#please ignore her fingers okay i didn't really get to the details of those till the end

[creatediana]

A contour figure drawing done in half an hour, 9/28/2022

Sorry for the distortion, I was trying to look like I wasn’t taking a picture of the drawing I was about to hand in 🙃

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with the phone calls

Masterlist | Taglist | Ko-Fi

Description | You don't mean to overhear a conversation between the band when Damiano accidentally calls you one evening. But somehow, accidental phone calls suddenly seem to open up a new world of possibilities.

Content | Smut

Pairing | fem!Reader x Ethan

Word Count | 7130

A/N: As usual, thank you for the input and keeping me sane while writing @till-you-scream-and-cry ❤️

***

"Thomas! Move your ass... Thank you."

The voice belonged to Damiano, that much you knew immediately. It didn't come as much of a surprise considering he had been the one to call you. Pressing the phone closer to your ear, you listened more intently, but all that came through for a moment was the sound of a lighter clicking and a loud exhale, probably filled with smoke.

"Now, once again, Edgar, but less chaotic, please. Was that a dream or a fantasy you were talking about? Not that it matters much, sounds like you want to fuck her either way," he giggled.

It was the moment you realised he hadn't actually meant to call you. The confusing start hadn't thrown you off immediately, you knew how they could be, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this was a private conversation and none of them knew you were listening in. You were on the verge of ending the call, leaving them to whatever they were doing, when Ethan spoke up.

"Don't talk about Y/n like that, have some respect, Damiano."

The finger hovering over the red button stopped immediately, as your whole body seemed to freeze in place. Had- had Ethan just said your name? Had he basically just unknowingly admitted he'd had a dream about you? Or a fantasy, or whatever they were currently discussing? Your head felt like it was about to explode at the possibilities.

"Fine, fine," Damiano chuckled. "No disrespecting her. Unless she explicitly consents."

The giggles of Damiano and Thomas were easy to pick up on, you could only imagine the teasing looks they'd be throwing Ethan, who would shake his head in all seriousness and ignore them.

"And it was a dream, just to be clear. Not sure why I should share any of my fantasies with you when you're being like that."

You had to calm yourself not to giggle at the tone in Ethan's voice. Having been his friend for most of your life, you knew how annoyed he could get when they weren't taking him seriously, yet he never managed to stay mad at them, or even learn from it. He would share anything with those two boys, and Vic, now and in the future, and they all knew it.

"Okay, so what happened?" There was a brief pause. You imagined Damiano lazily taking a drag from his cigarette before continuing. "Did you go down on her but she smelled really bad in your dream? Or did she peg you and you suddenly started realising a new kink of yours?"

You had no way of telling what the immediate reaction of everyone was to Damiano's teasing, as you spluttered in shock, quickly moving the phone away to make sure they wouldn't hear and notice you eavesdropping on them. It wasn't any surprise to you how openly they talked, all of you did, but having you involved in this conversation while you were technically not supposed to know about it was a very different story.

"I'm not going to give you details and you know it," Ethan replied with a calm voice. "It's more about the... way I seemed to have stepped over a line by subconsciously imagining her in a certain way without her knowing. Almost like a betrayal of trust within our friendship."

"I can't decide what to focus on, the fact that you genuinely feel bad about that dream or that you've apparently never imagined having sex with her before," Damiano mumbled, awe in his voice.

"Definitely the fact that he never imagined it before," Thomas threw in. "I mean, even I have, she's hot. Don't think there's any harm in it, she doesn't have to know."

What?!

Your mind was spinning so much, trying to take in the information you were receiving, you weren't sure if Damiano made a noise of agreement or if it was all in your head.

They thought you were hot? Out of all people you knew, they were easily the most attractive, most open about sex, most aware of the effect they had on other people and how they could seduce them with nothing more but a wink. And they thought you were hot? Compliment of the fucking century.

"Of course she's hot," Ethan piped up, reminding you that you were, in fact, still listening in. "And I've definitely thought about it. But to imagine it, subconsciously, in that kind of detail? To the point where I was convinced I was feeling it? That still feels like a violation-"

You didn't notice you had hung up until the silence settled in, but a look at the screen of your phone confirmed it. Apparently, your brain had decided it was time to shut off, leaving you to ponder your thoughts and the number of revelations the accidental phone call had brought about. You'd definitely need some time to think things over.

***

You were quite content for Ethan to text you, letting you know he, unfortunately, wouldn't have time to call you for the next to days. As much as you missed hearing his voice, you still felt awkward about what you had heard on the phone before. Mainly because you had been crushing on your best friend for months, maybe years if you really thought about it, and you had no idea how to go on from this. There was no easy way to explain that you had accidentally gotten a butt dial from Damiano and instead of hanging up like a normal human being, you had decided to effectively spy on them.

So, when your phone rang three days later, prominently displaying Ethan's name and a picture of him with a ridiculous pair of heart-shaped sunglasses, your heart was beating out of your chest in a way it hadn't quite done before. Another deep breath was necessary before you picked up, trying your hardest to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey there," you sighed into the phone, immediately scolding yourself for sounding so breathless.

"Y/n! You will not believe the day I've just had."

You had never been happier about Ethan going onto one of his little rants. Where others perceived him as quiet, he let it all out with you, telling stories, explaining whatever he was doing, confiding in you, letting you be a part of everything he experienced, even if you couldn't physically be there. Listening to Ethan as he replayed the day for you, you walked over to the bedroom, the bed way too inviting after being on your feet for hours.

"...and then obviously Damiano had to bring up some weird stuff about me being into aliens again in the interview..."

"Want me to beat him up for you?" You sleepily mumbled into the phone as you sank further into the pillows, blanket pulled up to your neck. A chuckle came through the phone, and you didn't have any problems imagining the slight smile that would be playing on Ethan's face.

"I'll tell you if I require you to do so. You sound tired though, would you rather hang up?"

"No, no, please." You cringed at how desperate you sounded. "As long as you don't mind if I fall asleep, I'd love to listen to you some more."

"Of course, settle in, I'll talk until I don't hear you respond anymore."

Ethan's voice never failed to lull you to sleep. There was something ethereal about it, the carefulness which with he chose his words softening your heart and soothing your mind. It had often been like this, although you much preferred the times he was at home for it. Back when you were kids, he would talk you to sleep from his bed, as you were huddled under the covers on a blow-up mattress in front of it. It had slowly and surely evolved into him simply laying in your bed with you when he was staying over, close enough to get your nerves fired up, too far to dare to do anything about it. Ethan was a gentleman to a fault, something you had always treasured immensely, but it would be a lie to pretend you hadn't dreamed about him simply throwing caution into the wind, pulling you close, and kissing you senseless. It had never happened. Which is why it had, somehow, been even more surprising to overhear the things he had told the other guys.

However, none of that was on your mind at that moment, as all thoughts slowly began to vanish into thin air and your head was full with nothing but Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.

***

You weren't sure what exactly had woken you up when you felt yourself stir. The darkness behind the curtains told you it was still in the middle of the night, yet your body had decided to rouse you from your sleep all the same. You were in the middle of untangling yourself from your blankets when you heard it.

Breathing.

You felt yourself freeze in place, unable to move, trying to regulate your heartbeat and the noises you were threatening to make. The panic was on the verge of taking over your body, but you wouldn't allow it, adrenaline high enough to keep you focused. You needed to find out where it was coming from. From behind? From under your bed? It sounded close.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to concentrate on your hearing to locate the sound. One more deep breath.

It seemed to come from... right next to you - but not from behind you, but in front of you. Confusion briefly muddled your mind, then you heard another, louder sigh, and suddenly you understood that what you had been hearing hadn't been a voice that was actually in the room with you - but one that came through the speaker of your phone.

Searching through the bedding, you quickly found the offending item, a smile spreading on your face as you realised that you had, in fact, managed to fall asleep while on the phone with Ethan. His name brightly shone back at you as you turned the screen towards your face. Apparently, it had worked similarly for him, considering he hadn't ended the call, even though he was clearly done talking.

For a moment you considered giving him a little scare, the same way he had scared you, even if unintentionally, but you knew he needed his sleep. Your thumb was hovering over the red button when you suddenly made out another noise.

Y/n.

Your name.

Was he asleep? Had you once again managed to infiltrate his dreams? But then a groan followed and all of a sudden you knew exactly what was happening. If the increasing moans coming from his mouth weren't always giving it away, the quiet noises in the background had now picked up just enough for you to notice. It sounded like movement. A wet kind of movement.

Ethan Torchio was, without a doubt, jacking off.

Your breath caught in your throat, fascinated by now knowing exactly what each and every one of those noises meant. It was impossible to stop the images from popping up in your mind. Ethan, lying on his bed in some hotel room, white sheets contrasting against the dark hair that was flowing freely onto the pillow. The blanket kicked aside, soft skin over hard muscles on display for no one to see. Laboured breathing, closed eyes, face slightly scrunched up in a mixture of concentration and pleasure. One hand behind his head. The other around his cock, hard and begging for release, moving just enough to make a sound, not enough to get there too quickly.

You only just caught yourself before letting out a moan at the idea of it all. You couldn't believe you found yourself in a situation like this again, first with Damiano's butt dial, now Ethan forgetting to end the call? Both times ending up with things you definitely shouldn't be hearing. Yet, once again, it felt impossible to do the right thing and hang up. To remove yourself from the situation. To stop crossing boundaries and potentially violating his trust and his privacy. And then he moaned your name again, in such a sinful way, that your hand was between your legs before you could stop yourself.

Your thighs were hot against your fingers, all of your nerves already firing up at the sounds reaching you through the phone. His breathing was starting to get uneven, there was a slight break in his movement and - oh god you were convinced you had just heard him spit into his hand before continuing.

Running your fingers along the fabric of your panties didn't last long, your desperate need to touch yourself over hearing him mutter your name yet again overwhelming enough to get rid of your underwear altogether.

"Fuck, Y/N..."

You contained the whimper you wanted to let out so badly with effort. Hearing Ethan getting off was hot enough in itself, but knowing that he was doing it to the idea of you, going so far as to mumble your name in between, left you aching and pulsating. All ideas of behaving in a more morally correct way were out of the window, repercussions be fucked, you'd deal with them later.

Moving your fingers back between your legs, you could feel yourself dripping. This wasn't the time for teasing, you realised as you slid through your folds, biting your lip heavily to keep in the moan when you moved past your clit. But you needed more. The other hand on your breasts, slowly massaging and pinching at the flesh and your nipples, wouldn't do. Pushing a single finger in was easy enough, and the way the movie that was now playing in your head relaxed you enough to let a second one join almost immediately.

You could hear that Ethan was speeding up now, both from his breathing and groaning coming through at a quicker succession, as well as the noise of his hand moving around his dick. You desperately tried to match his rhythm, your mind going into overdrive, imagining it was him slamming into you instead of just your fingers. He was making more and more noises, quite obviously getting lost in his pleasure as he chased his release. Your other hand came down from your tits, impatiently moving over the skin of your stomach and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until it reached your pussy. The first touch to your clit as your other hand kept moving had you gasping, then briefly freezing in fear of being heard. Luckily, Ethan seemed too lost in his own arousal to notice. Pushing the fabric of your shirt between your teeth, you tried your best to muffle your sounds as both hands started increasing in speed again.

Y/n, Y/n, please, come on, fuck...

He came unexpectedly - to you at least, having to rely only on what came through your phone - but he came so intensely and loudly that you were sure you were losing your mind. The groan, full of relief, was so clear that you could almost convince yourself he was in the room with you. Closing your eyes, you imagined his cum hitting his stomach, painting it in streaks of it, as he slowly rubbed it out, calming down, revelling in the afterglow.

It was all it took for you. Fingers deep inside you, stroking your favourite spots, your other hand rubbing more intensely on your clit, and you fell apart. A hot feeling travelled through your whole body, endorphins releasing as your legs shook, a loud moan-

A loud moan escaping you.

For the third time that night, you froze, fingers still buried in your pussy, holding your breath. The brief silence that had appeared was quickly disturbed by rustling and crackling coming from your phone, then a voice so close you knew it was because he had found and picked up the phone.

"Y/n? Is that-"

You had never ended a call so quickly.

***

5 missed calls.

Well, six, if you counted the one from Damiano on top of it.

But five from Ethan, in the span of twelve hours.

You needed more time to think before you answered any of them. To come to terms with what had happened, to go through possible scenarios, possible reactions that you would be faced with, and what you would say. All you knew was that you had to apologise. You had broken Ethan's trust, infiltrated a private moment, and he knew about it. You could only imagine what was going through his head now. All you were hoping for at this point was that he wouldn't hate you, or remove you from his life completely.

The phone rang again, this time showing Vic's name. While you weren't sure you trusted Damiano - visions of Ethan talking him into calling from his phone so you would pick up, thinking the singer wanted to have an innocent chat indeed - you didn't see that tactic working on Vic. This one was coming from her personally, you were sure of it.

"Hey."

"Y/n? Oh thank god," Victoria sighed, before apparently moving the phone away a little. "SHE'S ALIVE, NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOTEL ROOM. Right, sorry about that, I'm alone now. Alright, now tell me what the fuck happened."

"What do you mean?" You knew it was a pointless endeavour, yet you couldn't help but try to buy yourself some time.

"Oh, I don't know, the fact that Ethan is freaking out because he can't reach you? After you had some sort of weird thing happening last night that he won't talk about? Listen, I don't know the details, and I won't try to get any out of you, that's between you too. But, for the love of god, talk to him because he's being unbearable and we can't play a show like this."

"Is... Is he mad?"

You weren't sure if Vic's sigh was resigned or annoyed.

"He's worried, from what I can tell, but no, he doesn't seem mad." Her voice was much softer now. "Stop being scared. You've been friends for as long as I can remember, whatever happened won't ruin that."

You weren't quite so sure of that yet.

"I'll make him call you tonight after the show, think things over or whatever you're currently doing, and then talk to him, okay?"

You didn't have it in you to refuse.

***

"I would like you to know that I just played the worst show of my life and it's all your fault."

You felt like crying when Ethan finally called. This wasn't the conversation opener you had hoped for. Not that you necessarily knew what exactly you had been hoping for at all, but it surely wasn't an accusation straight off the bat. You almost ended the call right then and there, not ready for what else could possibly follow this, but instead, you decided to try to be fair to him and at least hear what else he had to say - even if it meant fighting the tears threatening to spill.

"The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about you and what this meant for us. I missed my cue three times, Damiano made a joke about it to everyone, it was embarrassing. I kept having ... flashbacks to last night and I felt so ashamed. I feel like I violated you in a way and I ... well, I wasn't quite sure what exactly you had heard."

"I... what?"

"Did... did you hear your name? I wasn't sure if-"

"I did."

The line was silent for a moment before you realised he was sighing deeply. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I crossed a line, and I don't know if you can forgive-"

"Did you not hear me?" You couldn't stop yourself from interrupting. "When you picked up the phone again?"

"I heard a noise, which made me realise I fell asleep without hanging up earlier, but then you'd hung up and I assumed... I assumed you were, well, disgusted with me."

You didn't mean to, you really didn't - but the absurdity of the whole situation and the partial relief of knowing that he was too panicked about your reaction to his actions to even think about what your noise had meant, ended up with you erupting in howling laughter.

"I'm sorry," you burst out in between gasps of breath fueling your giggling, "I'm sorry, Ethan. It's just... Listening to you, and then hearing my name last night... Well to be quite honest, you weren't the only one touching yourself."

"Wait-" The tone in his voice was equal parts shocked and surprised. "So you weren't offended? Fuck, I spent the whole day thinking you were disgusted, having caught me thinking about you like that, but..."

"I've known for a few days, actually," you confessed. This was already such a mess, you might as well get it all off your chest. "The other day, when you were talking to the guys... Damiano butt dialled me and I... well, I couldn't help but overhear some things. Like the fact that you had a dream about me."

"Oh, so you've been sitting there the whole time, well aware of my dilemma, and instead of talking to me about it, or easing my mind, like a good friend would, you decide to listen in and get off on it."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't an accusation either. But the way his voice suddenly lowered considerably, all signs of stress and nervousness completely gone, sent shivers down your spine.

"I mean, I-"

"You mean you what?" He didn't give you a chance to explain. "You mean to tell me that you touched yourself until you came, just to the sounds of me jacking off, like a little slut?"

It hit you like a ton of bricks. If you hadn't been sure where he was going when his voice changed, you surely did now. All of your nerves were on high alert at what he had just called you. With a shaking breath, you found yourself lowering your body onto the bed, sitting at the edge of it, trying to steady yourself, to cope with his sudden situation, this game he was obviously willing to play.

"I did," you whispered, voice failing you.

"I should have known. I should have known from the time you walked in on me showering last year, the way your eyes looked me up and down wasn't the same as they had been all those years before, was it? You didn't leave immediately as you should have. And when I confronted you, you got flustered, but in a different way than before. Even then you wouldn't have minded if I'd pulled you under the water with me, would you?"

You couldn't seem to form any words. You were glad to be sitting already because if you weren't, you were sure to be losing the strength in your legs right about now. Somehow, out of the blue, Ethan seemed to have figured it all out. Figured you out. The past year of wondering and daydreaming and yearning, followed by the last few days of questioning and hoping and thinking - all of a sudden, he had cleared it all up. And while you knew that the healthy thing would be to discuss the matter at hand at this point, you were drawn in by the way he was speaking to you now. It was a side of him you hadn't gotten to see, only heard about in passing, but that was now directed solely at you, and you couldn't stop.

"Answer me."

"Yes, sir."

It simply slipped out. It wasn't even something you'd thought about before, but the tone in his voice, his simple command, easily pushed you into this position.

"Good girl," he said and you briefly wondered if he knew he was resetting your entire being with just a few words. Your sex life had been less than spectacular up to this point, and you had mostly spent your early twenties desperately trying to please men who wouldn't do the same for you. You had never even explored anything kinkier than doing it with the lights on, really, and you'd never fully allowed yourself to think about it. But here was Ethan, doing nothing more than aiming at you with just the right words, his voice on the perfect frequency, and you questioned everything you had ever known about your sexual preferences. Because right then and there, you wanted nothing more but to get on your knees for him and let him use you any way he wanted.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm... I'm just sitting on my bed."

"Good. Get comfortable, because this time when you come it will be on my terms."

You didn't even think about refusing. In a heartbeat, you had shuffled back until your back hit the headrest, almost eagerly awaiting further instructions.

"Tell me. Have you been thinking about me a lot lately? Ever since the shower incident? What you'd like to do to me? Or rather what you would like me to do to you?"

The hot flashes travelled over your body, leaving you to breathe heavily at his words and his implications. Everything you had previously tried to push away and ignore, for the sake of your lifelong friendship, was bubbling to the surface with an intensity you hadn't anticipated.

"I've... It's impossible not to think about you, Ethan. Have you seen yourself? Doesn't help when you're walking around topless all the time, and you're throwing me these looks, and I know it was just to tease me, but you wouldn't know the things that did to me, and then you've had girls round and god... I could hear what you were doing to them sometimes, when I was out in the garden with the rest of the guys and I kept wishing that was me. Fuck, how I wanted that to be me."

The words left your mouth in rapid succession, the insecurity and embarrassment of their meaning only catching up with you after they had been said. Suddenly, so many of the thoughts you had successfully kept in your head for so long were out in the open, and the moment it took Ethan to answer felt like a lifetime.

"I thought about you every single time I fucked them." Your legs closed on their own accord, thighs squeezing together desperately, as you gasped at his voice. "Every time I closed my eyes I imagined it was your mouth wrapped around my cock, your tits pressed against my chest, your cunt clenching around me. None of them even came close to you."

There was no hiding in how his words affected you, your heavy breathing easily giving you away. You could feel a pulsating sensation between your legs already, but the thought of touching yourself without him explicitly telling you to didn't even cross your mind.

"Ethan..."

"I used to feel bad about it, you know? Picturing you like that. While you were being my best friend, so sweet, so innocent. But now that I know how much of a slut you are..."

You were sure he could easily hear the gasp you let out, so obviously under his full control already, it would have embarrassed you if it had been anyone but Ethan. Even though this was the first time crossing the line like this, you trusted him explicitly to take care of you, just like he had always done.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what you're wearing right now?"

You briefly looked down at your body, clad in an oversized shirt and less than sexy underwear. For a moment, you considered lying, telling him about some gorgeous lingerie you didn't even own, but you quickly pushed that thought away. This was Ethan. Not only did he know you well enough to see right through you, but you were just starting to be honest with each other. It wasn't the right moment to go back to little white lies.

"That big grey shirt and black panties."

"Sounds like you're overdressed then, because I'm sitting in here in nothing but my boxers. Why don't you get rid of that shirt for me?"

You didn't hesitate. Throwing the phone onto the bed, you pulled the fabric off you, leaving it to drop somewhere next to the bed, before leaning back into the pillows. You could hear a low chuckle through your mobile as you picked it up.

"You're so easy. Put your phone on speaker, you're going to need two hands for this."

"Done," you almost whispered, voice breaking in anticipation as you dropped the phone on the bed next to you. Suddenly awkward, you felt like you had lost any sense of where to put your hands, unsure whether you were supposed to be touching yourself, or just resting, or obeying to some other unwritten rule you didn't know about. Yet, as so often in your life, Ethan knew exactly how to handle you, even without seeing you.

"I would love to be kissing you right now, your lips, down your face, along your neck..."

You barely noticed the way your eyes were closing, fingers trailing along the places he mentioned. Nothing could come close to Ethan actually finally kissing you - of this you were sure - but for now, you'd be happy to hear his low voice through the static, feeling your fingertips against your skin, imagining it was him even a little bit.

"Are you lying down? I bet your tits look fantastic. I remember last summer when Vic convinced you to sunbathe topless. Couldn't keep my eyes off you. Thank fuck for sunglasses."

His talk was disrupted by noises you couldn't immediately pinpoint. Fuck, you wished you weren't separated by miles and kilometres and endless stretches of roads and highways, you wished you could see him right now, touch him, let him make your fantasies come alive. But for now, you would have to do with what he was willing to give you.

"What are you doing?" You asked breathlessly, feeling disconnected at your lack of visual clues of what was happening on the other end.

"Just taking off my boxers to get more comfortable," he chuckled.

"Wait, am I-"

"Don't you dare remove your underwear," he warned, interrupting you before you had even finished your thought, but knowing all too well where you were heading. "You're going to stay exactly as you are until I tell you to do it. Otherwise, our first meeting when I'm back will entail a spanking that's not suited for our first time together."

You could only imagine how much your surprised gasp would please him. He had you in the palm of his hands with his words only, you were convinced you were actually going to perish when he got said hands on you.

"Now listen closely and don't do anything I don't tell you to. Yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Move your hands to your tits for me. Feel them, play with them a little. The nice, soft skin under your fingertips. Pinch your nipples for me. Are they hard yet?"

Your fingers brushed your nipples before pinching them, hard, letting out a pitiful moan at the sensation.

"They've been hard since you called me a slut."

"I should have known you'd get off on that," he growled. "So easy to please. Guess you don't need as much foreplay then, do you? Why don't you move your hands a little lower, over your stomach, to the waistband of your panties... don't you dare move under the fabric yet. I need you to tease yourself for me."

You hated the idea of going slow. Every inch of your body seemed to be on fire, all nerves on high alert. Every little movement of your hips reminded you of how wet you were getting. You didn't need to see or feel to know you were staining your underwear. If you'd been alone, your fingers would already be deep in your cunt, searching for relief, not wasting any time on teasing or foreplay, but Ethan had other plans for you. Who were you to deny him.

"You already got off like a whore the last time we were on the phone, don't think you're getting away with it that easily this time. You're going to go slow, and you're going to do it until you're a begging, sobbing mess for me, understood?"

"Yes, Ethan, please, anything."

With anyone else you would have been embarrassed at the state he had already reduced you to. But not with him, never with him.

"Trace along your pussy over your underwear, cucciola, have you soaked through already?"

The yes leaving your mouth was barely more than a whisper. You weren't lying. Through the fabric beneath your fingers, you could easily feel your wetness, saturating your panties enough to get the tips of your fingers sticky.

"Of course you have. Bet you wish I was there to take them off you. Keep moving your hand while I talk but don't touch yourself yet. I'd tie you to the bed just to make sure you would behave because so far I'm not sure of that yet. I'd go down your body, taking in every inch of you, leaving kisses and bites. I bet you'd love to be marked by me, wouldn't you, amore? Making your whole body mine. Because that's what you are. Mine. I'd be taking those panties off you, pulling them down your legs, slowly, slowly. Do it now. Don't hurry, keep teasing yourself."

You had never been so happy to get rid of your underwear before in your life. Trying to adhere to his rules, you slipped the item over your thighs, knees, calves, until it dropped to the floor at the end of the bed, before lying back down. He hadn't instructed you further, and you'd be damned to do anything without his permission. You knew he couldn't see, but the hold he had was strong enough that you wouldn't dare disobey.

"Fingers on your thighs now, softly enough that you can feel the goosebumps on your skin. Upwards, further, cucciola."

You gasped loudly as your hands found themselves between your legs, fingers softly touching your folds, already on fire, but Ethan was less than impressed.

"Stop."

You let go immediately, hands back to your thighs in unquestioned obedience.

"Did I tell you to touch your pussy, whore?"

"No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't, what?"

"No, you didn't, sir."

"Good girl. You might be a little slut, but you learn quickly. You can touch yourself now, but be aware that I'll have to punish you for real if you make another mistake like that."

You didn't answer him, instead taking his permission to finally let your fingers sink between your labia, feeling the warm wetness engulfing them immediately. You were severely lacking stimulation in the important spots, but the relief of getting your hands on your pussy at all was big enough to have you sighing and moaning.

"Tell me how wet you are."

"I'm so wet for you, sir. It's everywhere, I'm soaked, I can feel it dripping down my thigh and onto the bed."

The satisfied groan he let out, coupled with another noise that had grown a little familiar already, convinced you that you weren't the only one touching yourself at that moment. Images of him once again filled your brain, reminiscent of that last phone call, only this time both of you were well aware of what the other was doing and it had you even more breathless. Knowing that you were turning him on - not just the thought of you, but the way he was telling you what to do, probably imagining what you would look like right then and there, listening to your pitiful answers - had you squirming on the bed.

"Good, you're doing so well for me," he groaned, obviously affected. "Push a finger in, just one, and no touching your clit."

It wasn't nearly enough. Normally, you'd start easy, a single finger enough until you relaxed further, but tonight, with Ethan on the phone, you were so turned on that it barely provided you with any satisfaction.

"Please, sir, please, I need more."

You sounded pathetic, really, but while the idea of presenting like that in daily life made you shudder, you fully let yourself fall and enjoy this role in bed. It was igniting something in you that you'd never fully explored and you were oh so willing to learn.

"Are you that desperate? To already need more? I should have known you were a dirty slut. Come on then, prove me right, get another finger in."

You didn't hesitate in letting another finger join, welcoming the slight stretch, even though the only thing really on your mind was the idea of replacing your digits with his dick. You'd seen it once before, briefly, that time you caught him in the shower by accident, but the image had burned itself into your brain. Having him on the phone now, unquestionably touching himself, you wondered what he looked like now, hard with need and desire, twitching in his hand. The thought made your mouth water. Whatever this was, whatever you were currently doing, it better end up with him naked in your bed as soon as he returned from his band-related commitments. You had never craved anything more.

"How's that then, baby, still desperate for more?"

"Uh-huh," you whimpered, moving your fingers, wishing they were his at least, going faster than he would allow you if he could see, but you tried to keep your voice level. "Wish I could have you."

"Is that what you're doing? Fantasising about my dick? How I'd be pushing into you? You'd probably love to ride me, just bouncing on my cock. Well, it sounds like you need a little more than your fingers right now... Go get something from your nightstand. Don't think I don't know what you keep in there, you regularly forget to close the drawers when I'm over. One could think you were doing it on purpose."

"I- I wasn't, I..."

"You sure about that, you little slut? You were probably doing it subconsciously too, just desperate to let me know. I've seen that pink dildo. You know it won't quite compare to me, but it'll have to do for now."

You almost fell off the bed in your urgency to grab the toy as instructed. You didn't have the capacity to think about what he had seen in your room, what else had been unknowingly on display while he had been around. All you wanted was to follow his orders and be his good little slut. You'd be anything for him right now.

"Tell me what to do, sir," you breathed down the phone, holding the dildo and awaiting further instructions, not wanting to make a single move without his approval.

"Give it a lick, prepare it nicely like you would my cock," he groaned. "And make sure I can hear you when you start sucking on it like the slut you are."

You moved closer to the phone lying next to you in bed, not wanting Ethan to miss a single one of your moves. A lick, maybe two, then greediness took over and had you swallow the tip of what you wished was his dick instead. Noisily sucking it as you pushed more and more of it into your mouth, you freely let the saliva drop from your lips, hoping to make the experience as audible as possible. It didn't take long for you to start bobbing your head, almost choking around the dildo as it hit your throat, finding it harder and harder not to grind against the sheets to get some friction.

"You're loving this, aren't you? Making a mess out of yourself, gagging on a cock that isn't even real. Bet you look gorgeous with spit and tears running down your face." A low groan interrupted his speech briefly, shaky breathing letting you know he was trying hard to hold off. "Why don't you take that out of your mouth and start fucking yourself with it instead?"

"How do you want me?"

"On your back, legs spread, imagining it's me taking you hard."

With a loud and desperate moan at his words, you took the desired position, barely taking a moment to settle before letting the wettened dildo drag down your body and between your legs. You didn't wait for any further explicit instruction, slowly losing your mind with want and need, a fire burning deep inside you, the ultimate craving for relief overpowering you, as you slowly but steadily pushed it inside, moaning heavily at the welcome intrusion, stretching you so much better than your fingers ever could.

"How does it feel, is it everything you need?" His voice was becoming more strained by the minute, noises getting louder before stopping completely and then starting the same cycle again. You imagined him desperately holding onto his dick, tightly enough to avoid coming just yet, biting his lip to the point of blood, slow movements once he deemed them safe, gorgeous hands enveloping his large cock.

"Wish it was you," you sighed as you moved the toy carefully. "Wish it was your cock inside of me, would be so much better, would-" A heavy moan interrupted as you hit your g-spot. "Need your body on me, your hard thrusts, need to dig my nails into your back."

"Fuck yourself harder." He barely seemed to be holding it together now, so close to his own orgasm, arousal prominent in his voice. "Touch your clit, and don't you dare hold back when you come."

It didn't take much more. Roughly moving the dildo into you, you let your other hand travel down until you reached your clit. Where you normally prepared a harder touch, you only needed the slightest stroke across it, and suddenly it all came crashing down on you. Hot, white heat took over your body as you came, shouting his name, clenching your thighs, body stilling as the pleasure washed over you. You barely perceived anything outside of your physical sensations, but then, clear as day, you heard Ethan through the phone, coming with an unrestrained groan, so infatuating and gorgeous.

Neither of you spoke for a while as you slowly came down, breathing still wrecking your chest, a sheen of sweat covering your body. Pulling the dildo out, you winced ever so slightly, but it seemed to be enough to pull Ethan back to earth as well.

"Are you okay?"

His voice was so different now, removed from all dominance and orders, but soft and quiet - you barely recognised it all of a sudden.

"I'm very okay, Ethan."

"Are you sure? I didn't want to go too hard or use any words you weren't comfortable with but-"

"Ethan," you couldn't stop yourself from interrupting. "It was perfect. I didn't know how much I needed that but I haven't come that hard in a while, so apparently, I did."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he chuckled, relief in his voice. "Hope I can live up to it in real life. If you want me to, that is."

"I'd love to. When are you back home? I might need to see you immediately."

"Three days, baby. Three days and I'm all yours. Then we can talk about everything. I'm not sure if there's a way back from this, but I also don't think any of us really want one, do we?"

"Definitely not," you giggled. "Only forward, please. Wherever that takes us."

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