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“Hey there,” the smooth sounding voice on the other end of the phone says, sending a shiver down your spine.

You had seen a flyer on campus for a call in tutoring session a while back and as a joke, you snapped a picture of it for future reference. Well, good thing you did because guess who’s failing chem?

“H-hi,” you hesitate, being completely thrown off by the sound of this guys voice.

“Hello,” he greets again. “Did you need help in a subject, or are you one of those girls who call because they heard I have nice voice?”

“People actually do that? I mean you sound, like a normal guy,” you shrug, fiddling with your pencil.

“I’ve been told my voice is soothing to the ear,” he replies. “Not too deep, but not too high, and with a tone that is both unbothered, yet still attentive.”

“I just meant that you sound familiar, is all,” you scoff a laugh, rolling your eyes at how pretentious he’s sounding.

“I get that a lot,” he chuckles. The sound vibrating through the speaker tickles your ear. “Was there something I could help you with?”

“Oh, right,” you almost forgot why you called in the first place.

Talking you through your chemistry homework like he’s in the same class, he teaches you how to find the compounds and use your graphic calculator with ease. And, yeah, okay, his voice is kind of soothing, but he doesn’t need to know you think that.

“Holy shit, I think I understand now,” you laugh, amazed at how simple it actually is once it was explained in a way you could grasp. “You’re pretty smart aren’t you?” You tease him.

“Well, yeah,” he says, and you can hear him rolling his eyes at your stupid question.

“Okay, nerd,” you playfully insult him.

“This nerd just saved your ass from failing chemistry,” he rebuttals. “And the next time you have to call me for help, I’m charging you. Only the first one’s free.”

“Ugh, fine,” you say, pointedly, ending the call.

~*~

“I can do this,” you say to yourself, trying to motivate yourself into filling out your chemistry study guide. “The exam is open note, so just write the notes, dumbass,” you scold yourself.

Staring down at the equations on the guide, you feel like you’re reading a different language. There’s only one section of the sheet that you actually know and understand and that’s only because That One Nerd on the phone helped you.

Tapping your pencil rapidly on your notebook, you bite your lip. Contemplating whether or not to call him up again to help you through the study guide. But then you think he might have his own midterms to study for and you don’t want to bother him if he’s busy. But then again, he is a nerd and he might not even need to study for his exams. But then, you remember he said he’d have to charge you and you’re dirt ass poor right now until paid day. Glancing over at your piggy bank in the shape of a comically large taco that you glued googly eyes on, you sigh.

“Alright, Señor Save-a-ton,” you say to it, popping out the stopper. “It’s time.”

Letting the coins and cash fall out, you count that you have exactly fifty-two dollars and thirty-eight cents.

“Not bad for half a semester’s worth of pocket change and tips from the cafe,” you say, impressed with yourself.

Grabbing your phone, you scroll to That One Nerd in your contacts and dial his number.

“Back so soon?” He taunts, answering the phone after one ring.

“Alright, I got twenty bucks to spare on your nerd shit, so don’t waste any of my time, okay?” You tell him, not letting him sense the chill you get when he speaks to you like that.

“Is that how you speak to someone who is willing to help you?” He asks, feigning insult.

“Look, I don’t know what your fees are, but I’m spending my emergency taco money on you, so I’m counting on you to help me with this chem guide, so I can pass my midterm and hopefully this class, so I can enjoy my summer break, rather than spend it in summer session,” you whine. “So, can you help me or what?”

With a heavy sigh, he says, “I charge extra for whining.”

“Damn, just add it to my tab,” you laugh. “Alright, no more shooting the shit. Give me that twenty dollars worth of knowledge and let’s do this.”

After helping you through your study guide for an hour on the dot, you smile down at your almost finished worksheet.

“You’re actually really good at this,” you say, genuinely meaning it.

“I know,” he says in a cocky tone, but you tell he’s blushing on the other end.

“It’s kinda scary,” you joke, shoving down the butterflies in your stomach.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “Or I’ll charge you extra for making fun of me.”

“No! Okay, I’m sorry,” you giggle.

“Oh, an apology, how refreshing,” he chuckles.

“Don’t get used to it,” you tell him.

“Well, times up,” he says. “I take cash app or Apple Pay.”

“Alright, nerd, what’s the damage?” You sigh, hoping you’ll have some money left over for actual tacos.

“Text me a picture of your exam grade, and I’ll give you pass,” he says before ending the call.

~*~

You:
[photo of your 92/100 exam score]

That One Nerd:
Well look at that, you passed.

You:
It’s still scary how much I understood it when you explained it

That One Nerd:
What can I say, I’m good at my job.

You:
If this is your job, then why didn’t you take my money?

That One Nerd:
You sounded like you needed it for tacos.

You:
You’re not wrong

~*~

“Wait, how does this work?” You tease, answering an incoming call from That One Nerd. “Do I get to charge you now?”

“I don’t recall you ever actually paying me,” he snides.

“Well, my fee is fifty bucks a minute, so talk fast, nerd,” you joke.

“Alright,” he chuckles. “In that case, I just texted you an address. Meet me there in twenty minutes,” he demands, ending the call.

Glancing down at your call log, you spoke with him for exactly one minute.

“Do I go meet this complete stranger in person, or do I ghost him and never speak to him again?” You ask yourself, weighing your options.

On one hand he could be a creepy old man who preys on young college students. Or he could be total nerd who lives in his mom’s basement and has never met a girl irl.

If you don’t know what he looks like, then he must not know what you look like, so can go, and scope out the people to make sure he’s not some weirdo pervert before you even have to let him know you’re there.

“Damn, maybe I am a genius,” you nod to yourself, checking where he wants to meet. Sighing, you realize he chose to meet at the cafe you work at. “Great,” you smile sarcastically to yourself.

Before you turn the corner to your cafe, you decide to do some reconnaissance.

“Sho!” You whisper into the phone. You called the cafe, to see if your friend and co-barista, Shouyo, can tell you who’s in the store. “Can you look around the shop and tell me if you see any creepy, pervy, looking men who might be waiting for someone?”

“Hey, you,” he says with a smile. “Why’m I lookin’ for a perv in my shop?” He whispers back.

“Sho, please,” you beg. “Just take a look?”

“Alright, hold on,” he says. After a few seconds he returns. “No one really looks like they’re waiting for anyone,” he says with a frown. “Oh wait!” He shushes.

Muffled, you hear him ask if he could get anything started for a customer.

“Oh, okay, this guy just walked in and sat at a table. Didn’t wanna order anything, so, he might be waiting for someone,” he returns with the information.

“Does he look,” waving your hand in the air, you don’t really know how to word it. “Like a weirdo?” You land on.

“No,” Sho says pointy. “Hes tall, and blond, and if I was single, I’d hit that,” he jokes. “Wait why? Is this a blind date?”

“Thanks Sho, see you in bit,” you say, quickly ending the call.

Now you’re nervous. The way Sho described him, he sounds hot, and you’re not really feeling on par. Glancing down at your scuffed up doc martens, ripped jeans, and lame oversized anime tee shirt, you catch your reflection in the window of the shop across the alley. Your hair is pinned up in messy space buns and your eyeliner is bright purple. He might be unimpressed or even, repulsed at the sight of you. You know you’re not some Barbie doll, but you’re definitely not everyone’s cup of tea.

“I, too, am a broke college student who doesn’t have another fifty bucks laying around to talk to you on the phone,” he jokes as you answer his call. In your silence on the other end, he clears his throat. “That’s why I asked to meet a cafe, so I can spend four bucks on shitty coffee, instead.”

“It’s not shitty!” You take offense. “We get boxes delivered from Ethiopia or somewhere,” you tell him.

“Wait, you work here?” He asks, shocked.

“Y-no,” you lie, forgetting that he’s a stranger and you probably shouldn’t have divulged that information so easily.

“Are you here?” He asks quietly, the sound of the door chime echoing over the phone and around the corner from him exiting the cafe.

Quickly stepping behind the large containers in the alley, you hide from his view as you see him slowly walk passed you.

“N-no, I’m in my very secure apartment,” you lie, again, stuttering at the sight of his back to you.

He’s tall, and blond, with nerdy glasses and a strong looking back that stretches his dark blue tee at his broad shoulders as he holds his phone to his ear. His slim waist and thick thighs fit his jeans well, and you can’t help but stare at him as you crouch down in your hiding spot.

Accidentally knocking over an empty can, catching his attention, his golden eyes land on you, and smirk pulls as the corner of his lip.

“You’re cuter than you sound,” he teases, walking up to you as you gaze into his bright eyes.

Ending the call, he shoves his phone in his front packet.

“You must be Sassy Chem Girl,” he says, holding out his large hand for you to shake.

Smiling at his nickname for you, you grasp his hand, firmly, to assert yourself.

“And you must be That One Nerd,” you smirk at him.

“Kei,” he laughs, rolling his eyes at you, still shaking your hand.

“Y/N,” you nod, glancing down at your clasped hands. “You already owe me, fifty bucks. I’ll have to charge you double if you keep holding my hand like that,” you tease, falling into your normal banter.

Still holding your hand, he smiles down at you. “I have some cash,” he shrugs.

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“Ya know,” you whisper into the phone. “I never understood people with voice kinks.”

“Are you saying, my voice turns you on?” He says in a breathy tone, and you can hear his stupid smirk through the speaker.

“What if it does?” You playfully confess.

The spring semester is finally over and while you two have been casually seeing each other since that day at the cafe, it has never been more than a few make out sessions behind the old encyclopedias in the library or quick coffee dates after your shift at the cafe.

Most of your dates are spent on the phone in the dark of the night, hidden under your comforter, listening to him talk about whatever the hell he wants, just so you can hear his voice.

“Is that why you call me every night?” He asks, in a husky voice.

“Not the only reason,” you smile. “But it helps.”

He hums, the sound tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine like it always does.

“Hey,” you bite your lip. “Wanna try something?”

“Depends what it is,” he drawls.

“Wanna try…phone sex?” You ask, covering your head with your blankets in embarrassment.

“No,” he says flatly.

“Oh, come on!” You whine. “You know you wanna,” you coax him in a teasing voice.

“You just want exploit my sexy voice, and I will not be used,” he plays. “I am a businessman, not a whore for your pleasure.”

You laugh at his refusal, giggling at how ridiculous he sounds.

“You can call me your whore if you want,” you purr at him once you’ve sobered.

You hear him sigh, deeply. Possibly contemplating your proposal. “I’m not gonna tell you how my cock just twitched in my pants,” he says. “But that was kinda hot.”

“Yeah?” You mewl, pushing further. “You wanna call me a little slut, and tell me what to do to myself?”

Just the way his breath shakes over the phone makes your whole body tingle and you feel your warmth pool between your legs. Slowly dragging your hand down your body, you imagine his fingers touching you.

“Are you, touching yourself right now?” He breaths, his voice thick with lust.

“Mhmm,” you hum, biting your lip, inching your fingers down your panties to your heat.

“Fuuck,” he breathes. “Are you wet just from my voice?”

“Yes,” you moan, feeling your fingertips press against your throbbing clit. Gasping at the sudden pressure and you hear him groan in your ear, fueling your need for more. “Tell me what you want me to do to myself,” you pant, needing to hear him command you on how he wants you to pleasure yourself.

“You want me to get you off?” He hums. “Hmm, my little slut?”

“Yes, please, I need it,” you whine, wanting to rub slow circles in your clit, but not doing anything until he tells you.

“You’re aching for me to tell you what to do, aren’t you?” He teases you, but you can hear his voice trembling.

“Yes, you damn nerd,” you grunt through your teeth, getting impatient. “Fucking come on!”

“Mmm, just wait a minute,” he hums, and you can hear the smirk on his lips.

“Asshole,” you breathe, your hole is dripping in anticipation.

“Fine. Rub your juicy little clit for me,” he purrs, finally giving into your whining. “Is that what you wanted?” His breath hitches in throat when he hears you whimper.

“Fuck, yes,” you groan, bringing yourself to the edge of your orgasm. “Are you, touching yourself?” You pant, arching your back off your bed as you slowly rub your fingers through your wet slit.

“Have been,” he groans.

Just the thought of him with his lip between his teeth, his eyes closed, picturing you touching yourself as he pulls at his long cock. The image makes you moan and you can hear him gasp in your ear.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Your moans are so fucking hot,” he grunts.

“I wanna cum, Kei,” you whimper, swirling your fingertips into your hot, wet pussy.

“Yeah, fuck yourself with your fingers, you little slut,” he grinds. “Say name when you cum, baby.”

The grunts and groans he makes in your ear twists the tight pit in your stomach, building your orgasm with each whimper he makes.

“Kei, I’m so close,” you squeak, almost reaching the spot deep inside of you with your middle finger.

“I am too,” he whines. “Please, I wish I could taste your sweet little cunt as you cum on my face.”

Just the thought of his tongue licking at your throbbing lips as you fiercely rub your clit, has you moaning his name. Cumming in your panties, your whole body trembles, your voice quivering and whimpering while your orgasm pulses through you.

“Ahh, Kei, fuck!” You shutter, slowing the pace of your fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Panting, you melt into your bed. “I want your cock in my mouth so bad, Kei,” you pant, helping him reach his climax now that you’ve released the pressure inside of you.

“Ahh, fuuck,,” he groans, his voice shaking when he says your name. “So c-close.”

“Stroke yourself for me, Kei,” you whisper to him, hearing him panting. “That’s right, just the tip now, imagine my lips on your fat cock, baby,” you tease him.

“A-ahh, yeah,” he whimpers.

You know he’s so close. His lip caught in his teeth, eyes scrunched closed as his hand furiously jerks himself at your demands.

“You wanna fuck my mouth, Kei?”

“Y-yeah, wanna fuck your pretty little mouth, so fucking bad,” he whines.

“Cum for me, Kei,” you coax him, feeling your sensitive pussy throb at the image of him cumming to your voice. “Cum in my mouth, let me taste you.”

“Hngg, fuuck, I’m cumming,” he strains, stripes of white painting his stomach as he squeezes the tip of his cock. “Fuck,” he pants, gulping down his breaths.

“You liked it didn’t you?” You tease him.

“I-“ he breathes, still catching his breath. “When can I see you? N-need you so fucking bad,” he begs.

“You’ll have to wait til after you visit your family for the week,” you smirk, relishing in his need for you after making him cum.

Groaning in annoyance, you hear sounds of his sheets rustling and a jingling of keys.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, curiously.

“I’m coming over,” he says, matter of factly.

“Wha-Kei, it’s like two in the morning!” You protest.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted my cock in your mouth?”

That shuts you up. Feeling your heart race at his comment, you roll your eyes at his obvious smirk.

“Fine, but if you miss your train in the morning, you better not blame me, asshole,” you gripe.

“See you soon,” he smiles into the phone, ending the call.

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Laying in bed as you wait for him, you smile to yourself.

“Got him so worked up, he has to come over in the middle of the night,” you chuckle. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

Flicking the light on and catching a glimpse of yourself in your old, baggy pajama shirt and basketball shorts, you grimace at your reflection. Quickly searching for a cuter outfit, you settle on just wearing your pink panties and a cropped tank top that fits just a little too tight and hugs your curves and tits just enough that you’ll know he’ll drool at the sight of you.

Finally, you hear him knock quietly on your door.

Slowly inching it open, you see his pupils dilate behind his glasses when he sees you. Scooping you up into his arms, he lifts you up into the air, mouthing at your neck as he kicks your door closed behind him.

“If this is what you look like before bed, I’m going to lose my mind every single night,” he huffs into your cleavage, setting you down as he sits at the edge of your bed.

Giggling at his sudden outburst, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you.

“Shut up and fuck me,” you tease, smashing your mouth to his in deep passionate kiss.

“I thought you liked listening to my voice?” He teases, tilting his chin up at you.

“Fuck you, you can’t hold that against me when you’re the one who literally ran over here after cumming, just from me telling you want to do,” you say to him, forcing him to lay back on your bed as you tower over him.

“You’re so fucking hot when you bully me, you know that?” He pants underneath you.

“Is that why you fell for me, nerd? Because I tell you how it is?”

Leaning down, you bite his bottom lip, pulling it just until you hear him whimper in pain. Your pussy is already wet from just the sounds he makes and how beautiful he looks underneath you, that the thought of controlling him makes your whole body tingle with need.

“You want me tell you want to do, Kei? What to do to me?” You ask, sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him as you sink down his body, trailing kisses over his shirt down to the waist of his grey sweats.

“Fuck y-yeah,” he sighs, nodding his head as he licks lips at you.

How this turned into you dominating over him, you don’t know, but you don’t care. It’s so incredibly hot seeing him fall apart in your hands as you slowly pull down his sweats. His hard cock bouncing free in front of your face is bigger than you imagined it. Longer and thicker than your own dildo, you feel your mouth watering at the sight of it.

“Let me suck your cock, Kei,” you beg him, nudging the length of his cock with the side of your face.

“Fuck, open your mouth, baby,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek to shove his thumb in your between your lips, opening your jaw as you hover over his tip.

Wrapping your lips around his thick cock, your eyes flutter closed and you moan around him. Repeating himself over and over with “god, fuck, yeahhhh’s,” he pulls at his hair, watching as you bob your head up and down his length.

Bending his knees up and pushing his thick, muscular thighs up towards his chest, you slide down the edge of the bed, devilishly grinning up at him as you messily lap at his balls, dragging your tongue up his shaft and taking in as much of his cock as you can. Gagging on him, the lewd sounds your mouth is making have him shaking as you bend him in half, greedily choking on him as he cums hard all over your tongue and down your throat.

“Fuckfuckholyfuck,” he gasps. His large hands grasping at your hair, his thick thighs squeezing around your neck as you swallow him down. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman, where the fuck did you learn that?” He pants, his body melting into your bedsheets after having the life sucked out of him, literally.

Shaking your head, you don’t know where that came from. You just wanted him so badly, your body just took over and gave him the best head of his life.

“I just wanted to hear you lose your mind over me,” you huff, smiling innocently at him.

“You’re amazing,” he breathes, in complete awe of your duality. “Now, lay down,” he growls.

Doing as you’re told, you crawl up your bed, laying back into your pillows, waiting for further instruction from him.

Seeing your nipples peak through your tiny tank top at him he demands you to “take off that slutty fucking shirt.”

His hands slide up your ribs, peeling the right fabric off your body as you lift your arms for him to discard the shirt. In an instant, his mouth is on your breasts, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin as he presses you back into your bed.

“Aaah, Kei,,” you moan, biting your lip as you gaze down at his mouth on you. Running your fingers through his hair, he growls at you when you pull the strands a little too rough.

His glasses are cold against your skin, pressing red marks into his cheeks as he buries his face in your cleavage. Licking a stripe up your chest, he groans into the crook of your neck. The vibrations tickling you as he hums with each press of his lips on you.

Your greedy hands slide up and down his strong back. Scratching his skin lightly with your nails, he moans at the feeling.

“I’ve been craving you ever since you called me that night,” he harshly whispers in your ear.

Grabbing your wrists, he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, making you gasp at how rough he’s handling you. His other hand easily pulls your soaking panties off your legs and he trails his fingertips lightly over your thighs, teasing you. Bending low, he hover his mouth over yours, his fingers slowly sliding through your slick between your legs, as he swallows your moans.

“Look at you,” he breathes against your lips. “Aching for me touch you, shaking with need.”

“Fuck you,” you breathe, your eyes fluttering as he dips his middle into your hot cunt, graining as he inches his way deeper into you.

“You want my mouth on you, don’t you, you little slut?”

“Ah-yes, Kei,” you squeak, squirming underneath him.

Releasing your arms, he lays flat on his stomach between your legs, spreading your thighs open while his finger fucks you. Holding your gaze, he pulls his finger of your hole and brings it up to his mouth. Licking you off of himself, he smirks up at you.

“You taste better than I could’ve imagined,” he hums.

Sticking his tongue out, he slowly inches his way towards your glistening clit. Your chest heaving, you stare down at him over your breasts, your fingers caught on your lip and hand bunching the sheets at your hip in anticipation of his mouth on you.

“Fuck!” You shout when he presses his flat tongue into your folds, flicking your bundle of nerves at the top.

Swirling his tongue inside of you, you moan his name over and over, lifting your hips to give him a better angle. His fingers squeeze your wet lips and rub your juicy clit, while his mouth sucks at you, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Aah, K-Kei, fuck, more please,” you beg him not to stop.

Pushing your legs up to your chest with his forearms, he uses his fingers to spread open your tight little pussy, licking every fold and sucking on each lip as you arch your back at the sensation. Completely open and exposed to him, he spits into your hole, adding more to your already slick entrance.

“Can I?” He pants against your thigh, his lips dragging on your skin as he speaks. “I need to feel you,” he begs, one of his hands already tugging roughly at his hard again cock.

“Hurry up, then,” you bully him with a smirk. Barely holding yourself together as your orgasm lingers on the brink from just his mouth.

“You’re such a bitch,” he laughs.

“Takes one to know one, asshole,” you yelp, his hands yanking you down the bed to meet his hips.

Hovering over you, he lines his tip up with you entrance, gently pressing into you as he stares down at you through his crooked glasses. Hearing you gasp at him stretching you open, he falls to his elbows, latching onto your throat as he sucks at your skin.

Your nails dig into his hips as he slowly bottoms out into you, holding himself there as your walls flutter around him. Gasping for air, you nudge him to look at you. Holding your gaze as he his soft eyes pierce into you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, brushing your hair behind your ear. He’s gentle with you as he slowly drags his cock in and out of you, easing you open.

Gasping at every slow thrust he makes, you see his eyes dance across your face, taking in every reaction you make to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Can I go faster?” He asks, sweetly.

“Please, Kei,” you beg. “Fuck me.”

As sweet and gentle as he was, you really just want him to pound into your tight little cunt, bully his dick inside of you and have you begging to cum on him.

So, you tell him what you want and watch as his eyes darken, and his hips snap into you fast and hard, pushing your body up the bed with each thrust.

“Is that what you want?” He grunts. “Is that what your little cunt wants?”

“Yes!” You scream, his cock hitting the deep spot inside of you that you can never reach on your own. “Right there!”

Wrapping your thighs around his waist, you pull him down on top of you, pressing him deeper into you as your heels dig into his ass.

“Don’t stop, Kei,” you grunt. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

Slamming into you, his hips smacking against your skin, you feel his balls slap against your ass and you scream out how close you are.

“Please, Kei,” you beg. “I want to cum on your cock,” you moan in his ear.

“F-Fuck,” he curses at your begging, lifting you up into his arms, he sits you on his cock. “I’m g-gonna cum inside y-you!”

“Yes, Kei!” You scream as his dick twitches inside of you and you feel his warm cum filling you up. Your orgasm rips through you as you tighten around his throbbing cock. Both of your bodies clenching and holding each other tightly as you cum together.

Panting in each other ears, you feel yourself melt into his strong arms still holding you. Gently laying you back down, he slides himself out of you, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

“You better not fall asleep,” you scold him. “You have a train to catch, in two hours, mister.”

“‘M not goin’ anywhere,” he pants. Shaking his head against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you closer.

“Listen to me,” you tell him, making him peek an eye open up at you. “You’re going to go home, and see your family,” you instruct him, gaining a groan from him. “And then,” you laugh. “In one week, you’re going to come back here and fuck my brains out, every single night. Understand?”

“Y-yes, m’am,” he gulps.

“Good boy,” you smile at him, taking his glasses off his face and kissing his forehead. “Now, take a quick nap. I’ll drive you to the station in a hour.”

“You’re so mean to me,” he yawns, snuggling into your side.

“You deserve it, nerd,” you whisper into his hair, feeling him smile against your skin.