the hacker. (bxb).

four.

alone.
(three weeks later)

*NOTE: THIS PART WILL HAVE MORE DIALOGUE*

i came home on a thursday afternoon, feeling sluggish. my eyes are tired af, and holding 2 books just makes even worse. i reached to the house, and went straight to the bedroom. the room was almost messy, but still managed to be clean. i put my backpack on my desk chair, took off my denim jacket, and laid down. i stare at the ceiling, me in one hand using my remote to turn on the fan, at about 2x speed. i breathed slow, then hard, noticing how tired i am after a long day of school. my parents are going home around late at 9, so i have all this time to enjoy and relax myself. suddenly, a vibration on my phone buzzed on the comforter, picking it up, showing "baby daddy" on my screen. ugh good lord anon. what does he need me now? i answer the call.

"hey baby," i said, in a low voice.

"hey what's up? just call to check up on you. how's uh- school?" he said.

me: "pretty good, how's ur work daddy?"

anon: "doing well. i have my free time off rn. just finished on destroying the computer systems in the White House. i bet trump will be very pissed off. oh i also ordered some other hackers to hack the system for the bomb in russia."

me: "damn u smart. aren't u tired of working mostly 24/7, u should have a break. one break is never enough."

anon: "my boss told me he'll let me know if some big mission is coming up. rn for this week i have plenty of free time, which means...i can talk to you babe."

"ikkkkk," i breathe hard again.

god his raspy voice. shit is so hot over the phone. i can talk to him for many hours until he sleeps. i had no choice but to do this. i put my hand into my button fly straight jeans, unbutton them, traveling then to my boxers, fingering with one on my hole. i bit my lower and upper lips.

"so you ready for homecoming tom-, babe?" he's a bit confused cuz i was trying to play myself, "who's that, i heard some strange noises coming from ur room. who's that baby, tell me."

"mmm, ugh," i let out a slight moan, my one middle finger curling onto my hole.

"baby what are u doing?" he was still confused.

"s-ugh, nothing. sorry i'm the one who made the voices anon. i was just uh, reaching my usb charger under my bed, wh-what do u-oh shit! what do you trying to tell me?"

i gripped my phone hard as i kept fingering. my body was raised up, looking like i'm an exorcist or something (ik it's not funny but idk why my body would ever do that). the chills came running down into my spine, and i kept breathing, and i can tell he can hear me.

"i know what ur doing baby. are u, not making u feel uncomfortable, and i'm also curious but, are u playing yourself? if so, why?" he questions.

"y-yes anonymous, because i'm bored and i'm thinking of you rn. in bed. u covering with pure sweat and shit," i pushed my middle finger deep.

"babe ur parents are gonna be home soon. like it's almost going to be nighttime and they'll catch u. iI don't want u to get in trouble baby," he says.

"but-but my parents come home around 12, they do plenty of overtime anonymous," i said.

  the conversation went onto a pause. my forehead is covered in sweat, and i had to change my applications from phone to youtube. from then on i played this song:

(plays "cyber sex" (slowed) use headphones if u want to)

"FaceTime me baby, i wanna see you if u actually play yourself or u tricking me," he said.