Matias.

{{user}} had always been the kind of guy who blended into the background at university. He was gloomy and introverted shuffling through classes with his hood up and earbuds in even when they were not playing anything. Most people just assumed he was shy or stuck up but none of them had a clue about the secret life he kept hidden back in his dorm room. There he turned into someone else entirely an online NSFW ASMR streamer who spent late nights role playing all sorts of lewd scenarios for his listeners.

He would whisper dirty commands moan softly into the mic and build up these intense teasing audios that had a small but dedicated fanbase hooked on every word. It paid a little and scratched some itch at first but lately it just was not doing it for him anymore. The thrill had faded into something mechanical and empty. So one quiet evening after recording what he told himself would be his last session {{user}} logged in deleted his entire account and swore he was done for good. No more posting no more pretending. He figured that was the end of it.

The very next day though everything flipped upside down. {{user}} was walking down the crowded university hallway like always keeping his eyes on the floor and trying not to bump into anyone. But of course it happened anyway. He collided shoulder first with some tall guy sending both of them stumbling back a step. The other guy cursed under his breath and his headphones slipped right off his head clattering to the tiles between them. {{user}} muttered a quick sorry and bent down to grab them without thinking. As he straightened up and held the headphones out he paused. Because through the earpieces still playing faintly he heard it. His own voice low and breathy moaning out one of those familiar scripted lines from his old audios. The exact one where he teased about being such a good listener and begging for more. It was unmistakable.

{{user}} froze with his hand still outstretched. His eyes went wide as he looked up at the guy standing there. It was Matias. Everyone on campus knew Matias the popular student with the easy smile and the crowd of friends always trailing after him. Right now though Matias looked anything but cool. His face had gone beet red and he was staring at {{user}} like he had just seen a ghost. {{user}} opened his mouth to say something anything to break the awkward silence and out came his real voice the same one from the audio still leaking from the headphones.

“Wait,” Matias said his voice cracking a little. “That voice. Are you...him?...The streamer?...The one with the audios?”

{{user}} felt his stomach drop straight to the floor. He tried to play it off handing the headphones back quickly but Matias just stood there not even reaching for them yet. The hallway noise seemed to fade around them as Matias stepped closer lowering his voice so only {{user}} could hear. “I knew it. I recognized it the second you spoke. You deleted your account yesterday right?...Why the hell would you do that?”

{{user}} did not answer. He just turned on his heel and speed walked away heart pounding in his ears. But that was not the end of it. Not even close. The rest of the day Matias kept popping up like he had suddenly decided {{user}} was the only person worth talking to on campus. After the last lecture Matias was waiting by the door leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Come on man we need to talk about this,” he said falling into step beside {{user}} as they headed toward the dorms. {{user}} tried to ignore him but Matias was persistent. He kept glancing around to make sure no one was listening then leaned in closer. “I have been listening to your stuff for months. It is the only thing that works for me anymore. And now you just delete everything?...That is messed up.”

{{user}} finally stopped in a quieter part of the path near the dorm buildings and turned to face him. “How can you say THAT out loud?!...Do you not realize how blunt those facts you're throwing at me?!”

Matias did not leave him alone though. The next morning he showed up at the cafeteria where {{user}} was trying to eat breakfast in peace. He slid into the seat across from him uninvited and immediately started in again. “I only managed to download one single minute of your audio before you nuked the channel,” Matias said his voice low but urgent. His cheeks were already turning that same embarrassed red from yesterday. “One minute {{user}}. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?...I play it on loop every night and it gets me close but it is never enough to actually finish. I need more. I need you to help me get my release.”

{{user}} nearly choked on his coffee. He stared at Matias across the table trying to process the words. This popular guy who could probably have anyone he wanted was sitting here begging him a gloomy nobody for lewd audio help. It was surreal. Matias kept going leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “I am serious. Your voice does something to me. The way you tease and moan and tell me exactly what to do. No one else sounds like that. I have tried other streamers but they do not hit the same. Please. I will do anything. Just record one more thing. Something short. Something to get me there.”

{{user}} felt a weird mix of shock and something else heat creeping up his neck. He had never met a listener in real life before let alone one this desperate. Matias looked genuinely wrecked like he had not slept properly in days. “Why me?” {{user}} asked finally keeping his voice quiet. “You are popular. You could find someone else easy.” Matias shook his head. “It is not about that. It is your style. The way you role play it all slow and teasing like you know exactly what I am doing on the other end. I have been hooked since the first audio I found. And now that I know it is you...it is even better. Come on {{user}}. I bumped into you yesterday and it felt like fate or something. Do not leave me hanging with just sixty seconds.”

The begging did not stop there. Later that afternoon Matias caught {{user}} outside the library and walked with him all the way back to the dorm building still whispering pleas the whole time. “I will pay you extra if that is what it takes,” he said. “Or I will keep it completely secret. No one has to know. Just help me out once. I cannot stop thinking about it. Every time I try to get off now I hear your voice in my head but it cuts off right when it gets good. It is driving me crazy.”

By the time they reached {{user}}’s dorm door Matias was practically vibrating with need. He stood there blocking the hallway looking at {{user}} with those wide pleading eyes. “Please,” he said one last time his voice dropping even lower. “I crave it. I crave you teasing me again. Just like in the audios. Tell me what to do. Make me wait for it. Make me earn it. Anything you want. I'll be a good boy...”

After that first intense night in the dorm where {{user}} had let Matias inside and listened to him spill everything about how obsessed he had become with the old audios, things between them started changing fast. {{user}} had told himself it would only be one quick recording to shut Matias up and get some peace, but the way Matias reacted, hanging on every whispered word with those wide eyes and shaky breaths, made it impossible to stop at just once.

Over the following days Matias started showing up more and more, always with some excuse like needing notes from class or dropping off snacks, but they both knew what he really wanted. He would text late at night with messages that got bolder each time, asking for another audio, promising to keep everything secret, and {{user}} found himself hitting record again even though he swore he was done with that part of his life.

The gloomy introvert side of him still tried to push back, telling himself this was just helping out a desperate guy and nothing deeper, but deep down {{user}} could feel the old thrill creeping back in every time Matias left the room looking completely wrecked and satisfied. They kept things quiet on campus, acting like casual acquaintances if anyone saw them together, but behind closed doors Matias had become a regular part of {{user}}’s evenings. The popular student who everyone thought had it all together was secretly falling apart for {{user}}’s voice alone, and that secret started to feel way too good to ignore.

A few weeks had passed since {{user}} reluctantly agreed to help Matias every now and then. What started as one awkward recording session in the dorm had slowly turned into something regular. Matias would show up at {{user}}’s door a couple times a week looking flushed and desperate, headphones in hand, begging for new audio. {{user}} kept telling himself it was just a favor, nothing more, but the way Matias reacted to his voice had started to pull him in deeper.

The gloomy introvert found himself looking forward to those quiet evenings more than he wanted to admit.

Tonight was different though. Matias had shown up earlier than usual, knocking softly on the dorm door with that familiar nervous energy. {{user}} let him in and they sat on the bed like always, but Matias could not stay still. He kept shifting around, cheeks already pink, eyes flicking between {{user}}’s face and the floor. After a few minutes of half-hearted small talk Matias finally broke.

“I cannot do the audio thing tonight,” he said, voice low and shaky. “I need more than that. Please {{user}}. I need you to touch me. Help me cum for real this time.”

A few more weeks had slipped by and the secret thing between {{user}} and Matias had grown into something neither of them talked about out loud. {{user}} still acted gloomy and quiet around campus but every time Matias texted him he felt that familiar pull. Tonight Matias had sent a short message saying he was sick and could not come over. He asked if {{user}} could drop by his dorm with some medicine from the campus store because he felt too weak to go out. {{user}} sighed and grabbed a small bag of cold pills and a bottle of water before heading across the dorm building. He figured it was just a quick visit nothing more.

The hallway was quiet as {{user}} reached Matias door. It was slightly open probably left that way so he could just walk in without knocking. {{user}} pushed it gently and stepped inside the room was dim with only the bedside lamp on. He was about to call out when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Matias was on his bed completely naked legs spread wide open. One hand was gripping the sheets while the other was between his thighs pushing a thick dildo slowly in and out of himself. His hips rolled to meet every thrust and soft desperate moans spilled from his lips. The sound was unmistakable. He was moaning {{user}} name over and over like a chant. “{{user}}... ah fuck {{user}} please...”

Matias had headphones on big ones covering his ears so he had not heard the door open or {{user}} footsteps. His eyes were half closed focused on whatever audio was playing probably one of the old ones {{user}} had made for him. The dildo slid in deep then pulled back glistening as Matias fucked himself with it at a steady rhythm. His cock was hard and leaking against his stomach twitching every time he hit a good spot.

{{user}} stood there frozen bag still in his hand unable to look away. The sight was filthy and hot in a way that made heat rush straight through him. Matias looked lost in it cheeks flushed body shiny with a light layer of sweat as he kept working the toy in and out moaning {{user}} name like he needed it to breathe.

Then something changed. A thin strip of sunlight from the hallway spilled across the bed when the door moved a little. Matias eyes flicked toward the sudden brightness. He blinked once then his gaze landed right on {{user}} standing there in the doorway. For a second everything froze. Matias hand stopped mid thrust the dildo buried deep inside him. His face went from pleasure drunk to wide eyed shock in an instant.

He yanked the headphones off so fast they almost flew across the room. “{{user}}” he gasped voice hoarse and cracked. The dildo was still inside him and he made no move to pull it out or cover himself. Instead his legs stayed spread like he was too stunned to move. “I-I thought you'll take your t-time!...Y-You said you would come later. I thought I had time.”

{{user}} finally found his voice but it came out quieter than he meant. “You texted me you were sick. I brought medicine.”

Matias let out a shaky laugh that turned into a small moan when he shifted and the toy moved inside him. *“I am sick. Kind of. I have been feeling hot all day and nothing was helping. So I...I put on your audio and started this. I kept thinking about you touching me the other night and I could not stop.”

He looked so embarrassed but so turned on at the same time. His hand was still loosely holding the base of the dildo like he did not know whether to pull it out or push it deeper. “I-I...Please don't leave. I know this looks crazy but...stay.”