CHAPTER 3: Collab

My thumb hovered over the screen for a split second, and before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a message. A simple 'Hi'. Casual. No big deal but the second I did—

Ding.

A reply popped up.

Anonymous69: Hey.

I froze.

The fuck?

I stared at my screen like it had just grown legs and started dancing. There was no way. No fucking way.

Anonymous69—the Anonymous69—replied me!

My heart kicked up, a weird mix of excitement and panic slamming into my chest.

Was this real? Did I hit my head at some point tonight? Was I hallucinating?

I needed to sit down. No— I needed to move.

With my phone still clutched in my hand, I booked it down the hall, shoving my apartment key into the lock with shaking fingers. The door banged open, and I stepped inside, slamming it shut behind me like I was escaping a fucking serial killer instead of a hot-ass OnlyFans creator sending me a message.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, my back against the door.

My phone buzzed again, and I nearly dropped it.

I needed a second. Needed to process.

So, obviously, I did the least logical thing—I chucked my phone onto the couch like it was a live grenade and started pacing.

This was insane.

Absolutely fucking insane.

Anonymous69 had millions of followers. People worshipped the ground he walked on. He wasn’t the type to immediately reply someone’s DMs.

So why the hell was he messaging me?

My pulse was going a million miles an hour as I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth like a lunatic. I needed to check again, make sure I wasn’t imagining this.

I took a deep breath, walked over to the couch, and hesitated before picking up my phone.

The message was still there.

Anonymous69: Hey.

Jesus fuck.

This was real.

I swallowed hard, my brain scrambling to figure out what the hell to say back. Do I play it cool? Do I pretend I didn’t just have a minor breakdown over this?

My thumbs hovered over the keyboard.

Then—

Me: Hey.

I immediately wanted to punch myself. That was the best I could come up with? Hey? I sounded like a fucking idiot.

Another message popped up.

Anonymous69: Took you a while to answer. Nervous?

Oh, this motherfucker.

I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head. Of course he would call me out on it.

My fingers moved on their own.

Me: You wish.

I hit send and before I could process what the fuck was happening, another message popped up.

Anonymous69: You're funny! Anyway, I've been following your up for a while now, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in collaborating on a shoot together?

I choked.

A shoot? As in… together? As in, him and me?

I stared at the message so hard I was convinced I was reading it wrong. Maybe this was some kind of elaborate prank. Maybe my phone had been possessed.

But no.

The message was real.

And Anonymous69—the Anonymous69—was asking me to collab with him.

I sat down hard on the couch, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly. My heart was pounding so loud I was surprised I could even hear myself think.

This was fucking insane.

So fucking Insane!

I had admired this guy from a distance. I had thirsted over his pictures like everyone else. But actually working with him? That was on a whole different level.

My mouth was dry as hell as I stared at the screen, my fingers twitching over the keyboard.

What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?

Me: You serious?

The reply came almost immediately.

Anonymous69: Dead serious.

Fuck.

I licked my lips, my mind spinning in a thousand different directions. The logical part of me knew this was an opportunity. A golden fucking ticket. His fans were rabid—if we did a collab, I would get more exposure than I’d ever dreamed of. My numbers would skyrocket.

But this wasn’t just any OnlyFans creator. This was the guy. The one I’d lowkey fantasized about more times than I’d admit out loud.

The thought of being in the same room as him, of touching him, of—

I ran a hand down my face, swallowing hard.

Me: What kind of shoot are we talking about here?

A few seconds passed. 

Anonymous69: We can keep it simple. Maybe a teasing video? Nothing crazy unless you’re up for it.

Nothing crazy.

Yeah, right.

Even the idea of sitting next to this guy with a camera on us was already enough to make my dick hard.

I exhaled sharply, tapping my fingers against my knee.

Was I really about to do this?

…Hell yes, I was.

Me: When and where?

The response came fast.

Anonymous69: I like a man who doesn’t hesitate.

I smirked.