#te quiero oral

[junmsli]

needy

pairing. enzo vogrincic x reader

cw/tw. smut, praise, established relationship, dry humping, unprotected sex, enzo un pocooo bromista, oral (reader recibe), dirty talk, age gap (no especificado), afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.

word count. 1.4k

rating. +18 (dejé ganar a mis pensamientos intrusivos)

"enzo" la joven musita bajito el nombre del hombre que se hallaba en la habitación que ambos comparten, acostado en la cama, viene de haber estado lavando la poca vajilla que quedaba sucia. él se encontraba leyendo un libro, llevando puesto lo que parecía ser una camisa bastante liviana y el resto de su cuerpo cubierto por una sábana.

"¿qué pasa, mi amor?" dice y aparta la mirada del libro brevemente para enfocarse en ti por unos segundos, sonríe y vuelve a prestar atención a su libro. "vení y acostáte ya".

"sobre eso..." ella ríe nerviosamente y empieza a caminar hacia su dirección, su ropa consistía en una camiseta negra oversize, la más grande que pudo haber encontrado, sus bragas y no llevaba sostén porque al encontrarse sola con su pareja, en su hogar ¿quién en su sano juicio usaría sostén?

la muchacha se sube a la cama, con enzo en la cabecera y ella en el otro extremo, pero planea cambiar eso. empezando a gatear hacia él y una vez a su costado, toma suavemente el libro de las manos del uruguayo y lo deja en la mesita de noche "¿podrías seguir leyendo mañana? tengo una situación aquí.”

él alza una ceja "bueno dale, pero tengo una pregunta para vos, ¿la situación es; 'necesito una culeada'?" él aprieta los labios divertido "no estoy que me quejo".

"¿cómo sabes?" se hace la sorprendida, como si esa no hubiese sido la intención de todo el asunto para empezar.

empieza desabotonar los botones de la camisa de enzo con paciencia, logra su objetivo y se la saca delicadamente por la cabeza, quita la sábana que cubría el resto de su cuerpo, para ahora bajar su bóxer, tarea que acaba con una sonrisa coqueta.

"un poco bastante necesitada andas vos"

ella ignora su comentario y se sube sobre él. pone sus piernas en los costados de enzo, al nivel de su miembro y de su clítoris cubierto, lleva también sus manos a la cintura del mayor. ambos jadean por el roce más que placentero y enzo agarra sus caderas guiando su ritmo, conociendo mejor que nada cómo es que a su chica le gusta.

la fémina mueve sus manos con la intención de quitarse la camiseta, sin dejar de jadear, una vez que cumple con su objetivo agarra las manos de enzo de donde estaban  y las lleva a sus senos, incitandolo a tocar y masajear tanto como quiera. “vos serás mi muerte.” menciona mientras acaricia suavemente los pezones ya duros de su novia. “decime qué querés y lo tenés, mi sol.”

se mueve con más rapidez encima del miembro de enzo y toma fuerzas antes -casi- susurrar “q-quiero que me folles.” entre jadeos.

“¿con esa boca besás a tu vieja?” 

“dios, enzo no menciones a mi mamá mientras estamos en esto.” dice ella, sintiendo sus cachetes más que calientes.

él se ríe “mmh, vienes acá, te hacés la que no pero sí, no demorás ni dos minutos y ya estás saltando sobre mí.”

“no estoy saltando-” menciona, podrían estar cogiendo como si de eso dependiera su vida pero jamás permitiría la oportunidad de llevarle la contra a su novio. “y yo vine a lo que vine.”

“quizás debería cogerte tan fuerte y duro como estoy seguro vos esperás.” 

con delicadeza (no la misma que acaba de usar para decirle que la va a follar hasta el cansancio) él la toma y voltea a la chica acostando la en la cama.

le baja las bragas, su mirada sigue todo el breve momento y procede a quitarlas, sin importarle donde las arroja. su cabeza sube a la altura del centro de la muchacha, sus dedos caminan por los muslos de ella y los acaricia haciendo camino hasta llegar a su estrecho agujero e ingresa dos dedos que mueve a propósito, a un ritmo lento, lleva sus ojos en dirección a los de ella “toda mojada, no tenés ni puta idea de lo que me hacés sentir.”

sus labios van a su clítoris donde comienza el trabajo de chuparlo con adoración, la mujer gime alto y acaricia sus senos dejándose llevar. 

“muy exquisita si querés saber.” comenta enzo, lo que causa que la chica suelta una pequeña y nerviosa risa, él mantiene su trabajo en ella, dedos en el fondo de ella y lengua y labios en su clítoris, moviéndose, chupando y lamiendo como solo él sabe y aprendió, que a su compañera le gusta. 

sus labios dan lentas vueltas alrededor del punto más dulce de la muchacha y suelta bajos jadeos al probarla “mierda, sos tan adictiva.”

“e-en, yo…”

“decime qué querés”

“ya lo dije, en, sabes lo que quiero”

“no lo recuerdo” se encoge de hombros sabiendo que ella mantiene sus ojos en su figura.

“te quiero dentro, te necesito, quiero que me folles” dice con todas sus fuerzas, enzo nunca detuvo sus movimientos y los gemidos de la chica a la par, tampoco nunca cesaron.

enzo asiente con una sonrisa burlona. “nunca te diría que no.” aleja su rostro de ahí abajo, saca sus dedos contemplando lo mojados que están y alza una ceja divertido. nivela sus rostros y sonríe una vez más, sus dedos llenos de la esencia de la muchacha, van hacia la boca ella, donde los mete y mueve. “mi amor siempre sabe lo que quiere y yo se lo doy.” la fémina mueve su lengua alrededor de los dedos de enzo.

él después de un par de segundos separa sus dedos de su boca, usa ambas manos en el trabajo de poner las piernas ella a los costados de su cintura.

una mano finalmente se dirige a su miembro erecto para llevarlo al encuentro del centro de la joven. “siempre luces tan deliciosa cuando estoy apunto de enterrarme en ti.” finalmente comienza los movimientos de sus caderas contra las de la muchacha, suelta un par de gemidos mientras susurra su nombre, lleno de lujuria, adoración y gran amor. mantiene un ritmo rápido, estocadas que llevan a ambos a un muy alto placer. 

“sos tan hermosa.”

“por-por favor, te necesito.” dice.

“lo sé, mi amor.” no planea detenerse y observa con fascinación la figura de la mujer que tanto ama debajo de él. “me tomas tan bien. ”acerca su rostro al de ella y empieza un más que apasionado beso, lenguas se tocan y exploran todo lo que el otro le puede dar a cada uno.

enzo, como ya se mencionó, conoce cada punto que tocar, besar, lamer y acariciar para que su novia se siente en el mismo cielo, y no duden en que usará cada uno de sus conocimientos sobre ti en cada oportunidad que se le presente de hacerte sentir bien. “justo así, mierda, esa es mi chica.”

desesperadamente, la joven lleva sus manos a la espalda del pelinegro, donde las mantiene y acaricia con veneración, respiraciones pesadas se sienten el uno contra el otro, besos mojados son depositados en el rostro de ella. 

puede sentir como las paredes de ella lo presionan en su interior y sonríe, con más ternura que lujuria, al conocer que su amor está cerca de llegar a la cúspide de placer.

tal cómo él también lo es.

no tiene reparos en preparar y calcular cada uno de sus siguientes movimientos en ella, cualquiera podría llevarla al tope. sus estocadas premeditadas son un poco más lentas, entrando y saliendo, disfrutando cada segundo, sabiendo que es suya y que momentos así, estarían acompañándolo toda su vida, específicamente, ella lo estaría acompañando.

“sos tan linda desmoronándote debajo de mí.” susurra.

pensamientos de cómo es que dijo esas palabras con tanta facilidad llegan a él y sonríe, una sonrisa cargada de todas las posibles emociones que la situación le podría brindar, sigue los gemidos de ella diciendo todo los sinónimos de hermosa que llegan a su mente.

enzo acelera una vez más, moviendo sus caderas contra las de ella con la mayor precisión posible, toma el rostro de la jóven en sus manos. “mírame mientras te corres.” logra decir, muy sumergido en la neblina de placer en la que se encuentran ambos.

ella asiente, diciendo todo tipo de obscenidades, su orgasmo llega de manera abrumadora y suelta un último gran gemido. más respiraciones pesadas le siguen mientras el pelinegro busca también su liberación, ya que su prioridad ya había sido alcanzada. 

luego de lo que parece casi nada, ella siente la carga de semen del mayor bañando sus paredes de forma deliciosa.

“¿fue esto más interesante que el capítulo de tu libro que estabas leyendo?”

“déjame en paz, amor, vamos a limpiarte.” le responde con una sonrisa cansada pero satisfecha.

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writer's note: esto fue, definitivamente más rápido de lo que pensé 😭 si me olvidé de algún tag ¡avísenme!

otra vez, cualquier tipo de feedback es bienvenido :p espero que les guste <3

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bésame

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bilingual!reader, spanish dialogue (its not really translated but all the important parts are explained), rafe learning spanish

rafe sets down his briefcase, toeing off his shoes as his eyes scan the foyer for you, surprised that you don’t come running up to greet him like you normally do when he gets home.

“hola, baby!” he yells out, suddenly hearing a clatter from the kitchen before you stick your head into the hallway.

“hola, amor.” you smile. “just making tamales for dinner.”

“ahh.” rafe nods, the time consuming dish explaining why you were already working in the kitchen, filling the corn husk with ingredients before rolling them up.

“come keep me company?” you smile at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that always has rafe bending and agreeing to anything you ask him. “tell me about your day?”

“of course.” rafe walks the short distance in the hallway, pressing a kiss to your lips, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“missed you.” you hum against his lips. “te amo.”

rafe smiles back at you. he didn't know any spanish besides hola when he first began dating you. “te amo, amor.”

you give him a look, eyes widening slightly as you go back to working on your dish. “that pronunciation was shockingly good, rafey.”

“i may have been practicing a little.” rafe smirks, in truth he's been practicing a lot, working really hard to learn the language for you, even going as far as to hire a native speaker to meet with him on his lunch breaks.

“practicing, eh?” you smile, fingers effortlessly folding the tamale, having done it so many times. “how do you say eat, then?”

“comer.” rafe answers, without even having to think about it.

“¡no me digas!” you gasp in surprise. 

rafe laughs, a faint blush on his cheeks at the look of wonder and excitement in your eyes. “we… i mean uhh… vamos a comer tamales.”

“yes!” you squeal. “we are going to eat tamales!” you have to put the corn husk down, quickly washing your hands before moving over to rafe, touching his cheeks.

“you’re so good, cariño!” you have to get up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. 

“i know that one.” rafe admits with a smile. its one of the first thing he had the instructor teach him, various pet names to call you. “sweetheart or darling. i also know mi vida, mi corazon. i even know princesa and uh..." it takes rafe a second, but the word for soul finally comes back to him, "mi alma."

“oh wow.” you could melt on the spot at the sweet words coming out of rafes mouth, only sounding even better in your natural language. “let me see if you know this one… bésame.”

it takes a second for the words to click, and then rafe smirks down at you, leaning in to press your lips together in a kiss, just like you asked for. his mouth dominates yours, turning your bodies so you’re the one leaning against the counter, trapped between rafes strong arms.

“quiero verte.” you whisper to rafe, tugging on his shirt. “i want to see you.”

rafe quickly pulls the shirt off over his head, his muscles on display for you to rub your hands over.

“how do i say undress me?” rafe asks, moaning lowly when your hands pass over his nipples.

“desvísteme.”

“undress you? okay. bueno.” rafe smirks as you let out a laugh, tricking you into being asked to be undressed. 

you raise your arms up so he can tug your shirt off, eyes widening when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. his hands cup your chest, playing with your tits as he finds his way back to your mouth, tongue running along your lower lip until his thumb swipes over your nipples and makes you gasp, finally allowing him entrance. 

“quiero probarte.” rafe whispers against your lips, your eyes widening when you realize what his words mean, still not used to hearing him speak in spanish. “quiero probarte, baby. can i take your shorts off?” “yeah, yeah.” you nod. you swear you must be dreaming, with rafe saying that he wants to taste you in spanish. you wonder who he asked, who gave him the translation, because as far as you know, the only spanish speaking people he knows is your family members, and while rafe is not easily embarrassed, even that's going too far for him.

rafe tugs at your shorts and underwear, letting them fall to the floor before you’re being lifted up onto the island counter, half-assembled tamales long forgotten as rafe bends, burying his face into your core without any delay.

his tongue laps at your entrance, tasting your juices as they build up. his mouth makes an obscene slurping noise, and you didn’t even realize how wet you’d gotten from hearing him speaking spanish, getting to communicate with him in such a beautiful language that you love so much.

he drags his tongue upward, flicking it against your clit. “te gusta?” rafe asks.

“yeah, yeah i like it!” you answer rafes question, head feeling fuzzy as he goes back to flicking over your clit before circling it teasingly, making you feel every nerve when he drags back over before his tongue finds its way down towards your entrance.

he gathers even more slickness on his tongue before dragging upward, using it as extra lubrication against your clit. he licks at your most sensitive area before tugging your clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

you let out a squeal, reaching down to grip his hair in your hands to hold him in place, pressing his face further into you.

you can feel rafe chuckle against your skin at your clear excitement, but he doesn’t pull away, simply continuing to eat you out as you mumble a few curse words in spanish when his fingers press against your entrance.

hes slow when pressing his digit inside, counter to the speed and intensity of his lips on your clit. when he finally begins to pump it inside and out, your body relaxes, the familiar feeling allowing him to slip a second finger in.

rafe wastes no time scissoring his fingers, clearly needing to open you up quickly to get himself inside.

“fuck!” you shout out. “rafe, rafe, cógeme. cógeme, por favor.” rafe pulls away, looking up at you, clearly having not heard that word before. “fuck me!” you tell him in english, tugging on his hair slightly to encourage him to stand up, to take you.

rafes confusion turns into amusement, his grin spreading as he slowly raises, fingers continuing to thrust inside of you as your hands grab at his pants, undoing them as quickly as you can before shoving them down, rafes hard cock rising.

“tell me the truth, rafe.” you gasp as his fingers pull out, only momentarily feeling the gaping emptiness inside of you until rafes cock takes its place, filling you up effortlessly, the perfect amount of stretch to your walls to bring you the slightest hint of pain, that only increases your pleasure. “who is teaching you this?” “i may have hired someone to help me out on my lunch breaks.” rafe smirks, keeping his cock buried inside of you, your hips moving while sat on the edge of the marble counter, trying to entice him into thrusting. “no promises im ever gonna be fluent, but i figured its the least i could do. for you.”

“oh, rafe.” you feel tears well up into your eyes. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

“te amo.” rafe smiles down at you, your legs wrapping around him next, waiting for the thrusts to begin, but rafe remains still for a few more moments, letting you enjoy the soft, sweet moment.

it lasts as long as rafe can hold himself back until he suddenly pumps forward, hips thrusting up rapidly, glad that the island counter sits at the perfect height for him to fuck you at.

“oh, yes!” you moan out, nails raking down his back. “fuck, feels so good baby.” “yeah, can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me.” rafe moans as well, combined sounds filling the kitchen. 

“don’t know…” you try to get the words out, his cock repeatedly filling you, making you interrupt your sentence with gasps. “don’t know how long i’ll last.”

“yeah? my mouth and cock that good? need to cum already?” rafe loves how easily he can make you cum, how fast he can push you to the edge. it only turns him on more.

“sí.” you nod. “close, papí.”

rafe lets out a groan, his orgasm suddenly close from the use of that single word alone. “call me that again, baby girl.”

“papíííí.” you whine out, rafes hips pushing up, slapping against your skin as an orgasm suddenly forces out of you, cunt pulsating around rafe, pulling his own orgasm free.

“fuck.” you curse, before repeating it in spanish. “joder.”

“god, your pussy is perfect.” rafe says, pressing his lips against your cheek as the last of his cum is milked out. “how do you say that in spanish?” “nnn, i don’t know.” you groan. “my minds not working right now.”

“aww, pobrecita, all fucked out.” rafe laughs, pulling his cock out of you.

“your fault.” you grumble, feeling his cum leaking out onto the counter, but you need at least another minute of rafe holding you close before you care about the mess. “your fault dinner is gonna be late too.” you look at your workstation. “we’ll wash up and then i’ll help you.” rafe offers. “and you can teach me some more words in spanish.”

“fine, but you don’t need to learn any more dirty ones, niño travieso.”

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[maxillness]

FU In My Head || MV33 x Perez!twin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, Google translated Spanish, yearning, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.4k

He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop, but god did it feel so good

Imagining her body while her jerks off, was the worst sin he’s done to date

Imagining it was her hands on his cock on his own

Imagining her mouth on his cock as he comes

Imagine getting fucked by her as he laid in his bed, coming down from his orgasm

It didn’t help she showed up at the garage or motorhome, he couldn’t exactly tell her to leave, he couldn’t actually tell her anything, as he would stutter rapidly every time he caught her scent in his nose

“Good job, Max” She said, coming up behind him, touching his waist softly, making him turn his head towards her

“Thank you” Even just the two words he couldn’t get out, stuttering too much

“You seen my brother?” She leaned her head closer to his ear, the talk of engineers and mechanics filling the motorhome

“He’s in his drivers room” Surprisingly he could get his words out in an understandable voice

“Thank you” She let go of his waist, walking towards Checo’s drivers room

“¿Alguna vez vas a hacer un movimiento?” Are you ever going to make a move?. She slid down the wall of the drivers room as Checo spoke to her in that loving brother tone

“No pienso” I don’t think so. She said taking a sip of the water bottle he had given her

“¿Por qué no? Obviamente le gustas” Why not? He obviously likes you. He sat down on the couch opposite to her, leaning back

“Lo sé, pero quiero ver cuánto tiempo le toma a él mismo hacer el movimiento” I know, but I want to see how long it takes for him to make the move himself. She sighed, putting her head against the wall

“Eso nunca va a pasar y lo sabes” That’s never going to happen, and you know it. He said, chuckling, almost laughing

“Si quiere meteres en mis pantalones, tiene que decirlo él mismo” If he wants to get in my pants, he has to say it himself. She said smiling, sliding her legs up to her chest

“Eres algo tuya” You’re something of yours. She didn’t listen to his comment when she heard small whines from the other side of the door

She knitted her eyebrows together as she listen “Please. Fuck, yes” Followed by a small moan

“¿Qué?” What?. He asked, seeing at her confused eyes

“Nada” Nothing. She looked back up at him, picking another subject to talk about than the previous

She tried focusing on the conversation with her brother, but she could still hear into the room behind her

“Please, fuck. Yes, just like that. Y/N…” The moan that came from his lips indicated he came with her name rolling off his tongue

“¿Quieres que te lleve de regreso al hotel?” Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?. He asked standing up from the couch

“No gracias, primero necesito hacer algo” No thank you, I need to do something first. She said, standing up as well, groaning slightly at the pain in her lower back

She waited until Checo had left before she knocked on Max’ door to his drivers room

He opened the door, his face turning all shades of pink as he saw her standing there with a slight smirk on her lips

“Can I come in?” She asked, thickening her accent purposely, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sank

“S-sure” He said, opening the door wider for her to enter

“Did you have a good wank?” She asked, sitting on the small table in the room, watching the way the blush turned deeper

“Did you hear that?” He asked, almost impossible to hear his words

“All of it, darling” She smiled, crossing her ankles, pushing her chest out, looking at him with eyes filled with filth

“All of it?” His eyes looked into his shoes, hands into his pockets of his jeans

“Get over here, amar” She said, spreading her legs, giving him space to stand in between them

She slowly walked over to her, never once looking up at her. She hooked her finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her

“If you wanna get in my pants, tell me” His hands was placed on either sides of her thighs, too close for him to think straight

“What?” His words were stuck in his throat, hurting to get out

“Tell me. Tell what you’re thinking about when you’re alone” Her hands was placed on his waist, pulling him closer, lips almost making contact

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you need” She said when he didn’t speak

She leaned in, lips so close of any of them spoke, their lips would graze each other

“Please… I want you so bad. Thinking about you every time I’m alone” He almost let out a whimper when their lips touched

“Good boy” She leaned in, their lips colliding.

He kissed back immediately. Her hands went to his jaw, pulling him into a rougher kiss, his own hands coming to rest on her waist

She forced his lips apart with her tongue, making him gasp slightly. He whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against the walls of his cheeks

Her hands traveled from his jaw, down his torso and landed under his shirt, making him shiver at her cold fingers

They only parted when she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it at the ground

She went back to kissing him, but this time at his neck, drawing on low moans from him

“I-i can’t keep- Shit… Quiet” He let out a quite louder moan when she started sucking at his skin softly, making him cover his mouth with his hand

“You fucking better” She got off the table, grabbing his wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth “I don’t know how many people are left” She smiled, guiding him back towards the couch

“Sit” She forced him down on the couch, drawing out a huff from him “Buen chico” Good boy. She said, going down on her knees in front of him

He held his breath as she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through hooded eyes, pure lust in her eyes

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans, his boxers as well, helping him step out of them, throwing them with his shirt

“Tan bonito” So pretty. She said, kissing his inner thighs, making him spread his legs apart, giving her access to scoot in between them

“Please” He pleaded as she grabbed his hips, pulled him closer to the edge, her face just in front his rock hard cock

“Patience, chico” He whined, but it was soon replaced with a moan when she softly licked the tip of his cock “Quiet” She said, voice stern

“Jus’ feels so good” He grabbed the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white from the force as she drove back to lick softly at him

Her nails was digging hardly into his skin, surly making marks for him to see tomorrow, for him to feel tomorrow

He tried keeping his hips still, but he felt the need to buck them once her tongue started swirling around his tip

“Please… Stop teasing” His eyes was shut closed, mouth hanging silently open, head thrown into the back of the couch

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him in, making him hit the back of her throat, gaging around him

He shivered at the vibrations, feeling the pleasure in all of his body. The moan he tried to hold in, came out as a whimper instead

“Please… Feels s’ good” His thighs shook, almost trapping her body between them

She sped up, holding her hair away from her face with one of her hands, the other still roughly around his hip

“Fuck, please… Y/N, please” His words were breathless as he started twitching in her mouth

“‘M close” He managed to keep his sounds at bay, only letting out small whines

Her tongue dragged up his vain as she went up, which pulled him over the edge, whole body shaking as he shot his cum down her throat, barely able to contain his moans

She helped him down from his orgasm before popping off him, swallowing his cum and standing up

“Are you okay, cariño?” She asked, kissing his forehead, the sweat covering her lips

“Mhm. Fine” He opened his eyes, taking her hands and kissing the back of them “Thank you”

“Anytime, bebé” She smiled, helping him getting his clothes back on

[httplilyyy]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: alessia just couldn't contain herself, especially when you spoke in spanish

warnings: smut, swearing, suggestive themes, fingering (r giving), oral (r giving), overstimulation, thigh riding & a shit ton of neck kisses | minors dni

word count: 2.7k

a/n: a big thank you to @ohgrays for letting me use their prompt, i hope i did it justice! and the only word i know in spanish is hola so blame google translate for any of the mistakes :)

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The sound of a door slamming caused you to flinch in your spot. You stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the space where Alessia once stood. Sighing to yourself, you ran a hand through your hair.

Only up until recently had you and Alessia been arguing. After a devastating loss to the Lionesses in the world cup final, your girlfriend's sorrow was made by your victory.

Spain winning the world cup was only the start, soon the pressure of joining Arsenal joined the mix and added onto that, she lived with you.

You didn’t get to spend much time celebrating, instead it was full of arguments and fighting with your girlfriend. It all came into play when she dismissed your hug on the pitch and very quickly made its way back to your house.

Going from skipping meals and sleeping further away in your bed to staying over at a friend's place and ignoring each other completely.

The only times the two of you did talk, ended like this. Another fight. But this wasn't one you were going to let slide.

“Less, open the door.” You said, knocking on your bedroom door but you didn’t get an answer. “Less!”

“You’re everywhere! Jesus, I just want some space.” Alessia shouted as she opened the door, staring at you with anger.

“Oh, I'm everywhere? This is my house too, Alessia.” You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking down at her.

“So what? Fuck off to somewhere else.” Alessia replied, raising her hand up and gesturing to the rest of your house behind you.

“No, we’re talking this out.” You said, standing your ground.

“Absolutely not, now if you will please leave me alone, I’m going to go to Ella’s.” Alessia said, turning around to shut the door on your face.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” You muttered, holding the door open with one hand and walking into your bedroom.

“Fucking hell, y/n! Just leave me alone!” Alessia stressed, her hands tugging at her hair.

“Not until you tell me what I did to make you act like this. Quiero decir, mierda, qué te hice, eh?”

“You really wanna talk this out? Fine, you didn’t deserve to win the world cup!”

“That's what this is about? Fucking hell, Less. I mean what are you trying to say? Que te lo merecías más que yo? That’s low, Less, real fucking low.”

You stared at Alessia, chest heaving up and down, a little hurt that she could think, let alone say, something like that.

“There I said it, you can leave me alone now.” Alessia said, turning around to her wardrobe.

“No no no. No hemos terminado de hablar de esto.” You said, your accent slipping out more due to your anger. “Look at me.”

You stared at Alessia, waiting for her to turn around but she didn't. You moved from your spot and took a hold of her arm, forcing her to turn around and look you in the eye.

“I’m not done.” You whispered in a dangerously low tone.

“I-” Alessia started but before she could stop herself or even comprehend what she was doing, she grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.

You tried to pull away but she turned you around, pushing you against the wall, trapping your body with hers.

She tugged on your hair, her lips moving down to your jaw and trailing their way to your neck. She nipped and sucked on your pulse point causing breathy moans to escape your lips before she slowly pulled away.

“Leave me alone.” Alessia whispered against your lips, pushing you harshly into the wall.

“Wha-?” You were dumbfounded, completely shocked by Alessia’s behaviour.

“I told you I wanted space.” Alessia huffed, moving away from you.

“Pushing me up against a wall and kissing me is your idea of space?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow in question.

“No-”

“No?” You questioned, talking a step towards Alessia only for her to take one back

“I just got frustrated.” Alessia defended, continuing to walk back ‘til the backs of her legs came into contact with your bed.

“Sexually frustrated?” You teased, stopping a few centimetres away from her. “Do I turn you on, Alessia?

You tilted your head to the side, waiting for Alessia’s response but it never came.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” You said, leaning in so your mouth was beside her ear, “te excito, Alessia?”

Alessia let out a small whimper and if you weren't standing so close you wouldn't have heard it.

You leaned in to reconnect your lips once more. The anger and tension merged with Alessia’s desperation and passion perfectly, your lips moving cohesively.

The taste of your tongue was addicting and Alessia couldn’t get enough. She pulled you in, leading to the two of you falling onto your bed.

Placing an arm out to catch your fall, your lips separated causing you to pull back and look into the striker’s eyes. Manoeuvring around slightly, Alessia ended up leaning against the headboard with you sitting on top of her.

The two of you stared into each other's eyes, waiting for either of you to do something. The anticipation finally broke with Alessia’s move, and her hand moved to grab your shirt, pulling you closer. With your hand at her abdomen, Alessia moved her palm to the back of your neck.

As your lips moved desperately against each other, Alessia's hands trailed down to your waist, where she gripped tightly and pulled you towards her. Letting out a small groan against her mouth, you continued to rock your hips with Alessia’s guidance.

“Shit, Less.” You whispered, letting your head fall onto her shoulder.

“Am I making you feel good?” She questioned, increasing the pace of your hips.

You nodded against her, not being able to form words as you felt your stomach contract with each roll of your hips.

“Use your words baby.”

“Tan buena, mi amor. Asi- so good.”

“Fuck.” Alessia mumbled.

You started to place kisses at the base of Alessia’s neck causing her to tilt her head back, allowing you more access. Hungrily devouring at her neck, you were spurred on by the small whines that left her mouth.

"More." Alessia begged, hand tangling itself in your hair and pushing your face further into her neck, keeping a firm grip on you to ensure you didn't pull away.

Smiling ever so slightly, with one last rut of your hips the pleasure you were feeling all came down onto you like a tidal wave, crashing over you again and again.

You placed one last kiss to Alessia's neck before moving to be face to face. Resting your hands on her shoulders, Alessia kept hers on your waist. You trailed one hand up to her cheek, your thumb grazing over her features.

Alessia’s eyes met yours with a darkened intensity, your thumb tracing over her bottom lip. The blonde striker parted her lips ever so slightly allowing you to carefully slip your thumb between her lips.

You completed the action slowly, leaning forward to intensify the emotions. You watched on with a grin which slowly turned into a smirk, feeling the warmth of Alessia’s mouth around the pad of your thumb.

Your thumb left her mouth, and a new feeling was in the air. Whilst your thumb remained on Alessia’s bottom lip, you dragged it downward slowly.

With Alessia’s jaw in your hand, you took the silence to be an invitation. You tilted Alessia upward, leaning over just slightly to connect your lips. Although the kiss was perfect, the two of you couldn't help but want more out of it, aching and hungry.

With Alessia’s bottom lip latched in yours, you led the kiss, increasing the tension and emotions with every movement. Your other hand found itself tangled in her hair, tugging gently to pull a reaction out of her.

"Y/n, please." Alessia whimpered against your lips.

"Please what?" You wondered, pulling back from her slightly, a smirk tugging at your lips, "words, baby."

"Touch me. I want you so bad, please." She begged, bucking her hips up, desperate to find some friction.

"How do you want me?" You asked, voice slightly raspy with arousal.

"Fingers, mouth, anything. I just want you." Alessia was desperate at this point, her sexual frustration becoming too much to handle.

"How 'bout both?" You questioned as you trailed kisses down her body.

Lifting her shirt up, you pulled it off her body along with her bra. Your hands moved from Alessia’s waist to her stomach, to her ribs and then to her breasts. You internally beamed when you noticed that her nipples were hardening under your touch.

You leaned down and placed a kiss in the valley of Alessia’s breasts causing her to suck in a sharp breath as she waited to see what your next move would be. You distributed kisses along her neck and collarbone before Alessia finally felt your lips meet her nipple.

One hand lightly massaged her left breast whilst your mouth went to the other, alternating between the two. Alessia’s back arched at your touch as you continued your actions. You left marks everywhere on her chest as she held onto you, her nails digging onto any skin that she could find.

Slowly moving your hands from her breasts, they trailed down to her thighs. A loud gasp emits from her lips as you squeeze at her legs, slowly pulling down her shorts.

Your next kiss is on her inner thigh, not the teasing kind despite the placement. It's open mouthed and messy, your mouth trailing from the sensitive skin towards your much anticipated destination.

Your fingers drift down, fiddling with the hem of Alessia’s panties before teasing her from the outside. Your fingers lightly running over the underwear, a noticeable wet patch showing through the fabric.

Whines and begs slipped from Alessia’s mouth, pleas for you to touch her. But, you stop your movements, looking at her dead in the eyes.

"What do you want? Say it, use your words." You demand, watching Alessia so closely she could come just from your gaze.

"Please, y/n… I want you to touch me."

The satisfied smirk on your face made Alessia want to punch you, but her desperation overtook her urges.

"Where, bebé? Here? Or...” You slide your hand from her breats down to her pussy at an agonisingly slow but teasing pace, "here?"

Alessia whines at your words, nodding.

"Why are you nodding? I said to use your words." You repeated.

"You know what I want." Alessia moaned out.

You huffed but slowly slipped her undies off, watching as the wet material stuck to her pussy before sliding off completely. Moving yourself down, placing your head between her thighs.

You kissed Alessia’s clit, causing an erotic moan to leap from her swollen lips. Your tongue worked its usual magic; sucking, kissing, rolling- Alessia’s eyes began to water, the feeling of you inside her causing her build up to come much faster than usual.

The way you moved had her crying out into the air, begging for you to let her cum.

"What do you want?" You asked, using your hands to hold down her hips.

"Please, y/n! Shit, please let me cum." Alessia moaned, fingers tugging at the roots of your hair.

When you began to feel her clenching around your tongue, you picked up your pace, only stopping to whisper breathy praises into her, using your thumb to stimulate her clit.

"Y/n, I'm not gonna last long,” Alessia managed to get out, hands gripping onto anything they could find.

“Cum for me.” You said, and it wasn’t long before Alessia’s body was convulsing around your head, her legs shaking as you rode her through her orgasm.

You began to place gentle kisses on her clit but Alessia pushed you away, squirming as she tried to come down from her high.

“No, stop, I'm too sensitive.” Alessia mumbled, trying to pull you up so you were face to face.

“Okay, okay. Lo siento.” You said, kissing your way back up to Alessia’s face.

You propped yourself up with one arm, the other, brushing strands of hair out of Alessia’s face. Her neck, chest and inner thighs were covered in dark hickies, and you knew she would kill you for that tomorrow.

You watched as her breathing came back to normal, the striker staring at you through hooded eyes. Taking in her appearance, her eyes were dilated, her cheeks coated pink and her lips were swollen. But to you, she couldn't look any more beautiful. Especially in this blissed out state.

You distributed kisses along her neck and collarbone, ever so slightly moving your hand down her side and back to her clit. Alessia’s body jolted at your touch, the striker letting out a loud whine at the feeling.

“One more, just one more, mi amour. That’s all.” You said, kissing just below her ear.

Alessia’s fingers thread through your hair once again as she feels you run a thumb vertically all the way over her slick folds. Her eyes slammed closed and her head thumped back into the pillow as you slid a finger inside her.

Pulling your face up, Alessia kept her hands on your cheeks as the two of you kissed fervently. Biting on your lower lip, the blonde pulled away slightly, just so your noses were touching.

"Fuck that feels so good." Alessia moaned.

You chuckled as she kissed you, trying to conceal her moan when you added a second finger. Bucking her hips up into your hand, Alessia’s breathing quickly picked up in pace as the stimulation became greater.

A ripple of pleasure soared through Alessia’s body, making her tilt her head further back into the pillow. You curled your fingers and they hit a spot causing Alessia to elicit a loud and uncontrollable moan. You pulled them out and repeated the action again, continuously getting the same reaction.

Her moans continued to get louder and louder at the feeling of you and with every curl of your fingers Alessia thrusted her hips forward to meet you. Alessia felt incredible and the added sensation of your palm pressing against her clit was heavenly, causing her stomach muscles to contract and her legs begin to shake.

Her breaths began to become more uneven and shaky with each passing second. Her muscles tightening around your fingers as you push them into her over and over again. Moans and curse words tumbled from her lips as she was begging you not to stop.

One hand gripped your shoulder and her fingernails dug harshly into your back through your top whilst the other gripped the bed sheet beside her.

“Come on beautiful, cum for me.” You mumbled into her neck, nipping harshly against her pulse point.

Your encouragement seemed to be the only thing she needed to tip her over the edge as with a final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the bed with her eyes screwed shut and her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her.

“You okay?” You questioned, looking down at Alessia’s blissed out state.

“Yeah, just calming down.”

“Let me go get you some water.” You said, moving to get off her.

“No,” Alessia said quickly, reaching a hand out to grab yours, “just stay with me for a little bit.”

You gave her a small smile, moving to lay beside her. Once you were in a comfortable position, Alessia soon cuddled up into your side.

“M’sorry for lashing out earlier.” Alessia mumbled into your shoulder, her fingers playing with the hem of your top.

“It’s okay. But for next time d’you think we can talk it through? Instead of having sex to work things out?”

“Yeah, and I'm sorry I didn't mean it.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” You smiled softly, gently massaging her scalp. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

[deepinsideyourbeing]

Tiempo - Enzo Vogrincic

+18! SoftDom!Enzo. Age gap, creampie, (posible) dacrifilia, dirty talk, fingering, (breves descripciones de) girly!reader, innocence kink (implícito), sexo oral, sexo sin protección. Uso de español rioplatense (y mucho texto, sorry).

Enzo recuerda la primera vez que te vio.

Llevaba ya un tiempo preguntándose quién había ocupado el departamento que dejó cuando terminó su última relación e intentando a su vez sepultar el pensamiento para no recordar nada que tuviera que ver con aquellos momentos, pero luego comprendió que su curiosidad poco tenía que ver con los fantasmas que creía ver en el edificio al que regresó.

Era la tarde de un aburrido sábado y él deambulaba por el corredor con su cámara en las manos, intentando encontrar el ángulo perfecto para capturar la luz del sol iluminando su puerta. Entre tantos viajes decidió recostarse sobre las cerámicas de su hogar, perdiéndose en la oscuridad y conteniendo la respiración hasta que la imagen que vio a través del lente logró convencerlo.

Tus zapatos arruinaron la fotografía.

Se apartó de la cámara con una expresión de disgusto dibujándose en su rostro y un sonido mitad frustración-mitad enojo dejando sus labios, aunque dichas emociones se esfumaron cuando alzó la vista y encontró tus ojos observándolo desde la puerta. Se reincorporó y permaneció sobre sus rodillas, con una extraña sensación recorriéndolo al mirarte.

-Hola.

-Hola- le sonreíste-. Enzo, ¿no?

-Sí. ¿Vos sos…?

Te presentaste con cierta timidez, confesando que sólo te detuviste porque te asustó ver la puerta abierta y aclarando también que en el tiempo que llevabas allí jamás habías tenido oportunidad de presenciar tal fenómeno. Se declaró culpable con una sonrisa y abandonó su posición.

-Vos vivías ahí, ¿no?- señalaste tu puerta y él asintió-. ¿Y por qué volviste?

Cruzó sus brazos sobre su pecho e hizo un gesto de indiferencia.

-Me gusta este lugar. Y tengo muchos recuerdos con mis gatos.

-Menos la lámpara- arqueó una ceja-. Una lámpara con rasguños, ¿la querés…?

-Era mía- apretó los labios-. Pero no, no la quiero, gracias.

-Bueno…- dijiste, alejándote lentamente de su puerta-. Fue un gusto.

Pero él no podía permitir que te fueras.

-¿Te molesta si subo la foto…? Te puedo etiquetar.

Y de pronto no había lugar en el que no se encontraran… Ya fuera en el parque a medio kilómetro de distancia o la vieja tienda de libros en el centro de la ciudad, sus caminos se entrelazaban y siempre emprendían juntos el regreso a casa. En alguna que otra ocasión se detenían a comprar alguna bebida –un simple espresso para Enzo y para vos una bebida con nombre e ingredientes que él no podría pronunciar-, flores o sólo para acariciar gatos del barrio.

Los no-tan-breves intercambios durante las caminatas se convirtieron en charlas interminables que tenían lugar en su cocina o en tu sala de estar. Allí Enzo descubrió por fin el misterio de la playlist que reproducías todos los sábados por las noches, el nombre de las canciones que no lograba encontrar y por qué decidiste no colocar tu apellido en el timbre de la entrada, entre otros detalles con los que completó el puzzle que era para él tu persona.

Recuerda también el día en que pediste su ayuda para decidir cómo decorar la sala para tu cumpleaños, comentándole que organizarías una pequeña reunión con tus amigas e invitándolo a acompañarte luego de preguntar por su agenda. Observó por un largo rato los productos que le señalabas en la pantalla de tu laptop y luego recordó preguntar:

-¿Y cuántos años cumplís?

-Veintidós… ¿De qué te reís?

-Dale- insistió entre risas-. Decime.

-Veintidós, Enzo.             

Su sonrisa se esfumó y se desplomó contra los cojines del sofá, notando en ese entonces que sus jeans rozaban tus muslos. No pareciste notar su reacción o decidiste ignorarla, pero poco podía importarle aquello cuando la voz en su cabeza gritaba que había cometido un error. Cuando se despidió besó tu mejilla con cierta reticencia e hizo un esfuerzo para no voltear antes de cerrar su puerta.

Aquella noche lo encontró en vela. Contó ovejas hasta aburrirse, el té caliente que debía ayudar quemó su lengua y ningún programa en la televisión llamaba su atención el tiempo suficiente; releyó conversaciones, fingió tener la intención de borrar todas tus fotos y tu contacto, juró romper las notitas que dejaste cuando regaste sus plantas durante su último viaje. Gritó y maldijo contra la almohada a sabiendas de que no sería capaz de hacer esas cosas.

Pensó en todas las señales que pasó por alto: algunas de tus prendas y los moños en el cabello, los cuales creyó parte de la reciente y creciente aceptación de la feminidad, las bromas y referencias que no comprendiste, parte del contenido que consumías en redes y que habías compartido con él. Sin ir más lejos, había visto la forma en que interactuabas con otros habitantes del edificio o cómo huías descaradamente (cosa que él envidiaba) para evitarlos.

Todas las mañanas al despertar juraba frente al espejo que era el último día, que pondría fin a lo-que-fuera que estaban haciendo con vos y que era la decisión más sensata para protegerte… Pero entonces recibía un mensaje tuyo deseándole un buen día o te veía regando tus plantas, todavía en pijama y un tanto despeinada, y decidía que podía permitirse unas últimas veinticuatro horas disfrutando de tu compañía.

Fue en una de esas tardes que acabaste sobre su regazo mientras él guiaba tus movimientos. Sólo unas capas de tela separaban tu piel de la suya y eso fue probablemente lo único que pudo lograr que se detuviera a tiempo… Bueno, eso y el hecho de que horas atrás le habías enseñado una página donde se apreciaban fotografías tomadas de tu cuenta de Instagram y el artículo que regalaba detalles sobre tu vida.

Con sus manos aún sobre tu cadera, tal vez un poco más por debajo de lo aceptable, Enzo te obligó a detenerte y fingió no notar el hilo de saliva que conectaba sus labios con los tuyos. Tu respiración era agitada, tus párpados parecían pesar con los vestigios del placer que te arrebató y podía ver tus pezones erectos a través del adorable top floreado que llevabas puesto, pero por muy tentadora que fuera la imagen no podía permitir que cometieran una equivocación.

Acomodaste tu cabello, nerviosa.

-¿Hice algo…?

-No- se apresuró a contestar y besó tu mejilla-. Pero no podemos.

Un sonido dejó tu garganta y tus labios fueron incapaces de contenerlo. Cuando te arrojaste sobre el sofá abrazaste tus piernas, ignorando que la posición había desacomodado tu ropa y dejaba al descubierto tu lencería humedecida. Enzo apartó la mirada y tomó un par de respiraciones profundas, su mano acariciando tu tobillo para ofrecerte consuelo.

-¿Por qué?

-Porque sos muy chica para mí.

-¿De verdad importa?- asintió-. Es que pensé… No pensé que podía gustarte.

-Y yo no pensé que eras diez años menor.

-Nueve- corregiste-. ¿Y entonces...? ¿Por qué estábamos…?

-Porque soy un imbécil.

-Y… sí.

-Creo que tendríamos que… no sé, evitar vernos por un tiempo- lo miraste confundida y él señaló tu celular-. Si te ven conmigo van a hacer y decir esas cosas, es así. Perdón.

-Pero acá no nos ven- intentaste razonar con él.

-Los vecinos sí.

Ambos comprendieron en ese momento lo que significaba evitar verse por un tiempo. Tu labio inferior temblaba mientras hacías un esfuerzo para contener el llanto y cuando Enzo se estiró para acariciar tu mejilla apartaste su mano, te pusiste de pie y te dirigiste hacia la entrada.

-Andate- te aclaraste la garganta-. Andate, Enzo.

Abandonó tu hogar sin atreverse a mirarte a los ojos y la mañana siguiente no se acercó para dejarte la copia de sus llaves ni para reclamar la manta que había caído en tu sofá durante su visita el día anterior. Dejó el edificio con prisas, temiendo que ante el mínimo retraso ambos pudieran encontrarse y él se viera obligado a pensar todavía más en todo lo que hizo mal.

Jamás se había sentido tan ansioso en un avión… Por lo menos no en uno real.

Se arrepintió en ese momento y durante una semana sus conocidos parecieron tratarlo como si fuera un frágil adorno de cristal, aunque no lograba comprender si se debía al evidente estado anímico que arrastraba junto con su maleta o al mal genio que dejaba entrever cuando todas las entrevistas y eventos diarios comenzaban a abrumarlo.

En algún momento comenzó a sentir que había cometido un crimen.

Empeoró cuando lo bloqueaste en todas tus redes. Y cuando los periodistas no dejaban de preguntar si estaba soltero, si tenía novia, si podían saber tu nombre; cuando alguien difundió fotografías que habías subido a tus historias luego de que configuraras tu cuenta como privada, cuando notaron que la lámpara en tu sala era la misma que se apreciaba en viejas publicaciones en su feed, cuando señalaron que tu sala era también la misma sala que él posteó en ocasiones.

Se arrepintió entonces, por supuesto que se arrepintió. Y también se arrepiente ahora, aunque no puede precisar si su arrepentimiento es producto de haberte arrastrado al circo mediático que lo rodea o si se debe a la distancia que los separa. Tampoco sabe qué duele más.

El taxi se detiene en la puerta del edificio y al bajarse lo sorprende el característico sonido del cristal haciéndose pedazos bajo sus pies. Se aparta rápidamente y observa la lámpara destrozada en la acera durante unos segundos, sus ojos ardiendo cuando finge que chequea las suelas de sus zapatillas en caso de que el dolor que siente provenga de una herida.

Arrastra su cuerpo hasta entrar en el elevador y presiona el botón. Odiaría quedarse atrapado o sentirse encerrado como sucedió en el avión, pero está demasiado cansado y prefiere evitar el tramo de escaleras. Toma una respiración profunda antes de abandonar las paredes metálicas y se apresura hacia su puerta, sus manos temblando mientras introduce la llave en la cerradura.

Suelta su maleta de inmediato cuando nota las hojas marchitas de las plantas en su sala, el único sobreviviente de su ausencia siendo el cactus que dejaste allí la última vez que lo visitaste. Pasa una mano por su rostro antes de abrir las puertas del balcón, las ventanas de su habitación y por último las de la cocina, las cuales permiten que a sus oídos llegue la música que suena en tu departamento.

Revisa el calendario. Recuerda la foto de tus zapatos. Respira.

El reloj da las nueve cuando alguien toca tu puerta. Estás sola con tus pensamientos hace horas y te parece un tanto extraño ya que tus amigas te habrían enviado un mensaje en caso de haberse olvidado alguna de sus pertenencias, pero de todas formas echás un rápido vistazo a la cocina y la sala en busca de cualquier objeto que reconozcas como ajeno.

Cuando abrís la puerta te encontrás con Enzo esperando del otro lado, un ramo de flores en una mano y un regalo mal envuelto bajo el brazo: permanecés inmóvil a la espera de una explicación lógica a su presencia y él, que no deja de mirarte a los ojos, contiene la respiración preparado para que lo eches. Te hacés a un lado para dejarlo pasar.

-Esos son regalos para mí, ¿no? Porque si no me trajiste un regalo te tenés que ir.

El tono pasivo-agresivo de tu broma lo obliga a tragarse su risa y se planta en medio de tu sala.

-Te tengo que pedir perdón.

-En eso estamos de acuerdo- cruzás tus brazos sobre tu pecho-. ¿Y por qué, exactamente?

-Por todo.

Tomás asiento en el sofá y Enzo ocupa el otro extremo, manteniendo cierta distancia que para ambos resulta abismal. Coloca el ramo de flores sobre la mesita de café y también la caja, luego pasa sus manos por su pantalón una y otra vez, nervioso e inquieto como jamás lo habías visto. Te gustaría poder consolarlo pero aún te sentís herida y tu corazón latiendo en tus oídos no te permite pensar con claridad.

-Sé más específico.

 -Primero me gustaría pedirte perdón por lo de tus fotos.

-No es tu culpa- negás-. De verdad, no sos responsable.

-Entonces te quiero pedir perdón por haber sido un pelotudo…- acorta la distancia entre ambos-. Sé que lo que hice estuvo muy mal, tendría que haberme quedado para que pudiéramos hablar bien y no tendría que haberme ido sin despedirme o prometer que íbamos a aclararlo cuando volviera. Seguro estás enojada y tenés todo el derecho del mundo, pero te pido que me dejes explicarte.

Suspirás y hacés un gesto para que te dé un momento. Buscás refugio en la cocina para ocultar tus lágrimas y deshacerte de la horrible sensación de opresión en tu pecho, colocando un par de cupcakes en unos pequeños platos de porcelana pintada que recibiste por la tarde. Estás a punto de voltear para regresar a la sala, pero la presencia de Enzo a tus espaldas es evidente.

-Perdón- susurra, tomando ambos platos para dejarlos sobre el mármol y poder sostener tus manos-. Sé que dije que sos muy chica para mí, pero sólo lo dije porque no me gustaría que en algún momento…

-¿Qué?

-No me gustaría que dejes de ser como sos sólo para encajar conmigo, que te pierdas de esas experiencias que yo ya viví, no me gustaría que la gente nos mire y piense “Ah, sí, ahí van Enzo y la nena”, no…

-No sos como DiCaprio, Enzo- te liberás de su agarre-. ¿De verdad te importa tanto lo que piensen los demás? Porque yo juraría que normalmente no sos así.

-¿Vos leíste todo lo que dijeron sobre nosotros? Tenés que entender.

-¿Entender qué…? ¿Por qué creés que hacíamos algo incorrecto?

-Porque yo ya sé muchas cosas que a vos te faltan aprender.

-Podés enseñarme- apoyás las manos en su pecho y sentís que tiembla bajo tus dedos-. Me dijiste todo lo que no te gustaría, ¿por qué ahora no me decís lo que sí te gusta?

Toma tu mano y besa tus nudillos.

-Me gustás vos, pero no sé si te merezco- cubre de besos tu palma antes de llevarla a su mejilla-. Perdón, chiquita, te juro que voy a encontrar la manera de…

-Podemos seguir donde nos quedamos- sugerís. Tus mejillas arden.

Enzo rodea tu cintura con sus manos y sus pulgares trazan figuras sobre tu ropa.

-¿Estás segura?- asentís.

Ataca tus labios con una delicadeza brutal, su desesperación evidente en los gemidos que dejan su garganta y en la urgencia con la que comienza a frotarse contra tu abdomen; entre besos y roces toma tu muñeca y te arrastra en dirección a tu habitación, deteniéndose sólo al ver su manta en tu cama deshecha. Cuando evitás su mirada toma tu mentón entre sus dedos.

-No te voy a dejar sola nunca más- besa tu frente-. Nunca.

Te ayuda a recostarte en la cama y se posiciona sobre tu cuerpo con cuidado. Comienza a besarte, su mano acariciando tu cintura con movimientos suaves que le permiten estudiar tus reacciones y sus labios delineando tu mandíbula, tu cuello y tus clavículas hasta hacerte estremecer.

Se aleja por un segundo para observar tu expresión y se siente casi orgulloso del efecto que tienen en vos sus besos. Vuelve a acercarse a tu boca y tus brazos rodean su cuello para acortar toda distancia entre sus cuerpos, tus piernas abrazando su cintura para poder sentir la evidencia de su excitación contra tu centro. Comienza a rozarte por sobre la ropa y se deleita al oír tus gemidos, tímidos al principio y desesperados con el pasar de los minutos.

-¿Puedo?- pregunta al deslizar sus dedos entre la cintura de tu pantalón y tu piel. Asentís-.  Necesito palabras.

-Sí, sí podés.

-Muy bien- te sonríe y tira de la prenda hasta lograr deshacerse de ella. Observa los tiernos detalles de tu ropa interior pero lo que más llama su atención es la mancha de humedad en el centro. Comienza a deslizar sus dedos sobre la tela y jadeás-. ¿Querés que te toque?

-Sí.

Es adictiva la manera en que reaccionás a sus caricias y se siente casi cruel al preguntar:

-¿Dónde?

Cerrás los ojos, avergonzada, y presiona sobre tu entrada aún cubierta.

-Ahí.

-¿Acá?- repite el movimiento y gemís. Se acerca a tu rostro y besa tus labios-. Perdón, bebé, es que sos muy linda…

El temblor que te recorre hace que se apiade y te despoja de la última prenda que lo separa de tu intimidad. Se arroja sobre el colchón y besa tus muslos con algo similar a la devoción mientras te observa desde su lugar tal como lo hizo la tarde en que se conocieron. Arrastra sus labios sobre tu piel hasta acercarse peligrosamente a tus pliegues y tu entrada brillante.

El primer beso te hace gritar y mientras sus labios te recorren de arriba abajo Enzo aparta la mano que cubre tu boca. Su lengua caliente y experta juega con tu entrada, se introduce en ella y realiza pequeños movimientos hasta sentir que tus dedos se enredan en su cabello para acercarlo aún más, alejarlo y también guiarlo en busca de más placer.

Las yemas de sus dedos recogen tu excitación y frota tus pliegues para lubricarlos. Cuando se detiene brevemente sobre tu clítoris para dibujar círculos estos arrancan un sinfín de sonidos incomprensibles de tus labios y Enzo sonríe complacido contra tu piel ardiente.

Introduce un dedo muy, muy lentamente en tu interior y suspira cuando siente tus paredes contrayéndose hasta prácticamente succionar el dígito en tu interior: gira su muñeca y curva su dedo hasta hallar tu punto dulce, obteniendo un gemido casi pornográfico como recompensa.

Comienza a abusar de tu sensibilidad y no decide si prefiere ver la forma en que te retorcés sobre las sábanas o tus fluidos haciendo brillar tu piel y deslizándose hasta manchar su manta. Intenta obtener algo de fricción, frotándose desesperado contra el colchón y capturando tu clítoris entre sus labios para acallar sus propios gemidos.

Desliza en tu interior otro dedo y te oye quejarte segundo cuando tus paredes oponen resistencia, pero pronto tus gemidos cobran más y más intensidad y movés tu cadera para encontrar sus movimientos. Otro dedo le sigue y cuando sollozás Enzo se pregunta cuántas noches pasaste tocándote en soledad, tus manos incapaces de darte el placer que él logra brindarte en este momento.

Una serie de balbuceos -entre los cuales cree distinguir su nombre- son la única advertencia que ofrecés antes de alcanzar un orgasmo que arquea tu espalda y provoca que arañes las sábanas al intentar aferrarte de algo que te ayude a tolerar el placer. Enzo prolonga tu orgasmo hasta sentir que los espasmos dejan de sacudir tu cuerpo y ver que tu respiración agitada se regula.

Se recuesta a tu lado para poder apreciar tu rostro de cerca y besa tu mejilla.

-Feliz cumpleaños- dice contra tu piel-. ¿Querés más?

 -Todo- asentís-. Quiero…

Se deja caer contra la almohada.

-Si lo hacés no voy a aguantar- lamenta-. Pero…

-Sí- te apresurás a decir-. ¿Y puedo intentar más tarde?

Besa la comisura de tus labios y emite un sonido de afirmación.

Se desnuda bajo tu atenta mirada y regresa a su lugar entre tus piernas. Descansa su peso sobre un brazo y acaricia su miembro, jugando con su punta brillante y suspirando sobre tu cuerpo sólo para tentarte más. Juega con tu clítoris, se desliza entre tus pliegues y te hace delirar posándose sobre tu entrada una y otra vez.

-¿Segura?

-Segura- acariciás su mejilla.

Aunque el ardor de la penetración te resulta placentero esto no evita que un par de lágrimas se deslicen por tus mejillas cuando agachás la mirada para ver la escena entre tus piernas. Enzo es grande y las venas que lo recorren parecen gritar pidiendo que tus dedos las acaricien, pero tus manos acaban sobre su pecho desnudo y tus uñas dejan marcas en su piel al sentir que alcanza los lugares más profundos en tu interior.

-Enzo…- temblás y su pulgar comienza a dibujar círculos en tu clítoris para calmarte.

-Ya sé, bebé, ya sé…

-Más, por favor.

Mueve sus caderas con suavidad para no herirte y arroja la cabeza hacia atrás, incapaz de contenerse ante el placer que siente y esforzándose por no perder el control. Abandona tu interior hasta que sólo la punta permanece dentro de tu cuerpo, que suplica contrayéndose deliciosamente, y cuando vuelve a introducirse lo hace de una sola estocada.

-Más, Enzo, más.

Acelera el ritmo y jura que podría morir en esa posición, con tu calidez abrazándolo y tus gritos opacando cualquier sonido que pudiera llegar a sus oídos. Se deja caer sobre sus codos y busca tus labios, embargado por la necesidad de besarte hasta olvidar cualquier pensamiento que no seas vos.

Su mano se desliza bajo tu camiseta hasta llegar a uno de tus pechos, masajeándolo y girando tu pezón entre sus dedos hasta que tus dientes muerden su labio inferior. Rompe el beso para poder observar las expresiones que transforman tu rostro cuando comienza a profundizar sus movimientos, el vaivén de sus caderas permitiendo que su pelvis estimule también tu clítoris.

-Ahí...

-¿Sí, acá te gusta?- la pregunta es casi retórica. Sin esperar confirmación comienza a atacarte con embestidas que te hacen delirar, su punta golpeando tu cérvix y sus movimientos provocando que tu cuerpo se mueva sobre las sábanas de manera casi violenta.

Tus pestañas brillan con las lágrimas que nublan tu visión y Enzo besa el rastro que estas dejan mientras se pregunta si alguna vez alguien logró hacerte llorar de placer, si te aferraste con tanta fuerza al cuerpo de otra persona para no perder la cabeza por la intensidad de las sensaciones… Sabe que no y los músculos de su abdomen se tensan peligrosamente al pensarlo.

Hace una breve pausa para recuperarse y acaricia tu rostro antes de manipular tu cuerpo con facilidad, recostándose contra las almohadas y posicionándote sobre su cuerpo. Puede apreciar en tu rostro tus dudas, por lo que te toma por el cuello para poder acercarte a él y besar tus labios de manera casi voraz.

Colocás tus manos sobre su pecho y comenzás a rozar tus pliegues sobre su miembro húmedo y brillante por los fluidos de ambos, un hilo de saliva cayendo de tus labios cuando bajás la vista para apreciar la imagen entre tus piernas.

Te cuesta creer que lo que sucede es real y que Enzo está con vos en todos los sentidos, más aún cuando humedece su pulgar -como si hacerlo fuera necesario- con la saliva que moja tus labios y lo lleva hacia tu clítoris.

-Enzo, no, me voy a…- intentás advertirle pero tus palabras sólo parecen motivarlo más. Gritás-. Es mucho…

-Hacelo.

Temblás y Enzo te empuja con su cadera hasta que el ángulo le permite volver a penetrarte. La intensidad de los estímulos sacude tu cuerpo y de tu garganta surge un sonido agudo cuando te golpea otro orgasmo que blanquea tu visión y te obliga a arañar su abdomen.

Tus movimientos se apagan gradualmente y las manos de Enzo acarician tu cintura, tu cadera, tus muslos y cualquier centímetro de piel que sus ojos ven. Su miembro palpita en tu interior mientras te recuperás de tu orgasmo, algún que otro espasmo atravesándote y una capa de tus fluidos haciendo brillar tus pliegues, tus muslos y también su abdomen.

La escena es terriblemente obscena y te sentís avergonzada al ver el desastre, pero Enzo no permite que te disculpes y te rodea con sus brazos para aprisionarte contra su pecho. Besa tu cuello y tus paredes se contraen sobre su miembro, tu cuerpo aún sensible rogando por más.

Llenás su hombro de besos y susurrás contra su piel.

-Adentro.

Un gemido resuena en su garganta al oírte y toma impulso con sus pies para volver a asaltar tu interior. Su miembro parece rozar cada fibra de tu ser y la habitación se llena con los sonidos de su piel colisionando con la tuya y tus sollozos cuando decide lamer y morder tu cuello. Mantiene en tu cadera un agarre lo suficientemente fuerte para dejar huellas.

Dejás caer tu frente sobre su hombro, rendida al sentir el cosquilleo entre tus piernas. Enzo tira de tu cabello para obligarte a mirarlo.

-¿Querés que te llene la conchita…?- asentís-. ¿Sí…?

-Sí, por favor.

Tu expresión es patética, pero Enzo cree que es tierna la forma en que tus cejas se curvan y tu boca entreabierta le permite ver tus dientes y tu lengua. Captura tus labios entre los suyos y jura que puede saborear su orgasmo en la forma en que permitís que invada el interior de tu boca.

Sus estocadas son frenéticas y erráticas y sus uñas marcan tu piel. Ahoga un gemido contra tus labios y en medio de la desesperación rompe el beso, mordiendo tu mejilla cuando su liberación mancha tus paredes hasta hacerte lloriquear.

Te abraza con más fuerza mientras las últimas gotas de su semen llenan tu interior y besa las marcas de sus dientes en tu rostro.

-Ahora sos mía.

Gemís en respuesta.

-Y vos sos mío- decís con voz temblorosa-. Para siempre.

-Para siempre, sí- jura, tomando tu mano para besar tus nudillos, tu palma y tus dedos, deteniéndose sobre estos cuando ve tu expresión de dolor-. ¿Qué te pasó acá?

-Estaba limpiando y se rompió tu lámpara. Perdón.

-No me pidas perdón. Nunca- vuelve a besar tu mejilla y te sonríe-. Creo que te va a gustar tu regalo.

-¿Cuál…?

-El que dejamos en la sala.

-Ah, sí- soltás una risa.

-¿Qué te parece si nos damos una ducha y terminamos de celebrar tu cumpleaños juntos?- propone-. Podemos pedir algo para comer y ver una película.

-Quiero quedarme así un ratito- descansás tu mejilla contra su piel caliente-. ¿Enzo…?

-¿Qué pasa, bebé?

-Te quiero.

La fuerza de su abrazo amenaza con dejarte sin respiración.

-Yo también te quiero. Mucho- toma tu mentón entre sus dedos para llamar tu atención-. ¿Puedo ser tu novio…?

Espero hayan disfrutado la lectura ♡

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hermanda god bless u por tan tremendo smut con Pipe, ¿para cuándo otro? 😝😝

yo te espero todo lo que quieras

OSCARS | Felipe Otaño

tw: Lector Femenino x Felipe Otaño. MUCHA sobre estimulación, cría de semen, hablando con groserías y apodos “papi” “bebé”, bebiendo coño, dedos, masturbarse, oral f/m. Sexo sin protección. (por favor léelo bajo tu responsabilidad)

Quiero aclarar que los diálogos son en argentina pero mi narración es latina.

También que perdón mi inactividad, me tomó mucho el tiempo para hacerlo mejor posible, ojalá les guste, comenten. Si hay algún error por favor dímelo.

Finalmente, la película está por todos lados, dándose a conocer por todos como ganadora de un oscar.

Felipe estaba celebrando con sus amigos, cuando le llega una notificación de ella.

Felipe salió de ahí en fa, necesitaba ir con su novia. Realmente su mensaje lo dejó con la pija paradisima, si de por sí ya había pensado en el buen premio que sería la boca de su princesa en su polla. La necesita y se lo merece.

Llegó a su habitación en menos de los 15 minutos y no estaba en la sala, por lo que caminó a su cuarto y ahí te encontrabas, acostada en la cama viendo la televisión, él se acercó a ti no sin antes cerrar la puerta. Tomó el control remoto de tus manos, presionó el botón rojo y aventó el control sin dejar de verte. Comenzó a besarte mientras que tú te acomodabas en la cama.

Mi amor, ya me necesitas, verdad? - Preguntas con una voz tan excitante, que solo hace que se le pare más.

Chúpamela, solo chúpamela - Felipe dice sin más.

El se aparta de ella y se sienta en la esquina de la cama, tu te paras frente a el, y lo tomas del cuello para besarlo, bajas tus manos lentamente hacia su pecho hasta llegar a su abdomen bajo para meter tus frías y delicadas manos dentro de su camisa y quitársela de una vez.

Te da su ayuda para quitársela y seguir besándote entre jadeos de su parte por lo horrible que sentía a su pija arder.

Fuiste dándole besos húmedos por todo su cuerpo, sacándole un gemido ahogado, bajaste dolorosamente hacia sus short, tomaste la tela que sujeta y la bajaste con su ayuda.

Comenzaste a dar lamidas por encima del bóxer y juras que Felipe estaba en el puto cielo gracias a sus gemidos.

Si así se sentía sobre una tela, no se podía imaginar como sería sin una de por medio.

Cuando te cansaste de dar lamidas bajaste su ropa interior, paraste un momento para verlo.

Su risa expresaba claramente lo orgulloso que se sentía al notar tu expresión sorprendida por ver lo disparada que salió su polla apuntando a él.

Te gusta? - Pregunta acariciando tu cabello largo.

Me encanta mi amor, es mejor a cómo la había imaginado - Contestaste sin vergüenza.

La idea de que esto ya lo habías imaginado antes, le hizo a Felipe más tentadora la idea de comerte entera.

Entonces también habías imaginado esto? - Preguntó mirándote a los ojos.

Muchas veces - Dices para tomar su gran polla entre tus manos y dar la primera lamida.

Felipe soltó un gemido leve sin dejar de mirarte.

Empezaste a dar círculos por el glande haciendo que su polla se enrojezca más y amenace con pre semen. Justo cuando empezó a salir, la metiste en tu boca, hiciste lo más que pudiste, y lo otro lo seguiste trabajando con las manos.

Felipe no pudo evitar soltar el gemido más grave de su vida, echó la cabeza para atrás y sintió que sus brazos y espalda se debilitaron, quería follarte la puta boca de una vez pero no quería lastimarte.

Era un regalo de Dios verte mientras lo comías y se prometió que será una imagen que nunca olvidará.

Verte de esa manera es mejor a todas las imágenes mentales que pudo haberse creado antes, lo que más deseaba era tenerte así.

Mi amor, si, si bebé, sigue así. - suelta tu novio entre gemidos graves.

Lo único que recibió de tu parte es sentirlo más rápido y gemidos que hacen a su polla vibrar.

Felipe siente que se va a correr y es lo mejor que ha sentido pero no quiere terminar en tu boca, así que te detiene.

Bebé, para, ven - Dice alejando su cuerpo de ti para levantarte y tumbarte en la cama.

Qué pasó? Hice algo mal? - Dices con una cara de tristeza.

No preciosa, todo lo contrario, me sentí muy bien pero quiero correrme junto a vos. - Felipe mima tu rostro colorado.

Pero antes, quiero hacer algo que me gustaría haber hecho desde que te vi en las gradas del estadio - Quita tu sostén con torpeza, lográndolo.

Que cosa? - Preguntas, viendo a tu sostén ser arrojado.

Mientras pipe baja a quitarte los pantalones apretados que llevabas puestos.

Lo ayudas a quitarlos, y cuando finalmente los termina de quitar, rápidamente toca tu coño sensible para sentir por fin lo mojada y caliente que estabas.

Agh, felipe, no - Dices tomando su mano haciendo que pare los movimientos.

Qué pasa, linda? - Pregunta el castaño preocupado.

Me voy a correr amor, no toques. - Continuas cerrando los ojos.

Eso es lo que quiero, hermosa. - Felipe sonríe para rápidamente bajar tu encaje y tocar con su dedo índice tu entrada.

Su novia suelta un gemido quejumbroso tomando su brazo y apretándolo.

Con su dedo índice en tu entrada comienza a dar círculos y agrega rápido su dedo anular para tocar tu clitoris con este e iniciar a masajear las dos zonas lentamente.

Escucha cuando comienzas a gemir y lo hace querer oírte más, Él necesita que gimas su nombre.

Empieza un ritmo más rápido con sus dedos, gemidos salen sin parar cuando quita su dedo anular de tu clitoris para reemplazarlo por su lengua.

Hace circulitos rápidos con su lengua y mete su dedo índice en tu entrada para sentir como lo aprietas con todas tus fuerzas.

Felipe siente cómo poco a poco como te vas relajando más e intentas succionar su dedo al ritmo de su lengua presionando tu área sensible.

Tu novio suelta un gemido por la sensación de las cobijas rozando su polla y gritas por la vibración, jalándole del cabello.

Felipe, ya, por favor es mucho - Gritas tomando entre tus dedos el cabello de Felipe, este suelta un último gemido antes de retirarse de ti y se limpia la boca con sus dedos.

Los chupa mirándote.

Su novia se veía tan atractiva, estaba toda roja y despeinada, con los ojos llorosos y los labios rojos hinchados, las ganas de follarsela crecían, así que sin más, te tomó de las piernas y se acomodó en medio de ellas.

Intentaste cerrarlas.

Abrí las piernas - Dice mirándote fijamente con esos ojos azules. Te matan.

Amor, me duele - Respondes mordiendo tu labio y acercando la mano a tu área.

No te vas a correr si no abrís las piernas, bonita. - Felipe habla con una voz más grave de lo normal.

Abrí esa’ piernotas para mi, princesa. -

Felipe sujeta tus piernas impidiendo que las vuelvas a cerrar.

Su mano derecha toma su polla y la calma, empieza a rozarla con tu coño mojado, tú empiezas a gemir quedito por la sensación y metes la punta de tu dedo índice en la boca en forma de desesperación.

Empiezas a moverte al compás de su polla en tu coño, buscando más fricción, y cuando intentas hacer otro movimiento, rápidamente Felipe mete su polla a tu coñito caliente y los dos sueltan un gemido que piensas, todos escucharon.

Gimes y respiras pesado, quieres ir rápido.

Más rápido Felipe, ya follame toda, lléname de semen el puto coño - No te la complicas.

Y con eso le bastó para empezar y no parar por el resto de la noche.

Empezó a follarte de una manera descontrolada, veía sus tetas moverse por todos lados mientras tu sigues chupándote el dedo y gimiendo sobre el.

Para él, ver tu cinturita y piernotas abiertas sobre él, lo hace querer llenarte de semen, verte pellizcarte una de tus tetas lo llevó a golpearte el coño.

Notó que entre más te golpeaba con su polla, más rojita te ponías y justo así te quería desde un inicio, toda abiertota para él, dejándolo destruirte el coño, y toda roja por él, solo por él.

-Felipe, ahí más, ahí, si -

Era lo único que podía escuchar de la boca de su hermosa novia.

Verla toda destrozada por él era un sueño de todo hombre, una mujersota con una cinturita y unas piernotas, más un culote de puta madre, era lo que todos querían y solo él lo podía tener.

Tu empezabas a retorcerte más sobre Felipe, y le empezabas a tocar los brazos, en especial los bíceps.

Este recordó como una vez habías mencionado en tu sueño que querías correrte en su bícep, esa noche descansó muy bien con una buena masturbeada viendo tu culo y bonitas piernas.

Iba acercándose a su orgasmo, viéndote.

Papi, voy a correrme ya, voy a correrme en tu polla por favor, córrete dentro, embárrame tú semen y lléname mucho. -

Fue lo que finalmente hizo que soltara todo.

Córrete chiquita, Córrete como una puta. Mi puta. - Después de soltar un gemido, Felipe cae lentamente apoyando sus brazos a un lado de tus hombros.

Y sin más, solo logra escuchar como te corres desesperadamente por toda su polla, estremeciéndote y aferrándote de los brazos de Felipe para apoyarse, sin parar de gemir y gritar su nombre.

Tiras y tiras de semen salen disparadas de su polla rojiza llenándole el coño a su bebé.

Felipe saca su polla ya cuando se recupera y puede admirar la belleza de su novia estando muy perdida, lo único que sale de su boca es “mhhm”

Lo cual le excita más y te toma de la cintura con fuerza.

Este te recarga en el respaldo de la cama, no logras procesar lo que esta pasando, poco a poco aclaras tu vista cuando Felipe abre tus piernas y las separa lo más que puede, haciéndote quejar.

Sus ojos azules escaneándote te hacen temblar, se agacha y empieza a comerte el coño de forma descontrolada, gimes sintiendo sus dedos empujando el semen que ruega por salir de tu entrada.

La muñeca de Felipe realmente duele cuando mete sus dedos y aumenta la velocidad, luego de su lengua hasta hacer, de igual forma, doler su mandíbula.

Esa noche descubrió que su nueva adicción chupar tu coñito escuchando los hermosos gemidos y súplicas de tu parte diciéndole que se detenga.

Amor, es demasiado, es mucho, ya- Empujas con tus brazos débiles a su cabeza tratando de cerrar las piernas.

Con el mismo ritmo de antes, la novia del castaño pegó un grito enorme de satisfacción, dándole la razón del por qué su boca se llenó de fluidos, lo cual le hace mover los dedos más rápido, Felipe abre la boca para tomarlo todo.

Ese si que era un premio para él.

Tu no paras de gemir por la sobre estimulación. Felipe mueve rápido tu clitoris antes de que sueltes un último grito.

Felipe da un beso en tu zona y empieza a masajearla con delicadeza. Su cuerpo sube para quedar pegado con el tuyo.

Los dos ardiendo.

Yo creo que el oscar debiste haberlo ganado vos, amor. - Felipe se acomoda en la cama con una sonrisa en el rostro.

Por que lo decís? - Preguntas entre jadeos, estabas cansada.

Por tener a un novio guapo que puede comerte como a vos te gusta. - Felipe te abraza por la cintura escondiendo su rostro en tu cuello.

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HC's - Making love with them includes... (+18!)

Warning: Nsfw 18+! Language, cum play, oral sex, erotic massages, chocking

Characters: Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan and Charles Smith X Female Reader. Missing someone? Feel free to ask (❁´◡`❁)

Thanks to all who read and like my stories. Stay healthy and take care, my lovely bees 🐝🌺

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

(Just the screenshots are mine)

Javier Escuella

He is in a flirty mood all the time. Just like you. You both can hardly wait to be undisturbed. You need your peace and quiet, far away from the others, to give each other the love you need.

You have been a couple for three weeks now and you are madly in love. There is nothing as delightful for you as making love to Javier.

And you do it very often. But as already mentioned, you prefer your privacy.

Often you will retreat to a nearby town, where you will rent a hotel room to let your love run free. There you both can be as loud as you want; or rather, YOU can be as loud as you want.

Often, in the early morning hours when everyone is still asleep, you make love under the blankets. Quietly and secretly, Javier fucks you slowly and sensually.

⦁ Javier knows how to satisfy you and he knows what you like.

⦁ He loves to hear his name on your lips. He loves the sound of your voice as you lay whimpering before him and, by God, he loves to see your body tremble while he fucks you.

⦁ Also he enjoys whispering naughty words. His voice arouses you deeply, even more so when he whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.

⦁ You always take time to touch each other, kiss and enjoy the sight of each other.

⦁ Javier loves the feel of your soft skin, loves to feel your breasts on his body. The scent of your beautiful femininity.

⦁ Javier is very tender, makes sure you feel comfortable with him. But he also has a wild and passionate side that you can easily awaken. Then he can also get a little rough.

⦁ But there are also moments when you are getting wild. And that is when you have been separated for a while. Javier will tear your blouse off, rip it apart, and won't lose a moment to press his face into your tits, breathing in the scent of your skin. Whispering how much he desires you.

⦁ Oh, he loves to satisfy you with his tongue. The taste of your vagina, the sweet sound of your voice when you fall into ecstasy. Javier takes his time with it. Playing with your clit; sucking and licking it before entering deep into your wet hole and tounge-fucking you out of your mind.

⦁ But also he loves to receive as well. The sight of you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him while you have his cock in your mouth. Your plump, delicious tits pressing against his thighs...

He loves the way you play with his cock. Your fingers stroking his thick balls, massaging them, only to be taken in your mouth afterwards, greedily sucking them. Javier goes crazy every time you doing this, moaning loudly your name.

⦁ He is also into choking. Not too rough, but he grabs your throat during sex when he wants to increase the arousal; and you love it. And while he's chocking you, he's whispering things to you.

⦁ Things like, "Yo te quiero mucho" "You like the way I fuck your sweet little pussy, Y/N?" "You love it a little rougher, don't you? You're so naughty." And "When I'm done with you, I'm going to fuck you with my tongue. You like it, don't you? Oh, you sweet, sweet girl."

⦁ He loves to take you from behind. Your buttocks that wobble with every thrust. The smacking, wet sounds when his tight balls slap your pussy every time. 

⦁ And when you ride him, he enjoys the sight of your bouncing breasts. Your buttocks wobble with every thrust from him. The seductive sight when you roll your head back in pleasure and show off your gorgeous throat.

⦁ Loves to cover you with his sperm. 

⦁ Whether you kneel or lie in front of him, spreading his cum on your face or body will make him go crazy with lust!

⦁ And after your lovemaking, he will hold you in his arms, whispering loving things to you until you both fall asleep.

⦁ You will often find a rose next to your sleeping place in the morning, when Javier has to leave early for reasons.

Charles Smith

King of foreplay. He takes a lot of time to please and satisfy you. You will come at least once, before you welcome him deep inside you.

⦁ Sometimes he also gives you a massage. He rubs your beautiful body with fragrant oils and he knows exactly which parts of the body he has to massage and caress extensively to arouse you.

⦁ The sight of your shimmering tits, covert with oil, makes his cock hard as stone.

⦁ And when he massages your pussy, he takes a long time. His fingers circle your clitoris while he looks into your eyes. You clearly see the fire, the passion in them. "How does that feel? Is that good, yes?"

⦁ Eventualy, it leads him to finger-fucking you. You get incredibly wet for him, every damn time.

⦁ Love to give oral sex. Charles takes his time and enjoys you to the fullest. Your scent is overwhelming and if it were up to him, he would lie between your thighs all night. You will often hear words like: "You smell wonderful" "Mhm, you taste so good, babygirl."

⦁ His lips and tongue will explore your whole body, every corner. Charles is very tender, very careful with you, like you're as fragile as flower petals.

⦁ You love the feel of his hands when he touches you, caresses you. And the tingling on your skin where he kisses you.

⦁ Making love with you is something very special and intimate for him. Therefore, he wants to be as far away from the others as possible.

⦁ You both go camping often, and love being in nature. It also often happens that you take a longer break of several days. And in these days, you love each other passionately.

⦁ During your lovemaking you smile a lot and words full of love leave your lips.

⦁ He prefers missionary, for he wants to look into your eyes while he fucks you. This is an intimate moment you share. But Charles also loves to have sex in a sitting position. Your wonderful legs wrapped around his strong hips, your heated, sweaty bodies tightly pressed together and your trembling fingers clawing at his long hair, while he kisses your throat, your round tits... just perfect.

⦁ You have a secret place by a river; where there is no human soul, you make love at the edge of the shore. Your naked and wet bodies shimmer under the sun and under the moon.

⦁ And there's something magical about embracing each other at night while the moon shines down on you and fireflies dance around you.

⦁ Charles often spreads flower petals on your cot or on your bed. Whether it's wildflowers or roses, it's a loving gesture that says a lot.

⦁ He washes you gently with lavender water afterwards, holds you in his arms afterwards. He holds you in his arms until you fall asleep. 

Arthur Morgan

⦁ The two of you look at each other. Full of love, full of affection, holding hands and whispering words of love to each other.

⦁ He also prefers his privacy with you.

⦁ You would camp often in nature, where you can make love in your tent, protected from prying eyes.

⦁ Arthur takes his time to undress you, enjoying every moment with you. He praises your body, kisses and touches every corner with incredible tenderness. This alone arouses you so much that you get all wet for him.

⦁ The first thing he always does when you are naked is to make himself comfortable between your thighs.

⦁ He starts by kissing your inner thighs. Very slowly, agonizingly slowly, watching you very closely. Every twitch, every tremor from you he enjoys. But the most beautiful thing is to see the lust in your face.

⦁ Then, when his own lust grows to strong, he starts to eat you out like a pot of honey. He enjoys every drop. The scent of your femininity makes him crazy with lust. Arthur desires you so much.

⦁ He loves the feel of your delicate body on his manly, strong one. Your skin on his - it's heavenly.

⦁ Slow and sensual. Arthur is a pleasure seeker, but after a while the love making gets a little rougher and Arthur reaches for your body a little harder. 

⦁ He loves to press his face between your tits! It's pure pleasure for him to be able to feast on you. Greedily he takes them in his mouth, sucks on your nipple, while you claw at his hair and go for pleasure.

⦁ He also loves it when you grab his hair and pull it. Whether he's tongue-fucking you or sucking your tits, do it and he'll be yours for eternity.

⦁ He loves missionary position, for he wants to look you in the eyes while he loves you. Arthur wants to see how beautiful you are while feeling incredible pleasure.

⦁ Afterwards, he will hold you in his arms, words full of love will leave his lips. Always asking you for forgiveness, if he was too rough. 

⦁ But Arthur always takes good care of you, and lying in his arms gives you a wonderful feeling.

⦁ Sex in the kitchen is also not uncommon (depending where you live etc.) Desire often overcomes him when he sees you in, while you're making the coffee, or chopping fruit... and by God, he's going to fuck you really good from behind.

⦁ He lays you flat over the table, watching you moaning his name in pleasure. Enjoying the view every time his cock sinks deep into your pussy, his balls smacking against you... You're so wet for him...

⦁ Often he'll smack your ass, gripping it firmly.

⦁ And he is also into roleplaying - Usually he is the bounty hunter and you are his prisoner, completely at his mercy

⦁ You will often find him in the morning preparing some good breakfast for you

[nanaminsmoon]

toxic!connie x blackfem!reader

a/n: now i don't cosign toxic relationships but i had this idea and had to write it down🤭

cw: pnv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity, yeah connie is a piece of shit, connie calls reader; 'ma', 'mami', 'baby', 'hermosa('gorgeous'), 'sabes que sólo te quiero, ma' ('you know i only want you, ma'), 'eres mi vida' ('you are my life'), 'dime que me amas, ma' ('tell me you love me, ma'), n word usage, gaslighting lowkey

wc: 2921

seeing as you had blocked him halfway through his trip, connie had low expectations when he came back from miami. however, his expectations had never lowered enough for him to be, even slightly, prepared to come back to a near enough empty apartment. especially not after you had spent the two weeks before he left, and the first few days he was gone, complaining about his absence. for the first two days he was out there, you were constantly calling and texting telling him how much you missed him and how empty your shared apartment felt without him there. then, on day three, you went silent. now stood looking at the half-empty coat rack, connie assumed that whatever drove you to that, had happened while he was still on his trip with his friends. and hopes that you had just gone to stay with a friend for a while were quashed when he realised that every single trace of you was gone; your walk-in wardrobe was empty, your vanity was empty, all your hair and skin products were no longer in the bathroom. this wasn’t some petty shit, you had left him.

”the fuck?”, he asked himself as he grabbed his car keys.

he went to every one of your friends’ addresses that he could remember, but they either wouldn’t open the door or, if they did, they claimed to have no idea where you were. he assumed that the ones who wouldn’t speak to him knew where you were. and, by now, he felt like he did too. so he went to the only other place you could be.

and, by happenstance, when he arrived at your family home you were helping carry the groceries into the house. you heard connie’s car before you saw it, giving you enough time to rush everyone inside and lock your car. unfortunately, connie caught onto what you were doing quite quickly so by the time you went to rush yourself inside, he was right outside the front door and he managed to pull you out by your arm. you’d try to move out of his grasp, but it just got tighter before he spun you around to look at him. and, once you saw how he had gotten more tanned, you actually got pissed off at just how fine he looked.

”what's up with you?”, he asked, hand still wrapped around your arm. but he would receive no response, so his free hand would move to your cheeks, squeezing them to open your mouth.

”i know this works, so use it”, he shook your face lightly, and a disgruntled huff would leave your mouth before you were removing his hand from your face.

”what d'you want, constance?”, an irritated hand moved to peel the one around your arm off, as your feet moved you a few steps back from him. but connie would just move with you.

”you know what i want. and don't call me that, you know i don’t like it”, he poked your side, and you kissed your teeth as you swatted his hand away. the severity of the situation still hadn’t clicked in connie’s mind, so he was just trying to find humour in how hard you were trying to avoid him. that obviously made you more pissed.

”you think i care about what you do, or don't, like after you was letting bitches shake ass on you in miami?”, you had seen video evidence of your man’s hoe activities, but he didn’t know that yet. so he’d just feign ignorance, and scrunch his eyebrows at you in ‘confusion’.

”the fuck are you talking about?”, he asked, grabbing at your hands when you tried to wave him off.

”don't play dumb, nigga, you know what I'm talking about.”, you’d remove your hands from connie’s to show him the screen recording of ony’s story that ymir had sent to you. but, even when presented with the video of eren holding connie up as he leaned back catching ass, he’d refuse to take accountability for his actions.

and what had started off as a somewhat civil conversation had raised in volume, mainly due to your boyfriend’s brazen attitude. your fervent discussion had caught the attention of your family members who just sat at the window watching you two argue. as well as that of a neighbour who you hadn’t even acknowledged. as pissed as you were, you weren’t having this conversation within the vicinity of prying ears. so connie would suggest continuing it in his car. and you should’ve known better than to agree because, as soon as you were both in the vehicle, he’d start it and drive off.

”connie, the fuck are you doing?”, you looked at him, nudging him slightly. but his eyes would be on the road as he brushed you off.

”i’m sick of this shit, we’re going home”, he spoke, turning up the music that was playing in an attempt to drown out your impending complaints. as if you couldn’t just turn it back down, and continue what you were saying??

”i’m not going nowhere with you, dickhead, take me back home”, you retorted, but connie just rolled his eyes.

”you’re really doin’ all this ‘cause of an ig story?”, he asked, finally looking at you.

”nigga, she was twerking on you!!”, your voice raised at him.

”y/n, i was just chillin’ and she came up to me and started dancing on me. that weren't even the full video, because if you saw the full video, you'd see that i moved her away and told her i had a girl at home. now, imagine my surprise when i come back and my home is empty”, all you could do is laugh at his excuse, because if you didn’t do that, you’d cry in frustration.

”connie, turn this car around”, the car had moved closer to the sidewalk as you approached a red light, so you’d try to open the door again. obviously it was still locked, but you were trying anything to get away from this man.

”this can’t be it, ma. you can’t be ending things because of some bitch in miami. not after all we've been through together.”, connie held your hand, his eyes locking with yours to earnestly plead with you, ”don’t let her just ruin what we have.”,

”are you okay?! you ruined what we have”, the hand connie wasn’t holding raised a pointed finger to lightly push at his temple, and exasperated air blew out of his mouth as he let your hand go and resumed driving.

”and now imma fix it”, he assured in annoyance.

once you arrived at your apartment car park, connie opened your door to allow you to, reluctantly, step out—ultimately choosing to just stand by the car with your arms crossed, mean mugging him. and, not knowing when to give up, connie pulled at one of your arms in an attempt to uncross them. and when all of it was to no avail, connie’d resort to old tactics; talking.

“y/n, you know how i feel about you. you think i'd throw that all away over some plastic booty in miami?”, the tips of your shoes would be touching when connie reached his arm around your body to grab at your ass—squeezing it for a second before pulling you into himself, “when i knew i had all this to come back to?”, he spoke lowly. a few drops of arousal dampened your underwear at the tone of his voice, his tan, and the sun-induced freckles on his face. but, no matter how long it had been, you had to pick up your dignity and move from him.

”get the fuck off me, constance”, you ordered, curtly, and connie acquiesced. though that didn’t mean he’d give up.

”c’mon, ma. let’s just go inside and talk about this”, he nodded towards the door of your apartment building. you knew what’d happen. it was the same thing that happened every time you guys argued, but you’d still begrudgingly let him walk you to your shared apartment.

and, as expected, no conversation was had. because, a gentlemanly façade would lead you through the door first and, as soon as your shoes were off, your feet were in the air as connie threw you over his shoulder. as soon as you realised your destination was your bedroom, you’d do nothing. of course he had pissed you off, but you hadn’t seen him in a week and you had missed him. none of your stuff was in the apartment, meaning you still had the upper hand. in some weird way. you would leave him…right after he took your clothes off, and greeted your aching clit with the cold metal of his tongue piercing. it became hard to believe that, not even an hour ago, your blood had been boiling—anger circulating your body with every heated beat of your heart. because that beating of your heart had migrated to the space between your legs, and its rhythm was in the process of being quelled by the plump lips holding your aching bud captive between themselves, as they sloppily sucked on it. a repetition of small moans from connie’s mouth formed hands that would incessantly pull at the tight knot forming in your stomach. those hands would be strengthened the moment the ball of metal began an uninterrupted course of small movements in between your wet folds. and the hands stroking over connie’s buzzcut would move to push his forehead backwards in an attempt to keep him dry,

”m-mess, connie, m-move”, was all you could get out in, what was meant to be, a warning. and connie would move your hand. both of his were on your thighs, pushing them apart as they began trembling. being the piece of shit he is, connie would move backwards and a cocky smile would grace his face at your loud, whiny complaints; an uproar that travelled throughout your whole body, as he heard faint sounds of cracking because of how hard your feet were curling. that’d be the encouragement directing him to continue his task. and, had he heeded your warning, his face and shirt wouldn’t have been covered in your release.

never one to be greedy, connie would have you taste yourself when your lips and tongues would meet in a sloppy kiss that you wished didn’t make you want him more than you ever had. the duration of this trip had been the longest you and connie had ever been separated, and you could feel it in the way your body reacted to his dick poking into you. the dignity you thought you had picked up from the floor had only elevated to sink six feet under the second your hands lifted to interlink at his nape, pulling him closer into you.

time and time again, your friends had warned you of the foolish antics of dominican men, but you never listened. connie was always so good to you, you never thought your heart would sit uneasily in your stomach as a consequence of his actions. but you were never mad at connie for too long. because no arguments could be made when coherence was being fucked out of your brain as your leg lay over his shoulder, and his lips were whispering promises into your ear during the intervals where they weren’t kissing the shell of it. soon, your frontal lobe would lose all functionality and you could barely remember why you were mad at a man with dick this good in the first place.

”sabes que sólo te quiero, ma”, wet words hit your nipple as his lips wrapped around it , ”eres mi vida, how could i want anyone else?”, and had you been able to form a rebuttal, it would’ve not been strong enough to overpower the moans leaving your parted lips.

”hm? i missed this pussy so bad, and when i come back you ain’t even here. imagine how that made me feel, hermosa”, connie momentarily pulled away from your nipple to stick his spit covered bottom lip out in a fake pout,

”you sorry?”, he asked, eyebrows solemnly meeting in the middle. and, still unable to get out a single word, you’d just nod. half of connie’s forgiveness would wrap around your nipple again, and the other half would work on raising the volume of your cries with the way it bullied that spongy spot inside of you.

”dime que me amas, ma”, he spoke around your nipple, and the little spanish you remembered would serve you well, and you’d tell yourself there was no way you were about to give him that after how he did you on that trip.

”ff-fuck y-you”, you stuttered out and, if you still had control over your limbs, your hand would’ve risen to point a middle finger in his face. but instead, it was connie’s hand that would move. rising to wrap around your neck—thumb and middle finger pushing lightly on either side of it, as his hips hastened. connie’s thrusts were only harsher because nothing would elate him more than you moaning out your affections for him as you came around him.

”that’s not what i asked you, hermosa.”, he tsked, eyes lidded as he looked down at you, ”now do i gotta ask you again, or you gonna use that pretty little brain of yours?”, concession was unfavourable, but he was making you feel so good that you would’ve done anything he asked of you.

”i-i lovee you, c-connie”, you whined out, nails digging into his arm. although you hadn’t nutted while saying those words to him, connie was still content at hearing them. so he’d hum back at you, before his verbal response resounded on the skin he was, once again, kissing on your chest.

”and i love you too, mami. let’s not fight anymore, hm?”, another pout would be pressed against your skin, meaning connie wouldn’t even see your aggressive nod in agreement.

all the suppressed feelings from the argument you guys had came back to surface quite quickly. connie wasn’t aggressive with you, his strokes were fast but deep and that was because he had missed you, and he just lost himself in it. and you could see it in his screwed eyebrows, and the group of sweat beads that had congregated on his forehead, keen to get a view of the fucked out woman underneath them.

”whose dick is this?”, connie spoke. and as if he knew you could barely hear anything at this point, he’d repeat himself when he got no reply, ”i asked you, whose dick this was”,

”m-mine. it’s m-mine”, you stammered out, hands hitting at his bare skin hovering above yours.

”so stop fucking playing wit’ me.” , his heart might’ve wanted you to hear those words, but his teeth fought to keep them in his mouth; those words were low, and barely enunciated. but their gravity was felt in the part of his dick pushing into your cervix. as well as in his following words,

”tell me you’ll stop”, and, feeling you start to get tighter around him, connie’s movements would slow when he knew you needed them at their fastest. the eyes that had been risking getting stuck in the back of their sockets would focus on his face again. it was blank; he needed that affirmation, and you’d gladly give it to him.

”finefinefine, i’ll stop. just lemme cum, connie, please lemme cum, p-please”, connie knew damn well that you’d probably have this conversation again, but hearing you beg under him while promising to trust him made his dick move inside you again.

”you’re always so good f’r me, baby”, he caressed your face, smiling warmly at you, ”you know you ain’t gotta ask, ma. this your dick, nut on it if you wanna”, so you would. it’d take two more thrusts for your walls to contract around his throbbing length.

”con-nie, i’m cummm—shittt”, your words could barely connect, but you just needed him to know how good he was making you feel. even though words weren’t needed when he could feel you around his dick, making it harder for him to maintain composure and keep moving inside you. and connie would try to keep it together, but he’d been thinking about nutting in you again for days now, so he stopped fighting the stuttering of his hips, and let them just do whatever when they decided to stop. their stagnancy would be followed by a warmth spreading inside you, and leaking to drip down you onto the bed sheets underneath you. and those sheets would be uncomfortably wet by the time you two finished. so you’d end up changing them together before he drove you to your family home to collect all your stuff and carry on as you always were.

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[loslentesdepedrito]

Feliz Navidad

Javi gif by: Ggyussance My Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking Latina f!reader (No race, skin color, or nationality mentioned. I tried my best to include small parts of each Spanish-speaking Latin American country.)

Word count: 11.3k+

Summary: At every family reunion, the relentless interrogation about your love life becomes a tiring ritual. Fed up with the relentless questions and awkward setups, you turn to Javi, your best friend, and ask him to be your date for the upcoming family Christmas party. He suggests that you take it a step further by pretending to be a couple. Can the two of you play pretend, especially when, in reality, you both harbor secret feelings for each other?

Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI) Tags and CW: slight angst, happy ending, fake dating, friends to lovers, jealous and possessive Javi, reader and Javi are in their 20s, not canon, just a smidge of idiots in love, reader wears a dress, lingerie, makeup, and is shorter than Javi, alcohol consumption, Javi being cheesy with your family, unprotected piv, cowgirl, use of a sex toy, oral (female receiving) reader likes to pull Javi's hair, creampie, slight cum eating, Javi loving his cum inside you.

A/N: I’m on vacation and meant to upload this on the 24th, but didn’t have time to add the translations. Sorry for the delay, tarde pero seguro. Enjoy! 

"Come on, Javi," you plead again, watching him chew thoughtfully. There's a sense of urgency in your voice as you desperately hope he’ll agree to be your date for your family’s Christmas gathering. "Please, I'm practically begging you. I'll get down on my hands and knees if I have to." This finally grabs his attention. Caught off guard while swallowing, he hears your words and can't help but let his imagination run wild. The image of you begging, not just for any favor, but for him – for his cock, fills his mind. With a sudden intensity, he forces the last bite of the torta cubana down his throat, triggering a fit of coughing.

Reacting quickly, you reach for the glass of iced water on the table, extending it toward him without a word. He accepts the offering from your outstretched hand, bringing the cool glass to his lips. In a fluid motion, Javi tilts his head back, the cup cradled by his fingers.

Your attention zeroes in on the man before you: The plushness of his lower lip curves around the rim of the glass; as he takes a sip, droplets of water cascade down, catching the afternoon sun and creating a glistening effect.

Mesmerized, you trace the path of those droplets, leading you to the delicate contours of his pink lips. Descending further with your gaze, you focus on his neck, where the rhythmic bobbing of his Adam's apple accompanies each sip. Involuntarily, you shift in your seat, a futile attempt to dispel the growing sensation stirring between your thighs.

Breaking the spell, he speaks, his voice rough as he clears his throat, "Okay, I'll be your date."

A wave of relief washes over you, and gratitude spills forth, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're so perfect. My family will love you."

A quizzical expression lingers on Javi's face as he asks, "Why don't you get a real date?" Despite knowing you could have your pick of anyone, there's genuine happiness in his eyes—an unspoken relief that you won't be taking another man to meet your family.

You sigh and offer an explanation, “I haven't met anyone, and it's pretty weird to introduce some stranger to your entire family on the first date. "Ya te dije (I already told you), my family keeps pestering me about getting a boyfriend. It's the same thing every Christmas, '¿nena y el novio? (baby girl and the boyfriend?)’ 'Mami, quiero que conozcas al sobrino de la vecina de mi comadre. (Mami, I want you to meet my friend’s neighbor's nephew.)’ '¿Mija, ya tienes novio? ('Mija, do you already have a boyfriend?)’ I love them, and they mean well, but I can't take any more of it. Hopefully, when I show up and say that we're just getting to know each other, it will shut them up until New Year's. But by then, I'll tell them we work better as friends, and they'll pity me, so I'll be off the hook for maybe two years."

A knowing look crosses Javi's face as he probes, "And this has nothing to do with the fact that Caleb will be there?"

You groan at the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. "A little bit," you mumble, slumping in your chair as thoughts of him flood your mind. "He's probably going to bring some girl, and if I show up alone," you pause, giving Javi a sweet smile, "without my best friend, my family will find out I had a boyfriend and I kept it from them."

You didn't mean to keep your relationship with Caleb hidden. You just didn't want to tell your family you had a boyfriend, in case the relationship failed—and guess what, it did. Two months into your relationship, you found out he was still talking to his ex, and you dumped him before shit got worse. Fortunately, your decision to keep your family in the dark spared you from telling them about Caleb, so you didn't have to share the news about the breakup, which, unfortunately for you, meant you had to see him at parties since his parents were friends with your uncle.

"Why don't we tell them we're in a relationship? Like, boyfriend and girlfriend," Javi suggests, attempting to sound confident, though inwardly, he's praying you won't freak out and shoot down the idea.

You blink, momentarily caught off guard and unsure of how to respond. Javier panics at your silence and rushes to add, "I mean, they already know who I am, and we know everything about each other. It would be more believable."

Chewing on your lip, you contemplate what he's proposed. It would be convincing, you think.

“Are there any embarrassing moments that your family will bring up that I should be aware of, my beautiful girlfriend?” Javi teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

In response, you roll up a napkin, forming a makeshift ball, and throw it at him, the projectile hitting him directly on the forehead. Javi grumbles good-naturedly, a blend of irritation and laughter, and you purposely ignore the flutter in your heart. "No, you’ll never hear those."

“Okay fine,” Javi huffs, a mock pout on his face. “What’s the story then?”

"Story? For what?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Javi looks at you as if you're not making the slightest bit of sense. “The story we’ll tell your family. You know they'll ask us so many questions.”

He's right. Your family will undoubtedly bombard you both with questions, seeing as they only know him as your friend and not the guy you've been secretly harboring feelings for.

"I mean, in movies, they always seem to have background stor-" Javi abruptly stops, hoping you don't make the connection about the kind of movies he's referring to.

But, of course, you catch it. “¿Aww, te gustan los romcoms, Javi? (Aww, do you like romcoms, Javi?)”

"¡No!" He blurts out, his face turning a shade of red that extends from his face to the tips of his ears. "We've just- we need to establish a timeline."

Watching him stumble through the sentence, you decide to spare him further embarrassment. "Mmm... we can say we've been dating for a month. It's enough that they won't scold me for not telling them about the relationship earlier, right?"

"We can say I asked you out right after Thanksgiving, so that gives us a little over a month since Thanksgiving was on the 22nd."

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good. And are you okay with staying over at my aunt's house since we'll be drinking? Or do you want to drive back to your apartment after we say our goodbyes?"

"Wait, your aunt with the big-ass house is hosting Christmas for your family this year?" He asks, sitting straighter in his chair. Javi's excitement is palpable as you nod. "Yeah, I'm staying over," he declares.

“Trae dos mudas de ropa (bring two changes of clothes)," you instruct him.

“¿Pjs y algo para la recalentada? (Pjs and something for the afterparty?)” Javi guesses but needs confirmation, not wanting to make a fool of himself. In fact, he's determined to make a good impression on your family.

"Mhm," you hum in agreement and then ask him about his previous plans. "You said you weren't going to spend Christmas with your family. Are you sure?"

"My dad's going to Monterrey, and I didn't get my passport renewed, and it's too late now. It's fine; I like spending time with your family." I like spending time with you.

"You just want to get fed," you tease.

"How'd you know," he goes along with your teasing tone.

“Ya te conozco (I already know you),” you tell him, and Javi feels butterflies in his stomach.

Your phone vibrates on top of the white and blue plaid tablecloth. You pick it up and see a notification that your Christmas dress is ready for pickup. "Oh shit, I've gotta go pick up my dress." You scramble to get up and collect your trash.

Javi gently grabs your wrist and tells you, “Ve. Te tiro tu basura. (Go. I'll throw your trash away.)"

Your breath hitches at his touch, and you thank him. You drop your Coke can and take a few steps until you reach him. "You're the best. I love you." You lower yourself a bit to give him a kiss on the cheek. His heart races, and he's scared you'll see him turn beet red, so he stands up and envelops you in a hug. He's hit with your smell, and a groan nearly falls from his lips.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8," he says in a shaky voice, whispering into your ear. Grateful for the long-sleeve shirt you decided to wear that morning, your skin breaks into goosebumps around his body. "That's still early, you know?" you object into his chest.

Feeling the lower half of his body respond to having you so close, he pulls away, not wanting to scare you or make you uncomfortable. “¿Entonces a las ocho y media? (So at eight-thirty?)” he asks, now standing a couple of steps away from you.

"See you then," you nod. Glancing at your watch, you realize you really have to get going.

"What color will your dress be?" he asks before you leave.

"Red," you smile, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

Javi gulps; red is his favorite color. He wonders if he'll be able to handle seeing you in it while pretending to be your boyfriend.

"Bye, te veo mañana (see you tomorrow),” you say goodbye one last time.

"Bye," he waves and watches you walk off. As soon as you're out of his view, he's left standing there, hands on his face, and he groans into his palms. Yeah, he doesn't know how he'll get through tomorrow night pretending he's in love with you because he is in love with you but can't show it.

Just as you apply the last coat of lipstick in your foyer mirror, you hear a knock on your door. Palms slightly damp, you start second-guessing taking Javi to your family party. You hear him say your name through the locked door and quickly tell him you're coming. With a slightly trembling hand, you turn the doorknob, your heart thudding in your chest at the sight of Javi. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a red cable-knit sweater, and God, he smells amazing—tones of sage, wood, and maybe some bergamot. All you know is that you want to push him against the door and put your mouth all over him—mouth, neck, chest, cock—you don't have a preference.

While you're busy ogling him, Javi is staring at you with his jaw near the floor. You're in a burgundy dress with black flowers all over, accentuating your beautiful figure. He makes a mistake when his gaze moves up, landing on your lips. Javi has to bite his tongue to suppress a groan at the sight of your luscious red-stained lips. They look so plush and enticing, and he twitches in his pants.

"Hi, Jav," you greet him in your sweet voice, making him look into your eyes.

The way your eyes sparkle, almost makes him lose his composure and profess his feelings for you. "¿Estas lista? (Are you ready?)" He says instead. 

"I just need to get my gifts," you point to the large gift bag you have set on the floor of your foyer. You only have two gifts in the much too large bag because your family does Secret Santa since it would be rather expensive to get each member of your family a gift. When you bend down to grab your things, Javi gets a perfect view of your round ass. He can't tear his eyes from you until he feels himself growing in his pants. He exhales trying to will his hard-on to go away. On his fifth breathing exercise, you turn around and tell him you're ready to go. Ever the gentleman, he signals for you to step out of your home first. 

"I just need to get my gifts," you point to the large gift bag set on the floor of your foyer. You only have two gifts in the much too large bag because your family does Secret Santa, as it would be rather expensive to get each member of your family a gift. When you bend down to gather your things, Javi gets a perfect view of your round ass. He can't tear his eyes away until he feels himself growing in his pants. He exhales, trying to will his hard-on to go away. On his fifth breathing exercise, you turn around and tell him you're ready to go. Ever the gentleman, he signals for you to step out of your home first.

As you brush past him, he's hit with the aroma of your perfume, and the sweetheart line of your dress offers a perfect view of your cleavage. He has to close his eyes to focus on anything else. After you lock up, he leads you to his car, takes the bag from you, and uses his free hand to help you down the steps. He opens the passenger door, puts your bag in the back seat, and goes to his seat to start the truck. You watch as he reverses, placing a hand behind your seat's headrest. His single hand moves the steering wheel, and you have to physically stop a whine from slipping past your mouth by biting your lip. You feel the wetness accumulate between your thighs, and you don't know how you'll get through the night.

The car ride over was hell on earth for both of you. Javi had to resist the urge to reach over and place his hand on your perfect thighs and move it further up. And you had to watch as Javi handled the gear stick with his big hands and thick fingers. You're both relieved to make it to your aunt's house. Javi insists on opening the door for you, and when he helps you get out of his truck, he gives you his hand to guide you. Next thing you know, he's taking the items from the back seat. Javi swings a backpack filled with his stuff, including clothes, and the bag where you have your gifts. You take it from him without him noticing, and he takes out a chocoflan.

You hear the house door open, and people beckon you over. Javi closes the door and takes your hand in his. He leads you up to the entrance, and you hear gasps and mutters coming from your family.

“¡Ay, mi sobrinita! (Oh, my little niece!)" one of your uncles yells as you're inches away from the door.

“¡Tío!” you exclaim, happy to see him. Before you can say anything else, he gives you a bear hug. You slowly push off to turn to Javi, who is still holding your hand. “Tío, this is Javier, my boyfriend." Your uncle's eyes widen a little, but it's quickly replaced with joy.

“Javi, él es mi tío Nicolás, es el tío de mi papá (Javi, this is my uncle, Nicolás, he's my dad's uncle)," you explain to your boyfriend for the night.

Javi gently untangles your laced hands and extends his hand to your uncle. “Buenas noches. ¿Cómo está? (Good evening! How are you?)"

“Hola, Chavalo. Bien gracias (Hey, kid. Fine, thanks)," your uncle replies and shakes Javi's hand. "And you?"

Their handshake ends and Javi pulls you into his side. "Me alegra. Estoy muy bien ya que estoy con ella (I'm glad to hear that. I'm very well now that I'm with her),” Javi tells your uncle, giving him a dashing smile while he gives you a lovey-dovey look.

You don't know who is happier at Javi's response—your uncle or you. "Oh, here, I brought dessert," Javier hands your uncle Nicolás the custard dessert with a chocolate cake base.

“Come in, come in,” the older man ushers you inside the house.

“Miren quien llegó (Look who arrived),” your uncle's voice rumbles throughout the house. Footsteps make their way to you three, and your family's faces light up. Voices overlap, greeting you, but they seem confused over the man beside you.

“¡Hola!” you smile. "This is Javi, he's my boyfriend," you introduce, rubbing his arm.

Javi doesn't get a word in because your cousin slaps his back and says, “¡Habla, pe causa!” Javi smiles and tells him good evening.

Once your cousin goes away, you whisper to Javi, "That was César, and he said, 'What's up, man.'"

"I knew that," Javi lies, running his tongue over his cheek.

“¡Como que ya tienes novio! (What do you mean you have a boyfriend!)" a familiar voice screeches from the living room.

You cringe as you hear your mom's angry voice and your dad telling her to calm down. Fuck, I forgot I have to tell my parents about Javi, you think.

When your parents see Javi, they physically relax. "Javi!" She gasps. “¿Él es tu novio? (He's your boyfriend?)” Your mom asks.

“Él es mi novio,” you confirm. Javi's heart leaps because somehow in Spanish, you calling him your boyfriend sounds a million times better.

"¡Ay, qué alegría! (Oh, what joy!)" She says and clasps her hands. For a long time, she's asked you if you two are anything more than friends, and she's always disappointed when you say no.

"I'm happy for you, mija," your dad tells you, hugging you.

"Thank you, Dad," you say relieved at their quick acceptance of Javi.

"Tu mamá está muy feliz (Your mom is very happy). It's just that you told your aunt first, and she was blindsided," your dad fills you in, and you hear your name being called. You whip your head to the kitchen and see your aunt coming to you with her arms extended.

“Titi Yalissa," you muffle into her curly hair. Your aunt jumps up and down with you in her arms. "Oh, I missed you so much," she says and lets go of you once she remembers what you told her. "Where's your boyfriend?"

You grab Javi's hand and bring him closer to your aunt. "Javi, this is my aunt Yalissa."

“Titi, this is the guy I told you about. His name is Javier."

"Es un placer conocer al hombre que tiene a mi niña tan feliz (It's a pleasure to meet the man who has my little girl so happy)."

Javier smiles at your aunt's happiness and decides to comment on her house and thank her for the invitation. "It's my pleasure. Tiene una casa hermosa (you have a beautiful house)," he pauses to look over at you, “como su sobrina (like your niece). Thank you for inviting me." Your heart thuds in your chest at Javi's words.

Everyone around you coos and awws, and you feel your ears burn.

"Let me show you your rooms, so you can set your things."

You and Javi follow your aunt up the stairs and into the hallway. She comments on how good you two look together and how it's adorable that you're matching. Her observation catches you off guard, and you look at both of your outfits. Oh my God! Is that why he asked me what color my dress was? Did he want to match? While you're lost in thought, you miss Javi's charming words about how perfect you look.

"Javi, this will be your room," your aunt points at a room on the left side. She says your name and then points at the room at the end of the hall, "Your room is still untouched, and you have your clothes there if you need anything."

Someone calls her from the kitchen, and she apologizes, telling you to come downstairs when you're ready for some food.

When Javier hears her descend the stairs, he asks you, "We're not sharing a room?"

"No. She's kinda against pre-marital sex."

Javi shoots you a look that says he knows you haven't made a vow of chastity.

"Okay, she doesn't know that," you say.

Javi sets his backpack in his room, and you make your way to the small dining room.

"Nena (babygirl), how are you?”

“Tía Mercedes!” you scream once another one of your aunts comes into view.

“Every day you get more and more beautiful!” she says to you. “Oh, and where is that boyfriend of yours? Tu tío Beto me dijo que vos ya tenés uno (Your uncle Beto told me you already have one.)”

For what feels like the hundredth time, you introduce Javi. Your aunt gushes over him and is scandalized when she hears he hasn’t eaten yet.

“No puedo creer que no les han dado nada de comer (I can't believe they haven't given you anything to eat). Come here.” She leads you to where the food is laid out, and to say it’s a lot is an understatement.

"Okay, so we’ve got croquetas, empanadas, ceviche, tamales, pasteles, chuchitos, pan con pollo, carne asada, hallacas, chimichurri, tostones, hornado de chancho, pavo al horno, chipa, pan dulce, y no se qué más." Your aunt lists off the myriad of food, whether it’s side dishes or main courses.

“And to drink, there’s coquito, champurrado, atol, ponche, arroz con leche, café con queso, chocolate caliente. If you want something else, you can ask Beto. It’s probably in the kitchen.”

You and Javi grab whatever you crave and add it to your plate before heading to the larger dining room. Everything had been going well until you saw your ex. Javi noticed you tense up, and he followed your line of sight, landing on your ex-boyfriend, Caleb. With food and drinks in his hands, Javi couldn’t physically comfort you. A soft whisper from him, a simple “Hey,” was enough to unfreeze you, and you both walked to your seats, strategically far away from Caleb and his girlfriend.

Dinner went by smoothly. Your family was eager to learn about the new man in your life, and you explained that before becoming your boyfriend, he had been your best friend and someone you trusted with your life. One of your little cousins was curious about how he asked you to be his girlfriend. To your surprise, Javi spun an elaborate story about taking you stargazing and making it official under the night sky. He described the story with such vivid detail that it brought tears to your eyes, and your family found it incredibly heartwarming. Little did they know, part of those tears were tinged with sorrow, knowing that after this night, the charade of this "relationship" would come to an end. The other part of you felt pure love for Javi, appreciating the effort he was putting into making your family believe in your fake romance.

After clearing the plates and sharing the story, Javi couldn’t help but notice Caleb shooting daggers his way. Frankly, he didn’t care about Caleb's feelings, but when he saw him staring at you, Javi couldn’t suppress the desire to leap across the table and strangle him. Thankfully, one of your cousins interrupted and announced that a game of lotería would be played outside if anyone wanted to join.

You take your cup of ponche, and Javi grabs his cup of atol as you both make your way to the backyard, where a table is already set up for the game. Soon, the table of 25 is full, and some have to wait for the next round. With beans in hand, you eagerly listen for the first card to be called.

“Ahí les va la primera tarjeta (Here comes the first card),” Uriel, your favorite cousin's husband, warns. He shuffles the cards in the deck and flips the first one over.

“La Sirena (the siren).”

You squeal and instantly put your bean on top of the square where a siren is underwater. You hear groans from the people who didn’t have the siren on their cards. Javi, not having much luck, simply watched you with the biggest smile, reveling in your excitement over the lead.

Uriel flips the next card and announces, “La Luna (the moon).”

This time, neither you nor Javi has luck. Displeased, you watch as Caleb places a bean on his card.

“¡El soldado! (The soldier!)”

You look at your card—nothing. You look at Javi’s card—still nothing. A feeling of being watched makes your head turn to Caleb, and he’s smirking at Javi because he got another bean on his table. “Not good at lotería,” Caleb tuts, “is there something you’re actually good at?” he says condescendingly. 

You have half a mind to tell him all the ways Javi is perfect, even throwing in a few lies about your fake intimate life, but Javi rests his right hand on your thigh, and just like that, all your hatred bubbles away.

“Before I call the next one, does anyone have all three characters?” Whoops and cheers come from a few uncles, cousins, and family friends. “Okay, does anyone have a line nearly filled?” Uriel asks another question, and this time is met with silence.

“Bueno (Oh well),” he moves on and pulls from the deck, “La maceta (flowerpot).” You wish you had one of those to throw at Caleb’s head. Your wish is answered when someone yells, “¡Aguas!” You and Javi instantly duck, and much to your dismay (not), Caleb doesn’t, and the flying rag hits him right between his eyes. He groans in pain and starts to pick a fight with Marta, one of your cousins. Marta's fiancé stands up for your cousin, “Sos un hijo de remil putas. He told you to watch out. It's your fault you didn't listen." Everyone agrees with Flavia, and they tell Caleb he should've ducked. Your ex finally shuts up, and your family urges Uriel to draw the next card.

“El cotorro (the parrot)." Javi moves quickly and places the bean he's had in his hand for a while. You're so happy for him; that you nearly spill your drink onto the table.

A few more cards are drawn, and you haven't made as much progress, but Javi, on the other hand, has his card nearly full of beans. He needs four consecutive beans in a straight line, but he's missing two beans to win.

“La mano (The hand)." 

“Concha-tu-madre,” an uncle seethes in frustration as he doesn't have the hand on his card, but you know who does—Javi. 

“Ya me agüitaron (Ya’ll bummed me out). I'm going to put on music," your cousin, Darío, says, abandoning the game and hooking up his phone to the speaker. 

“El árbol (the tree.)” You sigh in disappointment as the last character Javi needs isn't called.

Music and various curse words fill the air, including but not limited to coño, jueputa, mamaguevo, japiro. 

"We have four potential winners," Uriel announces, "Y ahora... el gorrito (and now... the little hat)." 

“Mierda,” Javi's voice falls into a whisper because he doesn't have that card. By this point, he's memorized the entirety of his table, and when the hat was called, he knew it wouldn't be on his card.

You look around the table and see that Javi is among three people who need one more bean to win. 

"Let's see," Uriel says as he shuffles the cards. “El valiente (the brave man)” is yelled, and before you can react, Javi screams, "Lotería!" 

Everyone whips their head to your 'boyfriend,' and Uriel rushes to check Javi's card. You're filled with joy and practically bouncing in your seat. 

"We have a winner!" Uriel whoops, patting Javi's shoulder. 

"Beso, beso, beso (kiss, kiss, kiss)" your family chants, wanting you to celebrate with your boyfriend. Your breathing labors, and you don't know how to get out of it. Luckily, you get called to the kitchen, and Javi looks relieved. Your heart drops. He didn't want to kiss me. You excuse yourself and hurriedly make your way to the kitchen.

Javi's left in his seat trying to regulate his heartbeat. He didn't want to kiss you. Not because he didn't want to. God, he wanted to taste your lips, but he's scared that if he kisses you, he'll never stop.

In the kitchen, you scoop food into Tupperware for you and Javi, when you hear a man say, "You said he was just a friend,” the voice accuses. 

"Caleb," you spit with venom.

"You're with him now?" he asks hands in his pant pockets.

"I am. And I'm very happy with Javi," you say simply, adding rice to your blue Tupperware container.

"Come on, we were so good together. Don't you remember? We could be great again. Don't you want that?"

"No is the answer to every single thing you just said."

"What's so special about him? You didn't want to tell your family about us, but you bring him around?" Your ex is furious. When he saw you walk in with that dress and with Javi, hands intertwined and looking up at him like he was the best prize, he nearly lost it.

You turn around with your back to the entrance of the second dining room and point the spatula at your ex. "What isn't special about Javi is the better question. He's sweet, kind, determined, funny, and everything you're not. That's not all I love about him though; he makes me feel loved and heard, and he's my best friend. Javi is everyone's dream."

Caleb scoffs, and his only defense is, "What kind of name is Javi?"

You feel a possessive hand on your stomach, and it moves you back towards the owner's body. No, no, I can take care of this myself, you think, and then his cologne hits your nose, and you feel the warmth of his body, and your mantra of standing up by yourself evaporates.

"What kind of name is Caleb? Why don't you go back to your ex and leave my girlfriend alone?" Javier says, voice deeper than usual, making the rat of your ex retreat with his tail between his legs.

"Want me to kick his ass?" Javi questions.

"Nah, I have a feeling it'll ruin the holiday spirit. Thank you for that though."

You realize he could've heard your conversation with Caleb and ask, "How much of that did you hear?"

"When he made fun of my name, which is fantastic, by the way," he responds.

"Javi is a fantastic name," you assure him, "Javi," you say his name, testing it like it's the first time saying his name.

Javi nearly facepalms himself because hearing his name falling from your lips is making him harden again. Not to mention how you defended him to your ex. He's never heard kinder words about himself until you. Lately, Javi has felt like a failure. He failed to get into the DEA academy, and it was terrifying to think he would feel like that for the rest of his life. But when he's in your presence, everything else just melts away.

"How was my family while I left you unsupervised?" You ask, resting your head on his chest.

"Great. One of your cousins talked about the fact that the Christmas celebration was a pagan holiday and another about companies making a fortune based on Christmas. Your uncle, Ramon, I think started talking about los terrenos y le quitaron la corona (inherited land and they took away his corona beer.)”

"Oh god," you sound horrified, "I'm sorry about my family."

Javi slides his hands up and down your arms, "you have nothing to be sorry for. Mi familia también es así o peor (my family is like that or worse)." He knows he shouldn't say the words but can't help himself, "Our kids will have the biggest family."

Your mouth drops in surprise, and your mind flashes with images of you having a family with Javi, and your heart feels like it can explode.

"Your cousin was behind you," Javi says, looking past you.

A wave of disappointment washes over you. "Oh."

Javi lied. He didn't say that to convince your family about your relationship; he said it because he meant it.

The clock strikes 12 AM, beginning the 25th of December, and you all have to give out hugs to every single person at the party. Thankfully, it won't be awkward since Caleb and his plus-one left an hour ago. You get hugs from your entire family, and they each tell you how much they love you and how proud they are of you. When you reach Javi, you go for a side hug, but he pulls your face into his chest, and you exchange ‘feliz navidads.’ His smell is so comforting you want to stay there forever. You don’t pull away until someone announces it’s time to open gifts.

You take out the large wrapped box inside the bag you brought and give the gift to your little cousin, Gio. You bought him plenty of Hot Wheels and a racetrack that will take up a significant amount of space in his living room. Gio leaps into your arms and tells you you’re the ‘bestest cousin in the world.’ Your older cousin tells you she’ll give you her gift before going upstairs to the balcony to see the fireworks.

When Sandra leaves, Javi calls your attention. "Amor ven," the nickname falls easily from his beautiful lips; it makes you swoon. He pats the seat next to him, and in a few seconds, you’re next to him.

“I got you something,” Javi says nervously reaching into his pants pocket. He retrieves a square box and hands it to you gently like he’s scared you’ll move your hand and drop it.

You take the box fully into your hand. You lift the top, and your eyes begin to water. You scold yourself internally that this shouldn’t make you cry, but the beautiful necklace makes it impossible not to. It’s not because it’s a pretty necklace but you’re tearing up because of the letter attached to the gold chain – a J for Javier.

Javi misconstrues your tears for hatred. “I can exchange it for something else,” he’s quick to spit out."

“I love it, Javi,” you promise, words dripping with sincerity. “¿Me lo pones? (Can you put it on me?)” you ask him, getting ready for him to clasp the necklace.

His fingertips make contact with your nape, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You briefly wonder if that will happen every time you make the slightest contact tonight. Javi adjusts the necklace and clasps it, ensuring he doesn’t accidentally get some of your skin, which he was afraid he’d do because his hands were developing a thin layer of sweat.

“Done,” he tells you breathlessly, and you turn around to show him.

He feels ridiculous that seeing his initial on your chest makes him go crazy. Yes, part of him feels beyond happy that you liked your gift. When he was shopping, trying to find you a gift, he stumbled upon a jewelry store, and he knew he had to get it for you. He didn’t buy it to ‘brand you’. Javi genuinely wanted you to carry a part of him, just like he always carries you everywhere he goes.

You hear the first fireworks go off, and Javi says, “Ya es hora para los cuetes (it’s time for the fireworks).” He helps you get up, and everyone makes their way up the mahogany stairway. You meet Sandra on the 2nd floor, and she gives you a white and red striped metallic-wrapped box. That childhood excitement of opening presents is still there. You feel giddy and tug at the taped ends to rip the paper. Once you’re able to see a sliver of the actual gift, you hold it to your chest.

“Sandra! You did not just gift me a sex toy!” You whisper-yell, the shock and embarrassment evident in your tone.

Sandra was known for being direct; she was your older cousin but more of a big sister. She had been a reliable source of guidance, especially when it came to your body, relationships, and intimacy. In fact, you had learned more from her than from your mandatory sixth-grade sex Ed class. You'd often sought her advice, grateful for her non-judgmental attitude. Sandra was always there to help, whether it was explaining innuendos or first-period crises. You remember when you got your first period, you ran to her after your mom called her for moral support. So, in a way, you shouldn't have been surprised by the gift when you complained to her about your trusty wand giving up on you.

“I recall getting a phone call telling me one of your favorites was no longer working. But with that boyfriend of yours, I don’t think you’ll be needing this, so I can take it back,” she smirks, enjoying making you flustered and sputtering on your words.

“A gift is a gift. You can’t take it back,” you argue, hugging it further into your chest. With the night you’ve had, you’re 100% certain the toy will have its grand premiere.

“Ooo using it with your man tonight to spice things up, I like that.”

You turn around and see Javi standing there with his hands by his side. His pretty lips are parted in an ‘o,’ and you can’t believe he just saw your cousin gifting you a sex toy for Christmas.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Sandra gives you a peck on the cheek and slips past you to go to the stairs and up another floor.

“Woah. That’s certainly a gift,” Javi states.

You want the ground to swallow you whole. Here you are hugging a fucking sex toy in the middle of the hallway with the man you love staring at the gift.

“I’m going to put this in my room,” you say robotically and make a run for your room. Oh my god, oh my god, he did not just see that. With the box still in your arms, hoping you don’t run into anyone, you open the door to your room just enough to slip inside and shut the door. Your heart is beating erratically, and you consider staying in your room for the rest of the night, but you know they’ll be calling for you soon. You finally unlock your arms and take the gift into your hands. There’s still wrapping paper covering the gift, so you take it off and take in the toy for the first time. You mistook the handle for a dildo. It wasn’t a plastic dick you thought you received; it was a clit stimulator. Color? Red.

After you placed your new gift on top of your bed and covered it with a sweater, you found the courage to face Javi. You opened your door and found Javi with his fist raised as if he was a second away from knocking.

“Let’s go,” you croak, hoping he won’t ever bring up what happened a few minutes ago.

Javi wordlessly agrees, and you both walk to the stairs in silence to go to the balcony. As you approach the final stairs, you hear more fireworks go off, but their timing isn’t consecutive, so you know the big event is yet to come. Once you’re outside, near the entrance, there’s a table with drinks that range from alcohol to traditional beverages to a mix. You take a Corona, and Javi picks up a glass of coquito. The balcony is packed, but it's big enough that you don’t feel like packed sardines. Music is blasting on the speakers; some of your family is off dancing, and some men are huddled around talking about work, while your younger cousins are playing with their new toys in a corner. You still haven’t talked to Javi, and it’s slowly killing him. He didn’t mean to embarrass you by walking in on Sandra giving you your gift, but when he overheard the term 'sex toy,' it was as if an invisible force nailed him to the floor. Javi racks his brain for how to start a conversation with you. He knows the firework show will commence any minute now, and he won’t be able to get a word in.

"You look beautiful," he blurts out before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Okay, not what he wanted to start off with, but it’s definitely not a lie.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly as the fireworks start going off one after another.

“I mean, you look beautiful every day,” Javi says in the midst of a chrysanthemum exploding in the sky.

"What?" you reply, struggling to make out his words over the resounding explosions.

Once the sounds die down, your aunt Odilia passes by, catching sight of you and Javi standing closer, facing each other. “¿Como están los enamorados? (How are the lovebirds?),” she says with adoration before moving on. Her statement prompts a few head turns from your family, who go on to comment about how cute you look with your boyfriend.

"I said," Javi begins, lowering himself to your ear, "You look beautiful. You always do, but tonight..." He stands up straight, locking eyes with you. Javi delicately strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Es como si me hubieras puesto bajo tu hechizo (It’s like you’ve put me under your spell),” he confesses softly, his voice filled with adoration.

You find yourself unable to conjure a reply. Your entire focus is consumed by him—the way he smiles, the dimple on full display, the stray curls tousled from dancing, and the warmth of his fingers against your cheek. His nails graze your skin ever so slightly, leaving you questioning if it's a figment of your imagination. A fleeting thought crosses your mind, wondering what it would be like to feel his nails embedded into your hips as he guides you in rhythmic movement. Taking a deep breath to regain composure, you inhale his scent, causing your head to spin. In the midst of your reverie, Javi's voice pulls you back.

"Your family is expecting a kiss. May I?" he asks, breaking the spell.

"What?" you respond, dumbfounded. While you heard him, the question leaves you in disbelief.

“¿Te puedo besar?” he repeats, his heart seemingly pounding out of his chest, laying his intentions bare.

As you nod and rasp out a breathless "yes,", Javi cups your cheeks with a gentle urgency, bringing his lips to yours in a passionate collision. It feels like heaven with his mouth molding seamlessly with yours. His taste is a delightful concoction of coconut, Don Q rum, cinnamon, and condensed milk—remnants of the coquito he had earlier. In the intoxicating embrace, you clutch his shirt, pulling him closer, savoring every fleeting second because it could be the first and last kiss you'll ever share.

Opening your mouth wider, you send a silent invitation, and he responds, his tongue tangling with yours, the passionate sounds blending harmoniously with the distant fireworks. Amid the explosive bursts in the night sky, the sounds of your fervent kiss are almost lost, and worked up and lost in the moment, you can't help but whimper into his mouth. When the sound of your own desire reaches Javi's ear, he knows he should pull away before the intensity escalates. Reluctantly, Javi breaks the kiss, mindful of the familial audience surrounding you. Both your chests rise and fall in tandem, the shared breathlessness lingering in the air. The post-kiss silence is punctuated by the distant echoes of the ongoing fireworks.

Separated but still entwined in the magic of the moment, you catch your breath. You admire the way Javi's brown eyes reflect the vibrant colors bursting in the sky. Javi gazes back into your eyes, marveling at the way they brighten with each explosion in the sky. It's a parallel to his own feelings as if miniature fireworks detonate in his heart whenever he looks at you. His earlier realization holds true; having kissed you, he never wants to stop.

"Okay, well, I'm going to bed," you say, gesturing toward the door, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

“Buenas noches,” he replies, a tinge of sadness coloring his voice.

You steal one last glance at him and urge yourself to get to your room before you throw your friendship down the drain for another kiss. So that’s what you do; you open the door, whisper one last goodbye, and shut the door. Javi closes his eyes, scolding himself for making things awkward. As he goes to his room, he focuses on thinking about what to do to fix your friendship. One thing he knows is that he can’t lose you.

Inside your room, you press against the wooden door. You have no idea how you’ll get through tomorrow, much less through the rest of your life. our eyes wander around, taking in the familiar walls of the room. You’ve had your own room at your aunt's house since you were a little girl, and there are some things that have remained the same. There's a shelf against a wall that contains a few of your stuffed animals from your childhood. You took down your posters from when you were a teen but kept the same paint color of dark red because you knew you couldn’t have your room all black. 

Realizing you still wear Javi's jacket, you gently remove it, placing it on your bed. You hate that it looks like it belongs in your room. You sigh and go to your bathroom to get ready to toss and turn in your bed.

In the midst of removing your makeup, having already brushed your teeth, a soft knock interrupts the quiet solitude of your room. Confused, you quickly dry your face and rush to open the door, wondering who it could be. It’s Javi. He's outside your door, his hair a mess like he ran his hands through it repeatedly.

"Can I come in?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

"Javi! They'll kill me if they see you in my room," you whisper.

"Please, cariño?" 

His tone is filled with a vulnerability that softens your resolve. You take a quick glance down the hallway and find it deserted, so you quickly pull him into your room and shut the door quietly. As you assess him, clad in grey sweats and a black long-sleeve compression shirt, a rush of desire floods your body. Thoughts of peeling off his clothes and kissing him all over stir a wetness between your legs, leaving you certain your underwear is ruined after spending the day with Javi. 

"I'm sorry," he interrupts your dirty thoughts, and confusion crosses your face.

Sorry? Why is he sorry?

He sees the confusion written all over your face and continues, “I’m sorry for kissing you.”

What?

“If I knew it would make you uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have done it. Your friendship means the world to me. I’m sorry I ruined it. Cariño, what do I need to do to make us go back to normal? I’ll do anything,” Javi pleads with you.

You shake your head furiously. “No, Javi, you didn’t ruin anything. It didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you promise.

He breathes out a sigh of relief after you tell him he didn’t mess up the best thing that’s happened to him. “Why did you shut down after… after we kissed?”

“I don’t know, Jav,” you shrug, looking away. You feel your eyes sting at the tone of his voice. He sounds hurt. You've hurt the person you love, and you want to take him into your arms and apologize.

“Please don’t do that,” he implores, reaching for your hand. “Dime (tell me).”

A wave of apprehension washes over you; confessing your feelings is a leap into the unknown. You worry about the potential shift in dynamics, but you sense that Javi believes your withdrawal stems from him. “If I tell you, and you don’t like what I say, promise me we’ll forget this conversation,” you request, your lip caught between your teeth.

“What’s so bad you can’t tell me?” 

“Promise me, Jav,” you repeat, aware of the simplicity but needing that ounce of reassurance.

He nods solemnly. “Te lo prometo (I promise you).”

“Javi, I like you. So much,” your voice falls to a whisper. The ball is now in his court, freeing you from the weight of what-ifs.

Javi's reaction is priceless. The tension that once knitted his eyebrows together dissipates, giving way to a radiant smile that stretches from ear to ear. Leaning in, he cradles your chin in his hand and kisses you, a taste of mint lingering on his lips. This time, the kiss is tender, and gentle—a dance of shared feelings that leaves him dizzy and his stomach aflutter. As he withdraws, his forehead presses against yours.

“I like you too. For a long time now,” he confesses, the words clear and resolute.

“Really?” you ask incredulously, feeling like you're walking on air. This moment, a culmination of countless fantasies, was the very last scenario you expected to become reality.

“Yeah,” he affirms with a nod. The truth lingers on the tip of his tongue. “De hecho, te amo (In fact, I love you).”

“I love you too,” you reply with a smile, your hands slowly tracing up his chest. One hand passes his broad shoulders and reaches his nape. A gentle brush of your hands against his skin sends a surge of warmth through him. Your fingers run through his hair, eliciting a low groan from Javi, and you yearn to hear more.

“Javi, te necesito (Javi, I need you),” you murmur with half-lidded eyes.

He doesn't want to risk embarrassing himself with words, so he gently takes your hand off his hair and guides you towards your bed.

Walking with playful curiosity, he asks, "Am I the first guy you've sneaked into your room?"

"Mmm... I plead the fifth," you decide to answer coyly.

He narrows his eyes, "That's a yes then."

"¿Si te pones celoso, porque me preguntas? (If you get jealous, why would you ask me?)" you question him playfully as you hit the bed.

Javi's jaw ticks, and he says, "I'll make you forget about them."

His tone stirs a needy feeling in you, and you reply, " Sigue de perico, y no vamos hacer todo lo que quiero (Keep talking, and we won't be able to do everything I want)."

Tugging down on his shirt, you give him the signal. He promptly takes it off, treating you to your very own private show.

"Oh my god," you groan appreciatively when you see him shirtless—tan skin, toned stomach, and freckles on display. The grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, showcasing the V line and a dark patch of hair.

Javi revels in the effect he has on you. ”Turn around," he commands with dark eyes.

You instantly comply, spinning around so he can reach your zipper. Instead of tearing your dress off, he hugs you from behind.

“I don’t know if I told you before, but I really love this dress,” Javi says, running his hands over the velvet material. “Do you know how many times you made me hard tonight?” He confesses to having excused himself to the restroom multiple times to handle his hard-on discreetly.

"Javi," you whine impatiently, the revelation only intensifying the sticky mess between your thighs.

He pulls your zipper down, but you turn around, reaching your shoulders to slip the dress off, letting it pool on the hardwood floor.

"Dios mío (My God)," he exhales with a shaky breath.

"¿Te gusta? (Do you like it?)" you ask, referring to your lingerie that matches your dress. You're wearing a burgundy thong and a matching bra with lace material, revealing pebbled nipples. His fingers twitch, and he pulls you by the waist.

"Me encanta (I love it)," Javi whispers in your ear. His voice makes you slump against him as he unclasps your bra. “Why did you wear this?” he asks, his kisses trailing down your bare shoulder, devoid of judgment or ill will, just curiosity.

"You know what they say, 'to hope for the best, plan for the best.'"

"I don't think that's how it goes, baby," Javi chuckles into your shoulder and then presses his lips on your neck.

“Oh,” you say dumbly, savoring his kisses.

"Thank you for the outfit, my beautiful girl," he says, instructing you to get on the bed. As you settle on the mattress, you watch as Javi begins to remove his pants.

You watch in awe as his swollen cock presses against his stomach, and an undeniable desire to have it in your mouth engulfs you. Can a dick be pretty? God, his is so beautiful, you think to yourself. Javi gracefully crawls onto the bed, his hand reaching for your unclothed breasts.

“Mmm… so beautiful,” he hums, popping one of your tits into his mouth.

“Oh!” you exclaim, a mix of shock and pleasure coursing through you. Your arms extend onto the bed, and in the throes of passion, you accidentally hit something. The noise prompts Javi to lift his mouth from you and remove the blue sweater that conceals whatever your hands came in contact with. To his surprise, he discovers the present your cousin gifted you earlier.

“Clit and nipple stimulator,” he reads off the box.

Embarrassment washes over you, even though he just had your nipple in his mouth. Before you can say anything, Javi tears the box open and retrieves the toy. He presses the 'on' button, and it comes to life with a soft hum.

“Mi color favorito,” he says with a smirk.

Your brain struggles to form a coherent sentence. Javi sets the suction toy beside you and resumes attending to your nipples with his mouth. Lost in the sensation, your head falls back onto the bed. Suddenly, you feel a vibration around your other nipple. Lifting your head, you see Javi using the red wand on your right nipple.

“Oh God, Javi, I need you inside me,” you moan.

His response is muffled by your soft breasts. Gripping his hair, you lift him off you with a bit of force.

“I need to taste your pussy first,” he says with blown-out eyes.

“No,” you protest, craving him desperately.

It's not what he wanted to hear. “Please?” he insists. “I know I’ll cum embarrassingly fast, and I need to give you something before that happens.”

No. I want you now, you beautiful man. “Just a little bit,” you compromise. Normally, you'd eagerly jump at the prospect of him expressing a desire to eat your pussy, but you're so unbelievably turned on.

He toys with the band of your thong, and you lift your hips to let him remove it. Soon, they're in his hands, tossed aside on the floor. Laid bare for him, you're naked except for your jewelry. The gold 'J' nestles between your breasts, the left one still wet from his saliva, while your pussy glistens with slick accumulated throughout the night.

“Eres tan hermosa. Nunca he visto nada como tú y nada se compara (You're so beautiful. I've never seen anything like you, and nothing compares),” he confesses sincerely. Seeing you laid out before him, looking at him like he hangs the stars, leaves him breathless. He kneels on the floor, gently pulling your legs to be on either side of his face. Javi wastes no time as he begins to lick your cunt.

You gasp, placing one leg on his shoulder for added support. Responding to your silent request, Javi lifts your other leg onto his opposite shoulder.

“Ahh!” you cry out when his mouth presses closer onto your pussy, and he begins to devour you. His tongue explores, collecting all of your wetness into his mouth. Fuck, she tastes so good. I've been waiting to have her in my mouth for so long.

“So sweet, baby girl,” he murmurs between your thighs, causing vibrations that intensify the pleasure. You're already sweating and out of breath, unable to believe how quickly his mouth is bringing you to the edge.

He momentarily stops licking your folds and wraps his lips around your pearl. Your legs jerk, and you can't help but scream out his name. Javi quickly shushes you, urging you to be quiet, though his own noises betray the arousal he feels. He promises himself that once he can take you to his place, he'll never ask you to quiet down.

Opening your eyes, you're captivated by a sinful sight. Javi's intense and piercing gaze meets yours, the obsidian of his eyes seamlessly bleeding into the rich brown of his irises. Simultaneously, his tongue delves into your entrance, a sensation so electrifying that you can no longer endure the sweet torture.

“You’ve made me wetter, Javi, please fuck me.”

“No,” he objects.

“Javi por favor. Mañana podemos hacer de todo, pero te necesito ahora mismo (Javi, please. Tomorrow we can do everything, but I need you now.)”

He chides, “terca (stubborn girl),” but relents, releasing your legs. Taking matters into your own hands, quite literally, you guide him onto your bed, pushing him to lie back as you straddle him.

He believes he's died and gone to heaven, with you on top of him—a dream come true. “Condom?” he rasps out.

“I’m clean and on Nexplanon,” you nod toward your arm. “Are you okay with that?”

Feeling his cock pulse at the thought of being with you without a barrier, Javi nods vigorously and says, “Me matas bebita (you kill me, baby girl).”

His words draw a smile from you as you reach behind, feeling the velvety skin of his arousal in your hand. With deliberate slowness, you stroke him up and down.

“Uhh… fuck!” Javi groans, tossing his head back onto your pillow. The raw, guttural sounds escaping him become music to your ears, encouraging you to keep stroking him. Precome coats your hand, and you use it to slickly spread the moisture over him as makeshift lube. Javi continues panting, and you decide it's enough.

Rising on your knees, you guide him to your entrance. His head breaches you, and an involuntary whine escapes your lips.

“Oh,” you gasp, squirming on his lap. 

“Mmm!” Javi’s jaw drops, unable to believe that you're creating such intensity with just his tip inside

You ride him to open up, moving yourself on his head. “God, Javi!” your body burns as you straddle him. 

“Told you…” he pauses, gritting his teeth. “I should've s-tretched you.” 

You shake your head. “I can take you. I just- uh! I just need some time.” Javi is big and thick, prolonging the process, but you'd rather struggle than have him prep you.

As you keep bouncing on his tip, Javi thrusts up into you, causing both of you to moan. He places both hands, previously gripping your sheets, on either side of your waist, helping him fit more of his cock inside you. You rock back, feeling yourself open up, and you lower yourself down.

Your mouth hangs open, and you wail as the thickest part of him is embraced by your walls. Javi groans heavily and embeds his nails on your waist. You moan at the small ripple of pain and work yourself to sink down some more.

“I-I thought- ah! que me querías calladita, (that you wanted me to quiet down) and look at you…uhh louder than me.”

“You feel s-oh!” Javi can’t finish his response because you fully sit on his cock. Your hips are flush with his, and he swears he can cum this instant. 

“Hold on,” he tells you, breathing heavily, eyelids closed, and stilling you.

Once he feels he’s regained some composure, he lifts you off him. You slowly start to rock back and forth, chewing your lip to keep from screaming out. 

“Does it feel good?” Javi asks, eyes open once more.

You meet his dark eyes and moan, “Mhm, s-so good… Oh! Javi," you whine, "So big… you’re so big.”

He pulsates inside you, a low groan escaping his lips. "You can't say that," he mutters, shaking his head, not to express disagreement but to calm himself. Not yet, not yet, he chants. 

“Why not? It’s true.” You argue, throwing your head back at the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep going. Then I won’t earn first place for the best sex this room’s ever seen,” he laughs lightly to mask his mortification because he knows he’ll be cumming soon.

"You're so much better than anyone else,” you assure him, seeing through the self-deprecating comment he made.

He lights up at your praise. "Yeah?”

"Yes! You make me so full,” you sigh, bouncing on him a little faster. Your hand movement transitions from his hips to both hands sprawled on his abdomen. Pressing your body closer to him at an angle, both of you shake with pleasure. You keep rocking against him, and all he can do is watch. Javi takes in the way your breasts bounce and the way your necklace shines. Overcome with desire and possessiveness, he sits up suddenly, making you whine when you feel his sweaty and hot body against yours.

Javi seeks your mouth, and you eagerly comply. Your mouths crash, and it's all tongue and teeth. He's moving you slowly against him, but it's still a delicious sensation, and you can't help but moan into his mouth. The air in your lungs is slowly decreasing, so you pull away, and your head falls onto his shoulder. With your mouth away from him, he's able to wrap his arms around you and rock up, up, up with intensity. His pace ignites something within you, and you bite his wet tan skin to muffle your cries. Javi feels you tighten on him, and he pants out, “How are you so perfect? No entiendo (I don’t understand.)”

You can't answer him; you just bounce on him, feeling the telltale sensation of your lower stomach nearing the finish line.

“Amor,” he groans. The word sounds like sweet honey coming from Javi's lips, and it makes you gasp. Javi catches on and asks you, “¿Te gusta cuando te digo así? (Do you like it when I call you like that?)”

“Sí,” you confirm. He adjusts the angle of your legs, causing the wind to knock out of you, and the only words you're capable of saying are, “Amor, amor, amor…” This is the first time you've ever called Javi ‘amor’, and it does something to him. He knows he’s got a minute max before he blows his load.

Frantically, he takes one hand off your body and scrambles to find something on the bed. Lost in ecstasy, you don't notice, but then you feel a vibration on your pearled nub, and you jump from surprise. In an instant, you look down and see Javi has the red toy and is using it against your clit. Your eyes begin to water as you reel in the feeling of the man you love inside you and the delicious sucking of the toy.

You don't warn him; you don't even process the thought yourself, but you begin to shake on top of Javi. You feel every nerve in your body— all seven trillion of them—explode. You come in silence with your mouth into a perfect ‘o’. 

Javi doesn’t let up his ministrations; he keeps thrusting his hips upwards and using the red wand, prolonging your high. “That’s it, amor, you look so pretty cumming for me,” he whispers full of adoration. “Good girl, good girl,” he chants as he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

Javi bites his lower lip, determined to make this moment last longer; he never wants it to end. Once your vocal cords start functioning again, you cup his face with one hand and, with desperation, you tell him, "Ven, amor, relléname (Come, my love, cum in me).”

Javi feels like fireworks are going off in his body. He keens at your words filled with love and desire for him; he has no choice but to obey. The dam in his abdomen breaks, and “Ahh!” he groans, voice broken and raspy, letting go of the toy. You feel his hips stutter as they lose their steady rhythm, and he pulsates and spasms, the warmth of his seed fills you as he climaxes in ropes. Your body is overworked and sensitive, but you keep bouncing on him to milk every drop. You can't look away from him. His eyelids are heavy, his mouth is parted and panting as he moans and growls hoarsely, his neck is extended showing all the veins, and his skin is flushed in a beautiful red hue. Javi repeats your name over and over as his high washes over him. You caress his nape and run your fingers through his hair as he comes down from it. His spend and yours drip out of you and onto Javi.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing," Javi laughs, and you feel the rumble in his chest.

"Yeah?" you ask coyly.

“Best of my life," he sighs and rolls you over so you're underneath him.

You laugh and crane your neck to give him a peck on the corner of his mouth. God, that sound, Javi thinks. "I love you," he says, knowing he'll never stop telling you those three words.

"I love you," you echo. "Come on, let's sleep," you tell him.

"I've got to clean you up first," he says, climbing off and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss and miss him inside of you already.

His expression looks pained as he looks between your parted thighs, seeing his seed seeping out of your puffy cunt. Javi fights with himself as he debates leaving you with his cum inside. His index and middle fingers are taken by you and guided to your opening.

"Push it all inside," you command, knowing he doesn't really want to wipe it away.

"But your bed and—"

“Me vale (I don’t care)," you interrupt. Javi has always been concerned about how his actions affect you, and you find it sweet. However, you want this. You know he won’t give in to his desires if he thinks you don’t want this. So, you have to convince him you do. “Please,” and just like that, he’s collecting the creamy liquid around your labia and pressing it back inside you. 

You're oversensitive, but you melt at the feeling of his thick and long fingers inside you. Gripping onto his bicep, you savor the sensation as he makes sure most of the sticky substance goes back inside you. Whatever remnants are on his fingers, he sucks them and closes his eyes at the taste. You stare up at him and swear you could go another round if he didn’t fuck the energy out of you. 

“Should I go back to my room?” Javi asks. He doesn’t want to, but maybe you’d rather sleep alone.

“Please stay,” you tell him, gripping his arm tighter.

He nods. “Okay, baby, I’ll stay.” You sit up on your bed and undo your covers. Javi walks across the room to turn off the light, and when he comes back, you’re underneath your quilt. He climbs in next to you and extends his left arm so you can snuggle to his side. 

“Buenas noches, amor,” he whispers.

“Good night, amor. I can’t wait to wake up next to you,” you tell Javi before you drift to sleep.

In the silence, he admires your features and says, “I can’t wait to make you my wife and wake up next to you for the rest of our lives. Feliz Navidad, mi vida”

Extended A/N: I wrote this when Frankie didn’t exist yet; I promise I just don’t write for Javi! 

The last chapter of IYW should be out next week if I’m able to recolor the gifs I need. Thank you for reading!

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Make you feel better, parte 2

Holaaaa, aquí les traigo la segunda parte de mi último fic, espero que les encante y me comenten qué cosas le gustan y qué cosas puedo mejorar. Gracias por leer!💕

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❤️‍🔥Por fin sucede

💞Enzo x fem!reader

⚠️Warnings: sexo menstrual, sexo sin protección, sexo oral, algo romántico también.

Make you feel better, pt.2

Tratabas de dominar tu respiración, los nervios te la estaban alborotando. Enzo estaba encima de ti, mirándote con esos ojos oscuros y profundos, su pelo negro enmarcándole el rostro.

-Tranquila, chiquita…

Soltaste una pequeña risa para intentar hacerle caso y darle a entender que deseabas esto tanto como él.

-Está bien si te toco? – preguntó con esa voz suya que era como chocolate negro derritiéndose y cayendo sobre tu piel. Asentiste sin quitarle la mirada de encima, pero, cuando su mano rozó tu cuello y fue bajando con la punta de los dedos hacia tus pechos, tuviste que cerrar los ojos. Su otro brazo le sostenía, apoyándose junto a tu cabeza y acariciando tu mejilla para intentar, de una vez, que estuvieses tranquila.

-Cómo no me llevás sujetador, nena? - provocó con media sonrisa de diablo.

-Me dolía…

-Ah, te dolía…-sonaba a falso reproche, a que te iba a enseñar porqué eso era una temeridad y estaba mal. Procedió a serpentear su mano por debajo de la vieja camiseta hasta llegar a tu pecho, el cual abarcó sin esfuerzo. Masajeó como si fuera un experto y lo tuviese todo bajo control, sin embargo, aunque lo ocultase mejor que tú, él también estaba nervioso, y sobre todo embelesado por lo que estaba pasando. Mientras pasaba el pulgar por encima de tu pezón, con cuidado de no hacerte daño, notabas como exhalaba su aliento caliente como fuego en tu cuello, indicativo que se estaba quemando por dentro tanto como tú. No era lo único, naturalmente, también podías sentir su erección, imposiblemente firme contra tu muslo, la cual hundió un poco más para su propio alivio y para hacerte saber cómo te deseaba. Eso provocó que gimieras en su oído.

Antes de que te dieras cuenta, Enzo se había desecho de tus shorts.

Un pensamiento cruzó tu mente como un rayo, ¿estarías sangrando? Aunque las molestias y el dolor habían comenzado, el sangrado no lo había hecho, según tus cálculos, lo más probable es que empezara mañana o esta noche, pero eras consciente de que no era una ciencia exacta. No podías aceptar la idea de que quizá manchases a Enzo, te morirías de la vergüenza y desearías que te tragase la tierra. Cuando éste deslizó tu ropa interior lentamente por tus piernas lograste echar un vistazo y comprobaste que no había restos de sangre, pero sí de toda tu excitación, lo cual él se tomó como un halago no verbal.

-Sigues teniendo cara de preocupada, chiquita… - dijo con una voz que te sonó aún más grave, pero como si casualmente no estuviera acariciando tu monte de venus.

-Es que no quiero mancharte, boludo-te reíste, al fin siendo tú misma con él.

-No sé con que clase de nenes has salido vos, pero a mí un poco de sangre no me asusta.

¿Es que acaso estaba dentro de tu cabeza para saber exactamente qué decir para prenderte aún más?

Tanteó con la punta de los dedos tu entrada, y la humedad que él había provocado en ti se adhería a su piel, pequeños hilos transparentes adornando sus dígitos. Poco a poco se introdujo en ti haciendo que te estremecieras y arquearas la espalda. Él resopló y te miró frunciendo el ceño.

-Ufff… qué apretada que estás, nena…-acercó su boca a tu oído provocando un nuevo vuelco en tu corazón- ¿Así me vas a apretar la pija?

Dios. DIOS. Un gemido que fue casi un grito escapó de tu garganta sin que tú pudieras (o quisieras) hacer nada por evitarlo. Hubieras jurado que cualquier pibe que te hablase sucio se hubiera ido de tu casa con una patada en el culo, pero joder, cómo te había prendido que Enzo dijera eso. De hecho, como si tu cuerpo quisiera darle la razón, tu interior se contrajo alrededor de sus dedos, provocando una risita maliciosa en él. Los movía con habilidad, dibujando el típico gesto de “ven aquí”, encontrando y masajeando un punto muy sensible de tu centro.

-Enzo…-gimoteaste.

- ¿Qué, nena? - contestó con la respiración agitada, notando, desde hace un rato como su líquido preseminal estaba formando una mancha húmeda en sus bóxers negros, su erección, pulsando dolorosamente.

Querías contestar, pero el placer te nublaba la capacidad de hablar, solo podías gemir y agarrarte con fuerza a su espalda, reparando en lo firme que era, y lo pequeña que parecías debajo de él. Le miraste a los ojos suplicante, queriendo comunicar tus deseos sólo con tu mirada.

-Ya sé, ya sé... – se apiadó él. Se apartó de ti con cuidado de retirar sus dígitos suavemente para no herirte. El vacío que dejaron te molestó intensamente, pero sabías que simplemente el aperitivo había terminado: ahora venía el plato fuerte.  Arrodillándose en tu cama comenzó a desabrocharse el cinturón. Iluminado solamente por tus tenues luces azules y la pantalla de tu televisión, la figura de Enzo era escultural: su cabello largo y oscuro, su torso definido y bronceado. Incluso el vello de sus axilas te pareció intensamente atractivo cuando alzó los brazos para sacarse la camiseta. Su aroma, su aroma parecía tener temperatura, emanaba calor, y un olor riquísimo a madera y café, a hombre.

Se bajó un poco el pantalón vaquero, y, aunque su intención era levantarse para desprenderse de él por completo, un instinto súbito tuyo se lo impidió. Te incorporaste y gateaste hasta que tu rostro quedó a la altura de su cintura. Acariciaste la tela de su bóxer, notando su dureza, cómo su anatomía estaba provocando que la prenda estuviese tirante. Cuando Enzo procesó lo que estabas a punto de hacer suspiró. Su caballerosidad no quería dejarte continuar, esta noche se trataba de ti, pero ¿cómo te iba a decir que no? Tu boquita debía sentirse como el cielo en la Tierra.

Apenas te tomaste un momento para admirar cómo su miembro se erguía ante ti, inflamado, expectante de tu atención. Lo tomaste con delicadeza en tu mano derecha e hiciste que entrase en tu boca, tus labios haciendo de cálida bienvenida para él, tratando de relajar la lengua para que pudieras acomodar su tamaño más fácilmente.

-Ay, sí…- gimió con voz ronca.

Sonreíste para ti misma, no era algo de lo que pudieras alardear en cualquier conversación, pero sabías que era algo que se te daba muy bien hacer.

Continuaste el movimiento de vaivén, utilizando tu saliva como lubricante, provocando una serie de sonidos que Enzo juraba que le iban a volver loco. Tenía su mano en tu mentón, sin sujetarlo, pero marcando la posición. Notaba como tu boca se llenaba y nunca se vaciaba del todo.

Su respiración, su pulso acelerándose, la forma en la que tensaba los abdominales, eran señales de que le costaría mucho aguantar si continuabas con ese ritmo.

-Basta – sacó su pija de tu boca sin previo aviso, y tú te quedaste con la cara que se le queda a un niño cuando le quitas su juguete favorito – tumbáte – ordenó.

Te dejaste caer sobre la pila de almohadas, que se desinflaron suavemente por tu peso.

No había ya lugar para miramientos o preámbulos, tenía que cogerte ya.

Enzo volvía estar encima de ti, pero esta vez frente a frente. Se mantenía en equilibrio, además de con sus piernas entre las tuyas, con su antebrazo sosteniéndole junto a tu cabeza. Su otro brazo, sin embargo, se perdía debajo de su abdomen, no podías verlo, pero pronto notaste cual era su cometido. Su mano estaba agarrando su propio miembro, pesado, duro, para posicionarlo en tu entrada, que no podía esperar para tragárselo. Sentías su sudor en tu piel, su calor, tus pulsaciones disparadas, la humedad que compartíais. Pero todas esas sensaciones se vieron ensordecidas por la más intensa que habías sentido probablemente en tu vida:

Enzo entrando en ti

Tus ojos y tu boca se abrieron como para sustituir el sonido que eras incapaz de generar.  Tu mirada se encontró con la suya. Él también tenía una expresión obscena, os mirabais incrédulos del placer que os estabais dando el uno al otro. ¿Porqué carajo no lo habíais hecho antes?

Tras un momento de adaptación, tú a su tamaño y él a tu estrechez, las embestidas se tornaron más rápidas y casi todo lo profundas que podían ser sin hacerte daño.

Enzo pareció leer tus preocupaciones (una vez más), y de forma inconsciente, las tomó como si fueran un papelito, las arrugó y las tiró lejos de ti.

-Dios, nena… -dijo con voz grave y entrecortada- ¿te gusta? ¿te alivia un poco…?

-Muchísimo, amor- Mierda. Eso se te había escapado, por mucho que estuvierais haciendo lo que estabais haciendo no debías haberlo llamado así.

-Me alegro, mi vida – al decir esto, besó tu mejilla con calidez, decidiste que su respiración era lo único que querías en tus pulmones.

¿Era posible que te sonrojaras aún más? Sí, era posible.

Habías conseguido entrelazar las piernas a su espalda, acercando más tu cadera a su cuerpo, haciendo que las estocadas fueran todavía más profundas. El movimiento cada vez era más errático, estaba golpeando tu punto más débil, la humedad que había provocado en ti estaba con seguridad creando una gran mancha en tus sábanas, escurriéndose por tus ingles y tus glúteos. Notaste fuego dentro, en tu bajo vientre y en el fondo que Enzo estaba tocando una y otra vez con su glande hinchado. No hacía falta que dijeras nada - tampoco es que pudieras- te aferraste a él con desesperación, como si no quisieras salir volando arrastrada por una corriente de viento brutal. Por instinto te encogiste, escondiendo la cara en su pecho.

-Dale, princesa, miráme cuando te venís- tomó tu cara en su mano y te obligó a encararle.

Como todo un experto eligió un ritmo y lo mantuvo para ayudarte a concentrarte en perseguir tu clímax, mientras tanto, agarró uno de tus pechos, estimulando tu pezón, añadiendo otro foco de placer a la ecuación.

-Vamos nena, dejate ir…-continuó animándote.

Tus labios dibujaron una ‘O’ que no se cerraba más, él miraba tus ojos y después tu boca, la cual se le antojaba la frutilla más dulce que había tenido el placer de devorar. Dios, como deseaba él acabar en esa lengua rosada.

Tu interior se contrajo exponencialmente, atrapándole y, a los gritos, te viniste agarrada a él, en el orgasmo más increíble de tu vida. Si había un cielo podías afirmar que lo habías tocado.

Enzo seguía haciéndote el amor, (por que ya no se podía decir que simplemente te estaba cogiendo), pero la sobreestimulación no te estaba incomodando, querías seguir sintiendo, y de hecho seguías sintiendo muchísimo placer.

-¡Dentro, Enzo!

-Nena, no voy a aguantar…- te miró con urgencia entre gemidos roncos- d-dime…dónde…

Te miró confundido. Estabas disfrutando malévolamente de su preocupación, omitiendo el pequeño detalle de que estabas en la píldora.

-¿Tomás la pastilla? -casi gruñó por el esfuerzo de aguantar su eyaculación.

Asentiste con sonrisa de diabla, divertida.

-¿Te lleno? ¿querés que te llene…? - su respiración cada vez más agitada, su voz, rota.   

En respuesta gemiste aún más alto, encontrando un momento para lamer su cuello, salado por el sudor, y terminar de volverle loco.

Un último quejido salió de su pecho y le obligó a cerrar los ojos con fuerza. Estaba derramándose por completo en tu interior. Jurabas notar los disparos blancos y ardientes inundando tu interior. El pulso bombeando alocadamente en su miembro había hecho que se sintiera todavía más ancho, arrebatando más lloriqueos desesperados de tu boca.

-Ufff… - resopló exhausto antes de unir su torso al tuyo y descansar encima de ti.

-Yo te tenía unas ganas inmensas, chiquita- confesó él por fin- Te quiero, ¿sabías? - remató, haciéndote sonreír inmensamente.

-No me lo puedo creer- te reíste peinando su pelo húmedo con tus dedos- ¿qué hemos hecho?

Le apartaste el cabello de la cara con dulzura para poder verle bien.

-Yo también a ti. - soltaste, sintiéndote ligera después de decirlo.

Una extraña nueva confianza se estaba apoderando de ti, Enzo te hacía sentir como la mujer más maravillosa, y con él en tus brazos, lo viste todo mucho más claro.

Parte 1

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[forjongseong]

dive // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 11 of the series)

genre: office!au, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; oral sex (f. receiving, obviously) // wc: ~2.5k oops

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside minisode part 9 - your princess, my queen part 11 - qué bonito part 11.5 - enchule minisode part 10 - meet cute

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

summary: you've been sleeping with your dearest secretary for a while and you're dying to know how it feels when he goes down on you.

author’s notes: here's the second treat of the week--minisode part 11!!!

I know, I know. I just released minisode part 10 yesterday but that's the best thing about owning a blog and writing your own series--you can post whatever you want, whenever you want!

to be honest, I had a different minisode prepared that was sfw and takes place way before yn and Jay started their thing, but I was chilling and putting Spotify on autoplay and it played this song:

go google the lyrics... maybe then you'll understand why I felt compelled to write this minisode.

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Staying at a luxurious hotel over the weekend was one of the very few indulgences that you would let yourself have. Normally, you would never splurge on a suite for just two nights, especially when the hotel is not out of town. Fortunately, this time your suite was a complementary gesture from the event that hired you as one of the keynote speakers.

Unfortunately, though, since the event was downtown and you did not have to travel, you handled everything alone. You could not ask your staff to accompany you to do something that was not part of their job, and not when the task did not concern your company either. You even sent Mr. Lee home early the day before, claiming that you could just take the bus or ride the subway to the hotel.

The first day of the event ended right on time, and you were invited to the gala dinner in the main ballroom. You attended, ate just enough to keep your stomach satisfied, and then you excused yourself to go back to your suite. You wanted to take advantage of the huge bathtub and treat yourself to a nice hot bath, thinking that you deserved it after all the talking and walking around in heels.

Maybe because it was in your nature to do things fast, your pampering session ended quickly. Your hair was half dry, and you were already lounging on the loveseat, playing a series you already finished on Netflix. You just needed the background noise, you thought, as you scrolled through your phone. It was a Saturday night, so most of the people you followed on Instagram were posting stories of their night out.

You wondered what Jay was doing at the moment.

Your thumb stopped scrolling and you eyed the clock in the corner of your screen. It was almost eight, yet you feel bored, but it was too late to get ready to go out. Where were you going to go anyway? Taehyung’s jazz club would be way too crowded, and it’s not like any of your close friends were within reach—your two best friends lived in other countries, and it wasn’t the scheduled night for your monthly video calls.

You mindlessly opened your phone’s gallery and found pictures of documents and a couple of videos from the meetings that were held the past week. You clicked on one that showed Jay giving a short presentation, it was on the day that you were not feeling your best, so he stepped up and filled in for you. You focused on the way he was gesturing with his hands—and the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His hair was slicked back, and his jaw clenched whenever he was emphasizing a word. You then looked at the way he repeatedly licked his lips, and you noticed yourself breathing a little heavier.

Great, you thought. A little pathetic, actually, that you were sitting alone in a hotel, thirsting over your secretary whom you started sleeping with since, what, a couple of weeks ago? None of you were keeping count. This behavior of yours was a little uncalled for, and you got suspicious of yourself that you opened the app that tracked your period.

And of course, you found out that you were ovulating.

Usually, you would always take the more practical path. In this case, you could easily watch videos, or look at pictures of Jay and imagine him touching you as you touch yourself.

But why would you do that when he was literally just one call away?

“Hello?” You heard his voice as he picked up your call. “Is this an emergency? I didn’t get a text from you.”

You heard him entering a room and closing the door behind him.

“Boss?” He called for you after not hearing a reply. “Everything good?”

“I need you to come over,” you replied.

There was a brief pause before Jay answered.

“Alright,” he said as he took a deep breath. “On my way.”

“Not to my place,” you hurriedly added. “The hotel. You know my schedule.”

“In that case,” Jay said, seemingly shoving something into his pants and opening the door again, “I’ll be there in ten.”

You frowned but Jay ended the call before you could even say something back. You decided to retreat to the bedroom and check your reflection in the mirror. Your black silk camisole was tucked into your beige cotton shorts, and you still had your hair down after the bath you had. You then remembered that you had not put on any fragrance yet, so you rummaged through your makeup pouch and spritzed on the first fragrance you could get your hands on.

The bell rang and your heart almost dropped to your feet. You did not think ten minutes would go by so fast. You grabbed the satin robe from the bathroom and quickly wrapped it around your body as you made your way to the front door. When you opened it, Jay stood in front of you with a confused look on his face.

He was wearing rimless glasses, which you doubt were a fashion statement, and underneath his denim jacket, he was wearing a graphic tee of some sort of logo you had never seen before. It seemed like he was going for a comfortable look, judging from the chinos he had on in place of jeans. The Converse shoes also made him look like a regular college student going for a fun night out in town.

“I was in the area,” Jay explained without waiting for you to ask him. “Which is why I could come fast but also unprepared. Did you need your iPad?”

“Just come inside,” you said softly, holding the door wide open for him. He hesitated before taking a few steps in. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Jay frowned, but at the same time, he started looking around and admiring the suite. “This is a nice view,” he stated, gazing outside the window. “So, what do you need me for?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?” You asked back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Jay took off his denim jacket and set it on a lounge chair. If he had to be honest, he actually sprinted here, determined to reach you as fast as possible even though he wasn’t quite confident if the reason he thought you called him was the actual reason you had.

At the sight of his arms, you breathed out dramatically, and it just made Jay even more confused.

“I just didn’t want to be alone,” you confessed, taking your robe off and throwing it to the same spot where Jay had placed his jacket.

You boldly took the couple of steps that you needed to reach him, and when you did, you carefully took his glasses off before circling an arm around his neck, making him instinctively pull you in by your waist.

“I wanted company,” you continued, placing his glasses carefully on the table nearby. “Your company.”

Hearing your confession, you could clearly see the way Jay’s lips curled up into a smirk.

“I canceled plans with my friends to be here,” Jay spoke in a whisper, gradually leaning in towards you.

Your eyes fell to his lips. “Why would you do that?” You asked back, also in a whisper.

“Because,” Jay said, hanging his sentence so he could graze his lips against yours.

“Don’t say because I’m your boss,” you spoke, purposefully against his lips.

Jay chuckled softly, and all you wanted to do for the rest of the night was to breathe the air that he exhaled.

“Because I think I’ll like it better here,” he said before sealing your lips with a deep kiss. You had to fight back a moan to not give him the satisfaction, but you still reciprocated his kiss.

“You think?” You said as you pulled back. “You’re not sure?”

Jay squeezed your waist, turning your legs to jelly. The moan you tried hard to stifle eventually found its way out of your lips when you felt his mouth latch on to your neck. You began caressing the back of his neck, squirming as he was determined to leave marks on your skin.

“Jay,” you breathed. “Fuck.”

“Hmm,” he hummed before pulling back to look at you. “Do you want me to continue?”

You cupped his face before smashing your lips onto his, making him take a step back to keep his balance. After that, you took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him in by his neck, and after a short fight, he finally threw his body on yours, kissing you fervently as his hands tugged your shorts down in a rush.

When you felt his fingers trace your thighs, you felt the heat rush up to your cheeks. Your lips were still pressed on his, and his tongue was still tangled with yours, yet you were desperate to feel both elsewhere. Jay’s hand managed to slip in between your legs and your body jerked the moment he palmed your clothed core.

“Jay,” you called as both your hands grabbed his shoulders.

He answered you with a look in his eyes, demanding you continue what you wanted to say.

“I want to see what your head game is like.”

You weren’t expecting Jay to laugh, resting his head in the crook of your neck as his shoulders moved up and down.

“Ask and you shall receive,” Jay said after containing himself. “You really called me over so I could go down on you?”

“Okay, can you stop being so patronizing?” You moved your hand over to his chest, pushing him away.

“Whoa, whoa.”

Jay propped himself up with his elbow as he took your hand and brought it up to his lips.

“I’m sorry if it came off that way,” Jay spoke with his lips against the back of your hand. “I will gladly show you my head game.”

The way he emphasized the last phrase made you roll your eyes. Jay chuckled lightly, kissing your cheek as you looked away from him.

You relaxed once he started peppering kisses down your jaw and to your neck. At the same time, his fingers were skillfully pulling the straps of your top down, revealing your breasts, and perfectly matching the timing of his lips. He kissed your nipple softly before circling his tongue around it and sucking it gently, only to release it with a pop.

“Close your eyes,” Jay said. You were in no position to disobey him.

He continued kissing you while pulling your camisole down, bunching it up around your waist. He planted a harder kiss to the right of your waist before pulling your panties along with the top down to your feet. You kicked it away way too enthusiastically, and Jay merely smirked at the way you were behaving.

Your eyes were still closed, but you could sense that he was tugging his shirt off, and it was proven right when you felt him settle between your legs, placing both of your thighs on top of his now bare shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh and you flinched, and you could feel the way your arousal dripped out of you.

“God,” Jay muttered, more to himself. “You’re gorgeous.”

He bumped the tip of his nose and you whimpered at the delicious contact. Once he placed his mouth on your cunt you moaned, feeling an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and contentment. At first, he was just kissing your folds, making loud sloppy sounds on purpose, and when you began to moan louder, he decided it would be nice to let you feel the warmth of his tongue.

“Fuck,” you sighed, jerking your hips. You could hear and feel Jay chuckle against your core, lapping up your arousal and strengthening the grip he had around your thighs.

His tongue made steady strokes against your folds and your legs were already shaking from the pleasure. You couldn’t stop thrusting your hips and grasping the sheets under you, and Jay literally had to push you back down.

“Relax,” he said as he detached his lips. He looked up at you and you looked back at him through your lashes. “Stay down.”

“Fuck you,” you replied weakly. Jay laughed and placed his lips between your legs again, making you feel the vibration of his voice against your cunt.

You began jerking your hips up again and Jay figured that he needed a new way to keep you steady. He noticed how hard you were grabbing the sheets, so very slowly, he pulled your fingers apart before placing them on his head.

“Just grab here,” Jay spoke against your folds. “I don’t mind.”

You sighed once you feel his tongue graze your clit. After placing one hand behind his head, you realized it wasn’t enough, so after a while you rested both your hands on his luscious hair, pulling only when it became unbearable.

Soon after, your grasp on his hair tightened and you became silent. Jay’s eyes flickered to your face, and he tried his best to keep his pace.

“Are you close?” He asked. You replied by nodding frantically.

Jay continued to eat you out, keeping the same pressure and pace no matter how hard you squirmed or how harshly you were pulling on his hair. He let you grind your hips into his face, careful not to let his teeth graze you, and when you finally reached your high, he groaned against your cunt, almost matching the moans that you let out.

Jay waited for you to catch your breath, gradually lowering your hips down and gently stroking your thigh to comfort you. You were breathing with your mouth open, and only when you came back down from your high you realized how dry your throat had become. You licked your lips and coughed a little, and Jay winced at the sound that you made.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand giving you a gentle squeeze on your hips.

You nodded slowly as you opened your eyes. When your gaze met his, his lips formed into a smile. Not a smirk, a genuine smile.

“So, what do we think of my head game?”

“Oh my God.”

At the sound of your groan, Jay laughed softly, crawling up to level with your eyes. You hesitated when he leaned in to kiss you, but he did so in such a gentle way that you couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth.

“Do I taste okay?” You asked, your eyes glowing in pure curiosity.

“You,” Jay replied, kissing your cheek. “Taste,” he kissed your jaw. “Divine,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

You closed your eyes and pulled him into an embrace, sighing in relief as you felt his skin come in contact with yours.

“There’s gonna be a round two, right?” Jay murmured against your neck.

You smiled, almost snorting from the bold question. “Only if you stay with me throughout the weekend.”

“Deal,” Jay replied, not missing a beat.

-END-

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read the next part: tus gafitas

[lilacliquors]

Also if you’re still into miguel i’m just gonna put this idea out there….

Edging miguel o’hara until he’s an overstimulated mess no thoughts brain empty and everything is too much and not enough at the same time and he’s begging for something and he’s not even sure what but something – 🥥

on the edge

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

word count: 581

content: 18+ minors dni, pwp, edging, overstimulation, sub!miguel, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), miguel is 100% a begger

notes: it's about time i wrote a longer miguel piece. and yes i chose the 'no puedo más' scene i had to. side note, i am not a native spanish speaker. i did, however, take 5 years of it in school, plus one semester in college. if you're a native speaker or just have more experience in speaking it and you see any errors, let me know and i'll fix them &lt;3

quick guide: on miguel's earth, 'shocking' and 'shock' replace swears like shit, fuck, fucking, etc. mi vida = my life, mi alma = my soul, mi amor = my love, te amo = i love you

here is the link to the 1k special rules! feel free to request more <3

there was a fine line between ecstasy and torture, and currently, he was toeing it. he was bare and restrained against your bed, his eyes squeezed shut as your hand just ghosted over his aching cock. he couldn't help but arch up slightly, lifting his hips to try and gain more friction, but you simply pulled your hand away as he groaned.

"so... so shocking evil," he panted, and you chuckled quietly.

"but you love it, don't you, my good boy?" you purred, then watched as his arms flexed while he pulled at the restraints. you glanced over your shoulder to the clock that was projected onto the wall. you'd had him like this for close to an hour, and as long as he was still with you, you had another trick or two left.

"mhm, mhm, te amo mucho," he whispered, head thrown back as you gently dragged your thumb over his tip. curses in both english and spanish fell from his lips as you gave his cock a gentle squeeze, and you watched his chest rise and fall.

"you still with me?" you asked softly, letting go of his shaft so you could crouch by his head, your clean hand stroking over his hair as you did so.

"i am, i am," he murmured, tilting his head back to meet your touch. you pressed a kiss to his cheek, then stood back up as his muscles relaxed. ever so gently, you climbed onto the bed and straddled him, faced his cock, and took it into your hand again. behind you, he hissed, and you heard the creaking of the bed as he strained. you lowered your head and took his tip into your mouth, your tongue flattening against it as you hummed.

"por favor, quiero tocarte (want to touch you), mi alma, mi vida," he whimpered, and you pulled away from his cock.

"not yet, naughty thing," you said, then took him back into your mouth. your hand pumped and massaged what you couldn't take, and he hissed and groaned.

his words were coming out jumbled, a mix of breathy spanish and frantic english, to the point where you couldn't even understand him. yet he didn't give you the signal to stop, three snaps of his fingers, so you continued to bob your head up and down his shaft.

"please, please, no te detengas (don't stop). se siente tan bien (it feels so good). oh shit..."

his hips thrusted upwards, and you moaned around his cock as he began to cum, and you let your hands rest on his thighs, massaging them as you took all he had to give you. when his hips stilled, you pulled back, and you hummed in satisfaction.

carefully, you turned around so you could face him, and as you gazed down at him, you'd never seen such a beautiful sight. his skin was glistening with sweat, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were shut in bliss. you inched forward a bit and took his face in your hands, letting your thumbs brush along his cheeks ever so gently.

"how are you feeling?" you asked him softly as he nuzzled into your palm.

"m'good, promise," he whispered, a small smile on his lips.

"you did so good for me, mi amor," you praised, and he hummed as he opened one eye.

"te amo mucho," he murmured, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"yo también te amo, miguel. (i love you too, miguel)"

[yzzikatte]

Big boy ⊹

Advertencia: sub ! Choso, dom ! Lectora, oral, creampie, negar orgasmo, sobreestimulacion.

- Choso se estremecía bajo tu suave toque, recostado sobre su cama en su cómoda habitación, mientras tanto tú sobre su cuerpo tocando cada punto sensible de el mientras te restregabas contra su intimidad.

Se podían escuchar los jadeos desesperados de el gran muchacho que te volvía loca, con pequeños gemidos por aquí y por allá cuándo sus intimidades se rozaban de manera más inquieta y precisa.

Tu lindo novio portaba un gran y trabajado fisico, con una gran espalda y unos brazos considerablemente más grandes que tus muslos y sin hacerlo de menos unas manos que podían agarrar sin problema tus dos muñecas, con grandes venas saliendo a relucir que lo decoraban con gran sensualidad.

Seguías sobre el frotando su centros de placer mientras te dirigías a morder y succionar su pálido cuello, cada que gemía de satisfacción su manzana de Adán se movía de forma sugestiva.

Pasaban los minutos y comenzabas a tocar cada ricón de su cuerpo, sus lindos pectorales con pezones rosáceos, sus abdominales marcados y mirando desde abajo su definido y sensual rostro, con una forma curvada en sus abundantes cejas y ojos cansados levemente cerrados de placer.

A pesar de que es muy vocal para la hora de el sexo en este momento estaba callado, simplemente jadeando, hasta que algo dentro de el se rompió incitándolo a hablar.

"Dios mío, ____! Creo que estoy cerca, muy cerca" Dijo cerrando sus ojos y mordiendo su labio esperando la confirmación que no obtuvo.

"No te corras Choso, quiero disfrutar de tu miembro un rato más, se un buen chico y espera a que esté satisfecha" Dijiste para seguir restregandote en el hasta que se comenzó a contraer y gemir más alto, a lo que te detuviste.

"Por favor... Estaba tan cerca" Exclamó Choso sin mirarte a los ojos desviando su mirada a la mesa de noche al lado de la cama.

Sin mediar palabra con el lindo hombre debajo de tí, te escurriste cuál serpiente hasta estar frente a su intimidad, bajando tortuosamente sus pantalones de dormir y boxer color negro mientras el te miraba suplicante, pero sin decir ni una palabra.

Al bajar su ropa, te encontraste con su prominente erección que golpeó fuertemente tu mejilla derecha, un golpe seco que hizo gemir a Choso.

Sin importarte mucho diste una gran lamida a su miembro desde la base hasta la punta succionando la misma, ganado un suspiro pesado de el contrario.

Ya estando en el inicio de su intimidad, fuiste bajando mientras lo colocabas dentro de tu boca, escenario que volvía loco al pelinegro que agarraba fuertemente las sábanas para después tirar su cabeza hacia atrás de el placer obtenido.

Tus movimientos eran constantes y rápidos, aunque en momentos bajabas la intensidad para torturar al contrario.

Los gemidos de el hombre se hacían presentes y su inminente orgasmo también, el chico estaba a punto de explotar, lindos gemidos y súplicas salían de el, haciendole honor a tu nombre.

"____! Por favor... Dios mío, déjame correrme, te lo suplico" Dijo Choso rogando mientras su labio estaba siendo mordido por el mismo al punto de sangrar levemente.

Sacaste su miembro de tu boca, para acariciar sus abdominales mientras movías tu mano de arriba a abajo sobre su eje.

Escuchando sus súplicas y pensando que decir detuviste nuevamente tus movimientos, frustrando de sobremanera al más alto.

"Un rato más lindo, te haré sentir muy bien, la espera vale la pena, solo se paciente" Dijiste para guiñarle un ojo y comenzar a bajar tu short y ropa interior, dándole una linda vista al contrario.

Volviste a tu posición inicial de estar en su regazo, teniendo sus intimidades cerca.

Agarras su miembro y comienzas a introducirlo, mientras con la mano que tenías apoyo en su muslo estaba siendo marcado con tus uñas bien cuidadas.

Choso se estremecía y jadeaba mientras tus paredes lo abrazaban sin quitar la mirada en ningun momento de la unión de sus intimidades.

Comenzaste a moverte sobre el, escuchando sus pieles chocar haciendo un ruido sumamente obsceno que volvía loco al hombre, sus gemidos cubrían los tuyos, siendo muy ruidoso por todo lo que estaba sintiendo, tanta estimulación y negación lo estaba matando.

Fuiste más rápido, apoyándote en su hombro, mordiendo su cuello nuevamente.

Tenías su boca en tu oreja escuchando a claridad total todo su placer.

Parecía que tú estabas hecha para el, como se conectaban, como apretabas todo su eje y encajaban perfectamente, lo volvía loco y adicto a lo que le provocabas.

Estaba a punto de llegar a su climax, y esta vez si tienes planeado dejar que lo alcance.

Casi llorando, con los ojos cristalizados el más grande súplica.

"D-dios, dime qué si, por dios, dime qué me puedo correr, lo necesito, t-te necesito" dijo cerrando los ojos dejando caer sus lágrimas de estimulación.

"Si, Choso puedes correte" Dije entrecortadamente para el hombre.

Cada segundo que pasaba aumentaba la intensidad separando mi cara de su hombro para mirarlo a los ojos.

El obsesionado mirando mis pechos rebotar mientras llevaba uno a su gran mano, apretándolo suavemente.

Gruñia en vez de gemir, los jadeos ya eran casi inexistentes, hasta que por fin llegó a su climax.

Su cuerpo se contrajo y agarro mis caderas para moverme y dejar toda su semilla dentro de mí.

Jadeando soltó mis caderas, pero sinceramente no había llegado a mi punto final, así que seguí moviendome.

Su cara fue un poema, jamás había experimentado la sobreestimulacion y se notaba.

Desesperado colocó parte de su puño en su boca para morderlo por la sensación que le estaba haciendo sentir.

Agarraba las sábanas con desesperación, mientras lágrimas brotaban de sus ojos.

Su semilla se veía esparcida entre mis muslos y su pelvis, dando una lubricación natural.

Pronto sentiría mi propio orgasmo llegar al igual que el suyo, ya por segunda vez.

Me moví con más intensidad persiguiendo mi primer climax, consiguiéndolo a la par de Choso.

Cansados tratamos de calmar nuestras respiraciones, con nuestros corazones juntos y un lindo abrazo que denota todo el amor que tiene para dar.

Sinceramente fue una noche que siempre va a recordar.

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Una condena agradable - Matías Recalt

Cap I. Cap II. Cap III. +18! Dom!Matías celoso y posesivo. Begging, creampie, degradation, exhibicionismo, fingering, grinding, nipple play, posible spit kink, sexo oral (male recibe), sexo sin protección, slapping, voyeurismo, edades no especificadas. Uso de español rioplatense.

Matías adora a sus compañeros de rodaje, de eso no hay duda... Adora el vínculo que se formó entre los integrantes del grupo durante los largos meses que pasaron en hoteles y en el set, la pasión que comparten por el trabajo que realizaron y el apoyo mutuo. Por esos motivos y más fue que decidió organizar una cena.

No fue un trabajo sencillo: cuando una mitad del grupo podía la otra se veía imposibilitada, el clima arruinaba las posibilidades de reunirse, surgía un evento al que debían asistir o alguien cancelaba y los demás también lo hacían, hasta que llegó el día en que –para sorpresa de todos- el plan se concretó gracias a Enzo.

Con un simple mensaje en el grupo de WhatsApp en el que dejaba saber que iba a estar en la ciudad y proponía hacer algo, el asunto se solucionó en menos de veinticuatro horas. Matías agradeció internamente al uruguayo por la acción, luego por la sugerencia de trasladar la cena al jardín para tener más espacio, y más tarde por ser él quien se encargara principalmente de hacer los arreglos allí.

¿Pero ahora…? Ahora se arrepiente de todo.

No recuerda en qué momento dejó su lugar a tu lado ni por qué, sólo sabe que cuando regresó alguien más había ocupado su silla y vos estabas inmersa en una conversación con Enzo. Puede que estén hablando de música, películas, libros o lo que sea que el mayor te haya enseñado en la pantalla de su celular que te hizo reír a carcajadas, pero a Matías no le importa eso. Sólo puede pensar en cuánto desea acercarse y rodearte con sus brazos o sentarte sobre su regazo y poner sus manos en tus muslos descubiertos.

Las voces de Esteban y Francisco lo regresan a la realidad con una pregunta que no logra procesar, por lo que responde con balbuceos mientras se pone de pie trastabillando. Se acerca lentamente, cada paso permitiéndole apreciar más y más cómo las luces con las que decoraron el jardín resaltan el color de tus ojos y hacen que tu cabello brille, y también ve la forma en que Enzo se inclina para hablarte al oído.

Pero siendo tan receptiva, siempre percibís la cercanía de tu novio y rápidamente volteás a verlo con una sonrisa, ignorando la acción de Enzo y lo que tuviera para decir. Matías te devuelve la sonrisa, una sensación de satisfacción instalándose en su abdomen bajo, y toma tu mano cuando extendés tu brazo hacia él a modo de bienvenida.

-¿De qué estaban hablando?- pregunta, tan simpático como siempre, antes de darte un beso en la mejilla. Su mano se desliza por tu hombro y tu cuello como si se tratara de un masaje.

-Enzo me estaba mostrando unas fotos de sus gatos, ¿querés ver?

Matías no quiere ver, en este momento poco le importa cualquier cosa que no seas vos, pero asiente enérgicamente para mantener la fachada y finge interés cuando ve las fotografías. Enzo explica el contexto y el anillo en su dedo brilla bajo las luces cuando el movimiento de sus manos acompaña sus palabras, las cuales Matías no registra en lo absoluto.

Alzás la mirada cuando sus manos se entrelazan inocentemente sobre tu pecho.

-¿Me acompañás…?- señala el interior de la casa-. Quiero buscar el número de una heladería.

No te da tiempo a responder y mucho menos comentarle que pueden pedir helado desde cualquier aplicación de delivery disponible, su mano en tu espalda te obliga a ponerte de pie y seguirlo. No te preguntás por qué no busca el número que tanto necesita en la cocina o por qué no se detiene junto al teléfono de línea, tampoco el motivo por el cual te arrastra escaleras arriba.

Sabés la razón desde que sentiste la forma en que te miraba.

Te dirige hacia la habitación más cercana y cierra la puerta a sus espaldas con tranquilidad: la expresión en su rostro no delata sus pensamientos (plagados en su totalidad con la imagen de su amigo acercándose descaradamente a tu figura) y sus hombros relajados te hacen dudar por un breve instante, pero su silencio es inquietante y tus labios tiemblan con una sonrisa nerviosa.

-¿La estás pasando bien?- se acerca lenta y sigilosamente, como si se tratara de un depredador, obligándote a retroceder hasta que tu espalda toca la pared junto a la ventana. Comienza a jugar con una de las tiras de tu vestido-. Te vi muy entretenida con Enzo

-Estábamos hablando de los Oscar.

-¿Viste qué lindo que estaba con ese traje?

Te mordés el labio para contener la risa… pero el daño ya está hecho y es sólo cuestión de unos segundos para ver los efectos: su palma impacta con fuerza sobre uno de tus pechos e inmediatamente comienza a pellizcar tus pezones, aún más sensibles de lo usual debido a la tela que roza tu piel. Desliza las tiras de tu vestido por tus hombros y la prenda cae hasta tu cintura, revelando las marcas que sus dientes y sus labios dejaron por la mañana.

-¿Ahora te quedás callada?- te pellizca nuevamente y esta vez no intentás reprimir el gemido que te provoca-. Contestá.

-¿Y si nos escuchan?

La sombra de una sonrisa maliciosa cruza su rostro, pero sólo comprendés lo que significa cuando sus manos ejercen presión sobre tus hombros para dejarte de rodillas. Te obliga a mirarlo a los ojos tirando de tu cabello con fuerza y la posición se torna dolorosa luego de transcurridos unos minutos, pero adora verte a sus pies y recordarte cuál es tu lugar.

El sonido de su ropa es distante y sus movimientos rápidos apenas te permiten asimilar lo que ocurre antes de sentir que su miembro golpea tu mejilla. Debería avergonzarte la forma en que tus labios se separan instintivamente, tu lengua asomándose con la esperanza de probarlo cuanto antes, pero en lo único que pensás es lo mucho que te excita ver a Matías así de celoso.

Mantiene el contacto visual mientras acerca su miembro a tu boca y delinea tus labios para humedecerlos con su excitación antes de deslizarse sobre tu lengua, el sabor más que familiar haciéndote suspirar. Tus labios se cierran sobre la punta y emite un siseo cuando comenzás a succionar, sus párpados luchando para no cerrarse cuando el calor de tu boca lo envuelve y el placer lo invade.

Los dedos en tu cabello te obligan a separarte de él, pero no te da tiempo a protestar porque el deseo lo lleva a adentrarse nuevamente en tu boca en menos de un segundo. Repite el mismo movimiento una y otra vez, hundiéndose más y más hasta golpear tu garganta con cada embestida y hacer que tus ojos se llenen de lágrimas. Parpadeás para disipar las lágrimas y tu máscara de pestañas comienza a correrse, pero él no piensa detenerse hasta arruinar todo tu maquillaje.

Sus movimientos se tornan desesperados y abusa de tu boca sin consideración, casi olvidando o eligiendo ignorar que necesitás oxígeno, pero su oído siempre está atento a los matices en los sonidos indecentes que provoca su accionar... Y también al efecto que este tiene en tu ser, nublando tus ojos con una bruma familiar y dilatando tus pupilas casi al máximo.

Una de sus manos cubre tu nuca para evitar que te golpees mientras la otra tira de tu cabello para mantenerte estática en tu lugar, una contradicción que señalarías si tu mente permitiera que fueras consciente de ello.

Matías se deleita con la imagen de tu labial difuminado y los restos que este dejó en su piel, la saliva que corre por las comisuras de tus labios y tu mentón ahora también goteando hasta manchar tus muslos y deslizarse entre ellos. Tus manos se acercan a tu centro y decide darte un respiro al notar la forma en que tus dedos se contraen debido a la necesidad de tocarte, pero no te deja ir sin antes golpear tus labios y tu mejilla con su miembro goteante.

Te ayuda a ponerte de pie y te conduce sutilmente hacia la ventana, empujándote con delicadeza hasta que las cortinas se deslizan sólo lo necesario para que tu espalda entre en contacto con el cristal frío. El contraste al sentir la calidez de sus manos sobre tu cuerpo te hace suspirar, sobre todo cuando sus dedos se deslizan bajo tu vestido y te rozan a través del algodón humedecido.

-¿Y si nos vienen a buscar?- preguntás en un susurro, como si los invitados ocupando el jardín pudieran oírte-. ¿Y si nos ven?

Sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa y podrías jurar que sus ojos se oscurecen por completo... Eso es precisamente lo que él quiere, lo comprendés una vez que sus dedos hacen a un lado tu ropa interior y se introducen en tu interior sin previo aviso, pero sin dificultad alguna gracias al estado en el cual te dejó luego de utilizar tu boca.

-Qué putita que sos- besa tu mejilla con suavidad-. Cómo te gusta chupármela.

No lo negás, por supuesto que no, porque es la verdad. Matías sabe cuánto disfrutás tenerlo en tu boca y adora torturarte recordándotelo cada vez que tiene la oportunidad, que es casi a diario; pero también adora sentir la forma en que tus líquidos brotan de tu interior y mojan sus dedos. Curva los dígitos rozando tus paredes y gemís con fuerza, tu rostro contrayéndose en una mueca de placer que hace palpitar su miembro. Comienza a aumentar el ritmo progresivamente y es recompensado con tus jadeos, tus súplicas y promesas.

Se detiene en seco al verte tomar aire y retira sus dedos de manera abrupta, el brillo en ellos evidente cuando serpentean con lentitud sobre la extensión de su casi dolorosa erección. Levanta la falda de tu vestido hasta descubrir por completo tu centro, así como la parte posterior de tus muslos y tus glúteos, y desliza su punta sobre tu ropa interior, la mezcla de tus fluidos y el líquido preseminal humedeciendo la tela hasta volverla prácticamente traslúcida.

Tirás de la prenda arruinada para descubrir tu intimidad y lloriqueás cuando su glande acaricia tu clítoris, deslizándose luego entre tus pliegues y cayendo en un vaivén que amenaza con hacerte perder la cordura.  Observás casi en trance cómo su miembro ardiente desaparece entre tus piernas una y otra vez, resplandeciendo cuando la luz lo golpea.

 -Mati…

-¿Qué?- sus ojos encuentran los tuyos-. ¿Qué querés?

-A vos, por favor- arquea una ceja-. Por favor, por favor, te necesito.

Te acaricia una última vez antes de sujetarte por los hombros y obligarte a voltear, una de sus manos presionando tu rostro contra la ventana mientras la otra tira de tu cadera hasta posicionarte a su antojo, en un ángulo que le permite apreciar la forma en que tu ropa interior se adhiere a tu piel. La idea de romperla es tentadora, pero se limita a hacerla a un lado.

Observa la forma en que tus ojos analizan el exterior, confiando en que vas a detenerlo si sentís que la situación te supera, y se oye suspirar contento cuando siente la forma en que tu cuerpo se relaja por completo.

Dirige su miembro hacia tu entrada brillante y acaricia tus pliegues, pero el evidente rastro de tu humedad en tus muslos lo distrae y sólo se recupera cuando movés tu cadera para incitarlo a continuar. Comienza a introducirse en tu interior, tan cálido y apretado como siempre, y tus gemidos se tiñen con desesperación ante la sensación de plenitud que te otorga.

-Más, Mati, por favor.

No hay forma de que se niegue.

Sus movimientos son lentos pero expertos y el sonido que produce la colisión entre su cuerpo y el tuyo es suficiente para hacer que tus rodillas tiemblen, las fuerzas abandonándote debido al placer que te consume cada vez que sentís su miembro alcanzar el punto más profundo de tu ser. Sus gruñidos y suspiros hacen que te contraigas a su alrededor, arrancando más sonidos similares de sus labios.

Sentís su respiración sobre tu cuello, sus labios entreabiertos dejando besos en tus hombros y en tu espalda, las palabras que susurra contra tu piel pero que no lográs comprender debido a otros sonidos. Sus dedos abandonan su lugar en tu cabello para masajear uno de tus pechos con fuerza y luego atacan tus pezones, ya erectos y sensibles debido al roce constante con la ventana.

Tus piernas amenazan con cerrarse cuando sus dientes capturan la piel sensible entre tu hombro y tu cuello, la sensación del dolor dejándote al borde del orgasmo. Te libera y su lengua se desliza sobre la zona afectada con intención de aliviar la irritación, pero el resultado es tu respiración agitándose y tus jadeos inquietos.

Una de sus manos danza cerca de tu centro y por un segundo creés que está a punto de tocarte, pero te sorprende el sentir que vuelve a arrugar tu vestido entre sus dedos para luego obligarte a sostenerlo. Rezás porque ninguno de sus amigos decida apartarse de la mesa, rogás que nadie se acerque al árbol y observe las ramas que ocultan la ventana, porque de lo contrario verían el completo desastre en el que te transformó Matías.

Dejás salir un gemido más que sonoro cuando sentís su mano acariciando tu abdomen bajo, el sonido repitiéndose y escalando en volumen cuando sus dedos se contraen y sus uñas rozan tu piel. Dirigís una mirada a tus pechos y a las marcas rojizas que los adornan en señal de pertenencia.

Un destello de luz llama tu atención y te alejás del cristal para estudiar el jardín, pero tu visión nublándose y el vidrio empañado por tus suspiros te impiden ver con claridad. Los movimientos de Matías no cesan y una embestida particularmente profunda hace que cierres los ojos al gemir, las lágrimas deslizándose por tus mejillas y humedeciendo tus labios entreabiertos. Cuando repite el movimiento soltás un grito, desbordada por el fuego que parece recorrer tus venas.

Sus dedos se deslizan sobre tu piel expuesta hasta llegar a tu clítoris, la humedad recubriendo la zona y dificultando un poco sus movimientos por un breve instante. Dibuja círculos con precisión, pero cuando ejerce todavía más presión pronunciás un hilo de palabras incomprensibles y sabe que tu orgasmo está a unos pocos segundos de distancia, sólo tiene que…

-¡Matías!- decís entre dientes, tu cuerpo rígido-. Enzo… nos está viendo.

La acción pasa desapercibida debido a que tus ojos están fijos en la silueta que se oculta a la sombra del árbol, pero Matías arroja la cabeza hacia atrás presa del éxtasis. Aumenta el ritmo de su mano, los movimientos de su cadera son brutales y su miembro está causando estragos en tu interior, que se evidencian cuando tus piernas flaquean al tiempo en que apretás tu vestido entre tus dedos.

Está mal. Está muy mal, pero…

Con la concentración suficiente, podés distinguir la forma en que Enzo mueve su mano de arriba abajo sobre su entrepierna. El anillo en su dedo brilla de vez en cuando, un débil hilo de luz delatando su presencia de la forma más descarada, pero lo que verdaderamente te provoca es la forma en que sus ojos se iluminan cuando da una calada al cigarrillo que sostiene.

-Sos mía, ¿entendiste? De nadie más- tu novio acentúa sus palabras con estocadas profundas que te roban el aire-. ¿Entendiste…?

Asentís, repitiendo tuya un sinfín de veces, sorprendida por el peso de las lágrimas formándose una vez que tu orgasmo te golpea. Intentás mantener los ojos abiertos, pero el placer te vence y cuando decidís dejarte ir Matías te sostiene entre sus brazos para evitar que te desmorones.

La cortina regresa a su lugar, pero tu atención está puesta en tu novio y el calor de su cuerpo envolviendo el tuyo, el cual está enteramente a su disposición. Tus gemidos no disminuyen y tu orgasmo se prolonga hasta que comenzás a quejarte debido a la sensibilidad, tu respiración agitada dificultando la articulación de palabras.

Con una última estocada, Matías llena tu interior con su semen. Se recupera mientras reparte uno que otro beso en tu cabello y toma tu mentón entre sus dedos para obligarte a voltear y besarte.

-Mía- susurra contra tus labios, su voz aún entrecortada y cargada de sexo.

-Tuya- jurás, sintiendo cómo abandona tu interior y acomoda tu ropa rápidamente.

Le dirigís una mirada suplicante al sentir la forma en que su liberación comienza a escaparse y humedecer tu ropa interior, pero su única respuesta son una sonrisa y un beso en tu frente.

Pequeñas aclaraciones:

1) El título y parte de la trama están fuertemente inspirados en Persiana Americana de Soda Stereo, pero la versión de los 11 Episodios Sinfónicos que fue el álbum que escuché mientras escribía. Lo recomiendo para acompañar la lectura en caso de que vuelvan a leer esto ♡

2) Si creen estar viendo esta publicación por segunda vez... no se equivocan, es porque nuevamente tuve un desencuentro con Tumblr 😭

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Abril con un poco de mi...

Abril me trae la ausencia prendida a la noche, las fotografías de un otoño pasado donde era tan feliz y no supe aferrarme a esos brazos. Capaz la necesidad de siempre querer más o la incapacidad de las personas de darme tan poco; ¿pero que es lo que nos llenará el alma en este otoño? La soledad, la ausencia, la partida de personas ajenas, siniestras… el duelo, un amor fallido, los matices del dolor que siempre quedan… ¿que ocupará el color naranja en este otoño? O quizás no haya en estos meses, capaz me revuelque en la cama pensando a cuántas personas bese en este colchón, a cuentas les hice el amor encima del escritorio; son solo números, no te preocupes. Es la voz de mi inconsciente que se antepone a la situación que vendrá en la noche; culpa. Porque es Abril en pleno otoño, al comienzo o al final, pero es abril. Y estoy tan sola, sin querer la compañía de otro ser humano, me resguardo en los libros que me dejo de tarea hace dos inviernos y otra vez enciendo la cafetera. Estuve pensando en mudarme, a algo más bonito, más blanco, celestial y con pureza, es que perdí la fe en el camino y ahora cuando rezo no tiene sentido. Basta, no me hagas caso, es abril, hace frío, estoy sola y con pequeñas manchas en la piel por culpa de la impresora, me bañe y me refregué todo lo que pude. Pero traspaso la dermis y ahora presume ser un tatuaje al lado de su nombre, no por mucho señora mancha… no se ponga cómoda que en cuanto aprenda o sepa como quitarla no dudare en hacerlo. Abril me trajo soledad, enfermedad, un beso a medias con la palma de mi mano y grillos por toda la casa, por eso quiero mudarme, este departamento ya no puede abarcar lo que tanto tengo en el interior. Es que soy joven, no sé cuántos años tengo en realidad y es que he mentido tanto con la edad que pensar en un número se hace irreal. ¿Por qué mentí cuando Karen me preguntó si la amaba? Me remonto a 2014, ¿que voy a saber yo de amar? Era otoño, estaba de novia con Gonzalo, apenas iniciábamos o ya estábamos culminando, pero me gustaba como besaba, no me dejaba restos de él en mi boca, era limpio y cuidadoso. Recuerdo lo carnoso que tenía los labios y lo suave que me hablaba cuando me pasaba a buscar para ir a estudiar. Cuestión que Karen tampoco me amaba, pero mentía cada tanto por mensajes de Facebook diciendo que estaba muy enamorada de mi y quería que terminara con Gonzalo para que sea su novia. Al final, dejé a Gonzalo, no por ella, por el… porque el si estaba enamorado. Y a Karen nunca la bese, yo andaba curioseando por el mundo de la bisexualidad… pero nunca me gusto en realidad. ¿Es que se supone que tengo que sentir? Puedo decir y afirmar qué hay chicas muy lindas, pero ahora ya de grande me he escondido en tantas vaginas que ya no sé qué sabor tenía la mía antes de todo esto. Abril me trajo café, fui virgen hasta los dieciocho… bueno lo que puede llamarse virgen… teóricamente nadie había entrado en mi pero yo si había entrado en otros. Me pase los dieciséis haciendo orales, en el baño de la escuela, en un auto clio blanco, en la parte trasera de un centro médico, detrás de un árbol, en el baño de una fiesta y en la cama de mi antiguo hogar… aún así nunca súper realmente si lo hacía bien o mal. ¿Le abra importado mi carencia de experiencia? Es que nunca concluí en el acto sexual, es que no puedo acabar, no tengo orgasmos y es una pena según para todos ellos que nunca podré sentirlo… me lo describieron muchas veces, como si fuera un ciego que no puede ver el mundo y necesita que le expliquen con palabras algo que nunca podré conocer. Nunca me sentí mal por ello, ahora de grande ya no me interesa y es por eso que no tengo ganas de tener sexo; pero a veces me gusta sentir la piel de la otra persona, la calidez de la inocencia manchada de excitación y su disfrute en la oscuridad de sus ojos. Es por eso que Abril me deja un poco volada, pasa mi cumpleaños y pasa el cumpleaños de la primera persona de la cual me enamore… pero no pude darle mi corazón y ella no pudo quedarse a vivir la vida conmigo.

Porque abril es esto, es soledad, ausencia, vacío y enfermedad; manchas del duelo que dejó marzo y dolor en él pensamientos de que fueron tantos y ninguno llegó para quedarse en verdad.

[marleyybluu]

Us

Summary: Nia and Oscar celebrate graduating college. Pairings: Oscar Diaz x black! OC, poc! OC Warnings: Smut with a little bit of plot, swearing, oral (f receiving), creampie, raw (but wrap that shit up irl pls lol) Word count:1.7k side note: I was high when I wrote this so excuse any misspells, or sentences that don't make sense.

"Mmm, I'm so proud of you baby." Nia purred in her young lover's ear. Fresh out of college, the young couple were out on their own starting their adult lives. Well at least planning to. But for now, they were still young and stupid and in love. Oscar wasn't one for parties other than his own, but Nia convinced him to come to a little graduation party one of her friends was having.

She sat on his lap playing with the buttons on the black dress shirt that she bought him for the party after graduation. With a mixture of various liquors and THC, she was riled up and ready to go back to her place knowing her sister would be at her own boyfriend's spot.

Her sloppy kisses covered the Santos tattoo on his neck. "I'm proud of you too, Mi amor." He mumbled fixing himself from his uncomfortable erection. Nia purposefully ran her hand up his leg gently passing his bulge and up his torso. "Let's go home. To my home. My sister's not there." The music may have been loud but Oscar heard that loud and clear. They said bye to the few friends they came with and vanished from the party. The two got inside his cherry red Impala and headed off to Nia's house.

"I can not believe we graduated college."

"You didn't think we would? You're a nerd."

She laughed. "So are you."

Oscar sucked his teeth rolling his eyes at her. Nia giggled reaching between his legs but his hand grabbed her wrist and she gasped. "I'm not trynna crash the car."

She slid out of his grip proceeding with caution but she knew he'd give in. "I'm sorry baby." He hummed feeling her plump lips on his warm cheek. "Te Quiero." I love you. She whispered. "Yo Tambien te amo."I love you too. He whispered back. She smiled warmly and sat back in her seat letting her high just ride out. The car ride was a comfortable silence, Nia was close to falling asleep but awoke once she felt that turn letting her know she was home.

The young woman dug in her purse for her keys successfully finding them and walked out of the car to the front door leaving Oscar behind. He shook his head watching her stumble through the door. "You're never drinking again." He laughed closing it behind them. "Don't challenge me." She shouted from the bedroom taking off her earrings and other jewelry. Oscar invited himself inside as he did on many occasions sitting down on her soft mattress. Nia could feel those lustful and curious eyes bore into her backside. 

She purposefully bent over in her short dress, a bit of her thong peeking at him. She quietly laughed to herself turning on her speaker and putting on some Jill Scott, He Loves Me (Lyzel in E Flat), to be exact. Nia finally turned to face him, he was devouring her with his eyes and she suddenly felt shy. She tip-toed over to him settling her stance between his legs. Oscar didn't waste a second touching her bare skin, squeezing her pillow-soft thighs. 

He lifted up the bottom of her dress bunching it around her hips, he pressed his lips against her lower stomach, his fingers tracing the outline of her lacy panties. "This is killing me." She began to whine but he smacked her ass cutting her complaints off. She was high and horny, she didn't even want the foreplay, just wanted some dick but he loved torturing her when she was like this. 

Her panties were now pooled around her feet. Oscar groaned at the glistening view of her pussy, he picked her up switching their positions, she giggled when her back hit the sheets, and he placed his hands beside her head. He leaned down to her lips until he could feel her warm breath on his own, when she went to close the gap he moved to her jaw. He teased her knowing how much she loved to kiss, if you left it up to her she'd kiss him all day with no breaks. "You are so unfair." 

Her boyfriend pulled down the top of her dress allowing her breasts to spill out, his mouth instantly attaching to one while his hand played with the other. Nia could feel herself leaking for him, aching for him to play with her pussy. "Please, baby." She begged, quickly turning into a groan when she felt him smirk against her torso. He decided to stop dragging her through the mud and give her what she wanted. 

Oscar gently dragged his two fingers down her soaking slit, her breathing shuttered and the little contact. "Pretty ass fucking pussy." He mumbled slipping his tongue between her folds, her thighs almost closing around his head, he held her legs down as he toyed with her clit-- the licking, the sucking, his involuntary had her writhing under him. 

"Fuck, oohh yes." Her angelic moans filled his ears, he took one of his hands away from her leg slowly circling her hole before gently sliding it in, a gasp sounded from her parted lips enjoying the extra sensation. 

She found his mouth and fingers combo was dangerous, it would have her running all the time. Her nails gripped onto the red sheets, and her back slowly arched. "Oscar, oh, please! I'm gonna cum." 

He slipped in another finger and her eyes disappeared inside her skull, she pulled her body back but he was quick to tug her into him. She couldn't fight it, she was creaming all over his fingers and down his chin. Nia's hand fell on top of his head pushing him back, she couldn't take anymore. "Oooh, wait, fuck!" Oscar removed his mouth placing it under her belly button piercing. He slowly took out his fingers bringing them up to his lips so he could suck off her juices. 

"You so nasty." She blushed hiding behind her hands, he moved from between her legs and unbuttoned his dress shirt all the way down and slid it off, his pants were next to go. Nia sighed seeing his dick spring out of his boxers, she was becoming slick all over again. He went back on top of her smooching from her forehead, down her nose and finally her lips, he flinched feeling her nails run down his sides. Oscar pushed his hips forward sliding his cock in between her folds feeling how wet she had become. 

Nia moaned against his lips cupping his face lovingly, wanting to pull his in as if they could get any closer. He continued teasing her, sliding back and forth until she had enough. The desperate girl reached down between them gently grabbing him and guiding him inside her. They both moaned at the feeling. They've felt it a hundred times over but it would never get old. 

Oscar buried his head in the crook of her neck, clashing their hips together with every thrust. The constant moans in his ear, the praise she spoke, "You feel so good daddy, so fucking good." She was so gushy, overflowing with pleasure. Nia wrapped her legs around his waist her heels digging into his cheeks hoping he'd get the message to go deeper, and he did. "That's what you want? Hm?" 

He pulled out and slid back in as deep as he was before, he didn't move too busy admiring her various love faces. "Right there." 

"Right there?" He thrust inside her again maintaining a not too slow but not too fast pace. Nia let out a cry quickly planting her hand on his lower stomach she was regretting her words already. "Move it." He ordered. "But baby-"

"Move. It." 

Nia pouted pulling it back, he continued his bumping and grinding, and he hissed feeling her get wetter and wetter, convulsing around him in the process. "You wanna cum again mamita?" 

"Yes, please, fuck yes!" Oscar chuckled pulling all the way out and telling her to turn around, she closed her legs looking for friction to get her where she wanted to be, he smacked her thigh and repeated his instructions. 

He watched as she slowly turned around, he smirked seeing his name on the back of her right shoulder. His girlfriend pushed back on him craving him back inside her, she hissed feeling a sting on her skin. Oscar closed his eyes feeling her warmth wrapped around him once again, Nia couldn't wait and drove her hips back and forth.

He leaned over grabbing her braids and pulling her hair, making sure he was right next to her ear. "You're so fucking pretty when you fuck yourself on me." He slapped her thigh before matching her beat, slowly getting faster and faster to the point where she couldn't do anything but take it. 

"Oscar! Oh! I ca- I'm gonna cuuu-" Nia felt her body still her hands tugging in the messy sheets, he knew she was cumming on him, nothing but strangled moans came from her throat. Soon his own high was catching up to him pushing himself deep before burying his seed inside her, she giggled feeling his hot liquid inside. He stayed inside until he felt like he was good and empty. 

"Shit." He huffed laying next to her. "Mmm, you know if I end up pregnant I'm gonna trap you right?" 

Oscar snorted draping his arm over her. "Good." He said kissing her shoulder. 

It was a long night and a long night became what felt like a short morning. Nia couldn't believe she was hearing birds chirping already, the sun already burning her eyelids, she could feel an empty space next to her and immediately pouted. "Where are you going?" She asked hearing him put on his belt. 

"Got shit to take care of." 

"Mmm, why can't you just stay for like two more minutes?"

Oscar playfully smacked her bum. "One day I'll be able to when we get the fuck up out of Freeridge. I'll see you tonight?" 

She nodded refusing to open her eyes. "Come back to me in one piece, please?" 

He pressed a longing kiss on her head before whispering. "I always do." 

I just felt like writing something nasty and short I don't know. I'll be posting Problem part 2 soon, I might name it something else I don't know yet.

Making a masterlist soon, bout to start organizing this shit.

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