Find Me Next Time, Kay?
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CW: NSFW(Phone sex), slight angst, Fem!Reader, Intoxicated Caller, Canon Divergence.
Getting a call in the middle of the night at 2am is always unexpected, especially when that call is from your boyfriend, Scaramouche. He never calls, or texts you first, so when you received that call your heart almost leaped out of your chest. Was he in trouble? Does he need help? Or maybe does he simply just miss you that bad?
It has been 5 days since you last talked to him. And your petty ass had decided that this time you wouldn’t text or call him either, just to see how long it would take to make him realize.
You pick up the call instantly, bringing your phone to your ear. “Yes?”
“Why haven’t you called me.” He was straight to the point. It almost made you burst out laughing, you really thought it would take him longer.
“No ‘hello how are you?’ Or ‘baby I miss you’? Nothing? Ok.” you ask, sounding dramatic as hell like if him not asking you those questions where the end of all time and space.
You could hear him scoff at the other end of the line. Which made you smile, glad you made him react at least.
“I miss you..” it caught you off guard, his voice was drowsy and hesitant, like it took him effort to say it without sounding needy. Even so, he kept repeating it. “I miss you baby.. I miss you so much..” Your cheeks stain pink upon hearing his confessions, his words uncharacteristic but they tasted so sweet hearing them coming from his mouth.
His voice sounded almost a little breathless as the other side of the line, but you ignored it. “You what? I didn’t hear you.” You tease, you just wanted to keep hearing him admit that he misses you.
“I miss you baby.. please.. keep.. *hic* talking.” The hiccup was all you thought about.
“Are you drunk?” You ask first.
“Thats doesn’t matter..” I could hear him hiccup again after he said that.
“You’re drunk. Where are you?”
He stays quiet, a little too quiet.. only hearing soft muffled sounds coming from the call. Which made you finally realize what was happening.
“You.. better be in your house..” you say softly.
“I am..” his voice still restrained, holding back his moans, even while drunk he still kept that habit you dislike.
You lay down on your side, putting him on speaker now. “Good.. because I wouldn’t want anybody but me to be able to hear what you’re doing right now.”
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He bit his lip, his face completely red from the drinks and the heat building up in his body because of how horny he was. He wanted to hear more of her voice, more of her.
“You’re the only one listening to me.. I promise.” He pauses for a moment. “Why haven’t.. you called? I missed you..” he sniffles.
The only reason he was drinking was because of her. He hadn’t received a call or a text in what felt to him like months, and by the 4th day the only thing he was thinking about was if she was tired of him, maybe he was being too distant, too quiet, was he not enough? Was it him?
His mind was only thinking about you the whole time. Worried maybe something happened to you, knowing well that you were fine. He had caught you walking the streets of Sumeru completely healthy just yesterday, which just made him more anxious on why you weren’t calling.
“I missed you too.” She whispered
Her voice sending familiar shivers down his spine.
“You don’t call me. Or text me first.. so I just thought you didn’t care about me enough to do so..” she mumbles. It almost shatters his heart that this was what you’d been thinking about.
“That's not true. I care about you a lot.. maybe too much.. I never stop thinking about you..”
He glances down at himself, still hard in his hands, wanting to satisfy his desires, but wanting to comfort you.
“I promise.. I don’t do it on purpose.. I love you too much to do that..” his voice trembles a little, a few tears running down his cheek. The alcohol definitely getting to him. He tries to ignore the aching feeling coming from his dick. “Please forgive me..” he begged quietly.
Setting his phone down on his shoulder to press it up to against his ear while his hands both wrap around his cock. Not moving, but daring to. The other line was quiet, she was quiet, but only for a moment.
“Keep touching yourself..” she mumbled
“What..?” He blushed heavily, he sniffles a little again. Wondering if it was the alcohol tricking him.
“If you want me to forgive you, do what I say.” Her voice low and seductive. It was sexy, something scara didn’t expect from her.
“I’ll do it.. whatever you want..” His hands begin to move slowly, his cock a little sensitive to the denial of touch earlier. “Fuck..”
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“Good. Keep making noise, I want it to be loud enough for me to hear..” you mumble.
“Your so lewd Y/N..” his hands stoking faster, obsessed over this dominant side of you.
“It’s your fault. You made me this way.” You look down at yourself, your hands traveling slowly down your chest, down your hips and right over the warm of your shorts, rubbing slowly before slipping your fingers under the hem of them. “You.. made me this way..” your voice trembles again.
“Y/N.. keep talking.. Tell me how much you missed me too. I want to know how much that slutty pussy missed me.” his voice hitches, feeling heat rise in his abdomen, his moans soft but unrestrained.
“Scara.. I missed you so much. I wish you were here with me; I want to make you feel good..” your fingers working on your needy clit which pulsated every single time he spoke. Running your fingers down and up your slick folds to lubricate your sensitive bud. The sharp pleasure from your clit making your thighs tremble.
“I want your cock inside me..” you whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
His palm was pressing on the head of his cock, his other hand stroking himself faster. His voice filled with trembling whines and whimpers.
“Fuck.. you drive me fucking crazy.. hah..” he moans softly. Imagining how you would look like bouncing on his cock, whispering into his ears while your nails dug into his back.
You felt your orgasm near, and Scaramouche felt his too.
"Cum with me.." his voice strained as he whispers into the phone. "please? hmh.. Be a good girl and cum with me.." his hips buck into his hands- chasing the high. His moans becoming more loose, his whimpers higher pitch as he feels the heat start to rise and sweat drip down his neck.
"I'm gonna cum too.. fuck you make me feel so good..." you mumble, having visualized him fucking you stupid- you whispered it without thinking.
His eyes widen slightly at your words, his cheeks turning a little redder than they already were, "Fuck- Y/N.." He gasps, his back arching forward and he orgasms hard. Ropes of cum falling onto his own exposed stomach.
You following right behind him as you feel yourself coming undone, your voice hitching as you moan. "fuck-" you sobbed. The blankets beneath you now completely soaked.
You both sit there worn out, hearing each others breathing through the static of the call. Feeling yourselfs come down from the high.
"Next time.." you mumble, "Just come find me.."
He didn't answer, just the sound of his soft breathing coming from your phone. He had fallen asleep. It was about time those drinks kicked in.. Your cheeks flushed because of that intense experience.
After all, this was your first ever booty call with him.