There's something so special about phone sex. being able to make a pretty boy cum with nothing but your words is so fucking hot. Telling him how and when to touch himself, hearing his little whines and whimpers as he begs you for more. +5 points if it's over video chat. watching him use his pretty cunt just for you. Phone sex seekers hmu /hj
Satoru<3: room service just got here. megumi's glaring at the dessert cart like it personally insulted him
You: did you get the kids something good?
Satoru<3: duh. i'm the fun dad. also nobara said i have "sugar daddy energy" and i don't know how to feel about that
You: well... you do pay for everything and you do wear sunglasses indoors and you spoil those kiddos rotten so yeah. i see it.
Satoru<3: omg wait am i the blueprint??
You: yes. just... unhinged. and taller. and louder.
Satoru<3: you forgot hotter ;) anyway whatcha doin sugar tits?
You: you did not just call me sugar tits.
Satoru<3: shut up you love it. so whatcha dooooin?
You: i'm in the bath. chase atlantic is playing. i'm rotting peacefully
Satoru<3: ...you didn't warn me. you didn't warn me you were in the bath.
You: lol sorry?
Satoru<3: this feels like an attack.
Satoru<3: lemme see.
You laugh. He's so dramatic. Your cheeks are already warm from the heat of the bath, and maybe a little from the thought of him, sprawled on hotel sheets, texting you like he's already half hard and kicking his feet just thinking about your wet skin.
So you angle your phone and snap a quick pic.
Shoulders up. Hair slicked back, wet and clinging to your skin like forbidden silk. Lashes damp and heavy, eyes hooded, lips parted just enough to be dangerous. Your cheeks are flushed; partially from the heat, but mostly from the slow, hazy kind of arousal that creeps in when you think about him.
You look... wrecked. Not in a tired way, but in the way that makes you look exactly the way you do when he's got his head buried between your legs, when his name is dripping off your tongue, when your fingers are knotted in his hair and you're trembling from how good he's making you feel.
You send it. No caption. Just a little killshot.
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The reply takes all of five seconds.
Satoru<3: ...
You smirk as his texts start rolling in; dramatic as always, but you can feel the shift in tone. The warmth you feel is no longer from the soothing bath water and entirely from the thought of him right now; particularly localized right between your legs. Chase Atlantic's vocals spilling through the steam like temptation, and something in you just wants to see how far you can push him tonight.
Satoru<3: are you fucking kidding me.
Satoru<3: nope. nope. no. i'm not doing this. you can't just drop a picture like that looking like you just came from my tongue and expect me to ACT NORMAL
Satoru<3: you look like you just moaned my name. you look like you're still tasting me. your fucking cheeks are flushed and your lips are glossy and you KNOW what that does to me
Satoru<3: i'm literally shaking. i'm shaking. my whole fucking body just flinched like i got sniped. i think i felt it in my soul
Satoru<3: oh my god i'm gonna fucking explode do you even realize what you just did to me?
Satoru<3: i'm hard. like. hurts level hard. and i can't even do anything about it. i'm just casually in the fucking hallway now tempted to teleport back to my fucking room and i'm suffering
You: oops :)
Satoru<3: that's not fair. you're not fair. you look like you're about to say my name with your legs over my shoulders and i'm just supposed to SIT HERE???
Satoru<3: are you FUCKING kidding me.
Satoru<3: i was just here trying to be a good influence and now my dick's about to bust a hole in my sweatpants you are NOT REAL
You: oh no, poor baby
Satoru<3: don't "poor baby" me! you didn't even have to show anything but your shoulders are glistening and your lips are all pink and fuck i'm so fucking hard right now
Satoru<3: god i miss your mouth. i miss your thighs. i miss your everything. fuck.
You stare at his messages, lips curving, heart pounding just a little harder beneath the steam curling around your skin. He's spiraling. And you? You're evil.
So you shift in the water, just a little. Not enough to make a splash, but just enough to pull your arm across your chest, pressing it close, the soft slope of your cleavage rising just above the waterline. It's nothing explicit. No nipples, nothing wild.
But it's intentional. The wet sheen on your skin. The lazy tilt of your head. The way your lashes lower like you're seconds away from purring. Your lips parted curled in a subtle, sweet smirk.
You take the photo and send it.
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You don't even get the read receipt before your phone buzzes violently.
Satoru<3: OKAY i’m already on my way to my room. immediate emergency. DEFCON ONE. CODE RED. GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK
You: hehe
Satoru<3: you are the devil and if you ever say "hehe" again i'm flying home mid mission
Satoru<3: no. actually. say it again. say "hehe" while i'm between your thighs next time.
You: aw, poor baby. need a little break?
Satoru<3: baby i need a break from reality. hold on. gimme 3 minutes. sprinting to my room before i bust in this elevator and have to kill myself out of shame
seen
And then he disappears.
You laugh, sinking a little deeper into the bath as Chase Atlantic hums in the background, your legs lazily dragging through the water. You almost forget what you’re doing to him until-
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It's not subtle. His sweatpants are stretched tight. You can see the imprint of his cock, long and thick and visibly twitching beneath the gray cotton. It's so hard it looks painful, the head pressed tight to the fabric, the outline unmistakable.
Satoru<3:
LOOK
WHAT
YOU
DO
TO
ME
Satoru<3: you think this is normal? i'm so hard it hurts. i'm leaking through the fucking fabric. i haven't even touched myself and i'm about to lose it
Satoru<3: all because you're in a tub looking like the fucking goddess of ruin, the patron saint of making me cum in my pants
Satoru<3: you wanna fix this or should i fuck my hand and cry
You don't reply right away. You know he's waiting. You know he's sitting there, phone clenched in one hand, rock hard in his sweats, twitching every time your typing dots pop up. So you take your sweet, sweet time.
You: hmm. maybe i've already been fucking my own hand this whole time. you'd never know :)
You: water's all rippled and my thighs feel all tingly. wonder why
Satoru<3: NO NO NO NO NO don't say that don't say that unless you're gonna tell me EVERYTHING
Satoru<3: are you? are you touching yourself right now? oh my fucking god
Satoru<3: baby baby please
Satoru<3: send a voice note just one just a tiny moan. please. i'm BEGGING
You: you touching yourself?
Satoru<3: no! i swear! i'm being good.
You: good boy. keep it that way.
You: unless you want me to stop texting.
Satoru<3: NO I'M SITTING ON MY HANDS. I SWEAR. i'm gonna explode. this is torture. this is illegal
You smirk, lean back, and maybe trail your hand through the water. You don't actually touch, but rather let the tension build, for you more so than him. Then a few seconds later...
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You chuckle a little, then press play. It's his voice. Not the playful, cocky tone you're used to. He sounds fucking destroyed.
God, this man was gone for you. And you loved every bit of it.
"F-fuck," he moans, breathless already through your phone speaker. "Please. You're so fucking mean." There's a pause. A faint, shuddering inhale. Like he's trying to compose himself, but he’s absolutely failing. "Just- just lemme touch it, baby. Please. I'm so hard it hurts, I'm- I'm losing it," he babbles, tone climbing rapidly into desperation. "You're in the bath, looking like that, and I'm just supposed to sit here and suffer? My dick is leaking through my sweats. It's- fuck, I'm shaking."
You swear you hear him thump his head back against the wall.
"You make me so fucking pathetic. I wanna put the phone right on my chest, let you hear how fucked up you make me. Please. I'll be good. I'll send another pic. I'll do anything. Just say the word." Another quiet, barely there whimper. And then a desperate little whisper: "...please."
You record it with one press. One take. Nothing too dramatic; just enough breathlessness, just enough softness. A quiet, drawn out moan that drips with suggestion. A little catch in your throat like you're holding something back. Like you might be touching yourself, or maybe you're just really good at pretending.
You send it.
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You: guess right and i'll let you. am i touching myself, or just teasing you, baby?
You stare at the screen. Three dots. Then they disappear. Then again. Then disappear.
Satoru<3: oh my god i had to bury my face in a pillow. i'm losing motor function. you sounded so... fuck. fuck. that little gasp at the end??? i need to be inside you NOW
Satoru<3: okay okay okay. you're not touching yourself. your voice was too controlled baby. that little moan was pure theater, wasn't it? you're trying to ruin me
You: ding ding we have a winner!
Satoru<3: FUCK. i win. i win. let me touch myself. please
You: hmm... but wouldn't it be more fun like this?
You take a quick moment before texting again, letting the suspense chew at him. Then you drop the next line, sweet as sugar and twice as cruel:
You: i just really wanna watch you cum without me even touching you, maybe without you even touching yourself. don't you think that'd be fun? making each other fall apart from just words and visuals?
Satoru<3: baby. baby i can't even BREATHE. i just leaked through my sweats again. i think i might actually die
Satoru<3: fuck. okay. okay. gimme a second. say more. just say anything. i'll cum like this. i swear i will. just please talk to me
Your finger hovers over the mic icon. You know exactly what you're going to say. You hit record. Your voice is low. Velvet soft. The kind of voice that wraps around him like silk and squeezes just a little too tight.
"Okay, baby. Go ahead. Take your cock out for me. Slow, okay? I want you to stroke it like I would. Just the tip first. Just a tease. That's it. Breathe for me, Satoru."
You end the message there. Just long enough to guide him. Just short enough to keep him needing more.
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You don't even get the typing dots. Just-
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Your breath catches. He did exactly what you told him. His sweatpants are pushed down, and his cock is in his fist; red, dripping, twitching in his palm. He's stroking the head with slow, shuddering movements, precum smearing across his fingers. You hear him panting, just barely, like he's trying not to be loud, but completely unraveling under your voice.
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This one's longer. His whole hand is wrapped around his cock this time. He's thrusting into his own fist, hips jerking, abs flexing. His breathing is louder, less controlled. He's trying to whisper your name, over and over, but it keeps breaking into soft, choked moans. And fuck, he looks so good. Sweat damp hair sticking to his forehead. Eyes glazed. Mouth parted.
Satoru<3: just like that? fuck your voice in my ear and my hand on my cock, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna fucking cum please please please
You bite your lip. Time for his reward.
You shift in the tub, carefully angling your phone. Legs spread, skin still slick and glowing from the water. You slide your fingers down, parting yourself slow, teasing, and then ease two fingers inside. Not just a pose, and not just a suggestion either. You fuck yourself for five whole seconds. Your face visible, your moan soft and shaky, your body gorgeous and completely bare.
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His reaction is priceless.
Satoru<3:
I
AM
GOING
TO
DIE
Satoru<3: you are the most dangerous thing that has EVER existed
Satoru<3: i miss you so fucking bad i need to come home i need to live inside you
You grin. And then, like the evil little minx you are, you press record again.
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"Aww, baby, you're gonna finish so fast. Slow down for me, okay? I want this to last. Be a good boy. Don't cum yet."
You don't even get a reply. Just the FaceTime logo exploding onto your screen. You answer with a smirk.
He's a fucking mess. Face flushed, white hair tousled, lips parted in a desperate gasp. He's propped his phone up somewhere, and you can see his cock twitching in his fist as he tries to steady his breath.
"Nope. We're doing this live," he pants. "Sorry. I can't. Fucking hell. I need to see you."
You giggle softly, sweet and dangerous. Then shift your camera down, just for a little tease.
The view is devastating; your bare chest and stomach, skin glistening, bubbles pooling around your figure as your fingers are still buried deep inside your cunt under the water. You're moving slow, rhythmic and controlled. The kind of slow that taunts, not pleases.
His moan is immediate. A broken, strangled sound that makes your thighs twitch.
"Jesus fuck-" he groans, gripping himself tighter.
You bring the camera back up. Angle it close. Your flushed face fills the screen; lips parted and glossy, eyes half lidded and dark, a hint of smugness tugging at the corner of your mouth. You bite your lip. Your lashes flutter.
"Satoru," you whisper, voice warm and breathy, "I wish you were here. You'd fuck me so good, wouldn't you?"
He's trembling.
"Oh my god, yes," he gasps. "Yes, I would. I'd- I'd eat you out until your legs shook. I'd fuck you so slow just to hear those little noises. You'd let me, right? You'd ride me 'til I cry?"
Your brows furrow, then raise. That expression. The one he always says makes him lose his mind. You move your fingers just right and let your head fall back slightly, a soft moan escaping as your stomach tenses.
And he fucking whimpers. He's full on babbling now.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- you're unreal, you're so fucking beautiful, I can't- how are you real? Look at your face, I- I'd worship you for the rest of my life. I'd crawl for you, I'd beg, please, please tell me I can cum-"
You tilt your head. Smirk. Voice soft, dangerous, in that tone you know drives Satoru up the fucking wall and back down again. "Only if you tell me whose cock that is, baby."
"Yours," he chokes out. "Yours, yours, everything is yours. Please, let me, please-"
Your moan is barely a whisper. You nod once, deliberate and slow, giving him permission. And really, that’s all it takes to break Satoru.
He cums with your name in his mouth like he's worshipping at the altar of you and a sob so visceral the phone vibrates. It's violent the way it hits him. He jerks up off the mattress, spine arched, cock spilling ropes of cum all over his abs, his fist still pumping instinctively through every wave. His moans crack into broken, choked off sounds. Eyes wet, lips parted, face completely destroyed.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck- baby, oh my god-"
His head drops back. He gasps, shuddering. And then he sniffles. Deadass crying. You can see the tears clinging to his lashes, the wet shimmer in the corners of his eyes, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon.
He slowly brings the phone closer, hand still trembling. "...I think you killed me," he breathes. "I think my soul left my body and came all over my stomach."
You giggle softly. Innocent. Cruel. "Aw. What a shame. I didn't even finish yet."
His entire body reacted. He sits up so fast the camera jostled. "No. No. Stop. Stop right now." His voice cracks, acting like you not cumming was on the same scale as a war crime. "Let me," he pleads, breath catching. "Let me talk you through it. I'll make it so good. I swear. Baby, please."
You bite your lip. Shift the camera. Legs still parted in the tub. Fingers still between your thighs. You nod. “Mm, go ahead and try baby.”
His voice drops, breathy and shaky, but soft. "Okay...okay, angel. Touch yourself again. Just slow at first. Just tease me. Act like I'm not even allowed to see."
You move your fingers, slow and shallow. He watches with parted lips, eyes glued to your screen like it's holy.
"You're so pretty. Fuck. I wish I was there. I'd kiss your thighs while you do that. Hold you open with both hands and just...watch."
You let out a shaky moan. His breath stutters.
"I'd slide inside so slow, baby. Let you feel everything." His voice cracks again. "You always take me so good. You get so wet for me. You'd wrap around me like you're made for it."
Your hips start to roll.
"You like when I stretch you open, huh?" he breathes. "When you can feel me deep, pressing against that spot that makes your eyes roll back? I'd go slow, baby. I'd make it last."
Your brows furrow. A soft gasp escapes you.
"God, your face- that face- you're so close, huh? Can I hear you? Can I hear how good you feel?"
Your breathing's getting heavier. Your fingers move deeper now, slick and steady, and your thighs part wider beneath the water.
He sees it, feels it, even through the screen. You don't have to say a word.
"Easy," he murmurs. "Don't rush it yet, baby. I wanna watch."
His voice is low and soothing. Still wrecked, but with a softness reserved only for you as he coos and coaxes you through your own orgasm. You can hear the rawness in his throat; he probably hasn't stopped shaking himself since he came.
"I'd be kissing your stomach right now," he whispers, eyes locked on your screen, like not even the world ending could make him tear his gaze away even only for a second. "Soft, messy kisses while my fingers fuck you stupid."
Your moan escapes unbidden; quiet and cracked.
"You like that? Hm?" he breathes. "You'd be grinding on my hand, wouldn't you? All needy. Whispering my name like it's the only word you know."
You whimper again, your hips starting to roll in rhythm. “Mhmm, and?”
"I'd rub your clit so slow," he continues, breath hitching. "Just circles. Gentle ones. Just enough to make your legs shake."
You gasp softly, eyebrows knitting, and he groans like it physically hurt him.
"God, your face. You make that little expression when it feels just right, right there, baby? Is that it?"
You nod. Barely able to breathe.
"I'd be inside you so deep. I'd fuck into you slow and smooth, over and over, until you couldn't take it."
His voice is shaking again, full of awe and praise.
"You'd look at me with those eyes. Those perfect, sexy eyes. Like I'm the only one who's ever touched you right. You always look so pretty when you're close, baby. Always so fuckin' perfect."
You can feel the pressure building, winding tighter and inching closer to snapping with every word he speaks.
"I'd hold your face while you came for me," he whispers, his voice softening by an octave or two at the thought. "Kiss you through it. Moan with you. I'd be right there, baby. Just like I am now. I'm watching you. I see everything. You're so close, aren't you?"
You nod again, moaning louder this time, body starting to shake. He leans closer to the camera, his eyes wide and pleading, voice full of endearment and encouragement. "Cum for me, angel. Please. I wanna watch how pretty you look."
You're moaning shamelessly from his words alone. The tone, the way he says them, the way he’s so clearly, obviously desperate for you. Your moans start quiet andragged, but build fast the more ruined Satoru becomes. Eventually your whole body’s arching, thighs and stomach convulsing, fingers buried deep and curling, your mouth open in a breathless cry. You make sure your face is in view of the camera; flushed, shining, wrecked, as you moan his name.
"Fuck, Satoru-"
He's watching in absolute awe, like seeing one of the world’s seven wonders through his phone screen; Eyes wide, mouth parted. His eyes watery and glossy as he whispers, "...holy shit."
Your fingers curl deep. Your toes flex beneath the water. Your mouth falls open, and your head tips back just slightly, just enough for him to see the ripple of tension through your throat. Your lashes flutter, lips quivering, body shaking as it's trying to hold on just a little longer. But you can't. It hits like a tidal wave.
"Satoru-" you gasp, and the sound of your voice like that entirely destroys something in him.
You're fucking falling apart right in front of him; eyes glazed, brows furrowed, mouth open in the prettiest, most helpless moan. You look like you're about to cry from how good it feels. Your thighs shudder, hips stuttering as you ride it out with stuttering, shaky breaths. But then you heard him, too.
"F-fuck- oh my god, fuck baby- "
You blink through the haze, phone still in your hand, but your jaw drops as he shifts the camera, propping it back up on a pillow. He’s cumming. Again. And giving you a whole front row seat to the spectacle.
He didn't even mean to, really. But then his hand is back on his cock as you came, barely stroking, just watching you with wide, tear glossed eyes. It fucking shoots out of him, messy and sudden and completely unprompted; ropes of it spilling over his stomach and chest again as his mouth falls open in a silent cry.
He pants like he can't catch his breath, like you knocked the wind out of him, moaning through gritted teeth. "You're so fucking beautiful, oh my god- I didn't even touch it that time, I just- your face, fuck- your voice, Jesus Christ baby-"
He's twitching through aftershocks, eyes locked on his screen, completely wrecked. And all you do is smirk, flushed and glowing, your voice still breathless, "God, you're so easy. Came again just from watching me?"
He groans, collapsing back against the pillows. "You're gonna kill me."
You giggle, trailing your fingers down your stomach as the bath water ripples gently around you. "Mmm. Maybe. But what a way to go."
He's still catching his breath. Hair a mess, eyes heavy lidded, lashes damp. You watch him collapse dramatically back onto the bed, face flushed, cum still streaked across his skin. "Okay," he wheezes. "Okay, princess. Get out of the bath. We're done. You win. I'm cooked. Fully destroyed."
You giggle softly, rinsing off in the warm water as he rambles.
"I want you to put on that sweater," he mumbles. "You know the one. The big knit one. Mine. The one that smells like me and makes you look stupid cute because it's way too big for you."
You smirk, standing and wrapping yourself in a towel.
"Put that on," he whispers, watching you through the screen with adoring, sleepy eyes. "And get in bed. I'm telling you a bedtime story."
You towel off and pull the sweater on; it swallows you whole, the sleeves covering your hands, the hem brushing along your upper thighs. You climb into bed, still warm from the bath, and snuggle under the covers with the phone propped up.
"You comfy?" he asks gently. "You look so pretty like that. Soft. Safe."
"I'm comfy," you whisper, settling in. "What's the story?"
"The story," he hums, blinking slowly, "is about this girl I'm in love with who deserves everything. Like, everything. She's the prettiest, baddest, softest, smartest woman to ever exist, and I'm pretty sure she has me under some kind of sex magic spell, but I'm not complaining."
You giggle again, cheeks warm.
"And when I get home," he continues, voice dipping into something soft and and promising, "I'm booking you a spa day. No, actually. I am the spa now. I'm gonna turn our place into a spa. Hot towels, essential oils, deep tissue massage. I'll scrub your back with my lips if you want. Exfoliation by Gojo."
You snort. "You've officially lost it."
"I'm in love," he whines. "Different thing."
He rolls onto his side, eyes soft and sleep dazed. "You deserve the world," he murmurs. "Like, actually. Do you want it? I'll give it to you. Just say the word. I'll fly to space. I'll name a planet after you. You can take all of my generational wealth."
You bite your lip, smiling fondly. "I just want you," you say softly.
He goes silent for a second. You watch him blink like he's buffering. Then he groans, face scrunched. "Ughhhh, why would you say something that cute after I just came twice. You're gonna kill me. I love you so bad it's stupid."
You just hum, eyes fluttering closed. "Night, Toru."
"Night, baby," he whispers. "Dream of me. I'll be dreaming of you. And your bathtub. And your face. And your- okay I'm stopping. I'm stopping now."
The last thing you hear before drifting off is his voice, sleepy and warm.
You're on the usual phone call with your boyfriend, both cuddled up in blankets on your gaming chairs and watching a movie, just wishing that you guys were there together.
"Hold on baby I'm thirsty, lemme get some water". "Okay baby, I'm here~" Your boyfriend pauses the movie you guys were watching. As you get up and walk away, your boyfriend sees the tight shorts you're wearing, perfectly cupping your ass, ever so slightly showing more than needed. "Fuckk~" Your boyfriend looks down at his growing bulge and quickly grabs hold of it, wishing he was there to bend you over and rip those tight shorts off of you.
As you come back into the room and sit down, you notice he seems more, sweaty. "Babe? you alright?" He quickly snaps back into reality, "y/n! I-I'm okay, you just startled me, that's all.." He knew damn well that was a lie. He had his hands in his pants but was too shy to say the truth. "Okayy, well uhm play the movie then!" Your boyfriend starts the movie over again and you guys keep eyeing each other throughout the movie...
When the movie ends you guys both look at each other, wondering what to do now. You think for a second to yourself and know exactly what to do. You give him that look. The look that you both know all too well. You instanly run to grab your sex toy, a nice, long, dildo with ridges to feel realistic. As you slowly take off your clothing, your boyfriend rips off his shirt and jumps into his bed. You quickly follow after, positioning your camera to show your completely naked body.
"Spread your legs baby~ Just like how we do it when I'm there~" You obey his command and your pussy is already dripping just from his deep, sleepy but sexy voice. "Fuck yess y/n~ such a good girl for me~" He quickly angles his phone down and you see his thick cock throbbing, just seeing it from the phone makes your mind race with flashbacks to him pounding your pussy. You lay back down and slip in your dildo, a squelch sound echos as you tighten around its ridges. "Shit i can see how tight you are~ I could cum just from that..~" Your boyfriend quickly speeds up his strokes and you try your best to follow his pace, struggling to maintain control as your legs shake and you slowly get closer to seeing stars.
"F-fuckk..~ y/n~ a..ahh..~" Your boyfriends whimpers and moans make your body shiver as yours become more slutty by the second, "I- I'm gonna.. c..cu.." He could barely spit out his words before a thick load of cum splashes his skin and the phone screen. You follow him seconds after, legs shaking as your orgasm spills from your body, coating your toy and thighs.
"That was amazingg.. not as amazing as when you're here though" You tease lightly while still trying to regain focus.
"Don't worry baby~ I'll be there next week to give you just what you crave."
This was my first writing on Tumblr! I hope you guys enjoy~ ♡
Taehyung’s voice was deep, heavy with sleep. It crackled through the phone, sending shivers down your spine.
"You’re still awake?" you teased, rolling onto your back. "Could say the same about you" he murmured. You could hear the smile in his voice "What are you doing?"
"Just lying in bed"
"Mmm" he hummed, voice dropping an octave. "Wish I was there"
Your stomach fluttered. You loved the way his voice wrapped around you, smooth and slow like honey. "Yeah?"
"Mhm It’s lonely tonight"
"Poor baby" Your smile turned teasing. "You need me to talk you to sleep?"
He chuckled, but something in his breath hitched barely noticeable, but you caught it.
"Your voice doesn’t make me want to sleep, baby" he admitted. "It makes me hard"
Your breath stopped. You hummed, dragging a hand over your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties "You sound breathless, Tae"
He exhaled sharply. "That’s because I am, baby" His voice was thick, heavy with arousal, and you knew he was touching himself. "Are you hard?" you whispered.
He let out a shaky breath, and the slight rustling on his end made your body burn "So fucking hard" he admitted, voice strained "All because of you"
Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling low in your belly "Wish I could see you" you murmured.
"Wish you could fucking touch me" he groaned. The desperation in his voice made your pulse skyrocket.
"What would you do if I was there, Tae?" He let out a deep, wrecked sigh "Wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you" he confessed, "Would make you say my name over and over until you couldn’t think about anything else"
Your breath hitched "Say it" he commanded softly, "Tae" you whispered, dragging your fingers lower, teasing yourself just like you knew he was doing.
He groaned, the sound absolutely filthy "Keep going, baby, Let me hear you"
"Tae-"
"Mmm, already breathless?" He smirked through the phone, "Are you touching yourself yet?"
Heat pooled between your thighs. "N-No."
"Why not?" His voice dipped into something darker, more commanding "Do it"
You swallowed hard, your fingers sliding down, teasing over your stomach. "You sound needy," you whispered.
Taehyung groaned "Baby, I’m fucking struggling right now"
Your thighs clenched together.
"You don’t know what you do to me" he rasped, voice wrecked. "I can’t even think straight I’m so fucking hard, it hurts" A soft whimper slipped from your lips, and he growled.
"Touch yourself. Right now."
You obeyed instantly, your fingers slipping lower, teasing yourself the way you knew he would if he were here.
Your fingers dipped lower, and when your next moan slipped through the phone, you heard it the unmistakable sound of his hand moving faster, his breath turning ragged.
"You sound so pretty" he groaned, "Wish I was there to hear it in person. Wish I could fucking feel you"
Your fingers circled your clit, and your body tensed, "That’s my girl" he groaned, his breathing uneven.
"Tell me how it feels"
"So-so good," you whimpered "Faster" he ordered.
You obeyed, your breath catching.
"I bet you’re soaking for me" he groaned. "Wish I could see you. Wish I could spread you open and make you beg"
"Tae, please-"
"Fuck, I need more," he panted.
You heard it the rustling of fabric, the sharp inhale as he touched himself. "You touching yourself now?" you asked breathlessly.
"Yeah," he groaned. "Fuck, baby, I wish this was you"
Your stomach tightened.
"Say my name," he commanded.
"Taehyung," you gasped.
"Again"
"Tae-fuck, please!"
His whimper nearly ended you.
"Baby, I’m so fucking close" he admitted, voice shaking "Cum for me. Let me hear you" Your body snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, moans spilling from your lips as your body trembled.
"Fuck-fuck, baby-" Taehyung groaned through his own release, his breathing heavy, uneven.
The sound of him falling apart because of you had you shivering, your body still humming with pleasure.
A beat of silence passed.
Then, he chuckled breathlessly. "Well, fuck. Now I really can’t sleep"
You giggled, burying your face into the pillow. "Guess you’ll just have to call me again, then"
Taehyung smirked against the receiver "Oh, baby, I will"
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I'm on the phone with a pretty boy. He's whimpering and whining on the other side of the line and he hasn't even touched himself yet. He's begging me to let him touch his cunt and I can imagine him squirming to try and give himself some relief. I tell him he can touch himself but only if he starts by circling his tdick nice and slow for me. poor thing starts moaning and begging me for more within minutes. "please, please sir, let me fuck myself for you, please," he begs pathetically. I smile and tell him that he may while he thanks me like a good boy and fills his hole for me. "There you go baby, thats my good boy. don't stop." god he sounds so fucking pretty when he moans for me. I can hear the squelch of his cunt being fucked in the background as he whimpers and whines at me through the phone.
"Can you do something for me, baby? Set up your phone so I can see you and maybe I'll let you cum." I tell him. Instantly, I hear him shuffling around as he props up his phone and turns on his video. god, hes beautiful. completely naked, perfect view of his dripping cunt for me to admire. I can practically see his tdick throbbing with need from here. I watch him fuck himself and play with his dick for me until his whimpers become even more desperate. he starts begging me to let him cum and I make him repeat it multiple times before I finally let him, watching the waves of pleasure crash over his helpless body. so fucking pretty
