Best Friends Try Only Fans

The late afternoon sun spilled through the cracked blinds of Ann's tiny studio apartment, casting a warm, hazy glow over the cluttered space. Blankets spilled over a sagging couch, fairy lights twinkled faintly along the wall, and a cheap folding table held her laptop, its screen dark for now. The air hummed with the low buzz of a punk playlist drifting from a Bluetooth speaker, blending with the faint clink of a half-empty beer bottle in Nick's hand. He sprawled across the couch, one leg kicked up on the armrest, his broad frame filling the space with an easy confidence. Ann sat cross-legged on the floor, doodling in a sketchbook, her hair falling into her face--a scene they'd played out a hundred times, best friends in their usual rhythm.

Nick tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with curiosity as he broke the quiet. "Hey, so what's up with that OnlyFans you started a while back? How's it going?" His voice was casual, but there was a spark beneath it, a flicker of something more.

Ann's cheeks flushed as she flipped her sketchbook to show a caricature of him, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. "It was a bust. People are into couples or girls getting fucked in weird ways--twisted domination shit." She scribbled idly, then glanced up. "I thought you subscribed, but guess not?"

Nick felt a heat creep up his neck, caught off guard by the sketch and her jab. "Me? Nah, I'm too cheap for that," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "plus I'd rather chill here than pay to creep on you." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his grin sharpening. "But seriously--why'd it tank? So no one watches when it's just one person? They only care about couples or freaky stuff?"

Her blush deepened as she tried to explain, her voice stumbling. "I... uh, I got paid requests, but maybe I was too accessible. Or they wanted some dark, twisted shit done to me. I thought it'd be easy. One sub suggested I link up with someone--girls or guys." She tapped his knee, half-joking. "Know anyone willing to fuck me?"

The casual touch jolted him, and Nick's hand landed on her knee--firm, deliberate--his pulse quickening as the beer buzzed in his veins. "Why hunt down some rando when I'm right here?" he said, voice dropping, eyes locking on hers. "I'd help you out--whatever you need. Could be us, you know?"

Ann gasped softly, her breath catching as his warm breath brushed her lips. Her eyes fluttered halfway shut, biting her lip with an innocent heat. "You wouldn't think that'd make things weird? We're best friends, after all," she sighed, a hint of defeat in her tone.

Nick chuckled, low and rough, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers pressing in. "Weird? Nah, it just means I already know what gets you going. No bullshit--just us, making it real." He tilted his head, nose grazing hers, daring her closer. "You're not scared, are you?"

"Oh please, hotshot," she shot back, brushing her upper lip against his, her hands resting on his thighs, their eyes locked in a private world. "I'm not scared of anything." Her voice trembled with challenge, but then she sighed, "Have you forgotten you work a 9-to-5?"

He pulled back just enough to break the tension, grinning as he stood, stretching lazily. "Oh, right, the 9-to-5," he mocked, rolling his eyes. "C'mon, show me this setup of yours. What if we flip it on, fuck around--see what happens?" He nodded at the laptop, half-joking, but his eyes gleamed with intent.

Ann pushed herself up, leaning on his legs for support, giving him a teasing glimpse of her cleavage through her tank top. "It's so far away, ugh," she whined, stomping bratty-like to grab her laptop and gear. "Don't just sit there, you ass--help me find the right angle," she scowled, tossing him a playful glare.

Nick smirked, sipping his beer slow. "Better watch that attitude, Ann, or I'll spank that ass red for everyone to see on our little livestream--give 'em a show." He chuckled, grabbing the ring light and camera, hauling them over by the bed. He fiddled with the angle, laughing under his breath at their ridiculous game. "There--that work?"

"Don't half-ass it," she snapped, pointing at him from behind the camera. "I look good everywhere--that needs good lighting." Her voice shook as she stepped closer. "Take off your clothes and stroke it a bit for me. I'll test how you look."

His eyebrows shot up, a semi already stirring, but he played it cool. "Just like that? All business, huh?" He grinned, peeling off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside, and sliding his briefs down. His cock sprang free, half-hard, and he wrapped a hand around it, stroking slow, eyes locked on her naughty glint. "How's it look, boss?"

"Damn, son, I didn't know you were this hot," she said, masking the compliment with humor. "Sit on the bed and spread your legs for me." Her eyes devoured him, lip caught between her teeth, nipples poking through her tank.

Nick winked cheekily, climbing onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. "You gonna livestream this or record it?" he asked, voice light, but his cock twitched under her hungry stare.

"Oh, this is just for my late nights," she teased sarcastically, pressing record before straddling his thigh, arms wrapping around his neck. "Can't let strangers fall for my bestie," she whispered, her hair brushing his face.

That whisper snapped something in him. Quick as a flash, Nick rolled them over, pinning her beneath him, hands braced on either side. "Wait a sec--I'm the only one naked here? That's not fair, is it, Ann?" he teased, voice low and gravelly. "Either you strip for us, or I rip those clothes off you. Your call."

She ran her leg up his, smirking as he shivered. "Didn't know you were so aggressive, Nick," she said shyly, giggling as she unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them down to reveal wet panties. "I can't take my top off if you're crushing me," she teased, licking his lip playfully.

He grinned, yanking her tank top up and off in one swift move, tossing it aside. "Keep going, baby--don't stop," she moaned dramatically, giggling as she kissed him soft, her pussy soaking with every touch. Nick kissed back, his hands sliding to her panties, tugging them lower, cock pulsing at her brazen heat.

Their lips parted, and he hovered over her, hand firm on her throat as he rubbed her drenched panties. "Smile for the camera, Ann--give 'em that innocent look," he taunted, feeling her squirm. "You said rough gets the views, right? Maybe I shouldn't go easy on you."

Her eyes shut tight, moaning curses as her hips bucked for more friction. "S-shut up, you bitch," she muttered, grabbing his cock to even the score. Nick laughed, pinning her wrists above her head. "Fuck no, I'm not going down without a fight," she gasped, defiance breaking into little screams as she tugged feebly against him.

He smirked, sliding a hand under her tank, pinching her nipple sharp, rolling it between his fingers. "So easy to play with--thought you were tougher," he mocked, nipping her ear. "Pick your punishment, tough girl--tie you up and spank you 'til you beg, or edge you 'til you cry. Choose, or I will."

"J-jerk, you won't be so tough when I'm on top," she challenged, bumping her head against his. "I'll strip for a loser, I guess." He let her go, pointing to the bed's edge. "Stand there, tank and panties on--tight little tease. Show me."

She stood, legs shaky, twirling to reveal the wet spot on her panties, then slid them off, her swollen pussy glistening. Boldly, she walked to him, stuffing the damp fabric in his mouth. Nick spat them out, laughing. "Fuck, Ann, you're wild," he said, letting her kneel between his legs, unhooking her bra and squeezing her tits for the camera. "Nick loves to suck on titties, but tonight he must beg," she taunted.

He leaned back, grinning. "Go off, hotshot--show 'em your power trip." She smirked, "Spit in my mouth," sticking out her tongue. The request flipped a switch--Nick grabbed her hair, yanking her onto all fours, slapping her face hard. "What'd you just say to me?" he growled, serious now.

Ann's voice trembled, a shaky gasp spilling from her lips. "S-spit in... my mouth," she stuttered, her cheek flaming red from his slap, her pussy quivering beneath her tied wrists. "I'm s-sorry daddy." The words hung in the air, raw and fragile, and Nick's eyes darkened, a wicked glint flashing as that submissive plea snapped something primal inside him.

"Sorry, huh? Daddy likes that," he growled, his voice thick and dark, letting the weight of it sink into her. He tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back hard so she had no choice but to look up at him, his face hovering inches from hers, breath hot and heavy. He shoved her back just enough to keep her on all fours, rising to stand over her, his cock hard and looming, a towering threat. "You wanna play for the people? They wanna see you break--that's what gets 'em off, right?" His hand shot to her jaw, forcing her mouth open wide, and he spat straight in--rough, deliberate, a thick stream hitting her tongue. "Swallow it, brat. You're mine now--camera's rolling, so give 'em a good fucking show." He slapped her again, lighter this time, the sting a teasing echo as he stepped back, daring her to crumble.

Ann obeyed, swallowing with a desperate little gulp, loving how dirty it felt--his spit flooding her senses in a primal rush that made her head spin. "More please," she begged, her voice a high-pitched whine, realizing how foolish she'd been to try controlling a beast like him earlier. In this moment, she was nothing but a stupid slut, and she reveled in it. "I'll be good for you, sir, please don't stop," she pleaded, the words dripping with need as her body trembled beneath him.

Nick felt her surrender hit him like a tidal wave--he was reeling, intoxicated by how she gave in so completely. "Look at you, begging already," he said, his voice low and thick, almost reverent as he grabbed her hair again, tilting her head back with a gentleness that belied the firm grip. "Thought you'd fight me longer, but damn, you're folding so pretty for daddy." He leaned down, spitting in her mouth again--slow, deliberate--watching it pool on her tongue, a glistening claim. "But that little show you pulled earlier, strutting around like you owned me? Yeah, you're paying for that." He pointed to the bed, eyes narrowing with a predatory edge. "Get on there, all fours, ass up--now. Don't test me, Ann, or I'll flip you over myself and spank you 'til you're red for the camera. Move it--let's see if you're really gonna behave for daddy." He crossed his arms, sweat beading on his brow, buzzing with how badly he wanted her to give in.

"Yes sir," she chirped quickly, crawling up to the bed with a catlike grace, her body bending to his will as she climbed onto what was once her sanctuary--now his to own and ruin. She'd craved this since he'd first hinted at it on the couch, and now she let her ass hang obscenely in front of him, a blatant offering. "I like the color red though," she added, her voice a soft hint at his spanking threat, "maybe you can do that to me in private?" The quiet plea dangled between them, a secret beneath her submission.

Nick watched her scramble, her ass swaying like a damn invitation, and he couldn't help but grin--her bed was his now, hers to be messed up under his command. "Yes sir? Took you long enough," he said, planting a firm hand on her hip, squeezing the soft flesh. "Red, huh? Hinting at me spanking you already--naughty little thing." He gave her ass a quick, sharp slap, the sound cracking loud enough for the camera, then gripped her hair, tilting her head back. "No private shit yet--this is for them. Arch that back deeper, good girl--let's see how much you can take before you're whining again." He held her there, his eyes daring her to push her limits.

Ann tried, bending her body to his will, slipping effortlessly into the submissive role. Her back arched so deep it felt like it might snap, but she didn't care--her hips thrust up like a pornstar, eager and shameless. Nick's mind spun, unable to process it fully--his best friend, bratty little Ann, now stretched out all submissive and glistening, begging for him. It was unreal, and his cock throbbed painfully hard at the sight of her wet pussy, practically pleading. "Jesus, Ann, you're something else," he muttered, half to himself, stepping up behind her. "Thought you could run that show earlier, huh? Big mistake." He grabbed her hips, yanking them higher, and landed two hard smacks--one on each cheek--watching them jiggle and blush pink. "This is me in charge now--say it, loud, 'Nick's the boss.'"

"Uhhh," she gasped, the surprise of his hands sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, knowing those prints would linger on her skin. She loved every filthy minute of it. "Nick is the boss, you're the boss daddy, just use me, do whatever you want to me," she moaned, her hips aching for his touch as she sneaked a hand between her legs to rub her clit, desperate for more.

Nick caught the move, and his eyes flashed. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, snatching a scarf from the bed's tangled mess, yanking her hand away fast. "I'm the only one controlling those orgasms, Ann--got it?" He flipped her onto her back, pinning her down as he tied her wrists tight in front with the scarf, smirking as it squeezed her soft tits together--a sight that made his cock twitch harder. "Gonna make you scream for the camera, baby girl--everyone's gonna hear who owns you." He spread her legs wide, lined himself up, and shoved his cock into her tight, wet hole, thrusting deep, eyes locked on hers, daring her to take it.

"oOHH FUCk," she moaned, each syllable stretched out long and loud as he slammed inside her, her tied hands forming a desperate, prayer-like clasp between their naked bodies, just above where they fused into one. She looked pathetic, whining and moaning, the slut in her unleashed completely--Nick knew exactly how to draw it out. Her eyes fluttered shut, his thick rod invading her heat with no trace of gentleness, filling her like a whore who lived for it. "S-sorry daddy, I didn't know," she whimpered, nodding to her earlier defiance. "I want to be yours."

"You wanna be mine?" he growled, voice thick with lust as he seized her tied wrists, pinning them above her head, his cock buried deep in her pulsing heat. "That means this cunt's mine too--nobody touches it, not even you, without my say-so. And these orgasms? All mine. You better beg daddy's permission to cum on this cock, or..." He leaned in close, spitting hard on her lips, watching her flinch, then smirked. "Or I'll pull out, slap that needy little pussy 'til it's stinging, and breed you slow--fill you up 'til you're dripping, no release, just my cum marking what's mine. Got it?" He thrust harder, daring her to defy him.

Her threat lit a fire in her--she wanted to disobey just to feel him torture her like a bitch. "Please," she moaned, licking his saliva off her lips as he pounded into her, "mark your territory." Her hands gripped each other for comfort, her pussy aching from the obscene, wet sounds of their fucking--a hundred lifetimes of pleasure rammed into her hole. "Fuck me, make me cum, I wanna cum all over your cock," she moaned, tears welling in her eyes.

Ann's threat sparked a wildfire in her--she wanted to defy him, to feel him torture her like the little bitch she craved to be. "Please," she moaned, her voice a ragged plea as she licked his spit from her lips, savoring the bitter tang while he pounded into her relentlessly. "Mark your territory," she gasped, her tied hands clutching each other for comfort as her pussy throbbed, the wet, obscene slaps of their bodies echoing like a symphony of filth. "Fuck me, make me cum, I wanna cum all over your cock," she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks.

Her words--"mark your territory"--and that desperate "please" sent Nick's cock throbbing harder, a primal urge surging as he slammed into her depths. The room filled with the lewd, wet rhythm of their fucking, and he snapped--his hand cracked a hard slap across her face, her head jolting to the side, a sharp cry escaping her lips. His fingers seized her cheeks, squeezing tight as he yanked her face to his, his breath hot and heavy against her trembling mouth. "You gonna beg daddy's permission to cum, huh? Or you want me to turn this pussy into a cum-filled mess--pump you full and leave you shaking with nothing?" he snarled, voice dripping with lust and menace. "Say it--beg me right, or I'll fucking ruin you."

"Please, daddy, m-may I cum," she stammered, her voice so timid it could've belonged to a virgin tasting her first brutal fuck. Tears streamed down her face, the slap igniting a perverse thrill that made her nipples harden, pointing at him like twin beacons. She locked eyes with him, catching the raw lust blazing in his gaze--his want for her so palpable she could've cum right then, just from being desired so fiercely.

Nick grinned, a wicked tease curling his lips as he slammed his cock into her harder, deeper, feeling her body tremble beneath him. He leaned over, snatching the camera off its stand, and shoved it right in her face, zooming in on those teary, needy eyes, her makeup a smeared wreck of black streaks and flushed skin. "Beg for the camera, baby--show it what a good little cum slut you are for daddy," he growled, wrapping a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough as he rammed in deep, pushing her to the brink. "Loud--let 'em hear it, or you're not getting shit. And don't you dare cum without permission--I know you're barely holding on." Her whimpers filled the air, and he smirked, clicking the camera back onto its stand with a deliberate snap, angling it to capture every shuddering inch of her submission--keeping the lens locked on them, a witness to her breaking.

Her legs struggled to stay spread, quaking as the urgency pulsed in her pussy--untouched, unsoothed, driving her brain to mush. She remembered a subscriber once suggesting she play dominatrix--he'd choke on his words now, seeing her like this: makeup ruined, eyes teary, face slick with spit. "Daddy please let me cum, I need to cum so bad, please, please," she begged, her voice rising with each thrust and choke, growing louder, shakier. "I can't hold it please, PLEASE," she cried, a desperate wail against the relentless pounding.

"Oh GOD, please daddy," she babbled, words tumbling out incoherent as her mind drowned in the chaos of his touch--every thrust, every grip pushing her past reason. She seized the moment, looping her tied hands over his head, pulling him close, and crashed her lips into his--hot, messy, biting his lip with a fierce passion that made her pussy clench tighter.

Nick was hooked--her teary, spit-streaked face and trembling legs had him, the camera humming quietly on its stand, recording every filthy second. He didn't give a damn about OnlyFans fame, but the idea of this moment preserved, her surrender immortalized, fueled him. His hand stayed firm on her throat, squeezing just right, while he slapped her jiggling tits--sharp, watching them bounce and flush red under his palm, the wet smack echoing for the lens. "No cumming yet, baby," he growled, thrusting deep and hard, relentless, feeling her pussy soak even more, tightening like it was dying to flood. "Don't you dare cum, or I'm breeding this little whore pussy like a fucking animal and making you carry it, dripping for days," he warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, eyes flicking to the camera for a split second, knowing it caught every tear, every plea.

He kissed her back, hard and deep, tongue shoving in, tasting her spit and desperation, so damn confused and turned on by his best friend now quivering in his sweaty grip. Her soaking pussy clamped down, squeezing like it was begging, and he groaned into her mouth, slamming harder.