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.
i hope all the girls who are feeling insecure over matt and chris liking women who may not look like them know that they are so beautiful and perfect the way they are, and they shouldn't be basing their self image on what they think matt and chris would like in a woman. bc at the end of the day, no one should center their self confidence and beauty over what a man would like... yk?
and while we're talking abt this, pls don't spread hatred to those girls they supposedly like bc its not their fault at all. don't start picking out their imperfections and criticizing how they dress and present themselves to make yourself feel better.
not to be harsh but it's not their fault for other people feeling insecure. that's something YOU need to work on, not them.
this isn't targeted, it's just a general message 🫶🫶🫶
idk if tumblr is glitching and i cant see the ask you answered but thank you for the sweet shoutout 🥰🫶
oh it’s not glitching dw!! the question was very different than from what i read (i thought it said who’s your favourite writers on tumblr) and only after i posted my answer did i realize that my dyslexia got the best of me and so i deleted the answer because i felt like i embarrassed myself there😭😭 sorry abt that!!
long story short, i answered a question wrong, ur an incredibly talented panty-soaking fanfiction writer, and tumblr is not glitching😇