Started watching Sterling Point and it’s reminding me so much of antique love I miss it 💔
aww! i had to google it + read the summary, and it kind of does remind me of antique love too! i'm sorry for the wait, life has been so busy but i try to work on it every chance i get <3
Started watching Sterling Point and it’s reminding me so much of antique love I miss it 💔
aww! i had to google it + read the summary, and it kind of does remind me of antique love too! i'm sorry for the wait, life has been so busy but i try to work on it every chance i get <3
a/n ; wrote this for a friend when i first started getting into project hail mary, so it's a quick drabble from july! not proofread so if you see any grammar mistake no you don't
Your bedroom was warmly lit with the bedside lamp illuminating your upper body. Funny enough, your body was also warmly lit, a heat rekindling between your thighs.
Ryland was lost in that warm rekindling–you kept him there. Every lick and kiss earned your thighs slamming in between his ears, your hand flying to his hair.
“Fuck, Ry, please…” you whined as you looked at him in between your thighs, arms wrapped around to keep you still. He didn’t listen to you, he kept going. Kept licking, kept bumping his nose where you needed it most.
Even worse, his glasses were fogged up while he satisfied you. The base of the lens would move and loosen as he bobbed his head practically making out with your pussy, but he easily resolved it by looking back up at you, giving you mock pity while he pushed his glasses back up his nose.
It happened again when you were right on the edge of breaking, you pushed his head further toward you as he wrapped his lips on your clit. You babbled on how good he felt, how nice his mouth is, how you wanted him to stay because you were too close to not cum.
But alas, he still arises from in between your thighs, pushing his glasses back up with a middle finger.
“What’s wrong baby?” He smiles as he tilts his head, watching your chest rise and fall as you whine and writhe out of emptiness. He leans in and kisses you softly, and you can taste your own slick on his lips.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers as he kisses you again, his hand trailing up to cup your cheek.
“Please let me cum, please, Ry,” You whimper, and he smiles against your jaw, leaving searing, open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.
“Yeah? You wanna cum?.”
His low voice made you shiver, and you follow him as his head trails down further down until he’s back where he was when you guys started. He peppers your thighs with kisses, then licking a stripe up your folds, slow enough to make you wince at the sudden warmth. He looks up at you as he wraps his lips around your clit once more, sucking softly as he slips two thick fingers inside of you.
“C’mon, baby, I know you got it in you.”
It doesn't take long before the orgasm rips through you, a whole body jolt as he watches you tear up from the pleasure, his fingers still moving but slowing.
When your climax died down, he pulled his fingers out, a sudden loss from the fullness of the thick digits. He moves onto the bed, now laying next to you, an unspoken invitation for you to straddle him.
He’s in absolute awe of your full body, and you see another idea spark in his eyes as he studies you head to toe.
He shifts under your weight until his eyes are only visible right under you.
Your work fucking sucks. It’s in first person and you’ve given the reader a name??
How is anyone supposed to immerse themselves when they’re being called a completely random name and reading ‘I’ instead.
i'm sorry?? are we talking about antique love here? if you're going to send a hate ask then please refer to which work you're referring to.
also what "completely random name" are you talking about? the nicknames? reader does not have a set name, just nicknames given by the other characters in the series...if you prefer reader not being called nicknames at all you could have asked nicely.
if you don't enjoy my fics in fpov, don't read it at all. i write for fun.
i feel like willoughby's theme paints the best vibe for this chapter, but it's totally optional to listen to :)
wc ; 3.3k words
a/n ; theres 1% of christina interaction in here,,,im sorry for the lack of it but trust she will be in part 2! i've just been holding on for so long i decided to post a part one to keep you guys occupied ♡ enjoy!
3 weeks later, one of my wishes came true.
I met a boy.
My mom keeps being cheesy, asking when she’ll meet him, and I don’t even think we’re at that point yet. I mean, we just started! I kissed him once, and now Lexie and my mom are teasing me about it.
I met him while I was on shift at the antique store. Lexie was on register while I was busy dusting the weird garden gnomes my grandpa gave up to the antique when he visited. I always found them weird, wondering “What is their purpose? Being creepy?”
“Yeesh. Do you know why Gramps bought so many garden gnomes? They’re kinda creeping me out…” I pause from inspecting the particles to look at Lexie, but she’s deep in thought.
I wonder if she’s thinking about the boy from the party…
“Lex?”
“Huh–what? Garden gnomes? Um, I think he put them around in hopes to have a lucky harvest.”
“Like the carrots he grew?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh,” I mumble to myself. I look back down to the creepy gnomes before me and continue to wipe dust off their faces with a disgusted expression on mine.
All the cleaning gets me so lost in thought that I don’t even register the bell ringing as the front door opens.
“Harvey! Welcome back!” Lexie greets our regular, Harvey, in the same tone that servers do when they come by to accommodate you.
I look up again and see him and Lexie chatting about daily life occurrences, but this time, Harvey has someone with him. Is it a nephew? Son? No, if he had a son he would come by with Harvey.
“Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there,” He chuckles, one hand up like he was accused of something guilty. I glance at the one beside him, a skinnier but almost taller version of Harvey.
“Hello.” I give a shy smile and walk behind the counter next to Lexi, placing the duster on the wooden top.
“Ah, I see you haven’t met my grandson; he’s in town for this summer.” He puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “This is James.”
The boy smiles at me, like a real smile, which almost throws me off track. His freckles are prominent–they scatter like the stars all around his cheekbone area to his ears. He looks nothing like Harvey, which, I guess is prone if they’re grandfather and grandson.
“Lost in thought?” Lexie elbows me to break my trance, and I reply by stomping on her foot.
“Right. Sorry, welcome to North Carolina, James.” I introduce myself and he gives a bow.
The same bow Mark gave me.
“I think you and James are the same age, he’s just a day or two younger.” Harvey smiles and chuckles in a low rumble as he pats his grandson on the back.
I open my mouth in surprise, preparing to say something about his birthday or something, but I’m interrupted by the grandfather clock giving a low noise that it hit 12 o’clock. Harvey and James mirror one another as they jump and turn to the direction of the noise, then turning back, except Harvey just gives a “I had those back in my day.”
“Well, that’s my cue.” I smile and reach down for my skates and my sling bag, walking around the counter and out the door.
“I suppose James could come with, he would like a friend to show him around town.” Harvey turns him around and gives him a nudge and a smirk, an obvious, alarming sign that he wants to pair us together.
“Uh, sure. There’s a diner not far, I was just gonna get a milkshake.”
“Perfect! I’ll see you in 20,” Harvey smiles and I reciprocate.
───
“You came all the way here from Colorado?” I gasp in awe. James leans back onto the booth with his arms crossed, nodding like he was just named pioneer.
“Yep, 3 hours of total hell in the sky. There was a colicky baby.”
“Jeez! I mean, I think babies are cute, but I bet it sucks to deal with a colicky child.” I giggle and fiddle with the cotton candy lip balm I have in hand, but I still feel him staring at me.
Then, the waitress skates by with our orders, a black circular tray in hand.
“One special cotton candy milkshake for the lady, one root beer float for the man.” She places down our order and hands out two straws.
“Thank you very much,” I hum, and she nods in response.
“You like cotton candy?” James asks.
“Yeah! It’s my favorite flavor.”
“I don’t get it, honestly. Too sweet for me.”
“Well, someone added vanilla ice cream into their evil Dr-Pepper.”
James gasps and stabs his straw into the scoop of ice cream to mix it around with the root beer. “Evil Dr-Pepper? Now that’s low.”
I snort slightly in response, followed with an awkward chuckle. I’m too afraid to look up at him after the series of horse noises I just made, but he bursts out into laughter, like a real, genuine belly laugh, and I follow him, returning that same giggle.
After a slew of personal questions, this or that and would you rathers, I lost track of time with him. I didn’t even realize that ten minutes after the end of my break had passed.
“Shit! I gotta go!” I hurriedly open my purse and search for my wallet, but I hear James say “pshh, I’ll pay.” I look up at him mid-search.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I mean, even though you practically ordered unicorn toothpaste I’ll still be a gentleman and pay for the lady.”
“Unicorn toothpaste? Now you’re just being mean.” I cover my smile with my palm under my cheek, my pinky covering the middle of my lips.
He smiles back, but it quickly falls short as he opens his mouth and looks down, then back up at me.
“I really liked this.”
His voice is quieter now and he’s looking at me with those eyes…I really can’t help but smile harder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah…can I take you out on another date?” he blurts out, but then closes his mouth, both lips on the inside.
My jaw drops at that statement. Was this a date? I laugh awkwardly, deciding my choices—I really did like this interaction, but I quite literally just met him…but getting to know him more wouldn’t hurt, right?
“Yeah…why not?”
───
Our second date was…interesting.
James invited me to the movie theatres to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show that week for a throwback. He would pick me up in Harvey’s car and we would drive to a different town to see it.
Lexie helped me get dressed under her advice, so I ended up looking like a carbon copy of her.
A white, casual dress with flowers embroidered and some boots and necklaces she let me borrow. I ended up going for a simple makeup look—some mascara and a little clear lipgloss did no harm, Lexie told me the heavy makeup (like her’s) would clash.
I looked at myself one last time as Lexie fixed my hair.
“Wow. I look like…”
“Me?” Lexie bends down to meet my gaze in the mirror. She gives a slight smile but I can tell that she’s putting it off; we haven’t said anything about the night Mark tried to pursue me.
I nod and take a deep breath, my eyes shifting away from her in the mirror and to something else in my room.
“Lexie.”
“Yeah?”
I can feel her looking at me, her stare burning into the back of my head. I don’t dare to look back–I swallow hard before letting my words come out.
“I’m…sorry. I’m sorry about that night after my birthday party. The bonfire,” My words come out faster than I wanted them to, my head turns quicker than I planned to. Lexie’s still staring, that same, dull resting face that she has. It fucking terrifies me.
“Christina told me everything.”
Her eyes widen now, her lips dropping into a slight frown. I can tell she’s about to well her eyes out by the way her breathing changes, her lip quivering and her eyes welling. She drops down to my level and hugs me tight, hiding her face in my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, sis. I…I don’t want you to end up like me. Promise me you won’t,” she rises and places both her hands on my shoulders, looking at me deeply.
I shake my head. “I promise. I promise I won’t, I’m sorry,” I pull her back into a hug and rest my chin on her shoulder, closing my eyes shut in hopes that I won’t cry my mascara off.
We stay in this silence for a bit, none of us wanting to let go of the other, but, when the doorbell rings, we have no other choice but to end off with a laugh before parting.
“That might be James,” My pulse starts to rapidly increase and the butterflies in my stomach grow faster and faster. Lexie instructs me to take some deep breaths along with words of confidence and encouragement before she sends me off for the night.
I descend down the stairs and pull the door open, my heart almost ripping out of my chest in nervousness.
But it wasn’t James.
It was Christina.
She was holding a blue duffel bag on one shoulder, her bike leaning against the pillar on our porch.
“Hey,” Christina looks at me up and down. “You look nice.”
“Really?” I look down at my outfit. “I feel like I look like Lexie more than myself—but y’know, it’s just a movie theatre date,” I shrug and my lips tug into a soft smile, “he’s not gonna see me anyway.”
Christina’s eyes widen. “O-Oh. He? Who's he?”
Before I answer, Lexie descends down the stairs and finds us talking.
“Chris! Hey!” I back up to give Lexie some space to hug Christina.
“Hey, Lex!”
I watch their warm embrace from a short distance. They look happy. Christina looks happy.
Not long after they separate, I hear the bass of someone's car getting louder as they approach the driveway.
“Excuse me,” I press myself against the doorframe and scoot my way out onto the porch. The truck comes to a pause and I see James come out of his car in a style similar to Lexies—loose fitting jean, white tee and a bomber jacket along with silver rings.
“Hey!” I run to James and jump into his arms, he twirls me around as my arms are wrapped around his neck.
“Hey, aren’t you a doll tonight, ”James smiles and chews his gum, giving a slight smirk as he takes me in his arms.
We get close–a little too close, the space becoming a little too thin between us. Before any of us do anything, I hear Lexie express her disgust out loud.
“Ew! Get a fucking room!”
I roll my eyes and smile at James before he plants me down back on my feet. I walk over to the passenger door and sit inside, but I see Lexie walking up to us.
“What time does the movie start?” I can feel her hand slam on the door before James can enter, and she asks him interrogatingly.
“Around 9:30.”
“Around? Why do you say that?”
I unbuckle my seat and lean over the middle console. The window is already halfway down, so I curl my fingers around it and lean in. “Lex. It’s fine, I promise.”
Lexie looks at me, then James, back at me and then back at James.
“Rocky Horror is almost 2 hours. I expect her to be back at 12, the latest.”
“You got it, ma’am.”
“Great!” Lexie smiles and turns back. I watch her walk away and shift back into my own seat, but as I watch her, my eyes travel back to Christina, who’s still standing on our porch.
She’s deep in thought and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking about.
“Hey. You okay?” James closes the driver’s door and places a hand on my shoulder.
It feels the same as Mark.
I turn to him and give a small smile. “Yeah. I’m…I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” He gets closer to me now, tilting his head with a concerned gaze. “We can drive around and talk, we don’t have to see the movie.”
I just nod in response.
“Yeah, no. I want to see Frank-N-Furter serenade virgins.”
───
We watched Brad pour his love out for Janet as the subjects of American Gothic said her name in a monotone manner. I picked popcorn from the bucket every now and then as I admired the high and soft voice that Janet sang in.
As the couple quickly fell into a dead end with no other choice but to enter the mysterious house with a strange, balding man at the front door, my face turned sour with concern. I look around the theater—couples are kissing or holding hands, maybe even making out. Gross, is this really the right time for you guys to be kissing? When Brad and Janet are in a spiral of time?
My mind wandered so far that I didn’t realize the next song began. I guess I was so still that James had to pull me back into reality by moving his hand up and down in front of my gaze.
“You good? Is this movie okay?” The light of the screen highlights one side of his face as he turns to me and tilts his head in concern. It never occurred to me how attractive it is when he does that, when he cares. God, get it out of your head!
“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I really like Rocky Horror.” I chuckle and pat his hand before looking back, but I see James look at me for a little longer through my peripheral before he turns.
Great. What the fuck was that?
I stare hard at the actors and actresses rave and jump for joy when Frank-N-Furter's first appearance starts to show that I don’t even pay attention to what's going on. My thumb nails start to dig into the side of my index fingers out of habit as I replay the fuck-up that I made. I feel my heart get tighter, my chest get tighter, everything falling out of place until I feel a hand grab mine and interlink between my fingers.
I look down to see James’ hand around mine—the warmth of his hand contrasted with the coolness of the ring he has on. When I turn up, he’s already looking at me, almost knocking the air out of my lungs.
“Are you sure you’re okay? We can take a breather,” he reassures.
I nod frantically. I silently beg to leave, I assume he knows it because now he’s grabbing my hand and leaving the popcorn on his seat before we scoot down the aisle and leave the theatre. I can’t help but smile at how silly this all feels—like a weird dream where we’re running through a crowd hand in hand. I stifle my giggle until I see the brightness of the hallway, saving the noise so it can mix with the rest of the outside world.
“What? What is it?” James doesn’t let go of my hand. Actually, he just takes my free hand into his, watching me perform a laughter that echoes through the hall and burns my abdomen with a fire too strong to put out. My vision starts to blur as I finally die down, I let go of his hands and wipe the early tears before they roll down.
He watches me calm down with deep breaths and stutter a string of apologies—and suddenly, everything feels quiet. The building feels empty with everyone in their designated cinemas and workers…Where are the workers?
Whatever. It doesn’t matter; what matters is I’m here and alone with James, and the world feels slow now as we stare at each other, when I take his hands again and lick my lips and give a smile, but the upside down, tight-lipped one.
“You wanna…go back to the movie?” He breaks the tension between us, or, whatever this was, stammering and giving a small chuckle as he looks behind. I bite my lip in embarrassment and stare at him a little longer before looking around and quickly spotting a photo booth just ahead near the arcade opening.
“Ooh!” I make a beeline for the boxy kiosk and slip myself inside, making some space for James as I watch him trail behind me. As he settles himself inside, I’ve already paid to start the photo process.
“Okay, quick! We have a few seconds.” I pucker my lips and make a kissy face at the camera, holding my expression until the automated voice makes a shutter sound. It freezes our expression for a second before continuing on, and there’s a stark difference on how we pose; I keep my kissy face and he has a small smile. I think it’s cute, and by the time we’re on our next, he’s already looking at me.
“What?” I smile as I turn to look at him. I tilt my head just slightly, searching for any meaning in that expression of his, but I end up tracing the pattern of his freckles with my eyes again. He’s way too mesmerizing to look at, and the photobooth probably captured our staring contest, and now the world feels like it’s going on without us at five times the speed.
His hand tucks the stray hair behind my ear and snakes to my jaw as he leans in close—but not too close—to my face.
“Is this okay?” His breath is so warm against my skin, against my lips, and fuck, how could you say no?
I shakily exhale and look at him from his lips to his eyes before stuttering a “yes.” The last thing I see is his smile before he closes the distance between us, his lips making space for himself between mine. It’s awfully slow and I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and out of awkwardness I slide my hand up to his chest and keep it there, feeling his pulse reciprocate the beat of my own.
Then, the shutter interrupts my daydreaming. The booth took a photo of my first kiss.
I pull away a little too harshly and blink at him hard. I’m still in total disbelief that I just kissed James.
“That was my first kiss.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There’s a brief second before any of us say anything, just looking at each other like we both have two heads. I assume I didn’t hear the photobooth finish the last snapshot because all of a sudden, the machine is talking to us again, telling us that our photos will be printed shortly.
“Our photos will be out shortly,” James echoes the robot but his position doesn’t change, just his expression changing into a smug smile.
“We should get them.” I bite my lip to hold down the forming smile on my face, then give him a peck on the cheek before crawling my way out of the photobooth to gather our photos.
When I gather the printed results, I can’t help but feel…sentimental? Vulnerable? It captured our silly face, then our staring contest, my first kiss and then a more embarrassing, gushing staring contest.
“This felt really repetitive,” I giggle as James steps out of the booth and takes the other strip left in the receive box.
“Yeah, but we’re awkward and cute. Like two peas in a pod.”
“Ew, did you have to use that?” I snort and hit his arm, and he dramatically holds the spot I hit him on like a wounded soldier.
“Oh no, my lady has hit me!” James starts to make these weird groans now, and I can’t help but giggle and remind him that we’re in public.
do you like that, baby? / i could make you cum 20 times a day
1.4k words - smut ; phone sex, mutual masturbation, edging, porn with 1% of plot (this is filthy sorry)
synopsis - you’re on a work trip, leaving your boyfriend at your shared apartment miles away. he knows there’s only a few days until you come home, but he can’t stand holding off until you’re back.
a/n - highly inspired by a sevika x reader fic of the same style (phone sex) that i read like...months ago. lmk if i should write a part 2 👀 ♡
The card reader beeps quietly and allows you inside. The room you booked for the work trip smells like linen and a secret signature scent they use, a distinct mark from companies galore.
You’re exhausted. Sick, even—but it’s not a virus or something you ate; it’s the feeling of missing home. Missing Ryland Grace, your long-time boyfriend who's waiting for you at your shared apartment.
You knew he would miss you deeply, even if it was just a few days, a few miles from home.
When he pulled into the designated terminal, he moved the stick into park and took a deep breath before staring at you hard.
“I’ll miss you,” his eyes travel to your lips and back to your eyes. “Call me when you land?”
“Of course,” you smile and pull him in for a deep kiss. You feel him immediately melt into your touch; his hands cup your face in a way where his grip isn’t so tight but snug like he’s afraid you’ll float away.
You’re the first to break the kiss, and it’s a saddening sight to see your boyfriend staring at you through the edge of his lens with puppy eyes. You pull his face in and shower him in face kisses—cheek, nose, forehead, a quick peck on the lips.
“I’ll be home soon, I love you.” One hand cups his face for a quick minute before you pull away, exiting the car to grab your things in the trunk.
You can’t help but tug a smile at the memory, reminiscing at the way his pupils dilated when you kissed him hard, when his lips gravitated downward in disappointment. His expression followed you everywhere in that room, when the hot water sprinkled all over you, your skin stinging in relief, when you opened your suitcase and realized he snuck in one of his science pun t-shirts. It all led back to him.
You crawled into the tight-fitting bed in his top that spreads a periodic table followed with “I wear this shirt periodically” right under. As you fought the duvet to unfurl, your phone buzzed from the nightstand with a string of texts from Ryland…
You back yet? 5m
I miss you 5m
Lmk if anything happndd now
A wave of curiosity washes over you as you look at the times in between–they were a few minutes apart. Maybe he was busy, checking his phone every now and then as he graded papers; or maybe, just maybe, he was in your bed with nothing but perverted thoughts filling his mind.
You go to his contact and call him, your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you inhale the scent of his shirt. It rings once, then half, and he picks up breathless.
“B-Baby? What’s up?” You can hear his heavy breathing and stammering, which makes your point stand taller.
“Hey, I just wanted to know what you were up to,” you ask, but you were so, so sure you already knew.
A beat.
“Um, nothing much…until you called me,” he lets out a breathy chuckle that quickly fades, making you raise an eyebrow that he can’t see.
“You sure you’re not doing anything else, baby?” You ask, and he can hear your grin in your voice, that tone where you already know what he’s doing.
You can hear his breathing get heavier, then a low groan escaping his throat.
“Ryland,” your voice gets lower now, your tone as if you had caught him like a pet chewing your shoe.
“Fuck…”
“Are you touching yourself, love?” You take the collar of the shirt to your nose again, taking another deep sniff of his scent.
Ryland gives a half, muffled “mhm” mixed with a moan, and you can’t help but give a soft laugh.
“Please, sweetheart, please. I need you, need you to help me,” his whispers mix into a fast and desperate plea, and before you know it, he’s drawing out another moan, making the swirl of anticipation start in your body.
“Yeah? You want me to help?” your fingers travel to your breasts, nails gently grazing over your peaked nipples through fabric.
“Please, baby, miss you so bad—I’m so fucking close—”
“Not yet, Ry, take that hand off for me.”
Ryland’s moans quickly turn into a needy whimper as he listens to your command, taking his hand off his rock hard cock.
“You wanted to cum, right? That’s why you called me, so you could hear my voice guide you?” you teased him gently as your mind wandered to envisioning him sprawled out like this; hair fluffed and messy with strands sticking out, glasses anywhere but on his face, pants slightly down just to reveal his cock beading precum.
“Yes, yes, sweetheart, I called because I can’t bear it—fuck—I miss you. ‘Miss that pretty face of yours.”
“I know, but I’m miles away so we’re gonna have to deal with it until I’m home,” your voice syrupy through your grin. “You can put your hand back, slow strokes, okay?”
Ryland lets out strangled whimpers as his hand flies back to his dick, stroking slow as ordered. You hear a bump—probably his head thrown back against the board—and you can’t help but softly chuckle.
“You miss me, don’t you? It’s only day three out of five, Ry.”
“Too much, too many—missed you, please…” He groans as he fucks his hand slow, chasing the anticipation of release.
“Hm?” Your fingers move down to slowly circle the sensitive bud just above your entrance as you listen to his struggle, making you bite down a moan.
“Wanna cum, wanna cum for…fuck, you.” You heard his whimpers get louder through the phone, the same noises he would make as he bucked his hips further in. “Sweetheart, please…” he alludes to a request to go faster, but you’d rather hear him use his words.
“What was that, baby?”
“Faster…please?”
“You wanna go faster?” your fingers curl harder, faster, making you throw your head back against the wooden headboard. You try to open your legs wider, but you’re strangled by the rest of the duvet still being folded under. “Fuck your hand faster for me, baby.”
You both relished in the shared whines and whimpers—his moans almost made you drop the phone when you used your free hand to lift the hem of your shirt to reveal your tits.
“Are you fucking yourself too?” Ryland manages to slip out.
“Of course, baby—you sound so good for me,” You softly giggle which quickly gets cut off with a moan as you push your fingers deeper inside. The swirl in your stomach grows tighter as you hear Ryland grow desperate—the parallel of you both needing release becomes bigger and bigger.
“Sweet—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Ryland gasped as his strokes got faster, the noises coming from him becoming more needy. You drank all of it up, you loved how needy he gets under your touch.
“Not yet, baby, I’m not there,” Your fingers worked faster, your hips bucking and legs starting to twitch. You too became drunk and needy for your boyfriend, wishing you were home for him to fuck you relentlessly, senselessly, like if he didn’t then he would die; you got even louder thinking about it, you had to muffle yourself to make up for the other residents in the hallway just trying to get back to their room.
“Hmph, fuck…please, are you close? Please tell me you’re close, I wish I was fucking that sweet pussy, fuck–” a low, guttural moan escaped his lips once more as he moved his thumb over to his slit, rubbing slow circles as if it was your tongue.
Your breaths became ragged as you became closer to its end, your hand starting to cramp from moving so fast. You managed to gasp out “Ry, come with me, will you? Please?”
“Yes, all for you, all for—” there was a pause before one last groan left his mouth, his strokes slowing as he whined your name.
You also finished under his voice, the string breaking and your orgasm coming through like a white-hot explosion as you pushed your body closer to your fingers as they worked hurriedly to meet your boyfriend.
You both lay on the phone breathless and undone as if you were together physically working it out.
“Fuck, I miss you already.” he mutters. You can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice when he’s all ruined.
“Two more days and you can have me, baby.”
“Oh, I will. Trust me, sweetheart,” he chuckles lowly, the sound making you shiver from your toes to the tips of your ears.
do you like that, baby? / i could make you cum 20 times a day
1.4k words - smut ; phone sex, mutual masturbation, edging, porn with 1% of plot (this is filthy sorry)
synopsis - you’re on a work trip, leaving your boyfriend at your shared apartment miles away. he knows there’s only a few days until you come home, but he can’t stand holding off until you’re back.
a/n - highly inspired by a sevika x reader fic of the same style (phone sex) that i read like...months ago. lmk if i should write a part 2 👀 ♡
The card reader beeps quietly and allows you inside. The room you booked for the work trip smells like linen and a secret signature scent they use, a distinct mark from companies galore.
You’re exhausted. Sick, even—but it’s not a virus or something you ate; it’s the feeling of missing home. Missing Ryland Grace, your long-time boyfriend who's waiting for you at your shared apartment.
You knew he would miss you deeply, even if it was just a few days, a few miles from home.
When he pulled into the designated terminal, he moved the stick into park and took a deep breath before staring at you hard.
“I’ll miss you,” his eyes travel to your lips and back to your eyes. “Call me when you land?”
“Of course,” you smile and pull him in for a deep kiss. You feel him immediately melt into your touch; his hands cup your face in a way where his grip isn’t so tight but snug like he’s afraid you’ll float away.
You’re the first to break the kiss, and it’s a saddening sight to see your boyfriend staring at you through the edge of his lens with puppy eyes. You pull his face in and shower him in face kisses—cheek, nose, forehead, a quick peck on the lips.
“I’ll be home soon, I love you.” One hand cups his face for a quick minute before you pull away, exiting the car to grab your things in the trunk.
You can’t help but tug a smile at the memory, reminiscing at the way his pupils dilated when you kissed him hard, when his lips gravitated downward in disappointment. His expression followed you everywhere in that room, when the hot water sprinkled all over you, your skin stinging in relief, when you opened your suitcase and realized he snuck in one of his science pun t-shirts. It all led back to him.
You crawled into the tight-fitting bed in his top that spreads a periodic table followed with “I wear this shirt periodically” right under. As you fought the duvet to unfurl, your phone buzzed from the nightstand with a string of texts from Ryland…
You back yet? 5m
I miss you 5m
Lmk if anything happndd now
A wave of curiosity washes over you as you look at the times in between–they were a few minutes apart. Maybe he was busy, checking his phone every now and then as he graded papers; or maybe, just maybe, he was in your bed with nothing but perverted thoughts filling his mind.
You go to his contact and call him, your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you inhale the scent of his shirt. It rings once, then half, and he picks up breathless.
“B-Baby? What’s up?” You can hear his heavy breathing and stammering, which makes your point stand taller.
“Hey, I just wanted to know what you were up to,” you ask, but you were so, so sure you already knew.
A beat.
“Um, nothing much…until you called me,” he lets out a breathy chuckle that quickly fades, making you raise an eyebrow that he can’t see.
“You sure you’re not doing anything else, baby?” You ask, and he can hear your grin in your voice, that tone where you already know what he’s doing.
You can hear his breathing get heavier, then a low groan escaping his throat.
“Ryland,” your voice gets lower now, your tone as if you had caught him like a pet chewing your shoe.
“Fuck…”
“Are you touching yourself, love?” You take the collar of the shirt to your nose again, taking another deep sniff of his scent.
Ryland gives a half, muffled “mhm” mixed with a moan, and you can’t help but give a soft laugh.
“Please, sweetheart, please. I need you, need you to help me,” his whispers mix into a fast and desperate plea, and before you know it, he’s drawing out another moan, making the swirl of anticipation start in your body.
“Yeah? You want me to help?” your fingers travel to your breasts, nails gently grazing over your peaked nipples through fabric.
“Please, baby, miss you so bad—I’m so fucking close—”
“Not yet, Ry, take that hand off for me.”
Ryland’s moans quickly turn into a needy whimper as he listens to your command, taking his hand off his rock hard cock.
“You wanted to cum, right? That’s why you called me, so you could hear my voice guide you?” you teased him gently as your mind wandered to envisioning him sprawled out like this; hair fluffed and messy with strands sticking out, glasses anywhere but on his face, pants slightly down just to reveal his cock beading precum.
“Yes, yes, sweetheart, I called because I can’t bear it—fuck—I miss you. ‘Miss that pretty face of yours.”
“I know, but I’m miles away so we’re gonna have to deal with it until I’m home,” your voice syrupy through your grin. “You can put your hand back, slow strokes, okay?”
Ryland lets out strangled whimpers as his hand flies back to his dick, stroking slow as ordered. You hear a bump—probably his head thrown back against the board—and you can’t help but softly chuckle.
“You miss me, don’t you? It’s only day three out of five, Ry.”
“Too much, too many—missed you, please…” He groans as he fucks his hand slow, chasing the anticipation of release.
“Hm?” Your fingers move down to slowly circle the sensitive bud just above your entrance as you listen to his struggle, making you bite down a moan.
“Wanna cum, wanna cum for…fuck, you.” You heard his whimpers get louder through the phone, the same noises he would make as he bucked his hips further in. “Sweetheart, please…” he alludes to a request to go faster, but you’d rather hear him use his words.
“What was that, baby?”
“Faster…please?”
“You wanna go faster?” your fingers curl harder, faster, making you throw your head back against the wooden headboard. You try to open your legs wider, but you’re strangled by the rest of the duvet still being folded under. “Fuck your hand faster for me, baby.”
You both relished in the shared whines and whimpers—his moans almost made you drop the phone when you used your free hand to lift the hem of your shirt to reveal your tits.
“Are you fucking yourself too?” Ryland manages to slip out.
“Of course, baby—you sound so good for me,” You softly giggle which quickly gets cut off with a moan as you push your fingers deeper inside. The swirl in your stomach grows tighter as you hear Ryland grow desperate—the parallel of you both needing release becomes bigger and bigger.
“Sweet—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Ryland gasped as his strokes got faster, the noises coming from him becoming more needy. You drank all of it up, you loved how needy he gets under your touch.
“Not yet, baby, I’m not there,” Your fingers worked faster, your hips bucking and legs starting to twitch. You too became drunk and needy for your boyfriend, wishing you were home for him to fuck you relentlessly, senselessly, like if he didn’t then he would die; you got even louder thinking about it, you had to muffle yourself to make up for the other residents in the hallway just trying to get back to their room.
“Hmph, fuck…please, are you close? Please tell me you’re close, I wish I was fucking that sweet pussy, fuck–” a low, guttural moan escaped his lips once more as he moved his thumb over to his slit, rubbing slow circles as if it was your tongue.
Your breaths became ragged as you became closer to its end, your hand starting to cramp from moving so fast. You managed to gasp out “Ry, come with me, will you? Please?”
“Yes, all for you, all for—” there was a pause before one last groan left his mouth, his strokes slowing as he whined your name.
You also finished under his voice, the string breaking and your orgasm coming through like a white-hot explosion as you pushed your body closer to your fingers as they worked hurriedly to meet your boyfriend.
You both lay on the phone breathless and undone as if you were together physically working it out.
“Fuck, I miss you already.” he mutters. You can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice when he’s all ruined.
“Two more days and you can have me, baby.”
“Oh, I will. Trust me, sweetheart,” he chuckles lowly, the sound making you shiver from your toes to the tips of your ears.
