Imagine having waited up for your favourite character to return home, only for it to turn late without them coming back. Numerous phone calls and a deep sense of exasperation later, you’re ready to turn in for the night. Just then, however, your phone goes off. It’s them.
You grumble into the phone, crawling into bed as you do so. Your favourite character is on the line, making smalltalk. You can sense that they’re stalling for something. You’re half tempted to just slam the phone down on them and angrily go to sleep, almost as if to prove a point. Before you can, though, there is the sound of a door closing, then locking, on the other line.
“Okay, now we’re alone. What are you wearing right now?”
Your eyebrows go skyward as you realize what was unfolding here. With a bit of a stutter, you tell them exactly what you were wearing, patting yourself down as if confirming what was on your body. On the other line, you hear a chuckle.
“That sounds adorable. Now… take it all off.”
Your eyes widen. Sputtering a somewhat shocked response, the voice on the other line laughs again before turning serious.
“You do it now, or I end this all right here.”
With trembling fingers, you undress. Once done, you tell the other party and they smile so wide, you can practically hear it in their voice. They seem so, so smug. And oddly enough, that turns you on. The heat grows between your legs as you lay there on your bed, silently awaiting a further order.
“That’s good, that’s good… Now, won’t you be good for me and touch yourself?”
You find yourself nodding, despite being just on the phone. Your hand starts at your collarbones, trailing downward to your chest. Slowly, slowly, it dips lower, towards the source of all the heat. Your fingers dance across your own skin, making for short, quick movements matched with longer ones that make you ache for more. At this point, you’re not going to bother hiding if you’re moaning. You moan out the other party’s name into the phone, loud and almost with purpose.
The phone goes incredibly quiet as you continue to just go to town on yourself. You’ve put the phone to the side and left it on speaker to allow yourself use of both hands – one teasing your chest while the other goes lower. With tightly shut eyes, you’re imagining someone else touching you in such ways, you’re imagining them touching you, making you moan like that. You’re imagining them looking on at you with hungry eyes as they work their fingers, their tongue on you, making you writhe and moan and mumble their name on repeat like a prayer, their look in their eyes primal and wanting nothing more than to make you cum again and again, shrieking out their name until the neighbours have to give you smug looks the next day, you’re just there and aching for their touch until finally,
“I-I… I-I’m cumming… !"
You come with a cry that didn’t really sound like a coherent word. But… you never announced that you were about to finish, did you?
Slightly dazed, you turn over to the phone and put it back to your ear. You can hear panting, a deep breath and suddenly – a slightly dissatisfied grumble. Did they just…?
"… This wasn’t in the plan. It’s your fault for being too damn sexy, y’know.”
You laugh. It takes a moment, but they laugh too.
“I’ll try to be home in 20 minutes. If you’re still up, we’re doing this all over again. So be ready, just in case. Okay?”
The phone shuts with a click. Well, it’s not like you can go to sleep now, can you?