i miss you (pt. 2)
Lashana Lynchx Fem!Reader
Warnings â ïž: Smut! NSFW! Phone Sex! Maybe a little angst?
Anyways this is part two! I could definitely do a third part but Iâm thinking of maybe starting another mini series. Just lmk!!
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Previously:Â
Aiming your attention back to the television, your eyes scanned for the gorgeous dark skinned woman who happens to be your fiancĂ©.Â
You noticed the quickness of how her eyebrows shoot up, announcing something that had surprised her.Â
Slyly, Lashana peers at something that held her attention on the tableâŠ
You sadly were not able to see your fiancé's reaction due to the camera panning out to other members of the audience.
But you knew you had her attention.
This is easily the most excited youâve been all week. Lashana had been busy getting âOscarâ ready this previous week, which also means you have been bored all week. Of course, she kept you tame with the late-night phone calls, and the sweet but simple âIâm thinking about you my loveâ
You were an introvert to say the least. a homebody. Which was interesting to say the least, especially considering who you were with. You thrived being in your own space, especially the space the two of you shared together. With the countless indoor plants you two have accumulated over the years, you basically lived in a jungle. The big bright open windows that let in enough light that there was never a dark corner in your house. You were used to her going on work trips, but it never hurt any less.
You got back up, enough of that. Pouring yourself yet another glass of wine you made your way back to your room, not forgetting your phone on the couch.
Standing in front of your mirror arching that curve in your back, you snap another photo. You set your glass down on the nightstand and threw yourself down on the bed. Getting the photo ready to be sent, the dooming read under the last photo you sent.
You captioned your new photo with âIf youâre not going to help me, Iâll do it myself.â
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Sent.
You licked your lips in anticipation, feeling your arousal grow between your thighs. You had always been such a good girl, Lashana was always making sure you knew âWhat a good girl you are for me Y/Nâ she would coo.
 Pressing your thighs together tighter, you began to ponder on what Lashana would do if she caught you like this. On the bed, slightly intoxicated and in your best lingerie. Your thighs pressed tightly together for any sort of friction. Your current state reminds you of why you are here in the first place.
 All week you had been left alone, and since your fiancĂ© had been so busy that meant you had been almost been entirely left alone.  It seemed whenever you had needed her most â in a situation a lot like this one- she just did not have the time. There was always something that needed to be done. You knew that this was a work trip, and not just any work trip but the Oscars.
 But you do not care.
 With the wine in your blood stream, making you a lot more confident than you usually are. You decide to be selfish. Afterall, you have needs to, right? Needs that are very much not being-
 (Bzzzzzz)
 (Bzzzzzz)
 Your phone vibrating snapped you out of your head, you smirked again.
 Ever so slowly you picked up your phone Lashanaâs picture displayed as your phone rang, your lower body was pulsing with anticipation. You decided to let it ring a few times before answering it and putting it to your ear.
 âLove?â you asked when it was quiet.
 You heard some heavy breathing on the other end, and in the distance, you could hear toilets flushing and water faucets turning on. She is in the bathroom you thought, oh youâre in trouble.
 âWhat. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing Y/N?â Lashana asked you. Enunciating every syllable.  Before you could even answer she spoke again
 âBecause I know you had better not be playing with that pretty pussy, my pretty pussyâ She just about growled into the phone.
 Just like that, your panties were soaked. The pressure from you pressing your thighs together wasnât enough anymore. You took a quick look around your room to find anything that wouldnât alert your lover of what you were doing.
 Bingo.
 Grabbing a pillow from the bed you shared, you straddled it almost hissing at the contact your clothed clit so desperately desired.
 âAnd if I was?â You started; your voice slyly asks. âWhat if I told you Iâm humping this pretty little pussy on your pillow? Hmmmm?â Snapping yet another photo to send to your beloved.
 You heard her suck in a quick breath, and possibly something in the back of her throat but the background was bustling around too much.
 âLet me hear you baby, Fuck make the neighbors hear youâ Lashana breathed into the phone.
You quietly whimpered into the phone as you made began to move your hips at an ungodly slow speed.
 âLouder.â Your fiancĂ© demands. â I want the fucking Queen herself to hear that mess youâll be making on my pillowâ
 Speeding up your rhythm of your hips you moan loudly, feeling the spot right below your abdominal area begin to tense up.
 âThatâs it my dirty girl, keep going.â Lashanaâs voice had a husky film over it, signifying her lust as well.
 Becoming a moaning mess, you speed your rhythm up even more. Your clothed swollen clit aching for your release.
 âCome for me, (Y/N)â You were practically screaming her name into the phone when you came, those words sending you into complete ecstasy. Felling the warmth pool in your stomach, you flop back onto the bed.  You could hear the breaths coming from your fiancĂ© on the other line, she must have come too, you thought.
 Deciding to break the silence, you began âThat was-âbut Lashana cut you off.
 âIâm catching the next Red-Eye to London. Do Not even think about touching yourself until I arriveâ You heard the beep, beep, beep signaling that she had hung up.
 Oh you were in trouble.
