mature
*wiggles eyebrows*
—

My eyes haven't left her since I saw her again. She can obviously feel my staring, as she keeps turning from the road to make funny faces in my direction, eliciting laughs from the both of us. I'd never noticed how the light picks up her eyes when she laughs.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we turn onto a country road outside of town.

She hesitates, the hand on my thigh tightening slightly, before saying unsurely, "Home."

I smile. Home. Wherever she's taking me, it's home.

"Good." I nod, finally looking away from her and out the window after intertwining my fingers with hers that lay on my leg.

"Is it?" She questions quietly like I'm not supposed to hear.

I frown, but only bring my other hand to hers, clasping it between my own.

...

"I've got something to show you," She announces with an excited smile as she takes, from the trunk of her white car, the tub of something-or-other she'd bought at the animal store. I squint over the glinting roof, bright even through the lenses shielding my eyes, and wait for her to be one step in front of me before following her into the house.

Once inside, she sets the tub on the bottom step of the worn out staircase and turns to face me, sighing contently and bringing her hands up to cup my face. I smile back at her until she frowns as if offended by something until her fingers curl around Ari's sunglasses and pull them from my face.

"What did they do to you?" She hums, tucking the arm of the sunglasses into the neck of her shirt, "What did you say to them?"

It takes me a moment to realise which 'they' she was talking about, so I decide to cover all of them. "They took me to the police station, and- and the police kept me there for ages." My eyes fall, and she smiles sympathetically, running her thumbs along my cheekbones.

"It made you remember, didn't it?"

My brows twitch momentarily, but I remember she knows everything about me, and take comfort in only having to explain myself with a simple nod.

"The girls got charged with something, I don't remember. Then Ariana—you know, the friend from rehab I think I told you about—she came to pick me up and made me stay with her at her hotel. But I wanted to come back. I messaged you on Instagram—oh, she gave me a phone. I should probably, uh..." I trail off, patting my pockets and slipping the device from a back one to hold it out to her.

"No. No, no. Don't do that." She pushes the phone closer to me, "No more, now. No more-" she takes a deep breath as I frown up at her, "I... I want to be normal. I just wanna look after you. No more crazy."

My jaw falls slack. Previously, that word would've sparked an anger in her eyes so raging you'd have thought the flame would spread to anything she touches. Now, uttered by her own lips, it's nowhere to be seen.

Her tone shifts to something joyful as she drops one hand to take one of mine, the other lifting her rattling tub. "Come on. They'll be hungry."

When we arrive at the bedroom I'd stayed in, the one she'd frequently spent the night with me, my shoulders drop in relief. It's exactly the same as before, minus a few small details. She drops my hand and moves to the side of the room, but my attention is on the bed. In the center, the same crisp white envelope from the basement sits on the mattress, my name daring me to finish reading the letters. I'm about to reach out for it when I hear a high pitched squeak, followed by airy laughter. My head whips around and my eyes widen when I recognise what made the sound. Gaping in awe, I hurry over to Camila's side, smiling down at the yellow duckling in her cupped hands. The tub, now revealing itself to hold pellets of food, sits open to the side and two more little ducklings greedily gobble at the small amount in the green box they're being housed in.

"I got them a week or so ago," she explains, crouching to bring herself at eye level with the bird as it squeaks again, "You were my little duck, remember? And when I thought you were going to be gone forever, I realised I need something to take care of, so I went into town thinking I could get a fish or something, you know? But they were just so cute and we have enough land for them and I can definitely afford them, and, well... They reminded me of you. I couldn't resist."

"They're adorable," I comment with a smile, holding out my hands when she prompts me to and gasping when she carefully places the animal into them. It makes a noise again, stands tall and takes a cautious gander at me, and stumbles before deciding to sit down.

After letting me hold the small creature for a moment more, she says, "We should probably put her with the others so she doesn't go hungry."

I nod, glancing over to find most of the food already gone and the other ducklings happily chirping away. Carefully, so as not to injure it, I place the duck in the sawdust and watch as it clumsily barrels toward the food.

"I missed you."

I lean my head on her shoulder, reaching down to lock our hands. "I missed you, too. So much."

...

I'm not sure when we decided to lay on the tiny sofa together watching some nonsense movie on the apparently new TV, nor when we got into the position we're in now, with me laying practically on top of her and her arms wrapped securely around me, but I'm not complaining. The only thing I have to complain about is that our snacks ran out and I feel an overwhelming need to be closer to her. In an effort to solve what I can, I push myself up to sitting and begin to pull off my shirt. It's not like she hasn't seen everything before.

"What are you doing?" She frowns up at me. For a moment, I freeze, but the frown is cute and her tone isn't accusing, so I allow myself to relax.

"Not comfy." I shrug.

"Then come here," she instructs, lazily pulling me back down despite my efforts to stop her.

"No, I-" Ah, well. Might as well give up any ounce of dignity left. "I mean- I need to be closer. I need to feel you."

All she does is whisper, "Oh," release my hands, and watch as I tug off the slightly-itchy shirt Ari had bought me from some supermarket before we could go to a mall for good clothes, revealing my bare chest beneath.

"Better?" She questions when I lay back down, resting my head on her warm chest and letting the shirt drop from my fingertips and pool on the warped floorboards. For a moment, it is, but being able to hear the distant beating of her heart isn't enough. A mind-consuming tension fills my body. I whine and toss myself upright once again.

"Take your top off."

"Very forward," she teases with a wink but does as I ask. I allow myself only a moment to observe the curvature of her body before landing back on her front, eyes clenching shut as I try to dispel the feeling in my bones.

"Closer," I whine again and catch her raising her brow as I look up at her, chin against her exposed sternum.

"As in pants or bra?"

I shrug and watch impatiently as her fingers fiddle with first the back of her bra and then the button of her jeans. Soon, they're slipping to the steadily growing pile of clothes on the floor. I don't waste a second before I wrap my legs around hers, but still, that vague dissatisfaction rises within.

"Camila, I need-"

"There's only one thing left to get closer, Y/n." She points out as if in warning.

I look up to her face. There's evident insecurity lying behind her eyes, but I feel the minuscule twitch of her hips into mine.

"I want it." I reassure her, bringing up a hand to draw gentle patterns on her collarbone, "If you'll let me."

Her eyes flick between mine. She lets out a long breath through her nose and begins to run her fingertips in circles on the base of my back.

"You don't have anything to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid. I just- I just don't like it. It's not me."

"Or ashamed. It's only a sign of how strong and brave you are."

"I'm... I'm not ashamed, either."

"Then what's holding you back?"

She cocks a brow, one hand falling from my back and snaking between us.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure." I nod, biting my lip as I feel her begin to stroke herself beneath me.

She leaves a moment more before shifting to tuck her thumbs into her waistband, pecking my forehead as I shift to sit up on her thighs. I curiously watch as she reaches in to tug herself from the confines of her boxers, tartan as if by requirement.

I've seen a dick before, but it wasn't anything like hers. That one was sickly pale with a bulbous head, struggling to jut out from beneath a pot belly. It was straighter than hers— though she's still relaxed against her thigh, there's a slight upwards-curve to the end—and less wrinkled. I didn't want to touch that one, but I had to.

Hers makes me want to reach out and take it into my palm, feel it's weight and warmth, caress it, so that's what I do. Her skin, a milky coffee colour like the rest of her, is soft like velvet. When I run my hand down toward the tuft of dark, curly hair at its base, the head peeks from beneath her foreskin. She lets out a shaky breath, and I look back up to find her staring up at the ceiling, eyes glistening as she bites on her bottom lip.

"You okay?" I question, hesitantly halting my exploration. She nods, though her affirming hum sounds more like a whimper. I reluctantly let go of her to get a better view of her face and frown when she avoids my eyes. Leaning down to press a hopefully-reassuring kiss against her lips, I stroke down her hair and wait for her to reopen her eyes from the kiss.

"We don't have to," I whisper.

She finally looks back at me through shining brown eyes.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's fine." She says, "Just... give me a minute, yeah?"

I don't say anything else, just hover above her, an arm either side of her head to support me as I pepper her face in gentle kisses, occasionally dipping to her neck. Soon, she begins to softly chuckle, and I reward her with a kiss on the lips.

"Ready." She announces after wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

"You're sure?"

She purses her lips and hums again. When I raise a challenging brow, she huffs and pulls me harshly down, crashing her lips against mine and rutting her hips up into me. When we break, she repeats, breathier than before, "Ready."

"Can I just- one second," I stammer, climbing from the sofa. She frowns, a slight pout appears on her lips, and she reaches out for me, but I step out of her range and tug my own underwear down, leaving myself entirely exposed to her. Her head tilts down slightly as a certain hunger clouds her expression, causing her dick to twitch into life. I smirk, holding in both awkward laughter and my nerves as I straddle her once more, this time without the boundary of underwear. Bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I look up once more, this time to see her wink back at me. I blush, even as I begin to rock against her. She mumbles a quiet string of profanities.

Easing me up to my knees, she ignores the whimper that escapes me and lines herself up before encouraging me back down, piercing me as I fall. I hiss at the momentary burning of the stretch and she freezes, wide eyes darting up to me in concern. I shake my head as if to tell her I'm alright, and by the buck of her hips, I sense she gets the message.

"Fuck," I groan as she pushes deep inside of me, dragging across the wall in her way out only to delve back in. The arching of her shaft causes her to push harder against my front, bringing a pins-and-needles sensation all the way to my toes with each movement.

"Come here," She whispers, aiding me in laying back on top of her without letting her slide from within me. Arms wrapped securely around my middle, she speaks into my hair. "Is this close enough?"

I kiss her chest, just below her collarbone, and nod. My mouth is agape at just the gentle rocking of our bodies, softer than a hammock in the breeze; the featherlight touches she leaves across my skin.

As she hardens further, she grows larger, intruding in places I'd forgotten existed. I give her an encouraging squeeze and am rewarded with an appreciative hum.

With one particularly strong thrust that has me forgetting about the fact that we're in the open on the sofa and begging for another the same, she utters quickly, as if afraid of regret, "Y/n, I love you."

I tense, though whether at her words or the fact that she's frozen right against my most sensitive bundle of nerves, I'm unsure. Before I can properly consider it, I reply, "I love you, too," and come to the realisation that it must be true. Why else would I pine for her when we're separated? Why else would I need nothing more than for her to be with me? Inside of me? Why else would I want her to hold me and not let go for anybody? It must be true. I must love her.

"Really?" She is almost hopeful as she pulls back to look into my eyes. I return her gaze and nod, watching as a contagious smile crosses her lips.

"I love you, Camila."

She grins, "I love you, too, baby."

...

We lay like that for a while, joined as we are. Every few moments, I squeeze around her, or she thrusts up into me, just often enough to keep us both painfully aware of our interlocked bodies.

Eventually, she slips from my clenching grasp and I almost protest, assuming she's simply had enough. That is before she rolls us over and reenters, quickly informing me I was wrong by picking up an instant, punishing rhythm. The air is knocked from my lungs as she grips the sofa for leverage, pushing into me with enough force to rock my body back and forth. Panting herself, she strokes a clumsy hand down the side of my face as I clutch at her shoulders, feeling as though my nerves are on fire with the feeling she forces through them. When her thumb slips into my mouth, I don't let it go, biting down to hold in my moans—though some still manage to slip from around it. She winks again, making my cheeks heat up even as the slapping of her balls against my ass reaches my ears. Each bruising stroke of her hips into mine brings tingling sensations to my clit as her torso brings on-off pressure, roaring flames across my body that spark in every ending, stars and white spots into my eyes, and the thumping of my heart into my hearing. She pulls her thumb free from my lips, grabs at my hips and tugs up, holding me there to reach new angles. My nails dig into her shoulder blades as sounds fall freely from our mouths. With a few more pumps, my muscles begin to tense. It's a welcome feeling, and one she's no stranger to inducing in me.

"So close," I breathe. She only nods in agreement, looking down to our joining. Her head tilts as if in curiosity, moments before a great rush falls over me. She continues to plough into me as I orgasm around her, seemingly reaching deeper with every thrust, hitting new spots that elongate the quivering of my body, before she finally topples over the edge. She almost collapses onto me, and we share a wet, clumsy kiss. I can't bring myself to care that she's spilling herself inside of me as she lazily jerks her pelvis, finally settling with her balls nestling against my ass. Instead, I pump her for every last drop.

"You're so good," she pants through our kisses.

I giggle airily and bring my arms to hang loosely over her shoulders.

"So are you."

"We should do this more often." She teases, though I agree. I clench one last time. She repeats the hum from earlier, a little more spent this time, and buries her face into my shoulder.

"This might be rude or intrusive..." I begin, and wait for her to acknowledge me before continuing, "What surgery did you miss?"

"Bottom surgery," she answers almost shakily, "To get rid of my, uh... you know. I waited five years, but I had to cancel it. I didn't have a choice. I had to look after you."

I nod, tighten my hold around her body, and quietly admit, "You know, I don't mind it either way. I know I don't have any say since it's your body and your struggles and your choice, but I just want you to know that I don't mind if you have a, well, penis or not. It doesn't change anything for me."

She smiles against my skin and nods slightly, "Thank you, baby."

With the last of the sunlight pouring through the window and warming our bare bodies, I feel safe beneath her, with her sheathed inside of me, and I know, no matter how hard I might try to fight it, I'm more addicted to her than any of the reasons I went to rehab. This is one I won't ever get over.

—
Idk if I like this ending's ending bUt you got your smut. I hope it made up for the long wait.

Did you enjoy this book? What was your favourite/least favourite bit?

Thank you all for reading this story! I honestly didn't think it would get this big but hey, you never know what people are gonna like. An extra thank you to all you readers who were here since the OG version 😂 I appreciate you all so much!!!

That's it for Obsessed. Bye guys!
(that feels so sad to type)

Also this was approximately 3000 words bye