hot sugar.
cooper x joko
hey gangnam styles, kinda proud of this actually, i think it's quite nice, and if u don't know who joko is, read it anyways, also look him up on insta and youtube, he's quite the funnyman
WARNINGS:
- phone sex
- pet names
- a lot of dirty talk (??)
- choking
- exhibitionist cooper
- edging
1.8k words :))
comments are appreciated, you guys are funny and make me smile, also keeps me motivated to keep writing eheh
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Cooper's shivering as cold fingers trail down his naked thighs, silly socks curling against the comforter and uncomfortably bright phone screen piercing his tired green eyes. His sweater wasn't doing the best at keeping the cool air off of him, but he's burning hot, thumb hovering over the call button.
He shouldn't call him, fuck, he shouldn't, shouldn't resort to his ex but good lord, he missed it so bad. So, so fucking bad it hurt, missed his hands, his voice, the sex, all of it.
Hot breath fogged his glasses and twisted his brain as he finally let his phone ring, adrenaline pounding through his veins as a scruffy voice sounded through his airpods.
"Hey Cooper," Joko answered, voice tired. "What's new?"
They were still on good terms, still good friends even, just not official anymore.
"Heya Jokester, nothing much, what're you up to?" Oh no, oh fuck, he's too obvious. Cooper's heart pounds as a breathy laugh huffs through his lips, thumbing at the hem of his boxers.
"Ew don't call me that, you're strange for that, you goon." He laughs, the sound of shuffling blankets and movement following his voice, and Cooper's anxious, he's excited, nervous. God, that voice, he missed it so bad, wanted him so fucking bad. "And I'm not busy, been streaming earlier, what's up?"
"I just wanted to talk of course," The blonde lies through a smile that's obvious in his voice. "A little bored."
"Bored? Well that's no good." Joko teased, and Cooper knows that he knows, he can hear it, almost feel it. He shouldn't be doing this. "I don't think you were bored, Coop, what'd you really call me for?"
He can't help but laugh sheepishly, feeling the heat radiate off of his face as he let his phone rest on his chest, leaning back against his stacked pillows. Cooper hummed into the call as his chilly fingers skittered under the edge of his sweatshirt, teasing against his hot skin.
"I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all."
"Hear me what, Coop? Hear me tell you how to touch yourself, how much I wish you were hear right now? I know what you want, but I wanna hear you say it, yeah?"
Cooper's breath catches in his throat and his heart rate is faster than he'd like to admit. His boxers are too tight and they're gripping around him in all the wrong ways.
"Joko please," His voice is shaky and he's embarrassed. "Please I want- I want you so bad."
There goes his mask, there's definitely no getting out of it or playing it off anymore.
"Is that right?" He teases, clothes rustling and voice scratchy. "You're just so desperate, poor thing, you can't even get off without me, can you?"
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Fanfiction;; warning: contains smut, gore, and graphic depiction of harsh or sensitive topics ;; don't talk about your age. just don't talk about it, i don't care that you're 13 and think you're mature enough to read nsfw. you're not, but i can't stop you. go...
