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summary: unsolicited dick pics and sexual messages from a stranger lead to you and alfie crossing the line of friendship
content: bestfriend!alfie , swearing , smut , 18+ mdni , unsolicited dick pic , handjob , p in v , cowgirl , recording of sexual acts , sending of provocative images
notes: this is for my best friend who requested this on call 😭😭😭 love u my girl xx
wc: 2,422
FOR AS LONG as you could remember, Alfie had been a part of your life. He’d always been there, ready to catch you when you fell and offer a helping hand to get you back up. He was your best friend, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
When he’d moved to London, he’d suggested that you come with him, but you both ended up mutually agreeing that living together crossed a line further than platonic friendship, especially considering his apartment was only one bedroom.
It was slightly weird not having him at your fingertips anymore, but it only made the reunions all the more special.
Like right now.
The heat was swelteringly hot up north, a type of heat you’d never experienced before apart from when you were abroad, and you were suffering intensely. However, Alfie was spending the weekend back home, and you had to take advantage of the fact.
What better way to do that than lounging around in his house saying nothing but lazy sentences and humming responses as the energy drained from you with every sweat droplet.
You’d picked out the tiniest bikini possible, not to draw attention or beg for Alfie’s wandering gaze to find you, but for some sweat relief from any heat that would’ve clung to you from extra fabric.
Alfie was in some black swimming trunks, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while you went through Instagram dm’s, picking and choosing who was worthy of a response.
There was a guy amongst your messages, one you’d been texting fleetingly here and there, never really committed to the bit considering he liked to get a little too sexual too quickly. Whenever it got like that, you ended up ending the conversation and shutting off your phone rather than entertaining his hormonal needs.
You huffed at the sight of a notification from him, rolling your eyes at the erotic nature of his message.
“Y’alright?” Alfie asked, turning to you.
“This guy is so strange.” You grumbled, turning your phone towards him and showing him the message.
Your best friend turned his nose up, snorting, “What a fuckin’ weirdo.”
“Right?” You gasped, “It’s alllllways the same type of thing too.”
Your phone buzzed with a second notification.
“Sent you a pic.” Alfie nodded.
You cringed at the thought, turning your phone back to yourself and suckling the inside of your cheek before clicking on the image.
“Oh my fucking God!” You shouted, throwing your phone towards Alfie.
This wasn’t the first time you’d received an unsolicited dick pic, but it also wasn’t the first time you’d turned your nose up at it and wanted to delete all of your socials because of it.
Some men really had the audacity to believe that every woman on the planet wanted to see their piece and slobber all over it. It made you feel ill, and if you could’ve slapped him through the screen, you would’ve.
“That’s fuckin’ gross.” Alfie grimaced, “Are you alright?”
“Actually makes me feel sick.”
He pursed his lips, eyes fluttering from your phone screen and back to your face that was screwed up in disgust.
The cogs were turning in his brain, working overtime to try and provide a solution for the problem at hand.
When it came to him, he had to rethink it over and over to make sure it was the right thing to say, and that you wouldn’t be even more perturbed by it.
“Why don’t you send him a pic of mine?”
You blinked at him, the disgust falling away from your face and making room for shock, “What?”
Alfie shrugged, “I dunno, like, it would put him off, right? Maybe he’ll think you’re taken.”
“I mean, probably.” You hummed, “But that’s silly, you don’t have to.”
“If it means he’ll leave you alone I’ll do it.”
The corners of your lips twitched upwards and you nodded.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Or I can send a print pic. Maybe that’s a bit more casual too.”
You nodded, “Whatever you’re comfortable doing.”
“Cool.” He gestured for your phone.
You handed it to him, and he situated it in his right hand so that none of his tattoos were on show and he was unidentifiable.
You couldn’t help the way your heart hammered in your chest as he slid his hand into his swimming trunks, biting his lower lip as his fingers wrapped around himself blindly, pumping a few times until he was semi-hard and visibly showing through the trunks.
You should’ve looked away and given him private decency, but you couldn’t. Your eyes were glued to the bulge showing through the fabric and if he was comfortable enough going this far in front of you, surely he wouldn’t have minded if you watched for a little.
He seemed to smirk as he looked over the image, deeming it good enough. His thumb hovered over the screen before clicking the download image and sending it to the guy.
Had he just saved the photo to your camera roll?
You weren’t too sure, and it’s not like you could’ve had a look, because he was still holding your phone, staring at the DM’s between you and this guy and waiting for a response.
You ended up shuffling closer, now sitting arm-to-arm with him and peering over his shoulder at your phone.
The typing bubble appeared for a second before disappearing and coming back, sending a quick message.
‘Nice pinterest photo☠️’
Followed by:
‘You gonna send ur tits or not? x’
“What a fuckin’ dickhead.” Alfie sneered.
“Does he want me to wank you off on video or what? Like, how is that a pinterest photo?”
What you’d originally proposed was a joke, ended up with a shared look between the two of you, followed by knowing smirks and before you knew it, his cock was in your hand, your palm moving back and forth against it.
He was proportionately large, but it had still taken you by a slight surprise when he’d gotten it out for the first time. He was pretty too, something you were slightly shocked by. It wasn’t every day that you were thinking that a man had a pretty cock.
It was astounding to think that you’d never once thought about Alfie in this type of way, because the way he was sitting back on his couch right now, abs contracting with harsh pants while he angled the camera perfectly had you leaking pathetically.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” He grunted, hips bucking up lightly.
You continued your movements, twisting at the base.
“Is that enough video?” You whispered.
He nodded, stopping the recording and sending it with a ‘View Once’ limit.
Just as you moved to stop and pull your hand away, Alfie’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, keeping it in place near his thigh and willing you to continue.
“Alfie …”
“Jesus, shit.” He moaned at the sinful whisper of his name on your lips.
This was supposed to be for the purpose of a video only, to get back at a disgusting man who didn’t quite know how to get the hint, but it seemed like Alfie now didn’t want you to stop, and if you were going to be completely honest, you didn’t want to either.
Tentatively, you lowered your head, darting your tongue out to swipe across his tip, collecting the bead of precum that had formed and licking it away.
“Holy fuck, Reader.” Alfie gasped out, his free hand finding the back of your head, scrunching your hair into a fist.
It wasn’t long before he was cumming along the seam of your lips, coating them in his salty release until you licked it back and swallowed it down.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly as you sat up, gulping audibly as you came to about what you’d just done to your best friend.
Your phone had been abandoned to the side as Alfie dragged you closer, swinging one of your legs to the other side of his hips and pressing your lips together.
The pair of you were quick to find a rhythmic motion of stroking tongues and rolling hips.
“You wet?” Alfie panted against your mouth, grabbing at the fat of your hip and digging his nails into it.
You nodded wordlessly, scratching at the base of his scalp, chasing his mouth with your own.
“I don’t wanna stop.” You whimpered.
The fan behind you was providing you with the slightest of relief as your bodies warmed even more so from closeness and friction.
“Wait, wait.” Alfie murmured, sliding his hand between your legs and hooking his fingers into the gusset of your bikini bottoms.
He tugged them to the side, baring your cunt to his hungry gaze and he cursed lowly at the sight of you wet and needy all for him.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He groaned, sliding his fingers between your folds, parting them and then finding your clit, stimulating it in firm circles.
“God, Alf.” You gasped, letting your head drop forwards, forehead resting on his shoulder.
The empty pit in your stomach formed, twisting and turning as you grinded down against his hand.
“Here.” He croaked, voice strained and gravelly, clouded with arousal that was beginning to fog up his brain.
He held the base of his dick, guiding the tip of it through your folds before dragging it back down to your entrancing, breaching it and then allowing you to sink yourself down on it the rest of the way.
The pair of you moaned simultaneously at the overwhelming pleasure you were both feeling.
You could’ve sworn your vision was going bleary from the tears of unadulterated euphoria swarming in your mind and causing you to move on instinct.
You started with an experimental roll of your hips forwards, and once you’d found a decent amount of comfort in that, you proceeded, repeating the motion over and over while Alfie’s harsh breaths hit the side of your neck.
He dove into it, smothering himself in your skin and busying himself at it, licking, biting, kissing, sucking, and anything else that came to mind in that moment.
Your phone buzzed to the side, and you were half expecting it to go ignored, but Alfie couldn’t fight the intrigue within him as he picked it up and viewed the screen.
Again, this pathetic, horny leech of a man just couldn’t seem to be convinced.
‘Cool twitter vid🤣’
‘Wish that was me and u tho x’
“This fuckin’ dickhead.” Alfie grumbled, clicking onto the camera again and beginning to film.
He kept it aimed at the lewd sight of your pussy sucking him in while rising and falling along his length.
“My fuckin’ angel, ‘ent ya, Reader?” He smirked, his thumb finding your clit and beginning to flick over it.
A high-pitched moan was caught through the phone as you rested your hands back on Alfie’s ankles, giving the camera a better, less filtered view of the lewd sight between your legs.
“Alfie.” You gulped through a whine, rotating your hips and rutting like a desperate mutt.
His desperate mutt.
“Yeah, keep goin’, darlin’. Just like that.” He grinned, moving his hand to your hip again, helping you keep a steady flow and stop you from getting lost amongst it all, “Show him you’re too busy for his pathetic ass.”
Once again, when he stopped the recording, he made sure to save it to your camera roll and double check it was on ‘View Once’ before sending it off and abandoning your phone to the side once more.
“C’mere.” Alfie beckoned you closer, wrapping his arms around your midsection and holding you tight.
“I’m gonna cum, Alf.” You moaned down his ear, sucking the lobe of it before lathering his cheek in wet, sloppy kisses, rounding his face and finding his lips again.
The vibrations from his groan reverberated off of your lips as he sunk his teeth into the lower one, dragging back before shoving his tongue into your mouth, allowing it to dance against yours.
Your stomach fizzled with a spark of intense heat, tightening into the tautest knot you’d ever felt. It had your toes curling and whimpers flowing free from your lips.
“Oh God!” You whined, pulling away and burying your face in his neck as you came around his cock, clenching hard and spasming.
His lips pursed, pressing firmly into each other as he grunted through his own orgasm, fingers gripping you tightly and forcing you to keep him fully sheathed within you.
Your thighs trembled violently as you collapsed against him, your bodies sinking into one exhausted heap of loose limbs and sweat slicked-skin.
Once your breathing had levelled out and you were both in a state sane enough to speak, you glanced up at him through tired eyes.
The smile you gave him was half-arsed and dazed, but appreciative nonetheless.
“That was amazing.” You whispered.
“Yeah?” He smirked, looking down at you, “You were the amazing one.”
You scoffed, shaking your head, “It was a team effort.”
He laughed breathily, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Hopefully that fucker’s left you alone now.”
You hummed in surprise as you suddenly remembered him.
You couldn’t fault yourself or Alfie for you getting lost in the mesmerisation of post-sex haze. Besides, you’d much rather be replaying those moments in your head than the memory of that man’s cringy attempts at sexting.
Upon opening your DM’s, you saw grey letters reading ‘seen’ under the video Alfie had sent on your behalf.
“I reckon he got the message.” You nodded.
“I mean, if he didn’t, I wouldn’t mind sending him another one.” Alfie grinned, burying his face in your neck and beginning to kiss at it.
You shrieked in laughter as you fell onto your back with him on top of you, your arms slung over his shoulders.
“Alfie!” You giggled.
“Seriously.” He hummed, pulling back so that he was hovering over you perfectly, “You were … amazing.”
“So were you.” You replied sincerely.
You continued to just lay there, his head finding its way to your chest as you both resumed occupying yourselves on your phones.
Despite the summer warmth that was still licking at the both of your skins, you didn’t once peel away from each other or complain.
It felt nice to be this close to someone without feeling agitated by their presence for once. Not that you ever could be agitated by Alfie’s presence.
