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HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIT

I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC RIGHT HERE, YOUR HONOR.

O B S E S S E D

He's so in character too and UGH.

I love it, Picasso 🫶🏼

Can you possibly do NSFW drabble (or what you find most convenient) Nacho and reader first time please? 🔥 I adore the way you wrote Nacho in your stories and I'm curious to see him in this situation 🚀

TOUCH ME - NSFW DRABBLE

Nacho Varga x Reader

X READER. Can be read as Madman reader if you like. Sorry this took so long my lovely mutual! I hope you enjoy how terrified I am of writing Nacho WARNINGS: SMUT. 18PLUS. PIV SEX. FOREPLAY -- 2.8K WORDS --

Nacho breathes into you. He holds onto you like your body will turn itself over to the air.

He’s so beautiful, his chest bold against your breast - in the way he breathes heavy into you, you can barely breathe at all.

“I can’t…I can’t,”

He feels like a fucking boy, he feels like he can’t exist outside of you. It’s getting worse with every day. And now…now Nacho knows it’ll be over for him the minute he puts himself inside you.

He sweats, his heart beats. You swallow down every nerve because you want him.

“Are you going to want me?”

You nod, a movement too vigorous against Nacho’s cheek.

His voice is thick, quiet - but there’s a trembled emotion there. He grabs your bicep.

“I do. I do.”

Your voice literally trembles as Nacho’s hands take your cheeks.

“I’ve always wanted you. Always.”

And there, aroused nerves fade into the quickening beat of your heart. But Nacho’s only grows, the blood in his ears rushes louder and louder because he can’t turn away from you. He can’t not touch you after this. It’ll be over.

“I want you now, so much.”

Nacho doesn’t blink.

It’s already over.

He doesn’t smile, but Nacho lays you out on the bed and the air is almost as thick as his voice. The room is warm, but everything about the way he stretches you out against the sheets buries a fire at your stomach.

“Nacho-”

He breaks your words with a kiss and it’s so firm. He buries his tongue in your mouth.

And it’s nothing harsh, but it’s all of his need on his lips.

He’s not going to stop, not when you’re everything he’s ever wanted, needed - what he’s promised to protect.

It’s only been seconds, but Nacho’s cock grows harder with his skin touching yours, lips touching yours. He kisses harder, pressing in.

Even with what feels like a blood rush at his hands groping you, you can feel Nacho taking his time. A great, heavy-breath savoring and he’s so beautiful. His hands, big and gentle but entirely insistent lets your spine roll underneath him.

Everything pools inside you.

Nacho’s hands are rough, calloused as they explore your skin.

You’re so soft.

Your heart races and he goes in deeper, deeper - his breath at your ear and teeth grazing your earlobe.

You search his eyes with yours wide, looking, hoping he’s enjoying the first sight of you. You hope you’re beautiful, that your body is enough. But, even when his fingers trace the line between your breasts, the middle of you - you don’t know Nacho’s intent on making sure you know you’re more than enough.

That you won’t be able to get him off and out of you.

He can’t burn with the guilt of his sudden desperation, not when he was you to take care of. And maybe, he’ll be selfish.

Your eyes are unblinking when your body is bare to the walls of the room, as Nacho leans back and if you think about it, you’d say his brown-eyed gaze is intense.

Taking in the sight of what he’s always wanted.

Your heart hammers away in your chest, but you remain still, you want him to feel all of you. If he wants you. You hope he wants you.

Nacho hopes he’ll be able to move on from the sight of you under him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers it against your skin, eyes dark in the dark. “I don’t know why you came into my life.”

He can’t let the moment just be. He can’t let it just be both of your bodies. He has to say something too fucking desperate, rough in intensity. Nacho closes his eyes as blood rushes, below and above. His cock twitches.

“I’m glad I was there. I…”

Nacho can’t fucking handle of the idea of having to hear the way you try and play nice with what he says, never knowing your heart just can’t quit at his words. So, you can only gasp when he lowers his head with a warm and ragged breath to take your breast into his mouth. His thumb traces lazy, but meaningly circles around your other nipple - both harden beneath his touch.

This is the first time, but it feels like it was always supposed to be this way. It’s that sharp, slight pain of sensitivity with all the pleasure of Nacho’s tongue.

Perfect.

Nacho closes his eyes at your soft moans.

Perfect.

“I’m gonna try and make you feel good. So you just relax. I’ve got you.”

“..What about, what about-”

What about you? It’s something you want to ask, but you can barely get a word in with the bolts of wet shocks to your nipples, all the feeling bolting throughout your body when Nacho’s hands become everywhere. You would think the word exploring.

But it’s claiming. Worshiping. It’s a hunger that matches your own even if you don’t know it. You feel it with every shiver and the fire at your hole seems to burn bright, tightening around nothing.

“What about me trying to make you feel good?”

You stare at the ceiling, but you feel Nacho’s tongue still.

“...I promise you, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Your fingers find your way onto his head, then his cheeks. You pull Nacho in closer - to urge him. Please, please, please.

His hand cups your other breast as he continues to let his teeth graze your hard nipple. Hot, wet jolts that stuff his mouth with you when you can’t help but curl.

You think your moans are met with your name so quietly.

If he had it in him to be confident, not sure - not focused, but confident, Nacho would think it was your name as a prayer. But you feel like the letters drip off his tongue, water he drank too fast as if he’d never drink again dribbling off his lips.

His touch is so beautiful that you need more of it. You always needed it, you can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever had it.

You try and press your legs together, but of course, Nacho’s squeezed in the middle.

Your head nuzzles into his when he comes up and you can feel a hardness pressing against a bit of your crotch and thigh. You focus on how bold and strong his chest is in his own skin.

You need to get rid of his boxers. Now. Now.

Your hands slide down the warmth of his spin and curve to his waist, pulling at the band before you can barely breathe. There’s noises from him and for your own selfishness, you’ll take them as good noises.

His muscles ripple and he tries not to tremble. He can’t tremble. It’d be you to make him fall, but he’s not going to when he has to take care of you.

You tug at his shoulders.

“I need you.”

It’s your voice barely there over the sounds of the both of you. But somehow, brown eyes grow darker and Nacho can feel his body failing him. Everything taking over.

His cock is fucking painful and you’re too beautiful, and he just wants to fuck you, and he’ll fuck you - and he’ll bury himself inside of you.

You pull at the band fully, just until his cock springs out - long and throbbing.

He’s perfect, in the way you hope all of you’s perfect.

Your face grows even more warm at how Nacho pulls himself up as his cock, bare and slightly sticky, presses against your leg - but it makes all of your warm, your pussy ready to take him. Almost.

He should touch you with those perfect hands, big and clean. Shaven?

“I need this to be a night you’ll love. Can I do that for you?”

Fuck. He needs to feel you. He needs to feel how his fingers and cock fit inside you and needs to hear what noises you make. It can be nothing like what he’s dreamt of. Perfect. Better. Real. This is real.

Nacho traces the curve of your waist and hip before he lets his hand trail down your cool, soft skin, just to your crotch.

The opening of you is beautiful, and he wants it wet, warm - he wants his name in your mouth, selfishly. He needs this to be good so he can stuff himself with you over and over and over again, if you’ll let him.

He sucks at your neck.

“So beautiful. So…”

He sucks at your neck, then at your collarbone, and you gasp and breathe with an uneven, passionate rhythm when he puts a finger to your clit. He presses in, and in. A button to press and you clench around nothing. The pool of heat grows into an ocean as he sucks and sucks and lets another finger slip inside you.

If you were dry before, you aren’t now.

It’s so much, his finger, gentle but not unfocused in how it pumps in and out of you.

“That’s how you feel. That’s how you-”

Nacho makes a noise that’s almost a hiss when you grab at his cock, softing pumping there. When you get wet enough, you try - with all your unfocused and only feeling, taking your slick and letting his cock get wet too.

You pump at his cock, twisting your wrist as you roll your head into the pillow. The finger is a welcomed burn that grows into pleasure and the sight of you leaking.

And when Nacho puts another finger inside you, he just takes a moment to look at you, taking himself back, sitting up on the bed as his sights linger.

He can’t fucking look away. He was never able to look away. He needs all of you, and whatever he thought he touched. He didn’t, he needed all of your skin and soft body, perfect, pretty body under his palms.

He runs his other hand over your thigh. He opened you up, legs like a butterfly.

You’ve already been naked for long moments, but you have never felt more open. You spread your legs wider, ready. But he can stretch you out with more fingers and more fingers and all of him if he wants.

“Nacho.”

There, there comes a sudden dark, his fingers slipped out of you to grip at your hip bones.

He knew he wanted to hear his name here, from your mouth - but Nacho didn’t know that’d be what would make him lose it.

He can’t even feel guilt, he only feels the rush to his head and looks at the sight of you under him.

Where you should be, maybe. For the rest of his life. A place where he can always take care of you.

His cock pressed at the tight, wet opening with one finger pressing like a feather-fucking touch over your clit. Then, it's Nacho pressing the bad of his thumb against your clit, wanting to see every face you can make.

You only thought it would’ve taken so long at how he took a long moment to cup your pussy, pulling his cock away from how it clenched and became ready.

It’s already waves of pleasure, the ocean of both of you, the water’s of fire, maybe. But this is where you should be. You spread your legs even further, pulling yourself up on the bed.

“Nacho-”

You’re already hazy and gasping out with his cock stretching through you, it slips all the way in. Slowly, but never coming to a full stop inside you.

“Ah! Oh my god, oh my go-”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Both of you breathe in a sweaty, even rhythm at the first time he comes inside you. You watch the way his cock just looks so…big. It’s the first time, and it burns slightly, but you know it’ll go away and it’ll be him and you and you’ll want him to fuck you. Make love to you.

“You like this? Baby?”

Nacho watches him watching where you two meet before he takes the real, finally real image of how his cock stuffs itself in your pussy.

“Baby?”

“...Oh my god.”

It feels too good. He’d die too happy, and then he’d die guilty.

Nacho says your name over and over, something you can’t hear but feel in shivers. His hot breath reaches the chills of your body before he starts to rock himself.

His cock slips almost out before him fucks himself back in, slowly.

“Oh, Baby. You’re so…”

He struggles in taking your leg up over his shoulder, but he does. He breathes into your skin, shoving his face into your body as his hips manage to quicken.

It’s too good. It’s too much.

It’s the sound of your bodies meeting slowly coming into the air, soft and wet as he goes fast. Hand on your breast, thigh, breath - knee. You cup his heavy heavy and you try to hope that it feels good, but you can only think about how good it feels.

Nacho.

Your body’s laid out flat and stretched before he begins to fuck fast, your hole clenches and leaks, grows hot at the hole and at the hilt as you move like filth. Maybe that’s what it should be, your breasts bouncing and all of you getting groped under curses and mewls, but it’s beautiful.

The first time is beautiful under the moonlight.

He stop feel how your pussy feels as he fucks you, how it clenches. He can’t stop watching how your eyes roll back or how your tits bounce. Nacho doesn’t even mean it when he gropes a bruise into your breast and waist. He’ll throw his mind into a fire of shame at that later, but now - he feels how beautiful you are around his cock.

The thrusts sound out with his grunts.

“Do you like the way I’m making you feel?”

“Yes! Nacho-”

“Fuck. You don’t have to worry. Baby, you’ll never have to worry.”

And it’s minutes going by that way, a beautiful stretch as the long girth of him slips out, only to slam back into you again.

“You’re beautiful. You’re so-”

And then, Nacho slows. You’re already curling over, you wouldn’t have thought slowing down and going softer meant he’s getting close, but you watch his body twitch as you do.

He comes over, chest pressing into your breasts as his arm snakes under you. It’s a hold, tight and warm with something that feels like….

You don’t know, in your eyes - in his, neither of you will say it’s love, not during the first time.

But he stares into you, unblinking as your back arches, making his arm fit between you and the bed. He’s slowed, but each thrust is hard. You would say it’s harsh if it wasn’t for his eyes.

Brown, black in the dark - but that hesitant kindness you know so well.

Your arms come around to grasp at his bicep and shoulders. Every pump of his cock slaps against your pussy, hits his hot, twitching tip at the hilt.

He’s stuffed, buried, and yet, the way he buries his face in your neck gets at you.

“Nach-”

“I’m cumming, Baby. I’m-”

And there, Nacho’s hips buck into yours, balls slapping as his body rocks the bed with you. He puts his finger to your clit, making quick, but struggled circles as his fucks the way he cums.

He cums for a while, you feel him spurting inside you as you cry out in how you chase your own high, riding your arch into his orgasm to get yours.

You cum moments after, moaning and crying into Nacho’s heavy sighs.

And then…it’s over, his cum leaking out of you with everything else, the ocean draining out into a pool. It becomes an aftermath of your first time with him.

And you couldn’t have had it any other way.

Nacho comes at your sigh, still breathing heavy - but it gets more even. You try to focus on his chest rising and falling, so you can remember where you are after the way your toes curled.

Then you replay it all in your head, hoping to God it’ll happen again soon.

“Come…come here.”

You don’t have much room to go anywhere, but Nacho’s order follows itself in him taking your knuckles and kissing them, not over and over - just one long kiss.

Water to a man who’ll never see a drop again, air to a man underwater. He keeps his eyes closed.

“...That was…Nacho…that was perfect. Was it…was it go-”

“I can’t-I can’t think. I can’t think. Just let me…let me breathe, Baby. Relax.”

He hopes you’ll listen to him, because for him to find his breath after the first time. After the first time, he’ll need to keep his face in the skin of your knuckles for a little while longer. Just until the sun comes up.

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