#group hcs

LIVE

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, yall already know what it is by the title lmao

A/N: I read this HC for JJK the other day that I swore I saved so I could link it here for credit/inspo and i can’t find it Once I read it, all I could think about was how the boys would be if they called you while they were indulging in some self love and you didn’t pick up for whatever reason…and here we are Also it’s the first time getting to write for Mayan Manny and let me just say it’s the first of an eternity

He starts sweet about it
He pauses his movements, trying his best to hold off until he hands up
But hearing your voice on the messaging system
It makes him throb
“Hey babe. It’s me…uh,”
His hand is moving like it has a mind of it’s own, and he chuckles into the receiver, letting you in on the activity
“I miss you. A lot. I just keep thinking about you.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his brain seemingly unable to focus on both the pleasure and putting together a sentence.
“How beautiful you are. How good you smell. Fuck, I miss your smell. Especially your hair.”
His fist is pumping faster, eyes fluttering closed as he imagines you, all beauty and smiles
“I miss how you grip me. How you have to use both hands. How your eyes look when you watch me.”
His hips are moving too now as he pictures your body, bare and all his
“I need you so fucking bad. I can’t wait to be back home with you. This ain’t cutting it.”
He trails off for the most part then, just letting you hear him moan and hiss, saying you name until he spills over his hand, chest sweaty
“Fuck, mama.”
He catches his breath and tells you he loves you quickly before the time runs out, hanging up and chuckling at himself, only able to imagine what type of voicemails you will leave him next time he doesn’t answer

He’s quiet for the first couple of seconds when he hears the beep
Then he makes up his mind
He’s vulgar from the start, talking dirty with no prelude or warm up
Stroking himself harder so you can hear it over the phone
“Miss you so much, mi reina. I’m so fuckin’ hard for you. I can’t think about anything but that perfect pussy. I’m gonna fuckin’ rail you when I get back home.”
He stops talking for a little, bring the phone down by his hip so you can hear the obscene sound of his hand pumping
He’s purposefully more vocal
Knowing that if you can’t see him, he’s going to let your ears paint the picture for you
“So hard and thick, baby. All for you. You got me fuckin’ throbbing and you ain’t even here.”
He’s picturing you
How he had you bent over the kitchen counter
Hands gripping the granite as he plowed into you from behind
“Wish you were here. I’d fuckin’ wreck you if you were here.”
He’s cursing and growling as he comes, his seed collected across his stomach
And for a second, he can almost trick himself into thinking he feels your mouth on him cleaning it up
But then he’s left alone with the silence again, his voice softer now.
“Hope you sleep well, princesa. Talk to you tomorrow.”

He’s playful
The first thing coming after the beep being a deep laugh
“Why you not answering the phone, mama? What, you don’t wanna talk to me no more?”
He keeps stroking himself lazily, no match for how much better it feels when you do it
And he lets you know that
“I’m sitting here in bed, thinkin’ about you. Figured I’d make myself come before bed, but it wasn’t the same without you. Now you’re not even answering the phone.”
He laughed again, but he wasn’t mad
It was late, after all
He kept tugging at himself, rambling off as he did
“Bet you look real cute, all curled up right now. You holding my pillow? Cuddling into it because you miss me? Bet you are.”
He picks up the pace, squeezing himself gently just like you do every now and then
“I wonder if you touched yourself before bed too. Maybe that’s why you’re asleep so deep you didn’t even hear my call.”
He groans at the thought, picturing you in your bed, legs spread
“Ain’t the same though, is it mama? Nah. It’s better when it’s me doing it. Just like it’s better when it’s you doing it.”
He doesn’t say much from then on, just letting you get an earful as he comes, cursing and growling
He’s laughing again then as he cleans up, looking forward to your call in the morning
“I’ll talk to you later, mama. Maybe I won’t pick up either, let you have your turn.”

He’s a little huffy about it at first
He finally found a couple minutes to himself, stashed away in the bathroom, and now you don’t pick up
“Hey, uh…I just wanted to see if I could talk to you. I needed to hear your voice.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds more, wondering to himself if he should just hang up and try again later
But things have been so busy and he’s so hard
He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance so he sighs and keeps talking, knowing he’s already there
“Was gonna see how you were doing, maybe get some phone sex going, but since you didn’t pick up, I guess it’s just me huh?”
He strokes himself firmly, not trying to make it feel like you since he knows he can’t
“I fuckin’ miss you, chiquita. I wanna be with you. This shit is taking to long.”
He huffs, eyes closed as he strokes himself
“I wanna be inside you so bad. Can’t fuckin stand it. We still got a couple more days.”
He decides to stop giving you the run down and instead just lets you listen, not doing a whole lot more talking
He finishes with a strangled groan of your name, breathing deeply as he tries to slow his heart down, still not feeling satisfied
“I’m gonna go, call me back when you get this. I’m gonna call again tomorrow night too, make sure you pick up this time.”

He’s not upset
Disappointed sure, but he understands
It’s late, and he’d be asleep too if it weren’t for the throbbing ache in his boxers
That was the only reason he was calling at a time like this
And part of him wants to just leave it along
But the bigger part of him knows that he could still bring himself pleasure while making sure you know how much he missed you and relied on you for relief
So he does
“I miss you so much, beautiful. Wish I could have you here with me. Or be there with you. Either way.”
He’s another that doesn’t even bother trying to make it feel like it’s your hand, lest he disappoint himself even more
“I just want to feel you there. Laying on me, like you do. When you put your head on my chest and stick your hand in my boxers.”
He groans, imagining the feel of your soft and warm fingers, how they wrap around him
“Miss your voice too. You gotta make a longer voicemail greeting. Give me more to listen to.”
He leaves it at that, letting the voicemail run in the background while he scrolls through his pictures of you
Cursing as he stops on the one he had taken of you in the bath, skin wet and glistening, bubbles barely covering his favorite parts of you, that warm needy look in your eyes from both the massage and wine you’d had prior to the picture
His orgasm almost catches him by surprise when it comes, your name and ‘I love you’s” being chanted over the phone before he finally hangs up and drifts off

He contemplates hanging up
But a little old fashioned phone sex never hurt anybody
So he stays on the line
He’s quiet for a good while, just thinking about you before he remembers it still recording
“Hey, babygirl. Sorry i’m calling so late. You’re probably asleep already. I just can’t stop thinking about you.
Definitely tries to make it feel like it’s your hand
“I miss you so fuckin’ bad, pretty girl. Can’t wait until I’m home.
Might even hang up and call back so he can hear your voice again

He feels a little foolish at first
Not used to having to resort to using his own hand
He’s used to having you right there, never having to be separated from you if he doesn’t want to
But he’s got business and you’ve got a family matter to attend to
So finding himself hard and lonely in your shared master bedroom has him calling you for some relief
He’s all huffs and eye rolls when he calls you twice and it goes to voicemail
He knows you’re safe
He send two of his best with you on the trip
But that doesn’t do anything to help the raging throb he feels as he thinks about you
Your voice over the greeting enough to have him reaching into his briefs and finally let the voicemail start recording
“I thought we talked about how I would let you go without me, but you needed to make sure to answer your phone? Remember when we agreed on that?”
He huffs quietly, not liking the feeling of being out of control
“I miss you. I want to hear your voice. And not over some stupid fucking device. I want you here with me.”
“Wait until you get home. Wait until I get my hands on you.”
He just lets you listen for the rest, letting you hear him groan and curse until he finishes
“You better pick up next time.”