Oneeeshotsss (mostly Dailtown brainrot)

Edge {Rangingi smut}

(Sorry its dialog heavy and lowkey bad, i wanted to finish it tonight)

3rd POV, 4:00 pm, Friday.

Gingi flopped back onto the bed of randys apartment, smirking as he dialed the local hotline. He had a mission. See having Gingi alone for a long time is not a good idea. Ring. Gingi flipped onto his stomach, going over his plan again, one more time. Ring. Get randy flustered. Ring. Edge him. Ring. Reward him.

"H-Hey! This is Randy Jade, and I'm feeling R-Randy for you!" Muttered the shy man through the phone. He then apologized, explaining how his manager forces him to say that.

"Hey, Hon." Gingi cooed into the phone casually, kicking his weird-ass green feet behind him.

"P-Phoneginig? H-Hello! M-my sweet! Oh- I'm so glad its you, I don't want to "dirty talk" another crusty man. Other than you, I-I guess?" Randy muttered, sighing softly in relief.

"Hey Randy, where are you right now?" Phonegingi asked, out of nowhere.

"O-Oh! My job! Just ya know, checking emails and stuff! W-why?" Randy replied, putting the phone between his shoulder and neck and typing with his free hands. Gingi grinned. Perfect.

"I'm in your bed right now, Randy. I found onea your shirts, wearing it" Gingi said, playing with the hem of the shirt, not particularly loving the clothes, but snuggling into the smell of his boyfriend. Randy felt himself blush softly, smiling picturing the image, then got slightly concerned if he had to was his sheets when he got home. He replied with 'Thats cute' and continued to type.

"Randy I want you to palm yourself." Gingi stated, casually and firmly, making randy sputter and flush.

"H-Hon! I-I'm at work- what if- I can't I-" Randy mumbled out, crossing his legs, slightly shuddering at the thought. He bit his lip and thought it over.

"I mean if you really want I guess I could hang up, just leaving you with that. I know your into this, Randy." Gingi said, smirking. He heard Randy hum, then fabric shuffling.

"O-okay, I-am." Randy whispered into the phone, softly teasing himself through the fabric of his jeans. He gulped and looked around, keeping and eye on everything and everyone. He was now happy how he had his own private cubicle.

"Good boy, Randy. Don't make any noises now, or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me, won't they?" Gingi said, sitting up and also palming himself, getting turned on. He heard a soft barely audible whimper at the names, and smirked.

"I-I won't, sir." Randy replied, slowly coming undone, relaxing into the chair as he felt himself harden.

"Are you turned on Randy? Do you like the control I have over you?" Phone gingi asked, Knowing the answer.

"Fu-Yes, Sir." He replied, trying to be as discreet as he could. Randy began to want more, want touch and softly whined into the phone.

"Randy, I want you to put your hands in your pants, rub your dick through your boxers." Gingi ordered, Getting a hum, and soft whimper. Randy bit onto his free hand, still looking all around himself. Randy was now incredibly turned on. Knowing at any minute someone could spot him made him flustered, and being ordered around didn't help him stay clear-headed.

"G-Gingi, please, I- I need to-" Randy sighed shakily, biting onto his hand again.

"What, Randy? What is it you need?" Phonegingi asked, smirking and starting to jack off, groaning softly.

"T-To touch- It, Sir, please." Randy begged, trying to keep his voice steady. Phonegingi chuckled into the phone, teasing Randy.

"Aw, does my little whore need release? Guess what Randy, I'm in charge. I get to tell you when. Slip your hand under your underwear but don't touch your dick. Not until I say so." Phonegingi replied, with a condescending tone. Randy shuddered, almost finishing from the degradation. He agreed and did as told, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He sat there for almost minute, before Phonegingi told him to slowly rub his penis. Randy did. His breath hitched and he cussed under his breath.

"F-Fuck, Phonegingi, That's good." He whispered, shivering at the slow pace.

"Such a good whore. Keep going randy. Go faster." Phonegingi said, urging him to go on. Randy did, he gripped the edge of his seat as his back arched up off the chair. Randy gasped, pleasure travelling in waves across his body, making his toes curl.

"M-more- I- Need- P- N-Ngh~" Randy sputtered out, the last moan a little loud. Phonegingi nodded.
"Go faster randy. Tell me when your going to cum, Slut." Phonegingi told him enjoying the show as he leaned back on the bed. And so randy did. He struggled to not to yell out Phonegingis name, or yell at all. He felt the pleasure building getting better every second. He was so so close. Just a bit more.

"I-Im g-gonna- Ngh-" Randy whispered, panting.

"Stop touching yourself. Don't cum, don't you dare cum." Randy whined, loudly and stopped.

"I-I was- Ngh- Please sir, I need to- I can't-" Randy muttered, tears brimming his eyes as he squeezed his legs together, craving friction on his hard dick.

"You were so good, Randy. I'm sorry. If you don't touch yourself until you get home i promise I'll give you the time of your life, we can do anything you want. Love." Phonegingi cooed through the phone, softly. Randy sighed, realizing what happened.
"O-okay. Your mean. I gotta- hide this all day. Fuck, please blow out my back when i get home." Randy muttered through the phone and Phonegingi smirked.

"Your wish is my command~"