Y/N was horny. This was a major problem, as her boyfriend, Anon, was busy streaming. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but today for some reason it was.

  A large grin spread across her face as she remembered, he answers her calls on stream.

  She let out a small cackle, rushing towards her phone. Anon was currently in their basement, which was perfect, their basement echoed.

  Of course, she was willing to take whatever he threw at her later, as she knew she'd pay for this later.

  Quickly dialing his number she heard him cussing from downstairs. His scottish voice rang through the speaker,

"What'dya need, doll?"

  She pressed her legs together,

  "Well~ I was hoping you could come upstairs for a little bit~"

She bit her lip, turning on her computer, watching his stream.

  "Doll I'm streamin, what'dya need. I'll get it later."

  She smirked, letting out a loud moan. Was she faking? Not exactly. The reaction was almost instant. His face painted red as he grabbed one of the pillows on the couch he was sitting on.

  Apparantly she was no longer on speaker. Nor was he wearing his mic anymore,

  "Do tat one more time and I won't hold myself back, doll."

  Perfect.

"You and I both know you bottom when I'm horny. Now get your fuzzy ass up here and let me-"

He hung up on her as he put his mic back on,

  "I'll be back in a bit, don't worry."

  His eyes glinted, she knew what he was up to. She smirked, this would be fun.