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A night before your finals, here you are stressing over your reviewers all while complaining over the phone. Your internet friend for two years — Scaramouche — is on the other line, occasionally responding with hums of either agreement or disagreement. You don't mind him being quiet since you enjoy being the one to talk.
Scaramouche listened closely, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. He lets out a long sigh of discomfort as he rolled to the other side of the bed. He doesn't know what's up with him today, why he's getting aroused from your voice alone.
He heaved another sigh, now relieved as he finally took his member out of his pants, it throbs, aching for friction. He's probably going to regret it once he's done, but he just can't stop. Scaramouche puts the phone down before spitting on his hand, spreading it all over his cock before giving it a nice, gentle stroke.
You continued talking, jumping from topic to topic until you noticed that Scaramouche stopped responding for quite a while now. 'Is he asleep?'
"(Y/N)..."
A soft grunt escaped Scaramouche's lips, barely audible. You raised a brow, before holding the phone closer to your ear and putting the volume on max. You stopped what you were doing and instead listened closely. You could hear the bed slightly creaking with strange, wet sounds as Scaramouche lets out a series of deep exhales.
"Scara?"
A long, awkward silence stretched out as the said man wondered what you had just heard before his voice finally returned.
"...Yeah?" You had to strain to even hear it, almost feeling like he must be whispering. 'What was he doing?'
"What was that sound?" You asked in confusion, slightly nervous; but somehow, you feel kind of... excited?
"S-Sound...?" He played it off with a chuckle, "You sure you're not hearing things?" He mumbled as he brushed a finger over his tip, "I hear nothing."
"R-Really?" You awkwardly said, before letting out another awkward laugh, "Oh, I thought you were— never mind."
Scaramouche's voice shifted, a bit more stern. Though that just made his subtle laughter all the more obvious. "Were you thinking I was doing something... unnecessary while we're on call?"
"W-What? No? Gross!" You immediately responded, cheeks flushed.
"You're a terrible liar." You could hear him chuckle as you both paused for a long while, no doubt imagining the exact scene until a sigh finally came from the other end.
He gave a sheepish laugh, his expression probably turning into that signature smirk of his. "Well, what did you think I was doing?"
"... Something." You simply replied, "Were you jacking off?"
He paused a moment of silence before what you could only assume was him trying his best not to laugh before he finally spoke in the most innocent tone you'd ever heard from him.
"Oh, you think so?" He said, that familiar smirk of his on clear display on his face, though you couldn't see him, there was no way he wasn't smirking right now. "Whatever would make you think that?"
"I don't know..." You muttered, wondering if you should continue, "You were pretty much whimpering..."
Scaramouche finally managed to get himself under control, still struggling to not laugh before letting out a tired sigh, "Ahh, yeah?" He said, letting out a long exhale that almost sounded like a moan from the other end.
He managed to get a bit of a grip, but the teasing couldn't come to an end yet. Not before you were both exhausted with how utterly ridiculous this conversation was. "Don't you wanna know where I'd be making those sounds?"
You gulped, heart beating fast and face red, "I'm... quite curious."
"Of course you are..." His hand continued with its movement, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He was still grinning too, which is making this a lot worse. He was enjoying your attention. And you would never admit it to yourself, but you were loving it too.
"You know... you could just..." He trailed off, fingers tracing circles on the tip of his cock, "Listen closely."
You froze on the spot, heartbeat increasing. What are you getting yourself into? You don't know. But... you find it quite fun. You bit the corner of your lip, before opening your lips to speak, "Let me hear it."
You could hear him shifting slightly before what you thought were sheets being rustled. "Good girl." He whispered as he started to get a bit closer to the phone, but he wasn't done yet. He continued stroking his length as he lets out another breath in and a very slow exhale.
"I might just.." He paused, now breathing heavily, "...Do something naughty..."
Another slow breath.
"And the sound... might be loud..." He whispers, speed increasing, "Do you... really want to hear this, (Y/N)?"
You crossed your legs as you quietly listened to his grunts, feeling the heat between your thighs. You closed your eyes as you silently listened, images of the exact scene flooding your head as your hand crawls under your pajamas, eventually reaching the wetness under the cloth.
"M-Mhm..." A whimper escaped your lips as your finger brushed over your clit. You froze, wondering if Scaramouche had heard it.
A long silence stretched out before Scaramouche lets out another grunt of pleasure, his hand on his cock pumping faster, "Damn it, (Y/N)... why are you so cute?"
"W-What?" You exhaled, eagerly rubbing your clit as you listen to his moans, spreading the wetness all over your fingers.
A long inhale followed, before a very slow exhale. You could just almost imagine what he was doing, oh how you badly want to see it.
"Say my name." And his teasing was back. He spits over his throbbing cock once again before his hand continued its movement, sliding up and down his length.
You whimpered, spreading your lips open with your fingers before pushing a finger inside, "S... Scara..."
"Heh... maybe you're not so innocent after all." He teased once again, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips, "Maybe you're a naughty girl, (Y/N). Is that it?"
Although he couldn't see it, you responded with a nod as you stretched your aching cunt with your fingers. Your fingers begin moving, trying to keep up with the pace of Scaramouche's hand on his cock.
"Are you touching yourself?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. With all your whimpering, and those squelching sounds your cunt makes every time your fingers are shoved back in, of course, he would know.
"Mhm..." Was all you could say. It's not the first time you touched yourself to the thought of him, so you can't help but wonder, is it the first time he jerked off to the thought of you?
He gave a long exhale, hand tightening around his cock. How he wished it was your hand instead, stroking him oh so gently. "Do you want me to keep going?" He whispered once more, that smugness was still there and he made it so obvious. Another heavy breath followed, and the shifting of the sheets continued. "Say my name again."
"S-Scara... keep going..." You moaned out, impaling yourself on your fingers, wishing you could reach deeper.
He groaned, pace increasing, relentlessly stroking his length as he lets out a series of heavy breaths and grunts. "S-Shit... ahh, (Y/N), the things I'd do to you."
Your heart skipped a beat, and you feel yourself getting more aroused. You gulped, fingers not halting, "T... Tell me about it."
A groan escaped his lips, a soft smile spreading across his face. "I'll spread your legs wide open, fuck you nice and good you won't be able to enjoy someone else's cock without thinking of me."
You let out another moan, your pace increasing as your grip on the phone tightened. "N-Ngh... continue."
You heard him chuckle, heaving out breathless sighs, "Gonna breed you full of my cum... and — ohh fuck — when it drips down, I'm gonna fuck it back inside you, make sure you're nicely breed. You want that? You wanna be my cum dumpster?"
Right now, you couldn't think of anything else but the exact same scene he was muttering. It must be nice to have his cock inside you instead of those fingers, must be nice to feel his cum spilling inside you, painting your tight walls with his juices, dripping down your shaking legs and onto the bedsheet, painting it with both of your fluids.
"A-Ahh Scara... want you i-inside..." You lewdly mewled, earning a loud moan from him.
"Of course you do." He retorted, stroking his length even faster, "You gonna cum?"
"Y-Yeah... so c-close..." You breathe out, ramming your fingers deep inside, abusing your fucked out cunt.
"Good, good girl. Cum for me, yeah?"
You didn't need to be told twice as you reached your high almost immediately, legs slightly shaking as you cover your fingers with your fluids, dripping down the bedsheet. A loud moan escaped your lips as you arched your back and continued thrusting your fingers in and out.
"F-Fuck, (Y/N), you'll be the death of me." Scaramouche breathed, chasing his high. He closed his eyes as he lets out a series of low grunts, shamelessly thrusting into his hand. "A-Ahh... cumming."
Scaramouche continued stroking his cock, his balls heavy and full of cum, tip flushed and wet with precum. A loud moan escaped his lips as his cum spurted out, spraying all over his chest.
Heavy breaths filled the line as both of you come down from your high, and then, a long silence stretched out. Your cheeks are still red, wetness still dripping, while Scaramouche is covered in both his cum and sweat.
He groaned before you hear a rustling of the sheets. Another low chuckle escaped his lips, he enjoyed this. Oh, you knew he enjoyed this. "So..."
You hid your face under the blanket even though you know he couldn't see you, you gulped, finally processing what just happened.
You just had a mutual masturbation with your internet friend.
"I uh... I still have a test tomorrow..." You mumbled, trying to change the topic.
"Oh, yeah, right." He replied, voice a bit hoarse, "Did you study?"
"I was studying before you—" You stopped, a blush creeping on your cheeks.
"Before I...?" Scaramouche trailed off, before letting out a chuckle, "Before I jerked off thinking of you?"
You didn't dare respond as you feel yourself getting flustered. Scaramouche laughed, followed by a hum. "Well, good luck with that. Get a good score, and I'll reward you with something." He cheekily said, his tone alone could tell you he was grinning.
You tilted your head to the side in confusion, "What reward?"
Scaramouche went silent for a moment, he must be thinking, "Depends, what do you want?"
You gulped, biting the corner of your lip. "You... Y-You wanna meet up?"
"Oh?" He chuckle escaped his lips, he rolled over to the other side of the bed, looking at the window in front of him, "So you wanna fuck?"
"I— yeah but— I mean, don't say that so bluntly." You retorted, feeling your heart beating fast as heat crawled up to your face.
"Why? You like it when I'm blunt." He reckoned. You didn't say anything and instead tried to hide your embarrassment. "You should sleep."
"Y-Yeah, right. Goodnight."
"Mhm, goodnight."
Silence filled the line as you both tried to figure out what to say. You could hear the rustling of his sheets before Scaramouche spoke.
"I'll see you then."
Beep.
The call ended, and you were left with your thoughts. You better nail that exam, you desperately need that cock inside you, after all.