fairies-in-the-garden

[fairies-in-the-garden]

he holds me in his big arms, drunk and i am seeing stars

pedro pascal x reader | 1.3k words 

summary: after a night out, your best friend pedro accompanies you in a taxi to ensure you get home safely. but as things take a long-forbidden turn, your relationship may never be the same.

notes: best friend pedro!!! fluff. slight jealous pedro. secret mutual pining. idiots in love. neck kissing! mention of alcohol consumption.

a/n - i honestly hate this, it could have been so much better but i got stuck with it. maybe i'll rewrite it in the future... with smut mwahaha

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the cool city air turns dramatically stiff and warm against your burning skin as the door of the taxi is pulled shut. 

“do you have your house keys on you?” pedro asks with tenderness; hand going to your cheek to turn your face to him.

you grunt in response, completely unaware of what’s left his mouth, let alone anything that's going on. in your current state, everything is but a jumble of nonsense hitting wildly ringing ears. he knows that. it'd be an impossible task to quiz you further, so he doesn't.

you hear muffled conversation as he blurts out his own address. with hurried eagerness the taxi accelerates onward into the night.

your body is particularly numb, limbs wobbly and loose, as you struggle to remain upright in the backseat. for some time, with all your might, you try to fight the inevitable collapse of your upper body. but as the taxi takes a brisk turn, you're a goner. with a defeated sway you begin to fall forward, caught firmly by gentle hands around your waist.

"atta girl, i got you." that all too familiar voice rings sweetly in your ears. brought backward, pedro lays your upper body against his chest, steadying you with care in his hold.

you groan from the movement, though slow and brief. your head pounds at an extreme rate - no thanks to the alcohol, of course - but made no better by the tight pins holding up your once perfect updo. you groan again, this time more audible and with more distress in your tone.

"what is it?" pedro asks, fearing the position he has you in is an uncomfortable one. "my head..." you say, trailing off at the end, unable to finish your thought. everything is too much.

as if a mind reader - although in actuality from knowing you better than you ever have yourself - pedro's hands make way to your head. carefully he removes pin by pin. as your hair falls to your shoulders, pedro's hands do not leave their place in it. in gentle circles, his fingers make way across your scalp, messaging it with care.

his touch so easily accepted makes pedro's mind wander; an all too common mix of anxiety and a bit of jealousy taking over him. how did you get to such a state? this isn't exactly like you. did someone coax you? he can't help his bothersome thoughts as he plays with your soft hair.

his blood boils at the thought of having not gotten to you when he did. of someone else getting to you first; someone with ill intent. he should have never left your side.

as pedro's mind continues to linger to dark places, his fingers tangle further into your hair, pressing harder right where you need him to most.

your eyes shut instinctively, head falling back onto his left shoulder. as your body melts into his, you're unable to stop what comes next - as your lips part in pure ecstasy, a soft moan falls from them.

your eyes shoot suddenly open. for a moment, it seems utter self-consciousness manages to sober you up. cheeks blushing instantly, you say a little prayer in hopes he somehow hadn't just heard that.

oh but he had. with that sweet little noise, all his worries leave him. you're here. you're with him. you're safe. the knot is his stomach settles, turning into something else...

against his own will, pedro's cheeks are a bright blushing red, his pants shamefully tighter than they'd been moments before. he wished it hadn't had such an affect on him. that you didn't have such an affect on him. oh but you always have.

the taxi is silent aside from blaring horns on the outside and nervously beating hearts on the inside. in an attempt to hide your flushed face, convinced he can see it from behind you, you tilt your head away from him. but that only makes him see you more.

the city lights twinkle on your face in a way he imagines it would only do to angels. your eyes flutter closed, lashes heavy yet somehow still so soft. he tries to stop himself, but he can't help but look to your lips; plump and pink from a night of bottles pressed sweetly to them.

against his better judgement, as though, rather, he is the drunk one, pedro lets his hands wander. trailing down from your hair, his hand moves loose strands away from your neck. eyes transfixed, his fingers linger on the soft, warm skin just below your ear.

"pedro," you whisper softly, a mess under his gentle, telling touch. the bashfulness you just felt, now softening.

swiftly, before reason can stop him, he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his lips, wet and hot, leave agonizing kisses along your burning skin. he remains there for a moment, lost in it.

leaning your head into his, your body can't help the way it reacts to him. it never can. you've always wondered how this would feel, you and him. and the feeling is one of overwhelming perfection. his hand trailing down to rest at the base of your neck is enough to make your legs shut eagerly tight - the need for friction harrowing.

pedro nips softly at your skin, earning another soft moan as your back arches against him.

as he raises himself from his place in your neck, there is a moment in which you think you should slide over, away from him. he thinks just the same. if you both were to shift apart, turn to look out your own windows, and not speak another word - all could be forgotten. yet neither one of you can bear the thought of it.

turning your head to face his, your eyes meet for the first time tonight. his are dark and sparkling, you imagine yours are as well.

you can't help but let your mind wander to the place in which you'd so often had to forbid it to go. flickering down to his lips, wet and rouged, you want to kiss him. it's not the first time you had wanted to. the only difference is that this time, you don't think you're going to stop yourself.

as you lean in closer, you watch his eyes fill with worry, with guilt. stopping halfway, you speak softly, longingly, "kiss me again... please..." you trail off, still regrettably a bit drunk. you breathe shallowly, trying to gain some soundness in your voice, "a real kiss."

he winces at the sound of your slurred voice, eyes like a puppy's. his hands come up to cup your fiery cheeks as he speaks affectionately, with caution, "i can't, honey. you're not sober. i shouldn't have even done that."

he is the most respectful person you know, always has been, but right now you wish he'd just take advantage of the moment - of you.

your lips fall into a pout, "i liked that you did. i've always..." you don't know how to make sense of how you're feeling, how you always have, or how to put it into words. but he understands you somehow.

"i've always wanted to kiss you too." he states, thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. you lean into his touch, eyes closing to take the moment in.

"you're so beautiful, y/n..." your eyes open, looking up to him shyly from his words. from the last time you'd seen yourself in a mirror earlier in the night, you knew you looked a mess.

"even like this?" you say, cracking an uneasy smile.

"even like this." he states, returning a smile bright as the stars.

"please kiss me..." you plead again, your eyes now the ones puppy-like. you don't want the opportunity to slip away. for him to slip away.

he slowly leans forward. happily, you close your eyes in long-awaited anticipation. lips ready for his, you're caught by torturous surprise when pedro's press tenderly to your forehead, instead.

pulling back, he tilts your head to look up at him once more. "we can talk more about it in the morning." he states with a kind grin. he's truthful, you know that, but you need to be sure.

"promise?" oh please don't let this be over.

"i promise."

leaning back into the seat, pedro opens his arms for you to sink into. as the ride continues, the streets outside become more and more familiar - a sign you're almost to his home. wrapped in his grasp, you already feel like you're there.

[fairies-in-the-garden]

let me help you forget

javier peña x fem!reader | 1.8k words

summary: when javier can't sleep after a rough day at work, you help him get out some of his pent up energy

warnings/notes: explicit (18+). smut. clothed grinding. teasing. oral (m receiving). slight praise kink. established relationship. pretty much just soft filth.

a/n - thank you for all the love on my first post! here is a javi work because he's my fav smut lead. enjoy my fellow delusional queens :)))

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a change in atmosphere startled you softy to wake; the space next to you feeling unusually empty for this time of night. you'd heard javier come home earlier in the night, even cuddled up beside him when he slipped quietly under the covers beside you. his familiar warmth and rich smoky scent now gone.

flicking on the small lamp at your bedside, your eyes adjust to read the clock displaying a time too early to wake up to, and too late to be up past. teetering up out of bed, you follow the glow of the moon shining into the room beyond.

entering the living room, a trail of smoke informs you he's here; your tense shoulders relaxing at the discovery. "javi," you speak softy, voice groggy and coarse. stepping forward you find him lying across the length of the couch, cigarette pressed to his lips.

"cariño," he hums, "what are you doing up?" his expression appears to be one of slight concern, of worry he may have woken you.

"i came to ask you the same thing." you rub your eyes with the back of your palms, rounding the couch to join him. looking to the coffee table you notice his ashtray full, an almost empty glass of whiskey beside it. seems it's been one of those days.

"couldn't sleep," he states plainly, rubbing his temple.

patting his legs, you motion him to make room for you. sitting up, javier offers his side for you to fall sweetly into, arm wrapping firmly around you. your head finds its way nuzzled into his neck, as it always does. his cologne still lingers behind his ear. the ends of his hair curled from sweat and the columbian humidity.

"how was your day?" you ask, already knowing the answer to be a bad one. knowing that his response will be nothing but a groan followed by silence.

"mmm," he sighs, head leaning into yours. taking a drag from his cigarette, he doesn't say another word.

leaning up from his shoulder to look at him, his head falls back against the couch cushion, hand coming up to rub his furrowed brow. the stress of what he does, what he's seen - whatever that may be - is evident in face, in the way he carries himself behind closed doors. everything - all the trauma, all the energy - is stuck within him. you wish you knew the way to help him, to understand him, but your attempts are always tossed aside with frustration. still, you will always try.

"how can i help you?" you ask him, hand rubbing circles on his bare chest.

"stop." he speaks sternly. with eyes still closed, he takes another drag.

"just talk to me. tell me about..." you struggle to find the words, knowing you're stepping into troubled territory, "anything," you plea.

"mierda," he snaps, "just stop. stop fucking prying." you remove your hand from his chest, leaning back to sink into the couch. you look away, not wanting his eyes to find yours. they do.

seeing the look of disappointment, of hurt in your eyes makes him wince. he leans forward, putting out his cigarette, before leaning towards you. his hand rises to cup your cheeks. you try to dodge his touch, but you're unsuccessful.

"querida," his voice is low, and smooth as his whiskey, "i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have snapped at you like that. it's not fair." he rubs his thumb gently across your skin, nearing the corners of your eyes as if in attempt to get you to look at him.

"i just... i can't talk about my days with you. i don't wanna... i can't expose you to all the shit that's bad in the world. it would destroy you." he speaks softy, but his words sting.

huffing, you push his hands away from you, leaning back to gain some distance. "i'm not a fucking flower, javier. i won't crumble with the wind." your words are venomous, spiteful. but when you finally look at him, you see those familiar, mysterious eyes; so full of hurt.

they're dark and puppy-dog like, searching your face for forgiveness when he speaks, "i didn't say that, querida, i just - just let me keep some of the bad stuff to myself. please," he implores.

you fall into his gaze, victim to his charm and warm presence. your body relaxes and you begin to let go of the feeling of rejection you carried just moments before. you just want him to be okay, to feel okay - to feel good.

"you can't keep it all in, baby, it's not healthy." now your hands are on his face, cupping his cheeks softly. with them, you push javi back, flush against the cushions. your hands fall from his face as you rise to straddle him where he sits. placing a kiss to his forehead, the stress begins to melt beneath your lips.

lifting your hips, you bring them back down firmly to rest on his bulge. his hands find their way instinctually around your waist. gripping his shoulders, you gain some support before cautiously grinding your hips against his again.

"what are you doing?" javier groans, hands stiffening but not stopping you.

"just let me help you forgot some of the bad stuff, okay?" you say in a whisper, head back in the crook of his neck.

his hands slide up your back, fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly as if to say okay.

sliding your hips backward again, you begin to rub your now throbbing center over him. your own pleasure builds, but that's not what you care about. as you grind and thrust you feel javier grow beneath you. there we go.

his hardened cock pressed up in you. javier lifts his hips, grinding his own into yours with force. a moan escapes your lips, hot breath meeting hot breath as you lean in the kiss him.

the kiss starts sloppy, eager, turning deep and lustful. his tongue swirls around yours, capturing each whimper as you creep toward orgasm. hands in your hair, he's tugging, pulling you through it. breaking the kiss you trail them down his neck, to his collarbones; never breaking contact with his growing bulge.

mouth agape, eyes drooping as you look up at his, simply the sight of him drives you to the edge. but to help you, coax you through, javier's fingers are down at your pussy, rubbing your clit through soaking wet fabric.

a loud, intense moan fills the room as you collapse into his chest. taking a moment to collect yourself you match your breath to his own. his is less shaky, calmer than usual after something like this. he didn't mutter a word either; no swears, no adoring pet names.

sitting up in his lap, kissing him on his temple you ask, "did you cum?"

he looks to you. you can tell by his eyes and the twitch of his upper lip how he's pondering; questioning whether or no to tell the truth you already know. "no baby," he pushes the hair from your face and tilts his own to take you in adoringly, "but i'm okay." he begins to wrap his arms around you once more but you throw them off in an instant.

climbing down from your spot over him, you fall to your knees on the floor before him. hands at his waistband, javier stops you.

"wait," he speaks arm folding over his face, "hand me a cigarette first." you oblige, happily. raising a fresh smoke to his lips with one hand, you bring the lighter up with the other. his eyes meet yours, black as the night sky. your eyes remain fixed on each others as you light it, toss the lighter to the side, and go right back to his waistband.

javier lifts his hips to allow you to remove the clothes that contain him. sinking back into the couch, he rests his arms on the back of it. he watches down on you as you pull his hard length out. springing up, it extends far enough to hit javier's stomach.

he looks to you with domination, but you want him to succumb to you. you want him blissed to heaven as to forget the troubles of his day. with a deep breathe, you pull a smirk onto your lips. you grab his cock gently with your hands.

“is this what will help you, hermoso?" he twitches beneath you at the use of the word, "i'm gonna make you forget all about what happened today." still eyeing each other, you sweeten your stare. not breaking your gaze, you bring your mouth to his tip. sticky with his precum, you rub it slowly over your closed lips. he groans, shifting in his seat.

removing your lips, you lean down to lick up the length of his cock, ending back at his tip with a flat tongue. spitting into your hand, you begin to rub him up and down. it's just the beginning, you think, so you're teasingly gentle. you apply barely any pressure around him, and he can't stand it.

"hermosa," he returns the endearment with a low groan. your response is not verbal. tightening your grip around his cock, you begin to jerk him faster. his head falls back in the cushions.

you bob your head down, taking his swollen tip into your mouth. swirling your tongue there for a moment, your hands work at the rest of him. eyes fall shut with concentration as you slide your head further down his length. you fit as much of him inside of you as you can manage. your hands remain at the base, aiding in his pleasure.

"fuckkk," he lets out as his tip hits the back of your throat. his hands move from their place gripping the couch to tangle themselves in your hair. "un ángel," he mutters "eres un puto angel..."

his praises make you work faster, bobbing your head at a higher pace. you can feel him throb beneath your tongue. his veins twitch beneath your hands. he grips your head steady, thrusting his hips forward as he creeps toward his own high. you've already had yours, but you can't help squeezing your thighs together to press down on your once again aching clit.

javier mutters out a slew of words - "fuck," your name, "cariño." you smile around him. this is how you want him.

it's not long before he's done for. bucking his hips up into your face, whimpering your name as he shoots hot cum all over your tired, raw tongue. pulling off of him with a pop, you wipe the corners of your mouth clean.

looking up at him, he is in pure bliss. sunken into the sofa, chest rising and falling rapidly. he collects himself, catching his breath before leaning forward to pull you up onto him from the floor.

playing with your hair, he admires you in silence for some time before he finally speaks. "such a good girl to me," he leans forward. brushing his nose to yours, his repeats, "you're such a good girl."

his arms wrap around you, sheltering you from everything beyond. lips falling into yours, he kisses you deeply, longingly. "gracias, mi amor," he speaks against your lips, "gracias."

[fairies-in-the-garden]

a worthwhile purchase

pedro pascal x fem!reader | 3k words

summary: your new robe grips pedro's attention… leaving the both of you very pleased you bought it

warnings/notes: explicit (18+). smut. p in v. oral (fem receiving). established relationship. mutual teasing (but dominant pedro) some soft pedro. pretty much filth with some lead up.

a/n - first post!!! i've been writing for years but only now have the guts to post anything. sorry if it’s a bit too wordy (i just love writing detailed description) i really hope you enjoy - this one was very fun to make :)

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with a flick of the light switch, you make your way out of the darkened bathroom to join pedro in bed. the thought of curling up sweetly beside him almost as warm as the new robe, fresh from the dryer, that delicately hugs your figure.

to your surprise, he is sitting on the end of the bed, patiently, seemingly awaiting your arrival. the sound of your soft steps against the hardwood floor catches his attention, his head turning to you approaching in the doorway. instantly, his expression shifts - a look all to familiar, happily so.

“what?” you say a few times, at first with genuine curiosity, then more so with slight tease. you can’t help but smirk at him, against your best attempt at remaining unaffected by his gaze.

you’re stuck standing in your place against the doorframe; his affect on you strong as ever. nevertheless, you try to fight it - the best way you know how.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you say, teasingly. you know the meaning beneath that look. but you also know that how you approach this moment, makes the reason for that look’s presence even more avid.

“like what?” he plays along, per usual. he has that way of never breaking character. that way of not revealing his fatal smirk until he wants to.

“like a kid in a candy store.” you reply, coyly.

“i can't help it, it's how i feel.” his head tilts to the side, as to take you all in. his stare burns into you, and you love the way it stings just right.

blushing, you walk towards him; pedro’s eyes never dropping their gaze upon yours. his legs spread instinctually to allow you closer, yet his hands stay prudently at his side. you step in as far as possible, thighs touching thighs. as you place your hands at his ever-so-tense shoulders, his hands wrap swiftly around your wrists, grabbing hold of them gently. his eyes remain locked on yours as his lips, in which your timid gaze has fallen to, part to speak. “when did you get this?”

at first, your mind is too blissed out to understand what he’s referring to, but his fingers quickly bring you back to reality. one of his hands now trails to the sleeve of your filly new robe; black and satin, draped over your body in the most heavenly way. the front hangs open, exposing your figure beneath it.

“today,” you state plainly.

“any particular reason?” he says suggestively.

“i like the way it makes me feel.”

“i like the way it makes you look.” he says, eyes widening at his own words as they scan up and down your frame. you scoff slightly in response, unconvinced of his words of praise.

“i’m not even in my sexy underwear.” you find yourself to say in a whisper, though not exactly sure why. probably the nerves from his longing eyes now back on yours.

“i still think they're sexy,” his lips remain parted slightly, as if to say more. his hands fall from their place on your arms to your hips, his fingers hanging gingerly from the waistband of your panties. then he continues, shyly like a child, but with enough charm to kill a village, “can i take them off?”

his hard, dominating gaze falls soft for a moment as he begs beneath you. with the slight shift, a surge of confidence rushes through you.

“i suppose.” you say teasingly, feeling as though you now have the upper hand.

his hands make their way around your waist to your back. icy, their touch sends a shiver up your spine. abruptly, to your dismay, you exclaim "jesus your hands are cold!” your eyes fall shut, head thrown back, as your hands grasp the hair at the back of his head for support.

“not for long.” he claims, the smirk in his voice evident. and just like that, as usual, your short-lived dominance has been stolen. your eyes remain shut for a moment, as if to prepare yourself for what’s to come.

“look at me.” you tilt your head down before slowly opening your eyes; eyelids hanging low as if to cover yourself somehow. but theres no staying covered when pedro is like this.

he looks up at you, pupils enlarging as he takes you all in. you feel his hand gently trace circles on your lower back. you watch him intently as he leans forward, placing a kiss between your breasts. the contact makes you shudder, your breath hitching and becoming heavier, more needy. you’re convinced he must be able to hear your heart beating from the outside; it’s certainly all you can hear in the moment. he hums as he pulls away from the lingering kiss.

“i love that after all these years you still react that way.” he thinks he is in control here, and although you know he is, you’re desperate to act the opposite. after a moment of collection, you have the courage to speak.

“and still, after all these years, i'm impatient.” you say giving him a certain look.

“i’m gonna take things slow.” - again with the assumed control, you think.

“i’ll allow it.” you say proudly, managing to remain serious and self-assured. he chuckles at your words, a defeated grin taking over his lips. that’s better.

both of pedro’s hands trail up, locating the clasp of your bra and undoing it in a swift, skilled motion. you’d hoped he’d find your wearing it to bed silly, leading to this eventually; but this is all the more greater than you’d anticipated.

your breasts spill out slightly, though still somewhat contained by the straps wrapped around your shoulders. pedro’s hands slowly snake out from behind your back, carefully caressing your waist on the way. reaching both arms up the billowing sleeves of your robe, he grabs ahold of the straps, gently bringing them down around your arms.

“now that's real sexy, huh?” you say sarcastically at the odd maneuver. he watches you intently as you speak, spellbound by you. you’re not even sure he heard what you said. then his eyes make way to your chest, your breasts bouncing out from your bra, now fallen to the floor.

“really sexy.” he says, eyeing your now exposed chest.

his hands find their way around you again, pulling you in to close the gap. you fall into him, your legs lazily finding their place on either side of him for support. eager, his mouth finds way to your breasts, leaving a trail of sweet kisses across your skin. the warm, wet sensation leaves you entranced. your chest rapidly heaves as he works his magic. coming up for air, he looks to you, eyes darkened with lust, before diving back in for more - this time to your mouth.

his kiss starts sweet, tender, and deepens to a rough, sloppy fashion. your hands, still tangled in his hair, move down to the neck of his shirt, pulling on it as if to signal him. he obeys, lifting his arms up, not breaking the kiss until the last necessary moment. once his shirt is off, thrown somewhere across the room, he goes right back for more.

his hands are immediately back to your waist, nuzzled under the soft satin of your robe. your lips go numb from the euphoria of it all. gently, he grabs your bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling it softly. releasing it, with one last peck to your mouth, he pulls away. you whimper at the loss of contact.

“can you lay down for me?” he asks tenderly as he rises, guiding you up with him. you happily take his supporting arms, finding that your legs are no help in the process. eyes lock as you nod, biting your lip as you turn with him, your body now the one at the edge of the bed. 

he leads you benevolently to lay on your back, using his knee to spread your legs as he does. your body melts into the mattress, completely at pedro’s will - and he lives for it.

your back arches as you adjust yourself on the bed. pedro’s rough hands lay softly on your knees, holding them open as he watches over you. “fuck,” his tone is rough before it turns sweet, “look at you...” you wonder if the words weren’t meant to slip out. you blush at them regardless. 

as his hands slide up your thighs, your eyes squint shut in anticipation. pedro, however, wildly gazes down at you. “so wet for me already, huh...” he says brazenly, noticing your already soaked panties. his hands linger closer to tease the skin just before your still clothed pussy, achingly taking his time.

“pedro,” you whimper. the pace, although clearly stated earlier, is driving you crazy with need. he ignores your words and continues his game. climbing onto the end of the bed, he hovers over you. his hands now on your waist. his eyes locked on your burning face. you watch him, dazed, waiting for him to make his next move.

his fingers dance around the waistband of your panties, beginning to tug at them, then stopping all at once. you grunt. he laughs to himself, then proceeds again. looping around the hem, pedro pulls them down painfully slowly. the cool air of the room hits your most sensitive spot in a delightfully, erotic way. 

as you lift your hips for him to remove the tangled cloth the rest of the way, he helps you - raising your legs the rest of the way then resting them over his shoulders when done. leaning down, you feel his hot breathe right where you want it.

with a kiss to each thigh, ever so close to your throbbing center, you let out an agonizing moan. “pedro, please.” you sound desperate, but you don’t care anymore.

“what?” acting coy, he begins to pull back to look to you, but you force him back down with your legs before he has the chance. you hear that smirk in his voice again when he speaks, “what do you want, baby? tell me.”

“touch me,” you say instantly, breathlessly, “now.”

in lieu of words, he breaks the distance. his mouth crashing into your pussy, spreading you open with his warm, eager tongue. he aims straight for your aching clit. a whimpering mess, your back wiggles and arches with every movement. your hands grasp hopelessly at the sheets before moving to his hair. his head bobs beneath your hands, your body squirming pleasantly beneath him.

“oh fuck,” you let out as his tongue works at all the places you need it most.

“that’s it baby,” his words are tender as he pulls away briefly. a whimper is all that fills the air as you mourn the loss of his sweet contact. with composure, you lift your head to look down at him. his face shiny, lips dripping with your slick, his eyes fixated on yours. 

with a smirk he spits directly on your clit. your back arches at the euphoric sensation. eyes rolling back, your head follows swiftly with a thud to the pillow beneath it. before you can even plead for him to hurry up, pedro dives right back in for more; eager to clean up the mess he’s made.

your legs struggle to remain open, closing in around his head, as the feeling in your lower stomach builds more intensely. his hands, wrapped firmly around your thighs, hold you down and open for him. breaking contact with your aching slit once more, he speaks softly against your inner thigh, “use your hips baby, take what you need from me.” with a kiss to your warm skin, he resumes his favorite activity.

this time he aims further down, fucking your hole with his skillful tongue. your hips remain still beneath his touch, too focused on keeping a steady breath. but he is clear in his demands; he always is. pressing his nose to your clit, the motion of his work creates the perfect rhythm for an increasing high. tightening your grip on the curls by his neck, you wiggle and grind beneath his face. with every flick of his tongue, every bounce of his nose on your throbbing bud, you’re tugging, pulling at his hair. soft, pleased moans vibrate against you’re wet folds.

“oh god,” you exclaim, “fuckkk,” your words dissolve into a pathetic whimper. he takes this as a sign to go harder. mouth now returning to your clit, he begins to suck, his hand now nearing to join it. two rough fingers slip up and down your opening, acclimating them to your pussy. teasingly slowly and with intentional force, he fills you up just right.

“pedro please,” you huff out in agony. removing his mouth from your wet slit, he looks up to you; pretty as a devil. fingers still working your pussy he speaks, tone low and full of lust, “please... what?” you know the game he’s playing at.

not an ounce of the teasing confidence you earlier tried to possess is left in you as he tires you from the inside out. when you don’t speak quick enough, his rough fingers begin to bend, curling up into you in an assertive manner. 

a frustrated “fuck,” leaves your lips, quivering from the overstimulation. “please,” he watches as your chest rises and falls with heavy, shaky breathes, “i need you...” you know that’s not going to satisfy him to the extent he desires, so you breathlessly continue, “i need you to fuck me.”

fingers slipping out of you with a pop, pedro brings them to your mouth with dark eyes searing into your own. “open,” you oblige with no contest. taking his dripping fingers into your mouth, your tongue licks the mess you’d made of them clean.

with swiftness, he’s at the end of the bed, on his feet before you; eyes never leaving yours. your own, heavy with lust, look hungrily up to him. your shaking fingers find their way to peaked nipples from their place clutching the sheets beneath you. circling your raised peaks you begin to thrust your hips at nothing; eager for the presence of him.

pedro’s hands are at his waistband. rapidly, he undoes his belt with ease. jeans falling to his feet, he wastes no time in fully removing them before he’s grabbing you by the hips to pull you to him. 

adjusting himself to your entrance, he spits on your open, throbbing pussy once more before he slides in with delicious ease. you pull your bottom lip in to stop the whimper that begs to fall from it.

“that’s it baby, atta girl.” one of his hands presses firmly down on your right hip, holding you in place. at the same time, his other hand lingers up to grab ahold of your breast. the room, dim and hot, is filled only with the sounds of skin on skin, of whimpers and moans, of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

his thrusts are steady and deep before he suddenly pulls out, running the tip of his cock firmly against your aching clit. your back arches involuntarily, head digging firmly into the pillow for support. with efficiency, he’s back inside in an instant. 

he’s huddled over on top you now, his chest on yours, craving to be as close to you as he can. as he dips his head into the curve of your neck, hot breathe fans across your skin sending a shiver down your burning hot spine. your rapid pulses and shaky breaths begin to sync as pedro pounds up into your g-spot. your arms go suddenly to grip his shoulder’s for support as he hits it just right.

head still buried in your neck, he leaves sweet kisses behind your ear, nipping at the soft the skin here and there. with his thrusts becoming sloppier and slower he speaks, “you close baby?” your walls clench from his words, your back arching under his weight. “fuck,” he hisses.

“cum for me baby,” he demands before softening his tone, “can you do that?” he slips out slightly before diving deep into you again. hard and fast, he works your body to climax. spasming, inside and out, you begin to whine and cry out. clenching down tight around his cock, you have so much built up energy you simply don’t know what to do with. your nails dig into the toned muscles at the back of his neck as you squirm beneath him. “yeahhh, just like that baby,” he hums, coaxing you through your orgasm.

the pressure in your stomach builds and builds before it collapses like a wave against the shore. gasping for air, your hands caress pedro’s head as he follows right behind you. with a final rough thrust, he’s done for - the tough man that held so much power over you, now a whimpering mess at your will.

“oh fuck baby, fuck,” he whines. 

moments pass, your bodies still entwined as you come down from your shared breathless high. with a kiss to your temple, pedro finally removes his twitching cock from within you. a low and gutural groan escapes him as he slides through your tight walls one final time.

falling to the bed beside you, his arms stay tenderly wrapped around your body. laying there easing your breath, you look around the room. layers of clothing lay scattered about, but the only thing you care to take note of is your new robe tousled on the floor. a lazy smirk creeps onto your flushed face.

pedro, watching over you with admiration, brushes the unruly hair from your face. noticing your gaze fixated on something, he follows it. with a soft chuckle and a tender squeeze to your hip he states into the still calm after the storm, “i’m real glad you got that thing.” he plants a warm kiss to your shoulder. turning to face him, you sink into the depth of his big brown eyes.

“me too,” you hum, blissfully.