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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, dirty talk

AN: in phonebooth , this character doesn’t have a name. So between @illiana-mystery and I, we came up with Charles. Sorry not sorry this’ll be long.

I hurried through the apartment to get to the phone. Picking it up, I took a deep breath before answering.

“hello?” I asked. It was quiet on the other end for a second before someone started talking.

“hello (Y/N).” I paused and tried to rack my brain to put a name to the voice.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

“No but I know you.” The man chuckled on the other end. I curled the phone cord around my finger. “Now you’re wondering how I know you.”

“something like that.” I said. “You from work? Or school?” I might not have known who it was but based off the voice I was hearing on the other end I wanted to know him.

“neither.” The man said. There was a pause on the other end. “You aren’t scared by this?”

“nah. Most excitement I’ve had in a while.” I confessed. “So you know my name. What do I call you?”

“Charles.” The man said. I smiled to myself.

“so whatcha calling me for Charles?” I asked. Turning the corner, I sat down on the couch and propped up my feet up on the table in front of me.

“to find out what you’re wearing.” I blushed at the tone he used. “I’ve seen you around. And whatever you’re wearing is too much. Everything should be on the floor…right now.” I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled the phone away from my ear.

“look Charles I’m not sure who you are or why you’re calling but if you want that kind of conversation, there are numbers you can call. Or better yet places you can go.” I hissed.

“oh come on (Y/N)…” Charles chuckled.

“no listen to me Charles. Im not some booty call and I’m not providing that kind of service. So good night and good luck.” I growled and hung up. Grabbing my coat, I left my apartment. Shaking my head, I went to the bookstore down the street. “Hey Dean.” I called as I walked in.

“my favorite customer!” Dean yelled as he came out from the back room. I waited for him to round the corner before hugging the little old man. “What brings you around?”

“what always brings me around Dean?” I laughed. Dean smiled at me and ushered me through the store to where he put the new releases. “You don’t have to escort me every time I come in here Dean.” He shook his head and patted my shoulder.

“you know there’s plenty of unsavory types round these parts.” Dean said as he walked back towards the counter. I did my browsing and went to check out. “Be safe out there (Y/N).” I nodded as Dean kissed my cheek.

“I do my best Dean. See ya next week!” I waved at him as I left the store. I noticed someone round the corner across the street but shrugged it off. I went back to my apartment and spent the night reading. The next morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. “Hello?” I rubbed my eyes as I struggled to wake up.

“that was a very lovely outfit you were wearing yesterday (Y/N).” Charles’ voice made me sigh quietly and rubbed my forehead.

“I thought I told you not to call here for that.” I complained. Charles chuckled and I could hear a door close on his end.

“and I thought I told you that i wasn’t calling for that.” Charles shot back. “I just want to have a talk with you.” I paused. “(Y/N)?”

“fine Charles. As long as you keep it clean.” I finally responded. I went about making a cup of coffee as I waited for him to start talking.

“what did you buy on your little trip yesterday?” He asked. I leaned against the counter and furrowed my eyebrows.

“how do you know about that?” I asked. “You following me Charles?” The man is question laughed and I could imagine him shaking his head.

“what makes you think that?” He asked. Rolling my eyes, I poured myself a cup.

“I never mentioned leaving for a trip when I hung up yesterday. So either you’re following me or…” I trailed off with a laugh.

“or what?” Charles asked.

“or you’re a great mind reader.” I finished. Charles laughed and mumbled something.

“if I’m a mind reader, then you’ll be happy to know that I’m imagining how you look this morning. How’s that cup of coffee?” I paused with the cup raised halfway to my lips.

“Pretty good.” I said, glancing at my window and backing away slightly.

“nice shorts. Bet they’d look better on my floor.” Charles murmured and I yelped before hanging up the phone. Quickly closing my blinds, I pressed a hand to my chest and willed my heart to stop pounding. I grabbed the phone again and called the police. But they didn’t do me any good. Without a phone number or evidence that this man was following me and peeping in my windows there wasn’t much they could do to prove I wasn’t prank calling them. The calls went on for a couple weeks, always a nice conversation until Charles would make a comment that leaned towards indecent.

“for fucks sake.” I groaned as I got dressed for work. “I need to buy caller ID after this.” I headed to work and tried to keep my mind off Charles and his phone calls. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, i kind of liked the way he talked to me. He hadn’t been incredibly vulgar but I still liked the idea of him saying those kinds of things to me. Bitting my lip, I wondered where it would go if I didn’t hang up on him. Resolving myself, I promised myself I’d play along tonight and see what happened when I matched Charles in his own game. When I got home, I frowned as the night went on and the phone didn’t ring. I laid in bed and stared at the extension I had bought the other day. I started to drift off when the phone finally rang. “Charles?” I asked when I picked it up. There was a chuckle on the other end and I rolled onto my back with a smile. “Hi.”

“hi.” He said. “You sound happy to hear me. Any particular reason?” I rested my hand on my stomach and chuckled.

“Shit day at work. Shit day in general.” I said. Charles hummed in response. “These calls are becoming the best part of my day lately.”

“best part huh?” He asked. I made a noise of agreement. “I’ve never been the best part of someone’s day before.”

“ah well…” I laughed nervously. “You are. Despite everything…” Charles chuckled.

“yeah. About that…” I cut him off.

“Charles?” I said.

“yes?” He sounded nervous for the first time since we started talking.

“I think I’ve figured out what this is.” There was a noise on the other end of the line that sounded like Charles was rubbing his neck or scratching his cheek.

“and what do you think this is?” He asked, voice dropping in volume.

“two lonely people finding comfort in each other.” I offered. Charles sighed.

“yes.” He breathed out. “Yeah. That’s exactly what this is.” I smiled in spite of myself and closed my eyes. “Want to tell me about your shit day?”

“sure.” I mumbled as I started talking about what had happened. My heart soared when he jumped in at all the right moments, saying all the right things. Smiling to myself, I sighed in contentment as the story came to a close. “So Charles…what are you wearing?” Charles sputtered as I smirked to myself.

“I…what…huh?” His voice jumped and I started to laugh slightly. “That’s…you don’t…what’s with the change?”

“like I said shit day. And you sound like an attractive guy who is clearly interested in me…” I trailed off. Charles cleared his throat. “Kinda feels like what’s the harm in it?”

“I…I…I understand that.” Charles forced out.

“I’m sorry.” I dragged a hand down my face, finally getting it through my lust addled brain that all it had been was some fun teasing. There hadn’t exactly been anything behind it. Just another lonely person on the other end of the phone. “I shouldn’t have…”

“no!” Charles cried. “It’s fine. Just…I’m not used to it honestly.” He sighed and I heard something hit a table. “I can dish it out but sometimes I don’t expect it to be returned.”

“I get that.” I whispered. “I’ll stop.”

“like I said it’s fine.” Charles said, his voice hanging with the unspoken prompt. “What would you say if I said I only have on my boxers?” I chuckled and blushed.

“I’d say you’re well ahead of me.” I teased. “I’m still in my pajamas.” Charles chuckled and I toyed with the hem of my pants.

“what are you waiting for then?” I started to laugh as Charles chuckled. “I bet you look sexy spread out on your bed. Nothing on.” I bit back a moan as I kicked my pants away off the bed. Pulling the phone away slightly, I pulled off my shirt.

“I bet you look even better.” I shot back in time to hear Charles groan. “Tell me Charles, get to the gym often?” Charles paused for a second before I heard him answer.

“fairly often.” He responded. “Can bench quite a bit.” I started to laugh.

“Charles, you can tell me the truth.” I said. The sound of a heavy sigh made me pause and feel back. “You don’t…”

“would that matter to you?” He asked suddenly. I shrugged even though I knew he couldn’t see it.

“not really.” I said. “I’m not into guys who are overly muscular. In terms of body type I like a guy I can lay on. As long as your chest isnt…” I trailed off looking for the right response.

“hard?” Charles offered. “I can confirm that I’m not overly muscular and there’s enough cushion on me that it’s comfortable.” I ran a hand down my face.

“I don’t mean it to sound…” I started and Charles chuckled.

“no. it’s fine. I get it. Not everyone’s type is me.” Charles said softly. “Anyway. How far along are you on getting your pajamas off?” It was my turn to laugh.

“kicked them off a while ago. How’s the boxers?” I started to rub myself, reveling in his voice and the soft tone it had taken on.

“tight.” Charles groaned as his breathing picked up. “Fuck. Shit. That’s better.” His voice pitched up and I bit back a moan as I picked up my pace. His grunts and groans egged me on.

“Charles.” I moaned. “Are you big? Like on a scale from are you kidding me to holy shit you’re gonna rip me in half?” Charles moaned loudly and I had to stifle my own.

“some…somewhere in the…the middle…I’d…say.” Charles ground out. “Oh fuck. (Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N).” He chanted. I moaned and felt my orgasm wash over me.

“oh fuck. Charles.” I whined as I came. As I started to come down, I started to giggle. Charles panted into the phone. “Can’t believe I just did that. We…just did that.” Charles let out an airy laugh.

“would you believe it if I said that I haven’t done this before?” Charles said softly. I smiled as I stared up at my ceiling.

“that’s alright.” I said. “First time for everything.” Charles sighed.

“Yeah.” He breathed out. “I mean it’s not like…I’ve had…” Charles laughed quietly. “I’ve had sex before. I just haven’t done it over the phone.” I laughed at his clear nervousness.

“I knew what you meant Charles.” I chuckled. There was quiet on the other end for a while. “It’s late Charles. I’m going out with some people tomorrow. Talk to you tomorrow night?” There was hope in my voice as I asked the question, making my heart beat a little faster as I put the ball in Charles’ court.

“tomorrow night.” Charles confirmed. “Good night (Y/N).” I smiled as I closed my eyes.

“good night Charles.” I responded before hanging up the phone. I went to bed after getting dressed again with a smile on my face. The next morning, I stretched and smiled when I saw my phone sitting next to the bed. “Til tonight Charles.” I mused as I went about my morning routine.

My friend showed up a few hours later to pick me up. The group of us were going out for lunch and hanging out like we hadn’t in a while. By the end of it, I was exhausted and slightly drained. I hugged everyone goodbye and one of my friends kissed me on the cheek. I blushed as I headed back towards my apartment, shaking my head at his actions. He wouldn’t get it through his head that I did not think of him that way at all. My mind drifted to Charles and how I wouldn’t mind him kissing my cheek. I smiled softly to myself as I started to put away the things I had bought on the shopping trip. Musing to myself, I stripped and was about to turn on the shower when there was a knock at the door. Frowning, I paused and when there wasn’t another knock I started moving about the bathroom again. There was another knock, this time more insistent. I grabbed my bathrobe and pulled it on, sighing as I trudged to the door. Opening it, I squeaked in protest as the man on the other side gently pushed me back into my apartment. He kissed me forcefully and I pushed him back.

“who the fuck are you?” I cried when I had put some space between us.

“oh come on (Y/N).” The man said. My eyes went wide as I recognized the voice. “You know me.”

“Charles.” I whispered as he drew me close again. His hands fell to my waist and he tried to draw me back into a kiss. I put my hands on his chest, making him pause. “What are you…how did you…?” I started. Charles smiled at me.

“You know I’ve been watching you. Following you.” Charles said, cocking his head at me. “How hard is it to believe that I would know where you live?” My heart sank for a second before Charles started rubbing his thumb over my hip. “Look you have every reason to be nervous…” he paused for a second and his eyes flickered around my living room behind his glasses. “Scared…of me…” I shook my head and leaned in, pressing my lips to his. Charles dug his fingers into my robe as I moved my hands up to his shoulders.

“I’m not.” I said, scanning his eyes. “I promise I’m not. Maybe when you first started calling and I realized what was going on. But not now.” I shook my head as I cupped his cheeks. “Not of you.” Charles nodded as he ducked his head to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and pulled him tight against me.

“then you’ll know I saw that guy kiss your cheek.” Charles whispered as he pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine. “Got a boyfriend? Someone you’ve been hiding from me?” I shook my head.

“no. That was just a friend who doesn’t understand it’s not him I want.” Charles’ eyes flashed and I leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back.

“who is it you want?” He asked, tone deep and even. I smiled at him and tightened my grip on him.

“you Charles.” I breathed out. “I want you.” Charles crashed his mouth against mine and I let him pick me up, carrying me through my apartment and into my bedroom. At this point, I didn’t care that he knew the layout. I just cared about the man between my legs, kissing me like his life depended on it. “Charles. Please.” I whined as he set me on my bed, pulling off his jacket and starting to work on his belt. He smiled at me, both soft and predatory at the same time.

“patience (Y/N).” He whispered as he leaned over my, letting me hook my fingers into his dress shirt and start undoing the buttons. One by one they slipped free and I was able to slip it over his shoulders. Charles slipped his belt free at the same time and let both it and the shirt fall to my floor. I smiled at him as I ran my hands over the tshirt still covering his chest. Kissing me deeply, Charles reached for the belt on my robe. He pulled on it and I let the robe fall open. Charles hummed appreciatively as he pulled back. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. Licking my lips, I scanned his torso. Charles shifted under my gaze and I bit my lip at the way the muscles moved beneath the surface. “I know I said…” sitting up, I kissed him deeply.

“perfect.” I whispered, running my fingers through his chest hair. “Absolutely perfect. My perfect man.” Charles whimpered as I gently scratched him with my nails.

“your perfect…I like that.” He breathed out. “I like the sound of that a lot.” I smiled up at him as he pushed his trousers down, toeing off his shoes before letting his pants pool at his feet. Charles cupped my cheeks and gently pushed me backwards as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him as he settled between my legs. “For the record, I want you too.” I let out an airy laugh as Charles pushed down his underwear before pausing again. “Are you sure about this? Once I start…” I reached up and brushed my fingers through his hair. Charles watched me closely as my eyes scanned over him. I gasped slightly as I stared at his dick. “What?” Charles asked, stomach tensing as he followed my gaze downward. “Oh.”

“Charles you lied to me.” I said, tone playful as I made eye contact with him. He made a noise in the back of his throat and I hurriedly leaned up to kiss him. “You’re above the middle of that scale. Not quite rip me in half but definitely more than I thought and you let on.” Charles hummed before kissing me again.

“ready?” He asked. I nodded and he sank into me. We both moaned and my nails dug into his shoulder. “Oh fuck (Y/N).” He groaned. “Fuck. Better than my hand. For sure.” I whimpered at the comment.

“Charles.” I whined. He peppered my face with kisses as I buried a hand in his hair. “Please.” My head fell back as he slowly started to thrust and he took it as an open invitation to press kisses along the nearly discovered flesh.

“you’re wish is my command.” He breathed out as he ground his hips into mine. “The things…I’ve imagined…doing to you.” He murmured as I tugged on his hair.

“we’ll get to them.” I moaned. “Just…oh fuck…” Charles smirked against my throat as I scrambled to get a hold on Charles’ back. “Right there Charles. There. Please. Please.”

“take it. Take it.” He chanted as he pulled back to kneel on the bed, pulling my hips up to meet each of his thrusts. “So good. So good for me.”

“yes. Yes.” I panted. “Charles! Oh god Charles!” My vision went white as I came, my body going limp as Charles manhandled me. He chased his own high, panting above me as I moaned, feeling a second orgasm building as overstimulation started to follow.

“(Y/N).” Charles groaned. “Fuck yes. (Y/N).” Charles came the same time I did. Collapsing on top of me, I reached up and gently pulled his glasses off. Charles squinted at me as he rolled onto his side, slipping out of me in the process. “Wow.” He whispered as I settled on the pillow with him, noses brushing.

“that’s an understatement.” I laughed. Charles smiled as he settled his hand on my hip.

“if you’ll let me, I’d like to do that again.” He offered. I smiled softly at him.

“on three conditions.” I said. Charles nodded frantically. “First, you stop watching me. It was a little unnerving. You knowing the layout of my apartment when you’ve only stepped foot in it today is a little worrying.” Charles nodded.

“I do apologize for that.” He said, eyes scanning over my face.

“second, you don’t cheat on me. Or do this with anyone else.” Charles nodded again. “And third, whatever it is you do, don’t get caught by the police.” Charles leaned forward to kiss me.

“I promise. On all counts.” Charles brushed my hair out of my face. I blushed gently as I reached up to cup his cheek.

“my perfect man.” I mused as I pulled him in for another kiss. Charles blushed as he rolled me onto my back and deepened the kiss. “I think I could get used to this.” Charles nodded in agreement as he thrust back into me to start round two.

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