𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… late night phone sex with your good friend, matt, is a normal occurrence for the two of you.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬… friends with some benefits, explicit language, phone sex; fingering, jerking off.
note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wrote this months ago and i swear it was way better at the time.
you are friends. nothing more, nothing less, just friends.
you think.
it started with light teasing on both ends. lingering touches on your hip, your hand on his arm or thigh. you’d ask him to meet you at some party and he’d ask if you wanna to leave together. you meet each other halfway to connect your lips when saying goodbye. just a soft little kiss that doesn’t hurt but has you wanting more.
and now? it’s afternoon calls that turn into late night whispers and sighs.
tonight is one of those.
he had already been in bed, settled in a cool, dark room with one hand holding the phone up to his ear and the other resting on his stomach. something within him felt alive the second he heard you shuffling around; flipping switches off, undoing your bed, laying down. he knew it all.
a loud silence fell between the two of you. just steady breathing and the soft hum of matt’s ac. until he broke it.
“you goin’ to sleep already?” his voice was low and calculated, like he didn’t know the answer to that question. “not yet,” you whisper softly. sweet and gentle. the tone you use when you’re needy. “should i?”
he chuckles, keeping it quiet. “no.”
a loud pause.
“i still wanna hear your voice, y’know?”
this time you’re the one who lets out an amused sound, “you heard me ramble all afternoon.”
“and i can’t get enough, baby.” he confesses, now playing with the drawstrings of his pajama pants. you on the other hand, clenched your thighs together, the heat of your cunt soaks through the clothing. “‘specially when you whisper my name, make those cute noises…”
he stops. you hear him hesitate, so with a deep breath, you try to push him further. “and what else?” the phone picks up on his light gulp, “and how pretty you sound when you’re saying filthy shit.”
you pathetically whimper, already losing it inside your fuzzy brain. “matt…” his eyes shut tightly, letting out a deep groan. your sweet noise make his cock painfully hard. “don’t be shy, sweetheart.”
your fingers trail down your pounding chest to the waistband of your lace panties, where your wet cunt throbs for attention. “more.” you ask greedily, arching your back as you make contacted with your clothed pussy.
“turned you into a little slut real quick, huh?” matt works his pjs down to his knees, letting his cock free. it leaks pre cum and twitches against his lower abdomen. he’s so hard it hurts, but he won’t touch himself. he can’t. not yet.
you breathe unevenly, soft gasps and sighs make their way out of your lips and into the cell, making matts ache even more incredibly painful. your finger moves the damped fabric off to the side, the cold air in your room makes you shiver as it hits your most sensitive area.
“how wet is she, baby? think i can fit in so easily? hm?” he traces a singular vein that sticks out on his cock, shocking him like he’d touch electricity. it leads him to the base, finally wrapping his fist around it. light squeezes. a few pumps. his mouth falls opens. “god, m’so hard.”
your arousal is nearly dripping. so sticky and sloppy. cricling two fingers on your clit, they run through your folds, prodding at the entrance of your hole. “s-shh.” holding your breath, your eyes roll back at the sound of your gushy cunt when sliding in. matt can faintly hear it.
“fuck.” he works his length; the slickness of his wet cock grows louder with each stroke. matt tries to follow the same pace as your fingers, but you’re moaning so heavenly it makes him desperate.
“wish it was you fucking me,” you gasp, no matter how many times you come up for air, it still leaves your lungs begging. “s-stretching me out, mmgh.”
his eyes roll back to the end of his skull. your words. the stimulation on his arousal. it all makes him feel more sensitive — feel more alive. “yeah?” his hand twists and applies more pressure.
“you’re gonna make me cum.”
“want you to cum in me.” you whisper so lowly he barely hears it. your fingers continuously move inside your sloppy cunt, getting sucked back in. they’re messy, slippery, it almost hurts your entire arm due to the strength you’re using but you cannot stop. your hole throbs like it wants something else. something bigger.
he snaps. a hot mess spurts from the head to his hand and some partly on his belly. milky white. you’re on the reaching end, his not so subtle moans and grunts have your walls fluttering, creating gushy sounds.
“i can hear how close you are,” sweet, filthy cries sound like music to his ears. matt tries to imagine you right now; sprawled out on your bed, hand clutching your phone so tightly, your legs spread open to allow your hand in the middle. are you dripping? creaming? the thought alone could make him spill out another load. “keep fucking that greedy little pussy.”
a strong pull pins you down, forcing your thighs to shut around your hand. your toes curl as one of the most pleasurable waves washes through you, crying his name. you can’t stop trembling, the orgasm makes your head fuzzy. blank. your vision turns white.
“that’s my girl.”
his pulse was pounding, his lungs felt like they were burning, heat crawled up his skin. on the other side of the phone, you’re once again gasping for oxygen. the dopamine settles down slowly, letting you become aware of what’s happened. phone sex. again.
“you doing okay?” he asks reluctantly, bringing you back to focus.
The warm sunrays filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds, draping across the bed where a brunette man lay peacefully asleep. His breathing is deep and even, cheek squished against his pillow as he snoozes on his stomach.
Everything seems still. Quiet. Peaceful. Until his phone begins to ping with messages. He tries ignoring it at first, but then it begins to ring. With an annoyed sound he turns on his dnd and goes back to sleep.
When he finally thought he was about to sleep peacefully, his traitorous dick begins to stir, filling out and straining against his boxers, throbbing gently like it’s trying to wake him up.
But Chris doesn’t wake up immediately. It takes him a few long minutes to finally stir, feeling an insistent throbbing between his legs—to the point it’s starting to become painful.
A low groan slips past his lips, annoyed and knowing exactly what the sensation is. Even though he would just rub one out and get up for the day, he was just too sleepy today.
And as he lies there, his brain already slipping between consciousnesses, his hips begin to grind slowly and subconsciously against the mattress. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes his hips stutter against the sheets, pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity.
He doesn’t even open his eyes as he starts to slowly grind his hips in a languid rhythm, not even really realizing the fact that he was, basically, humping his bed like a dog. All he knows is that the motion he’s doing right now feels fucking amazing and he’s too sleepy to think about how it might look like, plus, he’s alone in his room anyway.
"Oh, fuuck…" Chris whimpers—whimpers—when he accidentally grinds his hips just right. The friction is incredible. Almost addictive.
He’s getting close so damn fast. It’s almost laughable.
But he doesn’t care about finishing fast right now. All he wants is to relieve the pressure on his cock and feel that blissful ecstacy of an orgasm.
So he keeps going until he paints the inside of his boxers with a muffled groan.
Panting softly, body buzzing with leftover pleasure, he rolls over onto his back and finally notices you—his best friend for context—standing frozen by the door with a bag of groceries.
He finally remembers the plans he made with you and the reason why his phone was blowing up with texts this morning.
› sorry not sorry for ending it on a cliffhanger. had this idea in my head for a few days now. i might write a continuation in the future but who knows :p
⤷ contains . . . smut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, kissing, use of pet names, dirty talk, light degradation and praise mix, teasing, clit stimulation, dom!matt, neck kissing/sucking.
this is not proofread 🥹
the soft and silky sheets bunched up around your body as they slightly began slipping from the corners of the bed, they felt feathery and light against your damp skin as you were laid on your back, head resting against matt’s pillows as he pounded into you, holding your legs over his shoulders as he did this.
“fuck baby, takin’ me so well, yeah?” matt murmurs as he thrusts into your pussy, movements deep and passionate, your legs perfectly spread apart and on display for him and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. you moan in response, hand tangling in his soft brunette hair as his head slightly dips forward in pleasure.
tonight was supposed to be a rather…different type of evening for the both of you. matt had a pile of papers he’d needed to grade by the end of the night, and you wanted to finish the last few chapters of the book he’d recently bought for you. that was until matt started kissing you while you were reading, and it had escalated into this, but you weren’t at all complaining. your book that you had been reading before, however, was now abandoned on the floor, and you were certain you had lost your page you were on.
you looked up at matt as he was hovering over you, his glassed fogging up and slowly sliding down the tip of his nose, you pushed them back up with index finger before pulling him into a kiss, you could feel the vibrations of matt groaning into your mouth—which was music to your ears. his tongue pushed into your mouth, he kissed you like no one ever had before, like if he’d stopped the world would crumble.
matt pulled away from your lips and pushed you back down onto the pillow, he spread your legs further apart as he slowly pulled out, dipping his head down between your legs. before you could even process it, you jolted in pleasure as his tongue delved into your pussy, lapping up and down, the tip of his tongue brushing against your clit deliberately, like he wanted to tease you, make you writhe and moan as he tantalized what he really could do with his mouth.
“oh my god—matt!” you gasped out as he simultaneously pushed one of his long fingers inside of you while sucking on your clit. you clasped a hand over your mouth, your legs began to shake as his movements got more desperate and intense.
matt lifted his head from your dripping core, reaching up to lightly grab your wrist, he removed your hand from your mouth and pinned your wrist to the bed. “don’t hide from me baby, i wanna hear you.” he murmured, voice raspy and dark.
“matt i want…more…” you somehow managed to moan out, matt only smirked devilishly and added a second finger inside of you in response before leaning down to bury his head in your neck, planting kisses and slowly sucking on your skin.
“more huh? such a needy fuckin’ girl.” matt’s voice was muffled as he spoke in between kisses. “you’re so soaked for me..” he continued. “m’gonna make you come alllll over my fingers, baby…just like in those books you read, right?” matt chuckled as his fingers pumped through you faster, driving you to the brink of your orgasm.
matt knew about what kind of books you read. of course, there wasn’t erotic scenes in every book you owned, you had quite the variety of what kinds of literature you indulged in, but he could just tell what you were reading about by your facial expressions alone, he’d honestly always found it kind of cute, and always teased you about it.
you moaned out matt’s name as you released all over his fingers. you reaching your climax triggered matt’s, as he also came. he pumped his fingers inside of you a few more times before taking them out, sucking on his fingers with a loud pop sound, getting every last bit. it’s safe to say that two things were spread tonight. your book that had been abandoned on the floor for hours, and your legs.
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