phone sex operator!reader talking hakari and his pretty gf kirara through it !
cw. explicit sexual content, phone sex, guided threesome (?), characterization might be a lil rough sowwy i tried my best, 1.9k words
your finger’s hovering over that logout button, the screen’s blue glow the only thing cutting through the dim haze of your apartment, and you’re thinking, fuck this shift, it’s been nothing but crickets and creeps who hang up after two minutes—might as well crash with some netflix and forget i even clocked in.
but then the line buzzes, sharp and unexpected, and hakari’s voice eases in like he’s got all the time in the world, that lazy drawl wrapping around your ear.
“yo, operator. you clocking out already? nah, stick around. we could use someone like you to stir things up.”
kirara’s voice slips in right behind, smooth and teasing, like she’s already got you figured out. “he means we’re bored and half-undressed. don’t leave us hanging—tell her how i’m sitting, hakari. make it super tempting.”
your stomach flips hard. a couple. not just some solo guy jerking off to his own voice. two people who sound like they actually like each other. your face burns and your thighs press together under the desk without permission.
you swallow, voice coming out smaller than you mean it to. “um… hi. still here. names? and… what’s the setup? if you want.”
hakari chuckles, low and easy, like he can hear the nerves. “hakari. this is kirara. she’s straddling my lap right now, legs spread over mine, rocking slow just to keep me hard. we’ve been at it a while. she wants someone to call the shots tonight. figured your voice might do the trick.”
kirara hums, softer now, almost gentle. “you sound sweet when you’re shy, operator. don’t be nervous. we’re not here to rush you. just… play with us a little? tell us what you want to see first. we’ll listen.”
god, her tone is so warm it makes your chest loosen a fraction. your fingers twitch toward your waistband because yeah, you’re already damp just from how casually they talk about it.
you let out a shaky breath, voice still quiet. “okay. kirara… spread wider? hook your ankles outside his thighs so he can’t… push up easy. then take just the tip. slow. for me, please.”
she makes a pleased little sound, breath catching. “mm, done. he’s already leaking, just the head and he’s pulsing. trying so hard to stay still for you. good start, baby.”
hakari’s voice stays lazy, amused. “she’s dripping down my balls already. your voice is making her squeeze tighter every time you speak. you touching yourself yet? sounds like your breathing’s getting pretty.”
he noticed. your cheeks flame hotter but your fingers are already circling slow over your clit through the fabric, matching the tease.
“maybe… a little,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “but you’re the ones who called. hakari… don’t move. tell her how it feels. be honest.”
he exhales slow, smirk clear. “kirara… your pussy’s so warm and greedy, just sucking the tip like you can’t get enough. clenching every time she talks. you’re the desperate one right now, pretty girl.”
kirara laughs softly, no mockery, just fondness. “listen to him trying to sound unbothered. his thighs are trembling under me, operator. you’re doing great—don’t stop. you’ve got us both hooked already. sink down another inch for me? let him stretch you while he bites your neck. slow. show him you’re in charge tonight.”
your heart stutters at the praise. she’s talking to you like you matter, like this isn’t embarrassing. your fingers slip under the fabric now, dipping shallow because the heat’s building too fast.
“yeah… do that,” you murmur, braver now. “hakari—bite her. mark her. and tell me both how it feels.”
wet slide, her sharp inhale, faint scrape of teeth. “oh—fuck, that stings perfect. he’s deeper, stretching me slow… throbbing so hard inside.”
hakari’s tone dips, still calm but edged with want. “she’s fluttering around me, hot and tight. marking up nice under my mouth. you’re killing us slow, operator. bet your fingers are soaked right now.”
kirara’s voice turns sweeter, coaxing. “you can tell us, you know. we like hearing you get worked up too. it’s hot. rub a little faster for us? please? you’re being so good already.”
her words melt something in your chest. your shyness cracks open wider—fingers speed up, circling your clit with more pressure, breath hitching openly.
“i… yeah. dripping. thighs shaking a little,” you confess, voice steadier. “now rock just the first couple inches, kirara. shallow. tease him. hakari… whisper how bad she wants more every time she pulls back.”
kirara’s rhythm starts. “he’s whispering filth—saying my cunt’s begging. it’s mean and so good. operator… more. please. you’re making this feel incredible.”
hakari laughs low, unbothered but strained. “she’s creaming all over me, acting tough but whining so sweet. you edging yourself too, shy thing? tell us. let us hear it.”
“edging… yeah,” you breathe, bolder now. “can’t help it. kirara—touch your clit. slow circles. hakari—one deep thrust every time she moans. just one. then hold.”
she moans the instant he sinks in, high and pretty. “deep—right there—please—”
hakari’s control thins. “she’s gripping vicious. fluttering wild. operator… i’m holding, but she’s close. let me move soon.”
kirara pants, still sweet even wrecked. “he’s shaking too—don’t let him fool you. so full—his cock’s owning every inch. build it more, baby. we’re aching for you to say yes.”
their praise lights you up—fingers frantic, hips rocking because the tension’s unbearable and you’re not hiding anymore.
“another deep one,” you say, voice firmer. “kirara—tell me how stretched. hakari—wait for my word.”
she gasps as he obeys. “splitting me—throbbing everywhere—i feel him pulse—please—”
hakari’s voice roughens, serious for a beat. “your rules are breaking us slow. you’re right there too, aren’t you? fingers deep, clit swollen. say it.”
the words land heavy in your ear and your whole body clenches around the two fingers buried inside you, slick and aching. your clit throbs under the pad of your thumb, swollen and sensitive from how long you’ve been circling without letting yourself tip over. heat crawls up your neck, chest tight, breath coming in shallow pants you can’t hide anymore.
“yes,” you whisper, voice cracking open. “fingers deep… clit so swollen it hurts. i’m right there. please—”
kirara lets out a soft moan at your confession. her hips roll down harder now, taking him deeper without waiting for permission, slick sounds filling the line as she grinds in tight circles. you hear the wet slap of skin meeting skin, her thighs trembling against his.
hakari’s hands must clamp down on her hips because there’s a low growl—his control finally fraying—and he thrusts up to meet her, slow at first, every inch dragging out a choked gasp from her throat. the rhythm builds fast after that: deep, punishing strokes that make her breath hitch higher each time he bottoms out.
your own fingers match without thinking—curling harder inside yourself, thumb pressing firm circles over your clit until sparks shoot up your spine. your free hand grips the edge of the desk so tight your knuckles ache. every thrust they take echoes in your body like you’re the one getting fucked, heat pooling low and tight, thighs shaking under the table.
kirara’s moans turn sharp and desperate, broken little “fuck—fuck—there baby—” spilling out as hakari picks up speed. you can picture it too clearly: her back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, pussy clenching visibly around his cock with every pull-out. his hips snap forward harder now, possessive, no more teasing—just raw need driving into her.
your fingers plunge faster, slick dripping down your wrist, the wet sounds from your own hand mixing with theirs on the line. pressure coils unbearable in your core, clit pulsing under relentless circles, walls fluttering around your fingers like they’re trying to pull something deeper.
“cum with us,” kirara pants, voice sweet even when it’s wrecked. “let go, baby—feel it—cum—”
hakari’s next thrust must hit her perfect because she cries out, high and shattering, body locking up as she cums hard around him. the line floods with her broken sobs, wet gushing sounds, his low groan vibrating through as he buries himself deep and holds, pulsing inside her, filling her up while she milks every drop.
that’s what tips you—her cry, his grunt, the filthy wet rhythm of them riding it out together. your orgasm slams through you without warning: walls clamping hard around your fingers, clit throbbing violently under your thumb, whole body jerking forward as heat explodes outward in waves that leave you gasping, trembling, thighs slick and shaking.
your fingers are still sticky and trembling when you finally pull them away, the aftershocks leaving little sparks dancing under your skin. your thighs are slick, shorts pushed down just enough, chair creaking under the way your body keeps twitching even now. the line stays quiet except for the three of you breathing—slow, heavy, like everyone’s still riding the high.
kirara breaks it first, voice all soft velvet now, no tease left. “mm… you were so good for us. sounded like you needed that as bad as we did. you sounded so pretty coming undone like that.”
hakari exhales a lazy laugh, still hoarse. “yeah. felt that one all the way over here. good girl.”
“anytime you two… want this again,” you murmur, shy creeping back but softer this time. “i’ll pick up.”
your cheeks burn hotter at the praise, but it settles warm and heavy in your chest. you tuck a strand behind your ear even though they can’t see it, suddenly hyper-aware of how alone you are in this dim room while they’re tangled together somewhere else.
“i… didn’t expect it to feel like that,” you admit, voice small again but honest. “usually it’s just… one person. never like this. never a couple.”
kirara makes a pleased little sound. “that’s what made it better. you fit right in. like you were waiting for us to show up and pull you under.”
hakari chuckles, low and satisfied. “she’s right. next time we’re not doing this over the phone.”
your breath catches. next time?
kirara picks up the thread smooth as silk. “no screens, no distance. just skin on skin. you telling us what to do… or maybe letting us show you exactly how grateful we are.”
hakari’s voice drops, that feral edge creeping back in but still lazy, like he’s already picturing it. “you’d look so fucking pretty spread out between us. shy little operator finally getting everything she’s been teasing herself to. we’d take our time. make you cum until you forget your own name.”
kirara hums agreement, softer. “we’d be gentle at first. let you set the pace. but once you open up… we’d ruin you so sweet. you’d leave marked up and smiling.”
your pulse kicks hard again, fresh heat pooling low even though you just came. thighs press together instinctively. the idea hits like a drug—hands on you, mouths, their bodies pinning you down while you try to keep control. fuck. you can almost feel it: hakari’s grip on your hips, kirara’s lips on your neck, both of them watching every twitch like they own it.
“think about it,” hakari murmurs, voice dropping darker. “text the line when you’re ready. we’ll clear the night. no interruptions.”
kirara whispers, almost tender. “we’ll be waiting, baby. just say the word.”
so yeah basically i have no idea what i’m doing, but hakari and kirara have consumed all my thoughts lately so thank u to my most beautiful friend @rawkari for giving me this idea to build off of <33
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