KINKTOBER DAY 29 - Phone Sex
| higuruma!smut, fem!reader
| synopsis: you miss hiromi.
༉‧₊˚. it was a friday night and you came home from work exhausted. “i’m home baby,” you called out, hanging your keys by the foyer. realization hit you when you heard no response.
hiromi was away for the weekend on work business. you groaned flopping into the couch, turning the tv on. you flipped through the channels looking for something interesting to watch and keep you busy, distracting you from the fact the house was empty.
you turned off the tv sighing, there was nothing interesting to watch. you sighed turning on your phone and scrolling through your socials seeing what everyone was up to on this friday night while you rot in your couch. you got up and poured yourself a glass of wine in the kitchen when your phone buzzed with a text from huromi, your face instantly lit up once you read his name.
“hey baby, just letting yk i made it to the hotel and my first conference is an hour so i can’t text you til later tonight. love you”
“alright nice, yes pls call and i love you too”
you exit the conversation and resume drinking your glass of wine while you continue scrolling on your phone. you got the idea to send hiromi a selfie of you holding your wine glass. you snap the photo and send it to him waiting on a response. after a minute passes he hearts the message responding,
“you look so good, drinking wine without me?”
you giggled at his response before typing
“mhm. doesn’t taste the same without u having it with me”
“i know but ill be home tomorrow night”
“yeah yeah ik..how was the commute?”
“terrible and unnecessarily stressful”
you giggled, reading it in his tone.
“anyway, i gotta go now but ill call u tonight alright?”
with that, the conversation ended and you turned off your phone, heading to the bathroom to take a much awaited shower. you stripped your work uniform off and hopped in the steaming shower. the hot water beats at your back, releasing the tension from work and the aches and pains.
you sigh, grabbing your favourite scented soap, vanilla cashmere. you put some on your loofah before cleaning yourself. rinsing off, your hands traced down to your chest. you flicked at your nipples, whimpering. usually hiromi would be in the shower with you as he loved your scented soap and he’d relieve you of your stress from the work week.
“hiromi..” you mumbled to yourself.
your hands found their way to your clit and you circled it, reminiscing on how hiromi would have you bent over, hands pressing the wall for support was he fucked you from behind. you thought this would help the built up heat but it didn’t. it didn’t feel the same without hiromi here.
after several minutes passed, you gave up in frustration and finished rinsing off before turning off the shower, wrapping a towel around your body. you grabbed your phone, snapping another selfie, sending it to him. entering your shared bedroom, you found a matching bra and underwear putting it on to hopefully model for hiromi later.
hours went by and you found a show to watch to keep you entertained. you also started eating some strawberries when your phone went off with an incoming facetime call coming from your boyfriend, hiromi. you answered on your macbook instead, not even bothering to reach for your phone that was on the dresser.
“hi,” you smiled, waving at the camera.
“h-hey.” hiromi’s face turned a shade of crimson
“uh what’s up with your face?” you question.
you noticed his gaze shifting down and you looked down at yourself realizing you were only in your bra and underwear. you pushed the screen back, aiming the camera higher so it was just your chest and above in view.
“so how was your day?” you asked
“it was pretty boring,” he answered.
“yeah? well i wanna hear all about it,” you smiled.
“are you sure?” he asked, setting his phone down while he took off his work suit.
“well we started with introductions on what business sectors we were from and..” hiromi continues
your hand found its way to your underwear, rubbing over your clothed pussy. your breathing ragged. hiromi noticed and stopped talking.
“honey.. you okay?” he asked with genuine concern. if only he knew.
“y-yeah im alright,” you forced a smile trying to appear normal, as if you weren’t touching yourself to his voice.
“just.. just continue what you were saying,” you replied
“you sure you’re okay? we can-”
“yes! just keep going,” your tone came off impatient and needy.
hiromi kept on rambling about his day. fatigue clung to his voice as he rubbed his face trying to shake the tiredness off. you closed your eyes humming in acknowledgement to him while your finger flicked your clit over and over. you let out a soft moan which stopped hiromi mid sentence. he finally caught on when he heard the sounds of your fingers gliding in and out of your wetness. you couldn’t help it anymore as soft moans escaped your lips.
“let me see you,” he said sitting in front of his phone, you saw the boner through his boxers. you obliged and aimed the camera down to your wet panties and your hands in them. he soon pulled his dick out of his boxers, groaning.
“k-keep talking..” you mumbled, your fingers kept up at a rapid pace, in and out of your weeping cunt.
“mhm, you’re doing so good, touching yourself for me,” hiromi began pumping his dick, precum dripping down.
you took off your panties, giving him a better view of your pussy, covered in your slick.
“you know how bad i wanted to rip that towel off you when i saw that picture?” he continues.
“i know.. i need you hiromi,” you whimpered.
“c’mon baby please that sweet pussy for me,” he whines.
his pathetic whines and facial expressions only turning you on. you loved when he talked you through sex but this time felt more intimate as you were on the phone.
“oh hiromi,” your words came out hoarse.
“you sound so pretty saying my name like that princess,” his breath hitching as he jerked himself off watching you.
you other hand flicked and circled around your nipple, earning a soft whimper from you and hiromi groaned in response.
“yes keep going baby,” he praised, stroking his dick.
“i-i’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your hips grinding on your hand.
“cum for me baby, let’s cum together.” he said.
you both reached your climax, your pussy spasms, coating your thighs and hands in arousal and hiromi pumps his cock, leaking of his cum. both your chests rise and fall, catching your breath.
“that was..” you chuckled. getting up to clean yourself off.
“agreed.. see you soon honey.” hiromi grabbed nearby tissues, wiping himself off.
NOTE: this fic was lowk inspired by “talk you through it” by kwn and flo.
