𓊆꒰ THROUGH THE PHONE ᛝ ⸝⸝ ꫂ᭪ ──── 이희승 LEE HEESEUNG ꒱𓊇
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SNYP.ᐟ You and your boyfriend try out something new while he’s away on business. Fingering (f), pet names, mutual masturbation, phone sex, and the usage of toys (1) are mentioned in this piece of media. MDNI.ᐟ
NAVIGATION.ᐟ 💭 Hellooo :’) It’s been a while so spare me if this is rough! I’ve decided to start using proper caps for efficiency! I wrote this for my friend so I hope she and the rest of you enjoy it ♡
It was late and you were lying in bed, thinking like you usually did after a long day… The same way you’d arrived home last week on Thursday before kicking off your heels and drawing a scalding hot bath, allowing your mind to run wild as you soaked and pruned. But, this time was different—mostly because you were alone. He wasn’t there, nor was he on his way home.
You and Heeseung were both used to the long nights, the occasional distance… You didn’t mind. You were patient—understanding, but more than that you were supportive. You loved your boyfriend with your entire heart, and seeing him happy, chasing his dreams was more than enough to keep you satisfied.
Your optimism doesn’t mean you don’t get lonely, though… That you don’t miss him. It’s been just about a week since he left, “Two weeks,” you could practically still feel his breath lingering against your shoulder; warmth fanning over your skin, causing your neck to flush. You shivered thinking of his voice, his mouth, his lips… God, his lips.
You felt dizzy consumed with thoughts of your boyfriend. Heart heavy, you mindlessly allowed your hand to graze your body. The sheets tangled around you, damp from the sheen of your aroused sweat. Your fingers lingered around your hips, slowly slipping beneath the waist of your underwear, snapping the elastic against your skin. Your breath hitches, back arching off the mattress as you work yourself up.
You image Heeseung’s fingers teasing you instead. You close your eyes and purse your lips, trying to transform your feather-light touches into ones reminiscent of his… you mimick the pressure of his calloused hands, palm pressing below your navel with firm grounding as the other hand pressed against your clit—pulsing, sensitive, begging for any sort of attention.
“Fffuck… H-hee…” You whimper breathlessly, eyes rolling as your teeth dig mercilessly into the meat of your lower lip. Just as you reach into your panties, fingers separating your puffy, glistening lips, your eyes snap open—the sound of your boyfriend’s ringtone bringing you back to reality. “Shit, shit, shit!” Frantically, you scramble around for your phone. You fumble, sorting through the sheets before answering breathlessly.
“Hey, baby.” He grins warmly. Fuck, he’s beautiful. He’s perfect. You’re sure you look wild—disheveled and flushed from your prior self-engagement. Small locks of hair stick to your sticky neck, baby-hairs sweat-clad to your forehead as you try to catch your breath. “Hi,” you manage, and Heeseung laughs. “What’s wrong, baby? Have you been drinking..? You’re kinda…” Your boyfriend trails off, his eyes tracking your heaving chest through the camera of your phone. “Red.”
“N-no. No drinking, I just got out of the shower. I had a long day at work.” It’s not a complete lie. You had gotten out of the shower previously… However, that was a solid thirty-minutes ago. “Hm… Right.” He hums, fingers tapping against his hotel room’s desk. You clear your throat, propping your phone against the headboard before sitting up. “Cute panties.” Heeseung smiles, chucking at your startled expression. “Oh! Uhm… Thanks, I think?”
He nods again before asking about your day. The two of you talk, going back and forth, bouncing off of one another, conversing in a way that’s only natural before a long beat of silence passes. “Y/n.” You want to curl into yourself. “Yes, Hee?”
“I miss you, baby.” His adam’s apple bobs dryly. You watch as he leans back into his chair, eyes lazily opened, clouded with desire as he stares into the screen. You feel the weight of his gaze through the glass. “I miss you too, Heeseung.” Frowning, you pick up the phone. He’s so handsome, you can’t focus. The only thing on your mind is how good it’d feel to have him under you right now.
Your thighs clench at the thought. There’s nothing more you want than to perch yourself on his lap, grinding until your choked up and the both of you are slick… Then? Then you’d slide onto his cock and ride him like it’s the only way to keep you alive. You imagine how deep he’d reach, how his tip would nudge deliciously against your cervix, rutting past your g-spot as his palms left a bruising grip on your hips. A small breath slips past your lips, one that confirms your boyfriend’s earlier suspicion.
“You answered the phone kind of frazzled… Are you sure it was your shower? You weren’t…” He trails off, pretending to find the words. “I don’t know, getting off, were you, princess? Thinking about how much you missed me?” You choke, eyes blown wide as you nod before you can make yourself stop. “Mh,” Heeseung hums. “That’s what I thought.” You admit defeat with a pathetic mewl, “M’sorry, Hee baby. I just—I miss you so, so much.”
He hushes you gently through the speaker. You’re so needy, you miss the subtle shift in his expression, smug as he grins wide. “It’s okay, yeah? Remember that app we downloaded… A couple of months ago? ‘Never tested it out, did we, sweetheart?” You shake your head.
A few months ago you and Heeseung’d seen a couple of ads for this app—Pleasure No Matter How Far! What a cheesy slogan, you’d snickered. At the time, the two of you’d downloaded it as a joke… It was more of a gag than anything, but signing up and receiving the app-controlled vibrator? That was a different story, completely.
“Can you do something for me, Y/n? ‘Want you to look in the bottom drawer, pull out the toy and turn it on for me, baby.” You do as he says, trembling in anticipation, it feels like you’ll explode any minute. You sit your phone on the nightstand, slowly climbing out of bed to grab it, wrapped in a light-pink box. “Got it?” He piques, you nod. “Y-yeah…” Carefully, you slip your thumb beneath the cardboard and gently open the box. Then it’s revealed.
You pull out the toy—long, girthy, and of course, phallic shaped with no adorning buttons. Your breath catches in your chest as you put it on display for your boyfriend to see. He smiles, “Like it, baby?” “Fuck, yes.” You watch as Heeseung rolls closer to the desk, his hands reach out towards the phone and you hear him typing… Mere seconds later, the toy’s vibrating in your hands.
You gasp, arousingly shocked as it moves, tip gently whirring, veins pulsing in an almost life like manner. And then it stops, suddenly, at the tap of Heeseung’s finger. You sigh, “Wow.” Your body trembles. Your mind races the more you think about it; your pleasure is his, completely controlled by him—his whim. The toy weighs heavy in your hands, your tongue darts out to wet your lips.
“Excited?” Your boyfriend’s voice cracks through the speaker and you nod, throat bobbing—dry. “Yeah? Well, go ahead. Show me, baby.”
With that, the vibrations start back up. The toy buzzes in your hands, whirring softly as you swallow. Your panties are undeniably sticky with arousal. Carefully, you trail a hand down your body—squeezing your chest firmly, grounding your nerves. You pinch the peak of your perked nipple, breath catching as you gasp in anticipation. Your hand continues down the expanse of your shirt-clad stomach until it stops right above the hem, slowly dragging it up to reveal the plush of your belly and your underwear.
Heeseung practically melts at the sight. You’re beautiful, perfect—and all his. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to make you feel this way—this desperate. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Take them off, Y/n.” You hook your fingers beneath the waist, similar to the way you did earlier in the night. You press softly against your clit, working yourself up before reaching beneath yourself and wiggling out of the lace undergarment.
“Just like that.” Your boyfriend huffs through his bite-swollen lips. If you weren’t so focused on the sound of his voice, following every command… You might’ve been able to hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper fumbling in his calloused hands. He stares at awe when you finally peel off your panties completely. You’re on full display: Pulsing clit, slick folds—puffy and begging to be touched, essence dripping from your fluttering hole. God, you’re going to drive him insane.
Your eyes lock on the still whirring vibrator before you immediately hold it against yourself, immediately earning a moan from yourself. “Fuck!” On the other side of the screen, Heeseung’s slowly stroking himself. His tip leaks sticky precum in gloopy pearls, running down his vein adorned shaft as he pants watching you tease yourself. “Mmm… It feels good, Hee…”
“Yeah, quit teasing, baby… Put it in, sweet girl.” He watches as you nudge the head of the toy into your entrance. You sighed feeling the soft material against your skin. “Don’t be shy, keep going.” Your boyfriend encouraged you warmly, hand firm and straining around the base of his shaft as he watched. Slowly, you inched it further and further inside of yourself.
Your stomach tightened with each push, count fluttering as you stretched around its girth. Fuck, you really missed Heeseung. The soft whirring of the machinery continued inside of you. Your breath hitched, Heeseung’s eyes blown wide as he watched the way you pulsed around the silicone. “Perfect, baby…”
You groaned, back arching as you shook. Your lips gaped in pleasure feeling the vibrations increase as he spoke. “Move for me, Y/n.” He adjusted his phone, camera capturing the entirety of the scene: A thin sheen of sweat adorning your boyfriend, hair falling lazily just above his darkened eyes, lips agape, and hand fisting his dick. “Match my pace.” He instructed through the line. Immediately, you nod, understanding and willing. You squint through your eyelashes, grabbing the base of the quivering toy before matching the pace at which your boyfriend stroked himself.
“F-fuck..!” Your stomach clenched and churned, the tip reaching deep inside of you with every thrust. The vibrations tore through you in hard, demanding waves, creating a knot in your stomach as you whined. “How’s that feel, hm? T—Fuck! Talk to me, baby.” Your hips buck, sloppily trying to patch the motion of your hand. “Feels good… God, I-I feel so, so, sooo good.”
Slick squelches around the toy. Soon, between your own persistent whining, the sound of arousal echoing off of your bedroom walls and the sound of Heeseung’s through the microphone of your phone—you’re more than sure your neighbors are able to hear the two of you.
“You close?” He pants, heavy. The knot in your stomach builds itself steadily. You feel those familiar waves of pleasure threatening to crash over you. “Yes! Shit, Hee—I’m so close, so—mpf! So, so fucking close..!” He nods on the screen, fist tightening as he builds his own orgasm. “Take your time, baby… Press righttt there for me,” He instructs—and you do.
As your palm lays flat against your stomach, applying a grounding pressure, your orgasm comes quick. It unfolds as soon as you take a deep breath—the whirring and motion of the toy brings you to the brink of pleasure. Heeseung finishes too, spurts of thick white cum paint his abdomen and stain the thin material of his shirt. You mewl as the toy continues vibrating, dragging out your orgasm until your to tears.
Heeseung pants, a lazy grin pulling at his lips as he admires you—sweaty, slick, flushed… His, even from so far away. Seeing you nonetheless affected by him brings him a great sense of satisfaction. “Mm… Hee!” You cry as he turns the level up—just once more before letting it come to an abrupt stop.
You fall forward, exhausted as you slowly remove the toy with a faint pop. A shiver runs down your spine, eyes flickering up to see your boyfriend smiling warmly at you through your phone screen. “I miss you,” you murmur, and he chuckles. “I miss you too, Y/n… How was that though? ‘Feel slightly better?” You shake your head. “It was good—fine… ‘Still wasn’t the real thing, though.”
