Sooooo I know you've watched heated rivalry, and we've talked about the phone scene... But, and here me out, what about a scene like that with Folio involved 🫣
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I’m so glad you asked, anon! 🤭
I’ve been thinking a lot about that exact thing with Folio. Going down on him while he tries to have a phone call 🫣
I feel like my smut is a little rusty. This also only kind of lightly edited. So I apologize for any errors.
Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content (oral m!receiving, free use, slight exhibitionism)
It was movie night. Carry out from your favorite Chinese restaurant had already been ordered. You were cuddled up on the couch buried in blankets and Nick had finally picked one when you felt buzzing against your side.
He dug his phone out from his pocket and sighed, “Matt’s calling.” You groaned and rolled your eyes, not even trying to hide your disdain. Matt was cutting into precious alone time with your boyfriend, and you knew him well enough that if you gave him the opportunity, he’d talk your ear off. “What? It’s important tour stuff.”
You pulled away, annoyed. “Can’t you guys talk about that later? We’re about to start the movie.”
“He’ll just keep calling,” he argued playfully. “It’ll only take a minute. Promise.”
“It’s not like he isn’t going to call you every day to confirm until you fly out next week.”
Nick laughed, “You know how he is about shit.” He slid his thumb across the bottom of his screen, answering the call, and brought his phone up to his ear. “Hey, man. What’s up?” You heard the muffled sounds of Matt’s voice on the other end, but when you went to grab your own phone to pass the time, an idea popped in your head.
“Yeah, I saw the tickets,” Nick responded. You sunk back into the couch, finding your spot cuddled against his side. He draped his arm around you again absentmindedly, just like he had before, completely oblivious to your plan. You started it by caressing his knee, dragging your nails around in circles, scratching through his sweatpants before wandering up his leg.
He finally reacted when you squeezed his thigh, pushing your hand back to his knee, huffing, “Babe.”
You had to bite your lip to hold back your giggles. He shifted his ass on the couch, readjusting his legs. “So what time am I being picked up?”
While he listened to Matt, your fingers spider-crawled teasingly up his thigh, taunting him. He smacked your hand, scolding you in a harsh whisper, “Stop.”
But you didn’t give up that easily, and went back to palming up his leg. He tucked the phone between his cheek and shoulder, freeing his hand to grab your wrist. Looking up at him all doe-eyed, feigning innocence, you whispered, “Are you breaking the rules?”
You and Nick had been playing around with the idea of free use. He was the one to bring it up a few weeks ago as a way to spice things up since tour and recording had taken a toll on your time together, specifically the spontaneity of your sex life. You didn’t need convincing to jump on board, but your only condition was that it went both ways. Both of you. That was the deal. You had access to him as much as he did to you.
It certainly made things interesting.
His eyes instantly widened when your words registered. He pulled his phone away and scoffed, “Christ… now?”
You peered up and hummed while massaging up his thigh. “If you get hard, I get to suck you off.”
His brows knitted together and his jaw dropped at the same time. “Fuck,” he groaned, kicking his hips. It was barely audible, but he caught himself, and coughed to clear his throat. “No, sorry, man. I’m here. You said two checked bags?”
You took advantage of him being preoccupied and got to work, kneading the thick muscle of his upper thigh. He’d already lost the game you’re playing. Running your fingers along the distinct outline of his erection visible through his sweatpants, you felt him throb and grow to its full size. His breathing quickened from your touch, and you could hear him starting to strain to keep his composure. “Uh-huh…”
His knees swayed restlessly, but you held them open and lowered your head to mouth his length through the fabric. He let out a breathy grunt and reached for your hand gripping his thigh. “Baby, can this wait until after?”
“Free use, remember?” You mumbled, smiling against him.
“What do you mean? I got a physical earlier this year,” Nick responded to Matt, ignoring your teasing. “Dude, I dunno how any of that insurance shit works.”
You hooked your fingers around the band of his sweatpants. He wasn’t going to help you torture him. Thankfully, they were the loose and stretchy ones, allowing you to pull them down far enough to slip his cock out through the opening of his boxer briefs. Nick slid his hand up your back instinctually, fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck.
He was hot and hard in your hand, silken skin flushed a dusty pink color. You kissed the tip, which made him squeeze the hand around your neck. He hummed a little louder than normal, hiding a moan. “How many days are we going to be in Nash?”
Not wanting to waste the opportunity of the phone call, you put him in your mouth quickly. You adjusted to the size of him, how he stretched your lips, the weight of him on your tongue, the slightly salty taste of his skin.
“I was—ah, fuck,” he choked, fisting your hair. He tugged at your roots as you sucked, his hips rocking to meet your movements. Through the phone, you heard Matt’s, what’s wrong? “Nothing,” he panted after a few seconds, “Just stubbed my toe.”
He must’ve muted the call for a moment, because he spoke to you directly. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, baby.” You smiled around him, stroking the base of his cock with a loose fist as you bobbed up and down. His fingers curled, clipped nails lightly scratching across your scalp. “Shit, that feels amazing.”
The praise ignited your drive that much more. You made your technique sloppier, burying him deeper into the back of your throat, licking the underside of his cock as he slid in and out of your mouth. His composure had begun to unravel, and it was getting more and more difficult for him to hide it.
“Yeah,” he grunted, almost sounding in pain, before rushing out, “I’ll have to check that show out.”
You swirled your tongue around the hard ridge of his cockhead, focusing on that sensitive spot underneath. A groan broke free—one that Matt wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Yeahyeahyeah,” he blurted out frantically, failing to stifle another breathy grunt. “Whatever mic you think is better.”
”He’s rambling about mics again,” Nick whispered to you, sounding annoyed, “Fuckin’ hell.”
It made you snort a laugh and pull off of him, but you never stopped jerking him. You glanced up, catching the fucked-out look on his face. Sweat glistened above his brow and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. What a sight.
“How’re you doing up there?”
“You’re a goddamn tease,” he laughed, bringing the phone back to his ear. His cock pulsed in your grip, desperate for release. You sealed your lips around him again, working your tongue down his shaft inside the warm, wet pleasure of your mouth. He gasped, “Fuck, I’m close.”
The battle for him to stay quiet only made it hotter. Whatever you could do to get him to make a noise, you did. His legs trembled and his stomach muscles flexed, contorting him in new ways. You knew his body enough to recognize when he passed the point of no return, when his orgasm took over. A strangled moan, muffled poorly by his arm, was the only thing you heard as he filled your mouth with his release. You swallowed him down and licked him clean until he pushed you away and tucked himself back in his boxers. Reveling in sweet victory, you laid back and wiped your mouth, stretching across the couch while he struggled to catch his breath.
He swallowed, panting, “Yeah, I’m good, man. Sorry. This shit’s strong as hell.” His fake cough and weak excuse made you laugh, and he reached over and smacked your ass. “Asshole.” Matt heard it because Nick corrected, “No, I wasn’t talking to you…” He glared at you as he listened to Matt, waiting for the chance to ask, “Hey, can I hit you up tomorrow?”
After a few seconds exchanging goodbyes, he hung up, tossed his phone and pounced on you.
“I’m so gonna get you back for that.”
