yk you miss me. · Y/n story by @ninalinabina

It’s 2:34 AM. The only light in your room is the harsh blue glow of your phone screen. The sheets are tangled around your legs, thin and damp from the summer heat.

Armando

a low groan, the sound of wet skin meeting wet skin, his voice ragged Fuck, mami… yeah, right there…

It’s you on the screen. From his angle. Your back arched. His hand gripping your hip, gold chain dangling between your bodies, swinging with every thrust. He leans down — you watch him take your nipple into his mouth, the camera shaking as he moans against your skin.

Armando

breathing heavy, wet, slick sounds in the background Ay fuck, mami… I miss you so bad, princesa… a shaky exhale Mm, fuck… I’m thinkin’ about you… ‘member how you feel, inside an’ out… another wet stroke, his voice dipping low and desperate I need you back, girl… fuck.

The message ends.