You must have read the text three times before you finally comprehend what it says. Your face becomes hot when you do understand it, and despite being home alone, you look around yourself, checking the coast is clear before you look at your phone again, his words leaping out at you.
Namjoon, 18:43: You have 30 seconds.
Checking the text timestamp you realise you’re already going to be late. With a yelp you hastily tap the camera button, blowing strands of hair out of your face as you pose quickly, snapping him a rushed selfie. 18:45: That’s a selfie babe. 18:45: That’s not what I asked for. 18:46: Try again.
You smirk - he really loves this game.
Undoing the top two buttons on your blouse, you squeeze your elbows together to increase your bust, angling a shot so that he can see all the way from your extended neck down to the curve of your exposed lingerie. That should do it.
18:48: That’s better. 18:49: ...keep going.
He’s at work, you know this, he’s not supposed to be home for hours. It’s just like him to tease you like this, when he knows you can’t get to him, no matter how much you might want to.
You pout subconsciously, thinking fast of what exactly to send to him. You settle for a close up of your own fingers around your throat, a tight squeeze as the camera snaps, a single text of ‘Is this better Daddy?’ followed by a winking emoji.
18:52: Don’t get sassy with me baby. 18:53: It never ends well for you. 18:53: Now, put those fingers where you want me.
You gulp, feeling a wave of heat run through your body.
Without another thought you move to the bedroom, settling yourself down amongst the pillows after removing your clothes, you proceed to take a photo of your own hand from above, fingers dipping under the fabric of your underwear.
Letting out your held breath slowly, you press send.
18:56: I want to see them inside you baby.
You’re nervous, but you obey him.
18:57: Good girl. 18:58: You look so wet. 18:58: You need me, huh?
He gets you to masturbate for him then, taking pictures as you go, your fingers deep inside yourself, hands splaying your lips open for him to see.
You’re so turned on at this point that you’re practically shaking as you text him your wants in return, begging him to come home between more and more frantic strokes.
19:03: Are you close baby? 19:04: ...Do you wish it was me?
Suddenly, as you begin to reach your climax, your phone unexpectedly rings in your hand, and you almost lose it off the side of the bed in shock. You fumble with the buttons, halting your other movements as you answer it.
“H-hello?”
All you can hear is background hubbub; multiple familiar voices with a faint overhead speaker calling out times. He’s backstage. His voice cuts in, a gruff whisper,
“I wanted to listen to you baby, keep going.”
“Daddy,” you whine, embarrassed, “Someone will hear me..”
“They won’t” he says, and his voice is suddenly tender, “Now go on,”
You continue with a quiet huff, switching him to a low speakerphone and resting the phone next to your head, your fingers slipping back within yourself as your rub at your breast, a faint whimper coming out of your mouth.
You can hear him breathing, hear the sound of people around him, and you feel shy but also alive, emboldened by the thought of him listening to you, needing to hear you. Your breathing starts to become short and you begin to let out a low moan, but its interrupted harshly when you hear Min Yoongi’s voice erupting into the bedroom through the speakerphone, “Namjoon! Come on, we’re going up!” “Yeah man,” Namjoon replies heavily, “I’m coming!”
You whine despite yourself, feeling your orgasm slipping from your grip at this sudden distraction, but Namjoon’s voice is instantly close, “Come on baby, be a good girl and come for me before I have to go.” So, you continue to fuck yourself for him, moaning loudly now, your frustration pushing you past caring who hears you, your body tight from holding on so long, “I don’t know if I can,” you cry out, desperate, “Come for me baby,” he says, and his voice is so thick with lust that your orgasm finally crashes over you, as if he had commanded it, “...come for Daddy.”
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