[muneqiita]

hiii i'm mimi / muneqiita ! ~ i'm 𝑒igh𝓉een yrs old & 𝒷lack 𝓁atina ❤︎ ྀི˖ ࣪ i use 𓊆ྀི 𝓼he 𝒽er 𓊇ྀི prns , 𝒶bby 𝓪nderson's littl 𝓅rincesa , 𝓱ormiga's 𝓶𝓾𝓷̃𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

i ❤︎ all things pink , cute , girly , fashion , writing , my melody , korilakkuma , & princessy 𓈒 ‌ 𝅄 Ⳋ᧙ .˙

reqs are open !!

𝓰uideines 𝓶aster𝓵𝓲st

[vaenillaau]

No te vayas 💔

[rosameyal]

his red cheeks kissed by the sun

[moechewz]

dating hormiga headcanons 𑣲⋆｡˚

dating him means watching anime whenever theres even a bitttttt of free time. he's constantly trying to get you to watch whatever he's currently obsessing over lol

"porfis mi amorrr" and then he gives you puppy eyes or something "solo falta poquito, hay que acabarloooo". and then you're stuck watching anime for another two hours...

even though he's usually super busy, he tries his absolute best to take you out to eat or shopping. and whenever you like some really cute shoes, he not only offers to buy them for you but he also tries to find matching ones!! like hello hes literally so sweet omg i cannot.

and whenever he’s at practice and you miss him, he sends you pictures of what hes doing.

missing him? he sends you a picture of him at practice.

missing him? he sends you a picture of his food.

missing him? awwww heres a picture of him with his hair in a pony tail hehe. and he loves it when you send a selfie back!! it’s his motivation hehe

dating Armando means laying on him all the time!! he’ll let you lay on his arm, shoulder, lap, chest, back, ANYWHERE!! he’s your personal pillow and you simply cannot resist resting your head on him. “Armando tengo suenoo” “duérmete aquí en mis brazos un rato, yo te cuido” LIKE AWWW HES TOO SWEET

oh and he knows about your plushie obsession. he might as well be the founder of it. he brings you a new plushie every time he comes home. like literally every. time.

“mira lo que te compré,” and it’s this small little baby goat:,3 “lo puedes abrazar cuando no estoy aquí”

“ay armando pero ya tengo un montón de peluches, no voy a tener espacio..”

“y que tiene? si no hay espacio pues me duermo en el suelo jaja” like okay sure big guy...

he’s alwaysssss giving you princess treatment:3 like he’ll tie your shoes and surprise you with flowers every time you see each other!! and when you guys go shopping, he’ll buy practically anything you touch jejeje.

“¿Te gusta esa bolsa? Te lo compro!”

“¿Te gusta ese peluche? Te lo compro!”

“¿Te gusta ese perfume? Te lo compro!” and by the end of the day, hes carrying all your bags:3 (and he wont take no for an answer btw)

dating him also means receiving spotify links to songs that remind him of you. and you like to do the same too:3 its one of the many small things you send to each other when you’re separated for a bit

a/n: hai mai chikis!! i really hope you liked these hcs! i had to text myself for this and it was gen so embarrassing for some reason LMAO but i hope you guys enjoyed it! and yes ik my Spanish is horrible but bear w me 🥲🙏

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[clubdeportivoguadalajara]

[muneqiita]

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 ? "

࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛ ୨♡୧ ࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛

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 "

reqs are open!! ♡

[xobunni0]

armando gonzález × f!reader 𐙚

Armando who cums a lot & messily ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

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.

fuck, he was messy.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

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[rosameyal]

i wish i could chew on his bicep to relieve some stress rn

[muneqiita]

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 ? "

࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛ ୨♡୧ ࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛

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 "

reqs are open!! ♡

[muneqiita]

armando gonzalez x fem!reader

armando notices you looking at his hands longer than usual , in return he gives you what you secretly want

cw: smut w little plot , size kink if u squint hard enough, fingering ( reader receiving ) , armando's big hands ♡ , bf!armando , pet names ( princesa ) , 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 ? "

࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛ ୨♡୧ ࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛࿙⃛͜࿚⃛

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 "

reqs are open!! ♡

[i8yurcookie]

if i leave my pussy hanging off the bed will a demon eat it

[xobunni0]

WHOLE TEAM WAS MF HUNGRY ON THAT DAMN FIELD TODAY.

NEOW let’s bring that back to the liga mx…

[muneqiita]

CHIVAS NATION HOW WE FEELINGGGG

writing something as celebration 👀👀

[amoreris]

pregnancy hcs armando gonzalez ⌗ requested !

armando is in constant awe of you when your pregnant he is always admiring everything you do it doesnt even matter what you could be laying on the couch and he is kissing you from your shoulder up talking about how beautiful you are

armando becomes more protective over you when your pregnant of course he loves to see you at his games but what if something happens to you and hes just constantly worried

armando loves to see you all dressed up he loves you no matter what but something about your bump being out in a beautiful dress everyone knowing your his just riles him up

armando constantly talks to your bump, “hola mi princesa” he’ll say walking up to you before pressing a kiss to your stomach, “¿y yo que?” you’ll say ruffling his hair giggling

armando loves when your dressed up for date night he loves when the dress doesnt hide your bump but instead accentuates it

armando loves to plan the nursery with you he has just as much opinions and input as you do on everything placement, color, furniture etc etc

armando is constantly buying clothes for the baby and toys, “mi amor, ni siquiera sabemos si ella jugará con algo de esto” you say laughing at the toys hes brought home

armando asks every woman around him what he should get you for as a push present, “consígele una bonita pulsera” his sister says, “o mejor un anillo” says his mom and eventually he doesnt know what to get and so he just gets them all

after birth armando sees you completely differently he sees how your body did such an incredible thing and he is more inlove with you than ever

authors note: this took me so long to write ive been in a slump but i hope u all enjoy more will be comming super soon 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 keep sending your requests you all truly inspire me

[byekitti]

play in my face some more please.

[xfloricita]

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the one downside of being an athlete was having to constantly deal with the press. from interviews during halftime, press conferences after the game, talk shows and radio show appearances, podcasts, newspapers and online article pieces—it was tiring.

having to always make sure that to speak simply and clearly, that your words couldn’t be misinterpreted, that your sentences couldn’t have double meanings, and that your opinions were never, truly shared.

because the last thing he ever wanted was a controversy. he didn’t want to say after a loss anything that might have the media view him in a negative light—especially when frustration and annoyance bubbled up in his chest, ready to dictate his words.

he didn’t want to say anything when a reporter was more of a critic—telling him things that he already knew and already thought—and make him lose his edge, spewing words he shouldn’t say in front of cameras with microphones all angled towards him.

which is why he was why he couldn't believe that his agent thought it would be a good idea to go to a talk show.

he knew that he had surged in popularity after a successful season with las chivas, which only increased when he was called up to play for the national team.

the fans found him to be endearing. he wasn’t afraid to be funny, to talk and get excited about things he enjoyed, nor was he afraid to show some personality outside of playing football.

but, being on a talk show for almost an hour? all while talking about himself, answering questions, without a script or anything to prepare himself for?

he didn’t even know what kind of talk show he would be on until his agent finally told him a few days later. and when he found out, he wondered if it was too late to back out.

the talk show was different from the ones he’s been on. while previous ones would stick to asking him football questions, this one wasn't afraid of straying away from that. the worst part was that he couldn't even prepare himself because this show had a wheel of random questions that the host had the opportunity to ask him.

for a week he became restless with anticipation. he watched clips of the show on youtube, tiktok, on the tv, and wherever else you could watch the show. all with the futile attempt of getting a better grasp of what could be asked of him.

he knew that each episode resulted in the guest to spin a wheel where the host had written out many questions. the bad thing for him was that, in every show, the questions differed. which meant that he had no idea what kind of questions will be written for when he appears.

the other bad thing was that the questions all varied. some were silly, such as "what was the strangest thing you had to autograph?" and "if you were an animal, what would you be and why?". others, were tame, such as "what was your favorite gift that a fan had given you?" and "if you could have any other career, what would it be and why?"

however, there were also personal ones. ones of which made him the most nervous to answer. these questions were meant to create a buzz in the media, to create headlines and to becoming a trending search across social media platforms. these questions dug into the lives of the guest, while these ones were the ones that made the show so exciting to the audience.

he's seen enough episodes of the show to see which ones he would like to avoid, and which ones he prayed wouldn't be written on the wheel.

but, even then, it wasn't like he had to answer the question. there was a rule that if he didn't want to answer the question it landed on, he would have to spin twice and answer two other questions.

though, the more he watched, the more he became a fan of the show. he laughed at the host's jokes, became interested in some of the celebrities confessions and answers, and before he knew it, he was watching all of the previous interviews. that was when he came across your's.

he recognized you immediately, but, of course he had. everyone in mexico knew your name just as much as they knew your face. you had just become one of the most famous mexican artists of all time, your face plastered all over the country. you were on billboards, tv commercials, and on many newspapers highlighting your achievements and impressive stats.

radio stations played your music on repeat and you were trending every other week. that increased tenfold when your new album released recently, and armando would be lying if he hadn't been listening to it on repeat since the day it dropped.

safe to say, he watched your interview at least a hundred times. he tried to justify it by saying that he just wanted to know more about the talkshow, but in reality, he had developed a huge small crush on you.

he had the opportunity to meet you a few weeks ago at a chivas games, and when you smiled at him, he felt the air escape his lungs. you were enchanting, and being in your presence felt like a blessing.

he didn't know how he managed to talk to you in that short time, nor how he managed to get you to follow him on instagram afterwards (he definitely didn't freak out when he got the notification). all he knew, was that the next time he ever met you, he was sure he was going to explode.

as the interview inched closer, the idea of not having to answer some of the questions gave him comfort. and when the day of the interview arrived, he sat in the star guest room with his leg bouncing up in down and his lip in-between his teeth.

a screen was positioned in the corner of the room as he watched the host talk to the audience on the other side of the cameras. they laughed at her jokes as she continued to do the intro of the talkshow, making hints towards who the guest will be for tonight.

they went to commercial break shortly after, and he was in awe watching as everyone quickly began to prepare the set. that was when he heard a knock on his door and a person telling him to come out and get ready.

he followed them out the room, and when the commercial break ended, armando watched the host get ready to introduce him. he sucked in a deep breath.

the host began to speak once the cameras began to roll. she talked about pop culture moments in the mexican media before bringing attention to la liga mx and the upcoming world cup. she talked about tense moments between players, joked about the scores of some the games, the teams who qualified, all before clapping her hands together, a bright smile on her lips and saying,

"y ahora, me gustaría presentarles a un jugador que ha estado recibiendo mucha atención últimamente. desde hacer gestos de manos de anime después de cada gol y hasta ser apodado después de un insecto, me gustaría presentarte la estrella delantero de las chivas, armando 'la hormiga' gonzález!"

her hands gestured towards the curtain that he walked out from. he waved at the cameras and at the audience who cheered loudly for him. he smiled at them and at the host, who clapped her hands excitedly.

he stretched out his hand to shake, "gracias por invitarme."

"gracias por venir," she said before signaling him to sit down on the couch closest to her desk.

when the noise and crowd quieted down, she began to talk, "antes que empezamos, he querido hacerte una pregunta. puedo?"

armando swallowed hard, hands flat on his lap, a nervous smile tugging on his lips, "sí, claro. pregúntame."

"bueno," she stated, before throwing the audience a mischievous look, "recientemente, hiciste una entrevista hablando de cómo obtuviste tu apodo de 'la hormiga'. sí?"

he nodded, the host tilted her head to make him tell the story. he licked his lips anxiously before retelling the story.

when he got to the part of when he couldn't pronounce "hormigas" correctly when he was toddler, the crowd laughed and he let out a soft chuckle. the host grinned and nodded along, and when he was done, she finally asked her question, "ahora, mi pregunta. todavia tienes miedo a las hormigas?"

he laughed at her question alongside the audience. he shook his head, "no. cuando descubrí que la mayoría de ellos no muerden, y los que solo muerden cuando estás cerca de su colina, lo superé rápidamente."

she raised an eyebrow at him, teasingly saying, "estás seguro?" before taking out a large ant stuffed toy with a chivas jersey on it, his number and last name printed on the back.

he laughed, taking the stuffed animal and shaking his head. the rest of the interview went just as smooth. she asked questions about his football career and fun moments as rising football star, questions about his interests and favorite animes, and before he knew it, it was time to spin the wheel. the one thing he had been dreading for weeks.

she turned to the camera, explaining the concept to any new viewers as a crew member brought in two wheels. one with the regular questions and the other in case he decided to do the two-question deal. he knew that the second wheel had more daring questions, some of them even were things he had to do, like make a prank call or to do karaoke. all of which he was not interested in doing, and hoped in avoiding.

when it was time, he found himself standing besides the host and in front of the first wheel. his eyes glanced over at the options, already picking out the ones he didn't want the arrow to land on.

the host went first. he watched the colors mix into each as it spun, and as it slowed down the crowd cheered at what it landed on.

"hijole! empezando fuerte, ahorita! ok," she stated before reading aloud the question, "'alguna vez has enviado mensajes directos a una celebridades? y quién era?'. hmmm, pues, no tengo que decir por qué... ok, sí lo he hecho y fue diego luna. tu turnito!"

the crowd clapped and whistled at the host's confession before the cameras turned to armando. all he had to was answer two questions and avoid the second wheel and the interview was over.

he grabbed the wheel and spun it. then it landed. he let out a sigh of relief as he read, "'cuál es el animal más grande contra el que crees que podrías ganar en una pelea? y por qué?'"

the crowd laughed and he stared at it, thinking it through before saying, "pienso que con un puerco puedo."

the audience roared with another wave of laughter, the host laughed along before asking, "un puerco? no son peligrosos?"

he shrugged, "tal vez. pero son el animal más grande contra el que estoy seguro de que puedo ganar."

the host laughed again before doing her last turn. the crowd oooh'd at the question and she laughed at it. "este es mi programa, por qué estoy recibiendo todas estas preguntas embarazosas?"

he laughed but he later regretted it when it was his turn. he felt his face pale, ears tinting pink, heart pounding in his chest, when he saw the question he got.

"'a qué celebridad llevarías a una cita y por qué?'" the host read out loud with a smug look on her face. the crowd cheered, some sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for his answer.

his eyes glanced over at the small, second wheel which was covered in a sheet, as he weighed his options. he could answer this question or potentially have to spin two more times on a wheel that had more dares than questions.

the host noticed his hesitation and found it that it was the best time to introduce the second wheel. she talked to the crowd about before taking off the sheet.

his eyes read over the options, and the more he read, the more he realized that he had to answer the question he originally landed on. he was not risking having to eat a ghost pepper or send a suggestive text to one of his teammates, nor was he risking having tweet something obscene on twitter.

he gulped when he realized what he had to do. then, without thinking too much, and without the thought of lying crossing his mind, he said your name.

the gasps and awww's in the crowd didn't help the heat rising to his cheeks. the host placed a hand over her mouth before a large grin formed on her face.

she repeated your name and nodded, "creo que ese es el sueño de todos los mexicanos. quién no querría tenerla como cita?"

the crowd cheered in agreement, drowning out the thumping of his heart in his chest. then the host turned to him, the same mischievous look on her face from earlier, "por qué ella?"

he felt his heart jump to his throat, and before he could stop the words from escaping him, he said, "creo que ella es una persona muy interesante. la conocí hace un tiempo y me gustó mucho hablar con ella. también es muy bonita y talentosa y me gustaría saber más de ella.

the crowd swooned and he could hardly look at the cameras after his confession. he knew for a fact that his teammates would never let him live this down, nor could he open any social media platform from the moment this episode aired because he knew that this confession was going to spread like wildfire.

he didn't even want to think about this potentially reaching you. he prayed that it didn't, even though he knew that it was only a matter of time.

the host said a few words but none of them reached his ears. the episode ended soon after, and with a handshake, a wave and smile to the audience and to the cameras, the interview ended.

the next week, he avoided social media. he spent majority of his time outside the internet, afraid of what he had done. he knew that his fans and yours were crazy after his confession after some of his teammates had showed him some of the stuff they had seen online.

he felt embarrassed. he didn't know why he couldn't just lie or say something that didn't suggest that he had a crush on you, but what could he do? the episode went live and hundreds of thousands had seen it the second it dropped. even more had seen It once they saw that he had practically confessed his love to you. it didn't help that some of his friends and teammates began to send him edits of his confession and edits of the fans 'shipping' him and you.

at this point, he was sure that you were aware, but he didn't like to dwell too much on that. instead, he tried focusing on the end of the chivas' season and preparing for the world cup.

he was in the middle of training at verde valle, preparing for one of the last games for las chivas, when he felt his phone buzz. at first, he ignored it. lately his phone had been blowing up with his 'confession' that he decided to mute all of his notifications on every platform.

however, when he was finally on break, he noticed that these notifications still went through. curious, he glanced at his phone and he felt his heart stop. it was a message from instagram from you.

hesitantly, he opened the chat and saw that you had sent him a video. he clicked on it with his brows furrowed.

the video played and it was a clip of you during an interview with another talkshow host. he noticed immediately how beautiful you looked, your eyes glinting underneath the bright lights, your smile enamoring, your voice addicting. he almost didn't pay attention to anything the host was saying until the host asked you about the confession and armando felt his face flush. he watched you laugh when the host asked what you thought about.

then you turned to the camera and with a smile and a flustered look on your face, "pensé que era muy tierno. y si hablo en serio, me sentí tan mareado cuando vi la entrevista por primera vez. no pensé que se sintiera así por mí."

the host looked at you with a brow raised, before tentatively asking, "lo que estás diciendo... parece que estás enamorada de él, no?"

you laughed and he felt his heart jump, "enamorado suena muy fuerte. pero un crush si tengo."

armando didn't hear the hear the rest of the interview after that. and when the clip ended quickly after, he was back in your chat with his heart racing like he just played all ninety minutes of a game.

a second later, a message appeared from you.

"también me gustaría tener una cita contigo."

his fingers rapidly found his keyboard, "cuándo estás en guadalajara?"

"la semana que viene. cuándo estás libre?"

he bit his lip to suppress a smile, "viernes por la noche. está bien?"

"es perfecto. no puedo esperar <3"

yeah, he was definitely going to explode the next time he sees you.

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✷┆ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ᝰ.ᐟ ━━━ btw, i mean diego luna the actor (y mi primer amor). not the football player, but it doesn't really matter who you imagine. also, perdona, no sé por qué es la segunda vez que no escribo una cita entre tú y él. les prometo que no fue a propósito :( <3

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