tw/cw: phone sex, f.reader, guided masterbation, daddy kink
imagine… yakuza hanamaki out of town on a job, on the phone with his oh-so innocent girlfriend.
he sits against the leather seats of his expensive car, his driver concealed, unable to hear the words he’s saying to you. but even if he could hear, hanamaki wouldn’t care.
“‘hiro,” you sniffle, your whiny little voice ringing through his ear as he grins, “i need you’re help.” he can hear you soft groans, the way the sheets are moving around you, it’s abordable how you need his help to get off.
“where are your hands, pretty baby?” he asks, palming himself through his pants.
“on my pussy, daddy,” you hiccup, struggling to touch yourself. hanamaki laughed, causing your stomach to swirl in embarrassment as heat crept up your neck.
“good girl, go on, keeping touching yourself.” the pace he had over his own bulge was leisure and slow, picturing you spread out on the bed, legs spread, trying to get yourself off. he could almost see your flustered face.
“c-can’t.” “oh, don’t be like that, i know you’re smart, baby.” with his words you take deep breaths, moving your soft fingers to the spot takahiro always touches to make you cum, you make circular motions, biting your lip and keeping in your moans.
“c’mon let me hear you doll,” he says, his own groan slipping from his throat as he finally pulls out his throbbing cock and begins stroking it.
just like that, you moan into the phone, listening to hanamaki praise you endlessly, telling you about how good you were making him feel in return.
“you feel so good, just wish i was there baby, wish i was fucking that tight cunt of yours.” he gripped the base of his cock, pumping up and down at the sound of your almost pornographic moans.
“daddy, daddy cuming!” you squeak out, feeling your whole body twitch and tremble as hanamaki spits on his own hand, going back to fucking his fist.
“let go baby-fuck-daddy’s close too,” he grunts, white ropes spilling from his cock and straining both his pants and his button up shirt. he lets out a huff, tiling his head back, “you were so good for me baby, such a good girl.”