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𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼,,

"how was your day, cariño?" his voice is light in your ear, playful in the way lalo always is–that slight lilt that tells you, every single time, that he is in high spirits.

your suspicions of his mood are corroborated by the light circles he rubs onto your clit, the rough pads of his fingers tracing so carefully against your skin–telling you with every swipe that he is there and he isn't letting you go.

"mhm?" you question, his voice fuzzy in your ears as you grow sleepy against his chest, nails absent-mindedly clawing at his thick wrists.

his laugh vibrates and travels down your spine, lulling you further into inertia.

"sleepy tonight, huh?" he fully cups your sex, palm pressing into you and a whine gets caught in your throat–trapped between a breath and a groan. "i would try and wake you up," he murmurs against your neck, lips brushing the skin and punctuates his statement with a finger gliding along your slit, finding you wet and wanting. "but i know how somnoliento you get when papi touches you like this."

you gently buck your hips into his hand, grinding your clit against his palm to cease the dull ache that settles deep inside you, something only remedied by him. his hands...his cock.

you have a feeling he won't give that to you tonight, however, not with the way he's touching you so softly, the way he seems to be enjoying himself just staying where he is; you against his chest, whiny and sleepy.

"lalo," you mewl, pushing back into his chest to feel his warmth envelop you, the scent of his cologne still prevalent after a day's wear reaching your nostrils and wrapping around your throat.

"what, mi chica?" his fingers slide along your slit, teasingly dragging up and down.

you respond with a pathetic whine, wrapping your hands around his forearm and trying to convey exactly what you need.

he laughs at your silent pleas.

"estúpido, eh? can't even answer me when i ask you to." he sighs like he's bored of you, fingers advancing to your clit, circling once, twice...and then his hand is out of your shorts, bringing the fingers soaked in slick to your lips.

the urge to comply is immediate, lips parting to bring him into your mouth and suck and suck until all you can taste is yourself.

"perfecto...perfecto y bonita." he pulls his fingers from you, spit lining the length of them and you turn in his hold, burying your face into his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. instinctively, he spreads his palms along your back, running his fingers along your spine.

"papi?" you ask, shuffling further up his body.

"cariño."

there's a moment of silence as you nuzzle into him, getting yourself comfortable as you place your legs either side of his thighs and pull him as close as possible. you just want to feel him. everywhere.

"i missed you."

you feel him place a kiss on the side of your head at your admission, hands trailing towards your ass as he pulls you forward.

"i missed you too, cariño," he mutters into your hair, smoothing over the back of your head and running his nails along your scalp. "but i'm gonna be with you all day tomorrow, hm?"

"you are?"

"mhm." he brushes your hair behind your ear, pressing his lips to the shell and mutters. "gonna keep you on my cock all day.”

you hold him tighter, breasts pressing into his chest as you squeeze him as tight as you can manage.

“you like that, huh?” he’s so casual as he speaks, unbothered as to the slippery mess he’s creating in your shorts. he’s always so normal about the things he says to you, acting like they don’t make you hot and stupid. “you like it when papi stuffs you?”

you nod, pulling your face from the crook of his neck to press your lips fully to his, greedily pecking and licking in an attempt to gain access to his mouth.

"codicioso," he mutters against your lips, hands sneaking under the hem of your shorts and gripping at your ass, grinding you against his lap as he tastes you.

you don't want to let him go, don't want to lose his warmth or his tongue that laps against yours. and when you begin to whimper and grind your hips down onto his, you don't think he wants to let you go either.

he's biting at your lips, licking and sucking and seemingly trying to eat you alive. his kisses are so commanding, so warm and wet and he's right–you are tired.

as you begin to get breathless, he pulls away, the black of his eyes boring into yours and staring with an intent you can't quite decipher. truthfully, you can't quite decipher him at all. with his ever-changing moods, and indecipherable actions–the general mystery of his attitude which perplexes you every time you think too hard about it.

it's why you don't think. it's why he likes to keep you dumb and stupid–why he never lets you out of his sight.

"you sleepy, cariño?" he asks, keeping you against him as he brushes spit from your bottom lip and licks it off his thumb with one swipe of his tongue.

you shake your head, lying through the skin of your teeth. you can feel the heaviness in your eyes, your body sinking into his warmth as it begs for sleep.

"don't lie to me," he says quietly–sternly in the way he always is when you do something he doesn't approve of.

you accept defeat as he strokes along your spine, hand curling into your hair and pushing your head into the crook of his neck. you grab onto his shirt as he does so, snuggling into him and trying to steal every ounce of warmth he has to offer you.

"there you go," he murmurs. "duerme, mi niña."

the next morning you wake up to his kisses on your face, your shorts off your legs and a hand between your thighs, stroking and teasing until you're making a mess all over his sheets.

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