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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Jessica_(Rick_and_Morty)/Reader, Morty_Smith/Reader
  Character:
      Morty_Smith, Jessica_(Rick_and_Morty), Reader
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Lesbians, Teens, Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, pillow
      humping, Morse_Code, Binoculars, Vaginal_Fingering, Cunnilingus, Porn,
      PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Crush, sleepover, Neighbors
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-24 Words: 4729
****** Binoculars ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Morty decides to spy on his new crush when he can't get off. She
     knows he's watching and decides to put on a show.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
At first it wasn't so bad.
His crush, that is.
When the new girl came, Morty wasn't too fazed. Sure, she was pretty and nice
enough to give the class a friendly smile as she introduced herself, but he was
still absolutely smitten with Jessica then. What could he say? Old habits die
hard.
When she and her family moved into the house across from theirs after the
Benson family had moved for medical reasons, they started to get friendly.
Their relationship was casual after Beth had insisted that everyone should
greet them as a warm welcome.
(Y/n) seemed to recognize Morty as one of her classmates immediately, not at
all minding his flustered demeanor as she spoke to him. He wasn't used to
talking to girls other than his sister, after all.
Every morning the two saw each other, they exchanged greetings. When they
passed by each other in the school hallway, they'd exchange smiles and waves.
Some days, they'd even talk on the phone. Almost every night, Morty would come
back from an adventure with Rick and fall asleep only after he'd read a
"goodnight" text from his new friend.
Then they'd started to become friendlier.
They'd have sleepovers, hang out after school, visit one another when the other
was home, help each other with homework. As the two became closer, Morty felt
his mindset changing.
Often times, he'd find himself looking forward to chatting with (Y/n) before
class rather than rushing just to get a good look at Jessica before their math
lesson. He'd catch himself daydreaming about the casual visits he'd shared with
his friend the day before rather than what would happen if Jessica had come
over for once. He'd wonder if he'd get that daily "goodnight" text from a
certain girl rather than sulk over Rick's rants and insults. He started
favoring his time with (Y/n) over Jessica and a surprising amount of adventures
with his grandfather.
Of course, Rick would always be his best/worse friend (despite never acting
like it) and Morty knew that. He just started to think that his new friend was
starting to be his second best friend. Or possibly more than that. Well, who
knows? Maybe he's just getting weird over his first friendship with a girl.
Yeah. That could be it. He has his first female friend and now he's thinking
teenage thoughts about her because she's... female. And a friend.
Okay, but why did his dick spring up at the thought of her? Not specifically
her, but her body? That tongue that darts out from her mouth to moisten chapped
lips on a hot day? Those breasts that he'd partially manage to sneak a peak of
when her shirt rode down during sleepovers? Those hands he'd feel the warmth of
whenever she touched his shoulders or arms or legs when she'd speak to him?
Morty would often think of this as he laid in bed after an adventure. He'd sigh
and stare at the open computer on his thighs, hands near his erect penis. He
didn't get it. Why couldn't his usual porn satisfy him anymore? Being a teenage
boy, he was obviously hormonal, but... When he'd watch porn before, he'd always
gotten off. Always. Sometimes it'd take multiple videos, other times he
wouldn't even last half of one.
After (Y/n) had came into the picture, he'd stopped for a short while. Then he
had caught sight of her in a tight but comfortable spaghetti strapped shirt
during a sleepover, and he couldn't help but masturbate the night afterwards.
His friend grinning at him, telling him to turn around as she faced the wall
away from him... Hearing the soft rustle of clothing just feet away from where
he sat at his desk...
Mentally shouting at himself, 'no, no, don't fucking turn around, Morty, fuck,'
before hesitantly peering over his shoulder... His breath had caught. His own
conscious screamed at him, 'goddammit Morty, you damn bastard, Jesus fucking
Christ-!' But he couldn't look away. A small part of him wanted to, but he
couldn't.
All he could do was stare as her back stretched, her shoulder blades shifted,
her hands lifting her shirt off of her body... He had stared at his female
friend almost shamelessly, eyes roaming over the half-naked girl who sat on his
bed, in his room, in his house.
Fuck.
Morty sat in his same bed now, facing his bedroom door. His laptop was beside
him, pants were kicked to the floor minutes prior. His white briefs were pulled
down to his knees, his young dick exposed. He was hard, almost painfully so.
The boy had watched a significant amount of porn this evening, but he couldn't
reach his peak. Again. All he'd had done was absentmindedly stroked himself as
a video started, then had his thoughts wander elsewhere, hand coming to a stop
without him realizing it until the video had ended.
This wasn't the first time this has happened. Lately, he'd settle in, get
comfortable, and pull up either PornHub, RedTube, XVideos, or some other site
he'd used his dad's credit card to access. After browsing and watching some
stuff for a bit, it's often he'd find that he'd eventually softened, ignore his
laptop, or doze off long enough for his computer to go into sleep mode.
Tonight, he'd just started glaring at his dick. A finished video was still on
his laptop screen, the large replay seeming to taunt him.
"You wanna try again? You wanna watch some redhead get fucked for ten minutes
for the second time and not even bother to jerk off to it?"
"Why can't you just do your job?" The teen grumbled, shifting his legs and
sighing at himself when it only bobbed at his slight movement.
Think. What usually got him going besides straight up porn?
He remembered in early highschool when he jerked it to a picture of female
anatomy in one of his textbooks. Looking back on it, he realized just how sad
that was. Oh, well. He didn't regret it while it was happening and nothing bad
came out of it, so who cares?
Once, during the first month or so of him totally falling head-over-heels for
Jessica, he'd masturbated to her alone. Just the thought of her. Her perky
breasts hidden behind thin cloth, that reddish hair gently brushing her
shoulders, those perfectly-glossed lips that curled up when she caught sight of
her friends...
Meh.
Right, he wasn't going anywhere with the idea of her. At least, not anymore.
Admittedly, his crush had faded, but now that was a bit of a bummer since he
didn't really have anyone he could think of to daydream about. Not off the top
of his head, anyways.
There was this other time a few months ago when he had gotten off after humping
a pillow. Maybe he should try that again?
The boy's mouth drooped in a thoughtful expression as he turned his head around
to eye one of his pillows. Not the one he lays his head on, god, no. He was a
teenage boy, not some creep who falls asleep sniffing his own spunk.
He shrugs his shoulders slightly, as if silently saying to himself "what the
hell, why not" before awkwardly pulling up his underwear all the way, closing
the laptop, and grabbing a forgotten pillow from behind him. It was the same
one he'd used the first time around. The pillowcase was washed, but he hadn't
really used it as a normal pillow anymore, so it just sat in the corner between
his mattress and wall until it was needed.
Such as now.
Morty sat up on his knees, spreading his legs apart enough to slide the firm
pillow beneath him. He cautiously sat down, sighing softly as his clothed
bottom met the cool fabric of the pillowcase. He started to grind onto it,
eventually holding the front of the pillow up against his crotch for more
contact.
"S-Shit..." The teen cursed to himself, legs clenching tighter. He remembered
being apprehensive about pillow humping the first time he'd done it, but as
he'd kept trying, he had gotten used to his dampening briefs and how they
rubbed sensually against his pillow, sending blood through his cock and chills
down his spine.
He grunted and paused for a moment to fold the pillow the long way, quickly
grinding against it again.
"Ahh... nngh..." He sighed and whined, throwing his head back slightly. The
friction was incredible. His clothed dick steady rubbing against the firm,
folded pillow made him dizzy with pleasure. He quickened his pace.
The boy groaned and panted heavily, desperate to reach his peak. A warmth
coiled up deep inside of him. His body burned. He felt like this was too much,
but not nearly enough at the same time. The grinding, the heat...
Ugh. How long had he been doing this? It got tiring after a while. Morty sighed
in slight annoyance and disappointment this time, his hips coming to a stop. He
glared down at himself for the second this this evening with a deep frown he
didn't make often.
This obviously wasn't working. He needed quality masturbation material.
Jessica was worth considering, but she had been dropped a while ago.
Actual porn was a total bust. Choose, ignore repeat? The teen didn't feel like
going through that frustrating cycle again.
(Y/n) came into mind after a few minutes of hard thinking atop an increasingly
uncomfortable pillow. Morty slid off of it, wondering about his friend. With
the way she unintentionally turned him on and the way his hormones were begging
to be satisfied... It was worth a shot, right?
Fortunately, the girl's bedroom was right across the street from his own. They
had taken advantage of this before, going so far as to purchase a binocular
each to see each other clearly. Sometimes they'd write signs, other times
they'd (attempt to) use Morse code with flashlights, other times (Y/n) would
try to teach Morty Morse code using signs and flashlights.
Now that he was thinking hard about her, he remembered the female mentioning
something going on at her house. Something about a sleepover...? That meant at
least two girls in his age group dressed in comfortable clothing. Maybe he'll
be lucky enough to catch a nip slip during a hot pillow fight or something, who
knows?
The boy disgracefully hopped off his bed, grabbing his binoculars from his desk
and sitting down on the chair he'd placed in front of his bedroom window. He
slowly drew one of his curtains back a bit, immediately noticing the warm light
spilling out from his friend's clear window.
He furrowed his eyebrows. That was odd. He didn't really expect to have such an
unobstructed view. When (Y/n) wasn't trying to communicate with him late at
night, her blinds were usually closed. Furthermore, he could see a few
silhouettes moving around, even without the help of the binoculars.
He lifted them up to his face and peered through the lenses. He saw two girls
sitting together in the large window seat bench. There was (Y/n), clad in what
looked like a thin spaghetti strapped top, a bra, and pajama shorts. Then there
was Jessica, in basically the same outfit, but with a slightly different style
in pastel colors. Her short hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and--
Wait.
Morty scrambled off of his seat, quickly snatching his metal flashlight from
his desk and flicking it on. He pointed it at his window, frantically clicking
the device on and off.
Four quick flashes. One quick flash. One quick flash, another slow flash, and a
second quick flick of the flashlight button.
"HER?" The teen asked, immediately starting to freak out. Who wouldn't? (Y/n)
knew he used to like Jessica! She knew everything about him! He knew... much
less about her, but still! She did have the freedom to hang our with whomever
she wished to, but he wished she'd let him know she'd be with Jessica!
He threw the flashlight over his shoulder, hearing it thump against the wall
and then fall into his bed. He looked through the binoculars and saw (Y/n),
who's friendly grin grew ever-so-slightly wider as she seemed to glance past
the redhead towards Morty's house.
His blood ran cold.
She knew he was watching. He had given himself away. Shit. Shit.
Shit.
Starting to sweat out of anxiety, the boy gulped, gaze drifting away from the
cheap, plastic object from his hand before flickering back into it. This was
wrong, much more so when he knew he was found out, but he couldn't help but
feel his throat tighten and groin heat up.
(Y/n) placed a hand on Jessica's knee. They both sat opposite from each other
with the redhead's back to the window, legs crossed. Morty saw that Jessica had
disregarded the touch. Then his friend leaned closer to her, (Y/n)'s grin
growing just a bit flirtatious.
She seemed to mouth something. Morty squinted, trying to read the girl's lips.
"I dare you... to kiss me?" He mumbled to himself. The boy took a moment to
register this. They were playing Truth or Dare, apparently. His eyes wandered
down, where he could very clearly see (Y/n)'s hand slowly traveling from her
partner's knee to her mid-thigh. His gaze lingered there for a moment, and so
did her hand.
Then the boy looked up again and-- oh. Oh geez. They were kissing. The two
girls were...
Wow.
Morty's dick felt like it had hardened again, but he didn't bother looking. He
just couldn't take his eyes away from his two crushes (granted, one of them was
an expired crush, but still) who were kissing. He just... wow.
His gaze lowered slightly, and he gasped.
(Y/n)'s hand wasn't on Jessica's thigh anymore. It hadn't gone back down to her
knee, either.
It was on her waist. No, wait. Her hip. No, even lower--
(Y/n)'s hand was literally groping Jessica's ass.
The redhead seemed to jump slightly, but quickly relaxed, practically melting
into the other girl's sensual touch. Morty breathed out heavily as he watched
(Y/n) chuckle against Jessica, shifting to straddle the other girl. There were
no objections. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Jessica's smooth hands came up to rest on her partner's hips, slowly trailing
low enough to slip under (Y/n)'s shirt. The spying teen watched in utter
fascination as his former crush's hands roamed another female's bare stomach
and waist, eventually rising to the bottom of said girl's bra.
One of Morty's hands flew to his crotch, squeezing his hard self through his
underwear. He let out a shaky sigh, starting to rub his aching bulge as (Y/n)
said something he couldn't quite catch. He didn't have time to go over it in
his mind, as Jessica had nodded eagerly and slipped her hands under her
friend's bra.
(Y/n) pulled away and threw her head back, a silent moan leaving her as her
breasts were fondled. Jessica pushed the other girl's bra and shorts up enough
so her breasts were fully bare, and (Y/n) quickly tore them off before her
hands flew in between the pair's legs.
Whatever it was that she said, he was extremely grateful for it as he
immediately caught sight of her exposed boobs.
Jessica threw her head back, (Y/n) subtly adjusting their position so Morty
could see the expression on her face. The redhead had her eyes clenched shut
and her mouth open wide in pleasure as the girl above her rubbed her entrance
through her thin shorts.
Her grip never moved from (Y/n)'s breasts, even as she leaned down to kiss her
hotly. Morty turned a knob on his binoculars to zoom in some, his skinny legs
clenching together as he caught sight of the girls' tongues dipping into the
other's mouth.
The boy bit his lip, feeling his hand tug down his briefs. He shuddered
slightly as the cool night air sneaked from his partially open window and
lightly curl around his young erection. He grabbed himself almost
unconsciously, hips bucking up a few times to meet more of his own touch.
Jessica was the one broke away from the kiss this time, eyes glazed over as she
stared up at her partner. (Y/n) smirked devilishly at her, and Morty noticed
her hand shifting abruptly. He couldn't hear the two at all, but he played
close attention to her mouth and assumed that Jessica let out a shaky moan.
Fuck, he couldn't imagine what (Y/n)'s touch felt like.
Well... yeah, he could. But certainly not now, as he saw her gaze roaming the
body of the girl beneath her. Her legs, her entrance, her breasts, her face.
Jessica released the girl's breasts to pull her shirt and bra up to her neck
quickly, then grabbed the back of (Y/n)'s head to pull her down into a frantic,
lust-filled liplock.
Morty let out a quiet moan, biting his lip as his hand jerked himself faster.
Heat spread all throughout his body from his dick. He paused to rub the slit at
the tip of it, not surprised in the slightest when his thumb smeared a great
amount of precum across it. God, he was so close...
The teen closed his eyes tightly, moaning again as he steadily approached his
release. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum, he needed an extra push. One of
the boy's eyes fluttered open as he adjusted the binoculars. He was on the
verge of shooting, of releasing, he was--!
He was being stared at. By (Y/n).
His hand immediately released himself out of reflex, all chances of orgasm
quickly fleeting. His other eye opened to reveal that yes, (Y/n) was, in fact,
looking at him. At least, it felt like it. He knew his curtains and binoculars
totally blocked him from being seen. It was late at night, after all. He was
only able to see the girls because their lights were on.
However, Morty was dumb, not totally retarded. He didn't doubt for a second
that (Y/n) knew he'd catch her warning gaze and stop whatever he was doing. The
look on her face wasn't too demanding or intimidating, but it got the message
across. The male hesitantly laid his free hand on his thigh. His dick twitched
pathetically.
The girl stared for a little longer before a devious grin spread across her
face as Jessica's eyes slowly opened. The redhead looked up in hazy confusion.
It seemed that (Y/n) hasn't let her reach climax just yet, having been focused
on the perverted spy. She quickly changed that.
Her head dipped down to gain access to Jessica's neck as her hand continued to
work inside of the girl. The redhead's mouth opened widely, and Morty could
almost see tears in her eyes. Jessica's body began to tremble, shaking hands
clutching (Y/n)'s head and pulling her even closer to her neck.
Moments later, she had calmed down. When (Y/n)'s head was released, she quickly
pulled away to watch Jessica's expression as the last few waves of orgasm left
her. The redhead had a face of pure ecstasy once more and Morty watched beads
of cum roll down her body. (Y/n)'s hand groped one of her breasts and she
shuddered, her pale body obviously sensitive.
(Y/n)'s asked if she was okay, and Jessica could only one her head. The girl
above her slid off of her twitching body...
And between her legs.
Jessica's reaction was immediate. She threw her head back so far, it hit the
wall behind her. (Y/n) had turned them again so Morty could look at them from
the side. Two of (Y/n)'s fingers pumped in and out of Jessica, who looked
overstimulated, but very eager and needy as the other girl ran her tongue over
the length of her dripping, swollen slit.
That pussy Morty had longed to see for so long.
He couldn't believe it. He spent months inefficiently lusting after the redhead
and had gotten nowhere, whereas (Y/n) only invites her over to a sleepover and
is already pushing her towards her second orgasm?
Incredible.
The teen boy's hand had wandered into his cock again, and it took everything in
him not to furiously jack off and cum at that exact moment. Instead, he lightly
stroked his whole length, only occasionally pausing to smear the precum across
his dick as a lube.
He sees his crush's tongue dart out to gently flick against her partner's
swollen clit a few times. She then pushes forward and dips her tongue into
Jessica, who has a small but shrill scream escape her throat.
Jessica quickly reaches her peak a second time, creamy legs shaking and
bouncing and (Y/n) lets her own back straighten out. Morty moans, squeezing
himself near the base as he catches sight of the lewd fluids nearly dripping
from her chin.
The smug girl uses the back of her right hand to smear away a small amount of
cum off the lower half of her face, then pulls herself up onto the window bench
as Jessica slowly recovers. (Y/n) very sneakily slides her bedroom window open
a few inches, and Morty can just barely hear Jessica's shuddering pants and
whimpers.
"You alright, Jess?" He heard his friend say as she reached up to brush a few
strands of stray hair from the redhead's sweaty face. She squeaks and nods,
leaning into her partner's touch. "I think you've had enough for now, yeah?"
Again, Jessica nods, and (Y/n) grins and brushes a comforting hand against her
smooth cheek. Then she leans in and whispers something. Morty squints to read
her lips as they mouth a few words.
"Just watch me." He manages to make out.
His crush leans back against the wall, her hands quickly but smoothly finding
their way to her clothed crotch. Silently, teasingly, she peels off her shorts,
revealing her lack of panties. Jessica's cloudy eyes widen only slightly and
her thighs slowly come together. Morty gulps.
Her shorts are off. (Y/n) is fully naked.
One of her hands wander down to her clit, rubbing it in light, small circles.
The girl moans quietly before her fingers move lower to rub firmly at her wet
opening. The redhead seated across from her whimpers again and rubs her thighs
together. Morty assumes Jessica doesn't have the energy to lift her arms again
just yet.
(Y/n) pushes her middle finger into herself first, her face scrunching up and a
groan escaping her lips. She grinds against it at first, then starts to pump it
in and out of her tight hole at a moderate pace. Her two onlookers watch her in
awe.
Morty jerks himself at the same speed as his crush. He speeds up when she does,
slows down when she does, grinds up into himself like she does. He pants and
starts to sweat, wincing only slightly when he feels cramps start to form in
his right arm. He doesn't stop, though. He can't stop.
His friend's fingers are very quickly coated in clear juices and continue to
disappear and reappear in and out of sight. In, out, in, out. She moves at a
controlled pace, leaving Morty to briefly wonder just how many times she's done
this to herself before. Then his fingers brush over his head and his mind goes
blank.
With her window open, the teenage boy can almost clearly hear (Y/n)'s sharp
gasps and erotic moans over the silence of the neighborhood this late at night.
If he were to claim her sounds were "music to his ears," it would be an extreme
understatement. He could go on with hearing her like this every night if he
could.
He can also hear the slaps of her hand meeting the skin of her labia and
sincerely hopes no one can hear his own fapping. He's groaning and grunting and
panting now, but he couldn't let go of his binoculars to cover his mouth. He
tries to quiet himself, but he doesn't succeed. Oh, well.
(Y/n)'s gotten louder. Her moans into the night had increased in volume and her
thrusts into herself had increased in speed. She's close now, and Morty
realizes he's close, too.
Jessica starts to groan softly, one of her hands rubbing her bright pink clit
and the other running up and down her soaked opening. Her hair is unruly and
her ponytail had come off on its own sometime earlier. It didn't seem like she
was doing much, but not wanting too much stimulation was understandable in the
case of reaching two orgasms within about ten minutes from each other. It did
the job.
Morty whined, hunching forward slightly as his hand moved faster. His crush
panted and gritted her teeth. His crush's partner for the night was mumbling
out incoherent words of pleasure.
(Y/n) came first.
"Ahh! Fuck, fuck... Haa... mmh..." The pleasured girl rocked back and forth on
her now still fingers, mouth open wide with drool slowly dropping off her chin.
Her back was arched off the wall behind her, and her head was tilted towards
the ceiling as her glazed eyes rolled back in bliss.
Jessica was next, whimpering and clenching her eyes shut as she shook with a
significantly smaller orgasm. She soon collapsed in a melting heap of pants and
moans, slumping back against the cool wall and leaning her head on the glass
window.
A few seconds afterwards, once the two girls had rode out their highs, Morty
groaned and threw the binoculars to his side. He started down at his penis, the
head swollen and red with the need to release. As one hand pumped himself
roughly, his other hand came up to hide his noises of desperation. Precum
leaked from the tip of his cock, some dripping down and adding to the
lubrication the teen took advantage of as he masturbated.
He dared to remove the hand from his face to rub the swollen tip of his dick
against his palm, moaning as he did so. At this point, he didn't care whether
he was heard or not. All he cared about was cumming, releasing, bowing his
fucking load without a care in the world.
A shaky moan traveled from across the street.
"Morty..." It seemed to call out to him.
Okay no, he did care about whether he was heard or not.
The boy's hand slapped against his mouth again as he just about yelled at the
top of his lungs. Thick, white strands of semen shot from his twitching dick,
sending wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss over him with each burst. They
landed on his shirt, on his thighs, on his floor, his curtains, even on the
underside of his jaw.
This feeling was heaven.
After what felt like an eternity of pure whiteness, Morty slumped over, much
like Jessica did. Heavy pants and gasps for air escaped him, and he coughed a
few times when he choked on his own saliva. Drool had slipped out of the corner
of his mouth, but he didn't bother wiping it away. He didn't even bother
picking up his binoculars again to see what the girls were up to now. He just
wanted to rest.
The teenage boy shakily rose to his feet, using the back of his chair to
support himself as he made his way over to his bed. There, he threw his
crumpled, humped pillow to the littered, before falling onto his mattress face-
first.
His phone chimed.
Against his own will, he briefly searched under one of his pillows, easily
pulling out his phone and squinting his eyes against the harsh light that hit
him when he turned the screen on. He pulled it farther away from himself to
adjust to it quicker. The message made his face flush mildly before he grinned
weakly, turned his phone off, and rolled onto his side, curling up and falling
asleep soon after.
"Goodnight, Morty! :) <3"
End Notes
     THIS TOOK SO LONG OH MY FUCKI G GODF WHAT HAS THIS SHOW DONE TO ME
     I chose to write this instead of updating my other fanfiction, I'm so
     sorry! Thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed, gotta start on
     that new chapter!
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