drain gang smut :3

if you cant sleep, you should call me

bladee x reader :3

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The pit in your stomach wasn't going away. It was an all too familiar feeling that would like to occur late at night when you let your mind wander. You had endured nearly two hours of tossing and turning in your bed before deciding to do something about it.

Reaching for your phone that was neatly sitting on your nightstand, all plugged in and ready for the next morning, you open it, fingers dancing across the screen as you reach an all too familiar contact, "bladee"

You swear under your breath, secretly praying that he was still awake at this ungodly hour.

Hey u up?
Sent 2:57am

You sigh, a wave of instant regret and a slight festering disgust with yourself washing over you.

Hey u up?
Seen 3:01am

...

Yea, what's up?
Seen 3:02am

You inhale sharply as you see his reply, your fingers moving faster than your brain.

i cant sleep and i wnt you like really bad
Sent 3:02am

You mentally facepalm, regretting your choice of words, fearing that you've come off too desperate.

i cant sleep and i wnt you like really bad
Seen 3:04am

...

if you cant sleep u should call me
Seen 3:05am

You want to punch yourself at the way you squeal in excitement as you see his reply, shutting your eyes closed tightly as you lay in bed for a second before sitting up in your bed, clearing your throat and smoothing out your hair that had been frizzed up from the pillows. thats all the time you have before your phone screen lights up on top of the crumpled sheets, ringtone following in suit as you see bens caller id. you feel anxiety and embarrassment bubble up in your stomach at the situation before tapping on the screen and answering him, pausing for a second.

"hey" you say, your voice sounding deeper from exhaustion.

you can almost hear the smirk as he exhales lightly into the speaker, followed by a much deeper "hey" from his end. "I'm not in town since I'm on tour, but," he pauses, "I'm sure we can still have fun" your breath hitches.

you bite your lip at his suggestion. "I guess.. what time is it for you anyways?" you ask, rubbing your dry eyes, with your free hand.

"its, like 11 here. what are you doing up so late? isn't it almost 3 am?" he questions.

you hum, frowning. "i couldn't stop thinking about you.. i miss youu" you complain.

you hear him shift around on his side of the call, most likely also in bed, wherever he was. "what do you miss about me?" you don't even need to see him to know he's smirking at your desperation.

you let out an audible sigh at your frustration as you slump against your headboard, your free hand playing with the strings of your sleep shorts mindlessly. "i dunno.. i miss you being here and like, smoking with you.." you pause, "i miss your kisses, and holding your hand, your fingers against my skin.. your dick.." you say with a cheeky tone as you giggle playfully at the sound of his breath getting heavier at your words.

"what are you wearing?" you hear him shifting around in his bed some more, as you imagine him pushing his pants down past his thighs, getting aroused at your voice.

you know exactly what to say next as you sit up in your bed, pushing the warm comforter off. "why dont you see for yourself" is all you say before turning on your camera, your skin illuminated by the dim light of your screen, showing your your tank top clad torso with your shorts peaking into frame.

he lets out a satisfied breath as he sees you, "god you're beautiful, you look heavenly baby... how about I try to help you fall asleep?" he offers, making you blush from the implication.

a wave of heat sears your body, as you bite your lip, your index finger still wrapping itself around the strings of your shorts. "I'd like that" you say, barely above a whisper, hearing him chuckle lightly on the other end of the call.

"here, uhm," he pauses, obviously not having thought this through fully, letting his arousal fog his brain. "push your shirt up for me baby." you oblige, revealing the valleys of your breasts as your nipples perk up at the cool air coming from your window. he groans at the sight, a noise you know all too well that comes up when you tease him too much.

"do you like it baby?" you ask absent-mindedly, your fingertips drifting up, leaving shivers as the warmth glides across your chest.

he lets out a shaky breath, "Uh, yeah" he sighs, its now very audibly obvious that he's touching himself, from the way his breaths are airy and the shuffling coming from the other side of the call.

"show me," you say boldly. he wastes no time turning on his camera. you see his face for a second, cheeks pink and lips wet as he nervously pans his camera down. passing his chest, stomach, and his light trail of hair under his belly button till you see his cock. It's standing at an angle, his non dominant hand gripping it, the tip matching with the pink hue of your nails. you stare in awe at it, biting your lip at the way he looks so submissive and breedable (💀). 

"what um.. what do you want me to do?" he breaths out, an airy hint of a groan behind his voice.

arousal surges through your body, making you feel an intoxication, unable to be replicated by any substance you could take. knowing the power you hold in your words, you decide to be nice 2 him, "touch yourself for me baby, imagine it's me." you say, cringing a bit when you hear yourself outloud but choosing to ignore the feeling in exchange for the one brewing in your lower stomach.

he obliges to your words immediately, obviously grateful you decided not to be mean and tease him. your fingers that were once toying with the drawstring of your shorts now found their way to the edges of your shorts. sliding against the fabric and under your panties for some stimulation, after all, this whole call was for you, not him.

you continue to watch him stroke his dick, trying to match the movements with your fingers, biting your lip when you grind down onto your palm.

"you look so fucking cute like this"

he lets out a whine at your comment, obviously too mesmerized by the motions to care about how emberassing anything is. his hips jerk into his hand sparatically, as he lets out noises more frequently and increasingly louder, too lost in his pleasure to care as he throws his head back. "please" he begs for nothing in particular.

you feel yourself start to lose control as well, your legs twitching as your muscles contract tighter and tighter, eyes mesmerized in the view on your phone. you feel an explosion of pressure into a euphoric release, legs clenching tightly around the hand inbetween them. bladee soon follows after, letting out spurts of cum as he finishes, letting go of his dick as he waits to catch his breath, whispering an "I love you" breathlessly.

after both cleaning yourselves up with whatever you had, you two chat for a bit, flirting and talking about your days as you feel your eyes start to become harder to keep open.

mid sentence, bladee realizes you've drifted to sleep, hearing your shadow breathing before whispering a goodnight and hanging up the call with a content smile.

suddenly, bladee hears an explosion. the sight outside is pure blinding white as the windows shatter and glass embeds into his skin. an extinction level asteroid has hit earth. everyone gets vaporized instantly on impact. oopsies :p "at least i got to bust one last time" bladee thinks to himself before being consumed by the heat death of the earth.