summary — rafe can’t keep his hands to himself on video call (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)
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you were sat in front of your laptop, checking yourself out on the screen as you waited for the call to connect. You were thousands of miles away from Kildare, in California, but the distance didn't feel so far when you were on video call with your best friend. Finally, the call connects and you see rafes handsome face appear on the screen.
"Hey, y/n." Rafe smiled, “I’ve missed you, hows life in Cali treatin’ you?" He asked, making you smile. Cali treated you well but all of that meant nothing since you didn’t have rafe with you.
"It's okay, I guess. Just missing you and the gang. Can't wait to get back to Kildare," you said, with a wink. You'd always been aware of the power you held over Rafe, and you couldn't help but tease him with it. you continued talking, telling him about how the internship was going.
Rafe's face turned serious as he listened to your voice. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and his pupils dilated ever so slightly. You knew that tone of voice that you put on, one that you'd perfected over the years, had a way of getting under Rafe's skin. He was always so submissive to your charms. You can see it in the way he’d lick his lips and stare at your mouth as you spoke.
"Sounds great, we've missed you too," Rafe said, his voice a little tighter than usual. "Can't wait to have you back." He leaned in, “so we can have some… fun.”
You knew what fun meant all too well, you both would fool around occasionally when you were in each others presence but you have always established that you were just friends. Best friends at that.
You thought for a second before responding, "Hopefully I’ll be back in a few weeks. Depends on how things go with my internship."
Rafe's grin returned, and he leaned in closer, "Well, when you do get back, I have something we could do in mind." His voice was low and suggestive. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and Rafe's eyes seemed to lock onto that movement.
"What is it?" you asked, knowing the answer. You knew that Rafe loved to tease you and you were happy to play along.
"Let's just say it involves us, a quiet night in, and maybe a few boundaries being broken."
"I'm listening…" you said, your voice still seductive, still teasing. You could sense Rafe's excitement building, and you knew that he was struggling to contain himself. Rafe chuckled, "I'll fill you in on the details when you get back. Trust me, it'll be fun."
You laughed, continuing to discuss how life was in California. Then the conversation leads to what you have planned for when you get back, going into detail about how rafe will be the first person you see…. And fuck. He tells you to go into detail about what will happen when he sees you and you don’t hold back telling him the explicit things that were on your mind.
You notice his hands fiddling with something out of the camera view, but you don’t question it, you continue talking, going into detail about every position, every move, every kiss you would delight him with.
Rafe is losing his fucking mind about the way your voice drops to a seductive whisper as your speaking. He’s been feeling the tent in his pants grow more and more by the way you talk, rubbing and touching himself through his jeans until he couldn’t take it anymore. He unzips his pants, gripping his dick with vice from under the table.
He moves his arm up and down ever so slightly in hopes of not alerting you. His eyes stayed glued to your lips and the way puckered out every time you said “fuck”. you mentioned how you’d fuck him in the car, in the country club golfing closet, in the bathroom of a restaurant and his imagination ran wild with those words.
His hands fisted his dick up and down, now going at a faster pace, not caring if you would notice it or not, to which you didn’t as you too got lost in your own imagination. He would let out soft groans and discrete cuss words that went unnoticed.
Now, he could feel his dick throbbing as he squeezed his dick as tight as he thought your cunt would grip it. He bites his lip to hold back a loud grunt as he’s reaching his high. The soft sound of his hands moving with a quick pace filled his room, fortunately it didn’t get picked up by the microphone attached to his computer.
He feels the band in his stomach snap and the cum beginning to rush to his tip, now he didn’t care if you would see him playing with himself as you spoke. With quick words he says, “fuckkk, stick your tongue out f’me.”
you pause your words, and furrow your brows, tilting your head to the side, “why?”
“just do it.” He grunts. You notice his hand moving with a quick pace up and down, you don’t question it as you stick your tongue out making an “aaa” sound, coming in closer to the camera.
suddenly he gets up from his chair and in view is his dick, to your surprise, he comes closer to the screen and jerks off vigorously painting his screen white, you are shocked at the sudden move but you continue to stick your tongue out as the screen turns to a pasty white.
“Fuckkk y/n.” he groans, milking every last drop. The moans die down and it is silent on his end for a few seconds until he wipes the screen clear, you pop your tongue back in your mouth with a smile, finally seeing his face back in the camera. “Damn rafe you couldn’t contain yourself could you?” You tease.
He chuckles, “yeah don’t cream your pants.” He says as he good-naturely rolls his eyes. “Your voice, your lips, your face was just too much f’me. I missed you so much.” He says, tossing the tissue paper to the side and taking a seat.
“Don’t worry it won’t be long until I’m back, then we could do it all over again but in person.” You wink.
// DATE // 13th of October 2022
// PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x Reader
// WARNING // masterbation, phone sex, pet names
// WORDS // 2,8k
// SUMMARY // Dream was going around face timing friends for the first time. He let me know I would be one of them.
// SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //
// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //
I sat in front of my set-up. I was a Minecraft YouTuber just like Dream. This is how we met in the first place. I wasn’t faceless like him tho. He was the reason I made manhunt videos as well. I, of course, gave him credit every single time. I didn’t want him to think I was taking his video and claiming it as mine. In his videos, it was men hunting him and in mine, it was females hunting me.
I don’t know how, when or where, but Dream found my channel. Just as it was taking off. Maybe he found me because I had started to become more popular. I will have to ask him sometime.
He got in contact with me over Twitter. It wasn’t anything significant. More a message like; ‘Hey, I noticed you make similar video’s as me. They’re awesome! Thanks for the credit btw’. It felt like an automated message but I still responded.
I let him know how he is an inspiration to me and that I hoped he was fine with me - basically - copying him. To my surprise, he responded. He was super cool about it. He even came up with the idea to mix the groups. So about a year ago, we posted a video on his channel; “Minecraft Manhunt Two Speedrunners VS Ten Hunters”. It got a lot of attention and we’ve basically been friends ever since. It got so much attention. We ended up making 4 more. Just so it had an ending like the rest of them. We were going 2 vs 2 with the wins. So either party had to win the last match and they would win in total.
Who would have guessed, Dream and I ended up winning the last one. Which happened 3 months ago. We only won because of me I might add. Dream ended up dying just before we killed the dragon. Three more hits after I pulled out of a fight. Pearling into the ring. I finished off the dragon. Dream and I cheered while the others screamed in disbelief.
I was expecting contact to fade when we were done with all the videos. Though, to my surprise that wasn’t the case. We still texted and even called. We talked almost every day. I really liked our friendship. But I hated to admit it.
I was falling for him. Hard. I would like for us to be more if I was honest. Sure, I had no idea what he looked like - tho I was going to find out soon - but he was such a sweetheart. I’ve definitely been flirting with him. No shame there. I think he’s been flirting back, but I’m not sure. We’ve had many flirty jokes and suggestive conversations. I have no clue how much male friends talk to each other about kinks. But I was sure I knew more about that side of him than George or Sapnap.
Turning on my camera, I wait patiently for him to call me.
Dreamy Poo 💚
A squeak escapes me as I quickly press record on the camera.
“Look, guys, he’s calling!” I tell the camera. Shamelessly showing off what Clay is called on my phone. Picking up the phone when I turn it back to me, I cover my eyes. Nervous - as fuck - about seeing him
“Hey, Y/n,” His comforting voice rings through the phone quietly.
“Wait, shit, I didn’t put you on speaker!” I groan in frustration to myself.
“Then put me on speaker,” I can hear him laugh at my idiocy.
“I don’t want to see you yet, I’m nervous!” I tell him. Hanging my head, pouting slightly. A soft chuckle comes from him.
“Alright, I’ll cover the camera,” he starts. “You put me on speaker, and let me know when I can uncover the camera. Alright?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Alright, it’s covered,” peeking through my fingers slightly. The screen is black beside the buttons. I quickly put him on speaker. Giving my camera a look for my stupidity. Squeezing my eyes shut I shake my head softly.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I tell Clay.
“Really, you’re still keeping your eyes closed?” he asks chuckling in disbelief.
“Dream! Don’t judge me!” I whine getting another laugh from him.
“Alright, I’ll just stay here, waiting,” I hear a thunk like he put his phone down on something. Out of curiosity, I open one eye just enough to check my phone. A slight pout on his face catches my eye. An audible gasp leaves my lips. I open both eyes and just stare at him. Mouth agape. He was looking away slightly. After hearing my gasp he looks back at the screen. His pout fading into a smile.
“No,” is the first coherent word that comes out. Clay shakes his head, chuckling softly as I stare at him. Frozen in my spot.
“What’s that supposed to mean!”
“You’re fucking gorgeous!” I say before my thoughts could catch up. A blush almost instantly flushed my cheeks. His cheeks seem to tint a little pink as well at my outburst. “I mean! No! You can’t be this beautiful!” I try to recover and find confidence in what I’m saying. A bright smile takes place on Clay’s face. He is sitting more relaxed in his gaming chair. It was then that I notice he had set his phone up on his desk. Either sitting on something or leaning against something. Angling it just right where I could see from the top of his head, all the way to his jean-covered knees.
Letting out little confused noises, I lean forward in my gaming chair. Left elbow on my knee, head resting on my left hand. My right hand holding my phone. I wasn’t sure if I was still in frame of my camera but I couldn’t care less at this point.
I was just staring at him in amazement. His eyes were so gorgeous, his smile is gorgeous, god I could stare at him all day and not get bored. Though I wasn’t distracted enough to not notice him glancing down at me. I decide then to tease him with that later. First I needed a video for Twitter.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” I tell him, getting another laugh from him.
“Yep, I’m definitely real. You can ask Sapnap if you don’t believe me,” he chuckles.
“I believe you.”
“Good,” he grins.
“Who else have you called?” I decide to ask.
“You are actually the first I called today, others were a little busy at this time.”
“Woah, I wasn’t even your first pick, I’m offended!” I tell him loudly, tho there is obvious sarcasm in my voice. “Bye!” I fake hanging up. Noting that that’s where I should cut the video before posting it on Twitter.
“No!” Clay sounds a little desperate making me chuckle.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to actually hang up,” I tell him in a whisper. “There is something I wanna talk to you about,” I smirk, sitting back in my chair, I hover my phone slightly above me. “I noticed your eyes wandered a bit,” I start smugly. His eyes widen and I can tell he’s about to deny it. “Don’t bother denying it,” I chuckle. “I don’t mind either way.”
“Wait, what?” he seems a little confused at my comment. “You don’t mind that I was checking you out?”
“Aha, so you admit it,” I giggle, grinning. I poke my tongue out in a teasing manner. He groans and rolls his eyes, a smile still gracing his face.
“Okay, yes, I did,” he says reluctantly, though there is a smirk playing at the corner of his lip. “You’re absolutely stunning, how could I not.”
“Why thank you, Clay,” doing something that I was possibly going to regret later. I swiftly pull at the short crop top I was wearing. Showing off the black lace bra I was wearing underneath. “You like the look of these?” I ask him. Unsure where this confidence was coming from. Looking down at his lean body I notice him shuffling in his seat. Which gave me even more confidence.
“Damn it, yes,” he breathes out like he was trying to not let this escalate. But I could tell he was already too into this.
“I can tell,” I smirk. “I can see a little bludge forming,” I lick my top lip in anticipation. Tho, to my surprise a smirk starts to form on his lips now as well.
“Does it excite you, that you have this effect on me?” my eyes widen slightly at his words. Only then becoming painfully aware of the wetness and pressure between my legs. A blush spread on my cheeks. “I take that as a ‘yes’,” his voice is deep as he chuckles.
I counter his confidence by taking off the crop top. I swear I saw the tent in his jeans twitch just slightly. Positioning my phone on my desk, similarly to how he has his phone. Standing up, I shimmy out of the short pleated skirt I was wearing. Leaving me in nothing but my matching lace lingerie and white thigh-high socks.
“God, you’re a tease,” he groans softly. His shirt is quick to disappear as well. Followed by his jeans being lowered. A relieved sigh left his lips. Having taken a little bit of the pressure off his hard dick.
“You already knew that, Clay,” I stick out my tongue at him. This wasn’t the first time I teased him. Before I would just send him a spicy pic. The smirk never left my lips. I loved that I was able to do this to him. Turning away from the phone, my ass in full view. I can feel it jiggle as I take the few steps back to my chair. Having pushed it a bit away when I set up my phone and took off the skirt. I swear I heard a ‘fuck’ leave his lips. Sitting back down my tits jiggle with the bounce. Looking at my phone. He’s starting gently stroking his member over his boxers.
“God you’re gorgeous,” he tells me, making me swoon just a little. “Will you play with your tits for me?” his voice is filled with slight authority, making his question more of a demand. Not that I would decline. I would answer to his every wish if I could. I don’t answer verbally. Instead deciding to reach behind me. Unclipping my bra. I don’t let it fall just yet. Leaving it to hang loosely on my shoulder. Both of my hands slide from my ribs to cup my breasts. Pushing them together making them seem bigger. That does the trick of making the bra slide down. Smirking I cover my boobs with one hand, throwing the bra somewhere in the room.
Looking at my phone, I see he’s decided to stop torturing himself. Having freed his dick from his constricting boxers. His right hand was slowly stroking himself up and down, thumb pressing down on the glistening tip. I lick my lips at the sight. We had done something similar to this once, though I obviously wasn’t able to see him then.
Cupping my breasts once, I pinch my nipples, soft moans leaving my lips at that. I was kinda sad that I was wearing black lace. Was it any other colour, I could have shown him just how wet this made me. The slight breeze in my room let me know just how soaked I was.
“Clay,” I start softly. Sliding my hands down, I wait for his eyes to connect with mine. “I want you to watch me.”
“I am,” he tells me a little breathless. Smirking I slide my thumbs under the hem of my panties, sliding them down my legs. Kicking them off. I pull my knees up, spreading my legs. I sink down in my chair a little. Legs hanging in the air. Putting my wet cunt on full display for him. “Look at you. Putting yourself on full display for me,” a blush graces my cheeks at the praises he was giving me. “Out here pleasing me like a good kitten,” the pet name leaving his lips has my lips flutter. “You like that, don’t you,” he smirks, voice dark. “You like being a good girl for me,” the dark tone in his voice does things to me. I’m getting drunk just of his voice.
Reaching between my legs with slim fingers. I spread my folds, slick already running down in expectancy. Fuck, I was so wet. Dipping a finger in I imagine it being his finger. Quickly adding another. Curling my fingers as I thrust them in and out. Playing with my clit with my thumb. Watching Clay pick up the pace with his hand. Matching my pace. ‘God, I wish I was with you.’
“Me too,” he smirks. Looking directly at my pussy. Glistening in the studio light. Moans and gasps left my lips as I abused my clit with frantic strokes. The thrusts becoming quicker by the second. Not even registering that I had said my thought out loud. “I can just imagine sitting on my knees in front of you. Eating you out, leaving you a moaning mess as you are now.”
“Oh, please, do that!” I moan out. Closing my eyes I picture him doing just that. The thought of his mouth of me. Sucking at my clit, tongue thrusting inside me. Adding his fingers to make it feel just that much better.
“Are you gonna cum for me, kitten?” I’m not sure if he actually said that, or if I was imagining it, but I begged for it.
“Please,” I beg like I was deprived of an orgasm for days. I, so desperately wanted to show him, how good this made me feel. How fucking hot it was for me to hold onto this confidence. Watching him jerk off to me was so hot. I loved that I had this effect on him. I loved that I was enough.
His dark chuckle rings through my ears. “Alright, baby. Cum with me and next time I’ll fill you up, alright?” I couldn’t answer him. Him just saying that had me falling off the edge. My eyes closed tightly as my orgasm ripped through me. I was breathing heavily, stroking out my orgasm. After having calmed down I open my eyes slowly. Chest still heaving up and down rapidly. Looking at my phone, Dream is in the same state as me. Cum glistened on his stomach. “Good girl, squirting for me like that,” he breathes out when he sees I have my eyes open again.
My eyes widen at his comment. “Wait! I squirted!?” I gasp, all of my energy suddenly back. Looking between my legs I suddenly became aware of a lot more wetness than I’m used to, pooling around my cheeks. Along with obvious dark spots on my white carpet. Dream chuckles softly. ‘Cute,’ he thought.
We calmed down a little more, both of us leaving our chairs for a little. I went to grab a towel and a wet cloth. I was still amazed that I squirted, I didn’t know I could do that. Cleaning up the pool on my gaming chair as well as between my shaky legs. I wiped myself down with the wet cloth. Cooling my skin before slipping into clean underwear, deciding on snuggling into a pair of sweatpants and a Dream hoodie. Taking a seat once more, a blush slowly flushed my cheeks. All the confidence I had left me slowly now that the act was over.
Scooting the chair closer to the desk, I look at Clay suddenly feeling shy. Pulling up my knees, I set my feet down on the chair, wrapping my arms around my knees. He still seemed to be confident in this whole situation. He was wearing the same clothes as before, his shirt a little more wrinkled now. He seemed to be just admiring me but I couldn’t stand the silence right now.
“So… that was something,” I end up mumbling. A gentle smile played on Clay’s lips. Seeming to catch on to my change of demeanour.
“It was,” he spoke gently. “I wasn’t expecting it. Though, I loved every second of it,” a soft smile formed on my lips from that. “I meant what I said tho,” I sent him a look of slight confusion, tilting my head sideways. “Next time, I’ll come fill you up,” his smirk is back. My blush darkens as I hide my face in my knees. A chuckle came from him.
Soon after, we end the call. After making a quick cut of the video that had also recorded our spicy episode. I posted the ‘safe for work’ part to Twitter. Deciding to send the ‘not safe for work’ part to Clay.
