high, high, neglectful lover
word count - 2,910
content - smut (minors dni please), porn with some plot, f!reader insert, handjobs, oral (m receiving), unprotected piv, established (toxic?) relationship, kind of possessive reader, brat tamer
a/n - i'm back from my two year long hibernation with some filth for you^^
a rhythmic thump thump thump beneath your ear lulled you into a state of half-wakefulness and the warm hand rubbing absentminded circles into the bare skin of your lower back contributed to your drowsy content. it was a saturday and you had learned to appreciate these rare moments of intimacy stolen from the jaws of his busy schedule.
if you tilted your head up you would see his head leaned back against the pillow, eyes not quiet closed as they flitted around the room and his breathing, deep and even, suggested that he was lost in thought. but you kept your face buried in the warmth of his chest, inhaling the expensive cologne that seemed to cling to him no matter what. it was a comforting scent that was uniquely his, a mix of earth and something faintly spicy that always made you think of a well-worn leather jacket and distinct masculinity.
not too long ago you would have balked at the scene, the two of you in a tangle of limbs on a weekend morning. if felt like just yesterday when you'd hated him and everything he stood for. funny how all it took was one heated kiss and for a certain someone to put aside his emotional constipation for a night to change everything.
your nostalgia is cut off by the grating sound of his ringtone and before you can groan at the intrusion, he does it for you.
"for fucks sake." his hand abruptly stopped its soothing circles and with a sigh that rumbled through his chest, he reached across the nightstand to grab his blaring phone.
other than the ringing, the room was immediately filled with a cold silence as he studied the screen. his thumb hovered over the decline button but seeming to come to a decision with a huff. it wasn't hard to guess that it was work - the other woman that stole his weekends and most of your weeknights.
you revel in the rumble of his voice for approximately two minutes before a restlessness takes hold and you take action, albeit warily. your hand slowly but surely trails down from his over his ribs to the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping into the fabric to caress the warm, firm skin beneath. immediately you've gained his attention but he still doesn't stop talking, the only indicator being the deepening of his voice and the way his abs tighten under your touch.
lower still and you feel the warm weight of him, thickening the longer you continue your idle caresses. his breath hitches - just once - but he keeps talking, voice strained now, words clipped as you give his cock a few lazy strokes. you feel daring, a mischievousness bubbling up underneath your skin as you press an open-mouthed kiss to his chest and trail your way up to the strained line of his throat.
against his better judgement, he bares it for you.
the vulnerable expanse of skin stretches taut as he tilts his head back and you take advantage of the animal submission in the gesture by sinking your teeth into the tendon beneath his jaw. it always seemed to turn out like this, you note absentmindedly while licking away the sting of your bite - the second his focus shifted elsewhere, your body rebelled against the neglect with greedy hands and clinging fingers.
you liked him best when he was yours and yours alone.
his eyes are heavy lidded, his mind clearly not focused on the other voice on the line anymore - you can tell by the way his fingers twitch against the bedsheets, his grip tightening just slightly as you stroke him in earnest now, thumb dragging over the flushed head of his cock.
"yeah," he grits out into the phone, voice rough, jaw clenched tight enough to crack his molars. "we'll discuss it—" his breath stutters as you give him a firm squeeze. "fuck..."
you can't help it - you giggle into the hollow of his throat, pressing another wet kiss there while your fingers tighten just slightly around him. the noise earns you a glare but it's half-hearted. his pupils are blown wide, dark with the kind of want that makes your stomach flip. you haven't gotten used to being looked at like that by him and you quietly hope you never do.
he swallows hard, his free hand abandoning its death grip on the sheets to tangle in your hair instead. he grabs a rough handful, tugging just enough to make you gasp - his silent warning for you to behave.
like hell.
you release him and he lets out a shuttered breath, something like relief and disappointment in the gust. but you're far from done - you shift lower, pressing a kiss to his stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath your lips and you simper. his grip tightens in your hair, a silent plea or protest, you're not sure which.
featherlight kisses are pressed to the head of his cock, tongue peaking out to catch the steady beads that leak thick and sticky from his tip. you love this, you've decided long ago, the feeling of him in your mouth. there was nothing better than seeing a man such as him, so controlled and disciplined, falling apart at the seams because of you and you alone.
his breath is ragged now - you can hear the voice on the other end of the line asking if he's alright - but all he manages is a gruff fine before choking on air when you suddenly swallow him down to the hilt, nose brushing against the coarse curls at the base of his cock. his hips jerk instinctively, forcing himself deeper down your throat and you whine around him, fingers digging into his thighs. you take it though, the stretch, the ache, the way tears prick at the corners of your eyes - for him you always do.
the sight of him makes it worth it; brows pulling together in what could only be described as agony, lips parted around ragged breaths - it’s the closest thing to prayer you’ve ever seen on his face. his fingers tighten and then loosen in random intervals, alternating between pulling you closer and pushing you away as if he can’t decide whether he wants to fuck your throat or preserve some semblance of professionalism.
he decides on a mixture of both, hips rolling in slow, shallow thrusts that barely let you catch your breath between each plunge while his voice remains impressively steady - save for the occasional hitch. it's not enough for you, his divided attention and so you hollow your cheeks, suckling at him just to hear the sharp inhale that cuts through his next sentence.
"hang on," he grunts into the phone and presses the mute button so hard the glass of his screen creaks. "you're fucking relentless, brat." he pants, staring down at you with a clenched jaw and something like infatuation in his eyes.
you blink up at him, all faux innocence, before flicking your tongue against the underside of his cock just to watch him twitch. his head falls back and his chest heaves with each ragged breath he takes.
"what d'you want, huh? want me to—" his voice cracks as you swirl your tongue around the head, fingers kneading the tense muscles of his thighs. "—to hang up and fuck you properly?" you hum in consideration, lips stretched obscenely around him and the hand in your hair tightens painfully. "that want you need, pretty? attention?"
you pull off with a wet pop, letting his cock slap against his stomach, already flushed and twitching. his grip in your hair loosens just enough for you to glance up through your lashes.
"maybe," you murmur, voice hoarse, dragging a finger down the length of him just to watch him jump at the contact on his sensitive skin.
"fuckin' unbelievable," he mumbles, shaking his head in fond exasperation before lifting the phone back to his ear and un-muting it, his eyes locked on your spit-slick lips hovering inches from his cock. his thumb swipes roughly over your lower lip, dragging it down to watch it bounce back.
"yeah," he grunts into the receiver, voice strained as you drag your tongue back along the throbbing vein of cock and make your way down to the neglected heaviness of his balls. his eyes squeeze tight, lips twisting around another muffled curse as you suckle gently at the tender skin. "let's talk on monday." he gets the words out surprisingly smooth given the way his abdomen trembles beneath your wandering hands.
the second the line goes dead, you feel your pulse tick up. not in fear but anticipation. well, maybe just a little fear. his phone hits the mattress with a dull thud, his fingers already tangling in your hair again and you know that patience has officially left the building. your face is yanked up to his own, his lips crashing into yours with the kind of desperation that leaves your head spinning. no preamble, no gentle introduction, just teeth and tongue and the low growl vibrating from his chest straight into yours.
he rolls you onto your back in one fluid motion, his hips pressing yours into the mattress with a roughness that steals your breath. his cock drags against your thigh, leaving a slick trail of his precum and your spit. your shorts are promptly ripped off your legs and he manhandles you into position, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave marks. god, you hope they bruise.
your wet enough from the act that it doesn't entirely hurt when he notches himself against you but it still stings, it always does with him. he doesn't ease in, just presses forward with a low groan that echoes in your ears, burying himself deep in one rough thrust. your breath leaves your lungs in a rush, nails digging into his shoulders, and his hips snap forward again before you can adjust. a whimper is all you can manages before he fucks it out of you, his pace brutal, unrelenting and deep like he's trying to crawl inside of you by sheer force of will.
thump thump thump goes the headboard against the wall in time with his thrusts, each snap of his hips forcing a punched-out whimper from your lips. with his face buried in your neck, one hand cradling your skull and the other imprinting bruises into the flesh of your thigh, you have nowhere to hide - nowhere to run - not that you’d want to.
“fuck,” he grunts against your pulse, teeth grazing the tender skin, threatening to break the surface. “you take me so fucking good. just what you needed huh, baby? needed to be full?”
his words are rough, gravelly, more felt than heard as his hips piston forward, relentless. you can’t respond with anything other than a thin whine, not when every breath is stolen, every thought obliterated by the drag of him inside of you. too deep, too much, just right. your nails rake down his back, leaving angry red trails in their wake and he hisses, hips stuttering before he recovers with a grunt.
it doesn't seem like he was even looking for a response because he continues without missing a beat, hooking an elbow under your knee, driving deeper and angling himself in a way that makes your vision blur.
"couldn't even wait, could you? had to go and distract me when i'm on an important call," his hips snap forward, punctuating his derisive words and forcing a plaintive sob from your throat. "greedy."
he shakes his head while he says it, almost like he's disappointed but the near sadistic grin on his face suggests otherwise. you want to argue - would if you could - but your words are swallowed by the relentless drag of him, the rough press of his palm against your throat.
somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognize the cruelty in it - how he steals the words from your throat with each punishing thrust, how his fingers press just shy of bruising against your windpipe, how his smirk widens when your lips part around silent pleas. but cruelty has always been his love language and you’ve learned to translate the ache in your thighs, the sting of his grip, the way he fucks you like he’s trying to rewrite your dna.
his rhythm falters when you clench around him, a ragged groan tearing from his chest as he drops his forehead against yours. the warmth of his breath fans across your lips, uneven and labored, his usual control fraying at the edges. you can see it in the way his lashes flutter like he’s fighting to keep his eyes open, to memorize the way you unravel beneath him.
"look at me," he rasps, fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his palm. his pupils are blown so wide they swallow the color of his irises and you try to obey, blinking up at him through tear-slick lashes. and oh, how he ruins you with the way he watches your face as he thrusts deep, like he's cataloging every twitch of your brows, every bitten-off whimper. "you wanted my attention, right? fuckin' look at me."
his hips snap forward again and the headboard slams into the wall with such force that you wonder if the neighbors will complain. again.
"there she is," a tender kiss is pressed to your cheekbone, a contrast to the roughness of his fingers still wrapped around your throat, before he drags his lips down to capture yours in a biting kiss. you arch beneath him, toes curling into the sheets, as he swallows every ragged breath you manage to take. "come for me, yeah?"
he poses it like a question but you hear it for what it is - a command wrapped in mulberry silk. one you’ve never been able to refuse, not from him. your thighs shake around his waist, heels digging into the dip of his back as if you could pull him closer still. his rhythm is brutal, hips pistoning forward with the kind of precision that makes your ears ring. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by the occasional creak of the bedframe and your own broken whimpers.
it builds and builds and builds, fire licking up your spine and pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your gut until you can’t, you can’t, his fingers dig into your thigh hard enough to ache for days as he murmurs against your lips,
“that’s it, c’mon.” and just like that, you shatter.
your back bows, your lidded eyes locked onto his dark ones as your mouth parts on a reedy moan and you swear you stop breathing altogether. the tension snaps like a rubber band pulled too taut and suddenly you're tumbling, falling, unraveling beneath him with a gasp that sounds suspiciously like his name.
"fuck," his hips stutter, rhythm lost to the way your body clenches around him and he was right, you are greedy - you swallow him whole with every pulse, milking him dry as his cock twitches inside of you. his fingers tighten around your throat and his groan is ragged, wrecked, syllables slurring into your skin as he spills himself deep, hips giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling as close as he can get. fused at the hip, sweat-slick and breathing hard, he presses his forehead against yours, noses brushing and lips catching on each other's with every exhale.
you can feel the moment his heartbeat slows, the frantic pounding beneath his ribs settling into something steadier as he exhales, warm against your lips. his fingers loosen their grip on your thigh, hand soothing the tender skin and forming bruises. his other hand falls away from your throat, palm pressing flat against the mattress beside your head as he shifts his weight just slightly to give you room to breathe. but you don't want that, you want his weight, his heat, his breath to breathe so you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck and lock your ankles together, keeping him close.
he huffs a laugh against your mouth, breath still uneven, and kisses you again. softer now, slow and lingering, like he's savoring the taste of you. his tongue drags lazily against yours, unhurried as if he's memorizing the shape of your mouth all over again. you can feel him softening inside you but neither of you makes a move to separate just yet.
irritatingly, like a pest refusing to be swatted away, his phone begins to buzz again against the mattress. you feel the vibration through the sheets and groan.
"don't you dare."
his chuckle reverberates from his chest through to yours, warm and dark like spilled whiskey.
"wasn't planning on it." a huff leaves him as he switches your position, effortlessly rolling onto his back so that you lay cradled in his arms without separating. "i don't think i can handle another of your tantrums so soon."
the teasing words are punctuated with a squeeze of your hip and you bite down on the meat of his shoulder in retaliation. the man only snickers, a low rumble beneath your ear, while his fingers trace idle patterns down the curve of your spine.
in the end, you got what you wanted. his complete and his undivided attention.
title from "shades of blue" by lana del rey