𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
genre: phone sex, smut mdni
pairing: hyunjin x f!reader
cw: established relationship, explicit language, sexual content, phone sex, pet name, masturbation, hyunjin being horny af
꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷
It was past 2 a.m. when your phone buzzed.
“hi my love” you answered, voice still sounding asleep
but he didn’t reply right away. he just looked at you. lying on his bed, hair messy, the warm bedside light soft on his bare shoulders. His breathing already a little too fast. And then his voice came, low and filthy
“tell me what you’re wearing.”
you bit your lip and answered
his eyes darkened instantly. His breath hitched.
He swore under his breath.
his hand dropped below the camera. you knew exactly where it went
“shh… just let me look at you.” he murmured “fuck, baby. I miss you.”
his voice was already filthy. laced with longing, need, and a cruel edge of control.
“miss your taste… your hands pulling my hair while I fuck you with my tongue.” he started stroking himself, wishing it was your hand instead of his “miss hearing you beg—so needy, so fucking wet for me.”
“you making me so wet, love…”
he licked his lips. his jaw was clenched tight.
you could hear the pace of his breathing—fast, shaky.
and even though the camera didn’t show it, the way his body tensed told you everything.
you pulled the blanket off. skin flushed, glowing under the dim light.
You tilted the camera just right, fingers sliding between your thighs, already soaked.
“god, you’re so wet, so hot…” he groaned “touch yourself for me baby”
you obeyed, fingers circling your clit while you moaned his name
and he watched. fascinated.
chest rising and falling faster.
the soft sound of him jerking off in the background, just out of view.
“you open up so pretty for me… fuck, I’d eat that pussy for hours. I’d make you cry just with my tongue.”
you moaned louder, eyes fluttering shut.
“ughh hyune, you gonna make me cum like this”
“you’re mine.” his voice dropped. possessive. “you know that right? only mine. no one else hears you like this. no one else gets to see you fall apart.”
“i want your cock so bad…” you said
he groaned again. he head fell back a little.
“you dream about me fucking you deep, don’t you? holding you open, slamming into you until you’re begging me to stop?”
“yes—fuck, yes… I’m so close, hyune”
“don’t cum yet baby” his tone cut sharp. “wait for me. be a good fucking girl.”
you whimpered, nearly sobbing.
“i’m trying… but it feels so good—”
“then cum for me, my beautiful girl”
his voice hit you hard—commanding, filthy.
“let me see that pretty face while you cum thinking about my cock inside you.”
your whole body trembled, fingers still buried deep, mouth hanging open as his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer.
on the other side of the screen, hyunjin moaned deep and rough, coming right after you—his chest heaving, his hand messy and out of breath.
heavy breathing. small smiles.
you pulled the blanket up to your chest, still panting, flushed and floating.
“tomorrow,” he said with a lazy smile, “we’re doing this for real.”
“pomise you’ll say all that again… in my ear?”
he blinked slow, voice soaked in post-nut bliss:
“I promise…” he said adjusting himself on his bed “but with my tongue inside you this time. good night baby.”
you couldn’t wait to tomorrow
