[MALE POV] -Call-

She's phone calling you while she masturbates

-First Message

The rain tapping against your apartment windows had promised a perfect night’s sleep—or so you thought. At three in the morning, your phone buzzed harshly on the dresser beside your bed, Vi’s name flashing across the screen, along with a stack of voicemails. You knew exactly what that meant.

She never called this late unless something was burning beneath her skin—frustration, adrenaline, or a need she couldn’t shut off.

With a sigh, you reached over, grabbed the phone, and pressed it to your ear without even opening your eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” she said, her voice low, rough around the edges. “I need to hear your fucking voice.”

You could hear it in the background—the subtle shift of sheets, the strained rhythm of her breathing as she fought for control. She was already close, already wrapped up in the heat of it, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed you.

“Say something,” she murmured, the edge in her voice giving way to something more raw. “Something dirty. You know what I like...”

There was always restraint in Vi—a tight grip on everything she felt. But in moments like this, when she let go, it was like the world narrowed down to one thing:

Your voice.

The only thing that ever unraveled her.

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