Pairing: Argyle x GN!reader(the most gendered word used is tits)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: canon compliant drug usage (weed), fluff, voyeurism?, finger sucking, face sitting, I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything.
A/n: Firstly thank you to my amazing partner and editor @bitchinsinclair for always talking the time to edit my stories! ❤️💞❤️💗 Secondly I'm so excited about this, I am deeply in love with Argyle and I hope y'all enjoy! My ask box is always open so feel free to pop in and give feedback or just to say hi! There's potential for a part two so if this goes over well and y'all want it I'll write it!
"Arrrrrg, I'm here!" You announce, letting the front door slam behind you as you step inside his apartment. The familiar scent of his place immediately fills your nostrils- weed, incense, and the faint smell of the surfer boy pizza shop.
Being in Argyle's home is like being wrapped in a hug. It's a comfort after your long day of classes and a shift at the campus library.
"In my room, brochacho!" His muffled voice calls out from the back of the apartment. You smile at just the sound of his voice as you kick your shoes off by the door, padding back to his room.
"Dude, what is up?" He asks upon you entering his abode. He's laying in bed his long hair fanned out under him, his cheeks lightly rosy from the warmth of the room. He looks cute in the tie-dye shirt that you'd made for him, and a pair of gray sweats.
"Gaah, between school and work, I need to numb my brain." You say plopping down after tugging your jeans off and tossing them to the floor.
"Well you know I've got just the thing for you, honey." He says sitting up to dig around in the side table, grabbing rolling papers and a baggie of purple haze. He gets his white rolling tray and gets to work rolling you both a joint to share.
You watch as his trained fingers work their magic, it's distracting and you don't even realize that he's asked you something. He's staring at you now with a raised brow.
"Huh, what? Sorry."
"I asked how numb you wanna go." He chuckles, his boyish smile resting on his lips.
"Jus' wanna feel nice 'n fuzzy." You hum snuggling into his side, your head resting against his shoulder.
"I got'chu." He says with deserved confidence, he was skilled in the art of joint making. You continue watching him work from over his shoulder. It's a comfortable silence until he asks you to tell him about your day anyways.
You start telling him about your professor giving you a hard time about your research, saying it's “not strong enough". Then on top of that you'd had a group of guys from some of your classes come into the library and bother you while you were working and you'd overheard one of them call you "fugly".
Argyle’s fingers pause hearing that, his eyes turning to look at you. It's rare for him to look angry, but he does for a brief moment.
"Those jackasses have no fuckin’ clue what they're talking about." He grumbles. "The fuck is their issue?"
"Don't know, I didn't care so much about that, I was just annoyed that they were keeping me from actually doing my job with their bullshit questions."
"S' not true though, bro." He responds, shrugging and continuing his nearly finished job. "You're like really hot, dude."
Your eyes widen and your cheeks flood with heat, your face turning to hide in his neck. He barely gives you time to react, not noticing how flustered you've suddenly become. He turns and reaches out, handing you the joint, lighter equipped in his other hand. You place it between your lips, and close your eyes taking in a deep breath before it's lit.
When you open your eyes his face is closer than it was before, and your heart begins to race. He flicks the lighter on bringing the flame up to the end, lighting it for you. You shift back, trying to be as subtle as possible as your thighs clench and unclench.
"Let the purple haze blow away the bad day." He sighs, with a smile.
You inhale, holding it for a moment, before making an "o" shape with your lips and letting out the puff of smoke. You take a couple more hits before passing it to Argyle. It's a nice silence for a while as you sit and let the fuzzy feeling start to wash over your brain.
"How was Surfer Boy Pizza today, surfer boy?" You ask with a giggle, playing with the ends of his hair.
"Oh you know, total dream, I got three more people to try pineapple on their pizza today, I'm taking it as a success." He laughs passing the joint back to you. You make a disgusted face at the mention of his current food obsession, the thought of fruit on pizza turned your stomach.
"C'mon, what am I always saying'?"
"Try before you deny." You repeat his catchphrase in a mocking tone.
"I swear one of these days I'm gonna get you to cave." He laughs, his hands reaching out to sneakily start tickling your sides. You let out a squeal of laughter attempting to squirm out of his grasp.
"Arg, Argyle stop- stop it!" You say through bursts of laughter, your body wriggling in his grasp.
"Promise me you'll try pineapple on pizza!"
"Fine." You huff, crossing your fingers behind your back to get out of it later. It's enough for Argyle and he lets you go with a smug laugh.
"You're utterly ridiculous." You huff, and roll your eyes but give him a lopsided smile.
The two of you chat back and forth as you finish the joint together. You're both laying on your backs now, your head resting on Argyles stomach. You feel like you're in a dreamy state as you look up at him, his face is prettier than ever and you coo at him while brushing your fingers over his cheek.
His cheeks flood with warmth, and he lets out a tired laugh, his eyes watching the movements of your fingers now.
"So pretty Arg." You giggle, removing your fingers. His eyes drop shut without a word and you pout.
"You're the pretty one." He mumbles mid yawn. Your face floods with heat again and you giggle to yourself, playing those words on repeat in your head as the room falls quiet. Without Argyle's banter you quickly become bored, squirming and fidgeting on the bed like a petulant child.
The softest whine leaves the back of your throat when your arm accidentally brushes across one of your nipples.
Your eyes clamp shut hoping Argyle didn't hear it. He seems to be asleep beside you now, his eyes closed and breathing even. When he doesn't say anything you release a breath you hadn't been aware you were holding.
Your head feels fuzzy from the joint, and every part of your body feels sensitive. Your thighs squeeze together as you look over at Argyle's face.
You couldn't deny how good he looked, especially right now, while he was so peaceful. He was a goofball, a rambler and of course a massive stoner but he was undeniably handsome as well. His long locs of hair truly secured it, you'd never seen hair quite so beautiful. You've definitely thought about gripping that hair while he was in between your thighs more often than a best friend ought to.
Your eyes wander down to his lips and you imagine what they'd feel like pressed to your skin, travelling over your collar bones and down your tummy. What they might feel like pressed to your own.
Another whine, a bit louder this time, escapes your lips as one of your hands has started rubbing between your thighs. When you realize what you've been doing you stop yourself, feeling your face flush with embarrassment. You definitely shouldn't be doing that. Not right now. Not while he's laying right next to you, unaware, you scold yourself.
You try to distract yourself, turning on the small TV he has in his room, but nothing seems to capture your attention.
Your eyes keep wandering over to your best friend next to you, his hair fanned across the pillow. You squirm in place, trying hard not to think of straddling his lap in a giggly make out session as he tells you a funny story between kisses-and oh my god when did your crush become this bad?
You've known you have feelings for a while but this was a new level. You were going to chalk it up to the weed you'd smoked tonight and nothing else.
"Hey brochacho, coul' you stop starin' at me it's getting like super weird." He says a moment later, you can hear a smile in his voice. You gasp and your eyes fall closed.
"I uh, I thought you'd fallen asleep." You squeak. Oh fuck you think. What if he heard you? What if he thinks you're a total weirdo now and never wants to talk to you again? Your mind races with worst case scenarios for what feels like an eternity but is probably only like ten seconds.
"So you were jus' starin' at me sleepin'?" He questions his eyes opening and he has a brow quirked with a knowing look in his blood shot eyes. He must have heard. Shit shit shit.
"You got me there." Your voice pitched up an octave, playing with your fingers and avoiding his gaze. He may be stoned out of his mind, but he's still aware enough to know what those sounds you were making were for.
"It's all good man." He laughs, sitting up slightly in bed to turn towards you. "D'you wanna order a pizza? I'm like so starving, dude."
Crinkles form by your eyes as you laugh at the very sudden change in vibes. Of course he's thinking about food while you're laying here hungry for something else entirely.
"Yeah, shall I call Surfer Boy or would you like to do the honors?" You question, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.
"I'm putting this in your hands, little babe, I've prepared you for this day." He says with a joking wink. You giggle and pick up the receiver, dialling the all too familiar number to the place where Argyle works, the place that basically brought you together.
He gets up out of bed and leaves the room, saying something about taking a wiz. You roll your eyes with a laugh ordering Argyle’s fave, Hawaiian pizza, and a meat lover's for yourself. Argyle returns and he's carrying the pizzas, a goofy smile on his face.
"Dude, how the fuck? That was so fast."
"I keep telling you, bro, that's like our whole thing. We're fast as fuck."
"They must all drive like you then." You tease, and a look of mock offense crosses his features.
"Not cool dude, not cool at all." He says shoving your shoulder. Your skin prickles from the simple touch and you begin chewing on your bottom lip.
"You gonna dig into this pizza, little babe?" He says, around a bite of his own, his eyes watching you more intently than you'd expect.
"Yes, yeah yeah, gimme my box." You chime up, making grabby hands towards him. He rests it into your hands, and you quickly begin to chow down.
You've both eaten more than half of your respective pizzas when Argyle points out that you have to try his pizza. You tell him that you'd crossed your fingers behind your back so you didn't have to do anything, but he's not having it and makes you try it anyway. When you take a bite your face scrunches up in disgust, it's as vile as you'd thought it would be.
"C'mon, dude, you're so dramatic." He laughs watching your face as you chew.
"I've tried, now I will be denying." You retort and he laughs harder.
He takes a last large bite and gets a bit of sauce on the corner of his mouth just out of reach of his tongue. He makes several adorable attempts to get it, to no avail, when you speak up.
"Here, I've got it, dude." You say softly, reaching your thumb out to rest it on his cheek and brush your thumb through the splotch of marinara, clearing it from his lip. He watches silently, already glazed eyes looking even more so.
A familiar tension fills the space between the two of you, your finger lingering a moment too long.
A shocked moan parts your lips when he takes your thumb between his lips, sucking the sauce from your finger. He releases it with a pop and there's a brief silence before you rush to straddle his lap, shoving empty pizza boxes to the floor.
Oh my god I cannot believe this is happening you think to yourself, his hands finding purchase on your waist. His fingers are warm through the fabric of his shirt you're wearing and it anchors you to this moment.
"You're like so pretty, bro." He says and your cheeks flood with warmth, eyes rolling a bit at the pet name. His long hair covers half of his face and you run your fingers through it to brush it back, hand ending cupped on his jaw.
"I could say the same about you." You whisper, your nose brushing against his. His cheeks flush pink and you smile to yourself. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, man. It's-it's good." Argyle stutters, his eyes focusing on your lips.
"You wanna kiss me?" You ask, a teasing lilt to your voice now.
"Mhmm." He hums, leaning in closer, only for you to pull back with a giggle. A puppy dog pout pulls down the corners of his lips, eyes wide and confused. You give a coy smile, crooking a finger you prompt him to move closer again. He attempts to move his face closer and you pull back again, out of his lap and back onto the bed.
"C'mooon." He whines, chewing on his bottom lip. He looks you up and down as you sit back on the bed in nothing but his shirt and your underwear. He's mesmerized, taking in your bare thighs, your soft waist and your heaving chest, and he practically drools.
"C'mere." You coo, having enough of your own antics. He cocks an eyebrow nervously but you nod to give him encouragement. He moves into where you're sitting now, grabbing your waist again and pulling you until you're pressed chest to chest.
"I've wanted to do this for like, so long dude." He says before kissing you. It's languid and soft, there's no aggression or expectation with this kiss and you smile against his lips. Your hands trace up his cheeks and find purchase in his long strands of hair. You shift positions, moving back into his lap, your lips only parting to take in breaths.
"Is this okay?" He asks, fingers brushing just under the hem of the shirt you're wearing, his warm fingers lightly dancing along your sensitive skin. You look into his half lidded eyes and nod lazily. His fingers take their time sliding up your sides, enjoying the feeling of your skin under his touch.
A soft moan makes its way up your throat as he brushes the undersides of your chest, and he grins against your mouth.
"Y'feel so good." He groans, his hips mindlessly starting to grind up against you.
"S-so do you." You whine, grinding down on him. You can feel him growing under you with every thrust of his hips. He groans as he realizes what he's been doing, his lips parting from yours to start trailing kisses down your neck.
"Can't help it, you're so hot." He sighs, thumbs brushing over your nipples, your hips bucking in response, your head tilting back from the simple pleasure. "Is-is that good?"
"Yeah, yeah, yes." You mumble and he laughs into the crook of your neck, nose brushing over the sensitive skin there. He repeats his previous action, this time lightly pinching them which makes you throb between your thighs.
"God, that feels so good, Arg."
"Mm, that's good, I wanna make you feel good." He hums, kissing your lips again. It's a sweet peck that makes you smile giddily into it. He was too sweet to be real, but here he was, touching your tits under one of his oversized tie-dye shirts.
He teases your nipples until you start whining, and squirming your hips, desperate for more. The friction his bulge was providing was so delicious, but you needed him to really touch you.
"What do you need, little babe?" He coos, his tone almost condescending and it melts your brain. Oh fuck, how'd he know to do that? Your thighs clamp tight, eyes becoming impossibly hazier.
He's pressing little kisses all over your face and neck, his fingers slowly rubbing circles into your skin wherever they can reach. Your chest, your stomach, your thighs, he wants his hands on all of you.
"Gotta use your words, pretty honey." His hand sweeps between your legs forcing a gasp past your lips.
"Aaaargylllle." You whine, pathetically humping his hand, your hips picking up their pace moderately.
"Honeeeeey." He chuckles, giving your hip a squeeze. "Wanna make you feel good but you have'ta tell me what you want me to do."
"Want your fingers, Arg, please. Think about 'em all the time." You huff, bottom lip puffed out in an adorable pout. He presses his lips to them, and nods his head.
"You think about my fingers? What d'you think about?" As he's saying this his fingertips brush under the waistband of your underwear, pulling it out and letting it snap against your sensitive skin. He laughs at the yelp you let out, unable to answer his question. Your thinking process is slowed to almost non-existent.
"I, um, I think about you touching me like you are now." You say with a shaky breath. "Think, uh, about you t-touching me between my thighs, about you making-making me cum."
"Mm, that's good honey, that's so fuckin good." He says pushing his hand inside your underwear and finally between your thighs.
His fingers rub you up and down feeling how excited you've become, and he lets a groan rumble through his chest.
"Feel so good under my fingers, so warm and ready for me." He mumbles, kissing the dip of your collarbone. His long hair is spilling all around you, tickling your skin, heightening the sensations and making you giggle.
"Feels better than I imagined Arg." You pant against his cheek looking up at him from under your lashes. His eyes are shut for a moment, before opening back up to watch where his hand is rubbing you under your underwear. His movements are slow and lazy, they feel fucking fantastic but you want more.
Argyle on the other hand is content to take things at his own pace. He's too high to move much faster anyways, but he's also enjoying your reactions too much. You pant and whine with each stroke and trace of his fingers over your most sensitive parts.
It's almost excruciating how worked up he gets you. You're a babbling mess, whining and begging for his cock after several minutes of his teasing ministrations. The way you moan and beg has his cock absolutely aching behind his sweats but he's somehow enjoying this more than anything that would get him off.
"Wanna do somethin'." He mutters grabbing your underwear at your hips, looking you in the eyes for silent consent. You nod, and whisper 'yes', eyes pleading with him to do whatever he wanted.
"Want you to sit on my face." He murmurs, slipping your underwear off of you. He stops once they're off just staring at your newly exposed body. " Fuck, you're so hot, dude."
"Shut up." You giggle, flushing with heat all over again, your face impossibly warm right now. His lips trail up your neck till his lips are against your ear.
"Please sit on my face, honey." He whispers, gripping your hips just a little tighter.
"Mmm, okaaaay." You concede nervously. You'd never done this with anyone else before, and you're afraid you might break his face, but the way he's looking at you is all you need to give in.
He grins triumphantly, and lays back on the bad, pulling you with him until you're straddling his chest. Lust filled eyes meet your own as you look down at him, biting your lip. Your stomach is doing flips as he grabs a thigh in each hand.
"You're sure?" He asks softly, kissing your left thigh.
"Yeah, yes. I want this." You reply, voice steady and sure. You smile all goofy and adorable up at him before lightly lifting you and pulling you up over his face. A groan of pleasure leaves his mouth at the sight of you this close to his face, it's better than all his wet dreams.
"Fuck come here." He grunts words muffling as he presses his tongue into you. Your thighs clench and clamp around his head at the feeling, a moan bursting from your lips. It feels so good already your mind is reeling.
He keeps sliding his tongue up and down you, licking and sucking at your most sensitive parts with enthusiasm. The vibrations from his moans and grunts bring you closer and closer to your first orgasm.
"Fuck, Arg, feels fuckin' amazing. Can-can't believe we're doing this." You murmur, your fingers that have been laced in his hair grip tighter as he does something that feels especially good.
"God, do that again!" You scream, grinding down against his mouth.
"S'that feel good, honey? Y'like it when I do that?" He slurs, before continuing exactly as he did before. You nod, furiously, unable to form speech as he brings you to the brink.
"Want you to cum, cum on my face, dude." He croons, gripping your thighs tighter.
"M'gonna, gonna cum." You get out, tugging on his roots.
"Fuck, dude." He mumbles, his hands now guiding your grinding hips. "That's it, want it, want you to cum, babe."
It's your undoing, the feeling of his tongue, the vibrations of his pleas for you to cum, the look of desperation and lust in his eyes, his hands guiding you as they dig into your thighs, it all bubbles over.
You throw your head back, your body thrashing as you release all over his face with your moans echoing off the walls of his room. You'd be embarrassed about how loud you were being if you were even aware of it, but you're in pure bliss.
It takes you a bit before you come back down from the clouds, but when you do he's looking up at you in awe. His face is a sticky, wet mess and you can't help but giggle.
You reach out a hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb, collecting some of your cum onto it in the process. Staring into his eyes you bring your thumb up to your lips and suck on it, a coy look crosses your sleepy features.
"Fuck, bro, that's just not fair. You're so fuckin’ hot." He groans, his cock throbbing still behind layers of clothing. He'd nearly forgotten about himself until this moment and his eyes roll back. "Gonna be the death of me, dude."
You don't say anything, just look into his eyes as you slowly start moving down his body until you're eye level with the hard bulge in his pants.
"Like I said, death of me." He pants, his fingers running over your scalp.
Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, negative body image, body positivity, praise, smut, oral(f receiving), vaginal fingering, (a tiny bit of) cum eating, unprotected sex(use protection my dudes), Multiple orgasms
A/n: This is my first ever collab! It's with the wonderfully talented @bitchinsinclair ! This one is actually pretty personal, I was having a horrid day a few days ago, I ordered a bunch of suits from a plus sized brand that will remain nameless and nothing I ordered came remotely close to fitting and it sent me spiraling. So Bre wrote the first part of this to cheer me up and I was inspired to continue where she'd left of and with her blessing the rest of this was born! (Also I am really sorry I can't put a read more, I upload from the app and it doesn't have a way for me to add them)
Anger, sadness and disappointment swept through you like a tidal wave. You’d been so fucking excited about receiving your recent purchases only to have it all come crashing down because it didn’t fit.
It almost instantly sends you into an unfriendly and dark place and you resign yourself to hide in the bathroom, throwing the clothes down and sitting on the toilet seat cover while you push your face into your hands.
It didn’t take long at all for Pedro to come looking for you. He had been sitting on the couch waiting for you to come back to show off your new clothes for him, but when you took a long time to come out, he was already making his way to the bedroom.
Your heartbeat quickens when you hear footsteps nearing the bathroom door and internally curse yourself for not locking the door.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
You want to say nothing, it’s fine, don’t worry about it, but when you open your mouth a sob falls out and your emotions get the best of you. “N-None of it fits!”
Pedro’s heart clenches at the sound of your voice, and forever the gentleman, he asks, “Can I come in?” To which you hum in response, too busy trying to get your breathing under control and wiping away the tears that keep flowing.
Seeing Pedro’s face softening at the sight of you makes you even more upset, shaking your head and hiding your face in the palms of your hands again.
“Come on (Y/N) talk to me.” His voice comes down lower as he crouches in front of you, hands coming to rest on your bare legs and soothingly rub them up and down.
“It doesn’t fucking fit and I was so excited but I can barely fucking get them on a-and I hate my body an‘ I hate myself.” Your voice is high and kinda muffled but the last few words stick out to Pedro.
“What do you mean you hate yourself? Baby, have you seen you?”
“Yes, I have, and that’s the fucking point Pedro.”
“Well that’s not my point.” His voice goes from soft to serious and stern quickly and you sniffle and shake your head when his hands wrap around your wrists, trying to get you to look at him.
“You’re fucking beautiful, do you hear me? Clothes are clothes and whether or not they fit does not determine your worth or your beauty. Look at me, preciosa.”
You take your time pulling your face away from your hands, and although Pedro’s hands stay wrapped around your wrists, he doesn’t force you to move any faster than you are.
Once your eyes are on his, he clasps his fingers around yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips and giving them a kiss, he continues. “I love you and I’m in love with every fucking inch of you. I love your chubby cheeks and your tummy, wide hips, thick thighs, fucking all of it.”
As he talks his hands move across each body part he mentions, giving them a loving caress-and your thighs a little squeeze.
“And you wanna know why I love them? Because all of these things make up you and you’re a fucking masterpiece.”
“Loving yourself is a journey and it’s a hell of a journey, but I’m here with you every fucking step of the way. And it’s worth it. Loving every inch of you is worth it, because not only are you beautiful, you’re also fucking sexy as hell. And you’re not just a body… because what’s inside of you is just as beautiful as what’s outside.”
Your lips twitch into a small smile which makes Pedro smile, his hands coming back up to your face and tilting it back to him. “Lemme see that beautiful smile.”
Instead of smiling for him, you’re looking at him, eyes flicking back and forth between his left and right. “You really mean that?”
And he pulls you closer, voice deep and affirming, “From the bottom of my fucking heart, mi amor.”
You welcome his lips eagerly when he presses them to yours, face still held in his hands with your foreheads pressed together when he lets you go.
"But if you did need more convincing, I’m sure I can think of more than a couple of ways to change your mind… cause I like you better in my clothes or no clothes anyway.”
"Shut up." You giggle, sniffling and wiping tears from your cheeks.
"En serio, chica linda." He whispers, bringing his lips close to your ear. Goosebumps were starting to rise on your skin, the nature of the conversation seeming to switch gears. The hand cupping your face moves down your jaw and he brings the thumb to your lips, running it over your pouty bottom lip.
"Can I show you just how gorgeous you are?" He asks as he pushes the thumb between your lips. You moan softly around the finger, going doe eyed as you look up at your boyfriend nodding your head in agreement. "Stand up, and go stand in front of the mirror there." His head nodding towards the mirror above the bathroom counter.
You do as he says despite your hangups of having to look at yourself right now. You were certain that you looked a mess, and that Pedro was blinded by his bias towards you. It's not as bad as you expected though, you have to admit to yourself. Your eyes were a little puffy from crying but you really looked quite cute in your lounge bra and panties.
"Would you look at that ass? Tan hermosa." He grunts stepping up behind you, his eyes connecting with yours in the mirror. "Can I touch you, baby girl? Wanna love on every inch of my pretty baby."
A feeble "Yes" falls off your lips and he doesn't need anymore convincing than that. His hands grab at your ass cupping as much of the round globes as he can. Just the feeling of his calloused hands on your skin has you letting out the quietest of whimpers.
He grunts squeezing the soft flesh in his palms jiggling it before landing a quick smack to one side. He wasn't gonna be rough right now, he wanted to make you feel better after all, but he couldn't resist at least one spank. You yelp in surprise, but it sends a rush of heat down to your core and makes your cheeks flush pink.
"I can never get enough of this ass baby." He growls, bringing his lips to your neck, kissing up from your shoulder. His hands glide from your ass up over your full hips, hips that you often insulted when you got in moods like this. But he wasn't having it, he loved the curve of your hips, how they led up to your smaller waist, they looked so sexy in everything you wore, especially when you were wearing nothing.
As his hands explore your skin he whispers words of praise and encouragement for your body. Making you watch yourself in the mirror as he brings his fingers over your stomach tracing lines of stretch marks. You flinch at that turning your head, but he forces it back so that you're looking.
"Don't turn away, mi amor. I want you to see yourself as I see you. For the gorgeous woman you are." His middle finger starts playing with the waistband of your cotton panties and you sigh tilting your head back at the prospect of him touching you there between your legs. "I need you to do something for me before I touch you here." He whispers, voice raspy as he snaps the waistband back against you teasingly.
"Anything." You whine, mouth opening in a little "o" as you begin to feel needy.
"I need you to look yourself straight in the eyes and say to yourself 'I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am desirable and even if some stupid clothes don't fit it doesn't mean I'm any less of those things."
"Okay, anything but that." You groan, closing your eyes. "I am not doing that, cariño."
A pout takes over his handsome face, fingers rubbing circles into your skin as they work up and down your torso slowly. He's unhappy with your answer you know, but you couldn't possibly say that to yourself. You knew that was how he saw you and even now, looking at yourself you didn't look so bad, but you felt silly at the thought of saying that out loud to yourself.
"I won't touch anymore until you say it, mi alma." He croons setting his hands on the counter beside your hips, his body now leaning over you. His tongue darts out to lick the side of your neck briefly as leverage, knowing it would drive you crazy. "Don't you wanna feel my fingers, darling, between those wet lips? I just know you're wet already, sweetheart."
"That's-that's really unfair, baby." You practically sob, looking up into his eyes pleadingly.
"I don't think so, I think it's pretty fair. " He taunts, winking at you. "All I'm asking is for you to admit the truth to yourself, a small price I think for the reward of my fingers on that little clit of yours."
At this point you're beginning to sweat from the intensity of the situation and how desperate you'd quickly become for this man to put his hand down your panties.
"What will it take to convince you, hm? I just need to hear you say how beautiful you are and then I can take care of that needy pussy, baby doll. Don't you want me to take good care of you?"
"Yes! Fuck, Pedro please." You whine grinding back against him and you feel that he's grown hard behind his sweats. Because of you, you think to yourself, and it boosts your ego. That's when you decide to just give in. "I-I'm beautiful, and sexy, and desirable. I don't, fuck, I don't need the validation of some stupid clothes fitting for me to know just how beautiful I am."
"Such a good girl." He praises, his hand already having slipped under your panties while you'd been talking. "Was that so hard?"
"N-no." You whimper grinding down onto the two fingers he has rubbing circles on your clit. His other hand continues it's exploration finding one of your breasts and squeezing it under your bra. You moan from the stimulation on your clit and the feeling of his strong hand grasping at your tit.
"Such a good baby aren't you?" He chuckles biting at your shoulder. "I want my baby to know that she's beautiful and loved always."
You can't respond, all you can do is moan, your brain lost to the sudden pleasure coursing through you. You lean back against him barely able to keep yourself up. He keeps you steady taking your nipple between his pointer and middle finger, rolling the stiffening bud before pinching it.
"Oh! Keep doing that." You cry out, hips bucking down to meet his touches.
"Yeah, do you like that?" He whispers, kissing your neck tenderly as he pinches your nipple again, rubbing over it after to soothe the sting.
He removes the hand from your panties abruptly pulling them down your legs. Your eyes snap up to his in the mirror again, giving him a "what the fuck" look, a whimper getting caught in your throat. He just smirks turning you around to face him, cupping your cheek he pulls you in for an eager kiss. His other hand switches to the opposite boob, giving it an equal amount of attention as the other.
His tongue dips between your lips, sliding over yours, deepening the kiss. It's maddening feeling him grind his bulge into your core through the thin cotton of your panties. All you want is for him to pull his sweats down, pull your panties to the side and press into you. But that's not what he has planned for you, not yet anyway. That's made obvious when he detaches his lips from you and quickly sinks down onto his knees pulling the aforementioned panties down with him.
"Sit up on the edge of the counter baby." He commands looking into your eyes letting you know that there's no arguing, and you do as he says quickly. "I need to get a taste of my gorgeous girls' pretty pussy."
"Oh god." You moan, your eyes rolling back at the praise and the thought of his tongue buried inside of you. You feel his plush lips kiss up your left inner thigh. Starting at your knee he works his way up until he's just out of reach of where you desperately want, no need, him to be.
His teeth nip at the delicate skin, his stubble scratching over you only adding to the sensation. His eyes watch your every reaction and he sees your hands slam down against the edge of the counter gripping it tightly. He can't help the smirk that appears on his lips as he does the same thing to the right thigh. Your thighs begin to shake before they attempt to close around his head, he stops them, gripping the soft flesh and pressing them open.
"Be a good girl, keep 'em open." He hums nuzzling his nose over your mound. You let out an errant whimper, one of your hands sliding through his hair and taking a hold. "Smell so good, should I give you a taste?"
"Mhmm! Please, need it. I need your t-" He interrupts you by flattening his tongue and sliding up through your folds focusing on your swollen bud. You use the grip on his hair to pull him in deeper and grind yourself against his face. His tongue swirls around your aching clit, moaning against you making your toes curl.
"Taste so fucking good, princess." He groans, his voice muffled by your pussy as he just keeps going, licking up through your folds again. The man was fucking gifted with his tongue and his lips, he would have you coming undone quickly, he always did. His lips latch onto your clit now sucking the bud into his mouth and continuing the motion of his tongue.
You were an absolute mess above him, unable to come up with real words as you moaned and cursed the ceiling. Hips erratic as you practically ride his face, rubbing your cunt against his tongue. You whimper pathetically when he detaches, eyes flitting down to look at him in disappointment only to be further turned on at the sight of your juices covering his lips and stubbly chin.
"Can I add a finger?" He asks lips brushing over your sensitive lips. You moan and nod your head vigorously.
"Yes, fuck, please baby."
One of his thick fingers presses against your entrance circling the soaking wet little hole before plunging into the knuckle, taking the breath out of you. He doesn't take time going slow; he pumps the finger in and out at an unforgiving pace. His eyes are focused on how you spread open around his finger, that paired with the slick sounds are driving him wild. He wants to see you drench his hand.
"How does that feel, pretty baby?"
"I-it's so fucking good, Pedro! H-harder, I need it harder." You gasp tugging on his roots.
"My girl is so filthy, aren't you? You're gonna come soon aren't you? Gonna soak my finger in your juices." He growls nipping your clit with his teeth. That makes you scream pulling his hair even harder. All you can say is Yesyesyes in quick succession mixed with more swears.
"M' gonna come! You're gonna make me come!" You moan leaning your head back against the mirror unable to hold your body up anymore.
"That's right baby, come for me, let go on my hand, all over my face." He grunts burying his face in your pussy. It's like the floodgates open as soon as he gives you permission, your body trembling as you gush all over his face, hand and the counter beneath you. He keeps pumping into you through it prolonging your orgasm, tongue lapping up your wetness as it leaks around his finger.
"Fuck, it's too much!" You moan moments later, gasping for breath as the high of climax is still rushing through your body. When you try pushing him away is when he finally releases your clit from between his lips and pulls his finger out
Standing up he takes your face in his hands pulling you in for a sloppy kiss sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You moan from the taste of yourself on his lips, there was something so hot about kissing him after he's gone down on you. He's whimpering into your mouth now, and you realize he must be achingly hard behind his sweats by now, and it doesn't help that you've been subconsciously rubbing up against him.
"Can I return the favor?" You whisper kissing along his jaw, feeling the coarse hairs under your soft lips.
"Fuck, as good as that sounds, this is all about you right now, beautiful." He hums, eyes fluttered closed basking in the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. His hips thrust forward of their own accord and you mewl, gripping his shoulders.
He grabs the backs of your thighs wrapping them around his waist, hands sliding to your ass and lifting you up off the counter. Your arms clamp more securely around his neck, a squeal ripping from your throat.
"What are you doing?!" You giggle looking down at him with wide eyes. " You're gonna hurt yourself carrying me around like this."
"Not a chance, are you questioning my strength, gorgeous?" He asks, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"N-no, that's...not it." You squeak.
"I don't wanna hear anymore self deprecating remarks, princess. I'm gonna carry you to our bed, and I'm gonna fuck you till you can't think of a single mean thing to say about yourself." He growls biting at the top of one of your tits. A blush forms on your cheeks but you tilt your head back to give him better access to your chest and neck.
He steps out of the bathroom walking across your bedroom and tossing you onto the bed near the edge. His fingers slide under the elastic band of your bralette pulling it up your body, with some help from you, throwing the garment somewhere behind him once it's off your arms. He eagerly takes a nipple into his mouth sucking until you keen and moan for him.
As good as it feels you're tired of the foreplay, you want him inside if you already. You grip his hair again pulling him off the stiff peak of your nipple and lean up to kiss him hungrily.
"Want you." You whine looking him in the eyes.
"Oh yeah? Where do you want me?" Even now, with his cock rock hard, as he's trying to make you feel better he can't help but be a tease.
"You knoooow…" You murmur bashfully, eyes tilting downwards. He pecks your lips a couple more times, tsking between each.
"Pretty girl, you still have to use your words." He says amusedly. His hand slides down your torso taking in your curves again, his eyes darting down the same path. "What do you want me to do, princess?"
"I want you to fuck me, and tell me I'm pretty."
"Oh, darling, that would be my pleasure!" He growls, desperately tugging his sweats down, his cock slapping up against his lower stomach. You salivate at the sight, precum dribbles down the head of his thick length and all you want is take it between your lips.
He smirks watching your gaze linger on his cock, left hand beginning to pump it slowly, spreading the precum. He leans over you kissing your right cheek, then your left, the gesture is so tender it juxtaposes the lewd sounds of his cock between his fist. He trails his kisses down your neck, and chest, kissing each breast before moving down to your stomach.
While his lips sweep across your skin he lines himself up with your entrance, swiping the head up and down your folds. Even though you've done this with him more times than you can count, this time is special, and you can feel it in every fibre. You let go of the softest moan as he presses his hips forward entering you.
"Wrap your legs around me, darling." He says lips moving back up your body as he sinks in further. You listen without protest locking your ankles around his waist which only pushes him in deeper.
"So tight baby girl." He grunts bottoming out inside of you. He just stares down at you in awe pulling back and watching where he slides back in starting to set a pace that's good for both of you. Your back arches at the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you, your hands beginning to pinch your nipples to heighten the pleasure. "Feel fucking incredible."
You're still sensitive from your first orgasm so it doesn't take long for you to feel another one begin creeping up on you. A tight heat pulling up in your stomach and your walls clench deliciously tight around him.
"Oh shit, you close already, kitten?" He groans, slowing down his thrusts.
"Mhmm." Is all you can make out along with a string of moans and whimpers mixed with his name.
"Come on baby, come for me again. Soak my cock, pretty girl." He whispers, voice completely wrecked. His fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in tight circles. "I'm not gonna be far behind you, darlin'."
You cry out his name, as he tilts your head up whispering for you to keep your eyes on him. It's all you need to come undone, whole body quivering with your release. He keeps thrusting chasing after his own, but it doesn't stop him from raining down on you with more praise as you keep coming.
He coasts his hands down your legs taking the backs of your thighs in his grasp bringing your legs up over his shoulders. The new angle has you screaming louder, pushing you into a third orgasm as his head brushes over your g-spot. You cunt clamps down around him and it drives him over the edge. You moan at the feeling of him filling you up, thick ribbons of come coating your walls.
"Do you believe it now, mi hermosa?" He pants moments later a cocky grin on his lips, fingers tenderly stroking your hair and face.
"Mhmm, fuck yes, Pedro." You pant still coming down from the multiple orgasms he'd just given you.
"Good, but if you ever forget again, you just come to me, and I'll help remind you." He chuckles biting your earlobe before pulling out.
it bugs me so much when magazines airbrush harry’s teethies or his extra nipples or his lil mole or when his rambley uh’s and um’s are edited out of audios. like those little things add to his character they’re trademark Harry Styles™ things and i hate when they’re cut out of stuff it annoys me so fuckin much
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