Peace, Love, & Pogo Sticks

3:30 AM

[Smut Warning]

Camila desperately rocked her hips against his hand, her breath shallow and ragged as his fingers pumped deep inside of her. The wetness between her legs felt borderline uncomfortable — almost as if...fuck.

She opened her eyes to realize it had all been a dream. Well, almost all of it had been a dream. The aforementioned uncomfortable wetness was real. So was the rocking of her hips, though it hadn't been against his hand. She was straddling his leg and felt overwhelmed with embarrassment at the thought of having been dry humping him in her sleep. She looked up at him, expecting him to be asleep. He was awake; his eyes open and dark.

"Keep going," he demanded as he placed his hands on her hips, encouraging her to grind against him again. She tried to ignore the utter humiliation she felt as she started rolling her hips again. It felt so good but she knew she had to be quiet. They were still at Brian's and Bristol's house and although they were fast asleep in their bedroom there was still a very real possibility of one of them walking out into the living room. The thought of getting caught somehow made it all hotter. Her swollen and aching clit rolled against his thigh, making her whimper even through the layers of clothing. "Shh," he softly hummed in her ear. "If you wanna do this you need to be quiet." She nodded and rested her forehead against his chest, trying to steady her breathing and focus on being as stealthy as possible. He let her hungrily hump his leg for a bit before rolling her over so she was on her back. He was on top of her, pinning her to the couch. "What were you dreaming about that got you all worked up, hm?" He leaned down and nibbled on her ear, his lips gently trailing around her neck. She couldn't focus enough to answer. Everything about him had her mind a foggy mess. Just when she was about to attempt a coherent answer, he slipped his hand past the waistband of her pants and her panties. His fingertips danced across her folds, making them both gasp. "What got you so wet, baby? Answer me."

"I was dreaming about you," she finally mustered up. She knew it wasn't specific enough for him but it was what she was able to get out.

"You were?" he asked teasingly, keeping his touch featherlight as he brushed his fingertips across her pussy. "What was I doing, hm?" His lips attached to her neck again.

"You...you were fingering me..." she finally admitted. Shawn pulled away from her neck and looked at her, a smirk plastered on his face as he chuckled darkly.

"You and your obsession with my fingers..." He shook his head and laughed. "Is that what you want now, baby? You want me to finger you?"

"Please," she panted as quietly as possible. "Please, Shawn. I need it so bad."

"Such a good girl begging for me." He barely gave her enough time to react to his words before pushing two fingers into her. She gasped and immediately latched her mouth to his shoulder in an attempt to muffle herself. His ring and middle fingers steadily pumped inside of her while his thumb massaged her clit. She rocked her hips against his hand and smiled to herself when she realized it was just like her dream. "Fuck," he breathed against her. "Fuck, I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers." He started pounding his fingers into her faster. "You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum on my fingers? Maybe you can suck all your cum off my fingers like how you sucked them in the car, hm?" Fuck. His dirty talk always did things to her and he knew that. She was so close to her orgasm. So, so close. But he pulled his fingers out of her before she could cum.

"No," she protested with a pout. "No, baby, please. I need to cum."

"I know you do, baby," he assured her. "But so do I." She swallowed hard as she watched him push his pants down and pull out his hard cock. He pushed her pants and panties down too and settled himself between her legs. "Quiet, remember baby? You need to be quiet."

"I will be. I promise." Their foreheads pressed against each other as he slowly pushed inside her. Her back arched and her mouth fell open but no sound came out. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started slowly thrusting, his pace quickening almost immediately.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good," he groaned with his face buried in the crook of her neck. "Cum on my cock. Let me feel it." She had already been so close that as soon as he said those words, she was done for. Her entire body convulsed as waves of intense pleasure moved through her body but he didn't let up. She held her own hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as he fucked her through her orgasm. "Such a good girl," he breathed against her skin. "One more. You can do it." He kept thrusting into her until he felt her tighten around him and start shaking again with her second orgasm.

"Cum inside me," she panted as her hands gripped desperately at his shirt. "Please." He thrusted a few more times before his hips stilled and his cock throbbed inside her, filling her with his cum. They both tried to catch their breath — sweaty and completely exhausted. He started to slowly pull out of her but she stopped him. "Wait—"

"Hm?"

"You can't pull out here. It'll make a mess."

"Good point," he sighed. He thought for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up, his cock still inside her as they snuck into the bathroom to clean up. He sat her on the counter and pulled out slowly before wiping her clean and helping her put her clothes back on.

"What time is it?" Camila asked, still in a daze. Shawn pulled his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and tapped the screen to check.

"3:30 in the morning," he chuckled. "Do you wanna go back out and try to sleep on the couch some more? Or do you wanna head home?"

"Let's go back to my place. I wanna be loud during round two." Shawn looked over at her and couldn't hold back the deep growl that escaped his throat.

"Round two, huh?" He walked towards where she sat on the counter, standing between her legs as he leaned in to kiss her.

"Mhm. I still need your tongue. And I want you in my throat. And I want you to fuck me from behind. And—"

"Let's go." He pulled her off the counter and onto her feet. They pulled the rest of their clothes on and grabbed their things from the living room before sneaking out of their friends' house and into Shawn's car. The same fingers that had been in her pussy earlier were in her mouth the entire drive back to her house.

"We should film it," Camila suggested as they pulled into the driveway of her house.

"What?"

"Don't you think we need a more updated video? We should film it."

"Jesus Christ, Camila. Are you trying to kill me?" he chuckled. They frantically stumbled into the bedroom, Shawn setting up his phone on the nightstand to capture everything on video as he buried his face between her legs until she came again. "We really are the freaks of the group, huh?" he joked as he held his phone in his large hand, capturing everything as she sat on her knees in front of him and began sucking him off. They ended up finally falling asleep around 5:30. Both of them had to work the next day but they had a feeling the exhaustion would be worth it.

A/N: happy chapter 69! lol