"Doll Dizzy!!" Third Chapter: "Call My Line"
You're a late university student in 1960's New York (Earth 828 but you don't exactly know all those details...). You're a pretty average gal, except for the fact that you have a major crush on the smartest guy of your time, Mr. Fantastic!! What was a silly fantasy becomes a reality when you meet him and you catch his eye. A collection of just random drabbles and stories from your life as Mr. Fantastics' secret lover!! -3: After he gave you his number, you guys haven't talked in quite a while. You returned to classes and work, but he hasn't left your mind for NOTHING. So, why not give him a ring? You know, just to hear his voice!
Masterlist to story is ----> HEREEE!!
CW/Tags for the whole fic!!: NOT PROOFREAD, AU is tagged bc he is not married to Sue in this universe I hate cheating fics they r the bane of my existence (ꐦ¬_¬), I try to be as accurate to the 60's aesthetic as I can, smut, fluff, protected and unprotected sexxx, oral f and m receiving, awkward meet ups, Reed Richards is a NERD, age gap, light dumbification, phone sex, reader is described to have hair and wear dresses, any names that are mentioned that aren't canon r just randomized they hold no special meaning tbh ┐(´ー｀)┌, "But.. Heres the thing" type jokes, reader is described to have a "doe eyed" look, BOTH OF U R AWKWARD
AN: Herro! I AM CURED OF MY ILLNESS!!!!!!!!! So I'm finally getting to the #porn part! GAH DAMNIT I'll try to get this out very soon but I dunno I always say that but i'm never ever certain on it... Likes, comments, and reposts r always appreciated and thank u tons for tuning in! This part relies heavily on dialogue bc, phone sexxx, duh! Well it’s more like phone masturbation but like WHATEVER. Also this is such a short chapter PLZ FORGIVE ME!!!!
Well back to the scheduled programming.
Wake up, get dressed, head to classes, go to work, cram in homework, get home, sleep and repeat. It wasn’t like you hated routine. Just now it felt soooo mundane with everything that had happened. You found yourself clicking on the TV hoping that he’d show up on the News. Checking every morning paper just for a glimpse that he’d be there.
Recently you had checked in on his show and found that he wasn’t lying about the newest episode. Even if it was a bit simplified, you still found yourself a bit confused. But really, is that a surprise?
And now here you were. Just got back from a troubling shift at the Plaza Hotel. Feet aching from the heels you had to wear and fingers clicky. The moon shone through your sheer white curtains. You stay staring at your bedside table where the piece of paper lay. You just oogled at the 10 digits. Staring closely at each number. By now you had memorized it, repeating it in your head whenever you had the chance to.
You looked at the paper, and looked at your phone. Staring at the buttons and coiled wire.
You thought about giving him a call multiple times before. On some nights when you were restless, or when you had just woken up in the morning. But that’s be weird. And you were no weirdo.
Now the urge was just overwhelming. You needed to give him a call. Needed to see if this was some fake number to scare away creeps, or if it was an actual real number.
Even just saying that gave you the chills.
So you stood up from your bed. Feet burning with every step you took. You brought the phone back to your comforters, looking at the numbers. Just type it in. No big deal, right?
Your fingers shakily went to each number, repeating the memorized pattern in your head. You didn’t even need the paper at this point.
Once the numbers were punched in you picked up the phone and held it to your ear. You bit your nails in anticipation. Gosh suddenly your heart began to beat 20 fold!
Back at the Baxter Building the phone rang.
Ben was in the kitchen when he heard the sound. Who was calling at 10? An emergency in the city maybe? He picked up the phone, putting it up to his ear.
You heard someone pick up, but it didn’t sound like Reed? Didn’t sound like Johnny, and it definitely wasn’t Sue. So, Ben!!
“Hi hello yes uh- Is this the line forrr Reed Richard’s?”
Your voice suddenly got all timid, your heart wouldn’t stop beating.
“Why? Is this some kind of prank? How’d you get this number?”
The voice wasn’t mad by all means, just very, questioning. Interrogative is the word. You felt your mind scramble to piece together anything that would make it sound logical without giving away why you actually had the number.
You heard the man on the other end sigh and call out in the distance.
You jumped a bit if being honest. You sat there in the line, just hearing some breathing. Then the patter of feet and some hushed voices. ‘There’s a girl on the phone asking for you’ and a whispered ‘Pardon?’
You couldn’t hide your excitement. So glad this wasn’t a fake number.
“God I must have given you the home line Ah uhhh Write this down and give me a call in 3 minutes, okay?”
You quickly grabbed a pen and the palm of your hand. You listened to another 10 digits and then the line cut. Oh so he hung up on you.
You looked at the clock, counting down those exact 3 minutes. And once it hit 10:41 you punched those other 10 digits in. Now you’d have to memorize a whole new one…
He could practically hear your smile through the phone. He relaxed in his chair. He was in his lab now.
“I apologize, I must have given you the home line.. That wasn’t my intention”
You shook your head, even if he couldn’t see you..
“No no it's alright, I probably would have done the same thing”
You laughed and he gave a slight one back.
“So. Why did you call? Are you alright?”
Shoot. This was the question you were dreading. You didn’t have a reason as to why you needed to call him. What if you were being an obnoxious little fangirl? YOU’D JUST DIE IF HE SAW YOU KIKE THAT!!!
“Um. Well.. There wasn’t a, particular reason why..”
You wrapped your finger in the phone wire, toying with it. You heard the line go quiet. Was he annoyed?
“You called, just to call?”
He asked, genuinely trying to understand.
“Mhm, jus’ wanted to hear you.”
You shriveled into a prune when you heard yourself say that. Shoulder tensing up. It was a risk to say such a thing. But, he didn’t immediately hang up. You wanted to know what was happening.
What was happening is that he was freaking out. He was just holding the phone, dumbfounded. You didn’t call for a favor, or for help, just called to hear him? What a weird thing. He hadn’t anticipated this, he had always been called up for a reason, whether for an interview, an event, or to protect the city. It was always asking something of him. Never 'just to hear your voice'.
“You’re not, busy are you?”
He could hear the way your voice faltered.
“Not technically at the moment. I was just in the middle of my work but it’s not something that must be done.”
He looked at the half finished equation on the board, tapping the white chalk on his counter.
“You can work don’t lemme stop you! You can just, you know, talk.”
You started to feel a bit bad. What if he was downplaying his work for you? But in reality he didn’t care much for this equation. Sure it was of slight importance, but he had gone over it many times in his head. This time he was just materializing it. You heard the sounds of him standing up from behind the phone. He felt a bit awkward though, you just wanted him to, talk? Not even to you just random blabbering?
"It won't be anything worth noting, it won’t bore you, will it?."
He sounded so cautious. It made you giggle a bit. Not as much as he could hear, but a little something for yourself.
It would be like your own little private “Fantastic Science With Mr. Fantastic” if you thought about it differently! You held your place in bed, listening to the faint sounds of chalk and breathing. He wasn’t talking yet, perhaps holding himself back is what it was.
“I’m told I ramble when given the chance to speak, they say I could go on and on without stopping. Which- isn’t exactly incorrect.”
You could now hear the chalk scrape against the board, moving in swift patterns that you couldn’t exactly make out.
Your voice crackled through the mic, voice with a slight husk that reminded him how late it was. He noticed it, not like how an average person would though, he noticed it because it attracted him. He gripped the chalk and took a deep breath before brushing this feeling off.
“What are you doing right now?”
The question out before he could think.
His breath hitched. Like genuinely hitched. You could hear it too. His hand stopped with the chalk, screeching against the board in a sudden movement. It was such a simple phrase, but to him, it was scandalous. Or maybe just his own imagination because his mind started to fill with these dastardly thoughts.
He hated the way he remembered how you looked and began to think about what you looked like lying in bed. What you wore to bed, how you laid down against the mattress, what you DID in bed. He felt so pathetic, and he could feel himself start to get a bit hot. He tried to stay calm, not let his voice stumble.
His voice cracked and you knew it. So, how fun would it be to mess with him. You didn’t know the severity.
“Yes well, it’s rather hot though. So I don’t have much on..”
You were lying out of your mouth. It was actually super cold. Helloooo??? Middle of Fall??? You heard it again. That familiar hitch and ear piercing sound of chalk. This time though he dropped it. You heard the clunk.
He went to pick up the chalk, shakily going back. But by now his numbers were all wobbly and his mind was focused on the wrong things. Combined with equations in his brain was the mental image of you in very little clothes. It was mixing together. You lying there with equations scattered behind you. Suddenly he became hyper aware of everything.
Of the sound of chalk, his breathing, his pulse, and the tent forming in his slacks. His teeth gritted as he realized. God damn it all. He could barely write anymore, he just tapped the chalk against the board.
“R-Really? Are you doing anything to combat the heat?”
He tried to stay professional, which honestly he was doing a good job. Smart man indeed.
“Well, I’m wearing a nightgown, you'd be surprised how airy it is.. We’re getting a repairman to help us next weekend”
You bit your nail on the opposite end of the line, thighs clenching together. As much as he tried to keep his professionalism, he really was still a human. It was fun to tease, granted you couldn't do it properly because of your lack of knowledge... But you picked up from the TV and those "frivolous" movies. As your mother would say.
Your description wasn't helping his case. He gave up on the chalk now, placing it down on the ledge and leaning his head against the blackboard, catching his breath with his hand gripping his heart like he was doing the pledge of allegiance. His breathing was labored and he could feel his pants getting ever so tighter. While you felt your lower body growing hotter and hotter. You let one hand go of the phone, letting it travel down to your collarbone and way down to your chest, fingers gliding over the hardened nipple beneath the fabric. Lip now tucked under your teeth. You tried not to make a sound, but that was turning out to be harder than anticipated.
And the sad truth is though, he had discipline, while you did not. You found yourself tugging down the waistband of your pants just down to your knees. A hand creeping around your inner thigh, just barely creeping to the stitching of your panties. Your breath stopped, you almost lost it. He heard your breathing and wondered if you were doing the same thing? Were you as depraved as him? Well- depraved was a bit much. More like, horny.
He didn't want to jump to conclusions though. How crude would it be if he were to start masturbating and you just weren't. It's perverse.
"Sorry if you hear any noise Mr. Richards, my bed is rather cluttered and all noisy.."
You gasped when you pulled your panties down to your knees where you pants resided. You looked at the wet circle smack dab in the middle, you hadn't even really done anything. Just light touches and teasing words.
He shook it off. Finding a counter to lean his body on whilst looking down at his raging hard on. Oh how disgusting he felt. Hard for a lady he shouldn't be hard for. Hard from his imagination. He didn't want to risk you hearing the zipper of his slacks, so he placed his cupped hand around the mass, rubbing up and down. He let out a shaky exhale, which you so obviously heard. Your cheeks flushed.
"Is the equation really hard?"
He knew something hard alright. Trying to stay as normal as possible so he didn't know your fingers were slowly going down to your pussy. That shaky exhale doing dangerous things to you.
"Equation? Oh- Oh well yes, in your sense, possibly, not so much for I. Just I find myself ah, distracted."
"Me too.." spoken under a hushed breath.
If only you both knew what really was going on behind the phone. If you both knew you two were the same type of desperate and needy, it would be catastrophic. You felt your fingers apply pressure to your clit, breath hitching like his once did, but it didn't cross his mind in any weird way. Instead he found himself using it to his advantage, listening in to your subtle and quiet changes in breath. You tried to steady yourself but it was hard when you felt how wet you were, clit already sensitive to the slightest brush. You nibbled on your bottom lip, picking at the dead skin.
On the other side of the line his mouth was wide open, nothing escaped though, just quick breaths. It was weird to touch himself like this. Such a well respected man, palming himself over his pants just cause he can’t control his urges.
It felt warm and heavy in his hands, making him shudder.
“Are you alright? You’ve gone awfully quiet?”
He tried to take the focus off his own silence, aiming to you. It caught you off guard, but you didn’t stop touching yourself. Your fingers moved back and forth, thighs twitching.
“Yes yes just, it's late.. And I don't wanna bother my friend..”
He found himself getting intrigued, keeping up his palming he asked "A friend?"
"Mhm.. I live with her, we share rent.."
You heard yourself give him stupid details, but it wasn't on purpose, you just tried to distract yourself from moaning. He heard your voice, it was higher. Still raspy, but just up an octave. The feeling of layers constricting his touch was killing him, but he fought the urge, he couldn't risk you hearing the zipper. He'd have to make due, his cheeks getting hot. You pulled your finger up, looking at the shine between the middle and pointer. This was revolting, but even in shame you led your fingers back down, circling them around your hole before slipping one in.
"So you don't live on campus? Are you closer to inner city or oute-"
A sharp whimper escaped your lips, louder than you wanted. Your heart stopped and you got a cold shiver. The line went dead silent. He just stopped talking altogether. Behind the mic, he almost dropped the phone. That was probably just a fluke, a weird noise your bed made, but it was unmistakeable, and he knew it. He contemplated pointing it out, but he knew that would embarrass you. So he just undid his zipper. No point anyway.
And you didn't even hear it.
"Sorry, thought I heard something. So, your in the inner city or the outer?"
Your finger had fully slipped in now. This wasn't just rubbing anymore, which you could easily hide. You could just continue to rub but that wasn't going to satisfy your urge.
"Close- Closer to the inner city.."
That stutter was the most embarrassing thing ever holy hell you could just die.
Like he'd ever fuckin' believe that.
"I see, I've heard in the tabloids that stretching before bed has certain health properties-"
His rambling habit was noticeable now. His tone, it was breathy, like he was doing some cardio. Then it clicked, he might be doing the exact same thing you were. Far fetched yes and albeit, a bit rude to assume. But he wasn't as composed as before, now he was just rambling about nonsense. It went from the tabloids to the city underside, to money troubles, and then space? You didn't mind his nonsensical rambles though, infact, you actually liked it. It was cute, it was his voice after all, but you could hear whimpers from the other end of the line. If you called him out, he'd probably hang up out of shame, or deny, and you didn't want either of those. So you continued working your body. Finger squirming inside your walls.
You both were playing the long game. He kept jerking his cock off, gripping the base and running a thumb along his tip. He watched it leak and fall onto the floor. Usually when something fell on the floor, he was immediate to pick it up. Right now, covering it with his shoe was suffice, out of sight out of mind.
He looked down as it ached and twitched in his palm, it hurt practically. He doesn't usually jerk off anyway.. He felt as if he was about to come just after a few strokes, but he so desperately wanted to make it last.
You were both two sides of the same coin, too scared to admit anything. You clenched around your fingers when his words got even more nonsensical. Now it truly was jumbled nonsense, something about the x value and an object in motion? Didn't matter anyway, all that mattered was that you could hear him moaning, he wasn't good at hiding it. It didn't even occur to you that he might be jerking off, all that you thought was 'oh he's making noises that sound good!'. Filthy, disgusting and yes extremely perversed. It is what it is.
You continued to piston your fingers in and out of your sopping wet sex, you pressed your phone to your shoulder and ear. One hand toying with your boobs while the other was down there. So greedy. Of course, this was at the expense of him being able to hear you way more clearly. And hear you clearly he did.
By now he knew it wasn't your bed, far from it. He wasn't innocent. Gripping his cock tighter and imagining what you were doing right now, how you fingered yourself. This was weird, in retrospect, but... Eh, people moved fast in the 60's.
You didn't bother to defend yourself anymore, you just continued to play wit your body, palm rubbing against your clit with every thrust in. The pressure built inside and it felt like it was hurting. By now he didn't even talk, he just moaned. It sounded, like sex. You only wished though, this wasn't a novel, it was a fantasy you had. A fantasy that you could touch yourself too.
You both were stubborn like that...
He kept thrusting into his fist, jaw gone slack and his noises were obscene.. Who would think that thee Mr. Fantastic could moan like some kind of adult star. You just wished there was some way you could record this, but alas. His sounds made you worse, legs jerking with every movement of your fingers, so much so your blankets were thrown off the bed and onto your cold floor. Reed was tempted to blurt out your name, just to get that satisfaction out of the way, but he knew it was too far and too risky. He repeated your name in his head and thought back to when he held you on that rooftop. Remembering the way your chest pushed up against his body. How he had to hug you so close.
That kept him going. That moment ran through his mind at every chance he got.
His wrist twisted around the base and then moved up to his tip. Tightening around the base. Your breathing began to match his, faces hot and muscles achey. You felt yourself get closer.
“Reed.. Keep talking won’t you?..”
Reed stopped. He didn’t know if he would be able to. But the way you asked. So politely, atleast in his ears, made him want to atleast give you a semblance of his words.
“Well, as of recent news I’ve run some tests on my abilities and- oh fuck- I’ve found that there is no definitive amount, yet when I am forced to- It hurts after only 20 ft.”
His speech was a mess, it took him a good 30 seconds to get that sentence out. What a dumb sentence, that drove you too your limit anyway.
You felt your whole body convulse, teeth clamping together with your thighs shaking. A hot flush ran through your body. It was harsh, rough, you felt the aftershocks immediately. This was the hardest orgasm you’ve had in a long while. And all because of what? Because of a nerd who you had a fantasy with.
That post nut clarity (even tho that term didn’t rlly exist at the time) hit hard. Reed still kept talking though. Speech getting faster before it was cut off by a deep moan. On the other end of the line Reed watched at his wrist stopped pumping and he came. Like. All over the floor.
It was a lot. If you thought you came hard it wasn’t even close to what Reed experienced. He dropped the phone on his table, legs shaking and bottom lip tucked under his teeth. It was killing him, it pulsed through him, it ruined him. His hair was a mess, a small curl falling over his forehead.
He lost his breath for a minute. Gaining it back when he realized what he had done. It hit both of you hard. He looked at his cum that was sputtered all over the floor and his hand, cursing under his breath. He picked the phone back up with his clean hand.
“Apologies.. I lost my grip..”
“It’s alright, don’t be all sorry!”
But no one was going to admit it so.. Guess it didn’t happen.
You both sat on the line for a long while in silence, just listening to one another’s heavy breathing. Not exactly wanting the call to end but having nothing to talk about because of how guilty you felt.
He responded fast, ready for any kind of question. His heart began to pump rapidly again.
“I hafta go now, I forgot I have an early shift at the hotel.. Sorry if I took up your time”
He shook his head, not that you could see it but whatever.
“Ah. I see. Well, goodnight to you, have a nice shift”
You heard the phone slowly move.
“Would you mind if.. Only if you’re not busy, and don’t just say you aren’t! If I- I dunno, called you more often??”
His response took a while. You twirled your hair in your finger with anticipation.
“I’ll be right at the phone when you need me”
He smiled when he said that before hanging up. Quickly grabbing disinfectant. The disgust creeping up on him fast.
You lay there in bed. Staring up at your ceiling.
You so totally were a pervert.
And to be honest, you didn’t hate that fact, and neither did he.
Maybe you’d call him in a few. You know, just to hear his voice again?
E/N: Dude it took me so long to write this bc I was stalling so bad... ALSO ITS BC I WENT ON A TRIP WITH MY FAMM, I tried to write as much as I could on the ride there but I'm real sorry for the inconvenience ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა.. I hope you enjoy this installment though and expect more smut in future works (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧!! Btw I got fukin sick AGAIN WHILE WRITING THIS. Very very sorry 💔 also sorry if this chapter sucked I kinda don’t know how to write phone sex…
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