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STRANGER DANGER ― p. jongseong

↳ PAIRING: park jongseong x fembodied!reader

↳ SYNOPSIS: maybe letting the stranger by the name J.J park airdrop you wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

↳ GENRE: strangers to lovers (kind of)

↳ WORD COUNT: 9,1k

↳ WARNINGS: SMUT ! MDNI . | phone sex, nudes, masturbation, praise (jay guiding reader through her orgasm, calls her ‘good girl’ etc.), let me know if there’s anything else i should add !

↳ A/N: well .. i was supposed to post this before i went on my trip but i never finished so ig this is my apology for being inactive </3 ever since i wrote that phone sex drabble i haven’t been able to stop thinking about phone sex with jay in particular so i decided i’d write this :’) all feedback is appreciated !! <3

IMPORTANT, please read. it has been brought to my attention that people seem to think i’ve plagiarised @hee-pster ‘s work. i have in no way, shape or form copied her work and it was never my intention to make it seem like i did. i had never read jan’s fic before jan herself sent it to me & once again, it was never my intention to make it seem like i copied her. please go check out jan’s fic air dropping: love, at 305 !!!! she’s an incredible writer & once again, i am so sorry for making u uncomfortable jan </3

MAYBE IT WAS FATE THAT J.J PARK AIRDROPPED YOU THAT RAINY WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON.

You used to be a firm believer that fate simply did not exist. You refused to believe that this, nibbling on your bottom lip as you tried to understand what the letters on the screen of your laptop read, was your fate. You refused to believe that you were supposed to be a broke university student, struggling to find the money to pay rent for your very much second-rate apartment at the end of every month, even though you found yourself running between two part-time jobs. You would get a third one, if there were more than 24 hours to one day.

No, there was no way that fate was actually real when you were living like this. If fate was real, you wouldn’t be staring out the library window in despair, watching as the rain hit the ground outside, droplets of water making their way down the glass as your fingers lingered above the keyboard of your laptop.

But you were, which led to your final conclusion: fate was nothing but a bunch of bullshit.

Or at least it was, until the stranger by the name J.J Park proved your theory about fate being nothing but a fraud wrong.

Mindlessly scrolling up and down the document your professor had sent to you, your eyes found their way toward the big window beside you. You had stopped paying attention to the words written on the screen a long time ago, the rain hitting the window being far more interesting than the document filled with complicated words and complex terms that you would never understand. Not that you tried to understand them in the first place.

This was never the life you dreamed of. You never dreamed of being a both stressed and broke university student, trying to make ends meet by juggling both your education and work life. It was fine, at least for the first couple of months. It wasn’t until you came to the realization that you were losing your life in the process of trying to survive, your days consisting of running in between school and your part-time jobs. Maybe you were lucky to be so busy all the time, as it left you with no time to think about just how miserable your life actually was.

The sudden chime of your phone caused you to slightly jump. Cursing yourself out for not putting your phone on silent while sitting in a very quiet library, your eyes darted around the room; checking if anyone else heard the sudden loud noise, or even worse, if anyone was now glaring at you for interrupting their peaceful working atmosphere.

You offered an apologetic smile to the lady sitting a few tables down, frowning as she only glared back at you. You uncomfortably shifted in your seat, your hand fiddling with your phone meanwhile you cleared your throat in a desperate attempt to recompose yourself, switching the mute button on. Note to self: never bring your phone to the library ever again.

Your eyes skimmed through the document once more. You were just about to close the laptop shut, realizing there was no point in even trying to comprehend what the document read, plus you had caused the atmosphere to grow thick by not muting your phone; when your phone screen suddenly lit up once more.

At this point, you were beginning to grow anxious just by being remotely near your own phone. Your eyes darted towards the older lady sitting a few tables down once again, scared she’d be sending you death glares by your phone just lighting up; a small sigh of relief escaping your lips as she kept her eyes glued to the book placed in front of her.

You were just going to turn your phone off, not wanting to deal with it and it’s way off ruining your life even further, when you noticed the airdrop notification taking up the screen of your phone.

An airdrop notification?

You grabbed your phone, lifting it off the table; your eyebrows slightly furrowed together as you stared at the notification.

J.J Park would like to share a picture. Accept or decline?

The pad of your thumb hovered above the screen, confusion washing over you as you read the name over and over. Who the fuck was J.J Park? And most importantly, why were they asking to airdrop you a photo?

You weren’t sure if anyone had ever airdropped you something before. You even forgot the function on your phone existed, being something you had probably never used in your entire time of owning an iPhone. Your friends always just texted you pictures they wanted you to see, they never airdropped you, and with J.J Park being a completely unfamiliar name to you; you realized that it probably wasn’t any of your friends either.

Once more, your eyes scanned the library, trying to figure out if the person airdropping you was in the same room as you. It was mostly empty, with a few other students sitting across the room, headphones placed over their ears as they typed on the laptops placed in front of them. You found it hard to believe it was the older lady sitting a few tables away airdropping you a picture, judging by the way she had basically scolded you for even bringing your phone to the library by just looking at you.

The document on your laptop remained opened. Your eyes darted between your phone and the screen of your laptop, the sudden airdrop notification now taking up all your attention. Not that you were paying attention to the document before the notification popped up on your phone, but at least you had something to blame your disinterest on now.

Receiving a random airdrop request sounded way more intriguing than some boring paper anyways.

With your thumb hovering above the ‘accept’ button, the pad of your finger came into contact with your screen. You had no idea who this random person airdropping you was, and how were you ever supposed to find out if you declined?

The image that popped up on your screen the second you pressed ‘accept’ almost made you laugh out loud. You had to bite down on your lower lip in order to conceal the laugh threatening to escape your throat, not wanting to earn yourself yet another death glare.

Just finished an assignment. Man, I deserve some head, that was hard as fuck.

The incredibly bad meme caused you to put your phone down in disbelief. Not only had some random person just airdropped you, but they also decided to airdrop you the worst meme ever; asking for head.

With your eyes once more searching the room for the person who had just sent you a very daring meme and with your bottom lip still placed in between your teeth, you fought back the smile starting to spread across your lips. Everyone was either occupied reading a book or typing on their computers, causing you to come to the conclusion that the person was not in the same room as you.

Grabbing your phone, you quickly opened up your notes app. It would be rude not to answer, wouldn’t it? Plus, the stranger airdropping you sounded way more fun than focusing on school right now.

Is this how you spend your free time? Airdropping random people, asking for head?

The name J.J Park was the only name that came up when you pressed ‘AirDrop’. For a split second, you considered just shrugging it off; someone was probably just bored, wanting to have some fun by messing with people. But you were also bored, as a matter of fact, you were bored out of your mind, so it only made sense that you replied, right?

So you did. Pressing the strangers name, you watched as you airdropped your reply written in your notes. You stared at the screen, waiting in anticipation as the seconds passed. You found yourself smiling, causing you to once again clear your throat. Is this what your life has came to? Were you really that bored, that some stranger airdropping you a meme was the highlight of your week?

Your phone screen began to turn dark, getting ready to turn itself off as nothing happened. That was until another notification caused your brightness to turn all the way back up, the name J.J Park written on the screen of your phone once more.

Not really. Maybe I should though, considering that you actually responded. Never realized this is all I had to do for people to text me.

Even though the reply was sad almost, you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. The stranger now airdropping you his reply from his own notes app was indeed making you smile with his witty jokes, making you wonder if the people around you found you weird for smiling at your phone like that; considering how you had been staring out the window like you were in some type of drama a few minutes ago.

It would be rude of me to not reply though, wouldn’t it? Especially since you put so much time into finding that meme, then airdropping it to me.

You were quick to write down your response in your notes app, the interaction making your heart slightly beat faster. You had no idea who this stranger actually was, it could be an old, perverted man for all you know; yet you found the interaction almost amusing. Maybe because you knew you’d never meet this stranger airdropping you perverted memes, and what could possibly go wrong, knowing the person on the other side of the phone would just remain a complete stranger?

Your phone lit up once more.

It would be even ruder of you to not give me your number, don’t you think Y/N’s iPhone? (Sorry to break it to you, but I already had the meme saved.)

Right, a complete stranger.

You considered your options. Either you could put your phone down, turn it off and focus on the work you came here to do. You knew you had to read the forsaken document still open on your laptop at one point, you did come to the library to get it done after all.

Or, you could give this complete stranger your number. The stranger had made your day better after all, even though it was through a very bad meme, it had managed to put a smile on your lips after both school and work clouded your mind all day.

Opening up the notes app once more, you played with your thumbs. Maybe it would be a bad idea, a horrible idea even, to give out your number like that. Everything about it screamed stranger danger, your mind yelling at you for even considering giving out your number. But a part of you, the part that was done doing the same thing every single day, screamed for you to just type your number down.

You deserved to have some fun every now and then. Maybe giving out your number to a stranger, a stranger whose name you didn’t even know, wasn’t the ideal way of having fun. But looking at your dull and boring life, the idea didn’t seem too bad either.

That’s how you with one deep breath typed your number down, pressing the send button before being able to reconsider your decision. You might’ve made the worst decision of your life, maybe you should’ve listened to your brain screaming at you for so carelessly giving out your number to what could possibly be a serial killer and this was their way of luring their victims in for all you know; but how would you know, if you didn’t at least give it a try?

Unknown number: Hello, Y/N’s iPhone :)

As it turned out, J.J Park was, as a matter of fact, not a serial killer. No, J.J Park just happened to be a boy who lived across the street from your university and whenever his internet decided to act up, he simply connected his phone to the wifi your university had to offer.

Which explains why he was able to airdrop you in the first place, being connected to the same wifi. You were surprised the connection was that good, considering how it didn’t even work for you half of the time, even though you found yourself on campus.

A small chuckle trailed off your lips as you kicked off your shoes, your phone in one of your hands while carrying your bag in the other. You had been texting the stranger for about a week now, and even though you almost had a full blown breakdown when you reached your apartment that day and reality settled in; scolding yourself for not thinking, for giving out your number like that, you had to admit; you and J.J Park got along pretty well.

There were still a lot of things you didn’t know about the mysterious stranger, even though you had been texting back and forth all day, every day for almost a week. You knew he was a boy, which you considered to at least be a good start, and that he was around the same age as you. You also knew he lived with one of his good friends, who just happened to attend the same university as you.

You however had yet to learn his name. You figured he’d tell you his name when you first started talking, considering that’s what you do when you talk to new people; but as time went on, you realized he wasn’t going to properly introduce himself, nor was he going to tell you his name.

Now that a week had passed, you felt like it would’ve been too awkward to ask for his name. You could’ve done it during the first couple of hours of texting, but now, a week in? No, it’d be too weird and awkward. Hey, I just realized, I never got your name? Absolutely not.

Maybe that’s why you found him so intriguing, not knowing anything about him. Not knowing his name only added to the mysterious stranger vibe that he was giving you, which to your own surprise, you enjoyed. It made things more fun, not knowing who he really was.

What you did know, however, was the fact that he liked to send you memes. A lot of them, too. And as much as you hated to admit it, his horrible memes were kind of funny. Kind of.

Y/N: Sometimes I wonder where you find all these memes.

J.J Park: Trust me, you don’t want to know.

Another chuckle slipped past your lips at his reply, shaking your head before placing your phone on your kitchen counter. You let out a sigh as your bag hit the floor, your eyes darting around your small kitchen. For the high rent, you’d think the living space of your apartment would be bigger, much bigger. Maybe that’s what you get for insisting on getting an apartment in the middle of the city, not on the outskirts like the rest of your friends. At least you didn’t have to take the bus for an hour to get to school, unlike them.

The vibrations coming from your phone caused your eyes to dart back to your phone, quickly picking it up. There was one more thing you were sure about, you got a little too excited whenever your mysterious stranger texted you.

J.J Park: By the way, don’t you think it’s time we call? I have no idea what you even sound like, what if you’re an old man?

Your lips slightly parted, a small smile spreading across your lips.

Y/N: You think I’m the old man? How about you, a mysterious stranger who randomly airdrops people?

J.J Park: Ha ha ha, real funny. I’ll call you in a second.

The smile that had formed on your lips slowly faded away as you realized what was about to happen. Was he actually about to call you? Wait, no, this isn’t what you wanted.

It was easy to fall into some sort of fantasy where the boy you had been up texting every night for the past week was actually the mysterious stranger you made him out to be. Technically, he was, but that didn’t change the fact that you had made up a whole image of what he’d be like in your mind and you’d prefer if that image stayed intact.

You knew that if he called you, and you got to hear his voice, the image you had created of him in your head would be ripped apart and crumbled into pieces. What if you pick up that phone, and he’s actually an old man? You knew you couldn’t believe everything he told you about himself to a hundred percent, you had never met him after all. And for that very reason, you decided that it would probably be for the best to keep it the way it was. Where you had no idea of who he actually was, nor did he know who you were.

Nibbling on the skin of your bottom lip had become a habit of yours by now, especially in moments when you felt extremely stressed. Normally, it’d be while finishing an assignment at the very last minute or while running late for work; not while staring at your phone, trying to figure out an excuse in order to avoid having a stranger call you.

The sound of the ringtone of your phone echoing through the room snapped you out of your trance, your eyes widening at the sight in front of you. You figured that a second would be later, later being when you had figured out a way to get out of having to answer his call. Sorry, I’m at work, or just a simple I can’t right now; your options, however, went straight out the window the second your phone screen lit up with his contact name written across the screen.

J.J Park calling… Accept or decline?

So he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he’d call in a second.

Staring at the screen of your phone, you found yourself facing yet another dilemma. Either you pick up the phone and possibly ruin whatever relationship you and this stranger shared when you find out he’s actually a creepy old man, or you could just not pick up; the idea of ghosting him running through your mind.

You could just not pick up, ghost him for all eternity, block his number and move on like this stranger never came into your life in the first place. You only gave him your number because you were bored after all, and even though you had been checking your phone every now and then in anticipation for an entire week, hoping he had already sent you one of his horrible memes when you checked your phone first thing in the morning; it wasn’t supposed to go this far.

No, you had your fun, so you decided that it would probably be for the best to leave J.J Park hanging.

‘’Hello?’’

You weren’t supposed to pick up. You were supposed to put your phone back down, and wait until his contact name disappeared from your screen so you could go into his contact info and block his number; you weren’t supposed to bring your phone to your ear, and you most definitely weren’t supposed to press that green button.

Maybe your finger accidentally slipped and your arm automatically put your phone against your ear out of reflex, because you didn’t mean to pick up. You didn’t mean to let out a shaky ‘hello’, nor did you mean to hold your breath as you waited for the person on the other line to respond. It was all just an accident, right? You didn’t actually mean to pick up the phone,

A breathy laugh was suddenly heard coming from the person sitting on the other side of the phone, causing your body to tense up. This was it, this was the moment your perfect image of J.J Park came crumbling down, preparing yourself for the worst; expecting an old man’s voice to echo through your ears any minute. ‘’Why is your voice so shaky? Don’t tell me you’re nervous?’’

Wait, that’s not an old man’s voice.

You blinked once, then twice; trying to comprehend what you just heard. No, that was the furthest thing possible from an old man’s voice. His voice was both deep and raspy, but not deep and raspy the same way an old man’s voice would be, instead, it sounded like he had just woken up; the tiredness still lingering in his voice as he spoke.

‘’Hello? Is this not Y/N’s iPhone?’’ His raspy voice brought you out of your daze, realizing you hadn’t even responded to the person talking to you. ‘’It’s Y/N,’’ Your words were quick and sharp, squeezing your eyes shut as you realized that your words probably caused you to come off as rude or harsh even. You bit down on your bottom lip, fighting the urge to let out a curse as you waited for him to say something.

Maybe this was a good thing, maybe it would be a good thing if you came off as rude; maybe he wouldn’t want to talk to you ever again, and you could just move on with your life. But with another laugh, J.J Park quickly ripped that idea to shreds. ‘’I know your name isn’t actually Y/N’s iPhone, stupid.’’

‘’Oh.’’

Silence. Thanks to the deafening silence, you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears; wanting to sink through the ground. Not only had you come off as rude, but now you also looked stupid; was there really nothing better to say other than a quiet ‘oh’?

‘’Well, is your name actually J.J Park then?’’ Nibbling on your bottom lip once again, you waited in suspense for the boy to answer your question. You were probably never going to talk to him again after this considering the fact that you had already managed to make a fool out of yourself, but at least you’d know his actual name before disappearing from each other's life.

The boy hummed in response, ‘’Well, technically yes,’’ He began, his warm voice echoing through the speaker pressed against your ear. ‘’It’s actually Jay, J.J is just a nickname.’’

Jay. His name was Jay. ‘’Then what does the other J stand for?’’ The nervous feeling that had lingered in your spine slowly started to go away, beginning to relax as the boy spoke. ‘’Jay Jay,’’ His deep chuckle caused a small smile to unknowingly form your lip, the sudden sting of where you had just been nibbling causing you to realize you were smiling. ‘’Jay Jay?’’ You repeated his words, the nickname causing a laugh to trail off your lips.

‘’It’s silly, I know,’’ His deep chuckles definitely made it easier for you to ease up. You shook your head, even though he couldn’t even see you; a small smile still lingering on your lips. ‘’Not really, it’s kind of cute.’’ Maybe cute wasn’t the best way to describe a somewhat stranger's name, yet it was the only description you could think of. It was cute, causing you to wonder, just for a split second, if the stranger himself was just as cute as his nickname.

‘’Did you just call me cute? You shouldn’t be calling strangers cute, Y/N.’’ His response caused yet another chuckle to trail off your lips, the thought of him being as cute as his nickname leaving as quickly as it came. ‘’I never called you cute, I just said your nickname was cute, Jay.’’

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to let Jay stay in your life for just a while longer.

You weren’t even sure if you could call the once mysterious stranger who had randomly airdropped you that one rainy afternoon a stranger anymore. The two of you stayed on the phone for hours that day, completely discarding all the assignments you had to get done by the following day; the stranger whose name was Jay was so much more intriguing, after all.

That one call somehow managed to turn into talking on the phone every night before you went to bed, it also somehow went from you considering blocking his number to you rushing home after work just so you could hear his comforting voice.

It was odd, how comforting you found him. Not that he necessarily comforted you in any way, not that he could, even if he wanted to; you hadn’t even told him about how dull and stressful your life was. But in a way, that’s why you found him so comforting. Because you knew that when you were done with your dull and stressful life for the day, you could go home and Jay would be just a phone call away, ready to brighten up your day by just mindlessly talking.

You also managed to learn more about Jay through those phone calls. You now knew that he loved cooking and had been working as a chef in his dad’s restaurant ever since he graduated high school. You had asked him about college at one point, which he had been quick to disregard. He didn’t have to go to college nor did he have to go to university to be a chef, he claimed, he already knew everything they could possibly teach him. His words, not yours.

He was also an only child, he had a scar on his nose from when he was a child and accidentally fell over, his best friend who was also his roommate’s name was Jake, and he was very interested in fashion; one night, he told you about how he had two dreams in life. Either opening up his own restaurant one day, or starting his own clothing collection.

So you weren’t sure if you could actually consider him a stranger anymore. You felt like you knew everything there was to know about him by now, your daily phone calls making it feel like you had known him for years. There was one thing, however, that you had yet to know about him.

You had yet to psychically meet him. At first, you didn’t feel the need to actually meet him, feeling content with your daily phone calls and back-and-forth texting. But the more you discovered about the boy, the more curious you grew. He had hinted towards what he looked like on multiple occasions, like when he shared that he had a scar on his nose for example, or when he told you about how hard it was being tall when all the counters were so low; causing his back to hurt from hunching over all day, but you had yet to actually see him.

But the subject of meeting each other never came up. He never once brought up the idea of meeting up or hanging out, making you wonder if maybe he just didn’t want to. Maybe he also liked things the way they were, where you were no longer strangers, but if you were to see each other in real life; you’d still practically be strangers since none of you would recognize each other.

So you just shrugged it off, feeling content with the fact that Jay was forever going to be some sort of mystery to you. You liked it that way anyways, enjoying the mystery and thrill of it all; he was supposed to remain a mystery from the very start, that was the whole point of the relationship the two of you shared. He was a mystery from the second he airdropped you that picture, and it was supposed to remain that way.

Still, you couldn’t help the idea from crossing your mind every now and then, what he’d be like in real life.

‘’Eager to call me today, hm? You missed me that much?’’

Rolling your eyes, you put your phone on speaker. ‘’My manager let me leave early, so I figured I’d call you.’’ That was a lie. Or you did get off work earlier, but not because your manager simply let you go. No, you made up some bullshit excuse about not feeling too well, which led to your manager sending you home early and telling you to rest well.

You weren’t lying, you didn’t feel too well. You weren’t sick, just extremely stressed and fed up. Plus maybe, just maybe, you were in fact eager to call Jay. You’d never tell him that though, not wanting to feed into his ego.

The sound of Jay shifting around in what you assumed to be his bed caused you to furrow your eyebrows. ‘’Are you home?’’ You asked, causing the boy to hum in response. ‘’I thought you told me you’d be working overtime today,’’ You let out, your eyebrows still furrowed together in confusion. ‘’Yeah, I was supposed to.’’ He responded, the sound of him fixing his pillows before laying down muffling his speech. ‘’What changed?’’ You continued, almost interrogating the boy.

A low chuckle left his lips followed by a sigh. ‘’My manager let me leave early,’’ You frowned as he repeated your previous words, a sarcastic tone lingering behind his words; your lips parting, getting ready to tell him to fuck off. But before you could utter as much as a breath, Jay’s voice once again filled the room. ‘’And I wanted to talk to you.’’

You pressed your lips into a firm line, preventing any sound from slipping past your lips as you felt your cheeks burn, turning into a crimson color. You had learned one more thing about Jay during your late-night calls, and that was that he was a massive flirt. Not only a massive one, but a very good one too.

You weren’t sure if it was just in his nature to flirt, as it came to him almost too naturally sometimes or if he actually intended to make you blush. Maybe he was just teasing you, considering how you had reacted the first time something flirty trailed off his lips; causing him to laugh at you for stuttering and only further teasing you when you had threatened him to hang up.

‘’You’re funny, Jay,’’ You managed to get out, making sure not to let him hear how nervous his words made you. Another low chuckle left his lips. ‘’What? I’m just saying what you’re too scared to say!’’ He let out in defense, causing a laugh to leave your throat. ‘’In your wildest dreams.’’

Well, he wasn’t wrong. You were too scared to admit the fact that you were indeed looking forward to talking to him, both because you didn’t want him to know, scared that he’d endlessly tease you about it; but also because the thought of you leaving work early just to talk to him scared you.

The feelings you felt towards the boy on the other side of the phone, the boy you had no idea what he even looked like, confused you. You had only known him for a total of three weeks by now, yet it felt like he was someone you had known for years, almost like he was your childhood best friend who knew you better than anyone else. Except you don’t really get butterflies by just hearing your childhood friend’s voice, yet you felt just that in the pit of your stomach each time he answered the phone.

At first, you tried denying it, because let’s be realistic; who actually catches feelings for someone they had only spoken to over the phone? It just simply wasn’t possible, at least that’s what you thought; until Jay came into your life.

It was almost too easy to fall for the stranger, especially when it felt like he was the only person you could be comfortable around. He was the only person who made you want to stay up at night even though your body was dangerously close to drifting into sleep from working all day, the only person whose name you looked for every time you unlocked your phone; the only person you actually wanted to talk to.

Shaking the thought off, not wanting to think about it for too long; the thought making you slightly uncomfortable, you realized Jay had fallen silent.

‘’What are you thinking about?’’ You spoke up, growing slightly worried that you might’ve made him uncomfortable, or even worse, if you made him upset. Not that it would make any sense that your words might’ve upset him, it wasn’t like you were that special to him.

‘’You.’’ He mumbled in response, causing a small smile to form on your lips as he unknowingly reassured you. A small chuckle trailed off your lips, shaking your head.

‘’What about me?’’ You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, fiddling with the sheets of your bed as you waited for him to respond to your question. You expected him to tease you, you expected him to say something along the lines of how you tried so hard to deny the fact that you enjoyed talking to him, like he had done every single time the topic came up.

‘’What we would be doing if you were laying next to me right now.’’

His sudden confession caused you to freeze. Your lips slightly parted, the shock of his words making it impossible for you to utter a single word, no matter how hard you tried. What you would do if you were there, laying next to him; in his bed? ‘’What?’’ You managed to stammer out, your finger still fiddling with the sheets covering your bed in a desperate attempt to stop your heart from racing.

‘’You heard me, what we’d do if you were here with me, right now.’’

Drawing air through your teeth, you closed your eyes. What was he trying to say? ‘’Well, what would you want us to do?’’

Jay hummed in response, like he was thinking about your question. You nervously opened your eyes, staring at the screen of your phone in anticipation as you waited for him to reply. Your heartbeat was only getting faster with each passing second, each second of silence adding to your growing anxiety. You weren’t sure where your conversation was heading, nor did you know if you wanted to find out.

‘’I wonder if your hair is soft,’’ Jay’s voice brought you out of your daze, his sudden question taking you by surprise. ‘’It is, at least I think it is,’’ You nervously chuckled, his question only adding to your confusion and the nervous but exciting feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Jay hummed in response once more, causing you to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

‘’In that case, I’d play with your hair, run my hands through it,’’ His low and breathy voice caused you to place your tongue in between your teeth, trying your best to hold back the small gasp threatening to leave your throat as the words left his lips.

‘’Then I’d trail my finger down your neck, I wonder if your skin is as soft,’’ He continued, his words sending shivers down your spine. You brought your hand up to your neck, slowly ghosting your fingers down your own throat; your lips parting at the sensation. The thought of his fingers trailing down your neck like yours had just done sent another shiver down your spine, resting your hands around the neck of your shirt.

‘’Is your skin just as soft, Y/N?’’ His question caused you to hum, nodding your head even though he couldn’t see you. ‘’Yes,’’ Your words came out as a whisper, scared that your voice would break or stutter if you spoke any louder. The sound of Jay shifting around in his bed once again echoed through your speakers.

‘’Yeah?’’ He murmured, you now being able to hear his breathing through the phone. ‘’Yeah,’’ You mumbled back, your fingertips gently ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck once more. ‘’I wonder where your skin is the softest,’’ He breathed into the phone, his low voice causing your eyes to flutter shut. ‘’I don’t know,’’ You whispered back, wanting him to keep speaking.

‘’Maybe you’ll check for me, hm? Maybe it’s your stomach, or maybe even your chest,’’ His words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. Your eyes once again fluttered open, staring at the screen of your phone. Your lips separated, parting as you tried to form a proper sentence.

Luckily for you, Jay’s low voice filled your room before you even got the chance to form a sentence. ‘’Run your fingers down your chest for me Y/N, and tell me how your skin feels.’’ You inhaled through your nose, keeping your eyes glued to your phone screen.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to listen to the boy sitting on the other side of the phone asking you to trail your own hand down your chest, especially considering the fact that you didn’t actually know him. But his deep and raspy voice caused a burning sensation to spread across your chest, feeling your heartbeat through your chest and your thighs now rubbing together.

So you did, with a small gasp leaving your lips, your fingertips slowly trailed down your chest. Your fingers came into contact with your clothed chest, the feeling of your shirt dragging down the sensitive skin covering your chest causing your nipples to harden. Maybe you should’ve worn a bra today.

You could still hear Jay's breathing coming from the speaker of your phone as your fingertips reached your stomach, your lips still parted at the sensation.

‘’Tell me, how does it feel?’’ He spoke, your head sinking into the pillows placed underneath your head. ‘’I can’t feel it properly while wearing my shirt,’’ You mumbled under your breath, placing the phone you had been holding in one of your hands beside the pillows supporting your head.

A low laugh echoed right beside your ear, making it sound like he was actually laying next to you. ‘’How are you supposed to feel your skin if you’re wearing a shirt, silly?’’ Resting your hand on your stomach, your breath once more hitched in your throat in both nervousness and excitement; realizing where the conversation was officially heading. Not that you were going to stop it all from unfolding.

‘’Take your shirt off,’’ Your hands were already fiddling with the hem of your shirt when the words left his lips, just waiting for him to give you the signal; for him to confirm that your suspicions were in fact right. With the words trailing off his lips, he confirmed your thoughts; the warm feeling that had previously spread across your chest only spreading even more as you realized he wanted you the same way you wanted him.

Lifting your head slightly off the pillows, you slipped the flimsy fabric of your shirt over your head; the cold air filling the room hitting your skin, causing goosebumps to spread across your now bare chest. Jay must’ve heard you shifting around, as well as the small whimper that left your lips as the cold air came into contact with your warm skin, ‘’Have you taken it off?’’

You hummed in response, your head hitting the pillows underneath you once more; waiting for him to give you further instructions, waiting for him to tell you what to do with yourself. The sound of him inhaling through his nose was heard right next to your ear, an almost inaudible groan leaving his lips. ‘’Good girl.’’

His voice was low, a small whimper leaving your lips as soon as the words trailed off his lips; it was a quiet whimper, but loud enough for Jay to hear it, letting him know that his words had a positive effect on you. ‘’Now trail your finger up your chest again, for me.’’ You quickly did as you were told, your warm fingertips once again trailing up your now bare skin. Jay was right, the sensation of your fingertip ghosting over your bare skin felt completely different compared to how it felt when your chest was covered by the fabric of your shirt.

You had to bite down on your bottom lip as you reached your chest in order to now let out a soft moan, your hands brushing against your now hardened nipples thanks to the cold air that filled your room. ‘’It’s so soft Jay,’’ You managed to whisper as your free hand cupped one of your breasts, your other hand still trailing up your chest; your eyes fluttering shut as you let your head sink into the pillow completely.

‘’What is, Y/N?’’ He spoke, your lower body now shifting around uncomfortably. ‘’My chest.’’ You whispered back, almost like you were scared that your voice would crack if you spoke any louder. The low grunt that left Jay’s lips caused you to let out a low moan, the sound of a belt hitting the ground being heard coming from your phone. ‘’Fuck,’’ He breathed, ‘’Would you like for it to be my fingers touching your body right now?’’

You were too deep into your own thoughts and your own imagination to even consider the situation you currently found yourself in. Jay’s deep breaths coming from your phone in combination with his raspy voice telling you what to do and how to touch yourself made it easy for you to just go along with whatever he was saying; it made it especially easy for you to imagine it was his fingers touching you.

‘’Yes,’’ You whimpered in response, your eyes fluttering shut; making it even easier for you to imagine it was his hand grabbing onto your breast and not your own. ‘’Are you touching yourself?’’ Jay breathed, his words going straight into your core; a burning sensation taking over your lower body. ‘’No,’’ You managed to get out, your thighs still desperately rubbing against one another in an attempt to relieve the heat between your legs.

You could’ve easily slipped a hand down your pants long ago to relieve the almost painful throbbing, but you didn’t and you wouldn’t. Not until he told you to. A low chuckle was heard coming from the speakers of your phone, followed by the sound of Jay once again shifting around in his sheets. ‘’Then touch yourself for me.’’

As soon as the words trailed off his lips, your fingers immediately made their way down your stomach once again; your fingertips ghosting over your now warm skin. You didn’t even bother taking off your pants, simply just slipping your hand down the waistband instead, a hiss leaving your lips as the pads of your fingers came into contact with your aching core.

You ran your finger up and down your slit, collecting the arousal that had pooled in your underwear before slowly rubbing circles over your clit, using your own arousal as a lubricant; a small whimper of relief leaving your lips. ‘’I’ve been waiting to hear you whimpering like this, fuck,’’ Jay hissed through his teeth, causing yet another whimper to trail off your lips as his words only spurred you on even more. He had thought about you like this before?

Maybe it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise to you, considering what you had been thinking about every time your hand sneaked down your underwear. Who could blame you? It wasn’t like Jay made it any easier for you to suppress those thoughts when he’d call you after he finished working out; his heavy pants echoing through your speakers, images of the mysterious stranger dripping in sweat flashing through your mind.

‘’Let me hear how wet you are,’’ Jay grunted, to which you happily obliged. Your fingers slowly left your clit and made their way toward your entrance, arousal sticking to your fingertips as soon as they came into contact with your seeping hole. You slowly pushed one of your fingers in, a muffled moan leaving your lips as your knuckles came into contact with your sticky entrance.

Your muffled moan caused Jay to click his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval. ‘’No, I want to hear you Y/N,’’ He began speaking, ‘’Don’t hold back, let me hear you, okay?’’

You only moaned in response, pulling your finger out before inserting yet another one, the sound of your fingers sticking to your own arousal making it easy for Jay to picture just how wet you were. A groan left Jay’s lips, the sound of him spitting causing you to pump your fingers into yourself even faster. ‘’I wish you could see how hard you made me,’’ He grunted into the mic of his phone, followed by a faint slick sound.

‘’Me too, JayJay,’’ You whimpered, taking one of your nipples in between your fingers, slightly pinching and rolling them between your fingers to add to the immense pleasure you were already feeling. The nickname trailing off your lips caused Jay to curse on under his breath, ‘’How ‘bout I show you just how hard you've made me, m’kay?’’

During the month you and Jay had been talking, you never once thought you’d end up having phone sex with him; nor did you think the first time you’d see him and his face would be during phone sex. But the ping of your phone caused your hand to leave your breast; the other hand still pumping in and out of you as you grabbed the phone you had placed beside your head.

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You stared at your phone in disbelief for a second, your fingers slowly slipping out of your entrance. ‘’What?’’ You let out, your eyes still glued to your phone as Jay let out a dry chuckle. ‘’Go on baby, check how hard you made me.’’

With shaky fingers, you hesitantly unlocked your phone. You stared at the conversation, your thumb lingering above his contact name; scared to open the conversation, scared to see what he had sent you. Both excitement and nervousness rushed through your body as your thumb finally came into contact with your phone screen, a loud gasp leaving your lips as soon as the picture popped up on your screen.

Angled from the side, you could see his entire cock. He had one of his hands wrapped around his girth, his tip red and leaking precum; your mouth wide opened as you scanned the picture, having to close your legs in order to stop more arousal from leaking through your pants. He was huge, your core throbbing at the sight; the mere thought of him pushing his cock into you causing a small whimper to leave your lips. Your eyes gazed over the picture, eventually landing on his exposed abs; running your fingers up your slit once more, slowly drawing circles over your clit again.

Until you realized his face was in the picture as well. You immediately froze, your jaw going slack in pure shock as your eyes scanned his face.

He had actually sent you a picture of what he looked like.

His black hair was pushed back, a few pieces sticking to his forehead; his skin glowing from the sweat that had formed right under his hairline. ‘’Jay,’’ You whimpered, your eyes thoroughly scanning the picture in front of you. His eyes were heavy, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he clenched his jaw; he probably had the most prominent jawline you had ever seen before.

He looked nothing like you had pictured in your head, no, he looked so much better. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, realizing that the stranger you had been talking to for hours on end for weeks, the stranger who was currently telling you how to touch yourself, looked like an actual God with his prominent features; at least in your eyes.

‘’Hm? What is it, Y/N?’’ Jay mumbled, your eyes still glued to the picture on your phone screen. You remained silent for a second, trying your best to calm your racing heart, your core now screaming for any type of attention. ‘’You’re so pretty,’’ You managed to stutter out, earning a chuckle from Jay. ‘’Pretty? You’re calling me pretty?’’ He breathed, causing you to hum in response, the shock of seeing him making it hard for you to speak.

‘’I bet you’re fucking gorgeous.’’ His words caused your cheeks to heat up, a small smile forming on your lips as you placed your bottom lip in between your teeth, ‘’Do you want me to send you a picture?’’

A low hum left Jay’s lips, accompanied by his heavy breathing. ‘’No,’’ He replied, ‘’Let’s save that for next time, okay?’’

The idea of there being a next time caused a small groan to leave your lips. ‘’Okay,’’ You agreed, now feeling beyond desperate, almost growing impatient to relieve the aching feeling spreading across your lower body. ‘’I just need to hear you, you can do that for me, can’t you?’’ You only nodded in response, like he could see you, as you slipped your fingers into your wet entrance once more. Small whimpers trailed off your lips as you dropped the phone you were holding in your hand, letting it fall back onto the sheets right beside your head.

‘’Have you been thinking about this?’’ Jay breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as you curled your fingers; your fingertips brushing against your g-spot, causing a moan to leave your lips. ‘’Yes,’’ You moaned, your fingers repeatedly hitting your g-spot. ‘’Tell me, what have you been thinking about?’’ Jay grunted, his breathing getting heavier as he spoke. ‘’You, Jay, I’ve been thinking about you.’’

‘’Yeah? You’ve been thinking about me? You been thinking about my fingers slipping into you?’’ He continued, moans now trailing off your lips; the pace you had set for yourself quickening, almost slamming your fingers into yourself. You didn’t have to respond, your moans telling Jay everything he had to know. ‘’You wish I was there to make you feel good, Y/N?’’ He grunted, the faint sound of wet skin echoing through your speakers.

‘’Fuck,’’ You whimpered, your other hand finding its way down your stomach, slipping it down your underwear as well. ‘’I’d make you feel so good, I bet you’d look so pretty falling apart on my fingers,’’ Jay continued, your other hand now drawing circles over your clit as you listened to his deep voice coming from your phone. ‘’I bet you’d look even prettier down on your knees, don’t you think?’’

The thought of dropping to your knees for him caused you to arch your back, your eyes still squeezed shut; a picture of him with his head thrown back flashing through your mind. ‘’Only for you Jay,’’ You managed to stutter out, your fingers still pumping in and out of yourself. A hiss left Jay’s lips, followed by a loud groan. ‘’That’s right, only for me.’’

Soon enough a familiar feeling started building up in your abdomen, your fingers sloppily rubbing your clit; chasing your own high. ‘’Jay,’’ You moaned, forcing your hips down into the mattress in order to somewhat ground yourself. ‘’Are you cumming already baby?’’ Jay grunted, causing you to whimper in response. ‘’Go on, make a mess all over your fingers.’’

It didn’t take long for the knot that had formed in your stomach to snap. With a loud moan leaving your lips, your walls pulsating around your fingers as you came undone. ‘’Good girl, fuck, that’s a good girl,’’ Jay stuttered, his breathing only getting heavier; indicating that he was close to his own release as well. ‘’Fuck!’’ He grunted, followed by a small whimper trailing of his lips.

You kept rubbing your clit, squirming around in your bed as you rode out your own orgasm; the sound of Jay orgasming on the other side of the phone spurring you on even more. The room fell silent, the only sound filling the room being Jay’s heavy pants and your whimpers. Your back hit the mattress underneath you once again as you slowly pulled your fingers out of yourself, your own cum sticking to your fingers as you pulled out; your hands falling down your sides as you tried catching your breath.

With your eyes still shut, your whole body relaxed, Jay's heavy breathing still being heard next to your ear.

The man you had never met, the man who you only just now got to see what he looked like, the man who had been a total mystery to you leading up to this point; had just made you cum simply by just speaking.

You parted your lips to say something, anything, feeling both confused and desperate to know what had just happened; but you remained quiet, your eyes feeling heavy from both the overwhelming orgasm you had just experienced and from your long, stressful work day.

Jay remained quiet for a moment, trying his best to catch his own breath. ‘’Y/N?’’ He mumbled after a moment, his eyes glued to the phone as he waited for you to reply. Your reply, however, never came. Instead, the faint sound of your uneven breathing filled his room, a small smile forming on his lips as he realized you had fallen asleep.

He opened your chat, a small smile still lingering on his lips, listening to your soft breathing as he began typing; leaving a message for you to see when you woke up the following day.

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