#so im left a lil stir crazy alone in the dark @_@

[chumbyy]

[citrusrei]

Leave a Message at the Tone.

Reader x Jimin Summary: Jimin leaves you a lil’ voicemail while he’s away on tour. Genre: Smutty af. Drabble-esque. Word Count: 2,477 Warnings: Phone sex. If you don’t like that sort of thing, do not read it lol. 

AN: idk where this even came from but uh, here it is lmao. I hope you enjoy this filth. Also, leave some feedback if you liked it! It is always appreciated <3

"Ah, fuck..." His voice became higher pitched as slick, wet sounds echoed in the background. Jimin's breathy gasps and quiet whimpers became faster and louder.

Your eyes were wide open as you sprung up from your bed, phone pressed tight against your ear as a hand covered your mouth in surprise. What the fuck had your boyfriend sent you while you were sleeping!?  

"I can't wait to be home-ah, fuck, and ins-side of you." He continued his ministries, his soft moans stirring the pot in the pit of your stomach as the visual of him, alone in his hotel bed, shirt riding up his toned chest with flushed cheeks, and plump lips lingered in your mind. You had the sudden urge to stop the voicemail now and ring him up, but he had to be asleep by now considering he was on the opposite side of the world. So instead, you honed in on the sound coming out of your phone, your own breath becoming labored as a slow ache started to pool.

"You'd let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, wouldn't you baby girl?" He spoke again, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence and it had your mouth watering.  

Really, what was he trying to pull?! He wouldn't be home for another 3 weeks and this wasn't helping the whole distance and the not being able to touch him thing. And this, this monstrosity disguised as a blessing of a voicemail, was not helping at all.  

You threw your body down against the mattress, making sure the phone didn't go anywhere as your hand slid into your night shorts. You listened as Jimin's breathing became shallow, his voice becoming more vocal. He really must have been alone considering how loud he was getting. Not that you minded, actually, the thought of him getting caught only turned you on further.

Your hand grazed over your panties and you already started to feel the dampness seep through the thin fabric. Your neck craned and your back arched as you applied the slightest amount of pleasure and you were surprised just how weak a dirty talking Jimin could make you.

"I know you would, you'd take it so well. Ah- your lips wrapped around me, fuck. I'm getting close. See what even the thought of you does to me?" He breathed, each whimper making your heart flip and soak the measly cloth even further, "You're all I can think about, fuck I miss you. When I come home I'm going to ravage the fuck-mmph, out of you."

Okay, you weren't playing anymore. You slipped two fingers under your drenched panties, and headed straight for your clit, rubbing small circles against the little bud, creating music of your own. Your breath matched his as you flicked your wrist against yourself, his moans and mewls reaching a fever pitch as he cried out he was coming.

"Ah, fuck!" He sobbed, his aggressive strokes stuttering as his breath caught in his throat. But you weren't nearly finished.

"Would you look at this," He laughed, his breathing still heavy, "I made such a mess of myself. I better go and clean up before Taehyung comes back. Don't get too worked up, my love. Goodnight." And then the voicemail beeped, and it was done.

You huffed as soon as the beep ended. Don't get too worked up? How dare he! He knew damn well what he was doing, that tease. But, you figured two could play at that game.  

You opened the little ghost widget; Snapchat. You were going to play just as dirty if not even more so. Park Jimin was going to learn today. You threw the bedsheets off of you, and as well as your shorts before holding down the record button, winking to the camera before aiming it downwards, showing him the dark, wet patch on your underwear and running a finger over it. After reviewing the video and deeming it good enough, you hit Jimin's username and then send. You figured he wouldn't open it until he woke up, but nearly right as you sent it, it was opened.  

You waited not so patiently to see if you were going to get a response, mindlessly rubbing your aching sex before the screen refreshed, signaling a new snapchat. But not a video, or picture; just a text.

Minnie: Fuck, I see you got my voicemail 😉 send another

You scoffed at his response. Another? Yeah, he sent you a voicemail which was longer than a 10 second video, but you HAD sent a VIDEO. And you figured if he was up and able to view your snap, he could play for a bit too. So, you typed a quick response saying that that wasn't how it was going to work.

You: No no, Park. You want something, you gotta send something in return 😉

His little bitmoji popped up, indicating he had read what was sent and typing his reply which was quick and short.

Minnie: ;/  

Minnie: but tae is in the bed next to me 🙁

You: figure something out 😛  

No more than a minute passed until the red bubble appeared on your screen. A picture.

It was him, of course. Sitting on what you assumed was the toilet as he teased you just as you did to him. His hard length poked through his grey sweats as his hand gripped around the band. Barely anything, and of course it had you drooling, almost ready to beg for more. But you stood your ground and snapped a mildly revealing picture of your cleavage.

He still seemed to enjoy it, however, sending a bunch of the water droplet emoji's. This time, a purple bubble popped up and you found yourself rushing to open it.

Jimin took the band of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down tauntingly until just the beginning of his shaft could be seen, and then it came to an abrupt end. You groaned in annoyance. Why was this boy so annoying today? But you did the same, holding the record button down as you slid your panties down just enough to get a sneak peak of your folds and ended it there, hitting send immediately.

It was opened in seconds and his reply came just as quick. It started right where he'd left off, but he'd finished the job in this snap. The garments pushed down so achingly slow until suddenly his dick sprung free, tip red and needy. You felt another gush of wetness flood onto your panties and you decided it was time to get rid of them. So, once again you hit record and casually pulled them off of your body, a small string of arousal following in suit.

Minnie: fuckkkk what are you trying to do to me????

Minnie: I almost came at just that!! 🙁  

You laughed aloud at Jimin's struggles but you were in the same boat as him. Not only did that damned voicemail rile you up beyond relief, but now he was being just as much of a tease and it only pushed you further to the edge.

The next video was him pumping his thick length leisurely as little breathy huffs could be heard in the background, the squeeze of his head at the end giving you goosebumps. "Fuck," you sighed, sliding over to the camera screen.

Your hand traveled down the length of your abdomen until it met your drenched sex which then, you slid two fingers in and right back out, giving the camera a show of just how turned on you were. And that was the tipping point for him.

Minnie: fuck it im calling you.

Sure enough, your phone rang seconds after. You picked up in a heartbeat.

"Hello?" You smiled, knowing Jimin would oh, so love your innocent tone.

"Hello? That's what you're going to say? Do you know how crazy you're driving me over here? I'm in the fucking bathroom jerking myself off cause my girlfriend wants to play games." You laughed at that, which only riled him up further.

"Play games? Ha! You're the one who started it! That voicemail... what a thing to wake up to. You're lucky I'm free today, otherwise I'd be late to work."

"Ah, that was just a present to you, baby girl." He sighed and you just knew he was still touching himself so you went back to it too, sliding your fingers over your slick walls as you listened to Jimin's breath start to get heavier.

"And that video was my present to you. Your reward to show you how turned on that made me." You continued, your eyes shutting tight as you passed over a sensitive spot.

"Well, all that did was make me hard again, and now I'm here trying to get myself off while my group mate sleeps 10 feet away from me. Are you going to take responsibility?" He grunted, the sounds of his hand picking up speed echoing in the back.

"Hm, should I? Maybe I should just go listen to that voicemail again and let you go back to sleep."

"Fuck, why would you need that when you got the real thing on the line? Unless, you would like that more?" He knew you were teasing, so he played back. What an asshole, you thought as you slid one finger into your tight hole, moaning at the slight stretch.

"Ah, fuck, baby. Tell me what you're doing right now." Jimin sighed.

"I-I'm touching myself." You breathed out, Jimin right behind you.

"Oh yeah? Where? What are you thinking about?" He purred, totally loving this. Jimin loved phone sex for some reason. While he was away on tour, you found yourself having nights like this at least 2-3 times a week. It was almost like he wasn't even gone. Almost. Of course, the real thing was infinitely better, but Jimin got so dirty on the phone that it sufficed.

"I'm to-touching my pussy," You answered, moaning again as you'd found the right spot, "and I'm thinking of you... only you."

"Only me?" Jimin laughed, "you better be thinking of only me. What am I doing to you?"

You whimpered because you were tired of all these questions. Call it selfish, but you were kind of crap at dirty talk and you loved it when Jimin took over. It was more comfortable that way, especially since he loved doing it so much. You weren't innocent or anything, but shy in that sense. He knew it too. He adored making you blush and cringe, especially when he wanted you to vocalize what you were doing to yourself when he wasn't there. Fucking, Jimin.

"Ugh, Jimin..." You whined, embarrassment creeping up into the apples of your cheeks, but all he did was giggle.

"You're so cute, baby girl. Don't be embarrassed! It's just me. I won't make fun of you." He sang. You knew he wouldn't. He was always trying to get you to come out of your shell that way, but you just... couldn't. And he respected that.

"I-you're fucking me... fast, and hard." You rasped, faltering when you heard Jimin groan on the other end.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, baby... If my cock was stuffed into your tight pussy, huh? I know you'd take it so well." He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan before he started laughing.  

"I need to be quiet so we don't get caught, but it's so hard when I keep thinking about that perfect cunt of yours. Let me hear how wet you are."

Your cheeks burned at his request but there was no way in hell you were going to deny him of it. So, you put the phone on speaker, holding it just above the source, letting the wet slick echo into the mic. Jimin groaned, absolutely loving what he was hearing, muttering a small, "Fuck yes."

You continued your movements, your fingers slicking in and out of your entrance slowly, gradually gaining speed as both yours and Jimin's breathing became faster.

"Fuck, I love you baby girl." Jimin grunted, his voice thick with lust.

You moaned in response, adding another finger to the equation. The pool in the pit of your stomach was threatening to spill as that familiar white, hot heat spread tingled through your veins.

"Jimin, I'm gonna c-come so-oon."  

He sighed at your raspy tone, "Me too, I'm so close."

You set your phone on your lower abdomen just close enough to your sex that he could still hear what you were doing to yourself. Your other hand flew down to your clit, adding that extra push to the edge and with a few more flicks and pumps, and with Jimin's deep breaths and grunts you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mmph, Jimin- fuck!" You cried out, two fingers expertly rubbing your swollen bead with the perfect amount of pressure to ride out your orgasm. Jimin followed right behind you, a sweet whimper and a grunt of your name escaping his lips.

The two of you sat on the call a few minutes, both of your breathing slowing, your heart rate returning to normal.  

Jimin began to laugh, “Fuck, Y/n. You drive me crazy.”

Your eyes widened, “Me?! You’re the one who started this!”  

“And of course you have to finish it! Ah, girl.” You could just hear the smile in his voice, and you began to smile too. Jimin paused for a minute, the tone changing, “I miss you so much. I can’t wait to come home and see you.”

Your heart clenched, “I miss you too. So much. But you’ll be home soon enough! And then, you’ll be totally sick of me and want to leave again.” You laughed. Jimin disagreed.

“No way. I could never be sick of you. I love you way too much.”

He always knew how to make you feel better and worse at the same time, you really missed him.

“Well, Park! Get home quickly... so I don’t have to use my hand anymore.”  

“Oh, baby,” The sultry tone coming back “... you’ll be wishing it was your hand. I don’t plan on holding back. I hope you’ll be able to take it.” He winked. Your eyes rolled and you giggled.

“Well, I guess we’ll see,” You yawned, “But I’m so tired. I’m heading to bed and so should you! What time is it there anyways?”

“Hmmm, nearly 4:30. I have to be up early too. You naughty girl, keeping me up at all hours of the night.” He smiled, sleepiness pronounced in his voice.

“Like, I said, you started it. But go to bed. I love you, and I’ll talk to you later.” You hummed.

“I love you too, my sweet angel. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow night?”

“Sure, you can leave another message at the tone.”

[gracetrack-higgins]

3am

I already posted this on Ao3 but here it is again for all you lovely Tumblr people!! Spot and Race adopt a baby and Spot gets very introspective and sappy at 3am about it. 

this is the cutest thing i’ve written to date. soft spot conlon wrecks my heart.

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13425714

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Spot Conlon was used to staying up late and never really had any problems with late nights, or even all-nighters. But his lifestyle changed a lot the older he got. The stamina for the all-nighters he’d had in college was significantly less. He had a schedule now. Go to bed by midnight, up by seven, out the door by eight, in the office by eight-thirty. When he was younger the thought of stability and routines were both terrifying and repulsing, but now that he had it, Spot wished he didn’t waste so much time avoiding it. He’d spent a lot of time as a young adult avoiding the life he loved now, and was internally fighting regretting all the wasted time.

Younger Spot was terrified of the things that made Older Spot so happy. Younger Spot was afraid of school and doing anything that wasn’t sports. Younger Spot was afraid of the way he felt about his best friend. Younger Spot was afraid of getting a job and an apartment. Younger Spot was downright terrified of getting married or having kids or settling down.

But Spot faced all his fears. He quit sports, went to law school, got a great job as a lawyer at an extremely competitive law firm in downtown Manhattan, moved in with his boyfriend, eventually got married to his boyfriend, and settled in a life together.

And now they just adopted a child. Which was sending their lives down a whole ‘nother crazy road Spot never wanted. But now that he was on it, he didn’t know why he’d ever wanted anything else.

It was three am, way too late for Spot to be happy about being up, but this time, he didn’t mind. He stood in the lush apartment’s kitchen holding a baby in one strong arm, rocking her as she fussed, simultaneously making a bottle with his free hand. He bounced the baby gently, screwing the lid of the bottle on tight and shaking it gently before offering it to the infant, letting her eat.

Spot and his husband Race finalized the adoption of their daughter only a week and a half ago, and despite the parenting classes, baby books, social worker visits and advice from their friends, having a baby was still an insane change. They’d waited for years for the chance to adopt a baby and went through a rigorous adoption process once they were finally off a waiting list and matched with a child.

And then just like that, Brooklyn Higgins-Conlon was theirs. Their apartment became overrun with baby supplies. Bottles and toys and strollers and diapers and blankets and onesies filled every corner of their formerly-typical-guys’-apartment. Instead of takeout and beer, their fridge was now filled with baby food and formula. Race and Spot had been taking turns staying up with their new daughter as they attempted to get her on a sleep schedule like all the books said they were supposed to. But like her fathers, Brooklyn Higgins-Conlon seemed not to care too much about rules, or following them.

Spot swayed back and forth, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Brooklyn drinking from the bottle hungrily.

“Geez kiddo,” he said softly, “Ya only ate a couple’a hours ago, you’s actin’ like we’s starvin’ ya.”

Brooklyn’s big dark eyes were drifting shut as she continued to eat.

“And now you’s gonna crash on me?” Spot teased, “After all’a that fuss?”

Brooklyn snuffled, finishing the bottle and sighing a little as her tiny eyes shut and she promptly fell asleep. Spot set the bottle down on the table and shifted the baby in his arms so she snuggled into his chest. Spot glanced at the clock. 3:34am.

Rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand, Spot carried his sleeping daughter back to his and Race’s master bedroom, setting her down in the crib at the foot of their bed, and then climbing back into bed next to his sprawled out husband. Spot just slid his hand around Race’s waist, getting comfortable and closing his eyes, when he heard whimpers.

Nononono. Please stay asleep.

The whimpers turned into whines.

Ugghghhhhh.

The whines quickly turned into cries, which reached screeches within seconds. Spot groaned, Race stirred next to him, shoving his head under the pillow, slapping at Spot lazily.

“Spottyyyyy,” Race whined, and Spot shushed him, quickly slipping out of bed again to pick up the screaming baby.

“Alright missy.” Spot said as he held the baby to his shoulder, bouncing her as he left the bedroom, closing the door with his foot and going back into the small family room, pacing back and forth, trying to get the baby to stop crying.

“C’mon Brooklyn,” Spot muttered, patting the baby’s back lightly. After a few moments she calmed down, but refused to be put down, so Spot sat on the couch, holding his four month old daughter in his arms, trying to get her to go back to sleep.

“You’s a handful, Lil’ Miss.” Spot told her softly, letting Brooklyn suck on his fingers. “It’s almost four in the mornin’. You’s lucky I took time off’a work, otherwise I’d be a very grumpy Daddy havin’ ta get up early.”

Brooklyn cooed and Spot smirked.

“Ya think it’s funny?” he snorted. “One’a these days I ain’t gonna be able to stay home all the time, an’ then it won’t be so funny.”

Brooklyn gurgled a laugh and Spot shook his head.

“Yeah yeah, go on an’ laugh.” Spot pulled his fingers from the baby’s mouth and she shrieked in protest. He quickly shushed her, handing her a baby toy to play with instead. “It ain’t gonna be half as funny for me, Princess. ‘m already dreadin’ it.”

Brooklyn waved the toy at Spot, who grinned a little. He made a face at her, which prompted a new bout of giggles.

“I wish I had your energy.”

Brooklyn giggled more, bouncing in his arms. He bounced a little too, hushing her as her giggles turned into shrieks.

“Shhhh, Papa’s sleepin’, you’s gonna wake ‘im up. He already spent all night up wit’ ya last night, ya lil monster.”

Brooklyn seemed to get the memo, shoving the toy back into her mouth, resting against Spot’s strong arm as he held her close.

“Finally gettin’ sleepy?” he asked, rocking her instinctively. He was surprised at how easily some of this baby stuff had come to him, since until Jack and Kath’s kids were born, he’d never even held a baby. And at first, the prospect of raising a child, having a kid relying on him for food and shelter and life and…well, everything, was terrifying. But now, at four in the morning, holding Brooklyn in his arms, he wanted to give her everything and anything. It put everything in perspective. He didn’t want to go to work. He wanted to stay home and change diapers and make bottles and watch her nap. He wanted to hear her first words and watch her take her first steps and be there for everything. The thought of having to be at work all day instead of at home with her and Race made Spot’s stomach ache a little with sadness. And they’d only had her for a little over a week. How was he this attached after such a short amount of time? Why did she feel like a piece of him that’d been missing?

“There we go,” Spot said encouragingly as Brooklyn started to calm down, and he replaced the toy in her mouth with a pacifier instead. He rocked her back and forth gently, running his free hand lightly through her soft dark curls. “That’s my girl.” he smiled.

“I ain’t never thought I’d be sittin’ here,” he told her softly, “In my own place. Married to anyone, let alone your Papa.” he booped her tiny nose. “Holdin’ you.” Spot sighed contentedly. “Now I dunno what I’d do without ya.”

Brooklyn’s eyelids started to drift as Spot continued to rock her.

“I know I ain’t gonna be great at this,” Spot told her next as Brooklyn’s little tan hand wrapped around his finger. “Bein’ a dad. I didn’t have one, so…” he shrugged. “I’m not too sure what ‘m doin’ half the time. But I promise, I’ll do everythin’ I can to make sure you’s happy an’ you’s loved, ‘kay?”

Brooklyn’s little eyes closed and he smiled.

“Good.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, still rocking her gently to make sure she stayed asleep.

“I think you’s pretty great at this.”

Spot looked up at the sound of his husband’s voice and rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, you heard that?”

Race smirked, curling up next to Spot on the couch, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” he smiled. “It was real cute.” Race looked at the baby asleep in the crook of Spot’s arm. “An’ she’s sleepin’, so you’s definitely doin’ somethin’ right.”

Spot groaned lightly, but tilted his head to rest against Race’s.

“Bein’ a dad is a lotta work.” he said, and Race nodded.

“Yeah, it sure is.” Race yawned, reaching one hand over to gently to brush at Brooklyn’s curls. “‘s a good thing she’s cute.”

Spot smirked. “I think she knows it, too. She knows we’ll let her get away with anythin’.”

Race breathed a laugh. “Yeah, an’ that’ll only get worse as she gets older.”

Spot nodded in agreement, both his and Race’s eyes watching their sleeping baby.

“‘m real glad we’re doin’ this,” Spot whispered, “I’m sorry I made ya wait so long.”

Race shook his head. “If we didn’t wait, we wouldn’t have Brooklyn.” he said simply. “An’ she’s perfect.”

Spot smiled. “She is.”

“An’ so’re you.” Race added, and Spot rolled his eyes jokingly.

“Ew, affection.” he whined, laughing as Race flicked him in the head and then pulled him into a kiss.

“Love you,” Spot offered between kisses.

“Love you too.”

Race smiled as they parted and stood from the couch, holding out a hand for Spot to join him. He did, taking Race’s hand in his, Brooklyn still asleep in his arm.

“Maybe she’ll finally stay asleep.” Race said hopefully as they started back to the bedroom.

“She can just sleep with us,” Spot joked, “Since she’s so attached.”

Race shoved his husband’s shoulder lightly. “Allow me to reference chapter 14 of every parenting book ever: Co-Sleeping Is A Trap Do Not Do It. We ain’t doin’ it.”

“I know, I know.” Spot laughed, setting the baby down in her crib gently, watching her for a second before joining Race back in bed. “If she cries again it’s your turn.”

Race mocked offense. “After last night? How dare you?”

Spot pushed Race down against the mattress, tucking a hand around his waist and pulling him close as they got comfortable.

“You overheard my private sappy conversation with our baby. It’s the least ya can do.”

Race snorted, burying his face in Spot’s t-shirt as he snuggled against him.

“Shut up an’ go to sleep.” Race murmured and Spot smiled, kissing Race’s curls and relaxing against him.

“Night, Racer.” Spot whispered.

“It’s mornin’.” Race mumbled.

“Mornin’, then.” Spot amended, smiling as he felt Race’s smile against his chest.

“Sleep, moron.” Race drawled, and Spot grunted, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

Now please don’t wake up again. He thought to his daughter as he finally drifted back to sleep.

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