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daryltwdixon · 1 month ago

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Mmwhahaha REQUESTS YES. So jealous joel is my all-time crush, men being jealous is so damn hot. I'm picturing age gap, friends with Tommy, so she's come over for like a BBQ or something, and one of his friends is flirting and being touchy. Incomes jealous joel. I'll leave the creatives to you! Points for a short sundress and tipsy drunk sex later.

|| smut MDNI 18+, no outbreak, size difference (joel is big and hulking obvi, no reader description), pinv quickie, lots of heavy kissing, jealous!joel, maybe a little mean!joel, dirty talk, creampie ||

a/n: heyyyyy I may have gotten a little carried away hehehe tysm for the request!! (left joel pic is from @iamasaddie)

The air was hot and thick with the smell of Frank’s famous ribs on the barbeque that late Saturday afternoon, the sun still beating down despite the hour. Joel’s hand stung from the cold bite of the ice that floated in the cooler as he fished around for a beer, hoping it’d take the edge off the heat, and maybe the company, too.

He was only half listening to the conversation near the tables, the scrape of tongs on the grill, the low hum of voices rising every so often in laughter as the guys hovered around Frank like he was running a damn cooking show. Most of them were well past their drink limit already, and none of them seemed to be slowing down.

It was one of those casual get-togethers Tommy liked to throw now and then. They pulled in the whole damn crew from the job site, a few neighbors, and the usual handful of buddies Tommy had collected through the VA or just from being more sociable than his older brother had ever been.

Joel normally showed up late and dipped out early. But this time, he’d been here since setup. Grunted through the small talk, nodded through the backslaps and the bullshit, even ignored the flirty eyes and lingering hands from some of the wives who’d had one too many.

He was just cracking the tab on his beer when he heard Marcus ask, “Now where’s that cute little thing you always got hangin’ around you these days?”

Joel’s head snapped up before he could stop himself, eyes cutting to his brother like a reflex.

Tommy’s grin widened bashfully, cheeks coloring under the weight of Marcus’s arm slung around his shoulders.

The guys burst into laughter, light punches landing against Tommy’s chest and arms, jabbing at him like boys in a locker room. Joel didn’t laugh, instead, he felt his jaw tighten.

He didn’t really know you. The real estate girl Tommy had gotten friendly with, now that he was helping out more regularly with Miller Contracting. You’d become part of the routine, almost part of the company entirely if Tommy had his way. You were slowly turning into the face of the pitch, the one always talking to buyers with your bright voice and glossy folders and those heels that somehow never sank into the grass.

Truth be told, Joel thought you were actually pretty damn good at your job. You never over-promised. Never made excuses. You just smiled at the impatient homeowners and smoothed things over with that voice of yours, always steady, always sweet.

No worries, Mrs. Smith, the boys are workin’ hard, and your granite countertops should be done real soon. What’s that? You need it finished in two weeks? Don’t worry, I’ll ask ‘em to crank up the Constructo-Meter and work double-time.

Joel had to force himself not to smile the first time you pulled that one out.

Because you were a pain in his ass. Always wedging yourself into their business, always making friendly chatter with the guys—it drove him mad.

But still, that never seemed stop him from thinking about the way those little black skirts and low cut blouses hugged your curves, how your voice went syrupy when you talked on the phone, how your perfume lingered long after you’d left the site.

And it sure didn’t stop the way his blood started to run a little hotter now, just hearing other men talk about you like that.

And speaking of the devil in heels, there you were, the back door sliding open and your bright smile shining across the yard. But you weren’t in your usual business attire. Long gone was the little black pencil skirt, you had sandals instead of kitten heels, and instead of your clipboard tucked under your chest, you held a dish covered in a tea towel.

Instead, you wore a simple little sundress. Light fabric, floral print, the kind that clung just enough to your waist before fluttering out around your thighs. It moved with every step you took, catching the breeze as if made for days just like this.

Your legs were bare, glowing in the bright sunlight, long and smooth and dusted with the faint shimmer of the afternoon heat. You walked slow, easy, like you didn’t feel a dozen sets of eyes turn toward you all at once.

“There she is!” Marcus called, loud and eager, already moving to greet you like a dog off-leash. He bulldozed his way across the lawn, nearly knocking over someone’s lawn chair to get to you first. Joel watched as you smiled politely, extending your hand. You let Marcus take it, let him rest his palm on your shoulder like he’d known you more than a couple weeks. He led you into the yard like you were the goddamn guest of honor.

But had Joel blinked just then, he would’ve missed the way your eyes flitted to him across the lawn, almost in a silent plea. What was it you were asking of him? To pull you away from Marcus’s grip? To save you from the onslaught of attention? Joel told himself he was overthinking it. You only glanced at him, anyway. It was only a second, quick and barely there, but he felt his ears go red.

Then you were pulled right into the thick of it. The circle of men and smoke and beer breath and loud talk surrounded you and Joel’s eyes narrowed when you leaned up and kissed Tommy on the cheek in greeting.

What the hell?

Joel’s mind scrambled for any semblance of conversation he had with his brother about you recently. As far as he knew, you weren’t seeing each other, or else he knew Tommy would be bragging from the rooftops about it. So why were you kissing him on the cheek, and why in God’s name was his brother looking so damn pleased with himself?

The guys hooted, elbowing Tommy again, shouting some nonsense about keeping secrets and "oughta let the rest of us have a chance." You laughed. That easy, breezy kind of laugh Joel had only ever heard you use with clients. It was sweet and polished and meant to keep things light.

“You’re bad,” you said to Marcus as he playfully tugged at the edge of your dish towel-covered plate. “I brought peach cobbler. Hands off till it’s on the table.”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” he grinned, “Don’t tell me you just came here to tease us like that.”

Joel clenched his jaw so hard his molars ached.

They fawned over you for a little longer, offering you a drink, asking about your week, making you promise you’d be at the site tomorrow. You laughed and nodded and let them talk at you while you balanced the covered dish in your hands.

Finally, someone called for plates and food, and the group began to break apart. You used the chance to step away, heading toward the folding table to set the dish down, hands smoothing the towel flat once you uncovered the cobbler.

Joel dropped his gaze down to the cooler as you approached, hyper aware of every footfall he heard of yours, the slapping of your fancy looking sandals. He could feel your approach, his nerves fraying the closer you got.

“You gonna guard that cooler all night, Mr. Miller?”

His jaw flexed again.

He could see your painted toes in his periphery, the slender straps of your sandals peeking through the grass as you stood beside him now, arms crossed loosely as you probably were eyeing the cooler. Joel didn’t answer at first, but he reached back into the ice and grabbed another beer. He knew which kind you liked. He offered it to you all the while barely looking at you.

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from him and flipping the tab. “Didn’t realize it came with a side of brooding.”

His eyes finally flicked to your face, but you were already turning and walking away.

Pain in his ass.

The fire pit was burning high, crackling steady in the pit as the night settled in thick and warm. Most of the crowd had cleared out by now, just a small group lingering in mismatched chairs and folding camp seats around the orange glow. Tommy was strumming his guitar across the fire from Joel, and someone had pulled out the s’mores kit, and now half-melted chocolate wrappers and graham cracker crumbs littered the little side table.

You were perched on the edge of a faded Adirondack chair, legs tucked under you, a roasting stick gripped delicately between your fingers. A single marshmallow dangled above the flame, the bottom already blistering black while the top sagged from the heat.

Joel watched you, his umpteenth beer in hand, his skin flushed and brow glowering at you across the fire beside his brother. But you hadn’t paid much mind to him all day.

The thought of that being the exact reason he was glowering flitted across his mind before he shook it away with another swig.

He told himself he was only watching you because you were reckless with the fire. That someone needed to keep an eye on you before you set yourself or the whole damn yard ablaze. But even as the thought passed through, it felt thin.

“Uh-oh,” someone murmured, pointing at your marshmallow.

You lifted it too slowly, distracted mid-conversation, and by the time you noticed, it was already half-melted, sagging off the stick. But you just laughed, grinning as you brought it straight to your lips anyway.

It hit your mouth in a gooey, half-scalding mess. A smear of white stuck to the corner of your lip, the rest slipping down your chin in a slow drip before you caught it with your finger.

“Shit,” you said, laughing again, swiping at the melted mess before licking your finger clean with a soft, exaggerated pop. “Too hot.”

One of the women next to you snorted, covering her mouth. Another chimed in, “Girl, you’re gonna burn your tongue off.”

But the men… they were all silent, frozen, staring in awe as you finished off the white sugary syrup that dripped down your finger.

Joel’s pulse kicked hard in his neck, the bottle slick in his hand. His eyes narrowed across the flames, locked on you like you were a match yourself. He didn’t know what pissed him off more—how you didn’t seem to notice the reaction around the firepit, or how maybe the fact that you very much knew exactly what you were doing.

You were glowing in the firelight, hair messy and cheeks flushed, lips still sticky with sugar and heat. And you weren’t even looking at him. You were laughing with the others like you hadn’t just made every man in the circle forget what they were saying mid-sentence.

He hated it.

Absolutely fucking hated it.

He stood up suddenly, the legs of his chair scraping loud against the concrete.

Your eyes flicked over to him, a little startled.

Joel didn’t say much as he stalked off, only muttering something about needing to take a piss as he moved off toward the house, shoulders tight and eyes storm-dark.

Pain in his ass.

The house was quiet in the way that always made Joel feel like he could finally breathe. Music still played low from the guitar in Tommy’s lap, something twangy and slow, and the hum of conversation from outside was muffled by the closed door. He stood in the kitchen with his back to the room, hands braced against the counter, head bowed. His beer sat half-finished beside the sink, piss warm by now.

He hated this.

He hated the way his stomach twisted every time you laughed at someone else’s joke. He hated how the sound of his own brother’s name on your lips made his shoulders tense or how you floated through the yard like you didn’t even notice the way people watched you.

And worse, hated how badly he wanted you to look at him.

He didn’t want to be that kind of man. The kind that glared at his own brother like a dog guarding a bone. The kind that let a little sugar-slick smile get under his skin. But here he was. Stuck in it. Damn near drowning in it. A grown man stewing in the dark over a girl that wasn’t even his.

Joel kept reminding himself that he barely knew you. Just a few months of day in and day out visits to the sites, or meeting him and his brother on new projects. Joel and you mostly only talked business, maybe a few jokes here and there if he was in a good enough mood. Sometimes you brought him coffee when you knew it’d be a long day. You’d learned how he’d liked it. He was kicking himself for never being all that nice to you. But it surely wasn’t enough to justify this ugly thing crawling up his spine every time you touched Tommy’s arm or shared a smile with one of the other guys.

If anyone deserved you, it was probably Tommy. He was good with people, charming and light on his feet and always seemed to know what to say. If you were gonna fall for someone, Joel figured it would be him. Maybe you already had.

But none of that stopped the way Joel’s blood ran hot just at the thought of it.

No. Joel wanted you.

And he wanted you bad.

He closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to settle the mess churning in his chest. He hated the way he got around you, how quick his temper flared, how easily his thoughts tangled. The jealousy slipped in quiet at first, but it had since settled deep, coiling tight in his gut until everything felt too hot. And beneath it, there was the want. Hot and blood boiling, it was impossible to ignore. It clung to him in moments like this, too loud for the quiet kind of life he told himself he wanted now.

And just as he was pulling himself together, the back door creaked open behind him.

He turned halfway, startled.

You stepped inside, lit from behind by the porch light, brows pinched and lip tucked between your teeth. You didn’t see him at first, just cradled your hand in front of you and headed for the cabinets.

“Can’t believe I actually burned myself,” you muttered, yanking one open and rummaging through it.

Joel blinked. “The hell you doin’?”

You jumped slightly, eyes snapping to him. “Jesus—I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Clearly,” he snapped, but then his gaze dropped to the way your fingers curled protectively around your hand. He let out a sigh, quieter this time. “Sit. I’ll get the kit.”

You hesitated, then nodded and moved toward the counter. Joel disappeared down the hall and came back a moment later with the first aid kit, clicking it open as you settled on the edge of the counter. Your bare feet dangled above the floor, knees drawn in slightly like you were trying to take up less space.

“I feel so stupid,” you muttered with a breathy little laugh, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah, well,” Joel grumbled, “shouldn’t’ve been playin’ in fire.”

“I wasn’t playing,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I dropped my marshmallow.”

Joel didn’t respond. He let the quiet settle again as he took your hand in his. He hadn’t noticed before how small it was. How his palm all but swallowed yours. You were so warm, so close. Closer than he’d ever been, really.

After a moment, you tilted your head, frowning at him. “What’s been your deal today?”

He didn’t answer, just dabbed on the burn cream. You winced, and he almost felt bad.

“You’ve been acting… weird,” you said softly.

“Weird?” he echoed, even though he knew exactly what you meant. He had been acting like an asshole, there was no doubt about it.

“You’ve been…distant. All broody and quiet.”

He finally looked up at you under his brows. “I don’t brood.”

Your lips curved, amused in spite of yourself. “Joel Miller, you are the definition of brooding. What’s going on with you?”

He paused, focusing on wrapping the bandage like it was the most important thing in the world. He didn’t know if he was going to answer. Didn’t know if he should.

“You don’t even realize it, do you?” he said finally.

You blinked. “Realize what?”

He glanced at you, frowning. “The way you act out there with them. Letting ‘em fawn all over you. Laughin’, lickin’ marshmallow off your damn fingers like you don’t know what that looks like.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“Maybe you don’t realize it. Or maybe you do. Maybe that’s the whole thing. Part of your little game.”

“I don’t play games, Mr. Miller,” you said sharply, jerking your hand from his. You stood abruptly, the scrape of your feet on the tile loud in the silence. Joel was already kicking himself for being such an asshole.

“And if you’re so mad about them lookin’ at me, you sure as hell don’t seem to care enough to do anything about it.”

His blood ran hot under your glare. You tipped your chin up at him, eyes sparking now, fire in them even here, far away from the pit.

“And what the hell do you want me to do about it, huh?” he seethed.

And that’s when he saw your eyes flitting to his mouth.

The air between you burned, thick and charged, like static right before a storm. You didn’t back down. You stood there, chest rising fast, glaring up at him like you dared him to move. Joel towered over you, the low kitchen light behind him casting his shadow across your whole body.

You were breathing hard, and he swore he could see your pulse pounding in your neck, right at the base of your throat. He wanted to touch it. Press his fingers there just to feel it.

“What the hell is goin’ on with you and my brother?” he asked, the words coming sharp, cut straight from the mess in his chest. It had been stuck in his head all night—that kiss on the cheek, the way you trailed after Tommy, how you sat beside him through dinner, through the firepit, stuck to him like glue.

Your head jerked slightly like you couldn’t believe the question. “Seriously?”

“You’ve been followin’ him around like a little puppy all damn day. Kissed him on the cheek when you got here,” Joel said, like that explained everything.

“It was a greeting, Joel,” you shot back. “You do realize people are allowed to be nice to each other, right? There’s nothing going on with me and Tommy.”

He didn’t say anything.

“You’d know that if you actually talked to me instead of just staring all day like you’re allergic to conversation.”

Joel’s jaw tensed. His hands curled into fists at his sides. But you weren’t done.

“He’s my friend. That’s it. Tommy’s easy to be around. He laughs at my dumb jokes. He introduces me to people like he’s proud I’m there.”

Joel looked away, the weight of that last sentence heavy in his chest.

You watched him, breath tight in your chest. Then you shook your head and took a step back.

“Besides,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him, “he’s not the Miller I’m interested in.”

He stood suddenly frozen in place. He stared at you like the words didn’t compute. Like maybe he hadn’t heard you right. Like his brain refused to accept it.

You turned, trying to slip past him, trying to put this whole thing behind you, but his arm came out fast. His hand landed flat on the counter beside you, cutting off your escape. The movement wasn’t violent, but it was firm.

You jumped back, breath catching as you looked back up at him.

“Say that again,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard. “You heard me.”

“I wanna hear you say it again.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and unrelenting.

And then, quieter, but no less certain, you said it again.

“I want you, Joel.” you said, and then breathing in deep as if gathering the courage, you added: “You’re just too dumb to see it.”

The words hit him like a slap to the face, and something in him broke loose.

He didn’t let himself think about it too long, didn’t give himself any time to talk himself out of it. He pushed forward, hands sliding to your ribcage, and lifting you effortlessly to the counter. You gasped at the cool tile under your legs, your dress hiking further up as he set you down.

Then his mouth was on yours. And he wasn’t soft or gentle or even slow.

It was all heat and teeth and months of want compressed into a single kiss. His lips crashed against yours, greedy and rough, his stubble scraping your skin as his hands held you tight, thumbs digging into your waist like he was afraid you might take it back if he let go.

You gasped into his mouth and he swallowed it whole, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, hot and slick and searching. He kissed you like he was trying to devour you, like he could bury all the confusion and jealousy and ache in your mouth and come out clean on the other side.

Your hands clawed at his shirt, fisting the fabric and he could feel the way your knees hiked up around him, legs tightening to keep him close as your ankles crossed behind his back. His hips slotted between your legs, fitting there like he belonged, like this was where he’d been meant to be all damn day.

He groaned low in his throat when your teeth scraped his bottom lip. His hand slid up your back, fingers splayed wide, dragging you closer as his other hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face so he could kiss you harder. Deeper. Dirtier.

There was nothing careful about it.

You kissed him back like you’d been waiting for this too, like you were just as pissed off, just as tired of pretending there was nothing between you. Your lips were swollen, slick with spit and sugar, and when you broke away to breathe for half a second, Joel followed you right back in, mouths colliding again, sloppy and hot and wild.

Joel didn’t think he could get enough of you.

Every time you kissed him back, every breathy sound that slipped past your lips, it lit him up from the inside. His hands moved without thinking, one sliding down your thigh, fingers curling under the hem of that soft little dress.

You didn’t stop him, if anything–you leaned into it.

He dragged you closer, hands gripping the back of your thighs as he pulled you toward the edge of the counter. The slide of you against the cool counter top made you gasp but then he was there, pressing himself even harder between your legs, solid and heavy and wanting.

His hands slid up, dragging the fabric with them until he had you bunched up around your hips, until he could feel the heat of you radiating right through the thin scrap of fabric between your legs. It made him groan, low and guttural, forehead pressed to yours.

"Christ," he muttered, his voice rough, nearly shaking. "You're fuckin' burnin' up."

Your hands were in his hair now, tugging gently at the strands as your hips rolled forward, slow and seeking. His grip tightened, and he pulled you flush against him, grinding the hard line of his cock up into your center. He could feel everything—the softness of your inner thighs, the damp heat of you through your panties, the way your body arched into him like you couldn’t stand being separate another second.

You whimpered against his mouth, fingers threading deeper into his hair. He kissed you again, this time slower but no less intense, tongues sliding together, teeth clashing a little when neither of you could stop chasing the other.

Joel broke away, just long enough to press his mouth to the curve of your jaw, then your neck, dragging his lips down to the spot just under your ear where your pulse jumped against his tongue.

“Want you, Joel,” you sighed, tilting your head back to give him more access to your throat which he gladly took, teeth and lips and tongue all dragging across your warm skin, “Want you right here.”

"I know, baby," he rasped, grinding up into you again, slow and deliberate this time, letting you feel every inch of him. "This what you wanted all night, huh? Wanted me to take you in my brother’s kitchen like this?”

Your breath hitched. Your nails scraped against his scalp.

"Yes," you whispered.

He could feel how soaked you were, how hot and needy. The ache in his gut tightened, like he was right on the edge of losing whatever restraint he had left. His hand slid up your side, curved around your ribcage, thumb brushing just beneath the swell of your breast.

You were trembling now. Chest rising in sharp little bursts. Your legs wrapped tighter around his hips, like you were trying to fuse the two of you together.

“Then let me in, pretty girl,” he groaned, his voice shredded with restraint.

Hands reached between your bodies, his fingers dragged up the length of your clothed heat, barely brushing where you needed him most. Then he hooked his fingers around your panties and tugged them down, rough and quick, letting them fall to the floor.

He didn’t waste time.

His hand went to his jeans, undoing them with one hand, hissing low through his teeth as he freed himself, hard and already slick at the tip. He lined up with no finesse, not bothering to say more. Just pressed forward and buried himself in you with one deep, desperate thrust.

You cried out, head falling back against the cabinet, legs tightening around him even more.

“Fuck,” he gritted, voice strained and guttural. “This what you needed, baby? All those fuckers flirtin’ with you and touchin’ you, but this is who you wanted, huh? This cock right here?”

You whimpered something that might’ve been his name.

He snapped his hips forward again, harder, driving into you like he needed to stake a claim.

“That’s right, take it. So—Jesus, so goddamn tight. And all them think they might’ve had a chance but now look at you—stuffed full of cock like you’re made for it.”

Your fingers clawed into his back as he rutted into you, the edge of the counter digging into your ass, his body flush against yours. His mouth found your neck again, biting at the skin there, hands gripping your hips so hard you’d have bruises in the morning.

“You feel that?” he growled, thrusting up harder, rougher. “That’s mine. This pussy’s mine now. You gonna walk back out there drippin’ with me?”

You moaned, hips rolling helplessly against him, eyes glazed and lips parted.

“God, I fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered against your throat. “Knew you’d be a perfect little slut for me. Knew you’d let me ruin you the second I got you alone.”

He was so deep inside you, every stroke sharp and punishing, dragging the sounds out of you, making you clamp down tighter around him like your body didn’t know what to do with all of him.

“Come on then,” he rasped. “You gonna come on my cock like a good girl, or you want me to talk you through it?”

Your hands shot up, fingers tangling in his hair, yanking him down into a kiss that was all teeth and need. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed every bit of it, lips dragging across yours before he nipped at your bottom lip.

Joel groaned desperately into your mouth, the sound escaping from deep in his chest. He could feel the way you fluttered around him, could tell you were getting close.

He pulled back just far enough to look at you, one hand still gripping your hip, the other sliding down between your bodies. His fingers found your clit in seconds, slick and swollen and begging for attention.

“Ohhh, there she is,” he breathed with a dark little grin, rubbing slow, lazy circles that made you twitch. “That’s what you needed, huh?”

“Joel,” you gasped, eyes rolling, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name again,” he muttered, thrusting up into you, rough and steady, fingers never stopping. “You gettin’ close, sweetheart?”

You nodded, panting, body arching into him.

“Tell me,” he said, voice wrecked but firm. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

You choked out a laugh between moans, half-drunk on it. “You’re such an asshole.”

He grinned. “Really shouldn’t be sayin that while I’m rearranging your guts, baby girl.”

“You smug bastard,” you gasped, rocking down on him, chasing every stroke.

“Aw, I know,” he cooed with an evil, teasing lilt, and then he was kissing you again, deep and filthy, fingers moving faster now, hips snapping hard against you. “Now come on. Let go for me. Wanna feel ‘er squeeze the fuck outta my cock.”

Your head dropped back, eyes rolling up, thighs trembling around his hips.

“That’s it,” he growled. “There she is. Come for me, baby. Make a mess. I fuckin’ dare you.”

And just like that, you broke. Your body seized around him, jaw slackened with a cry as you came hard, clenching tight around him.

“Jesus fuck,” he groaned, hips stuttering. “You’re perfect. Fuckin’ perfect.” he kept saying over and over again as he was spilling into you with a deep, broken moan, hips pressed flush to yours as he pulsed inside, thick and hot and perfect.

He stayed like that for a moment, both of you tangled together, panting against each other’s mouths. The only sound was your breathing, the faint music still playing from outside, the thud of Joel’s heart trying to calm down.

Slowly, he pulled back. His cock slipped from you, still thick and wet with both of you. You squirmed slightly at the loss, but Joel didn’t let you go far.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to reach between your thighs once he tucked himself away.

You gasped when his fingers slid back inside you, two thick digits pushing his cum back in with slow, easy strokes.

“Just cleanin’ you up,” he said, voice too soft to match the filth of what he was doing. “Can’t have it all drip out too fast. Not yet.”

You huffed a disbelieving laugh, but you still pulled one leg up to sit your bare foot on the counter, giving him more access.

“Want you walkin’ out there feelin’ it,” he whispered. “Want you sittin’ there all sweet while Tommy plays his little guitar and you’re sittin’ full of me. Warm and messy. Gonna keep my come inside you all night, pretty girl.”

You moaned under your breath, shivering again as he eased his fingers out.

Joel reached down and grabbed your panties from the floor. He slid them back up your legs, slow and careful, tugging them snug over your soaked center with a quiet, satisfied hum.

Then he leaned in again, kissed you on the lips, slower this time, no fire, just something warm and heavy and full of something more than the lust that was slowly dissipating from his blood.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

And when you smiled up at him, all wicked with flushed cheeks and kiss-bitten lips, he knew this wasn’t going to be the last time.

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junmsli · 1 year ago

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so it goes

pairing. enzo vogrincic x virgin!reader

cw/tw. smut, praise, oral sex (reader y enzo reciben), enzo un poco posesivo, virgin!reader, piv sex, established relationship, unprotected sex, edades no especificadas, afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.

word count. 4.4k+

rating. +18

no es un secreto para nadie que la virginidad es solo un constructo inventado desde el machismo. las mujeres no sufren de ningún tipo de cambio después de tener relaciones sexuales por primera vez. a pesar de saber que el concepto de la virgnidad no tiene ni pies ni cabeza, siempre pensaste que tu primera vez sería con alguien que de verdad significase algo para ti.

con un novio como enzo, sabías que la comodidad y el respeto son cosas con las que puedes contar, ya sea en este tema en específico o en cualquier otro aspecto, el peli negro encaja en tu definición de confianza.

enzo va a ser paciente y amable contigo, te dices a ti misma y sacudes tu cabeza buscando desaparecer de tu mente todo lo que piensas podría salir mal, ¿por qué llenar tu mente de todos los posibles escenarios negativos? todo irá bien y tendrás otro recuerdo precioso con tu novio que llevarás contigo con mucho cariño.

prefieres no darle más vueltas al asunto y buscas en tu armario un outfit para la cita de hoy. el plan era ir al nuevo restaurante frente a la playa, irían un poquito antes de las 7pm para apreciar la puesta del sol en la arena, la ida al restaurante y la cena, por último, volverían hacia el departamento del mayor.

habían hablado del tema la tercera noche que habías pasado en su departamento, discutiendo todo lo que pasaba por tu mente sobre tu falta de experiencia.

“¿te molesta esperar?”

“¿por qué me molestaría esperar?” enzo te había contestado, haciendo latir más rápido tu corazón. ambos acostados en la cama de él, viendo hacia el techo y tomándose de la mano después de una sesión de besos más que intensa.

luego de lo que parecieron horas, decidiste ponerte tu vestido favorito, de color negro, bastante cómodo y ligero. escuchaste la puerta ser tocada y miraste hacia tu reloj, notando que el mayor había llegado un minuto antes de lo acordado.

“ya voy” dices en voz alta y te pones en marcha para abrirle, encarando al pelinegro, que como tu, tenía una cálida sonrisa en su rostro “hola, linda” dice enzo, elimina la distancia entre ambos y pone sus manos tu cintura, miradas encontrándose y diciendo en aquel lenguaje único cuanto se extrañaron y cuánto aman estar en la presencia del otro.

“¿soy linda?” tú dices con una sonrisa llena de diversión.

“tan linda que sos lo único en lo que puedo pensar, sos muy preciosa” contesta, lo que hace calentar tus mejillas. se aleja de ti solo para tomar una de tus manos con una de la suyas. caminan de la mano hacia la salida del edificio, en busca de un taxi.

después de algunos minutos se suben al auto que los conducirá hasta la playa, apoyas tu cabeza en el hombro de enzo, sin soltar su mano en ningún momento, cierras los ojos y hueles el perfume de enzo con una pequeña sonrisa. dos cuerpos apoyados en los asientos del taxi, calentándose y latiendo el uno por el otro.

el tiempo parece volar y pronto llegan a su destino. enzo se aparta de tu lado con gentileza para abrirte la puerta, ocuparse del pago y agradecer al conductor. puedes decir que no está dispuesto a tener las manos lejos de ti por mucho tiempo, ya que te ofrece una vez más su mano, rápidamente volviendo a tener contacto contigo.

caminan hacia la playa mientras tarareas tu canción favorita. “son las 6:40, tiempo perfecto para ver la puesta del sol si me lo preguntas.” dices y jalas de su mano para avanzar más rápido con él hacía la arena. ambos sueltan un pequeño suspiro una vez que están ahí, contemplando la hermosa vista, escuchando las voces de las personas a su alrededor, el mar y las olas contra la arena.

comparten minutos llenos de silencio, llenos de tranquilidad hasta que enzo decide romper el vacío de diálogo;

"viviría feliz en montevideo contigo, en pequeños y grandes roles. sería el hombre más afortunado por toda mi vida", dice, dejando escapar sus pensamientos con la misma franqueza de siempre, sin filtro ni reservas.

"¿qué? ¿estás bromeando?" respondes con evidente confusión, arqueando una ceja mientras lo observas en busca de alguna señal que aclare sus palabras.

"no estoy de joda con vos, nunca lo estoy", responde él, encogiéndose de hombros con sinceridad.

"no te lo permitiría", piensas en cruzar los brazos para reforzar tu punto, pero decides mantener el contacto físico con tu novio, prefiriendo esa conexión.

"¿por qué no?" enzo finge sorpresa, consciente de que esa sería tu reacción.

"¿qué clase de novia sería si te dijera 'sí, enzo, quédate aquí conmigo, no te aventures fuera del país para explorar tu potencial. podríamos ser felices, pero siempre viviríamos con la incertidumbre de lo que podría haber sido'?"

"esperaba ese comentario de vos", responde enzo con calma.

"gracias por esperar lo mínimo de mí. me reconforta saberlo", dices con sarcasmo pero con una sonrisa cómplice. estás en un breve silencio, contemplando el atardecer antes de volver la mirada hacia enzo. "no deberías esperar que sea egoísta contigo y todo lo que puedes lograr. ya te ha ido bien más de una vez, y eso me llevó a conocerte en primer lugar", añades con una tranquilidad reflexiva. "y, aunque me hagas sentir... dios, no sé cómo explicarlo, este sentimiento de ser amada por ti, tú debes ser siempre tu primera prioridad. si estás dispuesto a esperarme, yo también lo estaré", admites, evocando el recuerdo de esa noche y la conversación que marcó un punto de inflexión en su relación.

"son dos cosas distintas", comenta enzo, también recordando claramente aquel diálogo

“¿mi primera vez y tu carrera de actuación? la verdad sí, no es el mejor ejemplo pero se entiende.” ahora es tu turno para encogerte de hombros.

se quitan los zapatos y deciden sentarse en la arena, tú con las piernas estiradas, quizás no fue tu mejor elección el vestido para esta ocasión, pero no importa cuando estás con él.

el silencio los envuelve por unos minutos mientras contemplan la puesta del sol, como si el tiempo se detuviera para permitirles disfrutar de ese momento juntos. enzo acaricia tu mano con delicadeza, voltea para encontrarse con tu rostro y procede a dar inicio a la reunión de sus labios, un beso lleno de ternura y pasión. toma tus mejillas con suavidad, intensificando el contacto, y se sumerge en la profundidad del beso, compartiendo un instante de intimidad que les pertenece solo a ustedes. duran unos preciosos minutos disfrutando del ya no tan delicado roce entre sus bocas, perdidos en el éxtasis del amor compartido.

"me haces muy feliz, siempre", él murmura al romper el toque entre sus labios, su voz cargada de sinceridad y emoción. "más de lo que te podes imaginar."

sus palabras llenan el aire con un sentimiento cálido y reconfortante, confirmando lo que ya sabías en lo más profundo de tu corazón: que este amor es real y todo tuyo. las olas continúan su danza rítmica, chocando contra la arena, mientras la oscuridad de la noche se adueña del entorno, acompañada del inconfundible aroma marino. reposas tu cabeza en el hombro de enzo una vez más, dejando escapar un suave suspiro.

“gracias por amarme tanto.” expresas con gratitud.

“no tenés que agradecer ser amada, gorda, nunca.” responde enzo, manteniendo su mirada en ti. mientras tú sonríes con serenidad, él muestra una sonrisa que refleja comodidad y un toque de diversión, creando un momento impregnado de afecto y complicidad en la brisa nocturna.

"sé que no es necesario, pero aún así, gracias", respondes con una suave risa. tus pies juguetean en la arena, moviendo los dedos mientras te zambulles completamente en el momento. observas cómo los pies de enzo también comienzan a moverse y ríes bajito.

hubo momentos en los que creíste que ser amada era una tarea ardua, que lo mejor de ti se veía eclipsado por tus propias inseguridades. pero entonces, el peli negro irrumpió en tu vida, haciendo que amarte pareciera tan fácil.

se ponen de pie, sacudiendo la arena en su ropa, continúan poniéndose de vuelta el calzado y caminan hacia el restaurante, en pocos minutos están sentados en la mesa, deliberando sobre qué elegir para la cena. decides optar por el mismo plato vegano que el de enzo.

“¿qué querés ver hoy en casa, amor?” pregunta él en el momento en el que el mesero recoge sus pedidos.

“¿ver?” dices, parecía que ya tenías una idea muy clara sobre cómo ibas a pasar la noche con enzo y eso no incluía ver tele. “lo hablamos mientras vamos para allá.”

“dale, igual tengo un par de ideas si no tenés nada pendiente por ver.” asientes ante lo que menciona y no le das mucha importancia por ahora. “hay varias cosas que tengo apuntadas, de hecho.”

los platos de ambos llegan, le dan las gracias al mesero y la cena entre pequeños diálogos da inicio.

“tuve un lindo día en el trabajo, los niños son fenomenales… hicimos algo que vi en internet sobre escribir una reseña de una película al estilo de letterboxd. primero aprendieron sobre las partes de una reseña, sus funciones y bastante de cine, había impreso unas plantillas con el logo de la app. vimos elementos, yo tampoco la había visto así que también escribí mi propia reseña.” hay mucha alegría en tu rostro mientras le cuentas a tu novio tus recuerdos de unas horas antes de ese mismo día. “fue una interesante didáctica, bastante desarrollo de pensamiento analítico y crítico, a parte que se la pasaron muy bien mientras veíamos la película y cuando compartieron sus reseñas con toda la clase. dibujaron y todo para explicar sus puntos.” comentas muy amenamente y das otro bocado a tu plato.

“sos la mejor.” dice enzo, bastante fascinado por tu amor por lo que haces. “ahora yo también quiero conocer las partes de una reseña.”

asientes y con una sonrisa divertida le dices. “aprendes muy rápido, yo te enseño sin problema.”

durante la cena, en medio de una atmósfera serena, comparten entre sí los detalles de lo que hicieron durante el tiempo en que estuvieron separados. enzo relata con entusiasmo las sesiones fotográficas que llevó a cabo antes de la próxima rueda de prensa de su nueva película, mientras que tú detallas cada día como profesora, siempre con una nueva anécdota que contar.

al terminar los platos, pagan la cuenta y emprenden el camino de regreso a casa.mientras caminan en busca del transporte que los lleve a casa tu cabeza está inundada de distintos pensamientos, más que nada sobre lo que pueda suceder en el departamento con tu pareja.

al llegar a la casa del actor, te diriges a la cocina en busca de un vaso. “gracias por la cita, en, la pasé más que bien.” le dedicas una dulce mirada y luego procedes a servirte un poco de agua.

“no sé qué sería de mí si no es así.” dice él, devolviéndote la mirada con mucho cariño. aunque estás enfocada en tu agua. "sobre la peli… ¿vos pensaste en algo o preferís que decida yo?", pregunta, buscando captar tu atención.

giras en su dirección y respondes con voz apenas audible, consciente de que es hora de abordar el tema pero indecisa sobre cómo hacerlo. "um, más o menos." tratando de encontrar la manera correcta de decirlo, pero tu respuesta sólo logra confundir al morocho.

"¿estás bien, gorda?", preguntó él, preocupado por tu actitud.

“¿por qué no lo estaría?” llevas una vez más el vaso a tu boca, tu mente maquina como decírselo, no quieres darle tanta vuelta al asunto que se resumía en algo tan simple como tener sexo.

“conozco esa cara tuya de ‘mi mente está yendo a mil por hora’, amor.” expresa enzo y te observa fijamente.

tomas toda el agua restante en el vaso, lo lavas y lo dejas en su lugar. suspiras, sabes que no hay manera de decirlo con mucho tacto, por lo que terminas soltando “quiero�� quiero que tengamos sexo.” dice lo último de manera apresurada, si el uruguayo no estuviera acostumbrado a tu rápido hablar aseguraría que no te hubiera entendido.

enzo no muestra sorpresa en su rostro; en cambio, sólo se percibe preocupación por ti y tu inesperada solicitud. "¿estás segura? amor, ya te dije que no tengo problema con esperar. no tenés que hacerlo si sentís presión", expresa mientras apoya sus manos en uno de los muebles de la cocina.

"lo sé, sé que no te importa, pero realmente es lo que quiero", respondes. enzo simplemente asiente con una sonrisa leve; si estabas segura de tu elección, él está más que encantado.

te diriges hacia él, tomas su mano y lo conduces hacia el sillón. una vez allí, lo haces sentar y luego te acomodas en su regazo, tus piernas chocando suavemente contra los cojines. "considero que tengo experiencia en el juego previo", comentas, gozando de molestarlo y entrando en calor.

“¿quién te enseñó? debería darle las gracias.” enzo acaricia tus piernas, moviendo su atención a tus muslos ya descubiertos por tu vestido algo subido debido a la posición en la que te encontrabas.

“lo conoces muy bien, es un gran tipo, el mejor de todos.”

“¿ah, sí? su novia debe ser muy afortunada.” él respondió, esbozando otra sonrisa, pero esta vez llena de picardía.

asientes con la cabeza, luciendo una sonrisa ingeniosa. "lo es.” el roce de tus manos se desliza suavemente hacia las mejillas de enzo, sosteniéndolas con una delicadeza que parece sostener el tiempo. sus ojos se encuentran, creando un vínculo intenso que se prolonga durante varios segundos, como si el universo entero se detuviera para dar espacio a ese momento. y entonces, en ese instante cargado de anticipación, comienza el encuentro entre sus labios, sellando un pacto silencioso de amor que trasciende las palabras.

el beso inicialmente inocente, se torna en uno completamente intenso. desesperados por sentirse el uno contra el otro. sus boca se mueven con frenesí, enzo no duda en introducir su lengua dentro de tu boca, empezando a jugar con la tuya, sin ninguna preocupación por lo que pueda estar pasando a su alrededor pues ahora todo lo que les importa se reduce a ustedes dos.

rompes el beso recibiendo una mirada juzgadora de enzo, hasta lo que sabe, ya se la está pasando muy bien. te ríes y dices “quiero hacer algo.” te bajas de su regazo, poniéndote de rodillas en el piso frente al sillón y acercándote a las cinturas de su bermuda beige, para empezar a bajarlo ante su intensa mirada, enzo sacude su cabeza intentando volver en sí.

“amor, esta noche se trata de vos.” con suma delicadeza, enzo toma tu mentón con una de sus manos, sosteniéndolo con ternura. en la cara de enzo, se refleja un cálido torrente de cariño y aprecio. un silencioso intercambio de emociones se despliega entre sus miradas.

“pero de verdad quiero hacerlo.” haces un pequeño puchero con la intención, otra vez, de molestarlo.

enzo resopla y culmina cediendo con una pequeña sonrisa cómplice “dale.” sonríes al lograr tu cometido, no es que te haya costado mucho. terminas de sacarle la bermuda, acaricias juguetona y lentamente sus muslos con la yema de tus dedos por un par de segundos, hasta que tus manos llegan a su bóxer, bajándolo de una vez para contar con toda su parte inferior desnuda y a tu disposición. prácticamente babeas al verlo en todo su esplendor y a su pene ya bastante duro, lo único que pasa por tu mente es tenerlo dentro de tu boca.

“estoy empezando a creer que vos tenías todo esto calculado.” dice enzo inquisitivamente, lleva una mano a tu cabello y lo jala sin mucha fuerza “empezá ya que me estás matando, princesa.”

le das una mirada divertida antes de introducir la cabeza de su polla en tu boca. das lamidas pausadas y lentas, sintiendo cada rasgo de su deliciosa punta y disfrutando de su líquido preseminal que comienza a formarse. “vamos amor, no estoy para jodas.” enzo musita y jala una vez más de tu cabello. “vos podés más que eso.” sus ojos ahora te ruegan que dejes los juegos. das una larga lamida en toda su prolongación y esta vez puedes sentir cada vena en su miembro, lo que sólo logra excitarte y mojarte más, tratas de apretar tus muslos en busca de algún tipo de alivio. enzo se da cuenta y ríe con un poco de malicia.

no lo molestas más e introduces su polla en tu boca, o al menos todo lo que esta alcanza abarcar, tus manos van a los centímetros restantes que acaricias gentilmente. con tus labios y lenguas y empiezas el vaivén de su polla dentro de ti, aguantando el reflejo nauseoso y poniendo todas tus habilidades en acción. “sí mi amor, así me gusta, sos tan buena, la mejor, mierda.”

el solo verlo así logra causar un mar entre tus piernas, alcanzas a crear una rica fricción entre tus muslos y jadeas aún con su polla en tu garganta. te separas unos segundos para poder respirar. “dale princesa, sé que podes.” dice enzo que sonríe mientras te observa. suelta lindos jadeos a los que le siguen gemidos de tu nombre en voz alta. “así, carajo, sigue así.”

chupas su polla de manera impaciente, mientras una de tus manos baja a tu coño, al que tocas melosamente encima de tus bragas, gimes en su miembro causando que las vibraciones lo vuelvan loco, trabajando en él de manera profesional. enzo sabe que no durará mucho contigo chupando su pene de ese modo, trata de ordenar sus pensamientos teniendo claro que hoy sólo debe correrse en lo profundo de tu coño. “princesa…”

“qui-quiero que te corras en mi boca.” alcanzas a pronunciar. enzo puede ver tus labios algo hinchados, tu pelo desordenado y tu mano debajo de tu vestido, al ver tu imagen tan descompuesta casi lo hace soltar un jadeo.

“mañana, mañana temprano… hoy quiero venir dentro de ti, ¿sí?” asientes algo decepcionada, te dedica una dulce sonrisa mientras separa su miembro de ti, contempla el hilo de saliva entre tu boca y su duro miembro. y carajo, como deseo hundirse y follarte la boca en ese segundo, le costó toda su voluntad poder pararse, te ayuda en la misma tarea y van a su habitación procede a acostarte en su cama.

comienza quitándote los zapatos los que tira al piso sin mucha importancia, conserva su atención en tu rostro y te preguntas a ti misma cómo es que hace que algo tan simple como quitarte los zapatos se vea lujurioso.

sube la falda de tu vestido hasta la altura de tu pecho, acaricia y deja suaves besos en tus muslos, sus dedos forman círculos y más figuras no identificables en ellos. “¿me permitis tocarte, amor?” pregunta con dulzura.

“sí, en por fa, tócame.” musitas y mueves tu parte inferior buscando su toque.

él asiente “como ordene mi princesa.” empieza a jugar con tu montículo cubierto, sus ojos se abren con un poco de diversión y sorpresa al sentir tu gran humedad. “estás mojadita, ¿tanto te calentó chuparme la pija en el sillón?” susurra para ti y no pasa mucho tiempo hasta que te baja las bragas lentamente “te haré sentir bien.”

“siempre lo haces.” dices de forma perezosa, en este momento dirías lo que fuese para que el peli negro calme tu excitación.

enzo ingresa dolorosamente lento dos de sus dedos en ti, los mete y saca una y otra vez. vuelves a soltar grandes gemidos con el nombre del uruguayo. retira sus dígitos empapados para pasearlos por el contorno de tu clítoris, cierras los ojos rendida ante el placer, no puedes formular ningún tipo de oración, agarras la sábana a tus costados con tus manos, cerrando tus puños contra la tela.

las ansias por finalmente saborearte son demasiadas, no puede soportar ni un minuto más, por lo que acaba deslizando su larga y cálida lengua en tu coño. “deliciosa, mierda… toda hecha para mí.” extensas lamidas son depositadas en ti. conserva los movimientos de sus dedos jugando en tu clítoris.

“tan exquisita y solo mía para probar.” tus ojos se abren para encontrarte con la hermosa vista de enzo comiéndote como si se tratase de su última cena. busca darte el subidón de placer más satisfactorio que jamás hayas tenido y pone en uso todo lo que ha aprendido que sabe te vuelve masilla en sus manos.

gritas su nombre al percibir su cambio de planes ya que sus largos dedos se introducen nuevamente y perfectamente dentro de ti. ahora son tres de sus dígitos en lo profundo de ti, moviéndose a la par de su boca chupando tu clítoris con la gran destreza que lo caracteriza. “sos mi dulce virgen, ¿mmh?”

asientes tontamente, estás tan cerca y el peli negro lo sabe de inmediato, sonríe con picardía y agiliza todos sus esfuerzos por hacerte llegar. “en, estoy tan cerca…” consigues decir.

“lo sé, princesa, déjame saborearte.” envuelves tus muslos con fuerza alrededor de enzo, como si lo instaras a no ir a ninguna parte, como si le suplicaras, por favor, sigue comiéndome hasta que muramos.

es cuestión de segundos para que finalmente te corras gentilmente en sus dedos, los cuales enzo procede a probar. “la más deliciosa.” finaliza ingresando el tercero de sus dedos mojados en tu boca.

por tu mente pasa que si esta no era la noche en la que dejabas de ser virgen, juras que podrías morir.

el uruguayo finalmente te desnuda completamente, pasa el vestido por tus brazos, lo arroja al piso y nota que no llevabas sostén, sonríe hacia sus adentros, confirmando su teoría de que tenías todo planeado pero a quién le importa si luces tan bien toda desnuda debajo suyo. “sos preciosa, la más linda de todas.”

sus labios ahora bajan a tus pechos, los cuales llena de húmedos besos, comienza a chupar y lamer tu pezón izquierdo, se mueve al otro para darle el mismo trato, juega otros pocos minutos en tus muy erectos pezones. “en...”

“decime qué querés y es tuyo.” levanta su cabeza de entre tus pechos para mirarte y espera tu respuesta.

“sabes que quiero” pronuncias, enzo está a punto de llevarse tu virginidad y el solo pensamiento de aquello te da una sensación similar a tu reciente orgasmo.

“esa no es una respuesta, linda, tenés que usar tus palabras.” vuelve a tomar uno de tus senos en su boca. no puedes esperar más, lo necesitas dentro tuyo, tu coño palpita en necesidad

“quiero que me folles.” sueltas de una vez por todas.

él asiente “sos tan hermosa, ¿cómo me podría negar cuándo me lo pedís así?” lleva sus labios a los tuyos, compartiendo un beso lujurioso y muy cargado de amor a la vez, como solo él sabe hacer.

“si duele, decimelo” decide mantener el contacto visual contigo en todo momento, en alerta por si halla cualquier indicio de incomodidad en tu rostro. "pellízcame si es demasiado, ¿entendido?" se hace un recordatorio mental para más tarde sobre acordar una palabra segura. murmuras un rápido sí y enzo deja un beso en tu cuello mientras bombea lentamente dentro de ti, sus piernas sobre el colchón, las tuyas alrededor de sus caderas.

sueltas un suave jadeo ante la nueva sensación, que duele ligeramente. “tan linda y toda para mí, no sabés cuánto deseaba tenerte así.” los recuerdos de las noches en las que enzo usó su mano, pensando que era tu coño lo que lo apretaba, llegaron esporádicamente a su mente.

primero mantiene un ritmo lento, buscando que te adaptes a la nueva sensación, sí bien ya has tenido sus dedos en ti en varias ocasiones, era completamente distinto tener toda su polla hundida en ti. pone sus manos alrededor de tu cintura y sientes pequeños besos en tu cuello mientras tus ojos se cierran con fuerza, el calor del cuerpo de enzo contra el tuyo.

“puedes moverte, en, más rápido.” pides, él asiente ante tus palabras y agarra tu cintura, tu cabeza se echa hacia atrás sobre la almohada, formando un delicioso arco. dejas atrás ese leve ardor y gimes con fuerza, temes que los vecinos de enzo escuchen claramente los ruidos causados por ti y la cama. "por favor, por favor, en" suplicas, él sigue follándote con las rodillas en la cama. cuando mira hacia abajo y ve su polla entrando y saliendo tu coño, brillando con tu humedad, no puede evitar gemir, elevándote al puto espacio mientras muele su polla contra tu entrada.

luces tan hermosa siendo follada contra el colchón y más sudorosa de lo que jamás la haya visto. el sonido del chasquido de tu coño es música literal para los oídos de enzo, vuelve a mirar hacia abajo para ver su polla entrando y saliendo, entrando y saliendo de ti. “carajo, sos tan divina, nadie más te podrá tener así,” dice, más como una afirmación que un simple comentario. “esta vista me pertenece solo a mí.” dice, su lado más posesivo saliendo a la luz.

“m-más, en.” roza su polla entre los labios de tu coño, mojándola con tus jugos. se introduce una vez más en tu profundidad, con un ritmo más duro y rápido.

“sos toda mía.” asientes contra la almohada mientras él repite tu nombre incontables veces. “mierda, te sentis tan bien” tus caderas moviéndose en busca del choque entre ambos cuerpos. “vení conmigo, mi princesa.” bajo una de sus manos que se encontraban en tus caderas hacia tu clítoris, sus dedos se mueven rápidamente en él, busca tu liberación y está a punto por lograrlo. te preguntas sí así es como se siente estar en el cielo.

menos de un minuto después te corres y enzo no necesita de mucho más tiempo para seguir el mismo camino. se viene dentro de ti, pensando que eso ya será una preocupación para mañana. se retira gentilmente y observa tu pecho agitado, todo en tu cara grita que acaban de darte duro.

“¿estás bien, mi amor? enzo arranca con las preguntas para cerciorarse de tu bienestar. solo asientes, tomándote tu tiempo para ordenar tus pensamientos y procesar todo lo que acaba de suceder.

“debimos hacerlo hace mucho.” dices, enzo niega con una sonrisa floreciendo en su rostro.

“todo a su tiempo.” dice con diversión y acaricia tus piernas. “sos la mejor, tenés que saberlo.” tapas tu rostro con tus manos con las mejillas calientes. “¿ahora te hacés la tímida?” te molesta y planta un corto beso en tus labios. “que tal si vamos a darte un baño, hablamos de cómo te sentís y nos acostamos juntitos.”

“suena como un plan que me gustaría.”

w/n. soy un asco para los finales

casi una semana sin subir nada y me moría por alimentarlas, espero que haya valido la pena la espera 😭 gracias a la hermosa anon que mandó la request, perdón por la demora, realmente espero que te guste 🤍

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