did i just made you…? / armando & brian (separated, of course)
summary: their reactions for making you squirt for the first time
this is LITERALLY my first post i don’t even have a presentation post, if you like it lmk !! I'LL GIVE FOLLOW BACK OKAY I WANT FRIENDS 🥹
not a native speaker, my apologies if something's bad written :(
armando gonzález
“let me taste that sweet pussy”, he looks up at you with hunger in his eyes. he spreads your legs by himself, seeing your cunt glistening. “so wet and i haven’t done anything yet, you want me that bad, baby?”
he dives in, his tongue lapping at your clit with ease. he groans against you, enjoying the taste of your arousal. he sucks on your clit while his fingers tease your entrance.
you moaned at his words, grabbing the sheets, your pussy clenching around nothing. “feels so good, yiyi, so good”, you said between moans, letting your mind speak for you.
he groans against your core at your words, two fingers sliding inside you without warning, which stole you a loud moan. he smirks and separates to talk, looking at you deeply. “so tight, baby. can’t wait to feel you around my cock”, he kisses you, letting you taste yourself in your mouth.
he curls his fingers upwards, getting back to his attentions with his mouth. the sensation is overwhelming, his fingers searching for your sweet spot while his tongue doesn’t leave your clit. he finds it, pressing the tip of his fingers against it as his mouth starts going faster. you started moving your hips unintentionally, your body trying to escape him because of the overstimulation. the hand that is not moving inside your pussy, goes to your hips to keep you still.
“cum for me while i finger you, show me how good just my fingers make you feel”, he separates and looks at you again, aimed to make you finish as soon as possible.
you practically screamed his name. your back arched, it felt like you were going to pass out from the overwhelming sensation. your brain was so foggy, so deepened in the pleasure, you didn't realise your juices were getting out of you as a fountain.
he did.
his eyes widen in surprise and arousal as you squirt all over his fingers and the bed. he lets out a low, guttural moan, feeling his control snap at the sight and sound of your intense orgasm. he looks down at the mess you made, your juices splashing the sheets, your thighs, his fingers were soaked. he felt his cock throb with need.
you panted heavily, recovering from your orgasm. you looked down, seeing the bed stained. "shit, i'm so, so fuckin' sorry, armando-", you started saying desperately, scared that he'd think that was gross. "didn't know i could do that, i swear-!"
he smiles at you. "are you kidding?!" he asks, genuinely shocked at your reaction. "i just made you squirt. i haven’t been this happy since i made it to the first team", he laughs. but it was not a joke. he really meant it. "absolutely beautiful, baby. you're beautiful", he slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy, bringing them to his mouth to taste your juices again. he groans at the taste, his cock twitching even more.
he flips you over, putting you on your hands and knees, and starts to rub the tip of his cock between your folds. "now you'll have to do it again on my cock."
brian gutiérrez
"keep quiet, jeez", he whispers at your ear so casual, as his cock keeps hitting your cervix, his thrusts are hard and fast. you were really trying not to moan, but it was impossible. he tried to silence you by kissing you, your moans dying in his mouth. he groaned, feeling you clench around him. "slut. they're all in the room next door, do you want them to listen?", he thrusts even deeper, rougher this time. you clenched again because of his words. the dirtiness was getting you even more excited if it was humanly possible.
he moans softly at your ear. "of course you want that", he answers himself, pounding into you relentlessly. he groans at the thought, his hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer to the edge. he can tell you’re about to cum again, can feel your body trembling beneath him. he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your, now, sloppy cream-filled pussy.
you scream his name harder this time, even though he warned you to lower your voice. your pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice as you come undone. your body convulses and shakes, your juices squirting out around his cock like a fountain. the feeling of your tight, spasming pussy splashing in his dick, and the sound of your scream sends him over the edge again.
he moans again in pleasure, his cock erupting inside you like a volcano, filling your already overflowing pussy with even more hot, sticky cum. he grinds against you, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you, his balls twitching with each spurt.
he slowly pulls out, his cock still semi hard and coated in a mixture of cum and your juices. he looks down at your gaping pussy, watching as his thick, creamy load leaks out of you. he smiles. "look at that", he points the sheet, the dark spot painted in the bed of your hotel room. you blushed deeply. "wonder if you like feeling my cock inside you", he says sarcastically, trying to sound indifferent.
SOOOO... as i said, this is LITERALLY my first post. i hope someone reads it... this is my alter tumblr, i have a principal one, but my girls there don't like soccer players, bah.
i will post it on spanish too and make a post about me too, don't leave me alone in this one please...
Girlfriend... Can you make one... at least one of my rey vampirico? T^T
NSFW alphabet
Carlos Acevedo x F!Reader
ꕤ synopsis- it’s literally in the title
ꕤ tags- light bondage mentioned, idk what to tag
ꕤ A/N- Can you tell i got lazy at the end.. I was on call with my bf while writing it and i can’t think while I hear his voice(in an agitating way) I also did dialogue in Spanish this time, tell me how you guys LIKE it
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s super gentle, I imagine he stays huddled up with you for a moment before getting up to clean both you and him up. If it’s still early in the day he’ll probably get you guys food, if it’s late already he’ll most likely just fall asleep with you in his arms.
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He rests his head on top of yours while brushing his fingers through your hair. He can’t help but pull you closer as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
“Mi amor, que haría sin ti.”
He pulls the covers over your shoulders, making sure you stay warm.
“Te amo tanto, por favor nunca te separes de mí.”
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Not sure if it counts but I think his favorite body part on himself is his hair. I know he prides himself on his hair and he only lets a select few (including you) handle it. His favorite body part on you is your face, he instantly cheers up when he sees it. If he catches you looking at him during a game he’ll instantly be motivated.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I’m sure he cums a lot, especially since he gets so pent up from games. He really likes coming on you but he’ll only do it with your permission, it’s also just a lot easier to clean that way. He doesn’t like making that big of a mess. He probably also has at least a small breeding kink, if you give him the approval to come inside you he’ll be ecstatic.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
There’s no way he doesn’t like roleplaying. It took him a little to ask you because of how embarrassed he was about it but after, he was more than glad when you agreed to it. Some of the cosplays he buys are specifically for you and him but he doesn’t like admitting that.
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Carlos suddenly got up and rushed towards the door, you would’ve flinched but this type of behavior had become more and more normal for him as the days went by.
“Carlos?” You asked from the living room, his head peaked in to look at you while he brought in a heavy looking cardboard box.
“Llegó mí paquete, lo tendremos que usar al rato.” You could sense his grin before even seeing it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I’m sure he has a lot of experience, apart from that I’m also sure he’s a fast learner. He can quickly figure out what you like and what you don’t like and he’ll base what he does off of that. He’s also not afraid to communicate to figure out exactly what you like, after all your pleasure is the priority for him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I feel like he’s more on the basic side, his favorite’s probably missionary but he also likes to see you ride him. He’s willing to do any position where he can see your face, I’m sure if you asked nicely he’d also be willing to experiment though. He loves seeing all of your reactions to what he’s doing, it motivates him even.
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“Mi amor, no te cubres la cara.” He whined while holding your hips down, you could hear the desperation in his tone. It was hard not to listen to him when he sounded like that.
“Que linda te ves…” His grip on you only got tighter as he dug his head into your neck.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s not necessarily serious but he definitely tries to be romantic. He’s not afraid to be a little silly, especially if the moment calls for it. He’ll get sillier after the act, he might make a joke or two while huddling you close in his arms.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very well groomed, he probably shaves but if he gets too busy he might just trim it. He just finds it more comfortable when it’s shaved down, especially with working out and stuff like that. For you, I really don’t think he cares if you let it grow out or if you shave.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Veryyyy romantic, he’ll take you out to dinner, buy you flowers, get you a gift, and he’ll finish it off with eating you out. He wants to make sure you’re super pampered before he does anything. Apart from that he’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly all during the moment, making sure you’re satisfied.
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His lips were stuck onto your neck, leaving light marks while caressing your waist gently.
“Carlos-“ You whined while tugging at his hair, only getting a muffled groan out of him. His hands traced your waistline as he tugged on them, clearly wanting them off.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I think he rarely does it, he’d rather save himself for you. He might cave once or twice if he’s far away on a trip or something, other than that I don’t think he does anything. Either way if he does decide to masturbate, it’ll always be with you in mind. Maybe with a picture of you or just the mere thought could do it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Not sure if it’s considered a kink but he loves it when you pull on his hair. He hates when anyone else tugs on it however you’re that one exception. He loves it especially if you pull it while he’s eating you out, it’ll just get him more motivated to go rougher on you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He loves both the bed and the couch, it’s the most comfortable for him. He also likes the shower once in awhile, it’s also a lot easier to clean up. If he’s feeling risky he’ll be okay with a little bit of semi-public, most likely in a bathroom of some sorts.
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“No seas tan ruidosa, mejor que no nos oigan.” He leaned close to your ear, making sure you heard him. You both already knew the walls were thin, you were almost sure anything even a little louder than normal would be clearly heard onto the outside.
You bit your tongue, suppressing a whine as his hand traveled down through your legs.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
If you dress up specifically for him he’s so gone. Really if you do anything for him that’ll be enough motivation for him. If you wear something he requested he’ll make sure you know he likes it by showing you later. It’ll be so much worse if you cosplay for him, if it’s a character he likes you are NOT getting off that bed.
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“Y eso?” He looked up from his phone to see your outfit, you were a little surprised to already see the desperation in his eyes.
“Te gusta?” You didn’t have to ask, the look on his face already told you enough.
“Me encanta.”
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I don’t think he’d be too down for anything extremely kinky. He’s fine with the light stuff but anything above that he’d be a little iffy about. I also don’t think he’d be that willing to gag you, he likes to hear your noises clearly and that would only muffle you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s a munch, I know that for sure. His preference is giving but he definitely doesn’t mind receiving, it turns him on if you’re as eager to eat him as he is to you. As I said before, not only is he super experienced but he’s also a quick learner, this very much applies to his eating skills. His fixation on vampires only makes it more sure to me that he loves eating you out.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
More slow and sensual, especially in the beginning. He wants to relish in the moment for as long as he possibly can. If anything I think he’s more slow and rough, he definitely starts going quicker the closer he gets. I do think though that he’s willing to change his pace to accommodate your needs, especially since your pleasure comes first to him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t mind them, especially if he’s super pent up. If you do end up having one it’s most likely he’ll end up continuing it later in the day. These are also the times when he likes to be riskier, he’ll drag you into a bathroom or a secluded space to have it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s very down to experiment unless it’s something too extreme, you have to take it little by little with him. If he thinks of something he wants to try, he’ll always make sure you’re fully down to try it. He doesn’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with at all, on that same topic, he doesn’t want you to do anything just because he wants you to.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He’s a football player so… he can go for a few rounds. He also recharges surprisingly fast so he can go for a while. He’ll take small breaks in between so you don’t get completely tired out.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s not that big of a fan of them but if you want to use one, he won’t complain. He’s more down to use light restraints more than anything. He might have one or two toys specifically for you if you’re really into them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loveeees to tease, it’s his way of foreplay. He also just loves to tease you as a way to take a small break, that way you aren’t completely overstimulated. He’ll especially do it if you’re in public, he might text you something risky just to see your reaction, it’ll get him more in the mood for later.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He tries not to get too loud, he'll muffle his groans by kissing you, either your lips or neck. If he gets too needy he’ll start whining, he’ll usually do this just as he’s about to come.
He absolutely loves when you make noises though, it’ll motivate him just hearing your voice. If you talk him through it he’s so gone, it’ll be even worse if you tug his hair while doing it, he won’t be able to control himself.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He likes playing light music while you’re at it. It’s not too loud since he still wants to hear all your sounds but he likes playing some to set the tone. He probably has a whole playlist, he adds to it if he finds a romantic song he likes in public. He’ll also happily play any song you request, matter of fact he’ll get excited if you request any song.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Solid 6 inches, not too thick, slightly curved
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I’d say it’s moderately high, as long as you want it, he’ll want it too. As I said before, if you do anything just for him, he’ll be turned on. It’s the same thing with if you try to initiate anything, he’s at your disposal, for your use.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After he cleans you up and everything, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly if you’re cuddled up in his arms. He likes when you brush your hands through his hair, it calms him after the rush he had. He’ll lay sleepy kisses on your forehead as you both doze off.
#smut with plot. Armando speaks Spanish • wc: ~4k
This is written in English…Spanish/Español here
Childhood Friends, Friends with Benefits, Blurred Boundaries, Mutual Attraction, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Feelings Left Unsaid..
You and Armando had been friends long before sleeping together complicated things. What started as one night neither of you planned became an unspoken arrangement: no commitment, no expectations, and no questions about what happens when you’re apart… what happens between you is still completely casual.
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Sleeping with Armando had changed things. Not enough to ruin the friendship, really, but enough that you noticed things you hadn’t before.
You’d known him long before any of this, long before the first night you’d both stopped pretending there wasn’t something there. He’d been easy to be around then, familiar and safe in the uncomplicated way a friend was supposed to be. You could sit beside him without thinking about the space between your bodies, watch him come home from training flushed and exhausted without letting your eyes linger, let him put an arm around you or lean against him, even fall asleep beside him without thinking twice about it.
Now you knew too much.
You knew there was another version of Armando beneath the one everyone else got to see, one whose eyes went dark and stayed on you until your heartbeat climbed into your throat. You knew how quickly his voice could lose its warmth, dropping low enough that a few words in Spanish could make your stomach tighten before he’d even moved toward you. You knew what his hands felt like when they stopped touching you like a friend, and somehow knowing that had made the normal version of him dangerous too.
Armando had gotten back only a few hours ago. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, but sitting in his apartment again should’ve felt normal. His bag was still abandoned by the door, his training gear somewhere inside it, and the television played quietly in the background. You were curled into your usual corner of his couch while he sat at the opposite end. There was nothing unusual about any of it except neither of you had touched the food sitting on the table.
You could feel him looking at you, but you kept your eyes on the television for another few seconds, trying to ignore the weight of his stare until your pulse started climbing anyway. Finally, you looked over.
“What?”
He didn’t answer.
“Armando.”
His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes.
“Ven.”
There he was. That version of him, the one you never would’ve known existed if you’d just stayed friends.
You got up and crossed the space between you, stopping close enough that his knees nearly touched your legs. Armando looked up at you but did absolutely nothing. He simply made you stand there while his eyes moved slowly over your face, making you feel every one of the three weeks you’d spent apart.
“¿Qué?” you finally whispered.
His hand settled against your hip, and your breath caught before you could hide it. Of course he noticed. His thumb moved once against your side.
“¿Me extrañaste?”
It was something a friend could ask, but he wasn’t looking at you like a friend. Armando’s gaze stayed on yours as his fingers pressed a little deeper into your hip.
“¿Tres semanas y todavía me vas a hacer esperar?”
Your eyes closed for half a second.
“Cállate.”
His gaze dropped to your mouth.
“Hazme.”
Something shifted in Armando’s expression. His eyes lifted slowly back to yours, darker now, but he stayed exactly where he was, settled into the couch with you standing between his legs. He didn’t need to move. That was what made it worse. His hand remained on your hip, his thumb pressing into your side while he looked up at you, waiting for you to be the one who gave in. You expected him to pull you closer, to kiss you, to do anything that would end the unbearable silence between you, but he didn’t.
“Armando.”
“¿Qué?”
You knew exactly what he was doing. He was making you close the last bit of distance yourself.
Your hand found his shoulder as you stepped farther between his knees, and Armando’s legs opened easily for you. His eyes followed every movement as you lowered yourself onto his lap, one knee settling on either side of his hips. Only then did his hands move, settling heavily on your waist as his fingers tightened around you. Suddenly you were aware of everything at once, his chest against yours, the warmth of his body beneath you, his face only inches away. Three weeks without him felt much longer from here.
“¿Así me extrañaste?” he murmured.
You didn’t answer. You caught the front of his shirt and kissed him instead, and whatever control Armando had been holding onto disappeared. His mouth met yours harder, one hand sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him while the other moved into your hair. His breathing changed when your fingers found the back of his neck, the restraint finally slipping from him now that you were exactly where he’d wanted you.
Your hips shifted against his lap, and Armando went still for half a second, his eyes opening against the kiss. There was that dark stare you knew too well now. You held his gaze and moved against him a second time, slower, feeling his jaw tighten as his hands traveled down your body and slipped beneath the hem of your shorts to settle against your ass. His palms squeezed firmly, pulling you tighter into his lap as your hips continued to move.
You could feel his body responding beneath you, unmistakable now through the thin layers separating you, and the sensation sent your pulse racing. Armando’s eyes stayed fixed on yours as if he wanted to watch you realize exactly what you were doing to him. This was what sleeping with Armando had ruined. You knew what that look meant now, what his silence meant, what the tightening of his hands meant, what it felt like when his body stopped responding to you like you were only the girl he’d known for years.
And you knew exactly what came next, because the first time you’d felt him like this, neither of you had planned for it to happen.
It had been dark then, with Armando pressed against you in his bed and years of friendship still sitting safely between you. Your ex had broken your heart, and Armando had done what he’d always done when something in your life fell apart. He showed up.
You’d fallen asleep together watching television in his bed and woken sometime later with his chest against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist. You remembered lying there in the darkness, perfectly still, because something about being held by him suddenly didn’t feel as innocent as it had every other time.
Armando was barely awake when his fingertips began moving lazily over your arm. His face shifted closer, his breath warm against your neck, and then you felt the soft press of his lips against your skin, once almost absentmindedly, followed by another kiss that lingered just long enough to make your breathing change. His arm tightened around your waist and pulled your hips back against him.
That was when you felt him.
Your entire body went still. For a few seconds neither of you moved, and you wondered whether Armando was awake enough to realize exactly how closely he was holding you. Then his hips shifted behind yours, slow enough that you could’ve convinced yourself it was accidental if he hadn’t done it again.
You should’ve moved, but instead, you pressed back against him.
It was barely a movement, but Armando felt it. His breathing changed against your neck, his hand tightening at your waist as you moved against each other again. There was something almost surreal about grinding against the boy you’d spent years treating like an extension of yourself and feeling the unmistakable proof that he wasn’t thinking about you like a friend anymore.
When Armando finally woke enough to understand what was happening, you both stopped. His heartbeat was hard against your back, his mouth remained close to your neck, and his hand was still holding your waist. For one suspended moment, you were sure he was going to pull away and apologize.
He didn’t.
He pulled you closer, and that was the moment everything changed.
You’d seen his face thousands of times before that night, but never like that, never hovering over you in the dark with his eyes moving over you as though he was trying to reconcile the girl he’d known forever with the woman suddenly beneath him. There was hesitation at first, almost disbelief, and then something heavier when neither of you stopped.
You discovered that night that the shy boy you’d grown up with wasn’t shy with you anymore. Maybe that was what stayed with you afterward. Not simply that you’d crossed the line, but that you’d been allowed to see a version of Armando you hadn’t known existed, the lowered voice, the intensity in his eyes, the confidence in hands you’d only ever known through friendly hugs and thoughtless touches. Once you’d felt his hips moving against yours in the dark and heard the change in his breathing when you pushed back into him, there was no going back to pretending his body was just another familiar thing about your best friend.
Now, weeks later, you were doing it again.
The memory dissolved beneath the pressure of Armando’s hands squeezing your ass. You were still on his couch, still straddling his lap and moving against him, his mouth against yours and his body hard beneath you, the exact sensation that had dragged the memory out of you in the first place. Only now there was nothing accidental about it. You both knew exactly what you were doing.
His hands tightened around you as your hips moved against him again, pulling you closer instead of stopping you. The kiss grew heavier and needier, weeks apart finally catching up with both of you at once. His breathing was no longer as controlled as it had been when he was sitting across the couch watching you. Each breath came warmer and heavier against your mouth, occasionally breaking into a quiet murmur when you moved against him just right.
You felt it everywhere, the tension in his body beneath yours, the way his fingers dug into your skin whenever you pressed yourself closer, the heat gathering between your thighs until the slow friction had you wet enough to make every movement feel more intense. A moan slipped out against his mouth before you could swallow it, and Armando’s grip tightened immediately.
“Mm.”
The sound was low against your lips, more something you felt than heard. It made you move again, and this time his breath caught.
There was something intoxicating about watching the composure he’d been wearing all night begin to fracture. His grip had gone from controlled to hungry, his fingers flexing against your body like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to slow you down or pull you even closer.
Armando’s hand eventually left your ass and traveled slowly up your waist, slipping beneath your shirt. His palm was hot against your bare skin as it moved higher, and you shivered when his fingertips dragged along your side. He felt it, of course he did. His mouth moved from yours to your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured something too low for you to catch.
You lifted your arms when his fingers caught the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your head and tossed it aside without looking away from you, then simply stared. His eyes moved over you slowly enough to make your skin burn. There was something different about being looked at by someone who already knew what was underneath your clothes. He wasn’t discovering anything. He was remembering.
You shifted against him again, and a quiet sound escaped you when the movement pressed you harder against his lap. Armando’s jaw tightened.
“Fuck.”
His hand returned to your bare waist and traveled upward over your side until his fingers settled around your neck. The other stayed firmly beneath your arm, holding you against him while his thumb rested beneath your jaw. His chest rose against yours with every heavier breath, and when you moved your hips again, his grip instinctively tightened.
“Armando, please.”
His eyes stayed on yours.
“¿Qué, bebé?”
“Don’t call me baby.”
Something flickered in his expression. His fingers tightened slightly around your neck as he pulled you forward until your forehead rested against his. His breath washed over your lips, hot and uneven now, and for a second neither of you moved before he kissed you again, hard enough to pull a moan from you.
Your fingers disappeared into his hair, his answering breath rough against your lips. His arms closed around you, grip tightening beneath your body, and before you had time to register the change, Armando stood with you still wrapped around him. Your legs tightened instinctively around his waist, his hands supporting you as he carried you away from the couch.
You knew exactly where he was taking you.
His bedroom had once been one of the most ordinary places in your life. You’d spent hours there doing absolutely nothing, stretched across his bed while he played on his phone, watching television together or talking until one of you fell asleep. You knew the smell of his sheets, where he threw his clothes, which side of the bed he automatically chose.
Now you knew entirely different things about that room.
Armando carried you through the doorway with your mouth still against his, his breathing heavy between kisses, and that familiar bed came into view behind him. It was the same bed where friendship had stopped being enough the first time, and somehow, despite everything neither of you said afterward, you kept finding your way back to it.
Armando lowered you onto the bed, but you barely had time to settle before he was over you again. His mouth found yours while your hands reached for his shirt, dragging it upward until he finally pulled away long enough to take it off himself. You watched him toss it aside, your eyes lingering shamelessly on his chest before traveling back up to his face, and of course, he caught you looking.
His breathing was still heavy from the couch, his chest rising and falling as he climbed over you. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and then his mouth was on you again, leaving a slow trail of kisses down your body. Your fingers slipped into his hair as his lips moved lower, occasionally lingering long enough to pull another quiet sound from you, and Armando seemed to notice every one.
By the time he sat back on his knees, your breathing had become uneven too. He looked down at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you spread across the same bed you’d once fallen asleep beside him in without a second thought. There was nothing innocent about the way he looked at you now.
His finger hooked beneath the edge of your panties and pulled them aside.
“¿Qué quieres, amor?”
“Que no me llames así.”
His eyes lifted to yours, completely unbothered.
“¿Qué quieres, mi vida?”
“Armando…”
His hand moved between your thighs, his palm pressing against you before two fingers slid inside. Your breath caught sharply, your hips reacting before you could stop them.
“Armando…”
“Mm.”
His eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the reaction he’d pulled from you.
“Cómo te extrañaba.”
The words hit differently than they should have.
He didn’t continue. His fingers withdrew almost as quickly as they’d entered, leaving you frustrated and aching as Armando reached for his pants instead. He pushed them down with his underwear, and your eyes closed for a second as every other time you’d been here with him came rushing back at once.
The first time had felt almost unreal. Every time afterward had only made him more familiar, and that familiarity was dangerous.
You hated knowing there had been other women between those nights. Armando hadn’t done anything wrong. You weren’t together or exclusive, and neither of you had ever pretended otherwise. You had no claim over what he did when soccer took him somewhere else, just as he had no claim over you, but jealousy didn’t particularly care about technicalities.
Other women might know Armando like this now, but you had known him before any of it. You knew the boy who used to get shy around girls, when kissing someone was still important enough that he’d tell you about it afterward. You remembered his first crushes, the awkward years, the dreams he’d talked about before soccer became something bigger than either of you had imagined. You knew what embarrassed him and what made him laugh until he couldn’t breathe. You knew the version of Armando who existed before confidence came so easily to him, and you had watched him become the man kneeling between your thighs.
Maybe that was why seeing him like this never became entirely casual, no matter how many times you told yourself it was. There was something almost obscene about knowing both versions of him so intimately, the friend who had spent half his life beside you and the man whose dark eyes were moving over your body now.
Armando’s gaze returned to yours.
“Siempre terminamos así.”
Your stomach tightened because there wasn’t anything to argue with. You always did.
He leaned forward, close enough that his breath warmed your skin.
“¿Lo quieres?”
“Yes.”
“Dímelo.”
Your eyes stayed on his.
“I want you.”
“¿A quién?”
The question made your breath catch. You knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
“You.”
Armando’s jaw tightened.
“Así me gusta.”
He positioned himself against you, dragging himself slowly against your clit instead of giving you what you wanted immediately. The contact sent a shiver through you, your hips lifting instinctively toward him as a moan slipped from your mouth. Armando watched every second of it.
“Así es, bebé.”
His voice was rougher now.
“Mírate.”
You opened your eyes and found him staring down at you. His chest rose and fell slowly, but the control he’d had on the couch was almost gone now. You could see it in the tension across his shoulders, in the way his hand gripped your thigh, in the hunger sitting heavy behind his eyes.
For a second, though, he didn’t move. There you were, naked beneath someone you’d known before either of you really understood what wanting another person felt like. His eyes traveled over your body before returning to your face, and underneath the hunger was that same flicker of hesitation you’d felt yourself.
Every time you did this, it became easier to end up in his bed and harder to remember where the line between friendship and whatever this was had originally been. No strings, no promises, no questions afterward. It worked because neither of you looked too closely at it.
Armando swallowed, his hand tightening beneath your thigh.
“Dime que pare.”
Your heartbeat hammered. You could have, but instead, you reached for him and pulled him closer.
That was all the answer he needed.
Whatever hesitation had crossed Armando’s face disappeared. He pushed into you fast, and the sudden fullness pulled a broken moan from your throat. Your thighs instinctively spread farther around him, but Armando caught them from underneath, gripping you firmly and pulling you closer as he sank deeper.
“Armando…”
His name barely made it out before your voice failed you. His head dipped, his breathing heavier now, and for a moment he stayed there with his body pressed close to yours. You could feel the control he’d carried all night finally slipping in the way his fingers tightened around your thighs.
When he pulled out, you sucked in a breath. Armando’s eyes dropped between your bodies, and a string of spit fell from his lips onto your pussy.
“Amor.”
His gaze lifted back to your face.
“Qué bonita te ves así.”
The word landed somewhere it wasn’t supposed to. You’d spent so much time telling him not to call you that, treating every pet name like something too intimate for whatever arrangement the two of you had made, but looking at him now, you had the sudden, dangerous thought that maybe he should be calling you that. Maybe that was exactly what made it feel so good coming from him.
You pushed the thought away almost as quickly as it came.
Armando’s hand tightened beneath your thigh as he leaned over you again, his chest hovering close enough that you could feel the heat coming off his skin.
“¿Ves cómo siempre acabamos?”
His voice was quieter now, almost against your mouth. You swallowed, still trying to catch your breath, and his gaze dropped between you again.
“Y luego quieres hacer como que no me extrañas.”
There was something especially filthy about hearing it from him when you were like this because he wasn’t really asking. He knew. He’d known from the moment he’d looked across the couch and told you to come to him.
Armando buried himself into you again, slower this time, his eyes fixed on your face. Your mouth fell open as he filled you, and something in his expression shifted when he caught the reaction. He liked slowing down just enough to watch you lose your composure. His gaze dropped between your bodies before one hand settled against your lower abdomen, pressing down as he moved.
“Tus otros amigos no te tienen así.”
Your eyes snapped back to his. There it was, that little possessive streak neither of you had any right to.
“You don’t know what I do when you’re away.”
Armando let out a low chuckle, almost conceding the point. You weren’t his, and he knew better than anyone that the arrangement worked both ways. Still, his hands caught your legs and brought them higher, resting them against his shoulders as he leaned forward. His mouth brushed along your calf and then the inside of your ankle, strangely soft compared to everything else about the way he was handling you.
“Entonces no me cuentes.”
His eyes returned to yours.
“Déjame pensar que nadie te conoce como yo.”
Fuck. That was worse.
His hands returned to your waist, gripping you firmly as his pace quickened, pulling your hips into him with every thrust. The effort was beginning to show on him now. Sweat gathered across his chest and along his hairline, leaving the dark strands slightly damp while his breathing came heavier than before. His attention moved constantly between your face and the slick mess between your thighs, like he couldn’t decide which sight he wanted more.
He shifted one of your legs forward, changing the angle between you, and whatever he saw or felt made his composure finally crack.
“Dios.”
It came out low and breathless.
His hand moved between your bodies, and the added pressure made a moan escape you before you could stop it. There was something dizzying about the whole thing, being touched like this by the same person who knew what you looked like at ten years old, who knew your family and your heartbreaks and every embarrassing version of you that had existed between then and now. He was still your friend, and getting fucked and touched by your friend shouldn’t have made your mind wander toward forever, but sometimes it did.
Not because you secretly wanted some dramatic declaration from Armando. You liked what you had, and so did he. There was freedom in never having to explain yourselves, in being able to miss each other without demanding anything from it. Still, moments like this occasionally let the thought slip through.
What would it have been like if you’d chosen each other differently?
Armando’s damp fingers found your mouth before you could follow the thought any further. You opened for him instinctively, and he pushed them between your lips while his eyes stayed locked on yours. You sucked lightly, and his body reacted immediately, his eyes closing for half a second as a rough groan escaped him.
When he looked at you again, whatever thought you’d been having about forever disappeared. For now, this was what you had, and judging by the way Armando was looking at you, neither of you was ready to give it up.
Something about your reaction seemed to push Armando past whatever restraint he had left. His hands moved to your waist and, with an ease that made your stomach flip, he scooped you up and pulled you over him until you were straddling his lap. He shifted back onto his knees beneath you, taking your weight like it was nothing.
The new position should have given you some control, but it didn’t. Armando was too strong for that. His hands slid down to your ass and took over the pace completely, guiding your body up and down exactly how he wanted while keeping you tight against him. His mouth hovered beneath your chin, his breath hot against your skin, and every time you tried to move on your own, his grip tightened as though reminding you that he had you.
A broken whimper slipped from your throat, and Armando looked up immediately. You could barely hold his gaze. Your head tipped back, eyes rolling closed as another helpless sound escaped you, and his mouth found the underside of your jaw. There was no resistance left between your bodies now, nothing interrupting the rhythm he’d set. Every movement came easily, your body slick enough that he could guide you exactly where he wanted without slowing down.
“Así, linda.”
His fingers dug more firmly into your ass, pulling you down against him again.
“Así.”
The praise sounded different coming from him like this, low, breathless, almost possessive. You opened your eyes and found Armando still looking up at you, his hair damp against his forehead and his lips parted as he breathed. For once, he wasn’t wearing that impossible control he’d had on the couch. You could see exactly how affected he was, and somehow that made you feel even less in control.
His grip tightened around you as the rhythm between you grew more urgent, less controlled than it had been only moments before. Your head fell back, another broken sound escaping your throat as Armando’s breathing turned rough beneath you.
“Así… eso es.”
“Armando…”
“Sí, así.”
You could hear the change in him now. His voice was lower, strained between uneven breaths, the words coming less carefully as the tension between you continued to build.
“Armando…”
Your voice barely sounded like your own anymore. His forehead pressed against you, his breath hot against your skin.
“Sí, preciosa… así.”
Armando thrust into you again, one arm wrapping tightly around your waist while his other hand held you firmly by the ass, keeping you against him. Whatever careful control had survived the night was disappearing now, his breathing breaking against your skin as his grip tightened around you.
Everything else started to disappear with it, the room, the familiar bed, every thought about what the two of you were supposed to be once this was over. There was only Armando, his uneven breathing, the strength of his arms around you and his voice.
“Armando—“
“Así, mami.”
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shhhhheeeeeeeeesssssshhh. I had to stop it was getting long. I’m sweatin though. Brian is one thing for me… armando…. he’s. another. love him. writing the Spanish version now. send me requests :)
armando notices you looking at his hands longer than usual , in return he gives you what you secretly want
cw: armando gonzalez x fem!reader , smut w little plot , size kink if u squint hard enough, fingering ( reader receiving ) , armando's big hands ♡ , bf!armando , pet names ( princesa :3 ) , squirting
i'm a no sabo girlie so i apologize if the translations are inaccurate ;(
Ⳋ᧙ your manicured nails dug into the skin of armando's defined bicep as his middle and index finger worked in and out of your wet cunt, soaking him up. the sounds coming from your body were almost pornographic. you tried to hold back your moans by turning to the side so you couldn't make eye contact with him but with his free hand, he forced you to look at him, a firm--but not painful--grip on your chin.
" ¿ qué te pasa, princesa ? tú querías esto, ¿ te acuerdas ? "
earlier that day your boyfriend armando was teaching you the different jitsu signs he did on the field as a celebration because you were curious and, it's not like you had anything else to do that day. you tried to focus on him teaching you but your mind couldn't help but go to the most dirty scenerio as you watched his fingers interlock and switch to different positions. you imagined his fingers making their way inside of you, exploring your cunt as an array of moans and whimpers leave your mouth. no matter how many times armando has fingered you in the past, his fingers were always a perfect fit for you. armando was big everywhere, there was no doubt about that, but especially his hands. his hands were your weakness. he knew what made you lose your mind, and what made you scream in pleasure just from his fingers.
it wasn't long until he noticed you spacing off.
" ¿ estas bien ? " he asked, his eyes now focused on you.
" sí sí! no te preocupes por eso. " you quickly responded, but armando wasn't buying it.
" venga, dime qué te pasa. " he scooched closer to you, taking your hands in his and placing a kiss on it before rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hands with his thumb and interlocking his digits with yours which were noticeably larger.
this just made the dirty thoughts even more intense, and the worst part? he had no idea what you were thinking.
you gulped, " no en serio, es nada "
" venga. "
you sighed, avoiding eye contact with him, " no es nada malo, es solo que...tus manos. "
he blinked, " mis manos ? "
your thighs tightened together, trying to control the heat that pooled between them. it took a minute for him to put two and two together and realize what you meant.
" oh? "
your cheeks become flushed, you can't even bare to look him in the eyes even though you didn't entirely say what you wanted to. you felt a familiar pair of hands straddle you over his lap, your thighs on each side of his hips. you now had no choice but to look at him and those gorgeous brown eyes of his. he took a strand of your hair and twirled it between his index and thumb before tracing his hand alongside your cheek.
" ¿por qué no me lo has dicho antes, princesa hm? " he planted a kiss on your cheek, his hands exploring the silouhette of your waist and hips before they landed just right above your ass. " no hay por qué sentirse avergonzado. "
before you had the chance to say something in response, his lips met yours in a sweet and tender kiss. all your muscles eased beneath his wandering touch, your hands finding the nape of his neck and slowly you ran your fingers into his chocolate brown hair. with you still straddled around his waist, he carried you off the couch and into the bedroom. the both of you still sharing a kiss as he lifted you into the air, holding you close to him. the two of you made it to your guys' shared bedroom where he gently placed you down on the mattress.
he parted from the kiss, " dime dónde me quieres "
" por favor, armando~ " you pouted, " ya lo sabes "
you took hold of his wrist, dragging his hand from your cheek, down to the heat between your thighs. you instinctively opened your legs, softly grinding yourself to his fingers.
armando kissed your cheek " no ha sido tan difícil, ¿verdad? "
your pants along with your panties were removed and discarded wherever they landed on the floor. your boyfriend's lips found yours again, this time gently. he propped himself on one elbow still kissing you, while his other hand trailed from your breasts, down to your clit. the first contact with your clit and his fingers made you whimper into the kiss. he smirked at your reaction before moving his index finger in circles on your sensitive bud. his pace was steady and with each movement his fingers made, the more needy you became. your hands wrapped around his bicep, grabbing at it to keep yourself from finishing so early until, you felt a push at your entrance. you broke from the kiss and looked down to where your boyfriend's middle and ring finger now pushed into your cunt. you gasped at the stretch of his fingers and he wasted no time pumping them in and out of you. your legs naturally opened more to give your boyfriend more access. the room was now filled with the sounds of your high pitched moans and whimpers and the wet sound of your cunt. everytime his fingers pushed inside, he was closer and closer to hitting that sweet spot that made you lose your mind. your manicured nails dug deep into his bicep once he found that sweet spot inside of you.
" ¿ eso es todo, princesa ? " he looked down at you with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
" no te detengas~ por favor "
his fingers kept hitting the sweet spot inside of you over and over again. you felt like you were seeing stars as your moans got louder and higher. you didn't care what the neighbors would think, that didn't even cross your mind.
" fuckfuckfuck!! armando!! ~ " in the blink of an eye, you squirted all over his fingers, the sounds even more lewd than they were before.
your mind felt numb, all you could feel was the overwhelming pleasure of your release and your boyfriend's fingers slowing down after fingering you dumb.
" mira el desastre que hiciste " he chuckled, looking down at the puddle you made on the bedsheets and his fingers.
you couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, you were so embarrassed yet so relieved. he took his free hand and took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him. he kissed you once again before kissing you on the cheek. armando looked into your eyes this time, like he was holding the most precious jewel in the universe.
" no hay necesidad de estar avergonzada princesa "
Armando let out a heavy, shuddering breath, his hips twitching instinctively as he stared down at himself. his cock was stiff, a deep flush that stood out against the pale sheets.
a thick bead of precum glistened at the tip, catching the dim light of the room. he swallowed, adams apple bobbing. Armando knew exactly how this ended. he could already envision the white, thick streaks coating his stomach and landing across the sheets. the familiar sticky mess he always left behind when he jerked off.
the thought only made him harder. he didn't bother reaching for a towel or moving away from the mattress; he wanted to feel it all.
his hand hovered just inches away from his cock. his hand trembled slightly, fingers flexing briefly before he finally made contact.
the moment his fingertips brushed against the fat head of his cock, a sweet sharp jolt of pleasure went straight to his gut. he didn't grip himself yet. instead, he used a single finger to delicately swirl the bead of precum at the very tip. it was clear, sticky, as he smeared it in slow, circles over the sensitive tip.
he watched with hooded eyes as the glistening fluid coated the head, making it shine under the light. he groaned, as he pressed a bit firmer, swirling the precum deep into the slit, teasing the opening.
he could feel his cock twitching beneath his touch, reacting to the slow drag of his fingertip. the more he smeared the sticky precum over the tip, the pressure built in his balls, leaving him aching for the friction of a full grip of his hand.
Armando sank deeper into the mattress, the fabric bunching beneath him as he arched his back, cock standing taller from the new angle of his hips. he lifted his hand, bringing his palm close to his mouth. he let out a wet, needy sound, and a thick, glistening string of saliva stretched from his lower lip, dropping with a heavy splat right into the center of his palm.
he bit his lip hard, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at the shimmering pool of spit in his hand. with a single slow motion, he pressed his palm against the base of his shaft and slid it upward, spreading the slick lubrication over the entire length of his cock. the spit acted as a perfect lubricant, coating the shaft in a glossy, wet sheen that made his cock look slick.
the sensation was immediate. he closed his fingers around himself, the wetness eliminated any friction, allowing him to slide his grip perfectly. he began to pump his cock in his hand.
the sound of the spit mixing with his own precum filled the room, a wet, slapping noise. he shifted his grip, wrapping his fingers tightly around the middle and using his thumb to grind circles into the slit in passing, his grip tightening as he hammered himself, the lubrication allowing him to slide all the way up to the fat head and snap back down to the base in one motion. his hips beginning to thrust upward into his hand.
he suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it, biting it to keep it out of the way. the fabric stretched between his teeth as his chest rose and fell faster now.
Armando quickly scrambled for his phone beside him, his fingers clumsy. he swiped frantically until he found it.. a simple, sweet photo of you. you weren't posing or wearing anything provocative; you were just being yourself, with a soft expression and a look in your eyes that felt intimate, even through a screen.
to Armando, that sweetness turned him even more on. he stared at your face, imagining that it was your gaze meeting his in the room. the contrast between your gentle expression and the filthy act he was performing on himself made his cock twitch.
“Debería ser tu manita.” he murmured, the words half-muffled by the shirt caught between his teeth.
he tilted his head back, sinking deep into the pillow. throat exposed, mouth parted as if he were waiting for your kiss.
he looked completely undone, his chest heaving, his gaze locked onto your picture as if he could pull you right out of the phone and onto the bed.
“Quiero que me toques tú… no quiero hacerlo yo solo.” he groaned.
he shifted his grip, his spit-slicked palm sliding over his shaft with a wet, slap. he began to stroke himself faster, but just as he felt the first spark of an orgasm creeping in, he suddenly slowed down. his knuckles turning white as he forced himself to edge, teasing the head and then pulling back. he wanted to imagine every single inch of your much smaller hand wrapping around him, your warmth replacing the cool air of the room.
but Armando couldn't hold back. the edging had only made the pressure unbearable. his hips bucked upward, fucking into his own fist more quicker. he was pumping himself with everything he had, his breath coming in small gasps.
in the back of his mind, he knew that no matter how hard he worked himself, his own hand could never replace the warmth, the tightness, and the wetness of your sweet pussy. the thought of you wrapping around him, squeezing him tight, pushed him over the edge.
his eyes closed shut, his entire body stiffening as he reached his orgasm
a deep groan came straight from his chest.
he cummed messily. thick, warm ropes of cum leaked from his tip, landing across his stomach and over his thighs. the sheets beneath him were stained as he continued to pump his cock, forcing out every last drop. the warm fluid coated his shaft and his palm.
even as his orgasm began to fade, his hand kept moving in slow, involuntary twitches, milking the final, smaller spurts that leaked out of his sensitive tip. his palm was a sticky, glistening mess of spit and cum.
slowly, as his breathing began to level out and the tremors in his legs settled, Armando finally lifted his head from the pillow. he was flushed, his skin damp with sweat and his eyes heavy-lidded. he looked down at the mess on his stomach and sheets, then looked back at the phone, at your sweet face with a look of absolute, adoration.
Armando lay there, completely spent, but the amount of cum left him breathless. he had edged himself for so long, the build-up had been worth it.
the ropes of cum were thick, milky white, and sticky. the first few spurts had hit his stomach with a heavy, wet thwack, splashing upward toward his chest. then, as his hips had continued to buck, more thick streaks landed across his abdomen.
it was a total mess. the cum overflowed, running in sticky streams down the sides of his torso and pooling in the dip of his hips. on his thighs, the heavy fluid clinging to his skin and soaking into the fabric of the sheets in wide, translucent stains. even now, every time his hand gave one last, reflexive squeeze, another glob of thick, creamy cum oozed from the slit, sliding down the length of his shaft and adding to the puddle beneath him.
shower sex brian & armando 18+ below ⌗ requested !
armando gonzales
armando has so much pent up especially after a bad game he just wants to clean himself off and get himself off and what better way than to do both, “te ves hermosa asi” he said before he pressed against you and felt it you recognized that shape as he kissed against your wet shoulder before he finally lined himself up with your pretty pussy, “estás extra mojado ahora” he teased before continuing to thrust up into you holding your hands that were pressed against the cold shower wall water trailing down your stomach and before he took the other hand and began rubbing circles against your clit feeling you squeeze his cock tightly before he kissed your neck gently sucking onto your skin before finally feeling your warm cum drip onto his fingers as his filled you up
brian gutierrez
he gets so worked up before a game he has so much adrenaline pumping inside of him he doesnt even know what to do with himself, “brian why dont you take a quick shower with me” you suggested before grabbing your towel he grew hard instantly he felt like a teeange boy but he agreed, “relax your so tense” you said gently washing his back pressing gentle kisses onto his shoulder before he couldnt take it anymore he turned around and grabbed your face kissing you and then you felt it you pulled away looking into his eyes he was a little embarassed before you took his dick into your hand and began to tease the tip, “please baby keep going” he moaned his back against the cold tiles before feeling your warm mouth around him sucking the tip gently before taking him into your mouth and it didnt take much before your mouth filled with warm cum
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