Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize heâs jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forthâhim confessing all the nasty things he wants to do to you, you teasing between sweet and cruel, letting him see just enough to break him. He cums hard for you, then you make him listen while you play with yourself and orgasm. At the very end, you drop the sweetest bombâand hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
â 2,827 words, old story, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), lots of dirty talk, masturbation, praise & a tiny bit of degradation, pet name/name calling (e.g, ma/mama, baby, sweetheart, honeyš, and slutš), you're a little mean but he likes it, etcâ
"Hello?" you call, picking up on the third ring. The room is quiet, the only light the coming from your amber lamp and the blue glow from your screen reflecting off your freshly done nails.â
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. Itâs a wrecked soundâragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.â
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
âYou picture him for a second. Maybe heâs sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe heâs been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the blockâalways the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize youâre wrong.â
Right now, your best friend is laid out on his bed, the sheets a mess beneath him. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved down to his mid-thighs, his brown skin damp and glowing in the dim light of his room. His stomach is corded, muscles tightening and rippling with every long, desperate drag of his fist. His dick is a dark, heavy weight in his handâslick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
Heâs slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thoughtâand now the sweet, taunting soundâof your voice. Precum is already smeared over his knuckles, his thumb rolling lazy over his slit before pressing harder, coaxing a deep, guttural grunt from his throat.â
"Mghânothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.â
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? Whatâs wrong, baby?"â
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediateâhe moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like youâd reached through the line and wrapped your hand around him yourself. He lives for when your voice turns soft like this, when you stop clowning him and get sweet. His fist moves quicker now, his hips pushing up into his palm, seeking the friction he canât get enough of.â
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
âYou fall quiet for a beat, leaning back against your headboard. You listen harder. You hear the wet, squelching sounds of his grip. The sharp little hitches of breath. The low, animalistic sound he makes when his fist squeezes tighter at the base.
And it clicks.â
"...Youâre jerking off."â
Silence. Just the heavy, frantic sound of his breathing. Then a broken, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. M'sorry. Canât stop. Not when itâs you."â
Your breath stutters, a prickle of heat blooming low in your belly. "Youâre getting off to me? On the damn phone?"
â"Every time," he admits, his voice rough and needy, but with a sudden edge of raw honesty. He wants you to know. He wants you to feel the weight of it. "Think about you all the time. That mouth. Those tits. The way your ass looks in those shorts." His pace picks up, the slick, lewd sounds of his hand working his dick filling the line. "Fuck, Iâd do anything to see you ride me, just once. Just to see what that look on your face is like when Iâm deep inside you."
âYou bite your lip, your pulse kicking against your throat. "Thatâs disgusting. Using my voice to get your nut. Youâre nasty."â
He groans like youâve just blessed him with a touch. "Yeah, I know. But you're all I think about... youâre the only thing that gets me this hard."â
"That's nice, honey. But you really shouldn't think of me like that... you know we're just friends," you murmur, your own hand sliding down to rest heavy on your thigh, the silk of your shorts cool against your palm.â
"Donât say that." His tone cuts sharp now, all the nice playfulness you've come to love is gone. "Iâm not your fucking friend. You call me every day. You tell me you love me. I told you from the startâIâm not your friend." His breath hitches, the wet sounds of his fist speeding up, becoming more frantic. "You let me talk to you like this. And you let meâYou let me be in your life knowing how I feel about you."â
Your acrylic nail drags slow across your bottom lip. "Maybe. But I can't give you what you want, and I do love you, but don't throw it in my face," you drawl, a cruel, satisfied smirk pulling at your mouth.
"Itâs kinda sad. Stroking your dick to a girl youâll never have. We'll never be together. Iâll never let you fuck me. All you get is your hand."
âHe chokes out a moan, his hips snapping up into his fist with a raw, mechanical rhythm. "Yeah? Then give me something else. Show me. Facetime me, ma. Please."â
You hesitate, the heat pooling heavy and agonizing between your thighs. Then, you click over.â
The screen flickers to life. His camera is shaking, his breath filling the dark room. Sweat beads at his temples, his face flushed a deep, beautiful bronze, his lips parted. You know that tremor in the cameraâitâs the force of his fist moving fast.â
"Thank you," he exhales, the word almost reverent as he takes in your appearance.
â"Hi, baby. Let me see your face," you don't ask it like a question. You order it.â
He obeys instantly. His face fills the screen, his jaw tight and corded, his sharp fade a bit messy from the heat and the friction.
â"You look good," you compliment, but the little laugh that follows makes it sting.
â"Keep talking." Heâs close, you can hear the strain in his voice. "Don't stop."â
"I want to see."â
He blinks, his eyes glazed and dark. "What?"
â"I'm not repeating myself."
âHe lets out a breathless, desperate laugh, knowing your patience is thin. "Take your shirt off then. Let me see what I'm working for."â
You narrow your eyes at the audacity, but you reach down and tug the pajama top off anyway. Your lace bra catches the light, the fabric straining against the fullness of your breasts. You donât cover yourself; heâs seen you in less, and you want him to see exactly what heâs missing.
â"Fuck," he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. He flips the camera.â
Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry. His dick is a complete messâhis fist is working tight and fast, the dark, veined length of him glistening with pre-cum. White streaks of cum are already dried tacky over his thighs from previous rounds, and his stomach is flexing with every pull. His abs are glistening, his skin slick with sweat. His thumb smears a fresh bead of precum over the flushed, velvet head until it gleams, dripping onto his knuckles.
âYou bite your lip hard, heat twisting through your belly, your shorts already sticking damp between your thighs.
âHis moan rips through the line, a guttural, animal sound.â
You whisper his name, your voice low, trembling, and possessive. "... I really want you in my mouth."â
His head snaps back against the pillow, a broken curse ripped from his lungs. "If I had you here? Iâd fuck that throat till you cried. Till you gagged around me and begged for air. Iâd hold your head and make you take every fucking inch."â
You hum, a low, taunting vibration. "Youâre not tough enough for that."â
That pulls a dark, dangerous laugh from him. His hand works faster, the veins straining down his forearm. "Say that shit again. Iâd hold your face down and shove my dick so deep youâll feel me in your chest. Iâll make you swallow every drop."
âYour thighs squeeze together, wetness soaking through the crotch of your shorts. "All talk. Youâd fold the second it touched my tongue."â
He groans, deep and pained. "God, you drive me fucking insane." His breath stutters, thenâ"Take your bra off for me. Now."
âYou tilt your head, slow and teasing. "You want a show?"â
"Take it off." His voice is rough, a plea threaded with a hard command.
âYou hook your fingers into the lace, slipping it down your shoulders, letting it fall. Your breasts sit full and heavy in the cameraâs glow, your nipples tight and peaked in the cool air.â
He chokes on his own breath. "God, look at you. Perfect. Fucking perfect."â
Your fingers lift, tugging lightly at one nipple, rolling it between your fingers. "Like this, baby?"â
His hand drags hard down his dick, the slick sound of it filling your ears. "Yeahâplay with them for me. Pinch âem. Roll âem." His eyes roll back for a second, his mouth slack. "FuckâI wanna cum all over those tits. Paint you, watch it drip down your stomach. Youâd look so good messy with my cum."â
You coo, your voice dirty and soft. "Yeah, baby? You wanna ruin me like that? Wanna cover me âcause Iâm yours?" You pinch harder, moaning low. "Mmh, Iâd let you do it however you want."â
His hips jerk up into his fist, his cock flushed dark, thick, and veined. The head is shiny with slick, and your eyes stay locked on it, transfixed by the weight of him in his palm.â
You whisper, almost reverent. "I canât stop watching your hands. They're so big and veiny. So strong. You're twitching in your gripâlook at you, baby. All that for me."
âHe groans raggedly, his fist slapping wetly down the length of his shaft. "All for you. Always for you." His voice cracks, desperate. "Squeeze 'em, touch your tits harder. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples."
âYou squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple harder, tugging it until you gasp, your eyes locked on his fist pumping. The sound of itâwet, obscene, skin slapping skinâis the only thing in the world.â
"Fuck," he grits out, his voice frayed. "Iâd drag you down and smear every drop over you. I wanna fill you up."
âYou laugh softly, mean but sweet. "Yeah? Youâd mark me up? Cover me so everybody knows this pussyâs yours? Even though youâll never get to fuck it?"â
He groans, almost breaking under the weight of the tease. "Stopâdonât say that. Iâd fuck you stupid, ma. Iâd split you open. Make you cry for me."â
You hum, stroking your breast with slow, deliberate circles. "I bet you would. But right now? All youâve got is your hand. And me watching."â
His grip tightens, his strokes becoming rough and fast. His stomach flexes, his breath tearing ragged from his chest. You lean close to the screen, your voice low and syrup-thick.â
"Cum for me, baby."â
He moans, a high, guttural sound.â
"Yeah," you coax, squeeze your breast, shifting them again, "make a mess for me. Let me see you shoot it all over yourself. Come on. Show me how much you want me."â
"Fuckâ" His hips stutter up into his fist. Precum spills slick down his shaft, his knuckles shiny and wet.
â"Begging you, sweetheart," you whisper, cruel and filthy. "Paint yourself for me. Cover that stomach, those big handsâshow me what I do to you."â
He chokes, his eyes squeezing shut, his jaw locked tight as his body begins to coil for the release. "Mâcloseâoh fuck, Iâm gonnaâ"â
"Do it," you purr, sharp and commanding. "Cum for me, baby. Now."
âHis whole body jerks. A shout rips from his throat, raw and primal, as thick, hot ropes of cum spill over his hand, his chest, dripping down his stomach in heavy white streaks. He pumps through the release, groaning brokenly, the cum splattering messy and hot across his skin.
âYou sigh, watching the way it looks against his skin, your voice turning sweet again. "Thatâs it. Good boy. Look at that dick, dripping for me. You made such a mess."
âHeâs panting, ruined, his hand still twitching around his softening length. "Fuck... fuck, I love you."
âYou tilt the camera, watching him still sprawledâsweat dripping, stomach streaked with cum, hand twitching.
â"Mmh," you hum, soft and wicked, "look what you did, baby. Got me all wet."
âHis head snaps up, eyes heavy but blazing. "Show me."
âYou smirk, slipping your hand under the waistband of your shorts, dragging the damp fabric aside. Glossy, honey-thick strings pull as you spread yourself open, the phone angled just enough to flash him a glimpse of your soaking wet center. "See that? All for you."
âHe groans, his chest heaving. "Touch it for me. Play with yourselfâplease, ma."â
Your laugh is low and cruel. "Not a chance. You already got your show."â
His jaw tightens, his voice rough. "Don't play with me. You don't let me watch, I'll make you beg next time. I'll make you sorry."â
You lean close to the screen, your smirk sharp and triumphant. "Try me. You don't scare me, baby. I said no."â
His fist curls against his stomach, frustration pouring through the camera. "Then... at leastâfuckâat least let me listen. Please. Let me hear it."
âYou bite your lip, dragging your fingers slow through your slickness, making yourself whimper. "Youâre nasty."
â"Yeah," he rasps, desperate. "For you. Only for you."â
You sigh, soft and sweet, pressing two fingers against your clit until your hips twitch. "Fine. You can listen. But thatâs it. Just your ears."
âYour moans slip out, low and syrupy, filling the line. His breath shudders at the sound, ruined but hungry again. Your fingers circle your clit, the wet, squelching sounds of your own pleasure bleeding into the line. You bite your lip, letting a whimper slip, knowing heâs eating every sound alive.â
"Thatâs it," he rasps, his voice still raw from cumming. "Rub that pretty pussy for me. God, I wanna be there so badâwanna hold your thighs open and eat you till youâre crying."â
Your head tips back, your breath shaky. "MghnâYou talk so nasty, baby."â
"You donât even know," he grits out. "Iâd spread you out and pound that pussy till you scream. Iâd fuck you till you smell like me. I'd never let you leave the bed."â
A moan rips out of you, high and breathless. Your fingers circle faster, your hips rolling up off the bed as the tension coils.
â"You like that?" he groans. "Knowing how bad I want you? Tell me youâll give it up one day. Tell me Iâll get to fuck you for real."â
Your laugh cuts sharp and shaky. "N-No, baby. Youâll never have me like that."â
He curses, a guttural sound of frustration. "Fuck. Youâre killing me, ma."â
Your moans rise, sharper now, your body coiling tight. "Keep talking. Don't stop."
âHe obeys, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "Iâd hold your hips down. Spit in your mouth while I fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you go for hours."â
That does itâyour back arches, your thighs clenching tight as your orgasm rips through you. A sharp cry tears from your throat, your fingers working frantically over your clit as waves of pleasure slam through your body. You gasp his name, shuddering and trembling, your juices dripping messy against your hand.â
He groans raggedly, listening to the sound of your break like itâs gospel. "Thatâs itâfuck, thatâs it. Cum for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl."â
You collapse back, chest heaving, sweat dampening your skin. You let out a low, satisfied hum. "Oh, shit... see what you did? You made me cum, handsome."
âHis breath hitches on the other end, broken and reverent. "...Iâd do anything to see that."â
Your breathing slows, your chest still rising and falling heavy. Your fingers slip from your soaked folds, leaving a wet sheen on your thighs. The line is quiet except for the sound of you both catching your breath.
Heâs the first to break it, his voice ragged. "Man... I swear, one dayâ"â
You cut him off with a sweet, dismissive little laugh, curling back into your pillow and pulling the covers up. "Shh. Donât start again."
âThe silence stretches, thick and heavy with the things he wants to say. You can feel the ache in his voice, how close he is to spilling confessions you aren't ready to hear. So you give him something else. Something cruel, but honest.â
"Thank you," you murmur, soft and sweet. Almost tender. "I love you so much, baby."â
The phone goes quiet. You can picture himâeyes wide, lips parted, his heart clenching around those words. You know exactly what youâve done to him.â
You smile to yourself, curling the blanket over your bare chest. "Good night."â
And you hang up before he can even find his voice to answer.
⤡ warnings; f!reader, fluff, reader has curly hair
⤡ word count; 500~
a/n; i wish i thought of more whoopsie
ŕł clark who is terrible at hiding his plans. he once asked, âwould it be easier for you if there was another person doing your hair?â then a few days later showed up in the bathroom with a wide tooth comb and a smile claiming he wanted to help because he knows how time consuming and stressful your hair can be.
ŕł clark who talks about how he has to learn to do your hair now so when you have a daughter, heâll know exactly what to do.
ŕł clark who is surprisingly good at cornrows and braids, never better than you though, his words.
ŕł clark who helps you take out the braids he paid for you to get because he said âwhy would i let you pay for that when iâm here to help you? itâs expensive, let meâ then when heâs taking them out he says âwell i paid for them i can help if i wannaâ very sarcastically. it was partially an excuse to spend time with you and watch that movie youâve both been planning on watching.
ŕł clark who loves your family. he is such a family man and gets along with everyone and they all love him. theyâve adopted him as their own and he fell into their trust very quick. your little cousins love him, heâll play toys with them or hide and seek. sometimes heâll get lost in the games and forget heâs not only here to play with the kids. which is exactly why clarkâs the first pick when it comes to babysitting.
ŕł clark who loves cooking with your recipes. he loves his moms' recipes, you both do, but he loved learning to cook the way you do even if it took some time getting used to, he was more than willing to learn.
ŕł clark who is a little clingy. he canât help it, he just loves you so much. why would he not want to spend all his time with you? you don't mind it, you love it actually, but you werenât used to someone wanting you this much when you first got together.
ŕł clark who is touchy, very touchy. itâs not to be possessive. thereâs just something about you that calms him down when he needs it. he doesnât think a day passes he doesnât have a hand lingering on your lower back or your thigh.
ŕł clark who makes it so easy to fall in love with him. heâs attentive, he remembers your favorites and what you hate. he loves you the way a man should. and heâs a genuinely good person.
ŕł clark who is obsessed with you, he tells everyone about you, he shows you he loves you, he tells you. you never leave his mind, but how could you? to him youâre perfect and he had every reason to be obsessed with you.
synopsis: clarkâs always been adamant on being private with his personal life. few friends, low profile, and a hushed relationship. he canât understand why people would want to publicize everything about their life. that is until he sees you talking to one of the schoolâs football players.
so high school [f]
synopsis: thanks to the new biology professor, clark signs up for the tutoring program of smallville high to try and save his grades from plummeting. too bad his tutor bails⌠unless, of course, fate has a better teacher in mind. (prequel to the alchemy)
company of four [f]
synopsis: your world stops the moment clark tells you heâs finally introducing you to his friends, not because you want to stay hidden as his mysterious girlfriend, but because of your distasteful past encounters with his friends. (based on this request!)
mess up your white tee (iâll do you dirty) [s]
synopsis: driving back to the kent farm after your internship, you see your boyfriend in his tight white tee⌠drenched in sweat.
âŚin todayâs torch exclusive! [s]
synopsis: yeah⌠trying to get an exclusive interview from his girlfriend? doesnât really end well when both of you have been kept apart for so long (or short, either way, you two can never get enough).
practice on me [s]
synopsis: the one where you make excellent use of clark kentâs luscious lashes and incredible fingers
underneath the covers [s]
synopsis: freshman year of college has you going insane. good thing clark has a knack for knowing exactly when to sweep you off your feet, way before any unwanted crashouts happen.
get the job done [s]
synopsis: every night, clark feels bits of his sanity chip away as he has to involuntarily listen to your moans and whimpers despite being miles away from you. he doubts he can control himself any longer especially with a familiar red stone hanging around his neck.
party on u [a]
synopsis: another party invitation has you torn between going and not going. clark, whoâs been there to pick you up every time youâre left in a party all drunk and alone, tells you to do the latter. you donât agree.
tw: mental health issues and sexual assault mention.
hello.
so, posts like these are never easy to draft up or write and honestly iâm already mortified thinking about posting this.
recently, my life has taken a nosedive down and iâm making this post asking for help.
in december, my sister started displaying some mental health issues and while some of the symptoms werenât anything i havenât seen before (sheâs dealt with major depressive episodes in the past), there were two days that spooked me to my core. she was curled up in the fetal position in the corner of her room, and didnât recognize our family members. she thought we were strangers.
she was then put on a 5150 hold, and from then she voluntarily left to a group home. the diagnosis given was schizophrenia, and was given medication that to this day has given her neurological problems.
she has difficulty holding her phone, walking, talking and i can see sheâs fighting with herself, desperate to just speak her mind.
unfortunately, at the group home- she was assaulted.
i would like to take a break and just breathe- because after reading all of that, and especially since itâs such a heavy subject; i know it can weigh heavy on someoneâs heart and mind.
continuing on, i would like to offer some insight of my life- iâve been adverse on doing so in the past, but i hope this wonât be taken advantage of.
i moved out when i was 16, and since then i havenât relied on anyone financially. at 18 i was granted guardianship to my 3 siblings, and at that age i was responsible for a 16, 14, and 12 year old(s).
iâd like to say iâve done a pretty good job at raising them. theyâre my pride and joy but unfortunately i wasnât born with a silver spoon⌠or any spoon for that matter lol.
right now, i know everyone is going through financial hardships but i am in need of help for my sisters physical and mental therapies.
iâve exhausted my savings and while i would do so in a heartbeat over and over, i just need help.
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