18+ benito talks you through it when he's away.
tags: benito antonio x reader, fem!reader, needy!reader, also needy!benito, subspace, dom-sub relationship, dirty talk, squirting, call sex, video call sex, mutual masturbation. both of them are down bad with each other it's actually insane
it took benito a quick fifteen minutes to clean himself up - as someone who always takes his time in the bathroom just so he could always come out prim and proper, he feels like making today as an exception, all he need is a quick bath before he plop himself down comfortably, pressing your contact as he cannot wait to hear your voice.
at first, he doesnât hear anything but a small grunt.
"benny?" you managed to croak out a small hello. though you can't feel yourself sobering up, you can hear a cheeky grin as he replies another âhelloâ at the end of the line.
"i'm here, baby. still lonely?"
you can't help but let out a small whine. you miss him, you very much miss him, it's been a week since both of you haven't seen each other, and kilometers worth of distance made it hard for you to cope without him. you just hope that his schedule will be kind enough to allow him to come home early.
"mhm. miss you so much benny, wan' you here so bad," you slurred your words. and benito is trying his best to hold himself in, for he would do everything just so he could touch you. unfortunately, his work is currently keeping him on his toes, his management is as noisy as it is. just another day in japan and he could fly his way to you.
he smiles, thinks that you're so fucking cute and he could devour you right now. but god forbid, the distance keeps him in check. "what happened at work, amor? something's wrong you're trying to drink yourself out of it?"
"nothin' i just miss youâcan't i? hic, miss you so much bennyâ wan' you to be hereâ hic, everything feels different without you," you sniffled a cry, hiccups following you throughout each of it.
fuck. that made him coo. he hopes that you know how much he fucking wishes that he's there right now, cradling your small figure where you can be the littlest spoon all night. maybe a few light touches here and there, and a forehead kiss to seal the night. he very much fucking yearns for it.
"mami por favor, you don't know how much i wanna be there for you too, pretty. just for a few more days and i'll be there, okay? don't cry, baby. i hate hearing you cry like this," he cooed.
"but you're not here." your voice sounded so droopy. benito could see it that even you don't know what you're saying.
"i know, baby. i know. swear i will make it up to you when i got there, okay? 'm all yours whenever i get there, swear that i won't go anywhere when i'm there," he murmured, would do everything just so he doesn't hear you cry.
there is a long silence for a moment. all he could hear was some rustling sheets and some drawers being opened. he guessed that you're currently in bed, preparing to sleep. no way, you should at least brush your teeth and change your clothes before you sleâ
"mmn, ngh."
benito freezes.
there are some soft moans before you're finally back on the line, a visible whine coming from you as a response. "i've, hicâ been fucking myself for hours because you're not, hic, here. but i can't stop thinking about you 'nd i don't want to disturb you about it, but i can't just stop thinking about you, hic, and it's so frustrating. 'm sorry bennyâ 'm sorry,"
"everything feels so different without you," you sniffled a cry.
oh.
oh. so that is what you meant.
holy fuck. he can feel something in him - in his pants, twisted. he thought that the distance that could at least last for another day or two, but fucking hell this is torturous even for a man like him. and the same thing goes to you too.
all he can do right now is to imagine how bad you need him, writhing and crying like a needy girl on your king-sized bed made for two. he imagines it all, your desperate cry filling the empty room when he's not there. how your small fingers are trying so hard to fill up your tight cunt, but it will never go where it supposed to. he wants to scream, and perhaps cream himself by that thought alone.
"are you seriously getting off without me, baby?" a sheer of pride brushes through his figure, all this because of him? his baby is now all desperate and needy because of him and him alone?
he lets out a dark chuckle, and it sends a shiver down your spine - it sounds so demeaning that your pussy tightens just by the sound of it, "how rude. i'm here all alone and you're playing without me."
you whine desperately in response. all you sound right now is nothing but a kicked puppy, and as much as he wants to tease you so fucking bad, he had been thinking of you too. he had been thinking of how bad he wants to touch you, to take care of you, and to fuck you 'til you can't even comprehend any senses.
benito palms himself outside of his pants. yeah, the one that he always wears whenever he wants to sleep. yeah, and probably the one that he might ruin before anything.
"diablo. you want me to talk you through it, baby?" you moaned. and he knows damn well that's what you want, that slow damned moans that he can only hear. "yeah? you want that bad, huh?"
"pretty please, hic!" you hiccups your way to beg him.
benito can feel his cock twitch for the second time tonight.
"need you to not cry for me, then, amor." he murmurs, "can you do that? can you tell me what you're doing without crying?"
"mmhm, yeahâ" you stuttered, "'m thinking of you, papi."
"yeah? fuck. estĂĄs tanâ fuck. what are you thinking right now? can you tell papi about it, baby?"
you nodded, as much as he can't see you through this call, he can feel it. you're always so obedient and so compliant, just for him, all for him. and he would do everything to keep it that way. just his girl, all good and prepped up for him.
"been thinking about your fingers," you mewl, "your fingers would've reach the good part in me, but, ngh, you're not here with me. i can onlyâ reachâ hereâ mmh!"
he can imagine you displayed in your bed, your knees are wide open and your cunt is glistening wet. your small fingers trying to curl just a tad part of the sweet spot inside your cunt that you can't reach, and it made you frustrated, and you cried because of it. no hands are like his, no fingers are par enough with every toys that you bought, and he takes a hefty pride in that.
no one could come close to him.
he groans. "yeah? if i were there i'm going to fuck you senseless, baby. seems like two of your fingers won't even come close to two of mine, huh?"
benito knows the answer. yes, yes, yes, yes, papi.
"you're so good for me even when i'm away, baby. so pliant." he groans. "so fucking good for me. you're taking all of my words like a good fucking girl, yeah? what are you doingâ mhâ right now?"
he can't help it. fuck the early sleep that he's trying to get for he would do anything for you. he's now fucking his own fist, imagining that it's your sweet tight little cunt that keeps on taking and taking. your moans made him so hard he can't even see the bright lights inside his room.
"'m playing with my clitâ" you purred in his ears. "are you touching yourself too, ngh, benny?"
he lets out a moan when you called his nickname. and it made your stomach churns in both butterflies and frustration. butterflies for he's doing this with you - and frustrations because you cannot help him getting off.
"fuck, baby. fuck," he creaks out an answer. "yeahâ been thinking about you like crazy. how i would fuck you until your cunt remember that it's all me. fucking my fist like it's your little cunt. can't seem to make it as tight as your sweet pussy, fuck."
you mewl at his answer. he's so good at this you want to succumb to his words forever. "mmh, wan' see you."
for a moment, the screen blinks. he's confused, thinking that the connection got crumpled and lagged but then the screen flashes again and holy fucking shit benito could see all of you. and all of you, that is. you are in your bed, and it seems that you moved the call to your laptop, it went all propped up in front of the nightstand that you have in your apartment.
you are half-naked, you're wearing this white tank top with no bra underneath and he could see those nipples perking up from it. and from there, the rest of them are undressed - he can see your glistening cunt just from this angle and holy fuck he wishes he were there so he could finger the fuck out of you until you're dumb and stupid to even coherent any words coming out of him.
"quĂŠ mierda," he mutters. fucking hell.
he joined you right away. turning on his camera so you could see him too.
"look at all the mess, it's your fault." you pout. and he could swear the moment that he saw your knees opened, he could see your cunt clearly. it twitches like crazy, like you're hungry for his cock and his fingers and his mouth. and it's so fucking hot he groaned at the sight of it alone.
your finger now trails at your own cunt, rubbing the bud slowly. you can feel yourself sobering up just by the fact that his stares bores in you, it burned every time you let out a mewl from toying with your own clit.
you can hear his labored breathe, and a few curses following it.
"mierda. i'm going to fucking break your back when i'm home," he said it like it's a promise that he's going to keep. a mental note for himself. "turning your cam on so i can see you fucking yourselfâ ha, are you torturing me right now?"
you don't answer. however, you keep touching the throbbing bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. begging for another stimulation, begging for him to talk you through it.
he smirked, he doesn't stop stroking himself. now slowly, for he wants to hear everything from your end. at the very least he wants to focus on you so you would come first rather than him.
"yeah?" he huffed, "you love it when i say that i'm going to fucking break your back and your cunt once i'm home, baby?"
you whimpered. an affirmative one.
"yâyeah."
"you're one dirty girl, aren't ya?"
one muffled moan. "mmâmhm. mh, 'm gonna c-cum."
you don't stop. not if benito doesn't tell you to. you are a good girl. so compliant and so obedient that you don't want to make him mad. you keep pushing your fingers in and out from your tight cunt. he hissed when you flicked your own clit for him to see.
he feels like watching a porno made solely for him, an amateur one at that. and he loves every single second of it. thinking how this particular scene will forever etched into his mind whenever he wants to have a quick jack off.
he can see that your movement is now slobbering, your moans continue to fill up the whole room. you're so lost in pleasure that you're now focusing on yourself. pleasure comes to you like a wave of tsunami. he knows that you're close, and you're not stopping.
now it's his turn, he keeps stroking his dick now, tightening his grip in each and every stroke. he's trying to replicate what he remembers: a sweet tight warm cunt that keeps enveloping his cock 'til it wears out. but he can't. his fist is not your cunt just like how your fingers is not his.
"i'm gonna cumâ papiâ i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum," you babbled. you can feel yourself close, the way that his sole voice could be the source of your orgasm is very much embarrassing. you repeat your words like a broken record, telling yourself that you're gonna cum, or perhaps telling him to let yourself cum.
"cum for me, baby. be a good girl and let that dirty cunt cum for me."
fucking fuck. benito watches your thighs tremble through the screen, he can see your back arching too in the process. you cum by his words, and you cum as he instructed. and how surprised he is when you let out a small squirt as you're trying your best to collect your thoughts. a small squirt enough to cover a small part of the camera and also the sheets.
he groaned at the sight. you can hear him moan from the screen in front of you as you take a proper breath, as you take a look, his cock is now in full display. it was big and girthy just like how you missed and remember, he keeps stroking and tightening the grip before he lets out a spurt of white cum on his own.
"ugh, fuck, babyâ haaâ"
you gasped when you see how it still twitches. like his cock is still trying to search for the warmth of your cunt.
"fuck," you muttered. feeling yourself now sober.
you reached out for your panties that have been thrown away to the side of the room so you can wipe your own camera. you didn't hear anything from him for a solid five minutes before he croaks out a sentence.
"estĂĄs loco. you're insane."
you let out a cheeky pout. "i know, papi, 'm sorry for calling you so late like this."
"noâ i mean. wow. can't think of any occasion where i jacked off that good."
you giggled, you can now see his face clearly and so does he. there's this tired look in his face that you can't quite comprehend. "sorry for disturbing you though. you seem so tired because of the concert."
"no way mami, you're not disturbing me or anything. don't worry about that, yeah? both of us took turns in pleasing each other. your squirt made up for it." he grins.
"benito!" your cheeks are now red. you are so fucking embarrassed. calling him when you're drunk while you're being all needy for him.
"what? i'm telling the truth, no?" he tilts his head to the side, chuckling.
you can't help but let out a smile. "i love you so much. thank you for putting up with me tonight, benny."
"siempre, cariĂąo, siempre."
always.
Š handfulsun 2026. do not copy and repost.













