Summary: You crush over your older attending doctor and one day you end up confessing to him, which leads to a heated session at the hospital's supply closet.
Warnings: Controversial age gap (reader is in her 20s), inappropriate work relationship, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex and pulling out method (don't do that), poorly written, english not being my first language, inevitable grammatical errors, barely proof read, my inability to write short sentences
A/N: So, umm I'm down BAD for Shawn Hatosy (yes I'm super late to the party) and I felt the need to write some shitty self indulgent fic. But here is where it gets better because I've only watched the very first episode of The Pitt because I have this fear of medical/trauma stuff and felt like passing out while watching. With that being said, my perception of Jack Abbot is based on the 30 seconds of screen time he had on that episode, the tons of tiktok edits I've watched and the fics I've read in here. So, please excuse any inaccuracies regarding the way I've written him and the hospital setting in general. In conclusion, stay mad stay mystified. :")
P.s: In case anyone's wondering about the title it's from the Michael Jackson song.
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If somebody had asked you where you'd see yourself 4 months into your residency at the hospital, 'bent over against the wall of the supply closet getting fucked by your attending' would definitely not have been a possible answer.
And that's mainly because you never expected to find yourself in this kind of relationship with a man almost twice your age who happened to be your supervisor too.
But Dr. Abbot was different. He was impossible to not be attracted to. With that unique confidence and competence of his that made handling the entire night shift and its patients look easy. And that physique? Oh god... Those perfect salt and pepper curls, his sharp hazel eyes and those insane biceps you could see flexing with his every move. He had you feeling in a trance whenever you were in his presence.
Little did you know at first, however, that he was more or less on the same page. He'd noticed you straight away the very first day you came to the hospital. He sure had been sex deprived for a great while, yet it wasn't something he was seeking after, especially while being caught up in such demanding work schedule. Until you joined his team and had him feeling like a schoolboy all over again. Such pretty little thing, he'd think to himself, biting his lip, when his eyes were fixed on you from a safe distance. He knew this was inappropriate, disgusting even, to be seeing you in such way while being both older than you and in an authoritative position. But he couldn't fight those sinful thoughts each time his gaze would land on you and your perfect features. Or the irritability that stemmed from pure jealousy when he'd catch sight of any other male on the shift trying to hit on you.
Another thing you didn't really know, was how this dangerous subtle flirting between you was initiated. It had probably started with Jack never failing to praise you when you where handling a case correctly, with or without his instructions. To which you made sure to reply with a bat of your lashes and a seemingly harmless 'Thank you dr. Abbot.' that drove Jack insane and had him wishing he could have you right then and there. Then there were times when he'd be pushing you subtly more than others to do better. Making sure he pointed out a mistake in your charting or a patient's treatment. An those where the times where you'd hear him saying something like:
"Think it through." "Check this one more time." in that stern voice of his that never left any space for arguement.
Then it became a bit more evident when he'd leave snacks or coffee by your stuff in the break room.
"Figured you needed it." he'd reply with that nonchalant tone laced with genuine consideration when you'd ask him about it.
Then the boundaries where pushed even further when his hand started lingering a fraction of a second longer than necessary, yet enough for you to notice, on your lower back or your shoulder as he'd brush past you. The first time you felt him so close to you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickled and time seemed to have slowed down before he moved away and you were thrown back into the crazy pace of the ER.
From that moment on, you only craved him and his touch more. You kept imagining how those skilled hands of his would feel on your bare skin, exploring, touching, pleasuring you. Sure enough your gaze gave all that away when you were eyeing Jack during a confident reply to one of his witty comments, but maybe just maybe this was exactly what you wanted.
Until it began being obvious enough for Dana and Trinity to notice and probably any other person who could see the way yours and Jack's demeanor changed when you were around each other.
"You'll get your heart broken, you know, it will not end well." Dana had told you with a tired pessimistic tone one day after seeing you swoon over Jack for the umpteenth time.
"What are you even talking about?" you paused your charting, your head snapping to look at her standing next to you.
"You, going after your attending... Not the most responsible thing to do." she gave your desk a pat for emphasis before walking away. There was nothing absurd in her words, you just didn't want to admit it. Especially seeing how Jack seemed to be playing along with you.
Trinity was the next in line to 'scold' you for your controversial choices, a couple of days later.
"I mean, I get it and at the same time I don't." she said, her eyes following yours that were fixed on Jack handling a patient in some room opposite you. "He's not for you and you're not for him. This won't lead anywhere." to which you simply sighed still not looking at her.
"Why don't you go on Tinder? Find a couple dates your age and you'll see this was weird all along." she finally got you to face her with a fed up expression.
"What? I've had 3 relationships thanks to that app" she defended herself.
"Well I don't see any of them having lasted..." you pointed out.
"That's not the point, the point is that you need someone your age ok?"
And thank god for that patient being brought in that exact moment, saving you from having to continue the conversation.
Her and Dana's words kept playing in your mind though and you found yourself reusing that dusty old tinder account you'd opened ages ago.
Resulting in you talking to dumb guy after dumb guy and going to boring date after boring date. An attempt to prove to yourself that your little infatuation was just a phase and you were perfectly capable of pulling guys your age and enjoy their company.
But none of them could make you feel throughout an entire night the way Jack did with just a single glance or brush of his hand.
A handful of such dates later, you were getting tired, bored but most importantly you had ended up thinking about Jack more than you did before, if that was even possible, and it was taking a toll on you.
"What's gotten into you today?" Jack's slightly gravelly voice startled you as he entered the break room one day at an unusually quiet part of the shift, around 3-4am. You kept your back facing him as you leaned against the counter. Apparently your attempts to compose yourself and be professional had been rather unsuccessful and deep down you were painfully aware of the fact that you seemed off that day.
Of course Jack had picked up on it immediately. Your lack of patience, the fact that you were on edge and the complete absence of those brief flirtatious looks you always reserved for him.
You couldn't deny how sick and tired you were of trying. Trying to distract yourself from how down bad you were for him. Trying to find men your age so you could have something that felt a bit more normal, more appropriate.
"I'm fine." your response came sharply as you turned to face him.
"Don't lie to me sweetheart, cause the way you're acting out there says otherwise." he stayed exactly were he was, gazing at you as he moved his hands behind his back. His tone firm, yet not scolding, leaving you space to explain your situation. Seeing you avoid his eyes and keep quiet as if searching for a good enough excuse to have him out of your way as soon as possible, however, he decided to insist.
"Is it one of those assholes you've been finding online?"
He got his answer once he saw your eyes widening and upon seeing how you were trying to collect your thoughts and make sense of it all, he added:
"I heard you and Santos talking about it a few times." earning him a deep sigh and an eye roll on your behalf.
"God, I'm sorry for that..." you quickly became aware of how awkward it must have been for Jack to hear those conversations with Trinity.
"Nothing to be sorry for." he reassured you as he contemplated his next words, the ones that were more important. "But I want to know if anyone has been inappropriate..." he trailed off thinking he was probably being too nosy, demanding too much information from a part of your life in which he wasn't included.
"No, no, no reason to worry about anything like that." the nervous laugh and the way you kept avoiding his eyes, however, was telling him exactly the opposite.
"So there is something to be worried about?" two strides is all he needed to reach you. And now it felt like he was suddenly too close for your sanity.
"Jack..." you began without any clear thought of what you were going to say. But oh how his name sounded off your lips. You only referred to him that way during rare moments of the shift you shared alone, yet he longed to hear his first name in your sweet voice more often.
"Look, I won't force you to talk if you don't want to, but if there's anything going on just know that you can always talk to me." his genuine concern was evident. After all, he had been through enough in his life to want to protect the people he cared for as early on as possible.
You remained silent, just getting lost into his deep hazel gaze for a quick second. Wanting to tell him everything and nothing at the same time. Perhaps this was finally your chance to chose the first option.
"Have you ever badly wanted something, that you could not have and should not even be wanting to have...?" you knew that once those words were spoken out loud, there was no going back.
You kept going.
"And you try to find any substitute you can to forget about it and move on..." your pulse was quickening, your voice threatening to lose its steadiness. "Yet nothing works because nothing can compare and you're just left feeling hopeless and desperate?" you weren't sure if this subtle confession was more liberating than nerve wracking as you waited for Jack's reply.
"More times than I would like to admit." his expression softened yet his answer felt calculated and intentional just like his every move when he was out there saving lives.
"And what's your solution?" you could swear that at some point he must have taken another step towards you because now it felt like he was standing impossibly close. Or was it you who involuntarily had moved, pulled in by his scent- a mix of sandalwood, coffee and something entirely him?
"Depends on what it is that you want." Jack was no novice, he was well aware of the direction this conversation was taking.
"You promise not to think any less of me if I tell you?" the thumping of your heart was so intense you were sure it could be heard across the room at this point.
"Sweetheart, that would take a lot more if it were to happen, trust me." there he went again calling you that dulcet name, with that reassuring tone that drove you insane, as if it was the most natural thing to do.
"You. I want you." you almost hadn't let him finish speaking before you finally confessed. A number of diffrent scenarios were playing in your mind during the miliseconds that followed. Jack could very simply reject you. The whole shift could find out about this conversation. Hell you might even have to change shifts or hospital altogether.
But none of it was in Jack's response, because that didn't come in the form of words, but through a hungry and long awaited crash of his lips on yours.
Your mind instantly enetered autopilot not being able to comprehend the situation. Your body moved of its own accord as you kissed him back and your hands found purchase on his strong shoulders, the moment you felt his grip on your waist.
It was maddening, dizzying, the way his lips molded with yours, but he broke the kiss just as he had initiated it. Reminding you both that you were in a room that anyone could walk in any minute.
So you agreed to move things to the nearby supply closet, which could be locked from the inside. Still risking people looking for you but at least not walking in on such scandalous scene.
Once the door was locked safely, Jack was backing you up against it, resuming the feverish kisses that were soon travelling down your neck. You couldn't stop tracing his toned body, from his freckled arms, to his scrub cladded shoulders and the curls on the nape of his neck.
"Tell me to stop and I will." his husky voice brought you back to reality, as he squeezed your hips in an attempt to wait for your reply before allowing himself to indulge and explore your body further.
"I don't won't you to stop." you panted pulling him impossibly closer, You wanted every inch of him against you. Next thing you knew, with the grip he had on your hips, he was pulling you to back you up against the nearest empty wall.
"I know this is probably wrong, what we're doing, but I've been waiting for it since the moment I layed eyes on you." you whined at his words combined with the hand that slid to apply pressure on your clothed core.
"Show me. Show me what you were thinking about." growing needier by the second you moved in unison with his hand, chasing the friction, all while letting him ravish your neck.
"I would need more time than we currently have, but I could start giving you a taste if you'd spread your legs a bit for me." the hand that had been cupping you moved past your waistband once you gave him more space. He earned a gasp the moment two of his fingers started spreading your arousal, toying lightly with your clit then gliding all the way to nudge at your entrance.
Truth was Jack wanted you on his bed, all spread out for him so he could spend all the time in the world getting to know your body. Feeling your skin against his palms and how different it was on your thighs, your breasts, your pussy. Paying attention to how you reacted to his touch as he changed the spot, the pressure, the rythm.
Such thing was not possible in the restricted space of the supply closet, but he was determined to make you both feel good after months of pent up sexual tension.
"May I?" the pads of his digits circled your entrance with a medical precision to request permission to continue their venture.
"Please..." voice almost shaky with need, you bucked your hips to get him to move, maintaining a strong grip on his shoulders to keep yourself grounded. When he finally did move, a deep exhale tore through you in unison with his low groan.
"Is that what you wanted all along? For me to stretch that tight little cunt of yours with my fingers?" he was curling and pumping his digits in a way that had your knees going weak. "Because I definitely did." he added a thumb on your clit and shushed the moan that left your lips immediately after. "Shh shh. Stay quiet for me. Don't want anyone hearing us." and his lips went back to devouring yours, his stubble adding a heavenly edge to the kisses.
"I always imagined how you would feel inside me." your mind was clouded with pleasure, as your hand reached for his clothed bulge eliciting a hiss against your lips once you began palming him.
"Be patient, sweetheart, I need to get you ready first." he was evidently growing impatient himself. Your delicate hand on his painfully hard cock making his breath labored.
Soon, you were grabbing his wrist to stop the relentless pace of his fingering moments away from your orgasm. If you were to come whithin your given time restriction, you much preferred it to be on his cock.
"What am I gonna do with you, hm?" was all he murmured upon hearing your request, voice straining with desire. But before he allowed himself to continue he made sure to lick clean the fingers that were glistening with your arousal. His lust filled gaze never leaving yours as a content groan rumbled deep within his chest upon tasting you. "Now turn around, hands on the wall." he comanded using the same tone he did when giving you instructions during a case on the shift. Naturally you obeyed, palms coming in contact with the hard surface of the wall, your back arching so your still clothed ass was on full display for Jack.
He wasted no time in lowering your pants and underwear until they pooled at your feet. One rough hand reaching to knead your backside, while the other freed his cock and pumped a few times. A pathetic whine of his name left your lips when his tip slid on your wet folds. "Use your words, tell me what you need." he urged you in a commanding manner while squeezing your hips.
"I need you..." you tried to chase the friction of him against your pussy.
"Need me to do what?" it was ridiculously easy to hold you still until he got an answer.
"I need you to fuck me." a pause "Please..." you added before he asked.
"There we go, that's my good girl." that was the moment he finally started pushing inside you, having you both trying to supress the most explicit sounds. Halfway in he paused to check in on you. "Is this okay?" "Yes." you sighed getting accustomed to the deliciously intense stretch.
That was all he needed to carefully slide all the way in until he bottomed out. He stopped once again, giving you time and letting you both feel each other as close as you've ever been. When his mouth found its spot on the side of your neck for the umpteenth time, he started touching his way up your torso, under your scrubs, until he reached your bra cladded breasts and kneaded them, causing your pussy to clench.
That worked as his signal to begin moving with languid deep strokes that he soon was speeding up seeing the way you were pushing back, aching for more. "Does that feel good?" part of the pleasure for him was making sure you were comfortable and enjoying it as much as he was.
"Good girl, you're taking me so well." he added after your reassurance, picking up the pace and withdrawing one of his hands from your breasts to bring it to your swollen clit.
The sight was obscene - you, a resident doctor bent over against the wall of the hospital's supply closet, arched like a cat while Jack, your attending was thrusting in and out of you, with his hands on your most private parts.
And it was about to get even more obscene as your orgasm was undeniably approaching. Jack was close too, with the way he was struggling to keep quiet and his thrusts were getting desperate.
"Come for me sweetheart. Come on, you did so well, let me see you." he knew you were close by the uncontrolable flutter of your walls around him.
The soft praises that he practically whimpered in your ear combined with the sweet pressure of his cock and the circling of your clit had you reaching your orgasm with a string of profanities mixed with Jack's name falling from your lips. Your nails clawed at the wall as your vision turned white and Jack held his own release through gritted teeth to help you ride yours. Seconds later, he was pulling out and releasing in his tight fist with a guttural groan.
"Next time, I'm buying you dinner first." he was the first one to break the silence as you were catching your breaths, trying to get cleaned up and dressed to return to the chaos of the ER as soon as possible. "And then you're coming to my place, to treat you the way you deserve." a new excitement started blooming within you hearing him say that.
"That's right sweetheart. So I better not see you running after random assholes." he was reaching for the door, his professional demeanor slowly returning.
"Alright doc." you gave him a playfull smirk to which he replied with a quick cheeky wink before exiting and closing the door so no one caught you together. Leaving you in that post-sex high and with a promise that had your head spinning.
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Summary: You meet Javier at a bar after a breakup and you agree you're in need of a quick fuck as much as he is
Warnings: Smut 18+, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v (as if I'll ever write anything different), mentions of alcohol and smoking, English not being my first language, no mentions of y/n
A/N: So umm as you might be guessing, I started watching Narcos and let me tell you I came purely for Pedro but stayed for literally everything else! I thought I'd never enjoy it but omg I'm obsessed I'm almost done with S1! And yes I know I'm 10 years late to this... Anyways, PeΓ±a can have me any way he wants as many times as he wants and wherever he wants. I haven't written a fic so effortlessly since the days I was simping over my fave kpop boys, hope you like it, it was purely self indulgent btw. Also heyyy this is my first Pedro fanfic and I somehow wrote it just in time for his birthday? If that's not destiny... (jk I need to be locked away)
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His hands were big and rough on your body. Your skin smooth and soft against his touch as he undressed you.
Hurriedly, desperately.
Your own hands mirroring his, trying to open the buttons of his tight shirt, as his lips were attacking your neck.
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You only met him an hour ago at the bar you'd picked to get wasted after another breakup. This one hurt a lot you had to admit. You thought you'd finally found the one but you had been quick to judge within the span of half a year.
Turns out you'd only found yourself nothing but a liar and a cheater who had been hooking up with his ex all while acting like a good boyfriend to you.
You shot a death glare at the rather handsome man that approached you with a drink on the counter.
"Not interested." your voice was stern and you didn't even care to take a better glance at him as you downed another shot.
"Cheater?" was it so obvious by the way you were sitting alone hoping to get drunk enough to forget even temporarily what had happened, or was he just really good at reading people?
His simple question caused you to turn your head back to him as you scoffed. And only then did you really notice how good looking he really was under the dim lights of the bar. With his button up shirt that hugged his toned body just right, his slightly tanned skin and that mustache that adorned his handsome face.
"Let me guess, you're just looking for a quick fuck, aren't you?" the look of disgust never leaving your features.
"I'm not gonna pretend or promise you anything else. So if you're up for it, just let me know and I'll get us back to my place in no time." completely unfazed by your state of heartbreak he let you know his intentions as if making a deal of some sort.
His eyes stayed on you through his glass as he took a sip of his own drink waiting for an answer before trying his luck elsewhere.
This would be wrong that was for sure, but maybe due to the alcohol running through your system and how irresistible this man looked, your mind quickly reached the conclusion that it could infact be the best revenge. A way to feel like you were getting back at that shitty person you now called your ex. And since he'd probably never know about this, it all was just leaning towards pure temporary self indulgence.
"Okay." your voice barely contained any emotion as you reached for that man's forearm just when he was ready to turn around and leave, eyes already on his next target. Although surprised, he didn't say another word. With his hand on the small of your back he walked you out of that bar.
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"I don't think I caught your name." you pointed out as his mouth left your neck and traveled to your newly exposed breasts, sending a wave of heat down to your core.
"Javier. And you, sweetheart?" you both had been so desperate to just fuck your problems away you didn't even know each other's names.
He hummed against your skin upon hearing your name, your fingers threaded in his hair holding him close, as he walked you backwards until you reached the foot of his bed. Sharing a messy kiss you shuffled further up on the sheets that had the exact same scent as him, sweet with a hint of tobacco.
All your clothes were long gone by that time. Neither of you caring to make the moment you'd see one another naked for the first time, intimate.
This wasn't about intimacy.
It certainly never had been for Javier. All he wanted was to blow some steam off. It would either be some whore he'd pick up from his favorite place, or someone random from the bar, like you.
You, who he was relieved to see weren't seeking any comfort in his arms. Sure, you knew straight away what it was that he wanted, yet your very recent breakup could easily lead you to believe the man whose hungry lips were traveling down your bare torso, would make you feel whole again.
You were expecting him to simply thrust into you, fuck you to oblivion and get it over with. And that's why a loud gasp escaped your lips when his came in contact with your folds.
"Relax sweetheart, gonna have to get you ready for me."
He could have just chosen to slip two fingers in you and pump a few times, to get you ready. Instead he chose to eat you out. Why? Because deep down Javier was highly competitive.
He didn't know who your ex was, hell he didn't even know you, but he was determined to prove that he could make you fall apart better than anyone, first on his tongue, then his dick.
And that's exactly what he did.
His tongue messed with your folds before slowly, carefully, sliding all the way to your clit and exploring the area around it. His hands found their place on your hip bones, just in time to hold you still when he finally came in contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He alternated between sliding across and lightly sucking it, making you see stars, eliciting sounds of pleasure that had him humming in satisfaction against you, which only added to the sensation.
Your hands where firmly gripping his brown hair, as you grinded against his face, back arching with yet another wanton moan.
"Bet that asshole of yours never had you like this." his voice was muffled. Lifting his gaze he made eye contact, his actions never ceasing, while a hand snaked down between your thighs and two of his digits massaged your entrance. Your arousal coated them enough to allow them to slide in with ease as his name fell from your lips in the form of a sigh.
"Javier..."
He was right. As much as you were embarrassed to admit that a random stranger from a bar with whom you casually hooked up, was better at eating you out than your own boyfriend of six months, that was the truth. And if he had you on the edge of heaven just with his tongue, you were more than curious to see his skills with his dick.
It wasn't long before you sensed your orgasm nearing and that's when you lightly pushed Javier, notifying him that you wanted him to stop his ministrations.
Despite being too lost between your folds, fingers still curling in and out of you at a leisurely pace, he was quick to halt his actions and shoot you a worried look.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I just feel like I'm all ready for you now." your gaze was filled with lust, your breath still a bit heavy, as you pushed yourself off the sheets to meet Javier's lips in a hungry kiss. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, you urged him to move until you were straddling his lap.
Without breaking the kiss you moved your hips and let his dick slide in-between your folds, earning a grunt from the man underneath you.
"Don't tease now, honey." he broke the kiss, gripping your hips to hold them still, only to start moving his own and take the upper hand in what you initiated. "I thought we both wanted the same thing."
"A quick fuck?" you tried to gather your thoughts while he kept sliding against you, spreading your arousal and brushing your clit. "Because it did seem like you were taking your time with me."
"I didn't see you complain about it." his voice was stained. He was desperately holding back more sounds, not wanting to make you think that he wasn't the one in control even for a second.
"There was no reason to do that." the subtle praise that left your lips had his dick twitching, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "But I would greatly appreciate if you could just go on and fuck me now, Javier."
And that's all it took for him to lift you up and let you line yourself up with him, before he was forcefully thrusting into you. The stretch forced a guttural moan out of you that mixed with his deep groan.
He wasted no time in setting a quick pace, reminding both of you how desperately you were chasing that high. Hands still digging into the skin of your hips, he was guiding you on and off him, the angle allowing his tip to hit a spot deep inside you.
The sight was animalistic, filthy. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with your lewd noises.
He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls kept fluttering around him. But so was he, his pace was beginning to falter and that's when he moved one hand from your hips to press his thumb on your already worked up clit.
"Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" he was barely holding on, yet still wanted to have the upper hand, to see you being the one to fall apart first.
Javier's words seemed to be the perfect push you needed to reach your climax. Vision going white as his and god's name were the only two things you were capable of saying as he kept fucking you through it until he halted his own movements with a deep groan, savouring his own orgasm.
You were still panting when you rolled off him to lay on your back. Eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reached for a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it up and taking a puff.
"You can stay the night if you want." he broke the silence once he saw you move in search of your scattered clothes.
Eyes instantly on him, surprised by his proposition, you watched as he released a hazy cloud of smoke with a deep exhale. You couldn't exactly deny spending a few more hours with the man who just gave you the best sex you've had in a while.
As if reading your thoughts he continued. "The bathroom's on the first door to your right. Just let me know if you need anything else."
"Some water would be great." you said, panties in hand, to which he simply replied with a wink as he sat up and tapped the cigarette over the ashtray.
"And just so you know" he stopped you midway out the room, a smirk creeping into his features.
"That motherfucker of yours clearly didn't know what he was missing."
Summary: Javier is the heartthrob of your year in university but is also a fuckboy that hits on every girl he sees. You say you hate him for that but you're not being 100% honest with yourself, until you're alone and bored at a party and decide to be a bit bolder than usual.
Warnings: Mentions of smoking and alcohol, brief mentions of rough unprotected p in v, oral (f&m recieving), fingering, handjob, English not being my first language, no description of the reader aside from the fact that she wears a dress, to make up for the fact that I didn't write something with diversity (sorry :/), no mentions of y/n, I can't write a linear fic to save my life
A/N: Ok ok so first things first, this is part of the HYETTO challenge by @clubsoft ! My promt was this position with Javi in a post houseparty house reeking of alcohol, yummm. Now, that proved to be quite a challenge for me to put together in a way that made as much sense as possible but here I am! It's really nothing much but I hope you guys enjoy it even a bit! Had fun writing about the man I need in ways that are concerning to feminism :") Oh and btw the title is from a song by Lloyd (listen to it if you haven't) because apparently I can't just not associate something with music.
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The sunlight peaking through the curtains gradually woke you up. A stinging headache was the next in line to greet you that morning, or early afternoon to be more precise.
Your vision was blurry at first, making it impossible to recognize your surroundings but soon it started to clear out.
The first thing you figured out was the fact that the bed you were currently lying on was definitely not yours and neither was the whole room surrounding you of course.
Your head felt heavy against the palm of your hand as you pressed it on your forehead, in a ineffective attempt to stop that headache.
God, how much did you drink last night?
But most importantly where were you?
No sooner had you asked yourself that question, than flashbacks of the previous night came parading down your memory lane.
The houseparty of that random somebody from your year in university.
Your best friend Connie practically dragging you along with her and then abandoning you to most definitely hook up with that guy she was crushing on.
Was his name Steve?
His name was not merely as important as that of the next person to appear before your minds eye:
Javier PeΓ±a.
You hated him, despised him even. The way he walked around acting like he owned everything and everyone. Well, every girl to be exact.
He was your year's heart throb and he knew it damn well. All it took was one suggestive look and next thing you know, he'd be fucking whichever girl he was after in the nearest campus bathroom.
And you hated him for that. You found it utterly disgusting, how your fellow female students fell head over heels for such a duche with such ease, when all Javier wanted was to satisfy his dick.
That disgust was most definitely evident in your features whenever, much to your surprise, you had been on the receiving end of his dirty looks and sure as hell the moment you'd seen him arrive at the party.
But was this feeling actually genuine or was it just a cover you'd forced on your real thoughts about him. A cover for the fact that you found Javier devilishly handsome and out of your league at first. Never actually believing you would be the type of girl he was into. With his slutty button-down shirts and tight jeans and those deep brown eyes that were enough to bring you to your knees. Not to even mention that mustache you often caught yourself imagining against your skin.
No no, you hated that guy, he just used women for his pleasure and he'd only leave your heart in shambles if you were to give in to him.
Right?
Well definitely yes, but somehow during that party, with the alcohol getting the best of you and Connie having disappeared long ago, you were getting bored and bold.
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Javier's eyes were on you from somewhere across the room and this was the only thing you could sense despite the noise and the loud music.
You felt like prey under his intense gaze and in a way that's exactly what you were. Yet in that moment this idea seemed far from disgusting. It made your skin heat up and your core tighten.
And that's why you didn't break eye contact as you took a sip of whatever cheap drink you had at that red cup on your lips, watching him as he did the same, his gaze still piercing your soul.
Feeling the familiar burn of the alcohol down your throat, your mind getting more and more blurred with those last sips of the remaining liquid, you decided to take it a step further and made your way to the stairs. Only turning to shoot Javier one last glance before reaching the first step.
A little fun never hurt nobody, right? After all this was all Javier was in for. It didn't have to matter, it didn't have to mean anything.
That was the last coherent thought your mind could form before Javier's hands where on your waist, turning you around to practically devour your lips in a hungry kiss.
You could tell he'd been waiting for this.
His scent of tobacco and cologne along with the taste of alcohol on his tongue was dizzying. And god, how his lips felt on yours.
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SHIT
Had you actually slept with Javier PeΓ±a?
The panic running through your veins had you sobering up even more, as you took a good look around the room.
You were alone and your dress was still on. Your panties weren't however and that realization caused another series of the previous night's events to haunt your memory.
You remembered how his mouth had been on your neck when you'd hastily entered the first empty bedroom available upstairs. How he'd pushed you on the bed and reached for your underwear beneath your dress and the way you'd wiggled out of them as you watched him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans to take his cock out.
He had wasted no time, you didn't want him to either. His hands had guided you on all fours and he filled you up in a swift and deep thrust.
"Good girl, taking me so fucking well." was all he'd hissed before picking up an unrelenting pace.
Oh, how your walls had squeezed him as he slammed his hips against your wet cunt again and again and again. The loud music downstairs muffling your moans and whimpers that were getting mixed with his grunts as he'd come buried deep inside you. One hand on your throat, the other on your clit, he had held you against him. The sinful noises he'd made as he came down from his own high had pushed you over that final line to your own climax.
SHIT
So you had indeed slept with Javier PeΓ±a.
But where was he?
Why did you even wonder such thing? Of course he'd gotten up earlier and left you, what did you expect?
With a long sigh and deciding to completely abandon the idea of searching for your missing panties, after all your dress came down just above your knees, you rose from the bed, slid on your shoes and trudged out the door and down the hallway.
The quietness of the house was deafening. Most party attendees were already gone and the few remaining were probably still sleeping somewhere. A sheer contrast to the previous night when everyone was either dancing, drinking or fucking.
Your legs still felt a bit wobbly as you went down the stairs to the living room, aiming for the kitchen so you'd hopefully get yourself a glass of water.
The scene was definitely messy as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Furniture was pushed to the side to make more space, cups were scattered across the room, a few on the floor and more on whatever surface was available. And well, the smell wasn't exactly that of a nice and clean house, but rather that post party scent that consists mainly of alcohol.
And amongst all that mess, you saw him.
Javier.
Sat on the misplaced couch, manspreading, he had just lit a cigarette when his eyes landed on you across the room.
Just like the previous night.
Just like all those times in-between classes at university.
You ignited something within him. You hadn't given in easily and that drove him insane, he had to have you. Perhaps he was getting bored with girls who were quick to submit, or was simply in the mood for a little adventure. Either way his sights were set on you and you alone.
And god, when you'd shot him that look right in front of the stairs, he thought it must have been a dream. Believed he must have had one too many drinks and was lying somewhere passed out with his mind showing him exactly what he'd been craving for the past few days.
But when he'd slid in between all those semi-drunk young adults on the makeshift dance floor to reach you and his hands had finally come in contact with your waist, he was sure it hadn't been a dream.
And that had been further confirmed by the way his cock hardened in his jeans with each kiss he'd placed on your jaw and neck, each squeeze of his palms on your ass and thighs.
The memory of your tight walls around him was as fresh in his mind as it was in yours.
His hard and deep thrusts.
The way he'd come.
The way you'd come.
What was unclear in both your memories was the part where you'd fallen asleep almost at the speed of sound afterwards. Too drunk on sex and alcohol. Barely exchanging words as if you'd been scared of distorting a dream that was far from reality.
"Mornin' " his voice startled you, causing your grip on the glass of water to tighten as you swiftly turned around to see him entering the kitchen.
"Mornin' " you returned the greeting, eyes fixed on his lips loosely holding the lit cigarette.
"Did you sleep well?" he was closer to you now, offering the cigarette, which you hesitantly took from his fingers. Placing it between your own two lips you took a puff, hoping it would ground you, sober you up even more, before you'd answer him.
"Listen..." you began, returning him the cigarette as if trying to separate yourself from him first physically before you'd do it verbally. "If you waited around and came in here just to tell me I shouldn't expect anything more after last night, believe me I know." you cut straight to the chase. There was no need to overcomplicate things.
"So you can leave now, sorry you had to stay around for nothing." a light sound was heard when you placed your glass in whatever free space you could find on the counter as he put out the half used cigarette in one of the empty red cups.
And you were glad you put that glass down, because the next second Javier's hands were on you from behind, softly yet possessive, his weight trapping you against the counter.
"But what if I don't want to leave just yet?" voice low close to your ear, one hand squeezed your waist, the other traveled up your torso stopping right underneath your chest.
"Javi..." it was a sigh. A sigh which revealed how bad you still craved his touch, but at the same time held on to the tiniest bit of sanity left within you.
A slow kiss was placed on the sensitive spot of your neck in an attempt to eradicate whatever it was that was holding you back. And then another and another and another, making heat pool low in your abdomen once again.
"Javi...please..." god, how this version of his name sounded when you were desperate. And sure, he'd heard you moan it the previous night but that was different. That was in the heat of the moment, now you were desperate to hide how much you needed him to touch you again.
"Please what?" his hand on your torso slid an inch higher, cupping your clothed mound and palming it, causing your breath to hitch.
"Stop" it took every once of willpower to push him off of you and escape his grip.
That was not exactly the answer he was expecting, but he was never one to push someone's boundaries, no matter how crazy it drove him. No, he'd try to make you accept and admit that you were on the same page with him.
"It didn't seem like you wanted me to stop last night." there he went again with those deadly brown eyes, looking straight into yours. His velvety voice speaking nothing but the truth.
"Last night was last night. I thought that's how it worked for you." you scoffed avoiding his gaze, like you avoided the desire that was boiling deep within you. Because he was right, the previous night, despite the urgency and rush that ruled it, felt like a wet dream you hoped you'd have again.
"It doesn't have to work like this for us." he leaned against the counter next to you. He was close again, but not as close as you'd both want.
"What do you mean?" your heart was beating with such intensity you could hear your own pulse.
"We could continue having fun every now and then. No strings attached." he reached for your chin lightly caressing it. "And if one of us gets bored we can just call it off." his gaze flicked between your lips and your eyes.
"You mean, if you get bored." a teasing smirk found its way to your features, the ache between your legs unbearable.
"Is that a challenge, hermosa?" there was barely any space between your mouth and his.
"Maybe" your whisper was immediately hushed by his lips forcefully meeting yours as his hand went to cradle your cheek before his tongue was fighting yours for dominance.
That was it, he'd broken your resistance there was no doubt. He felt it in the way your hands were roaming his chest, the way your breath was already uneven, the way your whole body was practically melting under his touch.
Breaking the kiss he came to stand in front of you, using his knee to make some space between your legs to press himself further on you. With your index fingers around the belt loops of his jeans you pulled him flush against you. Your hands then snaked all the way to rest on his backside, only to feel a certain very familiar fabric hanging from his back pocket.
"Are those.." you trailed off as you pulled the item to get an actual look at it. "...my panties?" you shook your head with a chuckle.
"Thought they'd make the perfect souvenir." he snatched them from your hand to stuff them back in his pocket. "Hope you don't mind me keeping them."
He allowed you no time to answer, however, as his palm traveled underneath the hem of your dress, kneading your inner thigh and earning him a light gasp from your parted lips.
Steadily he continued his path until the pads of two of his fingers found your wet folds, urging you to properly sit on the counter to give him better access.
"Already so wet and you were asking me to leave just five minutes ago?" he teased in a low voice as he traced you up and down, coating his fingers with your slick and eliciting a quiet whimper from your throat.
"Been wondering how this tight little pussy tastes for the longest time." without warning he pressed on your clit making you quiver as his name escaped your lips in a hushed moan.
Your legs spread open as wide as your dress allowed them to as an invite for Javier to satisfy his curiosity, while your eyes remained on his that held an equal amount of lust within them.
"Oh no, not here, not like this sweetheart." he cooed. The same hand that had been toying with your folds was on your thigh, guiding your leg to wrap around his waist. "I have a better idea." involuntarily your other leg followed, even though you couldn't quite guess what he had in mind.
Through the unholy mess of wet kisses, pulling and groping that followed when he picked you up, you felt as if time had rewound and you were still at that party trying to escape everything and everyone with Javier, on your way upstairs.
This time, however, you didn't end up in a bedroom upstairs. Instead you found yourself straddling Javier who had sat on the couch of the empty living room.
"Have you lost your mind? There are still people here that could walk in on us!" you panicked at the thought of him wanting to eat you out right then and there.
"We'll have to be quick and quiet then." the sinister look he shot you had your blood pumping faster through your veins as his strong hands lifted your hips so he could maneuver and lie down properly on the couch.
'Up here, hermosa." he beckoned with the cockiest smirk and your body began to move reluctantly until your knees where on either side of his torso instead of his hips.
Hiking up your dress you put your pussy on full display for Javier and lowered down until his hungry lips finally touched you.
He got to work immediately, practically making out with your labia before you felt his tongue flatten against you. The hold your teeth had on the inside of your cheek to prevent any sounds from escaping was as strong as Javier's on your hips.
"Javi, Javi hold on."
Just as you were about to completely surrender to the way his tongue felt sliding in between your folds, an idea made its way into your lust clouded mind.
Slowly and carefully you leaned back, managing to rest on his bent knee and start to work his belt and jeans open.
"Allow me." your hand slid under the waistband of his boxers to take his aching cock out. Hot and hard, the tip already glistening with pre cum that you smeared evenly around.
He let out a guttural groan that sounded like music to your ears, halting his ministrations as he watched you take control.
"I thought you said we had to be quick and quiet." it was your turn to tease and holy hell did that give you a dizzying sense of power, with your pussy just inches away from Javier's lips and his dick in your hand.
"I think you should be more worried about yourself, baby." he let two fingers in a v shape spread your folds from this new angle, the resumption of his actions making you squirm.
"Judging by the way you sounded last night..." he switched to his thumb and circled your clit.
"It's pretty hard for you to keep quiet." his breath hitched, matching yours as you caught him off guard with your hand slowly starting to pump him.
"I was just making sure you knew how good you made me feel." you watched him swallow hard, his dilated pupils only tearing away from yours for a second as he blinked a bit longer than usual, fighting the urge to switch positions and fuck you silly.
Instead you both stayed like this, exhaling shakily, fighting back moans and groans, getting used to this new position. The pad of his thumb kept working on your clit with a delicious rythm as you pumped and squeezed him slow and steadily.
It all seemed just barely under control, until the pressure on your swollen nub was replaced by the suction of his mouth with his fingers travelling to your opening. The tickle of his mustache only adding to the sensation.
Well, that was one fantasy fulfilled among others...
"Javi..." it was impossible to hold back a long moan when you felt two thick digits easing their way inside you. His mouth not once ceasing its actions, but rather adding more stimulation with occasional tongue swirling, driving you insane.
"Tell me what you need, baby." his voice was muffled, dick twitching under your palm upon hearing you lose control.
"Please don't stop, I'm close." your hips moved subtly to match his pace. Your grip on his dick tightening as you tried to focus and speed up your movements.
Your climax was nearing, so was Javier's, you could see it in the way his hips were bucking up, chasing your hand. The sinful sounds he made every now and then, were muffled against you.
"Come for me sweetheart, come on." his growl vibrating through your body caused you to clench around his curling fingers. The grip he had on your thighs was sure to leave bruises as he continued with his dirty talk.
"Let me feel you, let me taste you baby, let go." his mouth on your clit was relentless, his thick digits kept sliding in and out of your center curling just enough to hit that perfect spot over and over again making you teeter on the brink of your orgasm, until one particular pressured stroke of his tongue on your clit had you reaching it. The pace of your hand around him faltering, your back arching as much as this newfound position allowed. A long strangled moan reached your throat as you bit down on your lips with force enough to draw blood, in order to avoid anyone hearing you.
And he made it oh so difficult as he kept eating you out through your high. Lapping up your release like it was the last meal he was given on earth, his hips thrusting up with more desperation, chasing his own orgasm.
"Your turn now, Javi." you were out of breath, barely recovered from the ecstasy overdose, when you twisted your torso until your mouth was welcoming his length.
"You'll be the death of me." he chuckled to hide the groan your hot and wet engulfing caused.
With your hand around his base twisting and squeezing you bobbed your head up and down a few times until hot ropes of his release spilled in your mouth. Hushed grunts and heavy breaths were the only sounds heard as you sucked him dry, swallowing every salty drop.
And that's when you heard it, you both heard it: footsteps down the stairs. With your minds and bodies still somewhere between the earth and cloud nine, you were quicker to react, almost tumbling off the couch to the hardwood floor.
Sitting up you smoothed your dress down in sync with Javier shoving himself back in his jeans, just in time to see who it was coming down to the living room.
"Connie!" you exclaimed not entirely sure whether your best friend almost catching you sucking off the Javier PeΓ±a on a random couch, was good or bad. "I thought you'd already left, where's Steve?" you continued in an attempt to keep her distracted from whatever conclusions she might be coming to.
"He left a note, said he had to run to a family lunch or something." she answered groggily as she walked over to you.Thank god she was still sleepy and hangover. Because she was no fool, she'd definitely put two and two together later.
"What are you still doing here? And with him?" she motioned questioningly to Javier.
"Hello to you too." he was quick to taunt her, now sitting up on the couch.
"Nothing, I was just leaving and he was just sitting here. Come on let's go." you got a hold of her arm and pulled her along with you towards the door, ignoring her puzzled look and how close she was to sensing your post sex glow and figuring everything out right on the spot.
But just before you made your exit, you quickly glanced back at Javier who was shooting you one of his signature suggestive looks, his thumb brushing the corner of his mouth as he signaled with his other hand that you were to expect a call from him soon, so you could continue to further establish this no-strings-attached thing you had just initiated.
Summary: You meet Javier at a bar after a breakup and you agree you're in need of a quick fuck as much as he is
Warnings: Smut 18+, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v (as if I'll ever write anything different), mentions of alcohol and smoking, English not being my first language, no mentions of y/n
A/N: So umm as you might be guessing, I started watching Narcos and let me tell you I came purely for Pedro but stayed for literally everything else! I thought I'd never enjoy it but omg I'm obsessed I'm almost done with S1! And yes I know I'm 10 years late to this... Anyways, PeΓ±a can have me any way he wants as many times as he wants and wherever he wants. I haven't written a fic so effortlessly since the days I was simping over my fave kpop boys, hope you like it, it was purely self indulgent btw. Also heyyy this is my first Pedro fanfic and I somehow wrote it just in time for his birthday? If that's not destiny... (jk I need to be locked away)
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His hands were big and rough on your body. Your skin smooth and soft against his touch as he undressed you.
Hurriedly, desperately.
Your own hands mirroring his, trying to open the buttons of his tight shirt, as his lips were attacking your neck.
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You only met him an hour ago at the bar you'd picked to get wasted after another breakup. This one hurt a lot you had to admit. You thought you'd finally found the one but you had been quick to judge within the span of half a year.
Turns out you'd only found yourself nothing but a liar and a cheater who had been hooking up with his ex all while acting like a good boyfriend to you.
You shot a death glare at the rather handsome man that approached you with a drink on the counter.
"Not interested." your voice was stern and you didn't even care to take a better glance at him as you downed another shot.
"Cheater?" was it so obvious by the way you were sitting alone hoping to get drunk enough to forget even temporarily what had happened, or was he just really good at reading people?
His simple question caused you to turn your head back to him as you scoffed. And only then did you really notice how good looking he really was under the dim lights of the bar. With his button up shirt that hugged his toned body just right, his slightly tanned skin and that mustache that adorned his handsome face.
"Let me guess, you're just looking for a quick fuck, aren't you?" the look of disgust never leaving your features.
"I'm not gonna pretend or promise you anything else. So if you're up for it, just let me know and I'll get us back to my place in no time." completely unfazed by your state of heartbreak he let you know his intentions as if making a deal of some sort.
His eyes stayed on you through his glass as he took a sip of his own drink waiting for an answer before trying his luck elsewhere.
This would be wrong that was for sure, but maybe due to the alcohol running through your system and how irresistible this man looked, your mind quickly reached the conclusion that it could infact be the best revenge. A way to feel like you were getting back at that shitty person you now called your ex. And since he'd probably never know about this, it all was just leaning towards pure temporary self indulgence.
"Okay." your voice barely contained any emotion as you reached for that man's forearm just when he was ready to turn around and leave, eyes already on his next target. Although surprised, he didn't say another word. With his hand on the small of your back he walked you out of that bar.
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"I don't think I caught your name." you pointed out as his mouth left your neck and traveled to your newly exposed breasts, sending a wave of heat down to your core.
"Javier. And you, sweetheart?" you both had been so desperate to just fuck your problems away you didn't even know each other's names.
He hummed against your skin upon hearing your name, your fingers threaded in his hair holding him close, as he walked you backwards until you reached the foot of his bed. Sharing a messy kiss you shuffled further up on the sheets that had the exact same scent as him, sweet with a hint of tobacco.
All your clothes were long gone by that time. Neither of you caring to make the moment you'd see one another naked for the first time, intimate.
This wasn't about intimacy.
It certainly never had been for Javier. All he wanted was to blow some steam off. It would either be some whore he'd pick up from his favorite place, or someone random from the bar, like you.
You, who he was relieved to see weren't seeking any comfort in his arms. Sure, you knew straight away what it was that he wanted, yet your very recent breakup could easily lead you to believe the man whose hungry lips were traveling down your bare torso, would make you feel whole again.
You were expecting him to simply thrust into you, fuck you to oblivion and get it over with. And that's why a loud gasp escaped your lips when his came in contact with your folds.
"Relax sweetheart, gonna have to get you ready for me."
He could have just chosen to slip two fingers in you and pump a few times, to get you ready. Instead he chose to eat you out. Why? Because deep down Javier was highly competitive.
He didn't know who your ex was, hell he didn't even know you, but he was determined to prove that he could make you fall apart better than anyone, first on his tongue, then his dick.
And that's exactly what he did.
His tongue messed with your folds before slowly, carefully, sliding all the way to your clit and exploring the area around it. His hands found their place on your hip bones, just in time to hold you still when he finally came in contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He alternated between sliding across and lightly sucking it, making you see stars, eliciting sounds of pleasure that had him humming in satisfaction against you, which only added to the sensation.
Your hands where firmly gripping his brown hair, as you grinded against his face, back arching with yet another wanton moan.
"Bet that asshole of yours never had you like this." his voice was muffled. Lifting his gaze he made eye contact, his actions never ceasing, while a hand snaked down between your thighs and two of his digits massaged your entrance. Your arousal coated them enough to allow them to slide in with ease as his name fell from your lips in the form of a sigh.
"Javier..."
He was right. As much as you were embarrassed to admit that a random stranger from a bar with whom you casually hooked up, was better at eating you out than your own boyfriend of six months, that was the truth. And if he had you on the edge of heaven just with his tongue, you were more than curious to see his skills with his dick.
It wasn't long before you sensed your orgasm nearing and that's when you lightly pushed Javier, notifying him that you wanted him to stop his ministrations.
Despite being too lost between your folds, fingers still curling in and out of you at a leisurely pace, he was quick to halt his actions and shoot you a worried look.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I just feel like I'm all ready for you now." your gaze was filled with lust, your breath still a bit heavy, as you pushed yourself off the sheets to meet Javier's lips in a hungry kiss. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, you urged him to move until you were straddling his lap.
Without breaking the kiss you moved your hips and let his dick slide in-between your folds, earning a grunt from the man underneath you.
"Don't tease now, honey." he broke the kiss, gripping your hips to hold them still, only to start moving his own and take the upper hand in what you initiated. "I thought we both wanted the same thing."
"A quick fuck?" you tried to gather your thoughts while he kept sliding against you, spreading your arousal and brushing your clit. "Because it did seem like you were taking your time with me."
"I didn't see you complain about it." his voice was stained. He was desperately holding back more sounds, not wanting to make you think that he wasn't the one in control even for a second.
"There was no reason to do that." the subtle praise that left your lips had his dick twitching, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "But I would greatly appreciate if you could just go on and fuck me now, Javier."
And that's all it took for him to lift you up and let you line yourself up with him, before he was forcefully thrusting into you. The stretch forced a guttural moan out of you that mixed with his deep groan.
He wasted no time in setting a quick pace, reminding both of you how desperately you were chasing that high. Hands still digging into the skin of your hips, he was guiding you on and off him, the angle allowing his tip to hit a spot deep inside you.
The sight was animalistic, filthy. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with your lewd noises.
He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls kept fluttering around him. But so was he, his pace was beginning to falter and that's when he moved one hand from your hips to press his thumb on your already worked up clit.
"Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" he was barely holding on, yet still wanted to have the upper hand, to see you being the one to fall apart first.
Javier's words seemed to be the perfect push you needed to reach your climax. Vision going white as his and god's name were the only two things you were capable of saying as he kept fucking you through it until he halted his own movements with a deep groan, savouring his own orgasm.
You were still panting when you rolled off him to lay on your back. Eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reached for a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it up and taking a puff.
"You can stay the night if you want." he broke the silence once he saw you move in search of your scattered clothes.
Eyes instantly on him, surprised by his proposition, you watched as he released a hazy cloud of smoke with a deep exhale. You couldn't exactly deny spending a few more hours with the man who just gave you the best sex you've had in a while.
As if reading your thoughts he continued. "The bathroom's on the first door to your right. Just let me know if you need anything else."
"Some water would be great." you said, panties in hand, to which he simply replied with a wink as he sat up and tapped the cigarette over the ashtray.
"And just so you know" he stopped you midway out the room, a smirk creeping into his features.
"That motherfucker of yours clearly didn't know what he was missing."
Of course you don't who cares even but anyways, I infact made this because well nobody stopped me and here is the finished piece:
It took 40+ hours, 7 skeins of yarn and has a total of 9,416 stitches (minus the border)
I'm literally posting about it everywhere I feel so giddy. Due to that shoulder thing I mention above, I thought I'd never be able to make such big project again until I'd somehow fixed it (not really sure if that's happening any time soon). But a 5 day painkiller prescription and me constantly telling myself "Do it for Pedro" got me all the way to the end! π₯Ή
DO IT FOR PEDRO GUYSSSS
(ps the last pic is him gracing my wall and yes my wall is pink β¨οΈ)
I know this app HATES to see me coming with my yaps but I'm working on a PeΓ±a fic for a certain writing challenge by @clubsoft *wink wink* (note: this part doesn't contain the position I was assigned) and my brain needs me to post a snippet in order to give me enough inspiration to continue writing so there you go:
SMUT 18+ MDNI
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SHIT
Had you actually slept with Javier PeΓ±a?
The panic running through your veins had you sobering up even more, as you took a good look around the room.
You were alone and your dress was still on. Your panties weren't however and that realization caused another series of the previous night's events to haunt your memory.
You remembered how his mouth was on your neck when you'd hastily entered the first empty bedroom you'd found upstairs. How he pushed you on the bed and reached for your underwear beneath your dress and the way you wiggled out of them as you watched him unzip his jeans and take his cock out.
He had wasted no time, you didn't want him to either. His hands had guided you on all fours and he filled you up in a swift and deep thrust.
"Good girl, taking me so fucking well." was all he'd hissed before picking up an unrelenting pace.
God how your walls had squeezed him as he slammed his hips against your wet cunt again and again and again. The loud music downstairs muffling your moans and whimpers that were getting mixed with his grunts as he'd come buried deep inside you. One hand on your throat, the other on your clit, he had held you against him. The sinful noises he made as he came down from his own high had pushed you over that final line to your own climax.
SHIT
So you had indeed slept with Javier PeΓ±a.
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Come on brain do your thing now, let the words flow through to my keyboard so I can finish what I've envisioned *sigh*
So y'all know how they say "better stay curious" right? Well that's what I should have done apparently because as soon as I woke up I ran to tiktok to see THAT scene from the 2nd episode because I'm not watching the show (I'm too soft for that) I just kinda know what's going on from fanfiction and edits. And well ummm THAT WAS TRAUMATIZING. PURE TRAUMA INDUCING MATERIAL. This was NOT the way I should have started my day, I'm devastated, utterly heartbroken about a character from a series I'm not even watching?! Send help...
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does that quote ring a bell ? i bet it does ! maybe ... a specific boy β man comes to mind ? let's find a way to bring those thoughts to life , shall we ?
#HYETTO? is a writing challenge inspired by sabrina carpenter's juno , therefore , it's entirely smut - based . the game is simple ! per each participant , i will randomly generate a number between 1 to 515 , based off the collection of sex positions on this website , alongside a random item or setting that must be included in the work .β you have the option of selecting your PPCU character , or you can have me pick one for you !
you can attach a number from 1 - 5 alongside the ask , and i'll re - spin that many times . if there are any kinks you'd like to avoid , you can either IM me , send a second ask that will go unpublished for your privacy , or include it within your initial ask !
TO JOIN : send me an ask !
ex . hey dulsè , can you spin for me ? + 3 , pls pick a pedro boy for me , too !!!!!
hey user123 , ur position # is 103 !!! ur item is a lace garter , ur pedro boy is ____
[ i attach one of those sex position diagrams here ] [ a pedro boy gif here ]
RULES :
* all fics must be at least 500 words .
* when submitting , @ me and tag the fic #HYETTO?
* the more diversity , the better . i would love to , and prefer to see BIPOC reader / OCs , LGBTQIA+ reader / OCs , alongside body diversity , even things like geographical diversity .
* dark fic and mature topics are welcome . all i ask is that they're tagged accordingly . no rpf .
* deadline is june 15th . if you need an extension , let me know !
i hear you knockin' , baby , come on up ! π
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no pressure taglist Β· @babynueva / @salingers / @stellamarielu / @letsgobarbs / @almostempty / @gothcsz / @mandaloriankait / @myownwholewildworld / @archive-of-ink / @mushgloomz / @stitch-away / @peepawispunk / @sir-thisisadndserver / @itwasntimethatdidit40 / @probablyreadinsmut / @ananonymousaffair
no pressure to join , but reblogs for boosting r appreciated <3
Made my first PeΓ±a edit after days of putting it off and the universe conspired against me. First I got a good old glitch because of screen recording, then tiktok blocked the video because of β¨οΈthat β¨οΈ scene and I had to remake it and blur it and then the sound was off so I had to add the song directly from tiktok and it no longer had a fade out. *eyelid twitches*
I'm giving you the original version here, the one that's only got the glitch and you can find the fucked up posted version of it here
Instead of getting fucked by PeΓ±a I'm getting fucked by tiktok...
I'm not a party/club person, hell I'm not even a people person I'd rather listen to music on my headphones alone in my room and dance my ass off, but the things I'd do to have been able to be at his party...
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