almost every time.

“Just like that, m’ so close, yes Cam, fuck,” Hailey was letting out a sting of curses and praise as she neared her high.

Hailey’s whole body was on fire. She moaned Cam’s name as her orgasm hit, still riding the taller girl’s fingers desperately. Her pussy spasmed and she swore as fluid gushed onto Cam’s fingers and soaked her stomach.

Watching Hailey’s hips slow as she came down from her high, Cam didn’t know if she could be any more turned on. “You can squirt?” She asked, eyes glued to the puddle on her stomach.

Hailey was worried as she climbed off of Cam. She collapsed onto the bed, panting. “I should’ve warned you, I’m s-” Cam cut her off.

“When you look like that doing it? I should be thanking you or something… you’re so fucking hot,” she purred, swirling her fingers on her stomach before sucking them clean. “I almost came again just from watching you do that.”

Dipping her hand to her stomach again, she started to massage her clit, soaking it in Hailey’s cum. “Let me help you,” offered Hailey, scooting closer and placing a hand on Cameron’s pussy. She easily slipped a finger in and began to thrust it lazily, dragging it slowly over Cameron’s sweet spot every time.

A smile spread across Cameron’s face as she watched their fingers work together, and she quickly found her release again. “Thank you, Hails,” she breathed, both of them panting against the pillows for a few moments.

Hailey groaned and stood up, walking on shaky legs to the bathroom. She came back with a wet towel and gingerly cleaned them up before returning to the bathroom.

Walking back out, Hailey saw that Cameron had climbed into the other bed. “Cam, why did you move?” She was genuinely confused.

Cameron started her down. “Well that bed is all wet because of someone.” She tilted her head to the side to make her point. “Come here, Hails.”

Trying to suppress a smile, Hailey climbed into Cameron’s waiting arms, happening to glance at the clock. “Fuck, we have to be up in like 5 hours,” she groaned.

“That’s not even the worst part,” Cameron’s face was tinted red.

“What is it, then?” Hailey wondered.

“Whoever cleans this room is gonna know exactly what happened,” whispered Cameron, covering her face with her hands.

“First of all, good, but second of all, you’re crazy. It’ll probably be dry by morning and there’s nothing we can do, so let’s sleep while we can.” Hailey couldn’t keep the smirk off her face.

Cameron pulled her closer, mumbling something incoherent in the shorter girl’s shoulder. “Goodnight, Hails,” she said clearly.

Hailey squeezed her arm in acknowledgement, already half asleep.

#hvl my love #cam my love #between friends #hailey van lith x cameron brink

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oldfarmhouse · 3 days

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𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.. ...

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#summer days #greenery #landscape #between friends

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lostinlewis · 1 year

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Between Friends...

Rating: M

Words: 2576

The snow that fell outside of the cabin windows hadn’t let up for hours now, it stood as high as your knee when you braved the outside, yet the heat that radiated through the room would have you fooled for it being the height of summer.

The cackling of the wood burning low in the fireplace distracted you barely from the thoughts that raced through your head. You often found yourself playing a constant loop of similar sounds to calm your thoughts on a normal day yet in person, in person with him, nothing in the world was able to stop your thoughts from running wild.

Lewis was within reach of you yet you had never felt more at a distance from him in your life.

“We could-”

“Ssh, I am trying to watch this movie.”

He was so nonchalant with the way he dismissed your efforts to make conversation with him, he hadn’t offered you the grace of an ounce of attention since you arrived that morning, opting to hold his focus on the television screen instead rather than turn to face the woman who sat beside him.

Lewis’ attention had never been difficult for you to gain, it had always been more of a task to lose his attention in any room, yet something had changed now and you knew why. Now the friend you had known since the moment you were born, felt more like a stranger than he did the man you trusted more than any other.

“What are you doing?”

You were not content at all with having to lose the battle for his attention to a television screen, Lewis’ time was precious, his time with you even more so, you would be damned if you were to let him think that after everything you have been through, every moment you two have shared, that now was the time to cool off on you.

You would be damned if you let him believe that you could share a moment as intimate as you had a few months ago and find yourselves unable to hold a conversation now.

“What? It’s hot in here, I wanted to put on something a little lighter…”

You hadn’t seen him look at you but he must have, his head shook just slightly as you entered the room in nothing but a piece of lacey black material that moonlighted as lingerie. It covered nothing really, and it left very little to the imagination, not that Lewis needed to use his imagination to know what was under it, he had seen it all before.

“You should put some clothes on, everyone will be back soon.”

Still his eyes planted firmly on the screen in front of him but this time you could see the tension within him in the way his hand gripped the arm of the chair, as if his whole body was fighting to not draw his attention towards you; you were winning this battle.

“They will still be another hour at least, don’t worry…”

His thighs were parted just enough that it made climbing into his lap effortless, your bare thighs hugging tight the material of his pants as you straddled him, planting your hands on his collarbone like a well manicured necklace.

“...I brought this for your eyes only.”

Lewis could fight no more, although he would never admit it, you were pretty certain that your presence in front of him, on top of him, made it so that he could think no more too.

He looked at you, those beautiful brown pearls decorated with eyelashes that would be envied the world over looked into yours, and at once you felt the both of your bodies melt into what had now become a familiar sense of tranquillity, something you only ever felt around him.

“Baby, you are making this so difficult…”

Lewis hadn’t dared to touch you completely yet, instead settling for his thumb stroking gentle circles on your thigh as he struggled to focus enough to remember how to breathe,

“No, I am making this real easy for you…I want you…”

Your lips fell to his neck, kisses danced over his tattooed skin with a softness built with hesitation. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him, yet you couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t reject you, the intimacy between you both was still in its infancy and that made you hesitant slightly with your advances.

“Shit…I want you too baby, but we can’t keep doing this…”

You let your kisses trail upwards, through the curls of his thick beard that smelt of the Shea oil he used to moisturise it, until you reached his waiting lips, so pert and so ready they were to find your lips.

Your eyes opened to meet his and at once you felt the weight of his need for you in the gaze he gave you, he was pleading for mercy, he was pleading for a mercy that could only be found within you and you were desperate to give it to him.

“What was it that you texted me that night? That I tasted like the sweetest treat you had ever had?”

Both of your families had been friends from long before either one of you were born, forcing you both to be in each other's lives whether you wanted to be or not, and most of the time whilst you were growing up you would have opted to not be.

The age difference between you both, although not anything noteworthy, made it so Lewis hit milestones years before you did and found you nothing but irritating most of the time; the feeling was mutual.

Something changed though, it was hard to pinpoint the exact moment that did it, but something changed when you both found yourselves single a few years ago. No longer did Lewis view you as the annoying brat that he was forced to be around on special family occasions and he began to see you, to see you for the woman you had become.

Something changed within you too though, well the change wasn’t quite as drastic. You had had a crush on Lewis for as long as you remembered but once he hit his thirties, once he really began to grow into the man he was to become, that crush had only tripled in size and whilst he would believe his attraction to you started naturally, you certainly helped the process along by making sure he never once saw you without you looking your absolute best.

You made it your mission to get him, and you did…eventually.

“We haven’t even really done anything…yet.”

The soft grinding in his lap was purposeful, you could feel him harden by the second against your bare skin, and that had only added to how determined you were to really have him that night.

“Baby, I wouldn’t call me eating your pussy in the bathroom of a restaurant nothing…”

Both of your smirks were equally as devilish as you reminisced about the drunken moment of lust that you had both found yourselves in a few months ago.

It was the one moment you had found yourself daydreaming about in the middle of the work day, it was the one moment that never failed to get you off on those lonely nights you spent with your ‘Love Sucker’, it was the one moment that told you that you had to have him, and as you sat on his lap with your hands planted on his collarbone, that need to have him had never been stronger that it was right then.

“Do you not want me Lewis, is that it?”

If you had known that all it would take was a few simple words to get him to react, you would have shared them minutes ago, but as you felt his big hands grasp your cheeks before he lay you down on the couch, climbing between your legs as if he belonged there, you were grateful that he even did.

“Quite the opposite, actually…”

Lewis kissed you, his kiss was so harsh it knocked the breath out of you and made you see stars in the darkness of your closed eyes before he pulled away, nibbling at your bottom lip ever so slightly as if to punish you for the temptation you were.

“...I want you more than anything, I want you so badly that I am afraid that I will become addicted to you.”

Time was irrelevant to you both as you found yourselves lost in a kiss that satisfied a hunger to be one with the other. Had this moment been shared with any other human you both were certain it would have progressed fast to the moment you both craved, yet Lewis hesitated to take the lead, he let the restraints of his clothing stop the twitch of his dick, a dick that was so swollen for you it leaked in excitement, in readiness to feel your warmth, in need to be suffocated by your heat.

“Just the tip…please.”

The words were not thought out before you said them, none of them were built to hide a profound message of romance behind them, yet they spelled out exactly your wants that second.

“We can’t…”

Lewis’ voice was breathy, his heavy breaths weighted by an almost overwhelming temptation within him as he tried to stifle it with the feel of your lips.

“Just let me feel the tip and I’ll behave, I promise.”

Your plea was believable to neither of you, both of you knew that just the tip never meant just the tip but both of you also knew there was little else for you to do now. No amount of touching, no amount of kissing, would satisfy the hunger that burned deep inside of you.

The slap of his dick against your folds felt heavy already, your little gasp was suffocated by the sounds of the squelching his motion made, a sound that seemed to make him happy by the look of his deep smirk.

“Just the tip…”

Lewis repeated the words as if he was trying to convince himself rather than agreeing with you as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You knew he was big, you had known for years, he had a bulge that most men would envy, yet as you felt how big the head was against your opening you were stunned, he was so much bigger than you would have ever imagined.

It was as if he knew how overwhelming the moment would be for you as he held your hands tight above your head to comfort you, his lips meeting yours as ever so slowly he granted you exactly what you had been begging for; just the tip.

“Shit…”

Lewis groaned into your lips as you gasped, it might have only just been the tip but that alone stretched you to unimaginable widths as he broke the seal of a platonic friendship held together by the thinnest of material now.

“Lewis…”

There was so much you wanted to say, so much you needed to tell him about how he had made every nerve in your body electrify, yet all you could muster was the moan of his name as he stuck to his word and held just the tip inside of you.

“I know, baby…I fucking know…”

And he did, he knew exactly how you felt as he felt it too, it took every ounce of his willpower to not bottom out inside of you, it took all of the strength in his core and his arms to hold just the tip inside of you, when just the tip had granted him a taster for just how perfectly you were built for him.

You rolled your hips without thinking, you rocked towards him without a second thought, taking him deeper inside of you before he pulled back, not giving into the brat that lay underneath him, yet.

“Please…please…”

Lewis laced your neck with kisses now, a moisture left on your skin to send shivers throughout your body as he moved on to the next place to kiss.

“Tell me…tell me what you need, Baby.”

His warm breath against your skin made you moan softly as your face moved towards his instinctively, catching his next kiss with your greedy lips.

“You. All…of…you, please”

Lewis knew resistance was futile, he knew that the more he fought against his need to feel all of you, his need to make you feel better than you ever had, he knew that refusal was now only punishment to you both; you had already gone too far.

What was a little pleasure between friends?

He gave it to you, he gave you everything you wanted with one slow push into you, filling you up with what felt like an unlimited amount of inches until his hips laid between your thighs and he let out the deepest of groans as he kissed you once more.

“How will I ever be able to not have you now, Baby?”

You knew what he meant, you knew that the final nail in ruining the friendship that had lasted a lifetime had been hammered in by the comfort of the coming together of your bodies, the raw passion in which he stretched you whilst you suffocated him.

A friendship had, at once, been replaced by emotions entirely more complicated yet entirely worth it.

You fit together perfectly, there was no doubt in either one of your minds. Soulmates are often realised in the most uncontroversial of ways, you two just needed to give in to what felt like a lifetime of temptation to realise it.

There was little thought to the love making, there was no pretence at all. Lewis moved just enough to please you both as your hands felt every inch of his body that they could reach, your tongues dancing to a rhythm built from a year's worth of unspoken words.

The best thing about sleeping with a friend was how comfortable it felt in the aftermath. Lewis had made sure you both finished in quick succession, opting to lay with you, still inside of you, as he expressed all of his feelings with his lips on your skin.

It was bliss, it was the absolute definition of harmony in that moment, the log fire warming your naked bodies, the sound of silence that surrounded you, the kind of silence that was unique to snow.

It was in this moment of complete bliss that you both almost got caught in, the realisation that your families were on the other side of the door almost came too late to redeem yourselves.

You had Lewis’ fitness to thank as he quickly scooped you up in his arms and practically ran with you to his room before he placed you on his bed, locking you both away from prying eyes.

“Lewis, we can’t get caught together here, how will we explain it?”

“I don’t care about them…I am not done with you yet.”

The feeling of Lewis’ weight bearing down on your body was a feeling quite indescribable, sure you had wanted to sleep with him for years, but now you had, now you had experienced exactly what it was that you wanted, he was everything and more than you could have ever imagined.

What was a little pleasure between friends if it allowed you to find your person?

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