On The Phone
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Summary: B is on the phone with her parents when A gets home from work, but won't give A the attention he craves without a little work put in by him.
Warnings/content: Fingering, cursing, I guess voyeurism kink, but I don't know what it's called when someone likes being listened to
Word count: 1.59k words
"Yeah, Mom, he's great." B said, smiling on the phone, putting away some dishes she'd meant to clean for the past few hours. She would've done it immediately due to her need for speed if it weren't for her mom's tendency to keep her on the phone forever. "Yeah, the apartment's really nice. You should come over during the holidays; that would be fun." B was interrupted with the soft jingle of keys outside the front door and instantly filled with a feeling of elation and excitement to see her soon-to-be-husband (although her mom had yet to hear the news).
"Hello there, the most beautiful fi-" A said charmingly, although he was quickly shushed by B starting to whisper scream at him and swiping a line across her throat to signal him to stop, showing him she was on the phone with her mother.
"Uh-huh. Oh!" B said, coming up with reactions to keep her mom animated. She left her phone on the dining table and eagerly hugged A, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and a longer one on the lips. When they were apart, it was like hell. Both of them were miserable, no matter what they were doing. "How was work, love?" She asked quietly, going back to the table to check in on which point of the rant her mom was at. B had treated herself to a sick day from work so she could catch up on some duties she'd been neglecting herself. That day, she'd gotten a new set of nails, a haircut, and waxing (everywhere).
"Work was work." A said, watching B start organizing the refrigerator magnets on the refrigerator. Since she was on the phone, there wasn't much she could do but meticulously clean her already spotless home.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, put Dad on the phone!" B said excitedly. A set down his computer case on the kitchen island and silently made his way behind B. Although the silent approach never worked. His presence loomed, and B could already feel his eyes on her, even before she'd turned around. A snaked his hands around B's waist, pulling him a little too close to her, and started whispering sweet nothings purposefully into the ear she held her phone to. "Hi, daddy!" B smiled fondly, swatting away A's head, which now was resting in the crook of B's neck.
"Hi, to you, too." A whispered, smirking, earning a shush from B. He was trying to keep it innocent, but the thought of B being under his control had been in the back of his mind all day, and he couldn't let his imaginative fantasy go to waste.
"Yeah, we're having lots of fun." B said, flatly death glaring A. With every touch A made, she had to push it away. "No, the lease is only for a year - stop it." B made sure to say the last part quietly and menacingly, but it wasn't enough for A to stop. He was relentless when it came to pleasing B (and himself).
He started nibbling at her skin, starting from her ear and making his way down to her collarbone, which he knew was her most prominent soft spot. Instantly, her breaths had turned scattered, and she was starting to have to ask her parents to repeat multiple things before it ensued an "Are you okay?" from her mom, to which she almost lazily responded, "I'm doing just fine!"
Clearly, A still wasn't satisfied because B was still on the phone and paying him no mind. So he did the next best thing he could think of and made himself the only thing on her mind.
He started small by carrying her over to the couch and straddling her so she couldn't escape. She was now silently pleading with her eyes for him to hold off until a bit later. Still, he wanted her now, and nothing could change his mind about that, especially since he'd been waiting all day.
"Yeah, Mom, just give me a second. I need to clean something up really quickly." B said, now switching her voice to a more... submissive one. "Baby, please, we can do this after I hang up? Just not now." A gave her one last look of sympathy before taking her pants and underwear off in one swift motion.
"You look so pretty like this, love. Shame I have to get you all messed up." A said, sticking up two fingers and forcing them into B's mouth to use her spit for lube. Without much of a choice, B put her parents on speakerphone, but it wouldn't turn A off in the slightest - in fact, it only turned him on more. "I wanna see how quiet you can be while you take my fingers."
Without so much of an apology, A slammed his fingers into B's entrance, not even needing to edge her or engage in foreplay first. B asserted dominance often and acted nonchalantly over the power A held over her. Still, it was moments like these, where A saw how easily and wet he made her, that all that dominance went crashing out the window.
"So, how're the neighbors?" B's parents asked while A explored B's walls further, pushing in and out as quickly as possible without hurting B too much.
A smirked at her parents' ignorance of the current state of their daughter and leaned in to lightly graze B's ear. "Soon to be disturbed, once you hang up."
B could barely contain her moans, and with this little notion A had made, she couldn't hold it in anymore. In anticipation of what was about to happen, A quickly stuck a third finger in. She couldn't help it - she let a loud moan escape her mouth and instantly covered her mouth with both hands, eyes widening at the realization of what she'd just done. "God! I cut myself!" B said, her eyes filling with tears from the divine pain and pleasure only A could cause her.
"No, no, no." A said, pulling B's hands off her mouth and pinning them above her with one hand. "We'll be using those pretty hands for something later." He started grinding on B, clearly desperate. "Fuck, B. Do you see what you do to me?" A said, distressed, pointing down to his soaked pants and awoken little friend.
B smirked, half out of disbelief and half out of pride. She'd almost made it to orgasm, without producing a single sound, except for that one little incident. She didnât even have to do anything to turn him on. A's strong gaze remained on her, now curling his fingers (which earnt B to squirm, almost falling off the couch) as he felt her clench her walls. "Always so tight for me, aren't you, beautiful?"
B was seconds to climaxing, and she felt an invisible rope twist and turn her insides. She quickly reached over to her side where the phone laid on a pillow and headed to mute herself, but A, just as quickly, shoved her hand away. "Either you scream my name for your parents to hear or hang up."
"Fuck you." B whispered, looking A straight in the eyes in a challenging way.
It took the most powerful self-control she could muster, but she managed to do it. No doubt A was disappointed at her choice. He'd previously mentioned her moans were like "fucking melodies" to him, and he'd praise her only to hear them as a response.
Her high was inexplicable, as was every time with A. A also moaned along with B, composing a sort of sinful symphony. However, he was only moaning in response to how much it turned him on that he was making his partner feel so good. He wasn't the modest type at all. Out of consideration for B (and for himself), he muted the phone, just for them to wordlessly thank each other. The two looked at the ceiling as they unraveled, seemingly shouting at it. B knew A had her wrapped around his finger, a very talented finger at that, she thought. When she'd released, still on the phone with her parents, she was both furious and extremely grateful for A. That orgasm had been pure bliss and pure torture, all at the same time. A had just finished prying his nails into Bâs skin when she broke the silence, annoying A that she was still on the phone.
"Guys, A just got home, and I haven't seen him all day." B said, wiping sweat off of her neck and trying to take a full breath. She was glad she'd waxed everything; otherwise, she'd be a lot sweatier. Her hair was messy, and her chest was still heaving, but she was finally starting to calm down. She watched as A took his fingers, lathered in cum, and licked them clean - first all together, and then individually, never once breaking eye contact. How was she supposed to calm back down after watching that?
"Go, sweetie, we understand! Say hi to A for me! He's such a sweet boy. You made a great choice." B's parents sweetly said.
"Yeah, a great choice." B couldn't help but smile at A. "Bye, guys." She finally hung up.
"Glad I could get your attention. By the way, you look fucking perfect right now." A smirked, getting off of B and leading her to their bedroom.
"You had it from the start." B muttered playfully, ready for yet another heavenly night with him.
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