Stockholm's Syndrome - Dave York & reader - Completed.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Good For You - Frankie & Reader & Pope - Completed.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Drabble - Waking up
One Shots:
Need - Pedro Pascal x Reader.
Dream - Pedro Pascal x Reader.
Rail me - Pedro Pascal x Reader.
The restaurant - Pedro Pascal x Reader.
Sunday - Pedro Pascal x Reader.
The MET - Pedro Pascal x Reader
In the car - Pedro Pascal x Reader
Behind the car - Pedro Pascal x Reader
Rough - Javier Peña x Reader
Movie - Pedro Pascal x Reader.
On my knees - Javier Peña x Reader.
The script - Pedro Pascal x Reader
Can't Get Over You - Peña x Reader
Obey - Pedro Pascal x Reader - Comming soon.
Collaborations:
A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of
The Church of the Slutty Knee.
A Series of Firsts - Pedro x Oscar
Chapter 1 - First Taste
Chapter 2 - First Touch
Chapter 3 - Primer Amanecer (First Sunrise)
Chapter 4 - First Lesson
Chapter 5 - First Reversal
Chapter 6 - Comming soon
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
Words: about 7k.
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“Can we please not do this now? I need to go,” he says, looking at me. The mask of indifference is back in place as he pulls his jeans back on. I thought we had moved past this. But apparently not. What I want and what he expects are not the same.
”I just want to know what I am to you!” I raise my voice louder than I intend to, but it’s so damn frustrating. He wants me, but he doesn’t want to commit to me.
“Don’t do this now; I’m running late.” He huffs, and he pulls his clothes back on. I feel so used. He wants a warm body to fuck when he feels like it. And I want more. I can’t do this anymore.
“You know what, Peña? Let’s not do this ever again. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” I sigh, get out of bed, and start pulling my clothes on. I keep my body away from him as I do so. If I look at him, I’ll give in, like I always do.
“I thought we were on the same page about what this was, were we not?” He asks, and I hear him moving closer to me, but I don’t turn around.
“And I thought that I meant more to you than just a good fuck whenever you’re in the mood. But I suppose we both were wrong.” I walk into the bathroom and slam the door behind me, locking it to keep him out. I want so much more than what he’s willing to give me. I get that he has a lot on his plate. After coming back from Columbia and taking on the job as the sheriff in Laredo, a lot of people expect him to clean up the town and get the drugs out of here. But when he came back alive, all I could think was that maybe this was our chance at a second chance together.
We had been together when we were younger, before he left for Colombia, and I understood that when he left, what we had was over. I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for him while he went down there, since neither of us knew when he would be back.
But that didn’t stop me from hoping and wishing that he would come back one day, and maybe we could pick up where we left off. How silly of me to think that what we once had meant more to him than what it does now. I was still just a warm body for him to sink his cock into whenever he needed to blow off some steam. And frankly, I’m over it.
A soft knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts.
“Nenita, please don’t be like this. What we have is good, right? Why do we need to make it into something it isn’t?” His voice is like butter on toast. It’s hard to resist him when he’s like that, but I deserve more. I want more from him, but if he isn't willing to give it to me, then I can’t give him more from me. I need to protect myself before I give him more than I already have.
“Just go, Peña; I can’t do this anymore. Please just go.” My voice breaks at the end. I try my best to keep myself together. He can’t see me when he’s on the other side of the door, but I know he can hear me.
“I’m sorry, nenita." That’s the last thing I hear from him before I hear the front door open and then close. He’s gone. Again. Only this time, I will still see him around town. Fuck!
4 months later.
With a glass of rosé wine in my left hand and the music playing loudly, I’m looking through my closet, trying to decide what to wear for my date tonight.
I’m not even sure I should go. I’m still not over Javier, but they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And since nothing else seems to have worked in the past 4 months, why not try going on a date?
Nick is cute; he’s kind, and he’s been asking me out for a date several times over the years. So here I am, getting ready for a date. With Nick.
My hand drifts over a white sundress with sunflowers on it. I used to wear this dress all the time. It was one of my favourites, and sadly, one of Javier’s too.
“I love the way this dress hugs you, ass, and your titts,” he whispered into my ear, his lips gently grazing down my neck.
“Stop it, Javi; we need to go or we’re going to be late for our reservation at ‘Hal’s’.” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but not much effort was put into it since I didn’t really want to step away from his warm body. He pressed his front against my back with more force, making it very clear exactly how much he liked the dress. I could feel him through his jeans as his cock pressed against my ass. A soft moan escaped my lips as he pressed himself into me again, harder this time.
“Are you sure you want me to stop querida?” His teeth scraped gently along the shell of my ear, and his hands gripped my hips tighter as he let out a low groan of pleasure as I rubbed my ass against his growing erection once again. “I say we skip dinner and go straight to dessert instead.”
We never made it to the restaurant that night. Now that I think of it, we hardly ever went anywhere; we were always at his place or mine. I didn't mind because I got to have him all to myself without the other women of the town ogling him, but now, in hindsight, it feels like he didn’t want to be seen with me. Not that that mattered; in a small town like Laredo, everybody knows everything anyway. And people knew, just like they knew the moment we stopped seeing each other. In the first month or two, people would stare, and I would hear them whisper about me when they didn’t know I was in the next aisle, or perhaps they knew and wanted me to hear?
It was always the same comment: “Perhaps he got bored of her." “A man like that can’t be tied down; why did she think she would be able to get him to settle down?”. And it hurts. Far more than I care to admit. Because it was all true. In the end, I wasn’t enough for him.
I shake my head as if to try and clear the memory from it. But I’m not an etch-a-sketch, so the image of us in bed that night and all the other times stays burned into my brain as I try my best to get ready for my date with Nick. I down the rest of my wine, and out of spite or defiance, I don’t know, I grab the dress with the sunflowers. It’s just a dress, one of my favorites, so I pull it on. It still fits nicely, though it’s a little looser around my midriff now than it was before, but that is to be expected. I have been exercising more lately and eating better, so I have lost some weight.
Not that I did it because anyone told me that I needed to, but what else was I supposed to do with all my free time when Javier stopped coming around? Correction: When I told him to leave, he actually, for once, listened to me. I had to find something to put all my time and energy into. So I started running. It’s a good distraction. I keep pushing myself further and harder. The burn from running makes the hurt from not being with him a little bit easier to handle. And it usually tires me out pretty good. It keeps me from making dumb decisions like texting him late at night when I’m lonely.
A loud knock on my door startles me just as I put the last touch of lipstick on. I put the cork back on and set down the lipstick, walking over to open the door, putting on a bright smile as I do so.
“Wow, you look beautiful.” Nick looks me up and down before he settles on my face, a big smile on his lips as he hands me a bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.” He says.
“These are beautiful, Nick. Thank you. Let me just put these in water, and then I’m ready to go.” I take the flowers, and he follows me as I walk into the kitchen to find a vase.
After I’ve put the flowers in the water, I look over at Nick to see where he’s standing in the doorway to my kitchen. He cleaned up nice, in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And he trimmed his beard too; usually it’s a bit more wild, but tonight he has it neatly trimmed short. It suits him better. But for some reason, I can’t help but think about how I prefer a defined moustache over a full beard.
“Are you ready to go?” Nick asks, bringing me back to my kitchen and the man standing in front of me. The man that is not him. But that’s the point; Javier didn’t want more, and I do. So I give Nick a soft smile and nod.
The restaurant is nice, although I wish he hadn’t taken me to Hal’s. But the odds of him coming in here tonight are hopefully low.
We order food and drinks, and we talk about everything and nothing. And just as I am starting to relax and enjoy the date, I feel him. I can tell that he is there before I even see him. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot him over at the bar. He just walked in and is ordering a beer. I know he’s already seen me. The way he looks over at us tells me everything I need to know. And he looks pissed.
I try to concentrate on what Nick is telling me, something that happened this week at his work, but honestly, all I can think of is him. Javier is standing less than 10 feet from me over by the bar, but he might as well be standing next to me. The air in the room is electrified, and with every breath I take, I find it more and more difficult to breathe.
“Will you excuse me for just a second?” I get up from my chair and all but run towards the ladies room, not even bothering to think about the fact that I left Nick hanging in the middle of a sentence about whatever he was talking about. I need to get out of the room and away from Javier.
I lock myself into one of the ladies rooms and grip the sink with both hands so tightly that my knuckles turn white with the effort. My breathing is ragged, and I try my best to slow my racing heart. This is not what I had envisioned for my first night out after Javier and I broke up. Well, to be broken up, one would have to have actually been a couple in the first place, which we never were. He didn’t want anything serious, and I was dumb enough to think that if I stayed around long enough, he would change his mind. That he would want me just the same way I wanted him. Sadly, that never happened.
After several minutes of hiding in the bathroom, I pull myself together enough to stand up straight, run my hands down my dress, and look at myself in the mirror.
“You can do this. He is just a man you once knew. You can do this.” I tell myself the same thing over and over as my breathing evens out and my heart slows back down to somewhat normal. With a final, steadfast breath, I unlock the door and walk out, and straight into someone.
“What the...” I stop myself the moment I look up and my eyes meet his. Dark brown eyes I could drown in, if only he’d let me.
“Querida.” His voice is low and strained. He looks me up and down, widening a little when he sees the dress I have on, before he looks me in the eyes.
“You lost the right to call me that, Peña.” I try to sound strong, but my voice is wavering, and I have to look away from his piercing gaze before I do something stupid. Pushing past him to get away from him, just as I’m almost past him, he grabs a hold of my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
“Please, don’t walk away,” he pleads, his hand still in a firm grip on my wrist.
“I’m not the one who walked away, remember?” I turn around and yank my hand from his. When my eyes meet his, he looks lost, even sad. But I can’t break. Not here, not now. “You’re the one who didn’t want what I had to offer.” The rage bubbles up; after being pushed down for months, it’s finally breaking free. I’m done blaming myself for what happened. He made me believe we could be more. He’s the one who made me feel like what we had was more than just sex, with his sweet touch, filthy words, and the way he would look at me. He’s the one who would hold me tight, night after night, as we fell asleep next to one another after we had our way with each other in bed.
“I...” He takes a step closer, but I back up. I can’t. I won’t survive him one more time.
“You what, Pña? You don’t want me. Not really—not all of me, at least. You only want me when you can’t have me. Or am I wrong? You haven’t called me in months. But tonight, the first night, I’m actually out with someone else. Now you care? Just leave me alone; I can’t do this again with you. I won’t survive it a third time.” It’s like my words burned him. He backs up a few steps. His eyes meet mine. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then he closes it again. Just like I thought, nothing has changed. He doesn’t want more, or maybe he isn’t capable of more. It’s only sad that it took me so long to figure it out. Having the man I love break my heart not only once, way back when we were kids, but again four months ago. And in a way, now, all over again, tonight hurts more than I care to admit. But I won’t let him do it again. I can't, and I won’t survive it one more time.
Without saying anything else, I turn and walk away. There is nothing more to say. He doesn’t stop me, either. So if that doesn’t tell me exactly everything I need to know, then I don’t know what will.
I walk back to the table where Nick is still sitting. He looks uncomfortable, shifting slightly in his seat, but doesn’t say anything about how long I was gone or that Javier was gone for a part of that time too. He really is a good guy. And for the rest of the date, I try my best to pay attention to what he says and not look over to my left, where I know Javier is sitting still at the bar, nursing beer after beer. I smile and laugh, and I can almost fool myself into believing that this night isn’t that bad.
The date actually turned out pretty well. When we finished eating, Nick drove me back to my apartment, but I didn't invite him in. I need to do this right this time. So instead, I let him kiss me goodnight. I thanked him for a lovely evening, and when he asked me if I would like to go out with him again, I said yes. And I meant it. I did have a good time.
But the moment I’m alone in my apartment, my mind drifts back to the way he looked at me. Javier, not Nick. Not that the way Nick looked at me was bad. Just the way Javier always looks at me is like a sizzling fire that burns underneath my skin. And the only way to quench the flames is when he has his way with me and pulls orgasm after orgasm from me.
But tonight he looked at me like I was something he had lost, and he wanted it, me, back. But he didn’t do anything or say anything. At least nothing that changes what happened between us or how it ended.
That night, I got little to no sleep. I tossed and turned for half of the night, and the other half I dreamed about the one man I can’t have.
3 months later
I keep running into Javier. Almost on a daily basis, I see him across the street or run into him. I can’t get away from him. I can be in the supermarket, and I turn around, and there he is. Or at the gas station, filling up my car, and there he is. Even when Nick and I go out on dates, he is there. Everywhere I turn, he is always there. Not in a stalker way, though. Not like it's that strange; we live in the same town, but still. It’s unnerving. I’m trying to move on from him, but all I see is him everywhere I go.
It’s late, and I’m getting ready for bed when my phone pings with an incoming text message. So I walk out of my bathroom, one towel wrapped around my body and one towel still in my hand as I’m drying my hair after the shower, when I flip my phone on my bed with the other hand, and I freeze mid-motion.
It’s a text from Javier. I sit down on my bed before I open the text and read it.
I stare at the text. Not knowing what to reply or if I even should reply. I’m with Nick now, right?
Just when I’ve almost convinced myself to not reply and ignore the text altogether, the bubble with the three dots appears, and with anxious breath, I wait for his next text. But nothing appears. No more texts come through. And as I stand there with my hair dripping down onto my bed, my phone dies.
Fuck! I was supposed to have plugged it into the charger when I came home from work, but work had been hectic today, so I forgot. I scramble off my bed as quickly as I can, grab my charger from on top of my dresser, plug it into the socket, and then plug the other end into my phone. It feels like it takes forever for my phone to light up. And who knows how long it takes for it to power back on? Without my damn phone, which is also my clock in my bedroom, I don’t know how many minutes tick by before it actually lights up again.
I open up my phone to see if he has sent any more texts, but no. Only the one from before my phone died. What am I supposed to answer? He misses me? Should I even answer? Before I have any time to think more about it, a loud knock startles me. Looking down at my phone to check the time, 11:43, I highly doubt that it is Nick. We didn’t have plans tonight, and he wouldn’t just stop by unannounced like this, at least not this late. Which means…
“Querida, please open the door.” He’s speaking louder than normal, but not quite shouting yet. But I still don’t want my neighbors to get mad. Having someone half-yell in your stairwell isn’t most people's idea of fun at almost midnight on a fucking Thursday night. So I stumble my way to the door and yank it open.
Javier is leaning against the doorframe, looking worse for wear but still hot as fuck. No one should be allowed to look that good when he looks so disheveled and his hair is a mess. Like he has been dragging his fingers through it over and over for hours. His shirt is wrinkled, and his jeans are dirty.
“Javi, you can’t come here like this anymore.” I don’t even realize I used his nickname until he looks up at me with those big brown, sad eyes.
“You called me Javi.” A soft smile spreads across his lips, and that damn dimple appears on his left cheek. He knows how much I love that damn dimple.
“Slip of the tongue, what are you doing here?” I try to redirect the conversation, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know what he’s doing here. He texted me not that long ago, and now he’s here, at my door, in the middle of the night.
“I’d like to give you my slip of the tongue.” He says it under his breath, with a smirk playing on his lips. He knows I heard him. It’s too quiet around us for me not to have heard him. And his words do things to me. I press my legs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing that's begun to grow. He always had a way with words. He could probably get me off with his words alone. But I can’t let my mind wander too far down the rabbit hole. I need to know why he is here. I don’t say anything about his comment.
I don’t know if I should invite him in or ask him to leave. But I do know that I don’t want to have this conversation in my doorway for any of my neighbours to hear or walk into. So I open the door a little bit more and let him in. He walks past me and straight into my kitchen, where he comes to a stop and casually leans against the kitchen island.
“It’s late; what are you doing here?” I ask again, trying to put some power behind my words.
“Nick isn’t here, I suppose, since you let me in.” He drawls, still with that dimple on his cheek, begging me to touch it, kiss it, and lick it.
“Is that what you came here to talk about, my boyfriend?” I ask, letting a strained laugh out. This is so surreal. My somewhat ex and I are talking about the man I’m currently dating.
“Does he make you happy?”
“What?” I stare at him. I'm wondering where he’s going with this.
“Does. He. Make. You. Happy?” He punctuates each word while simultaneously taking a step towards me with each word. I look around my kitchen, trying to find the words, and maybe even something to look at other than him. His eyes are on fire, and they are burning me with every lingering look. With every caress as he sweeps his eyes over my body, I just realize I’m still in nothing but my towel, and my hair is still damp as water trickles down my back.
“I...he...” I can’t get the words or sentences to form in my mind, let alone get them out of my mouth, when he’s looking at me like that. I am his prey, and he is the hunter. With a final step towards me, he has me between him and the kitchen counter. His hands land on either side of me, effectively caging me in. All I can see is him. All I can smell is him. All I can feel is the heat coming off his body, but that doesn’t stop my skin from breaking out in goosebumps all over. But I doubt it’s because I’m cold. Quite the opposite. I’m burning up, and all I want to do is lean a little bit, close the distance between us, and lock my lips around his.
“I know I said I couldn't give you more. But the thought of not having you at all is killing me. I can’t think, I can’t sleep, and I can’t breathe when I’m not with you. And every time I see you around town, all I want is to walk up to you and kiss you. I feel like you are the reason I made it back from Colombia in one piece, and I will die unless I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you. Please tell me it’s not too late.”
“Javi...” I’m stunned. I never expected to get as much from him in words as I just did. I try to think of that to answer him, but no words will come out.
"Words, querida, use your words. I asked you a question.”
“What...what question?” I ask, shaking my head. My mind is a mess from what he just said. He wants me? Why now? What changed?
“Does he make you happy?” His hand softly pushes my damp locks back behind my ear; his fingers move to gently caress my cheek; and I instinctively lean into his touch.
“Not like you do. No one can compare to you.” I confess. There’s no point in lying anymore, to myself or to him. He’s here for a reason. He’s told me as much. He wants me back.
“Please give me one more chance. I'm yours; say you’ll be mine.” His eyes search mine as his hand travels from my cheek down my neck. He can feel my pulse beat rapidly beneath his thumb, where his hand is now on my neck.
Without thinking, I reach up on my tippy toes and kiss him. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I shouldn't. It’s wrong for so many reasons, but I can’t seem to stop myself. My hands move on their own accord and drape around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
His hands find their way around my waist and pull me in closer. The kiss grows heated, and he drags his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking for entry. I grant it, opening up and letting my tongue slide along his in a battle for dominance. His hands drift lower until they reach the bottom of the towel and slide in under it. Grazing the back of my thighs and up my bare ass.
“Mierda, you’re fucking naked under here?” He asks, his voice strained, before he grabs a firm hold of my ass. He lifts me up and sets me down on the kitchen counter, and in doing so, the towel comes loose, falls down, and pools around my waist. Leaving my breasts on full display. He breaks the kiss to look down at my exposed body. “Fuck querida, you’ll be the death of me.” He growls, unable to stop himself. He leans down and takes one perked nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. Dragging his teeth over it, one hand finds the other and plays with it between his forefinger and thumb, pulling a breathy moan from my lips.
My own moan startles me from what we're doing, and I put my hands up against his chest and push him away. Even though all I want is to pull him closer.
“We can’t, not like this.” I quickly grip the towel and pull it up over my body again as I jump down from the counter.
“You’re right.” He takes a step back but then changes his mind and grabs the back of my head as he pulls me in for another soul-searing kiss. When he finally breaks the kiss, he looks at me dead in the eye with his hand still on the back of my head, not allowing me to look away. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll wait. I’ll give you anything you want; be anything you want; just tell me you’ll be mine.” His chest heaves, and he breathes heavily.
I stare back at him. He’s finally saying all the right things. The only problem is that I have a boyfriend.
“I need to talk to Nick first.” I answer. “But, yes, Javi, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. Give me a few days to sort through this, and I’ll call you, okay?” I don’t even know how to sort through this mess without someone getting hurt. Sadly, that seems to be Nick in this equation. But I can’t do anything more with Javi until I’ve ended things with Nick; I shouldn’t even have kissed him. We can’t start this time around with something like that. We need to make this right.
“I get it, but can I come over once it’s over with you and Nick?” He looks hopeful; his hand finds mine, and he interlocks our fingers and lifts my hand up to his mouth, where he lays featherlight kisses on each and every knuckle on my hand.
“I’ll call you. But I need you to go now before we do something really stupid. Like let you bend me over the couch and rail me while I still have a boyfriend.” I give him a soft smile while I gently push him towards the door.
He reaches for the door but turns around at the last second, grabs me by the waist, and pins me to the door. “I do, however, want to do that at a later time. But promise me you’ll call me after.” He leans in and plants soft kisses along the colom of my throat. My knees feel like jelly, and if he hadn’t been holding me up, I would have fallen to the floor.
“Yes, I promise.” I let out a breathy moan. “Now, go, baby; for mine and your sanity, go.” I beg.
“Good night, querida.” He gives me one of his devilish, lopsided smiles.
He moves me to the side, then steps away from me so he can open the door and let himself out. But before he’s out of sight, I notice his hand reaching down to readjust himself in those sexy, tight jeans of his. I can’t help but let the smirk on my lips grow as I think that he is as fucked for me as I am for him. Now I just have to break someone's heart before we can be together for real. And that’s not really something I’m looking forward to. But before I go to bed, I take another shower to cool off.
The next day I call Nick after work; I want to get this over with as soon as possible. There is no need to drag out the inevitable. I asked him to come meet me at a café near North Central Park. He had first asked me to come over to his place, but I thought it would be best to do this in public. If he got upset and wanted to leave, he could.
With my tea in my hand, I sit at the table, waiting anxiously for Nick to arrive. I have no idea how I’m going to break it to him, so I suppose I’ll just rip the bandage off the moment he sits down.
I see him coming down the sidewalk; he looks anxious too. He probably heard it in my voice when I called earlier. Nothing good ever comes after the dreaded line “can we talk” which is exactly the one I used earlier when I called him.
“Hey.” He leans in to kiss me, but at the last moment, I turn my head, and his kiss lads on my cheek. My pulse is racing, and my hands are clammy. I grip my mug tighter in an attempt to ground myself. “Everything okay?” He asks.
“I...” I begin, but I can’t seem to get the words out. Fuck, this is so hard! So I just open my mouth and hope I find the right words. “It was never my intention to hurt you, Nick. Please, you have to understand, and to be honest, I never expected Javi to...well, change.” I’m rambling, and when I look at Nick, he looks almost happy? Is he smiling at me?
“I understand. I mean, how can I compete with that guy? You love him.” I’m at a loss for words. Did he just tell me he understands?
“Say what now?” I ask. I must have misheard him. I stare at him with a dumbfounded look on my face, trying to figure out what’s happening.
“Everyone here in Laredo knows about your story. Kind of like star-crossed lovers, always out of reach of one another. And to be frank, I think the whole town has been waiting and hoping for him to get his shit together and realise it's you that he wants. That it’s you he needs. And judging from the conversation you wanted to have with me today, I can assume that he finally came to his senses?”
“He...yeah, you could say that.” I let out a small laugh. The absurdity of how quickly this conversation unfolded is beyond me. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.
“And you want him.” He asks. It’s not really a question, more of a statement.
“Yes, I’m so sorry, Nick. This is not what I had planned at all. You have to believe me that I never thought that he would change. It’s not like we haven’t tried before. But I don’t know; something is different this time. He’s different.” I reach out across the table and grab his hand in mine. “Please forgive me.”
“I know you didn’t mean for it to happen this way. And honestly, I’m happy for you. If you’re happy, then that’s all I want for you.” He says and squeezes my hand once before letting my hand go.
I don’t know how he’s taking this so calmly, but I appreciate it nonetheless. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What?” I ask.
“Don’t let him take you for granted this time. You deserve the best, and I hope he realises that.”
“I won’t, and thank you, Nick, truly. I hope you find someone who will care for you the way you deserve.”
He stands up and gives me a gentle smile.
“Thanks; I guess I’ll see you around town then.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you around.” I reply. And with that, he walks away. I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in. This went way better than I expected.
After Nick leaves, I jump into an Uber and tell him where to drive. I have someone I need to go see. My whole body is buzzing with excitement as the car takes me across town and out to the countryside. When the car stops in front of the house, I get out on shaky legs. What if last night was just a dream, and this is all in my head? Or what if he changed his mind? Maybe he just wanted me when I wasn’t his to have? I don’t have to think about it long, though. The door swings open, and out steps Javi. My Javi, or at least, I hope he’ll be mine.
“You’re here. Does that mean...?" He doesn’t finish his question. Instead, he looks at me intensely, his eyes roaming all over my body before landing on my face. Like he’s searching for something and hopes he’ll find the answer in my eyes.
“I’m yours.” That is all I say. And before I know it, he closes the distance between us and pulls me into his arms.
“Mine.” He breathes as he squeezes me tighter to him. Hands drift down my back and land on my ass, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he all but runs back into the house with me in his arms. Pushing the door open and then kicking it closed behind us, his lips find mine, and he claims my mouth with his. Never once does he let go of our connection as he walks me into his bedroom with me still in his arms. Walking up to the bed, he stops by and lowers me down on top of it softly.
He climbs into bed on top of me. I scoot back further into the middle of the bed, and he follows. Deft fingers start to unbutton my jeans and then pull down the zipper. Leading in, he lifts my shirt up and kisses my exposed skin before he grabs the hem of my top and pulls it up and over my head, discarding it somewhere behind him on the floor. Sneaking one hand around my back, he unclasps my bra and flings it over his shoulder. Next, he grips my jeans and panties off in one swift movement and tosses them to the floor as well.
A deep goran vibrates from his chest as his eyes drink me in; now I’m naked in front of him, in his bed.
“Fuck baby, I can’t believe I almost lost you. I’m never letting you go again.” He says it so low, I almost don’t hear him. But I do, and my throat feels thick with emotions. He never used to be like this before.
“Say it,” I plead. I know he feels it; I need him to say it. “Say it, and I’ll be yours forever.” He knows what I mean. The thing I so desperately wanted him to say 7 months ago. But something I think maybe he didn’t know he truly felt until after he saw me moving on. Or attempting to move on. How can one truly move on if one never lets go of the one they really want?
His hands roam all over my body, moulding me like clay. Claiming me as his. He bends down, locks his lips around mine, and kisses me like his life depends on it. Like only my breath can save him from certain death. Tongues, teeth, and breath mix, and when his hand slips in between my thighs, I can’t help but arch into his touch, and the moan that tears itself from my throat sounds borderline feral when one finger slides in between my slit.
“I love you.” He kisses me again, stealing my breath, when he eases one finger into me. “Fuck querida, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” He asks as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of me at a leisurely pace.
“Oh God! Yes!” I pant. His movements stop.
"No, my love, not God, Javi, I want you to scream my name. I’m the one who makes you feel this good. It should be my name that comes from your lips when you cum. Now, be a good girl and cum for me.” He picks up his pace, adding another finger. My mouth falls open, and moan after moan pours out of me as he keeps hitting that spot inside that I can’t seem to reach myself most of the time unless I use a toy. And even then, it’s not as good as when he pushes his thick fingers inside me.
The waves of pleasure build quickly, and I can feel it coming. I won’t be able to keep it down for long. He knows my body better than I do. Angling his hand just a little and pushing deep inside again and again when his other hand reaches up to punch my nipple sends me over the edge, and I crash into the waves of the oncoming orgasm.
I scream out his name as my walls pulsate around him, but he doesn’t let up. He lets me ride out my orgasm, still pumping his big fingers in and out of me just so until I finally come down from the high.
I open my eyes to find him looking right at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his lips.
“I love it when you scream for me, baby. Now, let’s see how many times we can make you cum before you beg me to stop. I have some time to make up for, don’t I?” He bends down before I even have a chance to respond. He licks me from the top of the slit all the way down to my entrance. Making me arch my back off the bed.
“Oh, fuck. Javi.” I breathe out. His tongue circles back up and flicks my clit, making me jerk in reaction.
“Say it.” He demands. Before he seals his lips around my clit and sucks. Stealing the breath from my lungs. My hands find their way into his hair, a firm grasp on his locks. I grind myself into his mouth as his fingers pick up speed again. Lifting his head back up, his fingers pull out.
I whine in protest. “What are you doing?” I question.
“Say it, say it, and I’m yours. I’ll give you anything you want.” He begs. Javi is not a man who begs. But he’s begging me. I know what he wants. He said it, and now he wants me to say it. How can I resist this man? All I’ve ever wanted was him, so I give him what he wants.
“I love you.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that, querida. I love you so fucking much.” He replies, then bends his head back down, circling and licking at my clit while he pushes his fingers back inside.
He quickly works me up to another orgasm, and when I come back down again, he moves up on top of me, his moustache glistening with my arousal.
He moves to get up and stands next to the bed as he quickly sheds his cloths, dropping them on the floor where he stands. Before he crawls on top of me again, this time completely naked, his cock nudges against my hip.
“Kiss me, then fuck me, Javi.” My arms wrap around his neck, my legs wrap around his waist, and the heels of my feet push him closer to me.
“For you, my love, I’ll do anything.” And he does. He kisses hard and fast, then slow and soft. Then he lines himself up with my entrance and pushes inside, and I’ve never felt so goddamn good as I do in that moment. I’m right where I’m meant to be. With him.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. ⚠️⚠️⚠️
Words: about 2K
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Masterlist ✨
Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.
Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.
Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldn’t hurt now, could it?
When will you be back?
A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.
Sooner than you think. Be patient.
A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.
Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasn’t like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasn’t short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helped—probably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the day—but it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.
“Did you miss me?” He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.
“Yes,” you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. ”What are you doing here?” You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.
“I had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and don’t move.” One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasn’t that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caught—the idea of him taking you right then and there—was too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.
You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.
“We don’t want to attract any attention and get kicked out before I’ve made you cum, now do we?” He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.
“No. I’ll be good. I promise.” You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.
“Already so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesn’t it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, don’t you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.
“Yes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,” you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.
“You’re so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.” Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.
As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.
You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. “Tell me who makes you feel this good.”
“You, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,” and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadn’t even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.
“Fuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. I’m going to need you to cum. I won’t last long.” His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. “Cum for me, baby.”
That last sentence—him calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.
“Fuuuck!” He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. “You will be the death of me.”
He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. You turned around to finally look at him.
“Me? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,” you said, smiling sweetly at him. “How is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"
“I may have put in a tracker on your phone,” he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didn’t care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thought—that he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it cute in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.
“Hmm… I thought you might have.”
“You’re not pissed?” He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.
“Nope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, I’m not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.” You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.
“Wow, you’re almost as fucked up as me, aren’t you?"
“Almost,” you agreed.
He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.
“But my groceries!” You called out.
“Fuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. I’m taking you out to dinner, then we’re going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.
When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.
“Such a gentle man,” you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.
"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,” he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.
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Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
Words: 1048
Masterlist ✨
Pedro is sitting at his desk, reading the latest script for the upcoming season of TLOU. But you’re bored, so you decide to entertain yourself by disturbing him. Walking up to him, you put your hands on his arms and give a light squeeze. Moving your hands up and over his broad shoulders, he starts to massage his neck.
“Babe, I have to get through these pages. I’ll be done in a bit,” he says. But you don’t stop. Your hands slip down over his chest. Nails drag over his yellow Lakers shirt, one of many he has in his wardrobe, and he presses a little harder over his nipples. Making him moan a low, deep moan.
“Are you sure?” you ask, your lips brushing up against his ear as you push your breasts into his back.
“Ye..yes” he breathes out in a low, gruff voice. He might be saying yes, but his body is saying no.
You drag your teeth into the shell of his ear. A shudder runs through him. Soft breathing, and his hands grip the papers of the script. You lean over and lick along the line of his jaw. Nibbling lightly. His hands fall from the table and into his lap. Resting on his thighs. You look down to see the growing bulge in his shorts.
A satisfied smile spreads across your lips, like the Cheshire cat, and your hand skates down further to gently rub over his growing erection.
He groans. Bucking his hips involuntarily into your hand Your other hand grabs a hold of his chin to tilt his head towards you, and you lock your lips on his. Kissing him hungrily, tongues licking into each other's mouths, tasting each other. You can taste the whiskey on his tongue. And it’s delicious. Heat starts to pool at your core.
Your hands over his bulge begin to move faster. And then you stop. A soft whimper slips from his lips against yours. But you’re not done. Not yet. Instead, you lift your hand, break the kiss, and bring your hand up to your mouth. And you lick it. Getting it wet and nice Then move your hand down. And slide it in and under his shorts. Gripping his now-hard cock
You start pumping up and down. Eliciting low, breathy grunts and moans from him
“Yes, oh god, baby, that feels so good,” he says between heavy breaths.
His praise spurs you, moving your hand up as your finger swirls around the top of his cock. He trembles below you. His whole body was tensing up. He grabs your wrist to stop your movements.
“Come here,” he demands as he pulls your arm. And you move around from the back of the chair as he pushes it out a bit from the table.
He lets go of your wrist, and both his hands grab you by your knees before they start to ascend up your legs. You know where they’re going. They move higher up and under the hem of your sundress and up towards your aching sex.
As his right hand reaches the apex of your thighs, his index finger grazes over your pussycat. His breath hitches as he realizes you’re not wearing any panties.
“Oh baby. Aren’t you just deliciously naughty?” he says as his finger slips in between your folds to find you positively dripping. “Is this all for me?” he asks as he starts to rub your clit in slow circular movements.
"Yeah,” you breathe out, grabbing onto his shoulders for support as his rhythm. Pressing a little harder every now and then Not being able to help yourself, you rut yourself into his hand.
“So greedy,” he whispers. He slips his finger from your pussy, his hands come up to your shoulders, and he pushes the dress off of them. “Come here and sit on my cock,” he says with that lopsided smirk you love so much.
You step out of your dress, and then you move closer and sit down on his lap. Reaching down and into his shorts, you grab his cock and pull it out.
Lifting yourself up a little, you line him up with your entrance, and then you sit back down and let him slide into your wet, needy pussy. Filling you so perfectly. Stretching you completely.
"Fuck,” he groans. And then you start to move. Slowly, up and down. Your hands rest on his shoulders for leverage as you bounce yourself on his cock. He grabs a tight hold of your hips, and he lifts you up a little before he starts to thrust up into you. Harder and faster than you managed. Pounding into you over and over.
“Touch me,” you beg. He’s quick to oblige, as one hand lets go of your hip and snakes it way down between you.
His motions on your clit are as frantic as his thrusts into you. Pushing you closer and closer to the edge. And with a final buck into you so deep that he nudged your cervix as his thumb pressed down on your clit, you both cum. Hard and fast.
The orgasm rips through you at such intensity that your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you scream out his name. His cock twitches as his cum spurts inside you.
He tilts his head to rest on your chest as he tries to catch his breath, and he moans out your name. You kiss him softly at the top of his head. Your fingers are raking through his hair as you try to calm your own breathing down to normal.
“How did I get so lucky to find you?” he asks as he leans in to kiss you.
“I found you, remember? Now, let’s go have a shower. Then I can run lined with you,” you say, shuffle yourself off him, and as you stand, his cum mixed with your own release starts to run down your leg.
“Yeah, you’re filthy. Definitely need a shower,” he says, winking at you as he tucks himself back into his shorts and stands up. He grabs your hand and lifts it to his lips. Kissing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist before leading you into the bathroom.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. ⚠️⚠️⚠️
Words: about 2.2K
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Masterlist ✨
Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.
Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.
Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldn’t hurt now, could it?
When will you be back?
A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.
Sooner than you think. Be patient.
A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.
Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasn’t like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasn’t short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helped—probably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the day—but it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.
“Did you miss me?” He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.
“Yes,” you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. ”What are you doing here?” You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.
“I had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and don’t move.” One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasn’t that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caught—the idea of him taking you right then and there—was too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.
You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.
“We don’t want to attract any attention and get kicked out before I’ve made you cum, now do we?” He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.
“No. I’ll be good. I promise.” You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.
“Already so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesn’t it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, don’t you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.
“Yes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,” you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.
“You’re so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.” Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.
As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.
You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. “Tell me who makes you feel this good.”
“You, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,” and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadn’t even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.
“Fuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. I’m going to need you to cum. I won’t last long.” His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. “Cum for me, baby.”
That last sentence—him calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.
“Fuuuck!” He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. “You will be the death of me.”
He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. And you turned around to finally look at him.
“Me? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,” you said, smiling sweetly at him. “How is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"
“I may have put in a tracker on your phone,” he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didn’t care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thought—that he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it endearing in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.
“Hmm… I thought you might have.”
“You’re not pissed?” He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.
“Nope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, I’m not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.” You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.
“Wow, you’re almost as fucked up as me, aren’t you?"
“Almost,” you agreed.
He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.
“But my groceries!” You called out.
“Fuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. I’m taking you out to dinner, then we’re going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.
When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.
“Such a gentle man,” you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.
"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,” he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.
So, Ive been on a designing spree, and decided to make some badges for some of the Agent/Forces Pedro Boys:
Frankie Morales - Private Pilot License & Delta Force Service ID Card & Certificate
Javier Peña - DEA ID Card
Dave York - FBI ID Badge (*Dave was actually in the DIA, not FBI - my bad! I'll re-do his badge at some point.)
Marcus Pike - FBI ID Badge
Det. Tim Rockford - LAPD Detective Badge
I've tried to keep them as true to the character's as possible with photos/age at time of joining Delta etc..., & referenced real ID badges out there to keep them as authentic as I can with fonts etc... I'm not an expert, but they were super fun to make.
☝🏻Please feel free to use these in your stories/edits if you want to. If you do, tag me as I'd love to see what you do with them. You can even print them out and make yourself a keepsake! 🖤
Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee
Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar
Rating: E18+ MDNI
Word Count: pending
Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex
Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar celebrate their birthdays in Brooklyn and Los Angeles. Pedro asks permission to take control, Oscar accepts the request with a little bit of hesitation.
Notes: This chapter takes place 5 and 6 months after Chapter 1 in present day and via flashback.
[Oscar narrates]: “Las palabras se volvieron miradas. Las sonrisas permiso para seguir adelante y disfrutar de lo que tenemos juntos. Nuestra conexión llegó a un nivel de confianza y de total entrega. Confieso que te confío cada molécula de mi cuerpo y mi alma. Sé que no me harás daño…empiezo de cero contigo , dejando mis miedos y recuerdos atrás. Tus ojos tiernos, y a la vez llenos de candela, guían mi corazón. Sí, soy todo tuyo, mi Pedrito.”
(“Words became glances. Smiles permission to move forward and enjoy what we have together. Our connection reached a level of trust and total surrender. I confess I trust you with every molecule of my body and my soul. I know you won’t hurt me... I’m starting from scratch with you, leaving my fears and memories behind. Your eyes tender, yet full of fire, guide my heart. Yes, I’m all yours, my Pedro.”)
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Act I: The Admission
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<exterior: outdoor patio of a quaint coffee shop>
The sun has started to set, turning the horizon a brilliant shade of orange-red. Strings of Edison bulbs flicker to life in crisscrossing patterns above the patio while fairy lights twinkle in potted trees scattered throughout the dining area. Most of the tables are occupied as Pedro and Oscar exit the cafe. They make a bee line to an empty table near the center of the enclosed area. A few minutes later a barista leaves two cups of coffee and two pastries on the table. Pedro and Oscar are deep in conversation.
“He was being so bossy! If things weren’t going exactly his way, he’d start barking out orders left and right. You know me, I try really hard to get along with everybody, but the whole time I was sitting there thinking ‘I only take orders from one person, and it’s definitely not you, sir.’ I mean, where does he get off being so… I dunno, bitchy?”
Oscar looks at Pedro with a sly, knowing, grin when Pedro says there’s only one person he takes orders from.
“And you’re such an obedient boy, mi tigre. What did you say to him? What did you do?”
“I didn’t say, or do, anything. You know how I am about confrontation. It gives my anxiety anxiety!” Pedro sighs.
“You’ve got to work on being more assertive. I know you have it in you.”
“Speaking of being more assertive…” Pedro begins shyly.
Oscar looks at Pedro with a sideways glance, waiting for him to gather the courage to push forward.
“I… I was thinking. Maybe… if you wanted to, um… Maybe we could try something?”
“I’m listening, mi tigre,” Oscar says patiently.
Oscar already has a pretty good idea of Pedro’s train of thought, and is happy to indulge him. In fact, he’s more than willing to indulge Pedro in any of his desires, as he’s told him several times before. All Pedro has to do is ask. That was the only stipulation Oscar wasn’t willing to compromise on as they’d learned the in’s and out’s of their relationship over the past six months.
After Pedro is quiet for a few more moments, biting his lip in that bashful way he does, Oscar leans in and whispers softly, but with a firm edge to his tone, “Mi Pedrito, you know the rules. You have to ask for it. How can you take something if you aren’t willing to ask for it?”
Taking another moment to find his courage, Pedro finally speaks.
“You know I absolutely love our dynamic. Having to ask permission, the thrill of knowing I could be refused, it turns me on so fucking much. But…” Pedro leans in close to Oscar, who is now sitting with his chin resting on his palms. “I want to fuck you, Daddy. I want to feel you clenching around my cock as I make you cum,” he says quietly, his words so soft they’re almost lost in the ambiance of the crowded patio.
Oscar reaches a hand across the table, placing it over Pedro’s. The smile that spreads across his face makes Pedro grin in turn.
“I won’t lie to you, Pedrito, I’ve not been in a submissive position in a long time. The last time I was, it wasn’t a healthy relationship, and it burned me on the idea of ever giving up control again. But for you, mi amore, I’m willing to give it another try.”
As they leave the cafe Pedro takes Oscar’s hand, fingers intertwining. They’ve been so careful not to show public displays of affection, for fear of the paparazzi seeing, but Pedro is feeling very bold tonight.
Looking at Pedro with a surprised expression Oscar asks “Are you sure?”
“Nunca he estado más seguro de nada en mi vida, mi luna y estrellas,” Pedro whispers into Oscar’s ear. (“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, my moon and stars.”)
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Act II: The Drive and the Storm That Followed
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The drive back to Pedro’s place isn’t long, but it is long enough for them to start a discussion about this new dimension of their shared journey. Oscar goes into great detail about the toxic relationship he’d been in. It was his first time being with another man, and his first experience with BDSM. Oscar explains how his naivety, and eagerness to please, was ultimately the reason the relationship failed.
“That’s why I was so upset with myself in those first few days we were together. I felt like I was being just as manipulative and uncaring as he was. I’d always told myself that, if I ever got into another serious relationship again, I’d be better than that. Yet, there I was, doing the exact same shit to you that he did to me,” Oscar says, his voice rising in his frustration.
“But Oscar, you didn’t manipulate me! Everything we did those first few nights…” Pedro sighs contentedly. “I was a very willing, and eager, participant! And you were so gentle and patient with me. Allowing me to come into this in my own time, under my own terms. Baby, don’t ever compare yourself to him. You are the most amazing, beautiful, caring person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And I’m so thankful to be able to share this journey with you.”
While Oscar explained to Pedro that it was a very traumatic time in his life, he assured him that it also helped him understand what not to do going forward, even if he almost messed it all up right from the start. The more in-depth the discussion became, the more Pedro realized just how lucky he was, having someone as caring and generous as Oscar to help him navigate this new path.
As Pedro parks the car, the sun sets behind the horizon, allowing the city lights to take center stage. He grins as he unlocks and opens the door, gesturing Oscar inside. It feels just like that night, oh so many eons ago, when they stumbled into this same room at one in the morning. The air crackles with the same electricity, the same feeling of anticipation. The only real difference is that this time, they are only drunk on love.
Standing in almost the exact same spot as where it all began, Oscar gazes out into the city below before finally opening the sliding glass door and stepping outside. The night is filled with the chorus of hundreds of crickets, and the air is sweetened by the delicate scent of golden currant. Pedro joins Oscar on the balcony, encircling him in a warm embrace and tenderly bestowing kisses upon the nape of Oscar’s neck.
“God, I still can’t get over how amazing this view is babe. How are you not sitting on the balcony every night watching the city move?”
“On the nights I’m actually home I do sit out here for several hours. But my schedule has been so hectic, and it’s going to get even more so soon. But on the nights I can’t sleep, I’ll lie in bed and stare out into the night. Doesn’t happen so much anymore, because these past six months I’ve been sleeping very well,” Pedro says softly, resting his chin on Oscar’s shoulder. Their eyes reflect the sparkling lights of a city that never seems to sleep.
“I hope I’m at least partly responsible for you finally being able to get a good nights sleep.”
Kissing Oscar gently on the cheek, Pedro breathes softly in his ear, “You absolutely are, mi luna.”
Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and gently kisses the back of it several times before turning to face him. Caressing his face, Oscar pulls Pedro into a soft kiss that quickly turns fevered. Pedro strengthens his grip on Oscar’s hips, urging him closer. Obeying his unspoken command, Oscar steps into him, walking them backwards, until Pedro is flush against the glass wall and Oscar’s body.
With a firm and commanding grip, Oscar seizes Pedro’s wrists, elevating them above his head. The action radiates a sense of dominance and control. Oscar’s fingers intertwine around Pedro’s wrists, restraining any movement below. Oscar keeps his hands suspended in the air, rendering Pedro vulnerable and powerless. Oscar knows Pedro wants to take control, and he will absolutely let him. But not tonight, not yet.
Continuing to hold their hands high above Pedro’s head, Oscar bites Pedro’s neck and pants into his ear, “Fuck baby, I need you so badly, need to be inside you.”
The atmosphere crackles with tension as static electricity builds. Suddenly, jagged streaks of lightning slash across the heavens, illuminating the landscape in brilliant, fleeting bursts. Thunder follows, a deafening roar that shakes the very foundations beneath their feet. Torrential rain suddenly pours down in unrelenting sheets, reducing the city to a mere blur of distorted shapes. The wind howls and screams. Like the storms sudden appearance and building intensity, Oscar can feel the passion, desire and longing igniting deep within. Their passionate kiss ends, leaving them both breathless, gasping for air. They scramble inside, closing the door behind them.
“Holy shit! Where did that st—,” Pedro begins, but is cut short when Oscar’s lips crash into his, somehow more fervent than before.
Gripping Pedro’s face in his hands once more, his touch neither delicate nor painful, Oscar kisses Pedro hard as he blindly navigates them to the bedroom. They’re both soaking wet from the sudden rain, their clothes clinging to them like a second skin. Once in the bedroom, Oscar begins to remove Pedro’s clothes, and then his own, with a palpable, frantic urgency. Sensing the desperation in Oscar’s movements Pedro yields to the whirlwind he’s found himself in. His lover has always been passionate, but this was beyond passion. This was primal, carnal. Pedro allows himself to be swept up into the storm as it reaches a feverish pitch.
Kissing him once more on the lips, Oscar grunts loudly, spins Pedro around and bites his neck again. Placing a hand between Pedro’s shoulder blades Oscar bends Pedro over the bed and grabs the lube from the nightstand. Moving with precision and speed, Oscar has them both sufficiently lubed and is ready to push forward when he hears Pedro whimper softly. He’s unsure if the sound is eager anticipation or if Pedro’s bracing himself for unwelcome pain.
“Breathe baby, breathe,” Oscar purrs as he positions himself against Pedro and gently penetrates. “I give you my word that I won’t exceed your pain threshold… unless you want me to.”
Pedro pants heavily as Oscar moves achingly slowly within him. The feeling of chaos still hangs heavy in the air, and Pedro doesn’t want it to dissipate because Oscar is afraid of going too hard.
Gripping the comforter, Pedro moans desperately, “Faster, Daddy! Ride me hard, and don’t you fucking dare slow down until you hear me screaming ‘nova’!“
Oscar grips Pedro’s hips, increasing his tempo, his thrusts almost in sync with the brilliant lightning that continues to illuminate the sky. Thunder crashes with every breath as rain continues to thrash the glass walls overlooking the city. Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro’s shoulder before licking a line to his neck, which he kisses and licks until he leaves a bruise. One hand firmly gripping Pedro’s hip, Oscar raises his other to Pedro’s neck, covering the fresh bluish purple spot. His fingers flex and release around Pedro’s throat.
“Fuck,” Oscar gasps as he continues to ram into Pedro. “I need you to check in, baby. Talk to me.”
Panting raggedly, Pedro responds, “Moonlight, moonlight! Don’t stop Daddy, please!”
Oscar’s hand still around Pedro’s throat, he turns Pedro’s head to the right, kissing him hungrily. Releasing his grip, Oscar slides his hand across Pedro’s shoulder and around to his chest. He applies firm pressure there, signaling Pedro to lean back, enabling them both to stand upright. His hand remains still for several moments, sensing the rhythm of Pedro’s racing heart mirroring his own. Moving slowly, Oscar's hand travels at a languid pace across Pedro's abdomen, the muscles rippling beneath his touch. His fingers continue to roam, spreading gently as they pass over Pedro’s naval, before finally wrapping themselves around his cock. Pedro covers Oscar’s hand with his own, and they move in unison up and down Pedro’s shaft.
As the storm reaches its crescendo Pedro and Oscar reach their climax. Oscar gently kisses Pedro’s neck and shoulder, murmuring terms of endearment softly against his glistening skin. Legs weak, Pedro pulls two pillows and the comforter from the bed, which they spread out on the floor. Oscar lies down on his back, and pats the spot beside him. Pedro lays down, snuggling in closely, and rests his head against Oscar’s chest. He listens to the strong beat of Oscar’s heart as it begins to slow to a steady rhythm. Oscar runs his fingers through Pedro’s wet hair, twirling little curls around them. As the rain begins to ease they fall asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.
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Act III: The Dawn
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Delicate rays of sunlight filter through a heavy fog, gently illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Oscar and Pedro nestle beneath a cozy comforter on the floor beside an unoccupied bed. Metallic surfaces catch a glint of sunlight, causing Oscar to blink rapidly as he attempts to adapt to the shifting play of shadows. Pedro lies on his back, sound asleep and snoring softly. Oscar props himself up on his left elbow and stares at his sleeping Pedrito. He lets out a profound sigh, experiencing a sense of contentment he hasn't felt in ages. Oscar gently lays his right hand upon his lover's chest, finding solace in the reassuring, unhurried rhythm of Pedro’s heartbeat.
His fingers trace delicate lines over bare chest and stomach, drawing nonsensical letters and messages in an unspoken language. Pedro shifts in his sleep, a grin stretching his lips, yet remains undisturbed in slumber. Distant thunder rumbles as rain begins to fall. Oscar gazes at Pedro with a crooked half grin of his own while he continues to draw. With careful and deliberate intent, his fingers trace a slow path down Pedro's torso before vanishing from sight. A salacious grin curves his lips as his wandering fingers are met with taut, unyielding flesh that twitches under his caress. Running his middle finger gently up and down his length Oscar inclines closer, tracing languid circles with his tongue around Pedro's aroused nipple before enveloping it with his lips.
A gentle moan escaping Pedro’s lips, he adjusts his body slightly, but still does not wake. Oscar wraps his fingers fully around Pedro’s hard cock and begins to stroke him slowly. As Oscar ascends, his tongue charts a course towards the underside of Pedro’s chin, delicately grazing his nose against the tender skin, gently nudging upwards. Turning his focus to Pedro's exquisite neck, Oscar plants kisses and applies gentle suction until a fresh, darker bruise emerges, nearly mirroring the one he left the night before.
Pedro purrs quietly, turning his face slightly left, unconsciously allowing Oscar better access. Oscar places gentle kisses on heart shaped patches of exposed jawline before moving back down the column of his neck. Before he moves on, Oscar leaves a third love bite on Pedro’s exposed neck. Placing individual kisses, at equal intervals, his path continues down Pedro’s rising and falling chest and along the centerline of his stomach, until he reaches the edge of the comforter, which rises and falls in time with Pedro’s breathing.
Oscar shifts his weight, moving from his elbow to his hand, before pausing briefly to pull the comforter back. He licks his lips hungrily, staring at his lover on full display. He stares for a moment, captivated, before moving back slightly to sit on his knees. Ones he’s comfortable he takes Pedro’s cock into his hand and gently kisses the tip before running his tongue along its length, from base to tip. Moaning in anticipation, Oscar takes him fully into his mouth. He proceeds deliberately, relishing each moment with an unhurried rhythm. Balancing with his left hand, Oscar delicately cradles Pedro's balls, rhythmically flexing and easing his fingers while his tongue maintains its caressing strokes along the shaft.
Pedro's passionate groan fills the air as he weaves his fingers into Oscar's hair, giving a soft, controlled tug. Encouraged by the sounds he’s eliciting, Oscar increases his pace slightly, taking him deeper with each descent. Pedro is half awake, but remains still, not wanting to accidentally startle Oscar into stopping. Feeling that marvelous tension starting to hum in his core, radiating through him like volts of electricity, Pedro begins to roll his hips in time with Oscar’s movements. Wide awake now, Pedro moans loudly as his cock twitches inside Oscar’s mouth, his orgasm rocking him so fiercely his entire body vibrates.
“Well, good morning to you too, beautiful. Wish you’d wake me up like this every morning,” he says with a satisfied smile.
‘That can definitely be arranged, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, wiping his chin clean.
Propping himself up, Pedro takes Oscar’s fingers, glistening with his own cum, into his mouth, licking them clean. Oscar grips Pedro’s chin gently with those same fingers and kisses him deeply.
“What time is it?”
“Just after 7:30.”
“That’s so early, mi Luna. Can we go back to sleep for a little while longer?”
Lying back down, Oscar envelops Pedro in a gentle embrace as Pedro snuggles up against Oscar’s chest, his favorite spot. They’re both asleep in minutres.
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Act IV: The Assignment
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When they awake a few hours later the sun has disappeared behind a blanket of dull, gray April clouds. The heaviness of the air promises more rain. Pedro sits on an outdoor sofa with a cup of coffee. Oscar lays beside him, his head resting on Pedro’s lap. Oscar strums an unrecognizable, but hauntingly beautiful tune on his new guitar. A gift from Pedro to celebrate Oscar’s 40th birthday, they had spotted it in the window of a vintage music store in Manhattan. A 1931 Gibson L-1 Custom with gold flowers and vines, Oscar had fallen in love with it instantly, practically dragging Pedro across the busy street to look at it. They had almost been hit by no less than three cars and were cursed at in just as many languages, but they made it across in one piece.
Oscar had protested when Pedro told the shop owner to pack it up, but Pedro had insisted, telling him he could always pay him back in moonlight serenades. And Oscar had done just that. After attending the opening night of a new off-broadway production they had returned to Oscar’s place, an old apartment building he’d completely renovated himself. On the rooftop Oscar played several songs for Pedro, some that were widely known, some he made up on the spot. The waning crescent moon and a sea of stars shone upon them as they made love on the rooftop for what seemed like an eternity, before falling asleep under the stars.
It wasn’t until the following morning that Pedro first floated the idea of experimenting with their dominant and submissive roles. Pedro explained that when he was with a woman his dominance was always assumed. While he did enjoy that assumption of power he found it wasn’t as satisfying as what he shared with Oscar. With Oscar it was the thrill of the give and take, and he found that being ‘allowed’ felt more liberating than knowing he ‘could’ just because he wanted to.
When Oscar had asked Pedro what he imagined doing in a dominant role, however, Pedro had come up short. In his other relationships he was more or less there to meet his own needs for physical contact. A quick release was just a bonus. The reciprocity with Oscar was something he hadn’t realized he needed as much as he did, so he wanted to do it right, less he disrupt their delicate balance. So they spent the rest of the morning, and early afternoon, talking about what they wanted from each other and how they wanted to achieve those desires. Even then Oscar was hesitant about giving over control, but did his best to hide it. Pedro was finally growing more confident in his role and Oscar didn’t want to discourage him by telling him the loss of control scared him.
“Let’s take this one step at a time, baby steps. The first thing you need to do is to ask yourself if you want to take control. Once you’re sure that’s what you want, we can figure out the semantics. There’s nothing wrong with wanting that control, but the thing about control is you have to be willing, and able, to take it, but also be careful to wield it properly. Dominance and submission are like a symphony. They require trust, harmony, and a shared rhythm between partners. Each note, a gesture of power or surrender, creates a beautiful composition of intimacy and connection.”
Oscar pauses, searching for the words to best convey his feelings. They’re back on the rooftop and Oscar is strumming an idle tune as he speaks. Pedro sits across from him, a dreamy look in his eyes. When Oscar starts speaking again Pedro blinks rapidly, drawing his attention back to Oscar’s soothing voice.
“Communication becomes the conductor, guiding our movements and tempo. As the conductor, you listen, interpret, and respond to the cues, ensuring that we’re both attuned to each other's desires, but also each other’s limits and boundaries. As the music swells, so does the intensity of the connection. It's a dance of vulnerability and strength, where each of us finds our unique role and power within the dynamic, creating this masterpiece of intimacy that resonates long after the final note fades into the night.”
“Wow, that was beautiful. Expressing it that way makes it a lot easier to understand.”
“I wish I could say it was all me, but I read it somewhere a while back, and it just kinda stuck with me. The beauty of it all is how it ebbs and flows, ever changing and evolving. Sometimes it’s hard to remember, outside of this, that submission can be just as liberating as control is empowering.”
“I definitely think it’s something I’d like to try, if that’s ok?” Pedro asks meekly.
“Mi Pedrito, you have such baby girl energy. We’re gonna need to work on being more assertive. I’m gonna give you a homework assignment of sorts. For the rest of the time we’re in the city, I want you to assume that anything you want to do to me, with me, or have me do to, or with you, is allowed. If it’s not, I’ll tap out with a safe word.”
“Anything? Are you sure?” he asks in an uncertain tone.
“Anything darling. I might just surprise you with what I’ll let you do to me,” Oscar purrs.
For the remaining two weeks they spent in Brooklyn, Pedro started a slow, but steady, movement from asking, to telling, Oscar what he wanted. It started small, such as telling Oscar to make him breakfast, gradually progressing to telling Oscar what he wanted him to do to him during their scenes. These things included, but were not limited to, be restrained with soft ribbons and some light choking. By time they were ready to go back to LA the week before Pedro’s 44th birthday, Pedro was telling Oscar to blindfold him and have his way with him. A week after returning to LA Pedro told Oscar he wanted to use toys with him and be in charge of the remote control. Oscar eagerly agreed to all of these things when Pedro commanded them.
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Act V: The Reversal
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A gentle rain begins to fall as Oscar softly sings an acoustic version of ‘(I Can’t Help) Falling In Love With You’. Pedro continues to sip his coffee, running his fingers lazily through Oscar’s hair. When the song is over Oscar continues to strum idly, turning his head slightly to look up at Pedro.
“Happy birthday, mi tigre. What did you want to do today? I know we’re going out Saturday with your family and Sarah, but what about today?”
Pedro considers this for a few moments before a wicked grin curls his lips. “I want you to do a strip tease for me, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you. And later, you’re gonna make love to me under the stars.”
Oscar rests his guitar carefully against the sofa. Propping himself up on one elbow he reaches for Pedro’s neck with his free hand, pulling him down for a tender kiss.
“Qué rico, mi Pedrito travieso (How delicious, my naughty Pedrito),” Oscar purrs softly, licking Pedro’s bottom lip before resting his head on Pedro’s lap once more.
They continue to sit outside in the gentle rain for another hour, enjoying the quietness of the day. The gentle rain eventually becomes hard and steady, resulting in a significant drop in temperature. When Oscar feels Pedro shudder beneath him, he quickly and carefully packs his guitar away, taking it, along with Pedro’s empty coffee cup, inside. When he comes back out he pulls Pedro to his feet, gripping his hips to pull him close. Burying his face into the crook of Pedro’s neck, he kisses a slow path to Pedro’s ear.
“Are you ready, mi tigre?” he whispers softly before gently biting Pedro’s earlobe.
He feels Pedro shudder against him and that deliciously familiar twitch against his lower abdomen as Pedro’s cock responds to his touch. Oscar kisses Pedro’s jaw line, pulling him tighter against his own growing erection. Standing practically nose to nose Oscar traces Pedro’s lower lip with his thumb before cupping his chin and sinking into a hungry, heated kiss. Moaning against his lips, Oscar grips the front of Pedro’s shirt and guides him inside. The steady drumming of rain through the open door sets a backdrop as he motions Pedro to sit in a chair he has turned to face the balcony.
Pedro grins impishly as Oscar takes out his phone and queues up a song. When the synthesized intro of ‘Pony’ begins Oscar starts to roll his hips in languid circles, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrist. As his hips move his entire body falls into sync. He runs his fingers through his loose curls, down his face, neck and chest. Stepping in front of Pedro’s knees, Oscar grips his legs firmly and spreads them apart. Crouching between them, he runs his fingers up and down the length of Pedro’s thighs before cupping Pedro’s straining bulge through his pants. Leaning in, Oscar kisses Pedro’s neck, nipping the bruises he left the night before. Gliding his fingers over his lovers torso, he takes Pedro’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, panting heavily into Pedro’s mouth, before rising and taking a small step back.
Still feeling the music, Oscar undoes his belt with one hand, removing it in one quick, smooth motion. The leather snaps loudly as it coils upon itself before falling to the floor. Pedro bites his bottom lip and grips the arms of the chair, fingers flexing over the velvety surface. As Oscar untucks his shirt Pedro reaches for the waistband of Oscar’s pants. Oscar slaps his hand away playfully, shaking his head and wagging his finger.
“No, mi Pedrito! This is a tease, remember?’ Oscar laughs.
“I can’t help myself, baby. I want to touch you so badly. My body aches for the feel of your skin against mine.”
A Cheshire Cat grin slowly curves Oscar’s lips as he teasingly lifts his shirt, inch by inch, exposing his stomach, before removing it fully and tossing it onto his discarded belt. Stepping into the space between Pedro’s still spread legs, Oscar takes Pedro’s hands, placing them on his pecks. He guides them down his torso, stopping at the waistline. Hands still covered, Pedro slowly undoes the button and zipper, pulling Oscar’s pants over his hips. They fall to the floor as Pedro grips Oscar’s hips, pulling him close. Oscar steps out of his pants and hastily kicks them to the side as Pedro licks and kisses his stomach, starting to tug at the waistband of Oscar’s boxer briefs.
Stepping back just far enough to be out of Pedro’s reach, Oscar hooks his thumb into his waistband and teasingly pulls his boxers down just enough to expose the base of his cock. His other hand snakes inside, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. His hand glides over his now erect cock as he pulls it out of his boxers. Taking Pedro’s hand, he places it over his throbbing member, pressing it hard against his erection.
“Baby, you make me so fucking hard,” Oscar whispers as he slowly pulls his boxers down, kicking them onto the pile of discarded clothes as Pedro starts to stroke him languidly.
Oscar straddles Pedro in the chair, kissing him with an unspoken, urgent need. He grinds his hips into Pedro as he works to remove Pedro’s shirt, breaking their kiss just long enough to pull it over Pedro’s head. Their lips reconnect instantly as Oscar’s fingers weave into Pedro’s soft, unruly hair, gripping it tightly. Pedro squeezes Oscar’s ass with one hand, while continuing to stroke his hard cock with the other. Oscar swiftly unbuttons and unzips Pedro’s pants, but when he goes to pull them down, he realizes he’ll have to stand up to remove them. Gripping the back of the chair firmly, Oscar pulls himself to a standing position, feet planted on the edges of the chair, allowing Pedro to shimmy off his remaining clothes.
As soon as Pedro’s hands are free again he possessively grips Oscar’s cock and licks the length from base to tip before swirling his tongue around the head and taking him fully. Oscar’s hips roll in small circles, the heat and texture of Pedro’s tongue eliciting deep moans.
“Fuck baby,” Oscar pants. “Oh yeah, just like that. I love it when you do that with that filthy little tongue of yours.” Gripping the back of the chair with one hand, Oscar buries his fingers in Pedro’s hair, gently guiding Pedro’s head. “I see you’re using the technique I taught you. You’ve gotten very good at it, baby,” Oscar moans softly.
Pedro continues to go down on Oscar, hollowing his cheeks to take him deeper. Still gripping the back of the chair for support, Oscar tightly grips Pedro’s throat, feeling his girth fill and expand it beneath his hand. After several minutes Oscar leans back slightly, loosening his grip on Pedro’s throat and looks down at him, cupping his face in his hands.
“Damn baby, you’re fucking incredible. Give me a second to catch my breath, otherwise I’m gonna paint that beautiful throat of yours before you’ve had a chance to play.”
Oscar sits on Pedro’s lap and begins to stroke his cock slowly. Pedro mewls under Oscar’s touch. Grabbing the lube from the small table beside them, Oscar applies liberal amounts to Pedro’s cock as Pedro applies in kind to Oscar’s entrance.
“Baby, can I change my mind?” Oscar asks playfully.
“No,” Pedro responds in a low tone with a devilish grin. “Are you ready for me, gatito?”
Oscar nods, a half smile curling his lips. Resting his hand on Pedro’s side, Oscar caresses Pedro’s cheek.
“Slide down a little bit baby,” he whispers gently into Pedro’s ear.
Gripping Pedro’s shoulders for support he lifts himself up so Pedro can slide down in the seat.
“Slide down a little more baby, and lay back. Yeah, just like that.” Oscar says in a soft, encouraging tone.
A look of nervousness overcomes Pedro as he grips his own cock and prepares to penetrate Oscar for the first time.
“Relax baby, it’s ok. Just take it nice and slow. I’ll help guide you.” Pedro looks at him with concern and uncertainty. “You won’t hurt me, mi tigre, I promise. If something doesn’t feel right let me know and we’ll make adjustments.” Oscar soothes, placing a reassuring hand on Pedro’s chest, right above his rapidly beating heart.
Placing his hand over Pedro’s they move slowly, allowing Pedro time to steady his nerves. Oscar accepts him with little resistance, a shuddering moan escaping him as Pedro goes deeper. They sit in silence for several seconds as Pedro’s breath gradually returns to a calm, steady rhythm.
Resting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders, Oscar leans into him, kissing him softly on the lips. He starts to roll his hips slowly, allowing Pedro to become acclimated before he gradually increases his tempo. Pedro quickly matches Oscar’s pace, lifting his hips to penetrate deeper.
“Fuck, mi tigre, you feel so god damn good inside me. Stroke my cock while you fuck me, baby. I wanna feel you inside and out. I want you to consume me entirely.”
Oscar moans loudly as Pedro fills him and strokes him simultaneously. Oscar’s moans and heavy breathing help Pedro find his groove. He begins to thrust with more force, his hips slapping against Oscar’s ass.
“Daddy, can I—,” Pedro begins, but is immediately cut off by Oscar placing a finger over Pedro’s lips.
“Don’t ask, baby…,” Oscar pants heavily. He gasps when Pedro’s free hand finds his throat a few seconds later. “Harder, baby. Like you fucking mean it!”
Pedro’s grip tightens around Oscar’s throat, causing Oscar’s breath to come in hollow, gasping shudders. Pedro moans loudly, the sounds from Oscar driving his courage. Pedro’s hips keep slamming against Oscar’s ass as he ruts himself harder and deeper into Oscar, hitting his sweet spot over and over.
Breath hitching in his chest, Oscar pants eagerly, “Fuck! Right there, baby, right there!”
Slowing down, Pedro presses his hand firmly against Oscar’s chest, indicating him to lean back slightly. Pedro leans down and kisses the tip of Oscar’s cock, which is already moist with pre-cum, swirling his tongue along the slit. He licks his lips, allowing Oscar’s essence to create a slick sheen on them.
The sight and sensation causes Oscar to jerk forward, involuntarily chasing Pedro’s lips. A feral groan escapes as Pedro finally wraps his lips around Oscar’s hard, aching cock. As his concentration shifts Pedro’s speed falters. Oscar picks up the slack, controlling both the depth and speed of penetration.
“I’m getting close, mi tigre. Where do you want it?” Oscar asks softly.
Pedro stops just long enough to answer, “In my mouth. Let me taste you, gatito.”
Gripping Pedro’s throat tightly Oscar releases his load, feeling his orgasm pour down Pedro’s throat, a quivering sensation rippling below his grip. Pedro gasps as he tries to catch his breath.
As Oscar continues to rock his hips, taking Pedro as deep as he can, his breath comes in ragged gasps as he rides Pedro hard. He leans in closely, hands traveling up Pedro’s sweat slicked torso, and bites Pedro’s shoulder hard enough to elicit a gasp.
Pedro shudders as he tries to hold off his release. Oscar gazes at him intensely, instantly knowing that he’s trained his Pedrito very well. Even taking on a dominant role, Pedro still seeks Oscar’s approval before he can find his release.
In a soft whisper, Oscar breathes against Pedro’s ear, “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me, cum inside me.”
Pedro arches his back as he cums deep inside Oscar, moaning with relief as his orgasm pulses through him in waves. Oscar sighs heavily as Pedro fills him. Cupping his chin, Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro tenderly, running his fingers through Pedro’s damp hair. As if a switch was flipped, Pedro almost immediately falls back into a submissive state.
“Was that ok, Daddy?” Pedro asks quietly, looking down into the space between them shyly.
“You did beautifully, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose. “I enjoyed it very much. I hope you enjoyed it too?”
“Yes, Daddy, I enjoyed it very much. I would love to do it again. Soon.”
“Of course, mi Pedrito. Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor (you know I would do anything for you, my love). Let’s take a quick shower, then we can snuggle a little. And you can tell me where you want to go once it’s dark. Is there anywhere you know of that has privacy and good star visibility?”
“Hmm, there’s an observatory at Mt. Wilson. I think that would be perfect. There are some trails nearby. We could take a blanket, maybe some wine?”
“That sounds perfect, darling.”
After they shower they fall asleep while snuggled up to each other in bed, satisfied and pleasantly tired. A few hours later they dress, go to Pedro’s favorite restaurant, then head out to Mt. Wilson, where they gaze at the stars through the observatory telescopes while waiting for the park to officially close. Once they’re sure they’re relatively alone they lay out a blanket and sip wine while gazing at the night sky. They make love under the stars, just like they did during the nights they’d spent in Brooklyn.
Pairing: Frankie x fem reader.
Summary:
Series warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. This is for mature audience only. By continuing reading you hereby agree that you are ver 18.fiction, smut [no that much in this chapter but in the comming ones], alcohol comsumption, sexual tension, explitit smut, secret relationship.
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You woke up to his hands roaming your body. His hard cock pressed up against your lower back. Leaning back into his embrace as he entered you slowly.
He pushed you open to him as he drove his cock deep inside you. You woke up fully when clenching down on him. He groaned in your ear before he bit down gently on your neck. In the same spot, he bit you last night when he took you hard and fast. Now his movements were slow but deep. Your walls clenched down on him.
One of his hands found your breast as he continued to rock into you over and over again, hitting just that spot deep inside with each thrust. He played with your nipple until it hardened into a peak. His other hand reached down between your legs and in between your slick lips. Slowly circling, pressing just at the right angle. Keeping up with his slow thrusts as they grew harder, the pressure he applied to your clit increased.
Faltering every now and then when your walls hugged his cock inside you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, and pressed down, sending you into your release. And just as you came, your walls pulled him deeper into you. He let go as he nibbled on your earlobe and moaned out your name as he filled you up.
You both lay there for a moment, not moving, with him still deep inside of you, attempting to catch your breath.
"Well, isn't that just the best way to start the day?" You grinned, and your body still hummed with the pleasure of your release while goosebumps began to spread across your skin.
"The best, and I intend to do this every day," he whispered as he rained kisses all over your neck. Soothing the area where another mark was currently forming close to the other from last night.
“I think I would like that very much,” you said before you tilted your head and captured his lips in a kiss so deep and hungry that his cock, still buried inside you, jerked and hardened once again.
“Are you ready for round two?” He asked before pulling out and flipping you onto your back before he repositioned himself back between your legs, sank into your welcoming heat once again, and fucked into you hard and deep while he kissed every inch of you he could reach.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. ⚠️⚠️⚠️
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2
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After last time, when he had snuck into your apartment and woken you up by going down on you before fucking you senseless, you thought maybe you’d see him soon again. But you hadn’t seen or heard from Dave in days, which had you in a funk. Not that you had any way of contacting him. Though you suspected he might have your phone number, he had his way with things. And he was unlike any other man you had ever been with.
But today was your birthday, and you had invited some friends over for dinner and drinks. Everyone had already arrived, the music was pumping, and the food was all prepped and laid out. Although you quickly realized you didn’t have enough chairs for everyone if they wanted to sit down.
“Eat and drink; I’m just going to pop down to the basement to get some more chairs real quick. I’ll be back in a second,” you said before taking a sip of your drink and walking out of your apartment, skipping down the stairs to the basement, where your storage room was.
You opened the door to your storage but had difficulty finding the light switch. You let your hand slide over the wall in the dark until you found it, and that’s when you saw him.
Dave was there, in your storage room.
“What the heck are you doing here?” You were confused. But before he answered or you could say anything else, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the tiny room, locking the door behind you.
“I wanted to wish you a happy fucking birthday. Now, why don’t you let me give you your present?" He said it with a dark gleam in his eyes, and a devilish smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in and kissed you hard. He hadn’t kissed you before. His lips crashed against yours with such need and urgency. Slanting across yours, molding his lips against yours. His tongue licked along your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you granted it immediately. Parting your lips to let him in.
His hands roamed all over your body, gripping you tightly and pushing you harder against him. You could feel his growing erection through your thin dress as his lips continued their assault on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you, and mapping your mouth.
Gripping one of your legs, he hoisted it up and around his waist. The other hand moved in between you and slid your panties to the side before he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching in, he pulled out his now fully hard cock and dragged it through your already wet lips before he plunged inside in one hard thrust. You had been thinking about him all day, wondering when you would get to see him again. And each time you thought about him, your pussy ached. Ached to be stretched and filled up by his perfect cock. Ached and wet for him just thinking about him. And now he was here, giving you what you wanted. What you needed
“Fuck,” he groaned as he leaned his head against your shoulder and took a moment to steady himself. “Fucking your tight pussy is all I’ve been able to think about all fucking day.” He said, between thrusts as he began to move in and out of your slick pussy.
“But how did you know it was my birthday?” You asked, your words poured out of you as he began pumping into you.
“I know everything about you…your every move…who you talk to," he punched out as he thrust harder into you.
You should be scared; you really should. But for the life of you, you weren’t. Quite the opposite, the fact that he was checking up on you—well, let’s call it what it is, spying on you. It turned you on more than you cared to admit, even to yourself.
A knock at the door startled you, and you froze. He put a hand over your mouth to stop the moans from escaping as he continued to thrust into you, never once faltering in his pace.
“Hey birthday girl, do you need help? Is everything okay?"Carrie, a friend from work, asked through the door. The door handle rattled as she tried to open the locked door. But Dave had locked it, so it didn’t budge.
He leaned in really close and whispered,
“I am going to keep on fucking you even harder, and I need you to tell her you’re okay. We don’t want your friends worrying over you having a dangerous criminal filling this delicious, tight pussy of yours, do we?”
It wasn’t a question, though; despite your limited time spent with this man, you knew from the tone in his voice that he wasn’t expecting you to answer him. The light in the ceiling flickered before it went out, and darkness fell upon you both. He reached behind him and turned on the light on his flashlight.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just moving things around to get to the chairs, I’ll be up in a moment,” you called out, trying to sound as normal as you could while Dave kept thrusting into you, hard and deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside with ease each time that had your legs trembling and your release building deep with each thrust.
“Okay,see you back up there in a bit then,” she said, and you both listened as you heard her move away from the door and walk back upstairs, the door slamming shut behind her, telling you you were again alone down there.
“Fuck, Dave, you feel so good,” you mewled when he dropped his hand from your mouth, and a deep moan followed.
“Do not make a sound, or I won’t let you cum,” he warned.
Despite the only light in the tiny space being what was emanating from his flashlight, the darkness in his eyes almost made you forget how to think, never mind breathe.
He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and forcing you to bite down on your lip, so keep from making any sounds. The only noise in the small space was skin slapping against skin and the low groans coming from him as he kept ramming his cock into you.
“This pussy is mine. And you, you are mine,” he said through clenched teeth.
He bottomed out, his hips slammed against yours, and you moaned. Your heart beat a little faster when you heard him say those words, but you didn't know how to respond. He plunged into you at a frantic pace. Diving into you hard and deep with each thrust. With the intensity of it all, you squeezed your eyes shut as the final thread snapped and sent you over the edge. Your orgasm raced through you. Stars burst behind your eyes, and a whimper left your lips. His hips stuttered and his moves got sloppy. He was pressing deep into you and muttering your name as your pussy clenched down hard around him.
Your orgasm ripped through you with such force that you threw your head back and inadvertently smacked your head against the shelves behind you. You winced slightly but pushed the pain aside when he gripped your chin with one hand to angle your face up to his, and he kissed you long and hard. His other hand found its way between your bodies and down to your clit, pressing against it with skilled moves and pulling another orgasm from you before the first one had even subsided completely. He withdrew his hand from your pussy and lifted it up to his mouth, and sucked them clean. A sly smirk played on his lips as he locked eyes with you.
“You taste fucking deliciosus,” he said before his hand came down to grab your ass as he continued to ram you hard. The one hand not holding onto your ass roamed and gripped at anything and everything. His fingers curled into your dress, pulling you closer to him. He made you feel like you were someone to be worshiped. But you knew what this was. This was just him coming over to stake his claim and take what he wanted. He would not come with you back up to the party. You doubted you would ever get to introduce him to your friends. Your friends, who had begun to ask questions about the increasing marks and bruises he would leave all over your body. Some you could easily hide, and some, no matter how hard you tried, no makeup in the world could hide. Only a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater could. But that in itself would raise suspicion since it was summer and only a weirdo would wear that when it was 98 degrees on a good day and 107 on a bad day the last few weeks.
Your pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock again, and with a final thrust, he too let go. He bit down on your shoulder, yet leaving another mark on you as he filled you up with his cum. Only then did you realize he hadn’t put on a condom this time. You looked down to where you were joined and then looked up at him. You were not sure what to say, but you had to say something. He had not yet noticed, as far as you could tell.
“Did you just..." you asked, panting heavily. You tried to steady your breathing and your racing thoughts as you looked at him before looking back down between the two of you.
“Fuck,” he repeated as he stilled, still balls deep inside you. “Shit! I didn’t mean to do that. Are you on the pill or something?” He asked and pulled out of you quickly. It's too late for that. You thought sarcastically, but you collected your thoughts before you answered him.
"Yes, I’m on the pill; we’re good. It’s fine,” you said, trying to smooth over the situation and not make him panic or hightail it out of there. He pulled out of you with a soft groan.
“Either way, I shouldn’t have done that; fuck, that was reckless of me, but I can’t seem to think clearly when it comes to you. You have bewitched me, body and soul. I crave to be near you all the goddamn time.” He looked at you for a long moment, then down to your legs, where his cum had begun to trickle down your thighs.
Reaching down, he dragged his fingers through it and raised his hand up to your mouth, motioning for you to open it. Your chest heaved with labored breaths, but you did as he asked. Always so willing to please him and to do anything he asked. He was a thief—a thief that had already stolen your heart—and you were his willing victim.
“But I can’t say I don’t like the sight of me dripping out of that sweet pussy of yours, my pussy,” he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. He placed his fingers on your tongue. Wrapping your tongue around his thick digits, you licked and sucked them clean. The saltiness of him, mixed with your own juices on your tongue, sent a surge through your body. And you wanted to taste him directly from the source.
“I like it too; now I will have to get back to my party with your cum soaking my panties for the rest of the night. Maybe next time, though, I can have this big cock of yours in my mouth?” You asked gently before you readjusted your panties back over your swollen lips, not letting another drop of cum leak out of you down your thighs.
“That can definitely be arranged if you are a good girl. Now, how about you show me what a good girl you are and get back to your party before another friend of yours comes looking for you.” He cleaned himself up with a towel he found on one of the shelves before he pulled his pants back up and ushered you out of the storage with the chairs you had come down to get in the first place before he sidetracked you into having sex in your storage room. That definitely was a first for you, not that you had any remarks about it, except perhaps that it ended too soon, but you wouldn’t tell him that. He had gone out of his way to get to you on your birthday, to, in his own words “give you a present”. It sure was the best present you had received in a long time.
“Dave?” You asked as you looked back at him.
“Yes?” He questioned, stopping his movements towards the backdoor.
“How do I get in contact with you? I mean, like, can I call you or such some day?” You looked down at your feet before looking back up at him. Not sure if it was even okay to ask this. He apparently knew everything about you, but you knew next to nothing about him. He walked back over to where you were standing, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
“How about I text you later?” He asked before kissing you once more, then turning. You watched as he walked out the back door before you walked back up again to rejoin your friends. The rest of the night, your mind kept replaying the events in the basement; he had called you his. What did he mean by that? Each time you shifted in your chair, you felt the wetness in your panties, a reminder that it had not been a dream and that he had in fact fucked you senseless just hours ago before again slipping away into the night. And left you behind, waiting and wondering when and if he’d come back or if he would text as he had said he would. Not that you had given him your number. But he had his ways; you were sure he already had it.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
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I position myself on my knees in front of him. Unbutton and unzip his jeans, and pull out his cock. I pump him languidly a few times until he stiffens under my hand.
Then I lean in close and look up at him as I lick the tip while my hand still pumps slowly. Lock my lips around the head and then lower myself onto him until he bottoms out and nudges the back of my throat.
I suck him softly and slowly. His hands come up to rest on the back of my head, gripping tightly onto my hair as he guides me along his now rock-hard shaft. Upping the pace as I suck harder.
Teeth gently dragging along his cock. Moans float out from his lips as I move up and down his hips buck involuntarily and I choke. But I don’t mind. Instead, I take him deeper.
The tip bumped against the back of my throat with each descend on his cock. Tears start to spring into the corners of my eyes. But I keep going. Hollowing out my cheeks to take him deeper and harder.
A low, feral growl rumbles from his chest as I feel him twitch in my mouth, and with a few more calculated moves and a swirl of my tongue, he comes hard in my mouth.
And his spend pours down my throat. Drinking it all, I move my head a few more times along his shaft until he’s completely spent. He looks down at me with a smile, caresses my cheek, and says “such a good girl, taking me so well”.
Series warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. This is for mature audience only. By continuing reading you hereby agree that you are over 18. Fiction, smut, explicit smut, secret relationship, no use of Y/N.
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A/N: A special thanks to my beloved Karina. For always being there to help me work out kinks and thoughts for my fics. I love you endlessly <3
When you got back to Frankie's place, he looked at you for a moment before he spoke up.
“Let's go outside, and I’ll make a fire so we can talk. We need to really talk before we do anything else,” he stated as he led you by your hand through the house and out back, where he started a fire, before you both sat down in a chair each.
The autumn air had a bit of a chill to it when the wind blew, but the heat from the fire was nice. And the way Frankie was looking at you had you feeling all warm and gooey on the inside, despite the goosebumps that coated your skin from the wind. Or perhaps it was just the anticipation that caused the goosebumps. With the way he looked at you, you were sure this could be salvaged. You hadn’t broken it beyond repair.
“First of all, a relationship isn’t picture perfect. And we’re going to fight. You’re probably going to call me an asshole or an idiot, and I’m most likely going to call you crazy. But secondly, I want it all with you—the good, the bad, and the ugly. And I promise you, I will never run. If you want this, if you want me, you have to promise me not to run when it gets hard. To not run when you get scared. Can you do that?” He asked, looking at you with his big brown eyes.
“I’m just scared that you’ll wake up one day and regret getting involved with me. I’m scared that you will realize that I’m not who you want. I’m scared of how much I…” you cut yourself off before you said those three little words that held such great meaning. Not because you didn’t want to say them. But because the moment you did, everything would change, and there was no going back.
“You what?” He asked, his eyes soft as they roamed over your features.
“I…” you stopped again, your eyes looking down at your hands.
“Baby, please look at me." He reached over to you with one hand and cupped your cheek in his palm, tilting your head back up to look at him. “I’m here; I’m not going anywhere. All I want is you. I know you’ve been hurt before, and I’m sorry I can’t make that go away, but I promise you, I will never hurt you.”
“I’m in love with you,” you blurted out, and your hand flew up to your mouth. As if you could stop the words that had already spilled from your lips. Your eyes locked onto him as you both realized what you had just said. He couldn’t believe it; you actually said it.
“I am amazed when I look at you. And not just because of your looks, but because of the fact that everything I’ve ever wanted is right in front of me. I want to be the first thing you touch in the morning, and you to be the last thing I taste at night,” he said, reaching out to remove your hand from your mouth before saying, “I love you too.”
You needed him in a way you had never needed anyone before. You needed his hands all over your body. His lips touched yours. His body pressed hard against yours. You needed to feel him inside of you. You needed him. Come hell or high water, you needed to tell him how you felt.
“The safest place I have ever known is the one I found in your arms. I’m addicted to your scent and the way you taste. The way you greedily look at me, I’m addicted to the way I lose myself beneath your touch and the way my skin craves you on it. To the way I can feel you next to me even before I see you. I want you. And I promise I will try my hardest not to run when things get hard. But I might need you to hold on to me a little bit tighter when it gets tough.” The words just spilled from you. Once it broke, it was like a flood gate. There was no stopping it now.
Grabbing a tight hold on his shirt, you climbed onto his lap to straddle him. His and your hands roamed over each other's bodies. Like you had been apart for years, not days.
You kissed him slowly, tasting him and letting your tongue slide along his, savoring him. He was already growing hard beneath you; the bulge in his jeans was borderline painful. You smiled sweetly against his lips before you got off his lap and sank down between his legs.
“You don’t have to, baby,” he tried, but you just reached up to place your finger against his lips to silence him.
“Be a good boy and shut up and let me make you feel good, okay?” You asked—not really a question, though, as you started to unbutton his pants.
He lifted his hips slightly to assist you so you could shimmy his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. You licked your lips in anticipation. The sight of him in front of you had you practically salivating. His hard cock jerked slightly as you gripped it firmly but gently in your hand. Moving your hand up and down slowly.
You kissed the veined underside of his cock before moving your lips upward and swirling your tongue over his slit. His brow furrowed as a low groan emanated from deep within his chest, and his eyes widened as they met yours. You encircled him with your lips and went deeper as Frankie gripped your hair tightly and slowly guided your movements as you began to bob up and down unhurriedly. He moaned as your mouth engulfed him.
It sparked desire from the top of your head to the tips of your toes when he groaned your name. You felt him shudder and quake under your touch.
The noise he made was downright sinful—a sharp whine vibrating from the bottom of his throat. His hips pushed up into you, chasing the warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue, his fingers curling tighter into your hair.
“Baby, fuck, stop!” he gasped as he pulled you off him. “If you don’t stop, this will be over way sooner than any of us wants it to be,” he said with a smirk as he helped you back up before he sat you down in the chair and sank to his knees in front of you. He leaned in to kiss you slowly, almost like he was kissing you for the first time.
His hands dragged up your thighs to your hips and over your waist, the fabric of your dress bunching in his fists, and he dragged it up your body, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over your head and tossing it to the floor. His lips were back on yours while his hands mapped your curves, calloused fingers catching on soft skin and causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. The heat from the fire kept you warm enough despite the coldness of the air.
He gripped your panties with both hands and tore them in two, then threw the scraps into the fireplace. A low gasp floated from your lips at the sight.
“I actually liked those..”
Your words were cut off by your startled moan as he licked through your lips with broad swipes of his tongue from your fluttering entrance to your aching clit. You reached down, grabbed his cap, and tossed it to the side to allow your finger to tangle into his hair. He moaned appreciatively against your pussy and the vibrations made you keen.
His sweet brown eyes were dark and sinful as he looked up at you from between your thighs, devouring your pussy like it was his last meal. His nose rubbed against your clit each time his tongue dipped inside of you, and you were quickly reduced to a writhing mess.
“Fuck Frankie. Don’t stop!” You moaned loudly.
When adding two fingers and pumping languidly as he hummed again, tongue swirling over your clit until that final thread snapped and you fell into oblivion, fingers curled tightly against his scalp and caused him to groan as he worked you through your release. He slowed his hand before withdrawing and bringing his hand to his mouth, sucking it clean while you tried to catch your breath.
“The finger-and-tongue combination isn't simply for turning pages of a book,” he said with a wicked smirk. “Tus gemidos son música para mis oídos, pero cuando gritas que no pare, es mi parte favorita,” he said. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and it made your heart swell. (Your moans are music to my ears, but when you shout not to stop, it's my favorite part.)
Gripping your hips tightly, he lifted you up to him, your legs wrapped around his hips, and he laid down in the grass. He lined himself up, and you sank down on his hard cock. Stilling for a moment to adjust to having him inside you again.
You had missed his cock the past few days. Even at night, when you had touched yourself, fucking yourself with your fingers or a toy, nothing compared to how Frankie had fucked you.
But you had missed more than just his cock. You had missed his smile and the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice. You always noticed though.
How could you have been so blind? When you thought about it now, you had probably been in love with him since the first night you had spent together, even though Pope had been there too, and you loved Pope, just in a different way. But Frankie consumed your mind and your body.
You rode him slowly, moving your hips just the way he loved it. One of his hands skimmed their way up your chest and further and gripped gently and, oh, so deliciously, around your neck.
“Dime que eres mía, cariño….que eres solo mía,” he begged. (Tell me you're mine, baby...that you're only mine.)
“Soy tuya, soy solo tuya,” you punched out between moans. (I am yours; I am only yours.)
His other hand made contact with your ass, and the sting of his palm as it landed made your eyes roll back. The line between pleasure and pain was so blurry, you didn’t know which side you stood on anymore. He brought the other hand back down after releasing its grip on your neck. Cupping your ass in his hands, his finger dug into the swell of your flesh as he lifted you up slightly before pushing you back down again on his hard cock.
When you couldn’t stay up anymore, you collapsed on his chest. He rolled you over and kissed you until you were breathless, then sheathed himself back into you in one swift motion and picked up his speed, pumping into you harder and deeper with each thrust.
You moaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against yours. Pushing your thighs farther apart as he braced his knees far apart and started hammering into you. Groaning and spitting out praises, he buried his face in your neck and kissed his way up from the crook of your neck to your jaw. Licking along your jawline and leaving red marks as he bit into you, he marked you as his for the world to see.
When you couldn't stop calling out his name, Frankie leaned in close to your ear and murmured,
"You are so fucking gorgeous when you scream out my name, querida. You’re mine," he practically growled at the end, making you quiver with delight at the words he uttered. “And don’t forget it. When I’m done with you, I want you breathless. Gasping for air. Unable to move, your legs are like jelly, and your body is spent. Say it again,” he almost pleaded.
“I’m yours, Frankie,” you said between heavy breaths. And you meant it. You were his, and he was yours. The warm feeling that spread in your chest at the admission made you scream out his name louder as he pounded into you with such speed that you wondered how you would even be able to walk after.
His big hands held a steady grip on your hips as he punched into you and pulled you against him with each thrust.
His lips trailed hot kisses across your jaw and neck, his teeth nipping at the skin just over your pulse point. Your every nerve was buzzing beneath your skin, and your chest heaved with labored breaths.
He loved watching your cockdrunk face as he kept thrusting into you again and again.
How your eyes rolled back into your head. How your mouth hung open just a little as moan after moan slipped out and grew louder and more desperate. How you squeezed your eyes shut as you got closer to your release. How your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him tighter and closer to you, making him reach deeper with each thrust. How your hands grabbed anywhere and everywhere they could reach, nails digging into his flesh, marking him with crescent-shaped marks of your nails.
And how, when he leaned over you, your lips kissed along his neck and jaw, biting softly at first, then harder, leaving red marks along the way.
How when his lips locked onto yours, the way you licked into his mouth, wanting more. Needing more. Craving more.
You screamed out his name as the last thread snapped when your orgasm rushed through you, stars bursting behind your eyelids as they snapped shut with the force of it all. Your pussy clenched around him, his hips stuttering and growing sloppy, until he pressed in deep with a groan of your name and let go. Spilling his cum deep inside.
Maybe it was your laugh, your smile, or your eyes. It could have been your hair, your voice, or your personality. Probably all of it, but no matter what it was, it made him fall pretty damn hard.
“Come on, let’s go get something to eat,” he said with a smack to your ass. “Then after, I want you for dessert.”
He helped you stand; your legs wobbled a little, and he scooped you up into his arms.
"Like I promised, legs like jelly," he said with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"Shut up," you said back playfully as he carried you inside and sat you down on the sofa before he went to find his phone and ordered takeout.
When the food came, you both scarfed it down hungrily, and then he took you into his bedroom, where he ate you out until he had you screaming his name over and over before he made love to you slowly and unhurriedly.
And after you had both cleaned up, you cuddled up in bed close to each other and fell asleep, satisfied and satiated.
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Your phone pinged, and a message from Frankie lit up the screen.
“I want slow, intense sex while staring into each other’s eyes.”
Before you even had time to reply, another text appeared.
“My place or yours?”
Smiling to yourself, you quickly typed your reply that you’d be over in a minute before stuffing a few more things in your bag and walking out of your house and over to Frankie’s. He had told you you could bring stuff over to keep in his drawer that day before the fight, but he hadn't brought it up again, perhaps afraid to be moving too fast again, but you were ready now.
So you had packed a few items of clothing to leave at his place, and you were going to tell him he could do the same. For now, and maybe one day you would share a house. And for the first time in a long time, that didn’t scare you. You wanted it all with Frankie. A life, a future—you wanted him now and forever.
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One month later.
Pope was back home for a visit, so you all decided to have a barbeque night at Frankies. Ben and Will were there too this time. This would not be like last time. It would never be like that again. But you didn’t mind; you had your man, your Frankie, and that was all you needed. Plus the guys as your friends, including Pope.
After everyone had eaten, you cleared the table and took the dishes inside. You had told the guys to stay outside and catch up with Pope; you could handle the dishes. Though Frankie had tried to argue with you to let you let him help but you had told him to sit his cute ass back down. The guys had laughed at your comment, but one look from Frankie had shut them up. And he did; he sat back down. For all of 3 minutes.
While you stood at the sink, washing up, his hands sneaked their way around your waist. You had heard him coming inside; for a former special forces operative, he sure made a lot of noise when he moved around. Or maybe it was because he had been sneaking around so much on the job that he was happy to finally not have to tread so lightly all the time. He could just be himself.
“I thought I told you you could stay outside with the guys and talk; you haven’t seen Pope in ages. Wouldn’t you rather be out there to catch up with him?” You asked as he put his head on your shoulder and pressed featherlight kisses along your neck up to your ear.
“What I really want, they can’t give me,” he answered in a low, sultry voice that sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and heat began to pool at your center already. Your need for this man was borderline ridiculous. Day and night, you wanted him. Even when you just had him, one look from him, and you wanted him just as bad again. Would this ever stop? You hoped it wouldn’t ever stop.
You leaned into his embrace and unconsciously pushed your ass against his crotch.
Frankie responded immediately by pulling you against him, his vice-like arms pinning your back to his front. Rough and soft all at the same time. Turning your head so you could kiss him, you moaned softly into his mouth when his tongue licked against yours.
“We can't; they’ll know!” You tried to sound assertive, but your body was betraying you. Pushing into him harder with your ass and the slickness that had already begun to pool in your panties.
He let one hand trail down, popped the button on your jeans, and then slid lower until he reached your slit.
“Tell me you’re not wet right now, and I’ll stop,” he whispered. You couldn’t tell him that. Because that would be a lie. Your need for this man was insatiable. And so was his for you.
“You know I am baby,” you said in a hushed tone, still mindful of the fact the guys were just outside and could easily hear if one was too loud.
”Then how about you stay real quiet while I fuck you hard and fast? I’ve not been able to think of anything but fucking you since you put on these jeans earlier. Your ass looks delicious in them. Will you let me fuck you, nena? I’ll make it good for you, I promise."
How were you ever supposed to be able to say no to that?
"God yes Frankie, fuck me, please,” you moaned out when he let his finger dip between your lips to find out how wet you were.
“Fuck, always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” He hummed. And before you could answer, he tugged your jeans down and bent you over the sink before he lined himself up and sank into your pussy all the way in one slow and deep thrust.
“Oh fuck!” You yelped. One hand was on your shoulder, and the other came up to cover your mouth as he set a hard and fast pace, pumping into you.
You did try your hardest at keeping quiet; you honestly did, but this man and the way he fucked you so deliciously made it hard.
Even as he was chasing his release as it was coming fast, he never forgot about you. The hand on your shoulder dropped down and found your clit. He rubbed it and pressed it, coaxing your orgasm from you so easily as the heat began to build.
“Cum for me, baby; soak my cock and I’ll paint your insides." The tone of his voice was downright wicked, and it didn’t take more to send you over the cliff and into the open arms of your waiting orgasm.
Your pussy gripped his cock tighter as the waves of pleasure ripped through you. And with the final wave, you clenched down hard on him, and he jerked before he stilled, spilling his cum as the ropes of his seed painted your insides.
He let go of your mouth when he thought it was safe and you weren’t going to moan any more obscenities, slipped his now slackened cock out of you, and tucked himself back into his jeans. You pulled your jeans back up and buttoned them up again. The slick wetness of your mixed juices pooled in your panties. You told Frankie you would just go change underwear before heading back outside, and he said he’d wait for you and finish up the dishes while you changed. He smiled sweetly at you and kissed your cheek before you stepped away and walked into his bedroom. You were happy you had a change of clothes nearby.
When you walked back out, you were met with catcalls, whistles and dirty jokes about not being able to make it through one evening without sneaking away for a quickie. Mortified, you realized you hadn’t been as quiet as you had thought. Frankie flipped them off as he pulled you down into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.
You realized you hadn’t been as quiet as you had thought. Frankie flipped them off as he pulled you down into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Don’t listen to them, querida; they’re just jealous,” he whispered into your ear before he kissed your cheek, and you brushed your finger across the nape of his neck as you melted into his embrace.
The guys loved to tease him about how you had him pussywhipped. But he didn’t care; he just laughed, said it was true, and then kissed you.
He kissed you anywhere he could reach—your hand, your cheek, your lips, or your neck. And it always made you melt—how sweet he was, so caring, and not bothered at all by what others thought.
It made it easier for you to relax around the guys because if Frankie didn’t care, then neither did you. And they were only teasing; they didn’t mean anything bad by it. Ben had even said that it was about time Frankie found a good woman when Frankie had told him you were together when you had gone to the bar together one night a few weeks ago.
Will had already known since the night of Ben’s fight, and he had just given Frankie a brotherly hug and told him not to fuck it up. Not knowing you were the one who almost fucked it all up, but Frankie didn’t say anything about that. He never would. He just told Will that, as long as you wanted him by your side, he’d spend his life making you happy. You had thought, ‘How about forever’ but you didn’t say it out loud, not yet.
Summary: What you want and what you let yourself have is not always the same.
Series warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. This is for mature audience only. By continuing reading you hereby agree that you are over 18. Fiction, smut, explicit smut, secret relationship, no use of Y/N.
Words: 3194
A/N: A special thanks to my beloved Karina. For always being there to help me work out kinks and thoughts for my fics. I love you endlessly <3
After work, you walked over to Frankie‘s house with takeout in one hand and knocked once before you opened the door and entered. You were always over at his place or he at yours, and neither of you waited for the other to come open the door anymore.
“Hello?” You called out.
“I’m in here,” Frankie called from the back of the house.
Walking into his bedroom, you saw the light on in the bathroom and heard him rummaging around in there.
“Hey,” you said, leaning against the door frame.
“So, Pope called yesterday; apparently he met a girl—well, a woman. Someone he’s been working with for a while now, and he’s apparently in love,” Frankie said, looking over his shoulder back at you.
“Pope? In love?” You were surprised. You weren’t jealous, just surprised.
He had been down in Mexico for about three months now, and none of you knew when he was going to come back. He called every so often, giving updates and checking in.
“I know I could hardly believe it myself, but I guess it was about to happen sometime, right?” He said it with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk.
"Well, if he’s happy, I’m happy for him,” you said, and you meant it. You wanted him to be happy. And you knew it wasn’t going to be with you anyway.
"Anyhow, babe, I bought you a toothbrush and some things so that you don’t have to worry and go back to your place early in the morning. You can even bring over some clothes. I have space in the drawer over there if you want to put some of your things in there. And I got you the shampoo and conditioner you use. Tell me, why are girls' hair products so expensive? Not that I’m saying you have to pay me back for it!” he said, with a soft smile playing upon his lips.
“You bought me things? To keep here?” You were confused. Looking at the underwear he had purchased. A slight frown formed over your eyes.
“Did I buy the wrong size? If you don’t like them, I can return them. It's fine.”
Suddenly, you felt like it was too much. He was too much. This was too much.
He was just being nice and caring. But this is how it usually starts. Then, before you know it, everything goes to shit, and you’re left heartbroken again. You had noticed more and more of his things in your house, too. A few shirts, underwear, and a toothbrush had made their way into your home.
You hadn’t thought about it too much until now. This was starting to look like a real relationship, and you weren’t sure if you could do this again. You weren’t sure if you were ready yet. You knew that Frankie was different. Not in the cliche way, “he’s different,” but like you knew, he wasn’t like your ex.
That still didn’t mean that it didn’t scare the living hell out of you. If this became a real thing and it didn’t work out, you were sure it was going to crush you. And you didn’t know if you had it in you to take that leap.
“Why did you buy me these things? And I’m going to keep stuff here in your drawer? This isn’t what we do, Frankie. We hang out, we have sex, that’s it,” you were almost yelling at the end of the sentence. You were not really sure why. But you couldn’t help it, and right now you wanted to run. Run away from this conversation and the feelings it brought to the surface.
“Well, what if I want more? Would that be such a terrible idea?” He questioned you as he turned around to face you.
Was it really so bad? Were you really that messed up? Hadn’t you seen the signs for what they were? Frankie had never been a guy to bring around girls. When you thought of it, you had actually never seen him hanging out with girls at all except for you. He had girlfriends and hookups. You had heard about them on numerous occasions, but it was always the same story: he wanted more than they did. He had never brought any girls around when you all hung out. Had you really tried so hard to convince yourself that this could be kept casual? Friends with benefits only, you knew that sooner or later somebody always got hurt in those situations.
“I can’t… we’re… I’m not your girlfriend, and you’re not my boyfriend. I know we didn’t talk about this, but I thought we were both under the impression that this thing you and I have is strictly physical,” and just as the words left your mouth, you saw it. The way his eyes changed, mere moments ago, there had been hope, a sparkle to them. Now they were just sad as he looked straight at you.
“It may have started out like that, but I want more. We could be good together; we are good together. It’s easy with us, and I mean that in the best of ways. We have fun, and we have great sex. What more could one want? Did he really fuck you up that good that you don’t see a good thing when it’s right in front of you?” he asked with a distraught look on his face.
“You know what he did; you saw how fucked up I was afterwards. I don’t know if I can do this,” you replied, twisting your fingers in your hands and staring down at your hands.
This was it. Make or break. And by the looks of it, you just broke it. Smashing it to pieces, really.
“Fine, if that’s how you want it, then I guess whatever this was is over!" Franke said. And that was it. It was over. And most likely, your friendships with all the boys too. They were kind of a package deal. You can’t have some of them. And that broke your heart. You had just lost them all, and it was all your fault.
Without saying another thing, you turned around and walked out of his house. You held it together until you were within the walls of your own home, until you finally let it all break. Let yourself break. Even though you told yourself that this was inevitable and that it would have never worked out between you, that night you cried yourself to sleep.
8 days later.
Walking through the grocery store, you were trying not to think about Frankie and failing miserably. That’s probably why you didn’t notice him until he was right in front of you and you accidentally slammed your cart into his.
“Hey,” he said with that big smile of his.
“Gio! Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” you said, backing your cart up just a little.
“No worries, I don’t break that easily,” he said, laughing softly.
“Good,” you replied. You didn’t know what else to say and were just about to tell him it was nice seeing him and say goodbye when he said,
“So, you’re still seeing that guy?” You blinked a few times. His bluntness took you by surprise. And for a fraction of a moment, a pang of hurt made itself known before you shoved down the feeling.
“Who, Frankie? No, I am not seeing anyone,” you answered. You had been the one to tell Frankie you didn’t want more; then why did you now wish things had been different?
"Well, if you don’t mind me asking, would you like to go out tonight? Unless you have other plans, that is,” he said, looking at you. He was a nice guy, taller than Frankie, and bulkier. Almost like a Greek god. Really handsome, objectively speaking. And you surprised yourself when you realized you had agreed to a date. He lit up, smiling a big, bright smile directed right at you, and you smiled back. A date wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Later that night.
You jumped into your old pickup truck and said a silent prayer that it would start. After 4 tries and it still wouldn’t start, your hopes for it to come alive were gone. Sliding the key back out of the ignition, you realized it might be time for a new car, no matter how much you loved your beat-up old truck. You called Gio and told him your car wouldn't start, and you were just going to tell him the date was off; it wasn’t like you really were in the mood for it anyway.
“I can come pick you up. If you want to, of course,” he offered. And you were going to say no, but what came out instead was,
“Sure, I’ll wait out front”. It felt a bit weird to be going out with Gio if you were being honest with yourself. But then again, you weren’t with Frankie anymore. So there wasn’t really any reason why you and Gio couldn't go out.
“I’ll be there soon,” he said, and he hung up the phone before you could argue that it took at least 15 minutes for him to get to your location.
You sat on the hood of your car, legs dangling, and tried your best not to read too much about this night. It was just dinner with a friend. A friend who probably wanted more than you were ready to offer. Or maybe even willing to offer. Again, you wondered why you had said yes to going out with him in the first place. But you knew—deep down, you knew.
Your feelings for Frankie scared the fuck out of you, and you needed distance from it all.
You looked over at your phone to check the time, and just then he peeled around the corner and came barreling down your street.
Gio had picked a nice Italian restaurant. You got a table at the front by the window, and you had the fleeting thought of ‘what if Frankie saw you’, the restaurant was nice, small but nice, and if he walked by the window, he would definitely see you. Though you doubted he would walk by. You hadn’t seen him since last time at his place, when you told him you didn’t want more. More with him, basically saying he wasn’t enough.
Shoving your feelings down, you ordered pasta with lemon, tuna, oil, and olives. Gio ordered pasta with salmon. And he ordered a bottle of white wine for the both of you.
He made small talk while you waited for your food. Asked you about your childhood, how many siblings you had, and all those normal first-date questions. And you answered them all; you even asked him a few questions. But by the end of the dinner, all you could think about was Frankie.
When Gio walked you up the driveway to your door, you weren’t going to invite him in. But when Gio leaned down to kiss you goodbye, you let him. And in that moment, you knew.
No matter how nice and sweet Gio was, he couldn't compare to Frankie.
How when Gio smiled, it wasn’t the same as Frankies smile. Frankie smiled with his whole face, his eyes crinkled at the edges. Gio's laugh was too loud, and not the tea kettle laugh Frankie let out that you had come to love. Gio's eyes seemed just a bit too dark. You missed Frankie's chocolate-brown eyes, with the color of the afternoon sun shining through a glass of whiskey.
So you told Gio you had had a good night, but you didn’t feel the spark. He understood; even though he was disappointed, he liked you, but he understood. He gave you a gentle hug before he said goodnight, went back to his car, and drove away.
Now you just had to go find Frankie and tell him how you felt.
You knocked on his door, but no one opened it. If he wasn’t home, where could he be on a Saturday night? And then it hit you—he was probably at the bar. You quickly ordered an Uber since your truck probably wouldn’t start anyhow, and you waited not too patiently until the car came and picked you up.
You gave the driver the address and sat quietly debating what you would say when or if you found Frankie at the bar. In the end, you figured blunt honesty would most likely work. You hoped it would.
As you walked into the bar, you spotted him immediately. He was sitting up by the bar with what looked like an untouched glass of whiskey in his hand. And he was talking to a girl—well, a woman, to be correct. Not thinking about it, you walked straight up to the both of them and looked at the woman.
“He’s taken; you should leave,” you said to the woman, not even looking over at Frankie yet. Afraid of his reaction, maybe? What if he told you to leave?
“I’m yours? That’s not what you said a few days ago when you practically ran out of my house after you said I wasn’t your boyfriend,” he retorted, his eyebrows bunched up and the furrow between them deepening. You wanted to reach out to smooth it out. But you didn’t.
“I know what I said, but I was wrong,” you said. Not wanting to have this conversation here. With an audience. You wanted to talk to him alone. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” you asked, searching his eyes for any signs that you had not fucked this up beyond repair. That you could still fix this.
He stepped in close, framing your face in his hands, and gave you a kiss that had the butterflies in your tummy going wild.
"Sorry, Lisa, I need to go,” he said to the woman before he turned back to you. “Let’s get out of here, nena, we need to talk,” he said, and he grabbed your hand before he led you out of the bar. Leaving the woman behind, with a dumbstruck look on her face. You really should feel bad for her, but you just couldn’t find it in you to care that much. Frankie was yours. Or so you hoped.
Halfway home, Frankie pulled the car over onto a side road. And looked at you. You were just about to ask him what he was doing. But he spoke up first.
“Get in the backseat,” he said firmly, and you did, willingly. The need for him was so strong after having been sitting next to him without being able to touch him. Not knowing if he wanted you to touch him.
It had only been a few days since you saw him last. 8 days, to be exact. And you had thought about him every single day. You really knew it before you even went out tonight with Gio. Oh, poor Gio, yet again, he had been used by you to get what you wanted. But right now, you couldn’t really find it in you to be sad for him. Because he had helped your slow as fuck brain, to catch up with what your heart already knew.
It was really obvious when you let yourself really think about it. You loved him. You were in love with Frankie, and you had been an idiot to push him away. But from the eagerness in his voice, all was not yet lost. You could fix this.
He got out of the car and into the back; you, however, you decided to crawl into the back seat. You sat down next to him, looking at him with anticipation. Did he want to have the conversation now? Here?
He lifted that goddamn cap he always had on and dragged his fingers through his hair. You wished you were doing that, dragging your fingers through his locks.
“Turn around and sit on my lap,” he told you, with such heat in his voice that you didn’t even think before doing what he asked. Thankful that you had a dress on, you turned around and seated yourself on top of his lap. “Hold onto the front seat; I need to fuck you,” he said in a low, breathy voice, his lips so close to your ear.
You grabbed the front seat as he lifted up your dress; his fingers skated over your clothed clit and you bucked involuntarily into his hand. He tugged your panties to the side with one hand while the other worked its way on unbuttoning his jeans, and he pulled out his already hard cock.
You looked over your shoulder at his cock and licked your lips, wanting to wrap your lips around it and make him feel good. He saw you staring at it and chuckled lightly.
“Later, I need to be inside now; I can’t think of anything else, let alone concentrate on driving,” he said, holding you by your hips. He fucked you fast and hard. And so delicious.
In a slow, deep roll of his hips, he buried himself in your pussy. The wet sounds of your pussy were borderline obscene. Frankie wasted no time in setting a hurried pace.
It didn’t take long for the heat to begin to build again. You gasped for air, as it felt like with each thrust, he punched the air out of your lungs. Your body was being pulled against his, his thick fingers dug into your hair and angled your head, and his lips were on yours in a bruising kiss. His stubble scratched against your cheeks, the way his breathing grew heavy when you bit at his lower lip, the way his tongue edged into your mouth to explore every inch.
The tension in your muscles coiled tighter. His hips flexed into your ass with each thrust; the lewd sounds of skin against skin and the chorus of whimpers that spilled from both of you filled the car.
Your chest heaved with short, jagged breaths. He reached around and pressed down on your clit as he thrust into you at just the right angle to hit your g-spot, and your release hit you like a strike of lightning. Every nerve lit up deliciously as you came hard and fast, clenching down on his throbbing cock and sending him over the edge too, and he let his cum paint your insides.
Finally started working on Chapter 14 of “The Man”. I know a lot of people have been waiting. I’m sorry! 😭
Preview under the cut!
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She nestles her face in the divot of my neck and shoulder. Moisture rings her eyes as she presses her face to my skin.
“I don’t want you to go,” she murmurs.
“I can always stay,” I tell her.
The room falls stagnant aside from the juddering hum of the air conditioning unit clicking on behind us. After several moments, she exhales a sigh.
“You have to go,” she implores. “As much as I don’t like it.”
I bring her hand to my lips and place a soft kiss in her palm.
“Vivian will take you to the airport later. I’ll see you in a few days.”
“And what if something happens to you?” she asks, her voice lifting an octave. A fair question.
“We can’t worry about that,” I reply. “Trust me, I can take care of myself and I’ll see you as soon as the job is complete.”
She dips her fingertips just under the waistband of my boxers, tracing my hip bone. Although the room is dark, I can almost insure she’s biting her lip. That nervous little tick that drives me wild. My cock tremors at the thought.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too, Jessica,” I respond, this time kissing the inner meat of her wrist. “It will be okay.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” I roll to one side and pull her against me, my hips nudging at her naked center. She slings a leg across my waist.
“And while I’m gone, you can start looking for a house.”
She nods resolutely, burying her face in my chest as we hold each other for what seems like hours.
“Okay,” she whispers, her voice small and distant.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York who in himslelf should come with a warning! ⚠️⚠️⚠️
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Chapter 1
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-Dave’s POV-
He really shouldn’t be here; he knew that. But then what else should he be doing with his time? And he had run out of excuses for not coming to see you. He didn’t normally do this. Well, that was a lie. He did. Just for different reasons.
The first time he broke into your apartment was three days after he dropped you off. And he had told himself it was only to make sure you were okay. Nothing more. That was, however, two weeks ago now.
Even so, that had not explained why he had set up several cameras throughout your apartment, the hallway, and even in your storage room in your basement.
Again, he had reasoned with himself that it was to keep you and himself safe. To make sure you weren’t talking about him to anyone, at least not what he had done, Done to the guy in the alley and to you at the motel. He had, after all, kidnapped you while you were unconscious. Not that you hadn’t liked what he had done to you; that much he knew.
Throughout the day, he would check in on you as you went about with your day. But most nights, he would break into your apartment and watch you sleep. Just for a little bit. He didn’t stay long, afraid he’d fall asleep in the chair he sat in. What would you think if you woke up and saw him there?
One night, as he sat in the chair watching you, you stored a little before a moan floated from your lips, and then his name came out, low and breathy. For a moment, he worried that you had woken up, but another deep sigh, followed by another moan, led him to believe you were most likely dreaming, and something filthy, probably from the sounds of your moans.
The way you sounded when his name was mixed with the moans had him rock hard in milliseconds. He palmed himself over his black slacks, but it did nothing to alleviate the ache. So without even thinking about it, he undid the button and zipper and pulled out his hard cock, pumping it slowly a few times as he listened and watched you. You pushed your legs together, possibly aching to be touched there. But you were still asleep. His hand worked faster and harder over his cock, and before he knew it, the tightening in the out of his stomach and then his balls, before he spilled himself over his other hand as he did his best to catch his release and not make a mess.
The next night he broke in, he was itching to get closer to you. Well, he wouldn’t call it breaking in anymore since he had made it so that the lock on one of your windows didn’t actually lock anymore; he just opened a window. Nothing more. But this time, he didn’t sit in the chair. He needed to be closer. To see your face and your body more clearly. The fact that you were sleeping in just a tiny top and panties did nothing for him in trying to stay back. In fact, it drew him in closer.
He carefully sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. At first, he didn’t touch you. Just sat there, looking as your chest rose and fell. Listening to the soft noises you made. His hand, however, just couldn’t help itself, inching closer to you with each passing minute. And before he knew it, he was moving his hand gently up your arm and over your collarbone, sliding softly over the swell of your breasts. Your breath hitched, and he stilled, motionless, as he watched your face for any sign that he had woken you from your sleep. You stirred slightly before a deep sigh came out, and he himself let out a quiet sigh of relief too as you continued to sleep.
He let his hand drift lower down your body, over your stomach, and down to the edge of your panties. But before he got too carried away, he found it in him to stop. He told himself that this would be crossing a line—not that he hadn’t crossed so many already, but that he really shouldn’t. Pulling his hand back, he grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over your body before he rose and crept back out the same way he came in.
Again, next night, he was right back there, in your room. This night was an especially warm summer night, and when he entered your bedroom, he was choked and pleased to see you were sleeping completely naked, body splayed over the bed, legs open wide for him to see all of you. And fuck, it was a sight to behold. Again, he sat down on the edge of your bed. This time a bit lower, though, so he could look at that beautiful pussy of yours. He told himself he wouldn’t. But with you so close and naked, he couldn’t stop himself. His fingers edged closer, closer to your inviting heat. One finger grazed along your slit, waiting. He watched your face to see if you would wake. When you didn't, he let that finger inch your lips apart as he dragged his finger up and down your lips, nudging gently against your clit. The moan that fell from your lips made his cock twitch in his jeans. He suppressed a goan, and his finger slid lower and into your inviting heat, your walls wet and so welcoming. Your breathing picked up, and more moans floated out as he added another finger, moving in and out of your tight pussy. His eyes were moving between your pussy and your face, wondering if you would wake up, and if you did, would you be delighted or furious with him? But you didn’t wake up. What you did do was, however, you came on his fingers, pulsating, drawing his fingers in with each wave of pleasure as you let out a deep moan.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, relishing in your sweet taste before he yet again left without you, as much as noticing he’d been there in the first place.
A few days later, he was doing some preparations for an upcoming job when his phone pinged with a notification from one of the cameras at your place.
You were home. And he couldn’t help himself; he opened the app and watched, and you entered your apartment, putting the groceries away before heading into your bedroom, where you put some bags down on your bed. You began to strip out of your clothes and pull out a few new underwear from the bag, lacy things, and matching bras. Grabbing your phone, you quickly put on some music before trying on your new purchases. You walked over to the big mirror by the foot of your bed. Twirling and examining the garments set by set until you had tied them all on. Still in the last set you had tried, your hands began to move up and down your body as you swayed to the music. One hand slipped into the front of your lacy thong and skimmed lower until you let out a gasp of pleasure. Moving slowly as your finger continued to rub and glide over your pussy, you walked back to the bed and laid down. Opening the side table and reaching into it, you pulled out a sizable toy. He smirked to himself as he noticed it was smaller than his cock, thinking he could do a better job making you cum; he had even managed it while you were asleep. Now however you were using that toy, and he felt jealous of the fact that IT got to be inside of you and he wasn’t. He hadn’t been for over three weeks now. He’d told himself he didn’t need you. Didn’t want you in that way. He was just making sure you were safe. That bullshit lie didn’t work anymore. Especially not when you were fucking yourself with a toy but kept moaning out his name over and over until you came and the last thing from your lips was a high-pitched scream and then again, his name.
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That night, he was extra quiet when he slipped into her bedroom. He was thankful it had been a hot day again; you were naked again. Laying sprawled on top of the covers, legs wide open, he didn’t waste any time. He crawled into bed and laid down with his head between your legs. He let his breath fall upon your pussy before he leaned down and dragged his tongue along the slit. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake. He did it again, this time letting his tongue dip into your hole before he licked his way back up and flicked your clit. Your body jerked, and a loud gasp came from you.
You sat up with a jolt and yelped, looking around the room and then down between your legs. “Dave? What the fuck?”
“Sshhh,” was all he said before he licked again. A long stripe up your lips, and again he flicked your clit with his tongue. Your hands quickly found their way into his hair, and you pushed yourself into his mouth as he began to lick, suck, and nibble.
He had you panting in no time, and when he added two fingers into your drenched pussy, moving them just right, he made you cum so hard you saw stars, and your eyes rolled back into your head. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled over you, you tried to catch your breath and come back down to earth.
His touch was like flames, leaving marks on you. And you never wanted it to vanish or be rid of it.
Before you had the chance to regain your breathing back to normal, he got off the bed and was undressing. Looking at him as he removed his jeans, his hard cock sprang free, bobbing slightly, head flushed red, and it looked almost painful.
“You need help with that?” You asked sweetly as you kept staring at it. You couldn’t help it. It was right there in front of you, begging, no, demanding you look at it.
“What I need is for you to come closer to the edge, so I can use you like my own personal plaything,” he said with a half smile. He looked deadly and so deliciously sinful, and you did as he asked.
Scooting closer to the edge with your legs over the side of the bed and looking up at him.
He held out his hand in front of you, eyes looking down at you, eyes dark with desire. You leaned in closer and licked his hand, which he held out to your mouth.
"I'm going to need more than that doll,” he said, and without thinking, you spit in his hand.
He was not expecting that from you, and just the sight of it made him even harder than he already was.
“Fuck, you filthy little slut, making me harder just by spitting on me,” he continued as he moved his hand down to palm himself in hard, measured strokes. “Turn around,” he demanded. You moved too slowly for his liking, so he grabbed you and flipped you around, so you were now lying on your stomach, face down, on the bed. “I’ve already fucked your sweet pussy; now I need to claim your ass too,” he said as his hand lifted and came down to slap your ass.
It was a hard slap, but it, in combo with his words, had you moaning and nodding your head yes. You wanted him to claim every part of you. You gave it willingly, probably too willingly. But who cares? Everything he did to you was far beyond what anyone had ever done before. And you loved it.
“Yes, oh god, yes, Dave, fuck my ass,” you mewled and wiggled your ass tauntingly at him.
Another slap sounded out in your bedroom as his hand made contact with your ass again, and another, louder moan came out.
“You filthy little thing,” and then one of his fingers began pushing inside your tight hole, opening you up and preparing you for his cock, which was way bigger than his finger, though he did have thick fingers too.
Moving his finger in and out, almost reverently, getting you ready, before another joined the first. You already felt so full, so deliciously full, and he was only two fingers in. You pushed back, meeting his movements as he eased them in and out of your tight ass.
“Fuck! So god damn tight, you’re going to squeeze my cock so good, aren’t you, my filthy little doll, my toy, to do as I want with,” he purred behind you, and you moaned appreciatively at his words and moved faster back onto his hand.
“I think you’re ready for me now, don’t you?” He groaned as he let his fingers slide out of your ass and gripped his throbbing cock before lining himself up and slowly pushing inside. Inch by inch, agonizingly slow, letting you adjust to his thick cock.
Your breath caught in your throat, and a strangled sound ripped free from your lips. It didn’t even sound like a human noise. It sounded feral.
“You okay, doll?” He sounded almost concerned. Though you wondered if he would stop if you asked him to.
“Yes…just…fuck you’re so big,” you said between heavy breaths.
“You filthy little Jezebel, now hold onto something because I need to fuck you good and hard." Gripping both your hips, he pushed in all the way, stilling momentarily before he pulled out almost all the way; then he slammed back in. Punching the air out of your lungs, you gripped the sheets tightly in your hands as he began to thrust into you, hard and fast. Your eyes are misty with unshed tears. Not from pain, but from being filled so fucking deliciously and perfectly.
His hips kept smacking into your ass with each thrust, his hands gripping so tightly that you were sure you would have bruises before he was even done with you. And you reveled in it all. You took what he gave. And he gave it good! He had you moaning and pushing back against him, swallowing his cock as deep as you could in your tight hole as he kept up his backbreaking pace.
And before you knew it, you came. Harder than you had ever done before. Your juices ran down your thighs as you realized you had again squirted. Soak the sheets below you completely. Your face was all red, but the grunts emanating from Dave behind you as he pumped into you a few more times told you he loved it. Then he let go and spilled himself deep inside your ass with a grunt, and thrusted into you a few more times before he leaned down on top of you, his hand stroking along the spine of your back.
Delightful shivers tinged through your body, and then he rose back up and pulled out slowly before walking into your bathroom to clean up.
When he came back into your bedroom, you were sitting in the middle of the bed with your comforter pulled up over your legs, boobs still out on full display. His eyes roamed over your chest, and he shifted, and his hand moved down to his crotch to readjust himself slightly.
“I dreamt about you the other night," you said, looking up at him as he was putting his shirt back on.
“Tell me, doll, what did you dream about?” He asked.
"Well, in my dream, your fingers were knuckles deep in me, and I actually woke up all wet from literally having an orgasm,” you answered, looking away momentarily, your face flushing bright red.
“Did you now? And are you sure it was just a dream?” He asked with a devilish grin on his lips. His tongue darted out to lick the lower lip as he just stood there, watching you.
”Dave, did you…have you been in here before tonight?” You asked, shocked, but the more you thought of it, it made sense. You had thought you had smelt his cologne a few times when you had woken up at night but had pushed the idea out of your head as soon as it had appeared. Thinking it was your mind playing tricks on you.
“I have,” was all he said. Not willing to disclose anything further, he picked up his jacket off the floor. “Get some sleep, doll; I’ll see you around,” he continued as he walked out of your room and back out of your apartment through the window like he always did. Like a thief in the night, only he didn’t steal anything; he had instead given you yet another wonderful and fucked-up experience.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
Words: 431
Masterlist ✨
Late night, cuddles on the sofa while watching a movie, hands drifting, kisses here and there, 0 effort in following along the plot of the movie, a hand slip into his boxers, working it up and down the growing shaft, his hand slips into your panties, plays with the bud before slipping two fingers in, slow measured movements from both of you, until it becomes unbearable and not enough, clothes being torn off, hard, desperate kisses, tongues battling, teeth clashing.
Finally, he sinks into you, his hard member forcing you open, oh, so deliciously. The slight sting of being so full quickly changes to the delight of feeling all of him. Deep, hard thrusts Pushing you into the pillows of the sofa as his slips catch yours again. Your hands roam all over his now-bare chest.
Nails scraped along his back, eliciting a low, feral moan from him. His speed picks up, one hand gripping your shoulder, so with each thrust, he pulls you towards him too, making him go deeper and harder than before.
Your body starts to hum with that all-familiar feeling. Tension builds as he keeps thrusting into you. His other hand caresses your breast. Pinching slightly on one nipple as he takes the other into his mouth.
Licking and nibbling Then move on to the other to give it the same attention. His hand moves lower down your abdomen. In the wake of his touch, a slight shiver runs through you. Goosebumps spread across your body, and then his hand dips down between you, where you’re connected in the most private of ways. He pushes one finger into Bet, whom he folds to find your bundle of nerves.
A light pressure and soft circular moves are all it takes, as he keeps thrusting into you, to send you hurdling towards the edge. A slight shift of his hips changes the angle, and that’s what does it: the new angle finds your soft spot deep inside, and with just a few well-placed moves, he has you screaming his name over and over as you fall. Fall into the bliss of your release.
Clenching down on him as you ride wave after wave, he lets go. Pumping into you a few more times before releasing his spent deep inside as he groans out your name. As you settle and try to regain your sense of focus, heaving breathing is the only thing you hear. Until you realize the TV is still on, The credits are rolling now; the movie is over, but this, with him, will never be over.
