eu to assistindo se a vida te der tangerinas e eu simplesmente não paro de chorar desde o ep da morte do filhinho deles............tudo me faz chorar agora.............
eu tbm criei vergonha na cara e fui assistir wicked e eu demorei pelo meu preconceito com musicais. massss apesar da minha birra, assim como foi com lalaland, eu gostei muuuuito de wicked. vou começar em breve o segundo.
e eu to com tempo assim porque eu sobrevivi ao meu 8 semestre que acabou na sexta. mereço aplausos por não ter me matado 💀
Summary: Your boyfriend is currently on a tour overseas and calls you right in the middle of a meeting, because he has certain needs he asks you to tend to - even from the other side of the world.
A/N: I'm a long distance girlie and I got you all other long distance girlies or those who long to be one in their dreams 💓
"WHAT?!" you typed into your phone, eyes darting between the text your boyfriend had sent and the familiar faces in the online meeting, all staring at you from your laptop screen and expecting an answer to a question that you had somehow forgotten altogether.
"Could you please elaborate on your problem, especially the last part, so that I can provide the most helpful answer?"
You feigned professionalism to breeze past your embarrassing inattention, but the truth was that even when one of the meeting participants repeated every word with even more detail about their struggles, all you could hear was background noise as another question seemed to materialize before your eyes:
"What are you wearing?"
The exact same words had thrown you so completely off balance that you had suddenly forgotten what this entire meeting was about. Breaking eye contact with the team as little as possible and nodding occasionally, you moved your fingers across your phone, hoping to hit the right keys and praying that auto correct would have mercy on you as you replied to your boyfriend:
"Not now"
Somehow, you still felt your cheeks flush and could only hope that nobody would notice through the camera. Jaehyun was currently on a short overseas tour, and it had already been a week since he left. Every night, before his show started on the other side of the world, you tried to face time for at least ten minutes. Messages were infrequent due to the time difference, but they were always sweet.
"What are you wearing?" Jaehyun texted again.
You remembered. Today was his second day off in a row, so he had a little bit of free time. You took a deep breath in when the person in the meeting finished their explanation, turned your phone upside down, and tried answering their question as best as you could with the little information you had been able to grasp.
You heard your phone buzzing a few more times while doing so, but you tried to ignore it. There were only five minutes left in the meeting, Jaehyun could at least be patient for that long if he really wanted something from you. However, those five minutes felt like an hour as you had to listen to your boss simultaneously praise you and close the meeting.
The moment everyone logged out of the meeting, your reached for your phone with nervous fingers.
"What are you wearing?"
"Send me a picture"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm lying in bed here"
"What are you wearing?"
You nearly choked on your own saliva skimming over the texts. But before you could gather your thoughts on them, Jaehyun's name popped up big on the screen along with the incoming call. You made sure you had entirely logged out of the meeting and checked twice that your camera and microphone were turned off as well.
"What are you wearing?" Jaehyun asked as soon as you picked up.
You heard it rustling on the other side of the line, implying that he was currently lying in bed, just as he had texted you.
"Sleeping in today?" You tried to change the topic, but Jaehyun was persistent.
"Are you working from home?"
"Yes."
He repeated, "What are you wearing?"
"I was in a meeting just now and I actually have to prepare-"
You heard him chuckle. "Now, who is your boss? Your computer or me?"
A sigh escaped your lips. "You, of course."
"Good girl." A chuckle again. "Now, tell me what are you wearing?"
"A white button up and leggings."
"Mm-hm… and underneath?"
A mix of nervousness and anticipation tugged on the corner of your lips. "The red bra that you like so much."
A pause, followed by a deep inhale. "Tell me more."
"I'm still clocked in for work, Jaehyun."
You could feel his wide grin across the wide ocean. "Technically, on this side of the earth, your workday hasn't even started yet."
You rolled your eyes, but smiled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Go to the bedroom."
You briefly checked to ensure all your chats were answered, hoping to increase the odds that nobody would notice your absence for the next ten to fifteen minutes. On your way to follow Jaehyun's instructions, you heard a dull rustling paired with the jingling sound of metal. It seemed he had already discarded his jeans.
You sank back into your pillows, bringing the phone closer to your ear. "I'm on the bed now."
"Good." Jaehyun gulped and lowered his voice. "Take off your pants too. But slowly, so that I can imagine it."
He didn't ask for a video call - as always. You appreciated the fact that he supported you in standing your ground, because you weren't ready for that kind of step yet. It’s not that you weren’t tempted to take these sessions with your boyfriend to the next level whenever he was abroad. But since you had only done it a handful of times so far, you wanted to take it slow - and he was being patient.
"Done," you said, stretching out your legs on top of the blanket before you unbuttoned your shirt upon Jaehyun's next instruction.
"Do your red bra and panties match?"
"Yes."
"Very nice. Now, take off your bra too."
You still felt a bit shy, but kept telling yourself that nobody was watching you, so you should just enjoy the very little time you had with your boyfriend whenever he was on tour.
"Take your time," Jaehyun coaxed you.
A few more moments passed. Then, you hooked your thumb into the right bra strap and pulled it down. You did the same with the other after switching the phone to your opposite hand. Leaning forward slightly, you unclasped the bra at your back and took it completely off.
"Now, I want you to touch your breasts the way I do. Can you do that?"
Of course you could, and you told him.
Your fingers were cold when you touched the skin on the slope of your breast. Goosebumps became slightly visible around the nearby area, but you kept going, knowing that you would soon enough grow used to the sensation. You dragged your fingers upwards until you reached your most sensitive spot.
"Very well," Jaehyun said with a light chuckle, having apparently caught on to the change in your breathing rhythm. "What do you feel?"
You closed your eyes, listening to him talk to you through the phone when you were suddenly hit by a massive wave of longing. "I miss you."
"But I'm right here, aren't I? You can hear my voice, you can feel me. My hands are on your breasts and they wander upwards. You can feel my fingers playing with your nipples and causing you to let out that one sound you always make when you get into the mood… Ah, there it is. Told you so. Good girl."
You gulped and your fingers halted. You hadn't realized how perfectly he could talk you through this, effortlessly taking your mind off your embarrassment and shyness. He could read every single one of your moves, emotions, and tones.
"How do you feel?" Jaehyun asked.
"I feel… good."
"Very well. Do you have your eyes closed?"
"Yes." You knew what usually came next.
"I lower my head and take your nipple between my lips. Keep touching yourself… good. I can hear how much you enjoy it, imagining me doing this to you right now. You'd be running your fingers through my hair and pulling on the strands the moment I start sucking. Are you still with me?… Very well. You can be as loud as you want. I love it."
You kept your eyes closed, because you knew the moment you opened them, it would be hard to get back into the illusion of Jaehyun being right on top of you, settling between your legs and indulging in your breasts as though it were the greatest joy of his life. Instead, you mimicked everything you remembered with your own hands.
"Now, slowly run your fingers down to your stomach."
That was when Jaehyun usually would lean on his side and trace his hand along the middle of your body, past your navel until he reached the waistband of your panties. Following his memory, you did exactly that.
"You're still wearing your panties?"
"… Yes."
"Take them off.."
You put Jaehyun on loudspeaker and placed the phone next to you on the pillow. You slid the small piece of fabric over your bum, using your legs to help discard it entirely by partly tugging and partly kicking it away.
"Done."
You felt exposed rather than completely turned on right now, having opened your eyes after all and watching yourself spread out naked on the bed like this. But seeing the wet stain left on your underwear, you concluded that you were turned on more than you had actually admitted to yourself so far.
"Spread your legs wide," Jaehyun urged. "Tell me how wet you are."
"I'm soaked," you told him, but hadn't dared touching yourself there yet. You significantly felt something moist on the onset of your thighs though.
"Mh-hm… how come?"
"Because I imagine you on top of me."
"What do I do next on top of you?"
"You touch me."
"Where exactly do I touch you? Say it."
"Between my legs."
"Say more."
"You… you place your hand there. And then you… spread me wider, because you know I instinctively want to bring my thighs back together. You then start stroking me. Slowly… at first. To get me used to it."
"Do it."
It wasn't like you had never touched yourself before. It just took you quite a bit of time to find the right movements and angles again, and Jaehyun could tell you were struggling.
"Easy," he calmed you. "Just the thought of you is enough to make me grow. Take your time. Tell me if I can help you with something, I'm patient."
"Tell me about the night we first met."
You both knew exactly what was coming, yet you could hear this story a million times over from him.
"When I first saw you by the bar at the brand's dinner party, I had two thoughts. First: What is this beautiful woman doing here all alone? And second: How long would it take me to get her to my hotel room and strip her out of that sexy black dress - the one that makes me hard just at the thought of imagining what she looks like underneath?"
"So, you wanted me because you thought I was sexy."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I wanted you because I knew you were alone on purpose. I saw all that boredom mirrored in your eyes when I talked to you. Neither of us wanted to be there."
"So we decided to be together instead."
"Exactly."
You slipped your index finger inside you which was directly welcomed by a warmth and wetness only Jaehyun's voice and presence could cause you to feel.
"Better now?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Use two fingers, like me."
You pushed your middle finger right next to where the other one already was. The slippery sound you made as you started moving them in and out of yourself was music to Jaehyun's ears, and you heard him groan.
"Good girl. What do you imagine now?"
You closed your eyes again. "I see you next to me. It's you who uses his fingers inside of me."
"Do you remember what I do aside from that?"
"Y-yes."
"Do it and describe it to me."
You swallowed heavily. "I let the heel of my hand rub over… my clit."
"And how does it feel to you?"
"So good. Just like you doing it."
"How about picking up the pace a bit? Let me hear how you imitate me when I'm not with you."
Listening to every word he said, you settled into a flow of motion. You rubbed the ball of your hand over the area where your clit was located, simultaneously pushing and pulling your two fingers in and out of yourself. It was the perfect combination of internal penetration and external stimulation right where you were the most receptive to an orgasm.
Indeed, it had taken you a bit more time than it would have if Jaehyun were doing it, but soon enough, you found the right rhythm and pressure. You followed them in an alternating pattern that came close to your boyfriend's own blueprint. A moan escaped your lips before you even had time to think about it, and immediately, he encouraged you,
"Don't hold back. Let me hear everything. Let me hear how I can make you feel, even from afar."
You noticed the onset of an orgasm as a familiar sensation tugged at your very core - one you couldn't quite hold onto. You knew exactly what to do next, but you needed Jaehyun's help to get there.
"Are you close too?" you asked him instead.
He liked your pro-activeness. "Yes."
"How big have you grown?"
You rolled your head back into the pillows and let your fingers slip out of yourself. You didn't need them inside you now to finish yourself off. Instead, you placed them directly over your mound, parting your fingers slightly so that your sensitive bundle of nerves rested perfectly between them, slick and dripping wet.
Jaehyun replied, "So big that at this point, you can feel my thighs tense and use your entire hand."
You could vividly imagine it. As you rubbed your clit between your wet fingers, the slippery noises mixed with your moans to fill the room. In your head, you had Jaehyun's cock in your mouth now, using your lips, tongue, and hand all at the same time.
And you told him that, only causing him to swear under his breath. "Shit. Do you know what you're doing to me?"
Yes, you knew exactly what he wanted. You heard him moan on the other end of the line as well, the sound of his hand moving up and down his length reaching you clearly.
You felt the coil of lust growing bigger and bigger, tugging at every part of you, making your toes curl and the inside of your mouth run dry.
"Are you thirsty?" Jaehyun asked.
But the both of you knew it wasn't water that you now needed.
Your answer was always the same, "Yes."
You saw him in your imagination, legs spread wide with your hands dominating every movement of his until there was no self-control left in him anymore - and none left in you, either.
Your muscles shook, sending spasms to every last fiber of your body as your orgasm took over, making you cum all over your wet hand. You didn't hold back your noises, letting go of every restraint while imagining Jaehyun on top, under, inside, and above you all at once. You recalled every memory you had saved, desperate to make this brief moment with him last.
You had been so busy with yourself that you hadn't noticed what went down on the other side of the ocean. While you slowly came down from your high - the blanket beneath you soaked with your discharge and a light sheen of sweat covering your body - you acknowledged the fact that it had gotten very silent on Jaehyun's end.
"Are you… still there?" you asked into the void.
But at that moment, you saw a new chat notification on your phone. A picture from Jaehyun that he had sent you just a few seconds ago.
"Sorry I finished shortly before you," he told you the same time you opened it. "I couldn't hold back anymore listening to you moaning like that… My good girl."
The evidence was right there in the picture.
Your cheeks heated and you quickly closed the picture again, saving it for later in case you were in the mood for another session - entirely alone this time though.
When you returned to your laptop not much later, you had three missed calls from your boss and another meeting you were ten minutes late to.
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você retira o casaco dele, pendura no cabide atrás da porta do escritório. Pega a bolsa, guarda junto da sua, sobre o móvel da parede. O escuta suspirar, uma risadinha abafada querendo ecoar da garganta, enquanto ele se senta à mesa. Não é um horário comum para estar neste cômodo da casa durante a semana. Normalmente, vai amanhecer as manhãs de domingo ou se esconder nos sábados à tarde, caso não tenha nada marcado para o fim de semana. Mas, dessa vez, vale o esforço — pelo menos em prol da cena.
te olha de canto, por cima dos ombros. Ouve o som do slingback contra o piso, antes mesmo de poder captar a visão dos seus quadril abraçados pela saia justa. Você apostou no esteriótipo, porém ele não pode negar a atração. Os olhos estão vidrados no desenho da sua bunda ao se virar para escorar na beirada da mesa.
— meus olhos estão aqui em cima, senhor.
ele estica o sorriso.
— desculpa. — Ajeita os oculos na face. — É que você está muito — destaca — gostosa nessa roupa.
você cruza as pernas.
— esse é o tipo de linguajar que se deve usar com a sua colega de trabalho? — não sai do personagem. — Eu deveria te denunciar pro RH...
— certo, foi mal. — Ergue as mãos, vencido. — É que você me lembra tanto uma pessoa... — te olha.
— sério? Quem? — corresponde ao contato visual.
ele aperta os olhos, como se houvesse um esforço tremendo para associar um rosto ao suposto outro. Você aguarda, tão boa atriz que a curiosidade parece genuína.
ele se lembra.
— ah, a minha mulher...
a sua cabeça pende pro lado.
— eu me pareço com a sua mulher? — investiga. O slingback pretinho de salto fino roça na calça social dele. — No que exatamente eu lembro ela? — a voz sai mais doce. — O senhor pode ser mais específico?
o homem se ajusta na cadeira, as pernas mais espaçadas. O par de olhos se iluminam, sobem dos seus tornozelos por trás da meia calça fina para os joelhos despontando por baixo da barra da saia, mas acabam repousando no colo coberto pela blusa de botões branquinha. tão mal protegido pela peça clara que os três botões abertos nem são o maior problema. O que rouba totalmente o foco é a sombra que o sutiã preto forma sob o tecido.
se pergunta qual foi o escolhido da noite, já conhece todos. Considerando a ocasião especial, pode ter sido aquele com lacinhos também brancos atravessando os aros, ou aquele com detalhes rosados. Mas pelo desenho do busto, com certeza é algum com um pouco de bojo. Logo, deve ser aquele rendadinho, o que significa que a parte de baixo é ainda mais interessante.
e quando você apoia as mãos na mesa para se inclinar na direção dele e murmurar hm?, flagra pelo decote a resposta para suas suposições.
— hm? — devolve, despertando dos próprios pensamentos. Sorri.
você toma as rédeas nas mãos.
— deixa eu te ajudar... — Repousa o salto na coxa dele. — Ela tem pernas como as minhas? — provoca. Corre os dedos pelo tecido da meia calça e ao alcançar a barra da saia, puxa, expondo o limite da meia levemente acima do joelho.
— tem... — ele sussurra, assistindo.
— é? — Os dedinhos chegam mais em cima. Vão da perna à clavicula. — Ela... — Escorrega o toque pelo decote até resultar nos botões ainda selados. Desfaz. Um, mais um. Mais outro. Os seios estão tão bonitinhos dentro do sutiã. — Ela usa coisas assim pra você?
seu namorado aparenta hipnotizado.
— e eu vi você olhando pra minha bunda quando eu cheguei — o recorda. De pé, dá as costas para o homem somente para espalmar as mãos na mesa e poder empinar o bumbum. — a da sua mulher também é assim?
ele umedece os lábios, o ar quente sai dos pulmões. É memória muscular, apalpa a carne chamativa. Um aperto de levinho, só pra sentir a maciez da nádega.
— é — concorda. Dali, a palma desliza pela meia fininha para tocar na pele escondida por baixo da saia. — Ela tem tudo, e ainda mais...
— tipo o quê? — Deita mais a coluna, jogando os cabelos pra conseguir observá-lo.
o resvalar da ponta dos dedos na sua calcinha te pega desprevenida. Ressalta, porém não demora a se entregar pelo carinho.
— ela tem a buceta sempre molhadinha pra mim — ele diz —, que nem a sua agora... — Você se empurra contra a carícia, o quadril rebola devagarzinho. — E a buceta dela me ama tanto que me aperta tão gostoso que eu preciso comer ela bem lentinho, senão vou encher de porra sem perceber.
você pressiona mais, atiça e recua mais de uma vez feito convidasse os dedos firmes a serem ainda mais ousados. O tesão supera o tecido da calcinha, aquele o indicador que circular direitinho a região do seu clitóris.
engole um gemido, maltratando o lábio entre os dentes. Atiça e recua. Se oferece. Descansa o rostinho na mesa do escritório, e finalmente consegue o que implorava em silêncio.
— acredita que ela diz que aquela buceta é toda minha? — ele continua. Os dedos afastam a calcinha para que o médio possa apontar no seu buraquinho. — Pra poder fuder quando eu quero, do jeito que eu quero...
o homem te olha: a carinha contra a madeira, tão coitadinha. Vai ser mal, mas também vai recompensar — estala um tapa na sua bunda e afunda o médio no seu interior quente.
agora, você não consegue conter o gemido.
— mais, por favor — pede, apoiando o peso do torso nos cotovelos para poder ver melhor quando a mão grande atingir a sua nádega de novo. — Bate mais.
a palma acaricia o local maltratado. Novamente, está oferecendo o equilíbrio, porque deixa só a pele respirar para açoitá-la mais uma vez.
você fica na ponta dos pés, ronrona.
— tá me lembrando ainda mais ela, sabia? — a voz dele soa no fundo da sua cabeça, profunda. — Ela também me pede mais, pra bater mais. Gosta do jeito que eu trato a bundinha dela. — O polegar se ocupa de estimular seu clitóris ao passo que outros dois dedos podem ameaçar penetração. — Mas ela vai além... Tão melosa... — finge que reclama — ...Diz que é minha putinha. Quando eu tô metendo na boquinha dela, esfregando o meu pau por aquele rosto lindo... Quer que eu chame ela de todos esses nomes sujos.
“mas isso não é apropriado pra um ambiente de trabalho, é?”, instiga. É sim, você resmunga na mesma hora. Seu namorado se levanta, a mão livre se afoga na sua nuca pra reter os cabelos e conseguir erguer a sua cabeça.
— o que disse? — se faz de desentendido.
você sorri.
— eu disse... — tropeça nas palavras, baixo, a posição incômoda te arrancando o fôlego.
— não estou ouvindo.
— eu disse — você reforça o tom — que não é apropriado.
— isso. — Solta os seus fios. O corpo grande permanece colado no seu, sombreando. As mãos apertam os seus ombros. Apalpa os seios. — E se você for realmente como ela — continua —, embora fazer hora extra esteja acabando comigo, não posso arriscar comer uma vadiazinha barulhenta no meio do escritório.
“eu coloco só a cabecinha do meu pau, e ela está gemendo e gemendo. Toda manhosa”, sopra no seu ouvido. “E quando eu acelero, parece que a bucetinha dela nem vai aguentar; tremendo, debaixo de mim.” O roçar dos corpos é delirante. Ele faz questão de aperta a sua cintura, prensar sua bunda na virilha dele. Sente a ereção, se esfrega contra. Vem e vão como se ensaiassem a penetração.
— mas eu sou quietinha — você argumenta, cheia de dengo.
— não confio — ele responde. — Só pelo jeito que você estava gemendo com um tapinha na bunda, não vai se controlar quando levar pica.
— você pode tapar a minha boca — sugere.
assim? te vira. Cobre os seus lábios, te faz se sentir ainda mais pequenininha quando tem que olhar pra cima para devolver o contato visual.
você faz que sim.
ele ri, soprado.
— mas você esqueceu o mais importante... — te libera da palma, mas o toque permanece segurando o seu queixo. O polegar pedindo espaço pra adentrar os lábios. — Eu sou incrivelmente fiel à minha namorada.
seus olhos reviram, com bom humor. Pega na gola da camisa dele. Pode ser nosso segredinho, sussurra. Percebe no jeito que a risadinha dele ecoa que saiu do personagem por enquanto.
dá um passo para trás, mais distante de ti.
— onde você vai? — questiona-o.
— eu vou descer pra cozinha agora, tenho que jantar com a minha mulher.
— ah, é?
— uhum — afirma. — E ela vai estar usando só esse conjuntinho de lingerie safada, com cinta e tudo.
— e depois do jantar?
— vou pro quarto.
— vai comer ela na cama?
ele pondera. Amor, você faz manha, tocando no ombro dele, por favor...
— vou pensar no que fazer com ela depois — a resposta não é o suficiente para você.
quer argumentar de novo, talvez implorar com os olhinhos bem cheios, mas ele pega no seu queixo, te cala.
— shh, quem é que manda aqui? — a pergunta amansa o ego masculino e consegue o seu você a contragosto. Sorri. — Foi o que eu pensei.
o tapinha salpica na sua bochecha, te acende ainda mais. É cruel assisti-lo abandonar o cômodo; pensar que vai ter que esperar para conseguir o que quer. Pior, que pode não conseguir exatamente o que deseja. No entanto, segue as regras, continua brincando conforme a cena. Retira a saia, termina de desabotoar a blusa.
mas se ele quer jogar assim, tão mal, você também pode duplicar os desafios.
quero separar um momento pra vir falar de livros. boa parte (inconsequente) do meu dinheiro tá indo pra livros. a maioria é psicanálise por conta do estágio, mas é tão prazeroso fazer isso (o poder de compra especificamente com livros....)
eu tbm to obcecada com o ferenczi pq meu supervisor do estágio adora ele e recomenda muuuito. obviamente eu já conhecia o ferenczi, mas nunca tinha lido nada. o freudinho era analista dele, além de que o divo é um dos psicanalistas clássicos que mais trabalhou com o social.
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