homebody - l.b.
loosely inspired by homebody by kalin white (a/n: i've been wanting to use this song for a longgg time)
synopsis: requested by @bemybinarystar! two people meet by chance on an app that thrives on anonymity and begin an x-rated relationship with one another filled with late night video calls.
warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI!! depictions of sex work, mutual masturbation.
word count: 3.2k
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Melo grabbed his laptop and climbed on top of his bed, checking one last time that there were no tell-tale signs in view that would make him identifiable. This had become a part of his routine and what was once him being cautious was now a natural habit. He originally didn’t care, it never even crossed his mind, but she had told him he needed to, she didn’t want to know who he was. That was weird for him to hear too, it reminded him of how different this relationship was. If you could call it a relationship.
When he had first discovered her, he was doom scrolling on the type of site that was created for late-night rendezvous. He’d convinced himself he was just curious, he’d laugh about it later and go back to the more traditional way of fulfilling his needs. But then he saw her smile and he had to stop scrolling. Her description was limited, her height, tag name, and that she was drawn to the anonymity of the site; tell me something good and maybe we can figure something out.
The only reason Melo had even caught her attention was because his profile looked like a cheap bot: 2 tall, 2 long, fire’n’ice, was all his profile said. His request sat in her inbox for two days until he sent her another message, ‘you ever think about castles? they got pretty ones by the lakes in lithuania.’ It was a bizarre opening, but it got him out of her requests and into her inbox.
They messaged back and forth for a full week before anything remotely sexual was discussed. Melo liked that she wasn’t jumping at his every response and that it looked like she had a life too. During that week, they hadn’t shared much about themselves, but he felt like she was investigating him, despite the very few questions she asked. The first time he received the app notification that she’d sent him a picture, his palms started getting sweaty.
He locked himself in his room, something that would become routine, laid back on his bed and opened her message thread. It was a tasteful shot of her full thighs and ass peaky out of a red silk slip. Her deep amber skin against the scarlet made him gulp. It was so little, nothing he hadn’t seen before, but it pulled his interest and ignited his curiosity. She had waited for him to see the message before she sent the follow up, ‘your turn…”
Melo had spent the next 10 minutes cleaning his floor and checking that nothing could be seen in the background from his messy room. He spat in his palm and stroked his hard-on till it was raging and grown. He held the base of his shaft with one hand and took a photo with the other before sending it through.
That was two months ago and though neither of them had asked many personal questions, there was this unspoken bond between them. She didn’t need him to say when he’d had a rough day, and he knew how she needed to be talked to. He found himself thinking of her at the worst of times and turning to her when he needed a boost. In return, he’d transfer undisclosed amounts of money to her account. Again, this was something they hadn’t really talked about, it was an unspoken agreement.
Of course, she never expected him to be so generous.
At first, she assumed that it was an attempt to impress her and keep her interested in him. She had told him after maybe a week of exchanging racy pictures that she offered more, but for it to be fair to the other people she entertained, he had to pay a small fee that he felt reflected their time together. The beauty of the site that she considered her secret life was that she got to choose her clients and could easily report and block people if they ever became aggressive or obsessive. She’d always managed to attract men who exhibit something she’s attracted to, but she knew “fire’n’ice” was closer to her age and clearly in a high position, and that image was addictive to her.
When he had first sent her a large sum out of the blue, she’d been 3 hours deep in official documents. She imagined him in a similar position, probably in slacks and a white button up, trapped in his office thinking about taking her at his desk. She’d quickly excused herself, citing lady problems, and clicked off to the employee bathroom.
Melo, who was standing in his kitchen heating up one of the several protein-based meals he had made weekly, received a message with 3 attachments. She was spreading herself open for him, and had framed her tits in such a way, he just wanted to latch on. He’d groaned loudly and abandoned his meal in favour of his room. His cock was tight against his pants and the second he freed it, he felt the ache take over his body.
He squeezed his eyes shut and pictured her, imagining how she posed. He thrust into his fist and straggled words flew out of his mouth. In the haze of the moment, he grabbed his phone and opened the camera.
“Look at my fuckin’ cock, babygirl, look how hard it is for you.” He spat as he finished his sentence, needing more moisture so he could fuck his hand better. “I bet you’d love to choke on my big fuckin’ dick, aye baby? I’d fuck your face and finish all over your tits.”
He paid no mind to what he was saying, he was just talking shit as he thrusted harder and faster into his hand. His cum spurted all over his desk, some of it landing on his phone screen. He swore and stopped the recording before bending over, his chest heaving. He’d never thought to do something like that before. She hadn’t even made a video for him, she’d only ever sent pictures. What had she done to him?
The video worked in Lamelo’s favour in more ways than he could have possibly known. She already had a growing soft spot for mr. fire’n’ice but that video sent him to the top of her list. He was the first client she reached out to during the days and his sessions were always top priority for her. It didn’t have much to do with the money, she was just drawn to him in every way a person can be to someone they’ve never met or even seen properly. He even had her questioning if she should take a step back from her other clients and just entertain him.
It was bad. Unprofessional even. But she couldn’t stop herself.
LaMelo was still checking his background when her call came in, popping up on his screen with her explicit profile icon highlighted with a red ring. He pressed the green button and did one final adjustment to his laptop so all she could see was below his neck. He always wore a black wife-beater so that his chest tattoo was mostly covered but so she could still get a good view of his toned torso and the ever growing bulge in his shorts.
“Hi pretty boy,” her ruby red lips pulled into a grin on his screen. She looked like she was laying on her stomach, her tits pushed together under a slip of vibrant material.
“‘Sup baby,” Melo swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, “you lookin’ edible.”
She giggled as she ran her hand down her neck before reaching somewhere off camera. She was sitting up, he realised, before she brought something of a prop on screen.
“I was gonna say I found these today and thought of you,” she giggled again, “I know you’re much bigger, but you can’t tell me that’s not a close match.” Melo smirked as he watched her twirl two rainbow lolly-cocks in the camera.
“They not that girthy, you could still fit them in your mouth easy,” Melo felt his dick twitch as she rested her pouty lips on the tip of the lolly.
“Are you saying your dick won’t fit in my mouth?” she bit on her bottom lip and dragged her hand down her chest as she spoke.
“I’m sayin’ it won’t be easy.” Melo’s hand moved to the bulge in his pants and he gently palmed it.
“I like a challenge,” she smiled, “I’ll make sure it fits baby, you know I’m a good girl for you.”
“Show me.”
His voice was raspy, and his dick was hard. She’d caught him at the perfect time and he knew she could tell just how desperate he was for her. He didn’t care that she knew anymore. Truthfully, he thought it showed how well they knew each other and how much he trusted her.
“Of course baby,” she grinned before adjusting her laptop camera slightly.
Melo watched closely as she spat on the tip of the lolly cock and used her tongue to glide it down. Kitten licks and teasing kisses quickly turned into her pouty lips wrapped around the head. The wet sounds her mouth made against the hard lolly did nothing but strengthen the pulse in Melo’s cock. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before readjusting himself, watching as she pushed the lolly further into her mouth.
“You’re such a good girl, baby,” Melo pushed out with his head leaning back. He watched her through his eyelashes, picturing her wrapped around him. His chest rose and fell at a steady pace and his skin flushed pink. He was getting caught up in the thick of things, he barely processed her transitioning from the lolly cock to one of her dildos.
It was one they had purchased together. It was a late night call, much like they were currently on, and she had wanted to find something a bit different for the two of them. Her screen was shared with him as they scrolled through an adult website. Every now and then Melo would point out one, whether he was being serious or joking was always up for interpretation.
“I want something that’s like you,” she said sheepishly when Melo had asked why he was involved, “it’s like torture seeing such a pretty and big dick and not be able to ride it.”
They’d found a dildo similar to his size and when it came in the mail a week later, Melo received a video of her putting it in her mouth, popping it out and pushing it between her tits. She said she wouldn’t to anything else without him, but he was out of town and sharing a room so it would be a minute until he was going to be able to be alone with her. It ended up being one of their better calls. Melo could barely keep his eyes open by the end of it, he felt so fucked out and exhausted, you’d think she had actually been there to suck the soul out of him. He’d jokingly texted her the next morning saying he had a sore wrist. It wasn’t a complete joke though, many coaches commented on his shooting being off that day at practice.
“Oh baby,” she moaned through the camera as she pulled the rubber cock out of her mouth, “touch yourself baby, show me how you stroke it.”
Melo was rock hard. He hissed as he ran his hand up his thick shaft and circled his thumb over his throbbing head, spreading his leaked pre-cum so she could see it. She spat on her dildo as he squirted lube on himself.
“Follow my pace baby,” she instructed, “you know how much I love to push you.”
“I’ll do whatever you say baby,” Melo swallowed and began to stroke his dick as she jacked the dildo. She switched between going fast and slow, bringing different sounds out of Melo as she encouraged him. She moaned at every twitch of his dick and felt herself growing hotter and hotter with each stroke.
“Fuck,” she spat out as Melo had to let go of his cock, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, “you wanna cum don’t you baby?”
“I don’t wanna,” Melo groaned as he smacked his cock, “you just drive me crazy Ma.” His eyes refocused on his screen to find she’d changed positions.
She was sitting now, her thighs spread so her pussy was on full display. Melo cussed at the sight of it. Even through the camera he could tell she was just as heated as he was. She was visibly swollen and practically dripping. She giggled as she slipped her fingers through her folds, a visible tremble running through her at the same time.
“Look how ready I am for you,” she moaned as she fingered her clit, “you’d stretch me out so good with that big cock.”
“I’d give you the fuck of your life,” Melo gripped his cock again, “have yo ass screamin’.”
She picked up the dildo from her side and rubbed the tip against her entrance, “tell me baby,” she hummed, “tell me how you’d do me.”
“I’d fuck you in so many ways,” he started to jerk his cock again. “God, I’d fuck you into your mattress baby, giving you the deepest strokes of your life. You’ve never had a dick like this.”
“No I haven’t,” she whined, pushing the dildo inside her, “you’d have to go slow with me, I wanna make sure I feel every inch of you.” she let out a gasp of a pet name, her free hand gripping on to her tit.
“God just the sight of your cock makes me feel crazy,” her hips were moving against her hand, pushing the rubber cock in and out, trying desperately to match Melo’s pace. If he could function enough to think of anything at that moment, he’d appreciate her commitment to making it feel like they were together, fucking. But his brain wasn’t working anymore. Everything that came to mind was nothing shy of filth.
“It’s all yours baby, and you’d look so fucking good bouncing on top of it.”
She moaned at his words, her tits bouncing as she fucked herself harder.
“This big fucking dick is all yours, whenever you want it, I don’t care where, it’s yours.”
His room filled with a mix of her moans, his heavy breathing and the sound of his hand beating his cock, slapping with how fast he was jerking.
“Oh and this pussy is all yours daddy,” she moaned loudly, “I’m all yours baby. You can put that pretty dick whereever you want and use me for whatever you need. I just need you all over me daddy, your big hands wrapped in my hair, around my throat.”
“I’ll slut you out baby,” Melo groaned as he chased her words, “I’ll make you cum so much the whole world gon’ hear.”
“I’m gonna cum,” she all but screamed, “keep talking, tell me baby, I want to hear you.”
“I’ll fuck you from behind in the mirror, baby. Smack yo’ ass and pull your hair and make you look me in the eye while you cum all over my big dick.” Melo repressed a loud moan and swallowed hard. “We gon’ fuck all night, baby, the second you cum, I’m sticking it right back in there. I’ll make it so you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
Melo watched her body react to his words and struggled to process the sight. Her chest was heaving, fucking the dildo in and out of her hole with her hand tight on her clit. She swore over and over again until her words were nothing but moans and Melo saw everything reach it’s peak. She pulled the dildo out of her and did everything she could to stop her thighs from clamping shut.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped with her head thrown back and her hands jammed between her thighs. She collasped against whatever was behind her and Melo watched her spread herself open and squirt. “Oh baby, I’m cumming so fucking hard.”
Melo just about double over, letting out the loudest moans and groans he’d ever made as his load spurted out of his tip. He massaged his balls and watched his seed cover his lower stomach and parts of his laptop.
“Fuck,” he sighed as he leaned back and let his dick stand to its own want.
For a minute, the two of them didn’t move, just panting heavily staring at one another. Occasionally, he’d stroke his shaft and rub his balls at the same time to see if he had anything left. She was the first one to move, laying back down to the position she’d been in when the call started.
“Every time I think we’ve reached our peak, you go and do the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she giggled as she put one of her fingers to her lips.
“Tell me how that pussy tastes babe,” he said, his voice audibly strained. She smirked and put her fingers in her mouth, sucking them off.
“It tastes sweet and creamy,” she let her wet fingers drag down her naked torso to her nipples.
“You’re a fuckin’ problem,” Melo grinned and shook his head, reaching for the rag he washed for this call.
“I’m a problem?” she giggled, pointing to herself, “you’re the one who’s got me thinking of throwing all the policies out the window.”
“Policies?” Melo asked, suddenly brought out of his post-nut daze. “What are you tryna say?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted with a shrug, “but don’t you feel it too? Don’t you want to see my face? Know my name?”
“I want all of the above, baby,” Melo pulled his laptop closer to him. “Are you saying there’s more we could do?”
“I’m just thinking out loud here,” she hesitated, “you’re the first person I feel like I’d be safe sharing my secrets with.” What was she saying?
It was a big confession, she wants to elevate things. Melo couldn’t decide if it was his money or him but he really didn’t care. He wanted to have her name and he wanted her to know his name. But it’s unique, and she’d know exactly who he was if he said it.
Fuck it.
“LaMelo,” he rushed to say, spitting it out before he could think twice. “I’m LaMelo.”
She smiled wide and he watched as she reached out to her laptop screen and pushed it back slightly.
“I’m Y/N,” she giggled.
LaMelo repeated her name, letting it pass through his lips to see how it’d feel saying it.
“So Y/N,” Melo smiled as he pushed his laptop screen a bit too, showing more of him, “if I offered to fly you out, would you say no?”
“Oh baby,” she smirked, “I’d be there in a heartbeat. I want all that dick in real life.”
“Aight, bet,” Melo picked up his phone from beside him, “you give me a date and I’ll work out all the rest.”