i got like five requests for this, l m a OOOO. so here you go: le phone sex ft. video. this is also more hinata-centric than the first two chapters, so i hope that's something you all enjoy. ;)
hinata is sometimes so involved in her home life with sasuke that she forgets he has other priorities. she approaches the end of finals week with an ever-lengthening list of vacation ideas in mind, only to be disappointed by sasuke breaking the news that he'll be canvasing law schools for nearly two weeks once finals are over. the morning of his departure, he wakes up especially early and makes them an extravagant breakfast-in-bed, complete with pancakes, strawberries, and two glasses of red wine. hinata teases him endlessly for the gesture, amazed that with her, sasuke is capable of expressing so much emotion. a roll of his eyes has her giggling, then sighing dreamily as he leans in to kiss her goodbye.
"call you tonight," he murmurs, nibbling at her jaw before stepping away.
"mm," she replies, and then he's gone.
she begins her day with a much needed cleaning of the entire condo, using the activity to keep her mind occupied. sheets are taken down to the laundry and changed, counters swiped clean of all their grime, and litter gathered up and dumped into the trash. at the end of the grueling three hours, hinata surveys her work, musing to herself how if sasuke was home, the place would revert back to the way it was by the next morning. and this wouldn't just be because he happens to be a slob or anything; it would be a combined effort, made possible by recklessly tackled kisses and lip-locks, and an insuperable urge to be constantly touching each other. the junction of her thighs goes warm, and she lets out a sigh.
"idiot," she chides, "he could have taken me with him."
the remainder of the day's hours go by with textbook reading she had hoped to push to the end of the break for her inability to be separated from sasuke. hinata even manages to tackle a good deal of her nursing school applications, finishing a record amount of three essays in four hours. before she knows it, the sun is starting to set and the realization of there not being any food in the fridge beginning to dawn. hinata wills herself into driving out thirty minutes to the market—the one woe of living in a secluded college town, unfortunately—but decides as soon as she gets back that she won't ever invest in doing the groceries on her own again. it takes her three trips up and down the stairs to their condo to get all of the groceries for the next two weeks indoors, and by the end of it, hinata is more than perturbed and prepared to vent to sasuke about why he ought to be home.
she pulls out her cell phone while brewing a packet of chamomile tea, unable to keep the sigh of relief from escaping her when he answers. "hey," sasuke breathes, and she replies in tandem before saying, "wait, just a second." hinata takes the phone and props it up on the counter against a filled water bottle, then presses a button and turns on her video.
sasuke raises an eyebrow at her. "you look tired," he deadpans, then adds, "what did you do?"
"everything," hinata retorts, though she tries not to sound too resentful. his face shifts at her next comment, a soft, childish statement of fact: "and i don't even have anything to come home to for it." the water in the pot comes to a boil, bubbling noisily even as she quells it with the submersion of a tea packet. sasuke's eyes avoid meeting her gaze through the video, his cheeks taking on a soft, fuchsia stain as he turns over her loneliness in his mind.
"you know, you can." he stops, having caught her eye. the adam's apple of his throat bobs nervously, but he plows ahead anyway. "you can take care of yourself," he whispers, "if you want."
hinata's eyes blow wide in surprise; ever since he discovered that she was prone to touching herself in her sleep, he had insisted on ensuring her pleasure per his own actions. every night, his fingers charted a path under the neckline of her shirt, down the valley of her breasts, past the dipped oval of her navel, all the way to her thighs. just the thought of him spreading her apart under her laced panties has her heart racing at an inexplicably quick pace. she tries hard to hold her breath lest he catch onto her arousal, though her hands tremble against the counter. it must be hard for him to say this; to temporarily relinquish the power he usually has over her. despite her earlier annoyance at having been left alone, hinata finds herself pitying her boyfriend.
an idea starts to take shape in her mind, and as she switches off the stove top burner, she says, "let me call you back."
the tea is good for her aura. it tickles her tongue and sparks off her neurons, sends a slight, satisfied tremor running through all of her skin and bones. chamomile, she and sasuke determined long ago, is the perfect preamble to any sensual endeavor. its heat takes root and gradually inflames, lets the body come to a simmer so that it might be easier for it to boil minutes later. when hinata makes it to their room and slips off her shirt, the feel of icy air on her flushed breasts has her sighing in content. she ghosts her fingers over the stiff nipples, pinches experimentally before tracing them down, down, down to the waistband of her panties. her experience with masturbating has only ever been under the pretense of a deep, but fantasy-filled sleep; seeing it for herself is an entirely different emotion, different feel that she absolutely relishes in.
hinata picks the fluffiest of pillows to set behind her when she leans back into their bed. her hair is spread messily over the white of them, as are her parted, crooked legs over the lavender colored sheets. satisfied, she picks up her phone and redials sasuke's number, then sets the device right in front of her legs, waiting for the camera to properly calibrate.
the hitch in his breath when he answers has her half-wired already. his mouth hangs open and his brows unknit, and she asks casually, "can you see it alright?"
"yeah, i— yeah."
"okay," she replies, and then for the first time that night, she lets her lips come into the camera's view as she whispers lasciviously, "now tell me what to do."
sasuke licks his lips, pushes pensively at his teeth. hinata can tell just by the concentration in his eyes that he likes this idea but that he is unsure of how to proceed, so she does him a favor and begins the process for him. her fingers flitter down the whole length of her body until they reach her cunt, at which point they scissor slowly down the outward bend of her lips. hinata lets out a moan in tandem to a grunt from sasuke. her core is beginning to seep, drip drip, into the crooks of her fingers. she resists her urge to taste, trusting that he will have her doing so later.
"do that," he finally speaks up, "do that again."
"what," she murmurs, repeating the movement, only with her fingers pointed a little downward so that she might scrape up some of her wetness on her fingernails, "this?"
one bob of his adam's apple, then another. hinata abandons all restraint on her voice and allows sigh after satisfied sigh to escape her. her fingers make slippery noises against her flesh, coated ever more by the spring of her essence. she ghosts one over her slit, lets slip a whine as the urge to plunge it in overtakes her. "sasuke, how—"
"you have to do it slowly," he answers. "little by little, and when— when you can't go any further, you— ah, fuck, you— you twist it."
hinata does exactly so and is gifted, to her pleasure, with a shuddering, sigh-mixed whine. her thighs clench instinctively about the one digit, but sasuke surprises her and commands, "no, spread them apart."
"but—"
he cuts her off, says sharply, "listen."
it would be a lie to say that she isn't turned on by this sudden display of dominance. hinata's eyelids flutter as her finger comes out, awaiting further instructions. his lips are pulled tight as he considers his next plan of action, and her upper body heaves with the weight of still impending arousal. hinata takes the opportunity of his silence to tease her nipples, giggling airily when the slick of her cum slathers around their circumference. she will tend to them with her mouth later, when the taste of herself is more embedded and her breasts more flushed and ready for the swallowing.
"two fingers," sasuke interjects, breaking her breast play. he brings his own fingers up for demonstration, says, "like this", then pushes them together side by side. his other hand comes up to form a hole—her hole, she realizes with a giggle—and he continues, "watch me." hinata's eyes are lidded as she follows the movement of his fingers through the whole; they start off conjoined, a stiff erection meant only to tease her, but as their base reaches the hole's opening, he spreads his fingers apart. the image of a scissor taints her eyes, and with slight hesitation, hinata attempts to mirror his movements. she takes her index and middle finger, slips them past her slit and spreads them farther apart as they make their way up her vagina. a shuddering moan escapes her when she feels the digits touch upon a particularly sensitive spot.
sasuke grunts lewdly, but manages to say, "now do it again."
she complies.
"and again."
another moan, another wail.
"again."
the movements are slow, but she can feel herself start to shake.
"ag—"
hinata builds up the pace of her fingers, scissoring expertly into her vagina and clenching around her hand as the tips of her fingers touch repeatedly upon her g-spot. a tremor takes hold of her body, and she rams urgently into herself, desperate for a realization of her climax so that the shuddering in her thighs might finally quell. hinata shuts her eyes and hears herself yell before the expected outpouring of cum rushes down her like a river and coats the entire front of her hand. every part of her is shaking so uncontrollably that she sinks further into the pillows, turning her face into them as she slips out her fingers to her arousal's dismay. sasuke takes a little longer but cums soon after her, though his head hangs back and she can't see his face.
"does it—" he's panting, for her sake, "does it taste good?"
the hand that's not covered in cum takes her phone and shifts it to where it's in view of her face. hinata brings up one finger, hooks it on her teeth. her taste is salty but sweet in the afterthought, and it makes her hum in pleasure. she watches with delight as sasuke groans with each suck of her mouth, with each small bob of her throat as he licks up the residue and swallows. the sensation is even better when she adds her other fingers and makes the most filthy noises thought possible with her lips and tongue, sucking and licking and sucking and licking, without relent.
"we should do this—more, ah, more often," sasuke concludes, and hinata can't help but laugh. she'll never admit to it, but the sensation of getting off to his instruction is nearly as good as the real thing, when his hands, and not hers, are caressing her body. she wonders what it might be like to do this when he's actually here; god knows it would only be so much harder for him, what with her actually being within his reach. the thought of domination running both ways is definitely a tempting one. hinata saves it for later.
"i should go," he continues, "i have to get up early tomorrow."
hinata arches an eyebrow. "oh, so you don't want your share?" she asks innocently.
"my share," he replies slowly, questioningly, though she's sure he already knows what she's implying.
"i was thinking," hinata murmurs, "that i might do the same for you. if you don't mind, that is." she flutters her eyelashes at him, parts her lips slightly and wills a faint blush to her cheeks. sasuke swallows, nervous.
"make it quick," he answers decisively, and then she's getting her own good look of arousal in the ramrod shape of his penis. sasuke utters a guttural sigh when his hands touch the blood rent sex organ, and hinata hides her pleasure in the facade of a small smile. "your fingers," she begins, demonstrating, "like this. . ."
as she gets him started, his request filters through her head. make it quick. she considers relenting to it, but then one look at her bedside table's clock has her deciding that she will do anything but. his torturous methods of making her writhe in pleasure had hinata bent on some gateway to heaven for an entire seventeen minutes. there's no way she's about to let him get away with the usual eight. if the power is in her hands, she will make sure he grunts, moans, screams. it's the least she can do for the both of them, after all.
"hinata," sasuke groans, one of his hands teasing his head while the other pumps mercilessly slow. "any time now."
"oh, right," she answers, and she takes another look at the clock. her thighs convulse upon her making the quick calculation. hinata hides a smile.
"two minutes," she whispers.
only fifteen left to go.
okay, so this was like, incredibly fun to write. i'm hoping i'm not the only one getting wet reading all the way through this, lmao. (now if only i had someone to take care of me the way sasuke does hinata, amiright?)
next chapter's feature is lap dances! hit me up with any of your particular preferences with a review! ;)