‧₊˚✧ ❛[ my sweet escape with you ]❜
ft. doppio dropscythe x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en
╰₊✧ doppio calls you while away on retreat because he misses you┊1.3k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom reader & sub doppi┊established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, pillow humping
➤ author's note: i hate hate hate this so much like how did it take me so long to finish this when the final product is barely over a thousand words oh my godddd how do people get like 10k word counts teach me your ways
his call found you fresh out of the shower with a towel thrown around your neck to catch the water dripping from your hair, intending to finish the night with a movie after a long day, not knowing where answering him was going to take you. “doppi? i thought ver was going to confiscate everyone’s phone for the night and that you wouldn’t be able to call,” you asked, laying lazily on your stomach before reaching over the remote to flip on the television to play in the background.
your boyfriend was sent off with his student council friends to chaperone an overnight trip for a club of underclassmen, which wasn’t something he wanted to spend his time doing when he could be spending it with you instead (he was whining like he was would be gone for an entire week rather than just the weekend), but it’s part of his responsibilities as the enforcer to be keeping an eye out for rule-breakers who might be sneaking in alcohol or something of the sort. although, you weren’t quite sure how effective he is at his job when he was contacting you right now during a retreat that was supposed to be free of electronics.
“heh, i gave him one of my old phones that doesn’t work anymore— he didn’t check or search me, so i’m pretty proud to say i got away with it, as expected!”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a chuckle, able to hear the pride in his voice and could easily picture his iconic winning smirk on his face from outsmarting the beloved student council president. “that’s so typical of you… so, what did you do today? anything interesting enough to tell?”
“well, you know, regular camping stuff… we went hiking and fishing and stuff…”
“did you catch anything?”
“a little minnow, but we released it.”
he didn’t sound too interested in talking about his day, which made you quirk an eyebrow in confusion before you smiled, “you didn’t call me to give me an update, did you?”
there was silence for a moment, “no… i just really missed you… like, really missed you…”
“aww, really? i miss you too,” you sighed, stretching out an arm onto the side of the bed where he usually lay, cold without the weight of his body, whose temperature always ran hotter than yours, on top of it. there was an edge of desire in his voice, one that you were more than happy to match, “the bed is so empty without you next to me…”
you could hear his voice hitch, breathing steadily becoming louder and more uneven, “i wish i was with you right now…”
“doppi, did you call me because you let your imagination run too wild and now need my help?” you asked sweetly with an almost sinister smirk on your face. he’s too easy to read, even over the phone.
“‘m sorry…” he muttered, “i just miss you so much…”
“yeah, we already established that,” you giggled, feeling a sudden rush of heat to your core at the thought of your boyfriend alone in his cabin on top of a bunk while the other boys were off doing whatever, wrapped up in thin blankets as he vigorously fists his spit-slicked cock to the thought of you.
“i-i thought i would’ve been okay without you for one night, but…” he made a slight hissing sound, sucking in air through his teeth.
“you’re so needy… do you wanna hear what i’m wearing right now?” you waited for him to hum in agreement before continuing, “i’m wearing one of your shirts right now, the hideously bright green one the school handed out back in march.”
“thought you hated that shirt.”
“i do, but you wore it right before you left, so it smells like you,” you admitted, grabbing onto the pillow he would usually rest his head on, and pulling it close to you. the smell of his natural musk and his spiced shampoo were starting to fill your senses, making you start to feel dizzy with want. “now i’m really starting to miss you…”
as if your newfound desire was possessing your entire body, you found yourself moving to straddle the pillow, your thighs brushing against the plush material as you gave an experimental roll of your hips. you haven’t done this in a long time, nor has it ever really crossed your mind until now. there was never any reason to when doppio was always at arm’s length, all you had to do was pull him by the sleeves and run upstairs with him, but now, you had to make-do with what you had.
it took you a moment to find the right pace, going along with the rhythm of his breathing coming from your phone which was now tossed to the side with the speaker turned on because the device kept slipping from your shoulder. on the other side, he was doing something similar, biting into his pillow with his hand shoved into his pants. the others were at the bonfire, telling ghost stories and toasting marshmallows for s’mores, and thankfully, they aren’t going to be back at the cabin for another forty-five minutes at least. he wasn’t as spoiled as you were, surrounded by his belongings and able to use them to help get you off— all he had with his imagination. you didn’t tell him what you were doing, but you didn’t need to, not when he could hear the soft moans and sighs slipping from your lips.
your underwear was nearly completely soaked through at this rate with the sticky mess of arousal building up and making you wetter than a slip ‘n slide. it was the only thing preventing you from dripping onto the pillow itself, but at this rate, you weren’t sure if it was entirely preventable when you were grinding on it the way that you were.
all you could hear was the sound of your boyfriend’s low groans, the television now seeming so far away when you’re wrapped up in your own little world, thighs trembling and eyes closed in complete focus of reaching your orgasm. it’s coming to you a surprisingly lot faster than you originally anticipated, but perhaps it’s because you have now developed more consistent movements that had your clit rubbing against the fabric at a perfect angle and sending jolts of electricity up your spine.
“fuck, doppi…” you whined, as if he was really there with you. he wishes he was there with you, there isn’t anything more he wants in the moment. he wants to be there, watching you with lustful eyes, helping you grind on his abs that had more structure than that floppy pillow you were using, or thrusting his cock into your weeping cunt so that you would cry out his name louder than ever.
his mind went blank as his peak washed over him at the thought, his hips jerking into his hand once more before finishing with a cloudy white covering his hand once he pulled it from his pants. his breathing was heavy, chest heaving as he grabbed a bunch of tissues to clean himself off.
you followed mere seconds after him, your own hand covering your mouth to stop yourself from making so much noise. you practically collapsed on the spot, your legs feeling like jelly, and fell over to lie on the bed after the sudden exertion of energy, skin shiny with sweat that made you shiver when the air conditioner kicked on.
there was a moment of silence before you sighed, “now i have to take another shower, i feel so gross and slimy right now…”
“i bet you still look beautiful though.”
“only you would think that.”
