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through the phone (smut)

Your hand ghosted your thighs as you gripped your phone with the other, your entire body entangled in your cold sheets. 

You waited with baited breath for your phone to vibrate again with another message from Dream, fingers toying with the hem of your panties. 

He had been typing for a while and you were already soaked. What could he possibly say that could make things harder for you to resist touching yourself? 

Your phone vibrated. Another message came through, and boy was it a long one. 

Clay 

If you were here right now I'd stuff your mouth and pussy with my fat cock all night 'til your throat aches from moaning my name and your completely drenched in my cum. 

Fuck. 

That's it. 

You dug your hand in your panties, moaning at just the contact to your sensitive pussy. You closed your eyes, gathering the wetness on your fingers and using it as makeshift lube as you circled your clit. 

Leaning on your side, you used one hand to hold the phone while your other teasingly rubbed your pussy -- you knew that's how Dream would do it if he were in your bed. 

Your phone vibrated. Again. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach -- one that promised a night of punishment.

Clay 

Baby are you touching yourself? You know what I told you. 

You clenched your thighs in anticipation, in turn driving your fingers right against your clit. You moaned into your pillow, careful to slightly muffle it so that you wouldn't wake your roommate. 

Y/N 

Fuck 

I am. 

Clay 

You know what happens to girls that don't follow instructions. 

You gulped, another moan threatening to spill out. Your fingers continued to rub circles around your pussy, the additional wetness helping you along. 

You closed your eyes, moaning as you imagined riding Dream like you did the last time he visited. 

Another text. 

Clay 

Play with yourself all you want baby, but there's always a catch. 

Get yourself close, as close as you can possibly fucking be. 

Then stop. Stop touching yourself. Call me. 

A shiver wracked through your whole body in anticipation. As much as you protested every time Dream handcuffed you to the bedposts and told you you couldn't cum until he gave you permission, you secretly loved it. 

You loved having your pleasure, your orgasm, all at his disposal. All under his control. 

Your free hand was shaky as it pressed the audio call button under Dream's contact. Yet another message appeared. 

Clay 

No baby 

I wanna see you 

I wanna see you cum so I know what I'm missing. 

Fuck. 

You accepted his incoming FaceTime, turning on dim red LED lights as you propped your phone against pillows, giving Dream a perfect view of your soaking pussy. 

Based on his breathing and occasional groans, it was clear he was touching himself too. 

You gathered the wetness around your pussy with two fingers, rubbing around your entrance until you finally pushed in. 

It felt heavenly. 

The stretch didn't hurt in the slightest, to your dismay. If Dream were with you, it would sting a little as you adjusted to his huge cock. 

Fuck, his cock. You could hear him stroking it, but in all honesty, you were too far gone to focus on the show he was putting on. 

Apparently he wasn't. 

"Fuck, your pussy looks so good baby." 

You moaned just at that. 

"If I were there, I'd slide my cock around your tight hole just to tease you a lil, then I'd put it in and you'd moan just from the tip." 

It's true. It's happened before. 

You worked yourself open on your fingers, gasping when you hit a sweet spot. Dream groaned at that. 

"That feel good baby? Keep hitting it. I wanna hear you moan like that again." 

And so you did as you were told, angling your fingers and curling up to that they hit your g spot every time, and holy fuck did it feel amazing. 

After an almost embarrassingly short amount of time, you felt that familiar pit in your stomach, like a string pulling tighter and tighter, getting more and more taut with tension right before it snaps. 

"Fuck, Clay, I'm close." 

"How close baby? You gonna cum?" 

"Soon, yeah. Fuck I don't know if I can stop." 

"You can and you will. I'll make sure of it." 

Your moans got louder and more and more high pitched, a telltale sign you were about to cum. You heard Dream's voice drifting over the phone speaker. 

"Take your hand out baby." 

You closed your eyes, tears spilling from the corners, as you reluctantly pulled your hand out, immediately clenching your thighs tight in hope of any kind of friction. 

Dream laughed, noticing your squirming, and started to speak, his voice crackling through the call. 

"You wanna cum baby?" 

You let out a sob as you squirmed in place, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of stimulation. 

"Yeah, of course I wanna fucking cum." 

"Mhm, don't think you should talk to me like that baby." 

You cried, the tears dripping down your face and onto the pillow. You heard a sigh from his side of the line, perhaps a little sympathetic. 

"Baby, I can tell you're tired."

You nodded vigorously, though you were more desperate than tired. The throbbing ache between your legs spoke for itself. 

"How about you put your fingers back and fuck yourself 'til you cum, yeah?" 

You nodded, dragging your still slick fingers down your body. The cold fingers were a bit of a surprise to your aching pussy, but you were able to ease them in the find a steady rhythm again. 

You hit the spot that made you so close last time, gasping as your back arched off your mattress. 

Your thighs started to tremble as you fucked into yourself faster and faster. 

You felt the familiar tension again, and Dream seemed to pick up on it as well because his deep voice came across the phone and he talked you through your orgasm. 

"I'm sorry you have to cum like this baby, desperate and all over your fingers. If I were there I'd be fucking you into the mattress so hard, you wouldn't even remember your own fucking name." 

That combined with the constant and unrelenting g spot stimulation sent you over the edge, as you came all over your fingers. 

As you came back down from your high, you heard Dream's soothing voice telling you to clean up and get a snack and take a shower if you were up for it. You thanked him as you wiped yourself down and hung up as you left for the shower. 

Though it was through the phone, it almost felt just as good as the real thing.