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Your melodic ringtone chirped through the air, vibrating against the sheets of your bed. You were..busy, but Joel's name flashed on the screen and you couldn't let him go to voicemail! After debating for a quick second, you picked up the phone in a breathless voice. âHello? Joel?âÂ
You didn't think it was too obvious, but it must have been when Joel instantly paused, catching onto the tone of you used. âHey, it's me,â he greeted you the same way he always didâlike you couldn't see his contact name. âI just got off of work, thought I'd call and see what you were up to.â
There was a brief silence of you trying to gather your breath on the other end of the line. Joel's eyebrows furrowed before he grunted your name quietly. âAre you getting off right now?â There was a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice, not that he minded you masturbating on the phone with him. It was cute that you still answered his call.
âMaybeâŠâ you trailed off, closing your eyes. âI didn't think you'd call so soon. I was just...taking care of some business.â Business was a loose word for what you were doing. Joel chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. âWell, I'm sorry for interrupting your âbusinessâ,â he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. âBut I have to say, it's terrible business to answer the phone mid masturbating.â
âYou're terrible,â you laughed softly, embarrassment spiking from the tips of your toes to your head. Joel's smirk widened into a genuine grin as he listened to your breathy response that echoed through the phone. âDon't stop on my account,â he encouraged. âKeep going, sweetheart. I want to hear you finish.â He wanted to hear you finish? He wasnât the slightest bit bothered.
Joel leaned back against the seat of his truck, closing his eyes to savor the sound of your pleasure, even as his own body remained unmoving. This was a new experience for Joel. I mean, usually he was the one driving the action to a relationship, but knowing he had aroused you from afar, was unexpectedly thrilling. âFuck, your voice is so hot like this,â Joel groaned, palming himself through his jeans, not yet undoing them. âKeep talking to me, baby. Tell me how good it feels.â
âIt feels good,â you whispered back, dipping your fingers back between your folds. Your fingertips stroked the inside of your walls, coaxing them to loosen. You twisted your fingers, knuckles sliding in as you moaned at the feeling of being full again. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure, your cunt easing up around you when you began curling your digits. âSo goodâŠI wish you were here.â And hell, Joel wished he was there too.
He listened intently, his cock twitching and hardening as you moaned again, urgently this time. The sound of your pleasure was entrancing and Joel found himself getting lost in the moment, drunk on the porn of your climax approaching. âThat's it, honey. Don't hold back. Let me hear it,â Joel insisted, his breathing growing thicker. âI want to be right there with you, even if I can't touch you.â
Obediently, your fingers crooked a bit, finding that sweet spot deep within you. You moaned, eyes falling shut as you repeatedly hit the spot. The phone tucked between your shoulder and ear while you humped your hand. Your one free hand shook, drawing circles over your clit with a loud whine. âThere you go. Shit, I can tell you're close. Let it happen.â he groaned. Joelâs hand tightened over his bulge with a groan. âDon't hold back now. Let it happen.â
He heard you gasp, followed by a loud, drawn out moan that sent a shiver down his spine. âOh god, Joel!â You cried out, your voice cracking. The sound of you coming, all on your own, clawed at Joelâs gut. He gripped himself tighter through his jeans, his breath coming in short gasps as he listened to you ride out the waves of your orgasm. âSweetheart, you're so goddamn sexy," Joel groaned, feeling his cock throb.Â
As your moans started to subside into soft, sated sighs, Joel found himself wishing he was there with you. He wished he could see your face flushed with bliss. He wanted to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you fall apart in his arms. Your breathing calmed down slowly before you gave a nervous giggle, sliding the fingers away from your pussy. âSurprise,â you said hoarsely, smiling into the receiver.Â
Joel chuckled, a sound that vibrated through his chest. âI'm coming over. You better be ready.â
summary: simon never let you go to a psyops concert beforeâŠbut youâll keep asking anyway.
a/n: my first time writing for anyone but the triplets on this account đ„č i hope you guys enjoy regardless and if you have any requests for kyle gallner characters please feel free to send them!!
dividers by @bernardsbendystraws
You sat cross-legged on your mattress, watching as he sat next to you and shuffled through a pile of ripped band flyers, muttering under his breath about some band he hates. The dim lamp beside the bed barely lit the room, casting shadows that flickered as he moved. He was getting ready for his show tonight, a Psyops gig at some run-down bar that reeked of cheap beer and bad decisions.
You and simon had been âtogetherâ for almost 3 months and you still hadnât seen him perform with his band yet. He told you he was John Q within the first couple days of you guys meeting while you were in his parents basement. You almost passed out there and then, psyops was your favorite band ever.
"Simon," you said sweetly, tilting your head.
"No," he said flatly, not even looking up.
You let out a huff âI didnât even ask anything yet!â
He let out a short, humorless laugh. "You don't gotta. You ask me every time. And every time it's the same fuckinâ answer."
You groaned, throwing yourself back until you hit the mattress. âCâmon Si! Just this once. Iâll stay in the back! I wonât start shit, I swear.â
Simon sighed through his nose, pausing for a second like he was considering it. But then he shook his head, tossing a flyer onto the floor. Shaking his head he replies "Not happening."
You sat up quickly, reaching out to grab his wrist before he got up. "Why not?" you pout.
âYou know why.â
"Oh please, because you're 'protecting' me?" you asked, making air quotes. "From what, Simon? A couple of wasted punk dudes? You really think I can't handle myself?"
He shot you a look, that signature, sharp, narrowed gaze that usually shut people up. But you weren't people. You were you. And you weren't letting this go.
"You ever been in a pit when a fight breaks out?" he asked, voice low.
You hesitated, but only for a second.
"No, but-"
"Exactly." He pulled his wrist from your grip and stood up, running a hand through his messy hair. "It's not just the crowd. It's the scene. I get it, you like the music, you wanna see me perform, but that place is full of assholes. I don't trust 'em around you."
You crossed your arms. âSo Iâll just stay close to you.â
He scoffed. "Oh yeah, great fuckinâ plan. That way, when shit goes down, you're right in the middle of it."
You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. "Simon," you said, softer this time, trying to make him feel bad. "I just wanna see you play. I wanna be there for you. Is that so bad?"
He went quiet, staring at the floor. His jaw tightened, his fingers twitching at his sides. You could see the war happening in his head. He wanted to keep you away, but he also knew you, and he knew you weren't gonna stop pushing until you got your way.
After what felt like forever he finally exhaled and muttered, âfuckinââŠ.fine.â
Your eyes widened. âFine?â
He pointed at you, stepping closer.
"But you stay in reach. I mean it. You're either at the side of the stage or next to me before and after. If I look away for one second and you're not there, we're done."
A grin spread across your face as you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let out a low chuckle, hands resting on your waist.
"I promise," you whispered.
"You better," he muttered against your hair.
You pulled back, smirking up at him.
"Now, what are we wearing? Matching eyeliner or what?"
He rolled his eyes trying to hide the smirk creeping on to his face. âYouâre a pain in my ass, you know that?â
âYou love it.â
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