~Davesport Oneshots~

phone stuff

[Smut, phone sex, getting straight into it! trans character, lotta talking]
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Daves breath hitched in his throat, fingers tingling as he stroked his clit slowly.

  "Pick up pick up pick up-" he whined, his other hand shaking as he held his disgusting flip phone to his ear. His head shot back, feeling the wet heat wrap around his finger as he pushed it in. As soon as he did, the phone let out a soft click, and Jack's voice was heard.

  "Hello? Dave?"

  "Sp-sportsyyy heyy" Dave's raspy voice came out, a light whimper after he spoke. Jack on the other line let out a snicker, ideas popping into his head about what his companion was doing.

   "Davey~ what's goin' on?" Jack smiled, looking into his dark room, hand tracing the hem of his own boxers.

  "I- I need you sports- please~" Dave begged softly, ashamed of his plea. Jack let out a soft chuckle, humming to himself as he contemplated his decisions. As hot as Dave could be he wanted to hear him beg more for it.

"Oh yeah? And what exactly do ya need, hm?" Jack questioned, palming the light bulge in his boxers, relaxing his shoulders.

  "I- I just- need… you… anything please-" Dave whined, curling a finger with a loud breath that sent waves of heat through Jack's body. Jack bit his lip, hand sliding down his boxers giving himself a few strokes before sighing happily.

  "And why should I help you, hm?"

  Dave didn't have much time to think, he was growing very impatient.

  "Jackyyy- i'll… I'll repay you…  ngh~ pleasepleaseplease~" Dave moaned helplessly, adding a second finger, stretching himself out.

  "Mmmm'' Jack hummed, giggling softly afterwards.  "You're so cute, Davey. You're such a good little bitch yknow that?"

Dave audibly gasped as Jack spoke, face contorting in pleasure as his fingers pumped harder into his throbbing heat.

  "Enjoying yourself huh? What a whore, not even able to give me a fine response other than some panting breaths?" Jack let out a soft groan at the end of his sentence, trying to keep his composer up as he slowly stroked himself up and down. Jack's body tensed, stroking over a nerve causing his voice to hitch over the phone.

  "S-sorry sir… im- I can't…think, I need you"
Dave whined, adding a third digit, only pitching his voice higher. Jack hummed happily, grunting quietly at the formal name.

  "Haahh~ you like that?" The aubergine jeered, panting as his fingers curled inside, stinging slightly as his walls stretched further.

  "God do you ever shut up- tell me.. What you want me to do to you, davey" Jack spoke, voice wavering as his hand sped up, stomach tightening.

  Dave giggled through breaths, biting his lip as he tried to think.

"I want- you to just go wild on me… tie me up with something- anything-"Dave mewled softly as he hit a spot deep inside.

  "Sir- i- I want to please you… do anything for you- only you- s-sir…" He whimpered, voice shaking as he pumped faster sweet squeaks escaping his lips.

  "Fuck- I'm close- next time I see you I'm gonna rock your shit, Davey. Make you fucking cum slut and you'll like it," Jack moaned deeply into his phone, teasing himself more and more, nearing his climax.

  Dave hiccuped a little as he arched his back, his pacing fingers growing sloppy as he whimpered happily.

  "I will I will- please fuck me daddy~" Dave begged, tears slipping down his cheeks while he moaned.

  "I'll take good care of you, baby… shit I'm gonna- HAAAH~" Jack moaned loudly into his vacant room, white roped flying onto his sheets.

  At the same time Dave too had let out a earth shattering cry as the fluids leaked over his fingers.

  "Shit I think I pissed myself-" Dave croaked, panting.

  Jack chuckled, "good pissboy, you're such a good slut~" The tangerine sighed, grinning happily.

  "I should- clean up…  thanks, Jack…" Dave smiled, a little upset at himself for the booty call on his best friend, what if he ruined what they had?

  "Yeah, you should. Hey Dave?"

"Yeah?"

  "I love you"

  Dave smiled, "love ya too, sir"

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