Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

20 | yes sir (s)

This chapter contains adult content.

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I answer the call, keeping my phone turned away from me so I'm not on camera.

"Hi..." I say, soft, casual. Like I totally didn't just send him that picture to cause problems.

Clay's energy is... not the same. "Oh, come on. Show the angles right. I wanna see you."

I roll my eyes, but listen, lifting my phone to show my face. I try to look annoyed, but my lips keep twitching, fighting a smile.

"I see that. I see you trying to smile." Clay says, low, and it's immediately over. I break into a grin, swearing under my breath.

Clay laughs, looking infinitely more smug. "There's my girl." He says.

I melt, though I refuse to show it. "Fuck off..." I mumble back at him, biting my lip to stifle my expression.

I can hear Clay's mischievous laugh, then he doesn't speak for a moment.

"What?!" I finally ask, feeling flustered.

"Hold still, I'm taking a screenshot." He says, all confidence.

I immediately drop my phone. "Fuck off, Clay." I say, even more flustered.

Clay just laughs. I roll my eyes, still fussing and embarrassed. "Why'd you even call..." I start, though I know exactly why.

"You're kidding right? You knew exactly what was gonna happen when you sent that text." He says, low, and I swallow nervously.

I... I kinda did.

"I dunno what you're talking about..." I start, trying to be coy.

"I'm not playing games right now. Let me see you. Sweep the phone down your body."

My breath hitches, but I listen, heart in my throat. I briefly wish I was wearing something better. I'm just in an oversize graphic tee and shorts. I lift my phone and angle it, going up and down my body, then lifting it back up to my extremely flushed face.

"Take the shirt off." Clay immediately demands.

I fluster for a moment, nervous. "Can I— can I call you back on my laptop I—"

There's a low hum from Clay, then I see him settle back on his couch, eyes half-lidded. "Be quick."

I swallow around my tongue, and hang up the call. I take a second to just sit there and breathe, before I shoot up and do what I need to do.

First things first: finding something better than the plain ass boyshort underwear I have on now. I nearly trip over my feet, shedding my clothes as I walk to my dresser. Standing fully nude, I get to digging.

I settle for something nice— but not too nice. I don't want him to know I changed. I go for a high waist black thong and a matching simple underwire unpadded bra, then put the shirt back on. I'm nervous, but I fully believe it'll pass.

I grab my laptop and open it, almost calling Clay back, but get nervous again. I shoot up and pace. We've literally had sex before but... this is embarrassing. Usually I'm at least covered by Clay's body... but this time...

I realize I'm taking too long.

I shake the thought and swing back up onto my bed. I kneel on the mattress, sitting back on my heels, and set my laptop in front of me. I double check the camera angle, to make sure it's a full shot, then call.

Clay answers almost instantly. "I said quick."

I see that he's also relocated, now in his room, half-propped up by his pillows in his bed.