Bless The Telephone (NSFW)
Madman! Lalo x Reader - drabble
It's obvious Lalo's had a hard day without you.
"You've only been gone for seven hours."
Silence comes over the rustle of the phone. You shift on the couch, rubbing your feet as you bend your knees.
"...Yeah. But do you miss me?"
"Yes. I already do." You slump down, hand falling on your stomach. "I wish you didn't have to go so far. Why didn't you take me like last time?"
It's not a question of insecurity for once, you think. Just a wonder. You hear Ciro outside.
"...This time, ah. Princesa - the job is little bit more like the job this time. Gotta keep you away from all that but...having only Ignacio as company. I'm between him and the job and I might just kill for fun instead."
Lalo snorts at his own joke, you smile - feeling the warmth of him somehow. You close your eyes.
"At least I have everyone here being so nice. It makes it a little easier."
And there, you just picture Lalo's hand as you hear muffled movements that are all him on the other end.
"So I don't have to come back then?"
Your smile drops and nerves bloom. It's sudden and the tension in the question is bright enough for even you to know it's there. You sniffle. It feels so un-Lalo, maybe he just didn't say it like a tease. That would be something to make you overthink.
That's it, a thought that's overthought at the way Lalo's tone doesn't come perfect. That's all you making a good phone call bad. You sniffle again, hands curling over your shirt.
You know how to tease. It's been coming easier to you, and it can come easy when you think of Lalo's smile against yours.
"Maybe so. I've been doing just fine with my well-made cereal and without your food. And Ciro being Ciro. I'm just swell."
Smiling makes it easy, but the silence doesn't.
"That easy to be without me?" There's the pause of him. "Says you, not eating and being alone. That sound fun to you?"
And it becomes easy for you to frown. There's nothing like a smile in his voice.
"...Lalo, I was only-that was just a tease-"
"You're not good with your teases, Princesa." Lalo sniffs. "Been ten hours already and you're already going stupid without me. How's that? I don't have to come back to my own home and girl, right?"
"Just jokes, Princesa. Jokes to lighten the day."
You swallow. Nothing feels lightened.
"I'm sorry. I want you to come back."
"...I know. I just said it's jokes, Princesa." There's Lalo's other pause. You imagine him lying lower in his bed to bring warmth to your nerves and skin. "You know, for our first time apart for the business, I think we're doing pretty good. How hot is it over there?"
"Yeah. Bet you're wearing nothing then. Got a personality on you today. Seems like something you'd do to me cause I can't bend you over my knee."
Lalo sighs. Your heart beats quickly at his words, something so suddenly in how casual he's said it.
"Still in your pajamas? Apuesto a que podía olerte por el calor que sentían."
You can finds the word heat and smell.
"Can't think of you wearing nothing, Princesa. Ay, not with Nacho as my room-guy. Roommate."
"...You don't have your own room?"
"Nah. And it's not cause of some budget or anything. Just...well-you think my job would bring me somewhere near I own a damn house. Like last time, remember? But no. And Eladio for some fucking-that guy. My bastard of a boss. Good man. We're not allowed big, fancy hotels cause of some punk of his that got caught in one. Not now. So, we've gotten a motel that only had one room open. Our guy's napping now."
You hear Lalo snap his fingers.
"Oh. Well, maybe I should go when you're able to talk without h-"
"I can talk. You've got the shorts or the suave pants?"
Fluffy. His question buzzes in you.
Lalo doesn't say anything. You hear another shuffle.
"Ah, cause you know I like the red ones, huh? Your mind does - picking things when you don't even know it...decided to wear that shirt you like today. Thought you stole it from me when I was packing. Wouldn't have minded that, Princesa."
"I'll remember for next time."
Your hand plays with the hem of your shorts.
"What else are you wearing?"
"Me, sweet girl? You think of what you would be taking off me? What are your little hands doing right now?"
And you don't know how you've gotten here, from slight panic in Lalo's tension to sinking into heat at his soft, quick questions.
"Not my shirt. Took it off, just my pants. You wearing nothing under like me?"
"Knew I didn't even have to ask. I thought I asked you about what your hands are doing."
"Just...they're on my legs."
"You sweating, Princesa?" There's a thud on the phone. "Remember the first time I took you on the phone? So easy you were, didn't even know your guy that well. But...eh, you've known me. Knew how good I could make you feel, even over the phone."
"Mhm is right, easy girl. My little whore - can hear you sweating over the phone. Can hear those fingers going under your shorts."
...You hear something coming undone.
"Remember the first time I took you on the phone? That time...I just wanted to hear you. But you wanna hear me. Huh, Princesa?"
Your fingers follow what Lalo believed and slips under your shorts, you push your middle and ring finger against your clit. You make a circle, thinking of Lalo's hands. The warmth of them, how big they are. How forceful they can be.
Then, then you can hear Lalo's breath low.
"How do you like to touch my cock, pretty girl? Always like to rub your thumb over first. Trying to take control, get me cumming easy. That's you, hm?"
You think of him rubbing his own cock and your finger presses hard - the pool of heat spreads against your pussy and chest. That fuzz comes in as the tip of your finger comes to slip up and down your folds. You moan.
"None of my nice guys can come into watch you. You know what's good for you, just staying in our room."
You blink in your soft noises.
"Wait, I'll - I'll go up to the room."
There's nothing on the other end. You're struck by the silence again.
"On the couch. I-I'm going now-"
Static ends. You look at your phone.
Your heart comes to pull and pry and you rush up to the room in your own static, letting your phone ring as you try to call him. The static after the ring comes in.
"Easy little whore. So stupid without your guy there."
You swallow, falling into the bed - head against the board and your hand comes between your thighs. You slump down.
"I knew leaving you all alone with that little head would be too much for you. That's my mistake, my mistake...but no matter how much I get at you Princesa..."
You slow in your breathing, not knowing why it's so easy for you to press your fingers against your pussy - playing with yourself at Lalo's harshness. It can be his harshness or kindness that gets you falling under heat and fuzz. The hot pit comes and smooths over your entrance. With a couple of more minutes in how you whimper with your fingers playing your pussy, you can slip and fit them inside you. Two. And two is not enough for the stretch of Lalo.
"...You fucking yourself on your fingers while I'm trying to talk to you?"
You pump your fingers softly, still.
"You...your fingers enough for you, Princesa?"
You shake your head as if he's here.
"No. No, Lalo. I want you here. I wanna be there."
The mindlessness is always the easiest coming across the pink of your brain, the color of your skin, your hair - your voice in your whimpers.
"Why didn't you bring me?"
You pump your fingers inside your pussy harder when you can hear Lalo sigh.
"I'll bring you next time, then you can fuck me all you want while you're inside your little head. Your fingers feel as good as mine? Easy to stretch yourself out?"
"I know, sweet girl. I'm sorry - but what do you think I'm doing?"
"You know. And you know that I'm too damn used to your soft hands, but-" Lalo makes a low noise and the picture comes in as you stuff yourself, fingers coming deeper as you clench around them. Your hole leaks as you thrust. "Little whore was just about to touch herself in front of everybody, give everybody but me a show."
"No? Why are you whining, hm? You know too well, Princesa girl- that gets me harder, makes it too easy to see you bouncing on me. Or under me...I want you under me."
Lalo makes another low noise and you think you can hear....pumping.
You try to pinch your clit as hard as he does. You moan high and clench.
"What? You can picture what I'm doing, I know you can. Only good thing you think."
You almost gasp at how deep your fingers pump. Your toes curl. Static curls.
"Yeah, Princesa. Keep fucking yourself. Let me hear you."
"Yes - please! I-" Your leaking hole tightens and coils around your fingers as you thrust them fast. Lalo groans. "I want you."
"I want your cock, please? I want it. I want you."
"You have me, Princesa. You and your little pussy. You wish you were on my cock right now?"
"Yeah, yeah. Ay, Princ-fuck. Keep stretching yourself out."
You come hot and tight at his continue groans. You pump faster and faster listening in - you picture him mirrored to you, head back against the board, fingers moving against himself.
"Yeah, Princesa. Let me fuck you. Little whore - you my whore?"
"That's my girl, letting me fuck her easy over the phone. Easy Princesa, my litt-"
And Lalo makes a familiar noise, something that means he's cumming and you can follow with the tightening of your pussy - that hot pressure as you pump your fingers in and out of your wetness. You moan high, fully sinking into the bed and letting go of the phone.
You breathe heavily and you leak and let go, heat fading so slowly.
"Wish I could see you messy, sweet girl."
"You will...we'll come home early...something Eladio said."
There's silence, then a laugh. You smile lazily.
"Go back to your nap, Nacho."
Then you snap, you strike up nerves as quickly as possible.
"Princesa, don't worry. I'll be here, you can have those naps you like after I fuck you. I'm always there."
There's an odd noise against the phone.
"See? Just...just kissed you like always. Go to your nap, or watch a movie. I don't know."
"Yeah, yeah. Just like you, an easy sleep."
And in your mindlessness, you believe him.
"Don't tell me you're still touching yourself."
"No. No, I think I could sleep."
"Good. Get rid of those thoughts. I'll be here."
In your sleep, even then, you know that that's at least the one truth Lalo can tell.
