Hey queen! In love with Madman, you’re such an amazing writer ❤️ wanted to ask a Madman question definitely NSFW LOOL
Madman! Lalo is always telling reader that she’s so tight and needs stretching more. So, what would he do if walked in to their bedroom, only to find her there, alone, trying to ‘stretch herself’ more for him because she really really wants to go all the way with him sooner?
Like he walks in and just sees her and can’t believe his eyes ahhhh I can’t stop thinking about it 👹👹
Madman! Lalo Salamanca One-Shot
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- You have an idea to make Lalo take you sooner. -
Warnings: NSFW!! Masturbation, Lalo being Lalo, reader being too bold for anyone's liking. Lalo barely in control of reader and himself.
Madman!Lalo x Madman!Reader
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You miss Lalo. He's only going to be gone for a couple of hours - he'll be back before the day is over, but you miss him. It's stupid. But you're not sure what to do in the house while he's at work - still nervous to really do anything except to do what seems like something Lalo never really...enjoys to see.
You think, curling up in the covers.
He's still not - he told you he wants you, and now you can't deny it. But Lalo's in control of all of it, of the right time and you don't even what is the right time to him. For you? You want him, and anytime you want him is the right time - anytime the heat and heavy feelings comes - you feel it right to go all the way.
Another thing Lalo has made known is that he thinks you're too tight for it anyway. That you need to be stretched more.
The worst thing is that you know he's right - you feel it every time he puts his fingers inside of you. That burn that sits so hot on the inside, but it feels so good each time, it's so good and you're always so thoughtless in the moment that you know you wouldn't mind it if Lalo wanted to go the whole way now. And his teasing that comes along with it, it just hits every part of you - settles on the heat of your skin.
With that, you know you can take it. You want it so bad and you're always so - you feel the pleasure and highs so much that there's no...no nerves. Just fire and him, the comfort and the throbbing. You swallow, looking out into the window.
You know you can take it, and maybe Lalo will only tease you more if you can't somehow.
When Lalo takes you with his fingers, there's really has only been stretching - that burn and the want to be filled with him despite it and him and his teeth clicking, his smug tone against the black of his eyes. You peek under the covers.
You don't study your body, you never really have - the insecurity of it all is something you don't think your mind could handle - but you think about what Lalo says, how you're not ready yet, how your body isn't.
It's a impulse of a thought - but it sticks. You could touch yourself, do it yourself. Maybe then, your pleases will work. Lalo won't find you so tight and unready.
It's - you don't understand why it's boiling in your head, why you feel it start to settle in your core. That now familiar, filling sensation numb inside you.
And it's just the impulse to slip your hands into your shorts that comes crawling. You touch yourself, already thinking of how to bring more heat. You swallow as you press your middle and ring finger to your clit. It brings a mellow jolt throughout your body - then you make a circle.
Now that you have Lalo, you know it doesn't feel as good as Lalo.
You pull your shorts down, the cool softness of the covers hitting your skin. You're bare.
Lalo doesn't really like the underwear you have. He said he'll buy some for you - he'll buy everything if "You give him those sweet pleases."
But you please him, and you plead with him - it's where he brings his fingers to your hilt. There's always an instant yelp or moan that always makes him smug. A 'see?'
This idea swallows you as you make yourself wet, thinking of Lalo taking you fully - being inside of you when you can only wonder how he'll be, what he'll do. From what you've seen, he might want to be in control then too. When that thought sits in your head, you don't mind it all.
In fact, it makes the movements of your fingers a lot easier, quicker. The awkwardness of the whole thing slips, heavy images of Lalo taking you making you even heavier.
You can stretch yourself - and the next time Lalo slips his fingers inside of you, he'll see that he can fit. You won't whimper at the tightness or make any faces that'll tell him you're already too full.
Maybe you can want him tonight, your pleases as you touch him. You know Lalo will smile smug - he'll bring his fingers inside of you and he'll see that he can fit.
You sigh into a harder touch as your fingers meet your lightly swollen clit again.
Lalo will make you full and he'll take you so slowly. You want it to last.
With this, he can take you so much sooner. He won't tease.
It's a flame that builds inside you, you slip your fingers against your pussy, feeling the heat of your entrance.
The thing is, Lalo's so big too. Maybe that's why he's worried? Not really worried - but is it a reason?
You're glad you told Ignacio you were going to take a nap.
You part your legs, making more circles against your clit as heat builds against your fingers - against images of him. You want him so bad.
Lalo on top of you, your hands curling on his chest as his fingers digging into your skin. Him filling you up every which way. His sweet words, words you hope are sweet. Them groaned or teased and he just touches you. You could take his touches all the time - his hot hands, how does he run so hot? How does Lalo want to touch you so much?
You wonder how he picked that name.
You feel heated waves inside your abdomen, moving in little, fuzzy jolts to your clit as you think of Lalo. Somehow, you can't - or maybe you don't want to picture what's gonna happen when he pushes himself inside you. But you know he'll stretch you to your limit, parting your folds like he does with his fingers, but because of this - because you want him so bad, it won't be so tight for him.
Is it really that bad for Lalo? Maybe it would hurt for him too. You can't imagine how you feel around his fingers when he teases you so much.
You hope - you should probably get before control before then. Maybe you should be glad Lalo's not as impulsive as you because of that.
You take in a shuddered breath, still rubbing your clit in little circles, it's where you start go to mindless - your hips bucking against your own touch.
Then, you feet wetness at your entrance. Warmth seeping out of you as you begin to rub at your lower lips in feverish little jerks. That would be the word. You can't think - you only need him.
Just more, and the tightness won't be too much.
You lick your lips, whimpering into the air, in your thoughts of no thoughts - your noises only spur you on as you press your fingers against your pussy.
Slowly, you push one in. An experimental touch.
The stretch only burns slightly. Your fingers are nowhere near as big as Lalo's. They always feel good, even when he's not so gentle - because he's always gentle after, and it's still his touch nonetheless. You feel the wet heat around your finger, you clench around yourself as pleasure shoots through your lower body. Vibrations approach your entrance.
You slip two fingers inside you - and the burn grows already.
How is Lalo going to fit inside you?
You curl them inside you, moaning. You try to part your fingers inside of you, but the tight burn sits too heavy under the pang of pleasure it gives. You press your fingers together, swallowing a breath as you squeeze your knee with your other hand.
You can do it, you can make yourself ready.
You part your fingers for a moment, taking in the burn and the ache as you grow more wet. You try to hold back tight moan, but it seeps through your lips. You bite them, leaning your head back against the bed's board.
When you take it, the burn fades - there's only throbbing that tells you to fill yourself up more. You press your fingers together again as you push them further in. There's a fast wave of heat and fluttering in your stomach as you add another finger.
It's three in and out when you press your other palm to your stomach - another impulse you don't understand the meaning of.
But you feel full, and it doesn't burn. The tightness and the throbbing sensations against your entrance, against your entire pussy as you continue to finger yourself. The way Lalo takes you with his own.
The moments go by where all of it feels too good - you feel stretched with your three fingers. The fading burn is familiar as you roll your fingers in and out of you.
You bite the inside of your cheek in the sun as you curl your fingers up inside you again and again. There's a sensitive spot you hit - and it makes you more mindless than you already are and you don't know how. You don't know anything. You just think about Lalo and how you need him.
Your fingers inside of you begin to make a soft sucking sound. Your wrist rolls before you stretch your fingers to stretch yourself. The tightening pain doesn't outweigh the jolts of numbing pleasure one bit. You're ready, you've always been ready - you can feel it against your wanting.
At the impulse to bring your sitting palm to your mouth, you know this is more than prepping. You part your lips as your toes curl, slipping your middle and ring finger to suck. But your mouth doesn't feel as full as it should. Still, you try, moaning around them as you throb against your fingers.
You stop for a moment, letting your core sit inside the fire and the stretch of your three fingers. Three should be enough, right? It's been burning enough.
You keep the still for a moment, but the sitting heat and throbbing is too much - Lalo doesn't keep his fingers like this. You begin to roll your fingers again, pumping.
At the pace at which your thumb brushes your clit and the way you stuff yourself, you'll cum soon. You'll cum and be all his. Ready for him.
You push your fingers further into your pussy and down your throat.
"Lalo," You feel his name hot on your fingers as you sink into the bed.
Your body and pleasure is so heavy against the covers. You shut your eyes, no thoughts - only you ready.
In your moaning and whimpering, you don't hear the creak of the door. Maybe your brain is just fuzzy with everything - too out of reality and inside your imagination and your need for Lalo.
You slip your fingers out of your mouth, settling it back into a hard, pressing palm onto your belly when there's a louder, closer creak on the other side of the bed.
You turn your head, feeling your hair against the soft pillow - and in the heat, Lalo's standing in the light.
He's staring right into you. The black of his eyes and the hard lines of his face, something you don't think anyone else would notice, it almost brings you back to reality. There's embarrassment coming red at your cheeks as your fingers slow. You take heavy, heavy breaths as you can only look at him.
It's icy panic, but something's keeping the heat and the want snapping out of you.
Still, you put your knees together, burning everywhere - but you're no longer full.
You swallow when Lalo shows nothing in his face, but you see his fingers curl against his palm. There's a gift bag in his other hand.
With your name, there's a slight upturn of the corner of Lalo's lips.
"It's okay, you -" Lalo's eyes flicker across your body, but somehow, you don't feel shy. "You...it's, Jesús." He sniffles as he takes a glance to the bag in his hands. "You missed me?"
You wonder - you wonder if he thinks you're scared. You wonder how the embarrassment fades so quickly when you focus on his hands - his big fingers.
You don't answer with anything. You just look at him, holding your hand on your entrance.
His lips go back down as he drops the bag - Lalo's quick to come to your side of the bed, the scent of his wooden musk coming closer too - and it brings a boil in your emptiness.
Lalo takes a grab to your chin - his other hand about to grab at your thigh, but you can see him stop himself with a low, humorless laugh. Something so unusual for him. All of it.
Doesn't he want you? You know - you want him, and you can take him now.
"¿You waited for me to leave to start touching yourself, you that cachonda?" Lalo laughs, it's almost a scoff or a cough as he scratches his mustache, his handsome and heavy face smiling down at you - but it's not a nice one. "You - you really are trying."
You tilt your head, curling the hand on your stomach - it catches Lalo's eyes. Something about his face shifts at the sight.
"I've got my girl so needy for me, she goes and puts on this show to try and get me to stuff her."
He's...right on the nose, but you still shake your shake in his palm.
Lalo scoffs with his throat. He takes his hand on your chin to push your hair back, thumb rubbing your forehead.
"Oh, so you were gonna just get yourself dressed and pretty before I came home - you do this when I'm not here?"
You shake your head again, but Lalo stops you with his hand back on your chin quick.
"Too impatient, you see me being impatient? You see -" He looks to your pressing your knees harder before he's quick to look to the wall. "Sneaky...how am I supposed take you at the right time when you're fucking yourself like this, huh? Sneaky Princesa,"
Before he drops his free hand, he scratches his mustache against - there's almost a laugh with a parted mouth.
"You know what to do - and sweet girl thinks it's gonna work each time." Lalo doesn't look back to you, and it brings another pang of emptiness - of need. "Too horny to learn."
You shake your head, and it's impulse to grab his hand at his side.
He's still as you squeeze.
Suddenly, when you focus on his hands again, every thought leaves. You part your legs, and your hand leaves his to put a palm around his thigh.
"I'm ready. I-" Mindlessly, you press your hand harder on your pussy. "Please."
You try to slip your fingers inside, still feeling yourself wet - but Lalo pulls your arm by the wrists like it's nothing.
You just stare up into the black, sniffling and still pushing.
Lalo stares the question into you, low in his throat. You swallow, truth ready at your lips, along with something you've never had stuck in your head. Something you never would deserve.
The need to get what you want.
You say it smally, opening up your palm while your wrist is still in Lalo's hold.
Silence sits when Lalo just keeps his same questioning expression. Then, he’s eyes flicker to your hand.
There’s a pause in the sun before he brings your hand to his lips.
Lalo takes in a breath at your fingertips.
“What have you…” In the trail off, you can see it in his eyes - in the way he pushes out his lips slow and slightly. The questions are over and done with.
You nod instantly, and the upturn of Lalo’s lips are slightly more noticeable. His eyes aren’t heavy, but they’re dark.
“Okay, Princesa. A ver como has preparado tu coño.”
You nod like you understand him. But Lalo sits himself down on the edge of the bed, legs apart as he just looks at you. A simple face of the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
You sit up, scratching your collarbone when you look back into him.
Lalo squeezes your knee as a comfort and you smile. You’re already so wet and prepared and what he wants - thoughtless.
Before his hand can trail up your thigh, you take it, and you take in his big hand so intensely. You feel the comfort of your touch on his in your bones.
“So…bold today, bold girl.” Lalo moves your hand with his, bring a hand on your waist - thumb pressing into your stomach. “This is what happens why I leave you alone?”
You just lick your lips, bringing his hand to your entrance - Lalo sighs heavy when you put his middle and pointer finger together.
You slip them inside you, and there’s already a burn. All three of your fingers equals to two of his. But you give a soft gasp, no moaning or whimpering. Something to tell Lalo you’re not ready.
Still, it fades - and you don’t feel too tight. His fingers fit well inside the already growing throbs and the fire rebuilding.
You focus on his fingers entering you, sitting in your core before you look up to him. When you do - you just see a small smile.
Lalo parts his fingers - and the burn is so hot. Your gasp is loud as you grab his wrist. You whimper, looking down.
“No, don’t think you’re there yet, Princesa.”
You look but up to Lalo’s face, his eyes are playing, his lips pushing. Humored pity and a tease.
You shake your head, needing and ready. You know it.
“No, Lalo - just,” With your hand on his wrist, you try to push his fingers further in, but the tight heat swallows that delicious burning pain.
Still, you’re still not snapping back to reality.
And you gasp deeply, not even close to biting it back.
“Ai - sweet girl, still too tight. Lo lamento, I can tell how hard you tried.”
Lalo sounds sorry, but there’s teasing in the tone of his throat. You can only whimper and burn and somehow grow more wet.
Lalo slips his fingers out of you, focusing on them, how wet they are with you.
“Look at this, Dios-“ He still focuses down on his fingers as he slips them back into you, but he’s already as far as he can go. It’s the hottest, most sudden jolt of pleasure coming down on your pussy. “Yeah, you’re trying.”
Lalo shushes you, but you can’t be defeated. He’s right here, and you’re ready - burning or otherwise.
“It’s okay, Princesa. I’m not too mad anymore, not when you’ve…you look so sweet.” He rubs his other hand on your thigh, thumb tracing. “It’s gonna be so much sweeter when you’re ready.”
You next ‘No’ is instant. Lalo turns his head quick and slightly.
“Look - my girl tried but,” Lalo squeezes your thigh as he adds a third finger without hesitation. It’s a burning, beautiful sensation as you clench around him instantly. “She’s still so tight. Perfecto, but she’s squeezing me.”
You sniffle with a soft moan following.
You’re defeated, if you’re somehow thinking, it’s about the embarrassment you feel later.
Lalo shushes you as he pushes you into the bed softly.
“Let your guy finish you off, huh? I’m glad my Princesa wants me so badly.” His arm goes under your thigh, wrist curved for a big, hot hand on your knee. “Trying to stuff herself…”
Lalo kisses the inside of your thigh as your realize that he doesn’t think you’ll be ready under he stuffs you with his fingers.
“Your fingers are too small for that, bold girl.”
He says it like an obvious fact you’ve missed, a ‘really?’ in his voice.
Lalo begins to pump his fingers like he has before, the burn becomes familiar and pleading with you to be filled. It’s where you still try.
When you’re sinking in his fingers and covers, your hand makes a palm as you try to reach for his crotch. Just to unzip.
But Lalo is so quick to stop you, a laugh a bit too slow in the silence and your wet noises against his fingers.
“Just a little more, Lalo.”
Lalo laughs again, and again, it’s almost a scoff. He leans closer bring your hand to his lips. Your knuckles curl as his brings a long kiss. You feel the tickle of his mustache.
“I think you’re giving me too much credit, Princesa.”
You swallow a whine, not needing any more teasing from him - it’s already filling you up the wrong way.
He opens up your hand against his.
Lalo kisses your hand again, bringing his to your groin - he presses down where he’s pumping his fingers quicker into you.
Lalo brings another kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“Yeah, giving me too much credit.”
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