I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.
𝐂𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐖: Established relationship, SMUT, phone sex, mutual masturbation, you’re both talking each other through it :3 MINORS DNI🔞
𝐀/𝐍: I know they’re not really using phones in this, but I was inspired by an Ayesha erotica song with the same title
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Star 69 (*69) is a telephone feature used to return a missed call or identify the last incoming number.
Carlos was never the type to spend his evenings alone.
Even after a miserable assignment, he usually found something to occupy himself with. A card game. A quick weight lifting session. Anything to keep himself moving long enough for exhaustion to finally catch up with him.
Lately, though, he had developed a different habit.
Carlos perched on the edge of his bunk and leaned back against the wall, rubbing a hand over his face. It had been a long trip.
Long enough that the days had started blending together. Long enough that he had stopped bothering to count them.
Somewhere down the corridor, a pair of mercenaries were arguing over a card game neither of them seemed interested in finishing.
Normally, he would have wandered over by now.
Instead, Carlos’ hand drifted toward the radio resting beside him. The device felt familiar beneath his fingers now. He adjusted the frequency and pressed the transmit button.
“Radio check.”
There was only static that answered him. Then—
“You really don’t trust me to pick up anymore?”
Your voice came through the speaker, softened slightly by the crackle of interference. Somehow, even through the static, it managed to loosen something in his chest.
A smile tugged at his mouth.
“I trust you,” he said. “I just don’t trust the universe.”
After being together for a while, Carlos insisted on keeping in touch whenever work took him away. He knew from experience that distance had a way of wearing people down if left unchecked.
The radio had started as a practical solution. Both of you already knew how to use one, and what began as quick check-ins soon became routine.
At some point, Carlos set aside a frequency just for you. Neither of you ever talked about it, but it quickly became your channel.
Soon, hearing the familiar crackle of static before your voice became one of his favourite parts of the day.
“This trip is a drag,” he groaned. “I should be back by… Friday. You have no idea how much I miss your voice.”
“I miss you too, Carlos.”
A few years ago, he never would have imagined looking forward to hearing someone’s voice this much. There was something strangely domestic about it.
Maybe it was because no matter where work took him, there was always someone waiting on the other end.
“You sound tired.” Carlos said.
“I am.”
“You should be asleep.”
“Not yet, I wanna talk to you.”
He didn’t respond for a moment after that. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It never was.
Carlos found himself listening to the faint sounds on the other end of the transmission instead. His throat started to grow dry, the image of you sent a flutter through him.
Three more days before he could stop hearing your voice through a speaker and hold you instead.
“Are you in bed right now?” he asked.
“I am. I wish you were here too. The bed feels so cold without you here.”
Carlos pictured you alone on your shared bed beneath the blankets. The thought lingered longer than it should have. His gaze drifted around the cramped bunker— suddenly aware of the firm mattress, thin blanket and the four walls that surrounded him.
Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered him. Tonight, though, all it did was remind him of everything waiting for him at home.
He wasn’t going to admit that he would hold onto a pillow at night just to feel its weight. Some nights he would find himself rolling his hips, before fully grinding against it.
And he wasn’t going to admit how he wished the plush pillow was you, pressed against his chest, feeling how hard he is before taking him.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked in bed right now.
“Tell me what you're wearing,” he asked.
The question came out suddenly. There had been no intention behind it— no warning even to himself. It simply slipped from his lips before he had the chance to stop himself.
Now, he wasn’t sure where the conversation would take them.
“I'm wearing your shirt right now. It's the closest thing I have of you…” you said casually. “And some shorts.”
His grip on the radio tightened briefly before he forced it to steady again. He didn’t answer right away.
“Fuck… my shirt?” His voice dropped an octave, thick with a newfound arousal. “You’re wearing my shirt… God, I wish I was there to see you in it.”
The image came too easily.
The shirt on you. The way it probably hung loose. The idea of you in bed, wrapped up in something that still carried him in it.
He swallowed, adjusting his grip on the radio like it might steady him. It didn’t.
His cock was starting to twitch all of a sudden.
“What are you wearing?” you asked.
Carlos had to take a breather before he responded.
“Just some sweatpants…”
“No shirt?”
“… No”
His breathing had slowed again... like just describing what he was wearing made him hyper-aware of how little clothing separated skin from air right now.
“Are you imagining it right now?”
“Maybe…”
“You're maybe imagining me shirtless?” he teased gently. “I wish I could see your face right now.”
“What would you do if I was with you?”
Carlos didn’t hesitate. “If you were here right now, I’d pull you onto my lap the second the door closed. I’d start kissing over your neck. Just little ones everywhere I could reach.”
His words came out slow, like he was painting it vividly in his mind as he spoke to you through miles of distance.
He might even bite down a little just to get a reaction out of you. Even if it was just a quiet gasp. His breathing sounded heavier now over the line, like just the thought was affecting him.
“You'd feel my hands slide under that shirt you're wearing,”
“Under the shirt?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Under. My hands would just... slide up your back under it.”
“Carlos…”
“Hm?”
“Is this turning you on?”
Carlos didn't answer right away. The line stayed silent for a few heartbeats too long.
Then, finally, his voice came through again.
“Yeah…”
Another pause where you could practically feel the tension coiling in him from across the distance tonight Heat rushed down to his core and his cock was throbbing under his boxers.
“Are you hard right now?” you asked softly, as if it wasn’t a loaded question.
“Baby…” he muttered. “I’ve been getting hard since you said you were wearing my shirt.”
The confession came out wavering. His cock was getting hotter against his will and before he knew it, there was a bulge quickly forming under his sweatpants.
He resisted the urge to palm himself, but that didn’t stop him from shifting the weight of his hips and feeling the fabric rub against his tip.
He knew once he set his cock free from his boxers, there was no going back and he would betray his own restraint.
“What do you suggest we do about that?” you asked, though he had a feeling you already know the answer to your own question.
“I suggest we keep talking like this…” he responded, his voice growing heavy.
“I suggest…” you countered softly, “… you should touch yourself for me.”
Carlos went completely still on the other end of the line.
“You’re serious?” His voice came out low and disbelieving, like he needed to confirm this wasn't some sleepy fantasy you were both having separately tonight.
“Well… are you alone?”
The other mercenaries’ voices and the occasional clang of metal somewhere down the corridor suddenly seemed far away. All he could focus on was you.
“Yeah…”
The concrete behind him had long since stolen any warmth from his back. The sheets rustled as he adjusted again, the sound crisp through the radio.
Carlos is not new to pleasing himself, especially after being with you. Though those moments were still rare.
By all accounts, this should have been enough to pull him back to his senses.
At any moment, someone could walk through the door. Someone could adjust their radio to the wrong frequency and stumble into a conversation that was never meant for anyone else’s ears.
The possibility lingered in the back of his mind. It should have bothered him more than it did.
Instead, he found himself holding the radio a little closer.
The risk sat between the two of you. It made the moment feel hotter and strangely charged, as though the world had narrowed to your voice and the static humming softly between transmissions.
He should have laughed it off. He should have ended the call altogether.
But he hadn’t.
And, truthfully, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Besides, he couldn’t deny you anything when you sounded like that.
Slowly, he shifted in his bunk and pulled his pants along with his boxers down his hips.
The fabric whispered against skin as he adjusted himself. The situation had him wound taut like a bowstring, so close to snapping. His breathing turned uneven almost immediately from the anticipation.
His hands dragged over his cock, up and down once. His own touch felt like a fire lapping at his sensitive skin.
“Keep stroking yourself,” you encouraged.
Carlos' pulse skyrocketed, his entire body tensing at your command. He obeyed without hesitation, movements growing more desperate as he focuses entirely on the sound of your voice guiding him.
With one hand, his hand was wrapped around his cock before he gave himself a few more tentative pumps. The other hand held the radio near his lips, pressing the push-to-talk button so you could hear the moans escaping his lips.
“I miss kissing over your cute happy trail,” you cooed.
Carlos almost whimpered— almost. The mere mention of it made him short-circuit. Even when you’re miles apart, he could feel the phantom of your lips peppering kisses around his sensitive skin and navel area.
All while your fingertips would tease the waistband of his boxers.
The memory made him ache for you more.
"Fuck," he breathed out shakily. "I miss you kissing there too."
“Yeah?” you murmured. “Where else would you want me to kiss you?”
He hesitated, because there were so many places that came to his mind. He stroked himself a little more before responding.
“The lips," he said first, instantly. “… Over my chest and abs.”
He imagined your lips over the soft skin of his heart. Where you'd sometimes press your ear to listen to it beat when cuddling at home.
He swallowed before adding one more.
"The back of my neck… where you always kiss me goodnight in bed.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “You’re too sweet.”
“Only for you.”
It was a lovely thought. But it wasn’t the direction he was going for.
“I miss your mouth… on my cock,” he admitted shyly.
Pressing the transmit button, he waited. He could almost feel your smirk through the radio.
“I love peppering kisses over there,” you said. “I’d give your tip a few licks too, I know how sensitive you are even if you try to hide it.”
Carlos's gaze flicked away for a moment, the comment landing a little too accurately for comfort.
“And then I’d finally suck you off, slowly at first.”
The image formed in his mind, your lips wrapping around him carefully.
Beads of precum were gathering at his tip and he swiped his thumb over it, trying to mimic the way your tongue would lick him.
His cock was feeling deprived of your touch and it was getting torturous. A broken sound escaped him without permission.
“I wish I could taste you right now,” you added. “Your hands gripping my hair.”
“I wish that too,” he confessed.
He could almost feel it, the weight of your hair between his fingers as you took him deeper, those soft hums vibrating against sensitive skin.
The way you always looked up through those lashes like checking if he was okay even while doing that. He imagined you gripping his thighs as you tried to steady yourself. His free hand came up to grip the pillow beside him.
He heard you let out a soft moan through the radio that made his pulse spike. He called your name into the speaker softly, waiting for you to respond back.
“Sorry…” you said. “I'm riding this wave as much as you are.”
His breath came ragged as he processed your words. Your moans gave away that you were touching yourself throughout this too.
“Are you wet right now?”
His throat was getting dry at the thought of how turned on you were, your breathing uneven like his probably was too.
“Yeah,” you scoffed at yourself. “Wish you were here to see it. It’s almost embarrassing.”
His hips jerked slightly as lust floods his system all over again. His pace on cock grew faster with the newfound knowledge of you chasing your pleasure too.
“What would you do if you were here?” you asked.
There were so many different scenarios that were flooding through his head, he had to take a second to gather his thoughts.
“I'd take my time,” Carlos started, voice almost a whisper now. “Lapping at you gently at first... the way you like. Then slowly, deeper... the way I know would drive you crazy.”
He imagined your gasps, how he would drink in the sounds like they were the only thing that truly satisfied his longing to be with you. His beard would get wetter by the second while he would eat you out.
“S-Shit—” you stuttered, it was clear his words were having an effect on you. “Keep talking like that…”
His free hand grips the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure crash over him, your name tumbling from his lips like a plea.
Carlos' voice turned rougher, his words coming faster now, his orgasm creeping in.
“I imagine your nails digging into my back while I finally move inside you, feeling you… clench around me,” he confessed breathlessly. “The way you always make these little noises right in my ear when it feels really good…”
A soft groan slipped out as the fantasy took full hold.
“And when you arch your back like that… God, it drives me crazy.” His voice was thick with want. “The way you look at me right before I kiss you …all soft and needy.”
He stroked himself a few more times, feeling his orgasm getting close. Your moans that crackled through the speaker was enough to push him over the edge.
Finally, bliss cascaded over him. His cock twitched sporadically as hot spurts of his cum started running down the back of his hand in ropes.
His muscles trembled, making him feel powerless and weak against the onslaught. The pent up libido from weeks of buildup meant his body took a little longer to recover from the post-nut clarity.
Before he could think any further, your voice came through again and dragged him back to the present.
“Finished already?”
Carlos lets out a weak laugh. “Yeah… you were pretty effective tonight.”
“Help me with mine… please,” you mumbled.
Carlos sat up straight in his bunk and immediately shifted his focus on you.
"Tell me what you need," he said softly, completely attentive now to helping you.
“Just… keep talking.”
Your breathing came in heavy through the radio speaker. And he was familiar with the rhythm.
Carlos exhaled sharply, his voice dropping to that low, velvety tone you loved.
"Imagine my hands replacing yours," he murmured. "My fingers curling just right inside you... the way I know exactly how deep to go."
He waited and listened to the other end of the transmission. Your soft moans came through, barely audible but still enough for him to notice.
“That’s it…” he encouraged, his voice low and soothing. He could almost see your fingers moving in a delicate circle over your clit, the same pace that always made you gasp.
“How many fingers are you using?”
“…Two fingers”
He didn’t rush you. Just stay there, a quiet presence on the line, ready to catch every sweet sound or sigh that slipped from your lips next.
The image of you in bed with your wetness between your legs filled his mind.
“I need more than your fingers, Carlos.”
“I know, baby,” he murmured. “You want me to fill you up, yeah? Picture my mouth on your neck while I’m inside you… you’re thinking about how deep I can go.”
Your moans came in broken statics through the radio, and it was torture not having to see you right now.
“I wish it was you inside me right now,” you whined.
Carlos' voice turned wrecked with want.
“Fuck, I wish it was me, too.” His words came out uneven, each one heavy with longing. “Thinking about how you'd stretch around me... the way you always clench when I first push in…”
The thought almost made him go hard again, but it wasn’t about him. Right now, he was focusing on helping you reach your climax.
Finally, he struck gold when you cried out, your orgasm coming in waves. Your words fused together until they sounded incoherent.
Carlos inhaled sharply. “That’s my girl…”
A quiet, content sigh left him as he pictured it— your blissed-out face, the way your body melted after. He waited, because he knew you would need a moment to come down from your high.
The radio crackled softly between you.
“You still with me?”
A tired laugh came through the speaker.
“I’m still here.”
Carlos settled further against the concrete wall, the sheets on his bunk shifting and filling the silence between you. In that moment, it felt like it was only the two of you alone.
Still waning off the afterglow of his release, he thought about the moment he would come home to you, feeling you against him after a long while.
His body was already aching for it.
“When did you say you’re coming back again?”
And then your question pulled him from his thoughts.
“Friday.”
Three days away.
“Did you make a mess?” you asked casually.
Carlos glanced down at his exposed stomach, still sticky from the remnants of his release. He hadn't even thought about cleaning up yet, too busy missing you.
Now reality was sinking in.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “You should get yourself cleaned up too and get some sleep.”
“I’ll be waiting for you to get back and fulfil those promises you made,” you teased.
Carlos groaned dramatically. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to spend the next three days accomplishing absolutely nothing.”
Your laughter crackled through the radio.
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“Yeah, well…” His smile softened. “Good thing you’re worth it.”
The silence that followed felt warm.
“I love you, sleep well,” he said quietly.
“I love you too. Good night.”
Carlos closed his eyes.
Three days.
He could survive three more days.
This was supposed to be a drabble, idk what happened….
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Again, I know the chapters are short and I do apologize but I need these to be short to get this part of the lore out the way!! It will make sense in the future i promise! Please hope you enjoy and send kudos and love ❤️
Thank you for all the love I’ve been getting on my fan-fiction 🥰, it means a lot! Stay in tune for more chapters!!! I’ll try to post every Friday or every other Friday!!!
Again, I know the chapters are short and I do apologize but I need these to be short to get this part of the lore out the way!! It will make sense in the future i promise! Please hope you enjoy and send kudos and love ❤️
