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SAY ANYTHING?!

lord let that be a nico or macklin … fic…

This was hell. Not super-hell, more like...mildly annoying hell. Will managed to swipe some weed off of Tyler at the charity auction, and split it between him and Mack before going to bed. Fast forward 30 minute, Mack's laying in his bed, all clothes gone but boxers, with World War Z playing through the flat screen.

He's half asleep by the time he picks up his phone. Struggling with the buttons, he manages to pull up your contact, 'Partner (in crime)'. The dial tone plays a couple of times before you pick up.

"Mack, it's midnight..." Your voice flows to his ears, a stupid grin forming on his face despite your sleepy gruffness.

"Baybeee" He ignores your chiding, too high to care, "Whats going on?"

"Sleeping. Sleeping is going on." He can hear your glare through the phone.

He ignores you, too focused on his own agenda, "What didja do today?" You sigh, feeling your sleepy walls crumble.

"Not much, work let me off early for some reason so me and Azi went to the beach. You?" He can hear you turn in your sheets, the sound of linen over skin igniting something in his chest and boxers simultaneously.

"Not-...not much, just hanging out at home..." Mack's breath turns heavier, "Tyler gave me and Will some weed, so we...y'know..."

"ahh, that explains why you sound weird" The tease in your voice makes his boxers grow tight. His hand moves down to his crotch, fingers gently cupping, massaging, kneading his erection further into existence.

"Weird? That's mean..." His voice is husky already, "Tell me more about you at the beach. You wear that little two piece I bought you? One with the ties?" He can picture it already: the thin straps tied behind your neck, his hands tugging the strings, loosening your bikini top until it slips off to expose your perfect body.

"Ew perv" You laugh. You can tell why he called this late, and you're open to entertaining it.

"Humor me. Please." His voice is borderline desperate, a whine sewn in with the words.

"Hmm, well when you beg like that-"

"I'm not begging"

"Sure...Then yes, I did. Almost lost the top because Azi pulled me under when a wave hit" His fingers pull his cock through his fly, curling beneath his balls and squeezing them. He lets a groan slip, too engrossed in his own pleasure to think about his dignity to care about being caught.

"...Mack, ewww" Your nose wrinkles, lips curving into a smile.

"Hold on, hold on" His voice is tight as his hand starts to circle the base of his cock. His hand moves up and down, fist squeezing around his tip, precum dribbling out drop by drop.

"Baby, are you seriously touching yourself?" You can't help but let a little laugh out. You knew how horny he could get when high, but this was a whole new level.

"shut up shut up shut up" Mack's voice cracks with embarrassment, pitch high and whiny.

"Hey now, I thought we were gonna be nice." You tease him, your voice getting mockingly condescending, "I should hang up."

"NO!" His hand stops as he sits up, desperation clear in his voice, "Please baby, im sorry, I-i'll be better I'm so sorry baby i'm sorry" He takes a deep breath, chest shaking at the idea of losing you. Of losing this edge you've got him on.

"You gonna behave?" Your voice turns stern, putting Mack in his place.

"Yes, yes, God yes I promise baby"

"...fineee." You can't keep the grin out of your voice. Needy Mack was always welcome to visit.

He sighs with relief. His hand resumes its pattern: down, up, squeeze...down, up, squeeze. Precum immediately starts drooling out of the tip again, making trails down his cock that get smeared as his hand passes over. He's close to cumming, buildup sticking from before you threatened to hang up.

"...what panties d'you have on?" Mack's voice is breathy and quick and desperate as his fist fucks his cock further and further towards orgasm.

You can't help but scoff. Who does he think he is, apologizing just to get what he wants then being pervy the moment he does?

"Mack-"

"Y/n. Cmon." He clenches his jaw tight, voice tense. His legs stretch out and twitch with need. You can hear the tone in his voice, the edge it's hooked on. You give in.

"Lace. Light blue. With a little bow on the front." You whisper, afraid to break the moment by being too loud.

He can practically see it; Lace stretched thin over your clit, wet with need, your fingers dipping below the waistband and teasing yourself at the thought of him. He pictures your tits underneath a pretty white tanktop, nipples hard and peaking the fabric.

His hand speeds up around his cock while he fantasizes. God, what he'd do to you if he was there right now. He'd probably bend you over and fuck you raw.

He remembers the last time you two had sex. Just before he came, he had pulled out, climbed on top of you, and nutted all over your chest. You were a sight for sore eyes then, the white of Mack's cum and the pink of your nipples.

His balls start to tighten, his hand squeezing and tugging on his cock. He moves faster, faster, faster until hot ropes of cum start to shoot up. They spit into the air, arcing and splattering onto his twitching, shaking thighs. He milks out one, two, three more shots before his body physically can't take anymore.

White stains his skin, boxers, and sheets, dripping down onto his blankets. He lets go of himself, cock falling between his thighs. His fingers dip into one of the small puddles. Strings of semen join finger to thigh when he pulls his hand away, the sticky messy sweetness trying to spread as if to say 'look, a pervert lives here'.

He huffs out a sigh, re-wetting his lips with his tongue. "... Baby, I love you so much..." He whispers, voice still husky with shocks of post-nut glory. He waits for a moment, expecting a response to come. When it doesn't, he tries again.

"Baby?"

"Y/n?"

He pulls the phone from his ear, scanning the screen. There's a call stamp.

'Call ended - 34:26'.

And a text:

'Message from Partner (in crime): Goodnight ;)'

Guess there's no aftercare tonight.

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@ruinix your celebration gift from me. Wish I could post more videos but I cant. 😭

Let's ignore that and look at the photos.

(I just grabbed the first photo I seen, I'm supposed to be writing an essay 😃)

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