prompt ↬ chadwick misses you a little bit too much.
warnings ↬ phone sex, smut, dom!reader, this is a short little drabble so enjoy :)
You bite your lip as your hand sinks down your body and between your legs, the camera of your phone angled to show the view perfectly. Your face is cut off but your neck down is showing, your breasts squeezed between your hands as your fingers roll down to collect your slick.
You’re recording this video for your boyfriend, Chadwick.
He’s overseas, promoting for his movie and the upcoming movie that would be coming out with him in it. He’s been overseas while you two were dating, but this time he’s been missing you a bit more.
Time zones are different—it’s eleven o’clock at night for you and sometime in the afternoon for him. He should be switching between interviews now, taking mini breaks. That’s why you decided to do this, to tease him and make his life even harder.
“I miss you so much, baby,” you moan, making as much noise as you can with your fingers between your lower lips. You make sure to not make the video too long but not too short either—waving goodbye with your wetness covering your fingers as you send the video to him and wait.
It doesn’t take long for your Snapchat to start blowing up. You giggle a little as you watch him overload you with texts and pictures of his eyes widened, before the last picture ends on one with his hand on his bulge, the caption titling; “I’m calling you right now. This is all your fault :(“
You smile to yourself as you answer the phone, being met with the sound of his harsh breathing.
“Well hi, baby,” you giggle and he whimpers at the sound of your voice. “Are you okay?”
“Why did you send me that?!” He whisper-yells, and you can hear the sound of him unbuckling his pants. “You better be glad I’m in my dressing room right now.”
“Remember who you’re talking to.” you say sternly and you hear nothing. You grin—what a baby.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, all the noise dying off except for his voice. “Can you help me?”
“Your pants are already unzipped, baby, so take them off for me,” you tell him and you can hear him set the phone down, assuming he put the phone on speaker. “Rub yourself for me. Tell me what you thought when you saw the video.”
“I was watching it next to Michael—b-but my headphones were in,” he explained, voice cracking on a moan. “I had to lean all the way back in my chair and he thought I was watching porn..”
“Were you not?” you tease and he groans, breathing even harder. “You can go ahead and touch yourself, baby, but do it nice and slow.”
“I can’t,” he tells you, wrapping his hand around himself underneath his boxers. “I have to go back out in a few minutes, please.”
“I guess you can’t cum then, baby,” you say and he whines, forcing himself to slow down his pace, your voice and that video the only thing in his head. “Do you want to go back on stage with your little problem in that way? I can’t wait to see you so unfocused.”
He pretends he doesn’t like it but he does, when you tease him and edge him at times like this, and he has to try his best not to let his arousal get the best of him. “Please don’t.”
“Then stop complaining and do what I say. Can you do that for me, baby?”
His hand stills on himself as he leans back against the couch, praying for time to slow itself down.