marchie :3

buzz

seungmo: 

[1:48am]

hey

buzz

seungmo:

[1:51am]

please wake upppp

buzz–

you gasped awake. head hazy with sleep, you weren’t even sure what the noise was. you picked up your phone to check the time, met with notifs from seungmo. shit, you thought, i promised seungmo i’d call him tonight. 

seungmo:

[1:52am] 

okay nvm it’s fine

your adrenaline spiked at the sight of the missed texts. 

y/n:

[1:54am]

oh my god wait i’m awake!

calls with seungmo weren’t out of the ordinary, but they could only happen under certain circumstances. for one, he could only call when the rest of the members were away. secondly, he’d have to clear his schedule in the night and complete his nightly routine before being able to run off into his room, eagerly waiting for your name to pop up on his phone. 

seungmo:

[1:54am]

oh hi sleepy head :/

y/n:

[1:55am]

i’m sorryyyy call me now :[

your phone rang, sweet seungmo’s sleepy eyes right in the frame of his camera on facetime. looking at his tired face, you felt so guilty for keeping him up, meanwhile you had dozed off early. 

“i didn’t forget, i promise! i had a long day and i guess my brain shut off in between blinks,” you explained. you looked at his face for any sign of acknowledgement, but his expression stayed the same, trained on your features, admiring you without hearing your words.

suddenly, he snaps back to life, “no don’t worry, it’s all good now. you’re here now, so i’m okay.” his slight smile lit up by the reflection of his phone screen, highlighting the perfect angle of his mellow face which made your stomach flutter. 

“always so sweet to me,” it came out as more of a whisper than you intended it to. you saw his eyes flash a little darker, the unexpected sight making you feel dizzier than before. 

he shifted in place on his bed, propping his phone up where the mattress met the wall. he laid on his side, hand holding up his head, and finally took a breath and spoke. 

“did you at least dream of me?” he asked innocently, with a hint of a joke between the sappiness. 

the tension you briefly felt in the air broke. a laugh suddenly rumbled out of your chest, almost making you cough. 

“why are you laughing?” he whined, a small pout forming on his face.

“no no baby it was just–” you coughed, “i don’t even think i dreamt.”

“i don’t know, apparently we dream every night, even if we can’t remember it when we wake up.” 

“well i–”

“you know what i’ve been dreaming of lately?” he interrupted. 

“what baby?” 

suddenly, you could see his face change shades, even in the dim lighting of his room. he looked around the corners of his room, trying to determine how to tell you. in this moment, you noticed something. since you woke up, there was an inexplicable pit in your stomach. it was as if you could feel that something was about to change for you. seungmo’s demeanor, his tranquil expression, and the way every word of his felt heavy only made you all the more nervous. 

“do you think you could get off right now?” 

his words took you aback. you had been flirtatious with each other over the phone, but never done anything more…but you weren’t complaining. 

“seungmo?”

“you can say no,” he added.

“no– i mean, i’m not saying no. but… are you…?” 

he shifted again on the bed, looking down at the mattress, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. he sat up, phone propped up on the bed, his full torso and the top of his legs faced the screen as he sat on the end of the bed. as the waistband of his pants comes into frame, you see a defined tent sitting in the center of his lap. 

a quiet gasp leaves your mouth, unaware of how needy he’s been, especially considering how clingy his texts were before you woke up. 

“so you are hard,” you blushed. it was your turn to get embarrassed, looking anywhere but your phone’s screen. your room was pitch black, filled with the remnants of slumber. the blankets on your bed were tossed to the side, disheveled from the aftermath of jumping to your phone to call seungmo. you suddenly get up, leaving him hanging on the other end of the facetime, turning a lamp on from the other end of the room. 

you appeared back in the frame, seungmo sitting still like he was waiting for your command. as you weren’t planning on falling asleep early, you were still in your clothes from during the day. you sat on your bed with your legs folded under you, fixing your hair and finally facing seungmo under the light.

“you missed me that much? you couldn’t wait until we got in person?” you tease, watching him roll his head back. 

“will you help me?” he feigned confidence, trying to sound more comfortable in this new situation than he actually was. truth be told, he was already starting to get impatient with the lack of stimulation.

“of course, baby.”

“so can i take it out?” seungmo asked, though he was too eager to fully wait for your response. luckily for him, you nodded pretty quickly, once again moving on the bed so you were now laying down on your side. 

when you looked at him again, his cock was sprung free, with a single pronounced vein on the shaft and the tip leaking with precum. it felt unreal that your first time being intimate was going to be over the phone. thinking about it harder, your stomach started to twist– not just with excitement or nerves, but with anticipation and arousal. 

“does that make it my turn?” you asked, wanting to tease him a little. you watched as his eyes lit up with intrigue, taking your sweatpants off and tossing them to the side, ending with you and seungmo sitting in your rooms, pantsless but still mostly clothed.

you took turns removing your clothing until you were both stripped– you only left in your bra, and seungmo fully undressed. 

it wasn’t a surprise that seungmo was gawking at you, but you felt more surprised looking at his own bare body than you thought you would. you cleared your throat softly, ready to give a command. 

“will you touch yourself for me?” the words came out shakier than you anticipated, but you could tell that it did something to him.

his hand dipped back down from his side to his dick, grasping it in one hand and pumping slowly. 

he let out a soft groan at the friction, one of his legs slightly twitching due to his position. you whispered a small praise, one of his hands tightening on his dick and the other tightening on the bed sheet beneath him in response. 

between soft moans he let out, “i want to see you too,” signaling you to run your hands down your chest, between your breasts, and down the center of your torso until you reached your entrance. you didn’t even have to touch yourself to know you were already wet. 

a sudden wave of self-consciousness hit you. “you know, you’re doing really good,” the praise sending seungmo’s head leaning backwards. he peered back up to watch as you entered yourself, teasing him by only slightly inserting your fingers, then finding your way up to your clit. watching you clearly riled seungmo up as he panted louder, his small moans getting caught in the back of his throat, turning into whimpers. his mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed, almost looking like he was in pain. 

you continued to tease yourself (and him), cooing lowly at him, “are you okay baby? do i need to stop?” 

he must’ve felt embarrassed at your words, closing his eyes and tilting his head back up so you couldn’t quite make out his expression. “please,” he whined, “please don’t stop.” the sounds of his whines filled your ears, making you feel more empowered than you would’ve previously expected. 

“you don’t want me to stop? you’re so dirty, baby…” your words trailed off as seungmo twitched, letting out a louder moan. 

“ah, damn it…” he puffed, “m-mommy i’m close…”

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t shocked to hear what came out of his mouth, but seungmo was completely lost in pleasure on the other side of the phone. did he even realize, you thought, is this something he thinks of often?

“baby, can you say that for me again?” once again, your hand trails down to your heat. you finally pushed in two fingers as far as you could, curling them slightly inside before repeating the motion. “and watch me real quick baby,” you decided to put on a show for him, to see how far he’d go. 

seungmo lifted his curious head and watched your fingers pump in and out with desperate, pleading eyes. his grip once again tightened, pace quickening, unable to resist his upcoming orgasm. 

“mommy please, please let me cum for you,” seungmo’s sensitive body twitches, his pace erratic, waiting with watchful eyes for you to get closer.

you might’ve not previously thought so, but seungmo’s sudden introduction of mommy for you did a lot of heavy lifting in getting you closer to climax. the way his voice would get soft, then desire would take hold and he would lose control of his volume and pace, and now he’s calling you mommy, showing how needy he must be. 

who knew a nickname could get you so worked up? you pleasured yourself a lot in the past, but this orgasm seemed quicker and more intense. after what could’ve easily been less than a minute, seungmo’s erratic pace seemed to regulate itself as he came all over his own hand, and, unbothered by the mess, continued weakly stroking himself. on your end, you eventually started to lose control of the speed of your fingers, chasing your high as you felt seungmo’s warm gaze on you through the phone. the knot in your stomach finally disappeared, and all of the pent up nerves left with it. 

the first clear look at each other post-orgasm, you both smiled dumbly at each other. “you were so needy, so cute,” you said, but seungmo’s sheepish grin fell. 

“oh my god,” he sputtered, suddenly sobering up as he realized what just happened. “i’m sorry–,” he started.

“baby, why are you sorry?” you think you knew the answer, but you needed to be sure.

“i called you mommy,” the new nickname still making your tummy flutter. he was so embarrassed but so, so cute.

“to be honest,” you bit your lip, “i actually really liked that.”

“i-i just can’t believe that even came out of my mouth, i didn’t even know i was thinking about that!” he defended himself, although he had nothing to defend himself against. he felt so dumbfounded by his own clouded, hormone-induced actions. 

“seungmo,” you coo lowly, watching the light in his eyes flicker dark once again. “i actually want you to do that more often– well not just that– but this whole thing was really good,” you added.

“i did good?” he asks, still chasing praise.

“mommy is so proud of you,” you tease, seungmo’s face turning red, the shade so vibrant you could even see it in the low light on facetime. 

luckily for him, you liked being his mommy. but unluckily for him, the mention of it got him worked up all over again.