okayyyy..both the Patri fic and Alexia fic on my wip list are complete, which would you guys prefer to be posted first?? It’d probably be posted Friday? Maybe Saturday :)
okayyyy..both the Patri fic and Alexia fic on my wip list are complete, which would you guys prefer to be posted first?? It’d probably be posted Friday? Maybe Saturday :)
girll i was reading your latest kika story and i really need to ask you…
are you by any chance brazilian? idk i just kinda got the vibe and your portuguese is so good it got me wondering
(btw i loved it very much!!!)
I’m not! This is actually kind of funny because I looove Brasil, it’s been my dream to visit since I was really young lol. I am Puerto Rican so I speak Spanish and have picked up a bit of Portuguese because of how similar they are :). I used my little bit of knowledge and Google Translate for the Portuguese in the fic so I guess it worked out well haha. And thank you for reading + I’m glad you enjoyed it!!! <3
warnings: smut, public sex, oral (a receiving), fingering (r receiving)
words: 2.2k
requests: open
Alexia’s hand tugged on yours, firm, but not too rough. You could feel the urgency coursing through her where you touched. You had a hunch that this was how the night would end back at your shared apartment.
While you were getting dressed, you noticed Alexia looking at you up and down, not that that was unusual. What was unusual, though, was the comment that followed, “Dios mío.”, while her eyes seemed to be locked on your bottom half. Her eyes roamed from your skirt that almost showed your ass, to your thighs, to your calves, somewhat covered by your tall leather boots. Her breath hitched thinking about the feeling of your legs wrapped around her, your mouth following hers, desperate to feel her lips on yours. The feeling of your legs constricting her while she was fucking into you with her strap, holding her hostage with nothing else to do but rut into you, not that she minded.
When you finally reach her car, she looks at you for a moment, as if for confirmation, before opening the left door to her spacious back seat rather quickly after you nod at her. She steps to the side and pulls you, motioning for you to get in first. You do with no hesitation. Alexia looks around for a second before following you in. The moment you hear the doors lock, you instantly feel her lips on your neck.
“Been thinking about having you like this all night, preciosa.” It comes out muffled and in between kisses, but you understand her perfectly. She nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to let out a low moan. You feel her smile against your neck at the sound. She stops her kissing and biting to look at you for a moment. You can see the desperation in her hazel eyes, blown with lust at the thought of having you in the back of her car, like reckless teenagers who could get caught at any moment, though realistically, she knew her windows were tinted dark enough that no one could actually see into the vehicle. You extend your neck a bit to reach her lips; this kiss feels much more loaded than the one you had shared before leaving your apartment earlier.
The older woman moans into the kiss. Not the quiet groan she usually allowed herself to release, a real, desperate moan. A sign of how much she truly wanted you in that moment. When her tongue prods at your lips for permission to enter your mouth, you throw a leg over her so that your straddling her thighs. Her hands find home on your hips as she starts to move your body against hers. Before she can get ahead of herself, you pull away from the kiss, much to her disapproval, and drop to your knees in front of her.
“Amor, you know you don’t ha-”, it’s all she can get out before you shush her with a quick peck on her lips. “I know, I want to.”, you swear you hear a faint whimper at that, though you know she’d never admit to making the sound.
You look into her eyes as you slip the black, furry coat off her shoulders, her pants and underwear coming off next. She raises her lower body to help you slip them off. Then she’s just in her black, long-sleeved top, which you actually asked her to wear, loving the way it hugged her biceps. Your eyes fall to where the woman wants you most. The sight of her wetness sends another wave of heat straight to your core.
“Fuck, baby, all of this is for me?”, she simply nods her head, knowing you weren't looking for an actual answer at the moment. You grab Alexia’s hand and lead it to your hair, allowing her to lace her fingers into it, to control you even as she was the one receiving pleasure. It doesn’t take her long to begin pulling you closer to her, the slight sting in your scalp motivating you to give her exactly what she wants.
You start with a quick kiss to her clit, following with a long lick from her hole back up to her clit. “Taste so fucking good, Ale.”, all she can do is hum in response. For a fleeting moment, you think about teasing Alexia, the thought leaves as quickly as it entered your head, though. It was quite rare for Alexia to allow you to please her like this, even when you asked in the sweetest manner you could and batted your eyelashes, a habit of yours she grew to hate, knowing she could rarely deny you when they fluttered so prettily.
You wouldn’t dare tease her when her slick is coating your tongue, and she’s making such pretty sounds for you. Instead, you wrap your lips around her clit, taking her sensitive bud into your mouth, and begin to suck. Gently, but not slowly, just how she liked it. She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in at the sensation. She wraps one of her hands into your hair and tugs gently at it, causing you to whimper.
You add your fingers to rub quick circles on her clit while you begin to fuck her with your tongue. In and out, her wetness mixed with your saliva beginning to drip down your chin, onto the seat of her car. Her eyes flutter open, seeing you already staring up at her for approval.
“You’re fucking me so good, baby, making me feel so good.”, Then it’s your turn to moan into her at her words. Even as you were eating her like a woman ravished, she kept your love of being praised by her in mind. Typical Alexia.
As you continue your ministrations on Alexia’s pussy, her grip on your hair gets tighter, and her hips begin to buck further into your face, both telltale signs that her climax is approaching.
“Please, just like that, amor, I’m gonna come.” At that, you speed both your finger on her clit and your tongue plunging in and out of her up. With a strangled moan, you feel and taste her release into your mouth, which you happily lick up. You don’t stop your fingers or tongue until she’s pulling your head by your hair away from her.
You push yourself up with your hands on either side of her and lock her lips into a passionate kiss, only pulling away when your lungs burn with a need for air.
“Did so good for me, Ale, love tasting you like that.” The older woman blushes and smiles at you, suddenly feeling shy under your gaze.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s your turn now”, she grabs your hand in hers and pulls you back into her lap for another heated kiss.
She pulls away only to plant wet kisses and soft bites along the side of your neck, one of her favorite parts of you. Growing more desperate with each passing moment, you grab Alexia’s right hand and place it under your skirt and over your panties. A lacy black pair you had chosen just for her, though you didn’t think she’d be seeing (or feeling you through) them in the back of her car.
She hums against your neck at the feeling of how wet you were even through your underwear.
“Fucking slut”, she murmurs. Your eyes slightly widen at her words. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? That’s why you wore this-“, she moves her hands to tug at your skirt, “right? To rile me up and have me fuck you? Is that what you wanted?”, all you can do in response is nod, but she doesn’t accept it.
“Use your words or I’ll walk back into the restaurant like nothing just happened.”, it’s hard to believe her words to be true, though, as you feel her pushing your panties to the side and slowly gliding her fingers through your folds at the same time.
“Please, no. That is what I wanted, wanted your attention on me and for you to touch me like this. Please don’t stop.” She seems satisfied enough with your answer, pulling you in for another kiss while she wets her fingers with your slick before sinking one into you.
You moan louder than she would’ve expected for one just one finger, though you really have wanted her all night, especially after having her come on your tongue just a few minutes ago. “Feels good, princesa?”
“Need more, please, please, Ale. Wanna feel you inside.”
She smiles at your response, adding her ring finger into you, watching your face intently to see your reaction to being filled by her. Your mouth falls open, and your head falls where her shoulder and neck meet, satisfied with finally being full of your girlfriend like you had wanted all night, since you caught her staring at you. You let out another moan, this one even louder than the last. She turns her head to look at you in surprise.
“You have to quiet down, cariño. We wouldn’t want anyone overhearing you, would we?”
In the moment, you had completely forgotten where you actually were. You weren’t in the comfort of your apartment, the surprisingly soundproof walls of your shared bedroom. You were in a car, in a public parking lot right outside of the restaurant where all of Alexia’s teammates were gathered. Where the two of you were right before leaving due to you “not feeling well”. It was a lame excuse, but everyone bought it, and if they didn’t, they didn’t make it known.
Thinking back now, it must have looked suspicious. You and Alexia were obviously sitting next to each other at the long dinner table, nothing out of the ordinary. You feel shame at the fact that the thought of someone seeing the way Alexia’s hand was planted on your upper thigh, rubbing and caressing, the shared looks you two sent each other, only turned you on further.
It’s hard to believe no one found it weird when the two of you wandered on to the restroom and stayed there, locked in, for no less than 20 minutes. Feeling each other up, kissing rather desperately, and whispering to each other how much you needed the other.
Alexia feels you clench around her fingers and bite into her shoulder at the same time. Your attempt at quieting down, though not feeling confident you’ll be able to, as Alexia adds her thumb, rubbing slow circles onto your clit.
You begin to practically ride her fingers as you feel yourself get closer to your climax, tears threatening to fall from your eyes and a deep groan ripping from your throat, hidden by Alexia’s shoulder.
“You’re taking me so well, princesa. Riding my fingers like this, you’re so close, aren’t you? Want you to come for me, okay? Come all over my fingers, cariño.”
All you can do at her words is nod your head. All of your thoughts are consumed by Alexia, the way she looks, her scent, the expensive perfume she only wore for formal events, and the pleasure that she’s giving you.
When you feel yourself right at the edge, you tap your left hand onto Alexia’s free shoulder, your way of warning her of your oncoming orgasm. It doesn't take much longer for her fingers working into you to make you reach your climax. Alexia’s fingers, though, don't stop. Her fingers are still fucking into you, and her thumb continues to rub your clit.
You lift your head to look her in her eyes and sense no intentions of her stopping.
“One more, nena. Can you give me one more? Want to make you come again, okay?”
“O-okay, one more.” you say while nodding your head, letting it fall back into her shoulder. If you were loud before, you were sure to be louder after already reaching your climax just moments before, plus you could see her face from the angle at which your head was resting.
Seeing Alexia while she fucks you is one of your favorite parts of sex, her different expressions as she’s inside of you, her furrowed brow and the tip of her tongue sticking out in complete concentration. It was why you loved missionary so much; even when Alexia teased you for being boring, you knew she loved it too, though. She always comes hardest while fucking you with her strap and seeing all of your different expressions, though now her focus was on her own fingers, watching them go in and come out of you at an elite speed, coming out even wetter each time. She moans at the filthy sight, your panties pushed to the side because of her own desperation to have you right then.
You’re coming again just a few moments later, extra sensitive from the overstimulation. After you come down from your high, you relax into Alexia’s body, wanting to feel even closer to her, dreading the thought of her removing her fingers from you.
When she finally does, though, she lifts them up to her mouth and sucks them clean. She lets a groan out at the taste of you before pulling you in to kiss her with your essence still on her tongue. The kiss doesn't last long, though, the both of you spent from your actions in the vehicle.
Alexia breaks the silence first, “Do you think any of them know what we just did?” You feel slightly mortified at the thought, but all Alexia can do is laugh at the horror on your face.
1. Currently Untitled: You are not Patri Guijarro’s girlfriend. At least that’s what you tell yourself in this moment. You’re currently in a semi-private corner on the left of a slightly upscale bar, a black leather couch housing both you and Patri, along with a few other teammates you can’t bring yourself to care about right now, a few too many drinks in at this point. (Friends to lovers, smut, currently 1.5k words)
AP ¹¹
2. Poor Guy: “That guy seemed to want you so bad, bebe. Poor guy, he doesn’t know you already have a girlfriend that you love very much, right?” (Secret relationship, smut, currently 1k words)
3. Roadhead (repost): Alexia’s hand tugged on yours, firm, but not too rough. You could feel the urgency coursing through her where you touched. You had a hunch that this was how the night would end back at your shared apartment. (Pure smut, currently 2.2k words)
KN ¹⁸
no wips atm .ᐟ
Requests are currently open and this list will be updated as the month goes on .ᐟ
I loved kiss and makeup so much, I too wouldn’t be able to get over kika lol
I was wondering if you could write something with jealous alexia like maybe a guy keeps hitting on you but you guys are already together? Thank you in advance :)
Thank you so much!! I’m glad you liked it :) and same lol
And I definitely can, I’ll add it to my wip list <3
warnings: ex sex, oral (k receiving), fingering (r receiving), strap sex (r receiving)
word count: 3.5k
requests: open
Of all the places you could’ve gone to clear your mind, you’re not quite sure why you chose this one.
You currently sat on a stool at a bar you and Kika frequented as a couple. Sometimes just with one another to have fun, sometimes with her teammates to celebrate after a good win. It was a place that held a lot of good memories of you and your ex, memories you wish could be erased from your mind for good.
The sound of ice cracking softly in your glass brings you back into reality and you swear you can almost feel her presence. You turn in your seat and see her. The last woman you wanted to see at the moment. Not right now and not like this. You came out to drink to try and get her out of your mind, even if just for the night.
Now here, only three drinks in, you see her walking in with a face more serious than you're used to seeing on her. You try to turn back around as swiftly and quickly as you can but you know it’s a lost cause, as if she can sense you as well, her head turns directly to you, catching your eyes for just a second, not that she’d need longer to recognize you.
You try to bring your focus back to your drink, to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach that seeing the girl caused. You bring the glass up to your lips and take a swig of the bitter liquid, the sensation of it stinging your throat doing little to distract you from the fact that you know she’s going to come up to you.
Next thing you know she’s sat in the stool next to you, eyes already hyper-focused on you.
“Kika I-”
“Look I don’t-”
The both of you begin to speak at the same time, something that happened often between the two of you. If the circumstances were different you would’ve laughed, nothing felt funny right now, though.
“You can go first.” Kika’s voice is hoarse, as if she’d been crying just moments ago. Now that you get a good look at her, her eyes are red with dark bags under them too. The sight fills you with sadness, thinking about how much this breakup must be affecting her.
“I was saying, I’m really not in the mood to fight, Kika. I came here to try to clear my head, that’s all.”
“Who said I wanted to fight? I didn’t even know you were here, y/n. I just wanted to grab a few drinks then leave. I just want to talk to you, okay? Please?”
You look at her skeptically, after your last big fight that resulted in the two of you breaking up, you hadn’t exactly “talked” much.
About a week after the split the two of you tried to talk, you had to. It was supposed to be a cordial meetup to return each other’s belongings. However, it turned out to be the exact opposite. You yelled at her, she screamed at you, the both of you said things to the other that you didn’t even really mean.
The sound of her voice pulls you from your head. She speaks again before you get the chance to.
“I just wanted to say that I’ve really missed you, okay? Senti muito a sua falta. Senti falta até mesmo de simplesmente conversar com você ou de te ver.”
Your heart sinks at her words. You’ve missed her too, more than you trust yourself to put into words at the moment.
“I’ve missed you too, Kika, a lot. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.” You can almost feel yourself cringe at how your voice always sounds softer when you speak to the other woman, a habit you're not sure when you picked up, and why it hadn’t gone away after all these months you’d been apart.
Her cold face turns into something softer, you smile at the effect you have on her, even after everything that’s happened.
“Would you like to go back to my apartment with me? We could talk more there.”
“I’d love to.” Your heart begins to beat a little quicker thinking about what exactly you're getting yourself into.
The walk back to Kika’s apartment is quiet, not in an awkward way, just a comfortable silence. It’s also not a very long walk, which is one of the reasons the two of you went so often.
When you make it into the apartment the two of you just look at each other for a moment, unsure of what to do now. Kika takes a seat on her brown suede couch, tapping the seat next to her, inviting you to sit next to her, which you happily do.
“So what did you want to ta-” You begin before Kika pulls you into her lap, now straddling her. Your eyes go wide, looking into hers. You knew how this “talk” at her apartment was going to go, but you didn’t expect her to be this bold. She slithers her arms around your waist, pulling you closer into her.
“I’ve missed seeing you like this, linda.”
You can feel your skin flush red at her words. You lie your head down on her shoulder and turn it towards her.
“I’ve missed this too.”
You begin to plant kisses along the expanse of her long neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume, the fresh, clean smell filling your senses. When you begin to suck a mark into her neck you feel yourself being lifted.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah princesa?”
You nod before pulling her into a kiss, messy and rushed, all teeth and tongue.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach her bedroom, having gone this exact way for this exact reason countless times. This time, though, when she opens her bedroom door you can feel your heart almost beating out of your chest.
She pushes you up against the door as quickly as she lets you into the room. You can sense her desperation in how harshly she pulls your face to hers, capturing you in another hungry kiss.
You pull away first, nearly out of breath.
“Please, Kika, want you so bad.”
“Yeah, linda? Wanna feel you. Can I?”
You nod your head, at the moment you want nothing more than to be with her.
That seems to be all she needs as she spins with you in her arms and drops you on top of her bed, the maroon sheets soft under your skin. Kika wastes no time pulling her shirt over her head and her black pants down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear.
From your position in her bed you’re admiring the view in front of you. You take in the look on her face, one of pure need. It doesn’t take long for her to begin crawling up the bed and on top of you, looking at you with a look of pure lust on her face. You let out a low groan at the sight of her and the feeling of her weight on top of you.
When she reaches you the first thing she does is pull your top off with a sense of desperation that sends a wave of heat straight to your core. At the sight of your bare chest Kika moans, a low, shaky sound. She connects her lips to the skin between your breasts before beginning to suck on one of your hardened nipples while rolling the other in between her fingers, causing you to breathe heavily through your teeth.
“Please Kika, no teasing. Please touch me?”
“You’re that desperate, linda? Want me to touch you? I’ll give you whatever you want, okay? O que você quicer, eu te dou.” She punctuates each word of her last sentence with a wet, messy kiss to your chest.
One of her hands lowers to the waistband of your skirt, she pauses to look up at you one more time, waiting for a final nod of confirmation from you.
“Please.” You croak out, hardly aware of how desperate you sound for her in this moment.
She plants a kiss on your lips before pulling the skirt and your panties down in one go. Once you’re completely nude she takes a second to just soak the moment in, looking at you from head to toe, spread out just for her.
“Meu Deus, você é tão perfeita para mim, princesa.” She then spreads your legs further apart, gaining access to your dripping cunt. You could feel yourself breathing heavily with anticipation.
She starts with her thumb rubbing controlled circles onto your clit. Just a moment later you feel two fingers circling your entrance, gathering the wetness there, before they slide into you with absolutely no resistance. Kika moans at the feeling of finally being inside of you again, a feeling she missed more than she could explain. She sets a quick pace, needing to feel you come on her fingers as quickly as possible.
You felt breathless, the mixture of her thumb on your clit, her fingers thrusting in and out of you, and her the weight of her body holding you down.
“You take me so well, linda. Look so pretty like this.” Kika’s words send another jolt of pleasure straight to your core. As you feel yourself reaching your climax your back arches and you begin to meet her thrusts, almost riding her fingers at this point. You have to bite your lip to stop an obscene sound from ripping through you, the pleasure suddenly feeling overwhelming.
“Want you to come for me, bebe. Want you to come all over my fingers. Can you do that for me, please?” Her words were all it took for you to reach your peak, you felt your walls clench against her almost painfully hard, your clit beating in sync with your heart. You came hard. Your eyes are screwed shut, you could only see white behind your eyelids.
You feel yourself coming down as Kika pulls her finger out of you. You feel dizzy as you watch her shove her fingers that were just inside of you into her mouth, sucking on them, savoring the taste of you. She kisses you one more time, fervently, before collapsing next to you.
You turn to her, one hand playing with the ends of her hair, “Can I taste you, Kika?”. She looks into your eyes and nods, a look of intense longing etched into her features. You waste no time climbing down her body to meet her cunt.
Her hips jolt up at the feeling of your breath on her cunt, the cool air doing little to soothe the heat that had built up between her legs. You place soft, light kisses along her inner thighs, wanting to take your time with this. Without warning you lick a stripe from her hole back up to a clit, placing a kiss there too. She lets out a deep breath at that.
“Y’taste so good, Kika. I’ve missed tasting you like this.” All she can do is whine at your words, she doesn’t have to speak for you to know she’s missed this just as much, if not more, than you have. You then feel her tangle a hand into your hair, a slight stinging sensation from the pull. It only encourages you further to pleasure the other woman.
You begin to drag your tongue against her, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the taste of her on your tongue. You knew exactly how she liked to be eaten out, you couldn’t forget if you tried (which you desperately had).
You then turn your attention to her clit, red and hardened from being so turned on. You flick the bud with the tip of your tongue before sucking on it, drawing sounds out of the woman under you. Her thighs begin to shake and she pulls on your hair harder than she had been before, telltale signs of her oncoming orgasm.
You double your efforts for her, switching between licking, sucking, and kissing her now dripping pussy. Your efforts pay off just a few minutes later when her breathing becomes ragged and her grip on your hair becomes painful.
“Fuck, princesa, I’m coming. Gonna come for you.” Her words cause you to moan into her cunt, wanting nothing more than for her to come in your mouth.
Then it happens, her entire body trembles upon her release. Her hips arch off of the bed and her pussy pushes further up against your mouth, which continues its ministrations, helping her ride her climax out. You only stop when she pushes you away from her by the hair, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. You pull away fully from her before collapsing on top of her, holding her chin and leaning down for a kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. When you pull away for air she smiles at you. A true, genuine, happy smile. You feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sight of her, spent and glowing from her orgasm.
“I have one more thing I’d like to do with you, linda. I really wanna fuck you. Can I?” Her eyes are pleading and insisting as if you could ever say no to her, or to the request of her fucking you with her strap.
One of her hands is rubbing assuring circles onto your hipbone, a habit she’s had since the first time the two of you used a strap together. It’s a small gesture that makes your heart flutter and your puffy clit throb with need.
You didn’t notice you had closed your eyes until you feel her rubbing circles on your clit with the tip of the strap.
“Você está pronta para mim, amor?” Her accented Portuguese making you feel more than you’d care to admit. Are you ready for me, love?
“Estou sempre pronto para você, Kika. Sempre.” Her face softens at that as she reaches down to kiss you again. She'd never get tired of the feeling of your lips on hers, of your tongues rubbing against one another’s. I’m always ready for you, Kika. Always.
She circles your entrance before pushing into you slowly. When the entire length of the strap is inside of you she stays there for a second longer than necessary, letting you get used to the stretch. She watches your expression, waiting for you to give her the ok to begin moving.
When you look into her eyes and slightly nod at her she begins moving. Her strokes start off slow and precise, good, but not exactly what you wanted at the moment. You reach your hands down to her ass and squeeze the flesh there as if to encourage her.
“More, Kika, please.” You look up at her with your best needy eyes, knowing she could never deny you of anything you ask for so nicely.
“Need more, bebê? Want me to go faster?” You nod at that. She reaches down and kisses your cheek before grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around her waist.
You let out a loud whine at that, the new angle hitting you deeper than before. Then you feel Kika begin to speed up and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to keep an obscene noise from slipping out of you. Kika only allows that for a second though, almost immediately ripping your hand from your face.
“Want to hear you, linda. Need to hear you, okay? Please?” Now it’s her turn to look at you with needy eyes. All you can do is nod at her, punctuating it with a high pitched groan.
The room is filled with downright filthy sounds. A mix of your pussy’s wetness, her hips smacking against yours, and a harmonious blend of both of your moans and pants.
Kika isn’t usually one for being quiet in bed, maybe it’s because of how long it’s been since you’ve been with her, but you swear she sounds louder than usual. Even in this position, missionary with the strap being her favorite, she’s never seemed quite this affected.
You take a good look at the woman above you and your heart skips a beat. It’s hard for you to conceptualize how much you’ve actually missed this view. Her long brown hair creating a halo around her head, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, her gorgeous tanned skin flushed red from the amount of effort she’s putting in to pleasuring you. Upon really looking at her, you feel a new wave of heat reach your core, making you moan out her name.
With both hands around her head, you bring her down for a kiss. This one is slower and more sensual, the deepest kiss you’ve shared this far into the night. If you had the choice you’d stay in this position forever, underneath likely the love of your life, kissing her until neither of you could even breathe. You tangle one hand into her hair, pulling her until her chest is flush against yours, her nipples brushing against yours adding to the mix of pleasure.
Upon your release of her hair, her head drops down to your shoulder, where she happily sinks her teeth into the skin there making you hiss out, loving the mix of pleasure and pain.
“Você não sabe o quanto eu amo ter você assim, só para mim, amor. Amo te foder desse jeito. Amo ser a única que pode te ouvir e te ver assim. Você só fica assim para mim, né, linda?” You don’t know how much I love having you like this, just for me, love. Love to fuck you like this. Love being the only one who can hear and see you like this. You’re only like this for me, right, pretty girl?
Your eyes water, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the entire situation you’ve found yourself in. Kika has made declarations like that during sex before, but it just felt heavier this time around, given the circumstances.
When she doesn’t hear you answer her, she opens her eyes and turns her head to look at you, a bit shocked at your reaction. With one arm she lifts herself back up a bit and with the other she lifts your chin up to look into her eyes. You reluctantly open them, a bit embarrassed that she managed to make you cry with her words.
She leans back down and kisses your tears away, her soft, full lips bringing you comfort with each peck.
“Não chore por mim, bebê. Eu não queria fazer você chorar.” You can almost hear the frown in her voice, which prompts you to answer her previous question. Don’t cry over me, baby.
“Claro, só para você, Kika. Eu não quero mais ninguém além de você. Só você.” The guilty look on her face leaves as quickly as it came. The hand that was holding your chin reaches down to your clit. Of course, just for you, Kika. I don’t want anyone else but you. Only you.
“Want us to come together, si? At the same time.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust. She begins rubbing quick, controlled circles on your clit and you begin to feel dizzy, still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm. All you can do is nod your head at her.
Soon her head is hovering right over your ear, letting you hear all of her noises as she feels herself getting closer. The base of the strap rubbing deliciously against her already sensitive clit. The mix of that stimulation and the view in front of her nearly pushes her to the edge.
You're not far behind, you feel yourself getting closer with each thrust, which have now become rushed and messy, not that you minded.
“You take me so good, baby. Always so fucking good for me.” Kika began to press open-mouthed, wet kisses to your neck in between pants and her words.
You tapped her shoulder a few times, warning her of your oncoming orgasm. You didn’t need to speak for her to understand.
“I know baby, me too. Come for me, wanna feel you come on my cock.” Her voice was whiny and high pitched, unable to hold back anymore.
You did as she said, coming hard just a few seconds later. With your eyes squeezed shut you swear you could see stars behind your eyelids. You squeezed your legs tighter around her waist, trapping her inside of you. You could hear the exact moment she came, just a few seconds behind. She let out a broken cry-louder than you think you’ve ever heard from her.
She didn’t stop her thrusts as the both of you came. She slowed her pace but the thrusts didn’t stop, she wanted to draw the pleasure out for as long as possible.
When she did stop, she didn’t pull out of you, just collapsed on top of you, exhausted from the activities of the night.
“Senti muito a sua falta, meu amor. Você não sabe o quanto senti sua falta.” I’ve missed you so much, my love. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.
You wrap your arms around the woman, pulling her impossibly closer to you in a hug and kiss the top of her head.
“Eu senti muito a sua falta também, Kika. Muito mesmo.” I’ve missed you too, Kika. So much.
She lifts her head to look down at you, an almost shy smile adorning her lips, and kisses you. Her way of showing you how much she’s truly missed you, as if you need anymore proof after tonight.
If you had to use one word to describe your girlfriend, you’d go with passionate.
Like in this moment, when she kisses you so deeply, with so much passion that it makes your stomach erupt with butterflies and sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. The casual dominance she displays when she slips her tongue into your mouth and brings her knee up to your core, knowing exactly where you need her, makes you want to do anything she asks you to.
When she pulls away all you can bring yourself to do is whine in discontentment.
You feel better just a second later when her fingers graze the hem of your sleep shorts, looking up at you with nothing but adoration on her face. You place your hand on top of hers, playing with her fingers and twisting the rings on them.
“Can I?” she asks while still rubbing her warm fingers across the expanse of your lower abdomen, the cool metal of her rings a stark contrast to her flushed skin.
“Please, Patri.” If you were in a different headspace, you’d cringe at how desperate you sound. You can’t bring yourself to care at this moment, though.
She simply nods her head. She looks down to where your hand lies on hers for a second, a pondering look on her face. After a moment she pulls her rings off of her fingers, slipping them onto yours. They’re a tad loose on your smaller fingers, but the gesture makes your heart ache. She usually opts to take her rings off before sex, placing them on her bedside table or her heart shaped jewelry dish you gifted her for her rings in specific.
For a moment you just look at the rings. The first one is an old one she’s been wearing since before you got together two years ago. Another is a gift from you, from your very first Christmas spent together. It’s a thick silver band with small stars and sparkles engraved into it with a single clear diamond set in the front of it. On the inside it reads “mi estrella, para siempre”. my star, forever.
The nickname started before the two of you had even begun dating. The first time you went to one of her games to watch her play she had an insane match. Two goals, an assist, and a player of the match honor. After the game had ended she practically ran up to you while you were still up in your seat, asking if you had seen her goals. You laughed, of course you had. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her the entire game. She called you her good luck charm and you called her your shining star. Her face had softened with something that seemed unreadable at the time, you now recognized it as fondness.
Patri had cried when she opened it on Christmas morning, swearing that she’d never take it off. So far, she’s made good on her promise, only removing the ring when absolutely necessary, and not without an adorable pout adorning her face. The final ring was placed on your ring finger, something you hadn’t noticed at first. It was another silver band, this one simply had a ring of small gems wrapped around it’s entirety.
When you look back up at Patri’s face she’s already looking down at you with a small smile.
“Algún día me casaré contigo, ¿sabes?” Your heart skips at beat, not only at her words, but at the sincerity in her voice. You know just how much Patri loves you, anyone who has met her knows how much she loves you. Though sometimes when you’re reminded of just how much she does, you feel a deep ache in your chest. All you can do is hope she knows you love her just as much. I'm going to marry you someday, you know?
“Yo lo sé.” Is all you can choke out, suddenly overwhelmed with every emotion you’re feeling. The mix of euphoria you feel due to Patri’s sweet gesture and words, mixed with the need you feel for her in this moment. Not that either of those things are out of the ordinary, just a lot to feel at once. I know.
She smiles once more at that.
“Good, I just wanted to remind you.” She winks while slipping your shorts and panties down your legs.
“Get them nice and ready for me, guapa.” She whispers as she taps her thumb over your lips, a sign for you to open up. She slides two of her fingers into your mouth, the feeling of them heavy on your tongue. You close your mouth around her digits, keeping eye contacts while you suck slightly on them, knowing how riled up it makes Patri feel.
Just a moment later she’s pulling them back out. You whine at the loss of contact and she smiles at you.
“Like my fingers in your mouth that much, nena?” You pout at the teasing tone of her voice, of course she knew how much you loved her fingers in your mouth.
“No pouting, or you won’t get anything else, understand?”
“Understand.” You reply with a slight nod. “Please touch me, Patri.” You continue.
It’s Patri’s turn to nod. Even when she threatens you with taking her touch away, you know how much she hates to deny you of anything you ask for, especially when you ask so nicely.
She lies her body flush against yours, lifting herself up with one arm next to your head. You squeeze your legs together at the display of her strength, something that never failed to make you weak in the knees.
It’s not long before her knee is slotted back in between the both of yours. You let a moan out at the contact. Patri, eager to hear more of your sounds, lowers her free hand.
She places a few wet kisses down the expanse of your neck while she begins to rub tight, controlled circles onto your clit. Her thumb continues its ministrations while her middle and ring fingers dip lower, down to your entrance, spreading your wetness back up to your clit.
“This wet for me already, guapa?” Your eyes are closed but you swear you can hear the smirk on her face. When you open your eyes up to respond, your suspicion is proven correct. All you can think about is kissing the smug smirk right off her face, though.
“Solamente para ti, mi amor.” She lets out a low groan at that. She leans her head down for a kiss that you happily accept while she sinks one finger into you, always making sure you’re ready before adding more, with how wet you are she knows it won’t be long before she can add another. Only for you, my love.
“More, por favor.” You huff out in between moans. please.
“Of course, guapa.” She happily complies and slips another finger into you. You let out a groan at the stretch, which Patri swallows as she leans back down to pull you into another kiss.
When she pulls away from you her lips are slightly swollen, a sight that makes you clench around her fingers. At that she speeds up her pace, hitting the soft spot inside of you with each thrust. The speed of her fingers mixes deliciously with her consistent stimulation of your clit.
“Fuck, Patri.” You lift your left hand slightly to hold onto Patri’s bicep, your legs begin to shake and you feel heat pooling in your belly. “C-close.”
“Yeah, nena? Let go for me. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.” She looks down at you as if you strung all the stars in the sky.
You squeeze her bicep a tad harder at that, noting that there will definitely be marks there tomorrow, not that she’d mind. She never did.
Patri reaches down for another kiss as your sounds get gradually louder the closer you get to your climax. The walls of your apartment are rather thin, and she’d rather not get another noise complaint.
It only takes a few more thrusts before the coil that had been tightening in your stomach snaps. Patri continues her ministrations while you come down from your high until you begin to pull away from her due to overstimulation.
When she pulls her fingers out of you she reaches them up to her mouth, licking her digits clean of your essence. All you can do is moan at the sight.
When she’s done she brings her thumb up to you and taps on your lips again, you happily comply, opening your mouth up for her.
She touches her nose to yours before spitting a mixture of her saliva and your come she cleaned off of her fingers into your mouth.
She then holds your chin to close your mouth and presses a kiss onto your lips.
“Swallow, princesa.” Her voice is soft, the subtle authority sending a new wave of wetness straight to your cunt.
You simply nod your head, swallowing the mixture happily. When you’re done you open your mouth back up, showing that you swallowed it all.
“Mi niña buena, always following orders so well.” She kisses down your neck, sucking a mark right above your collarbone. my good girl.
“Need to feel you, guapa. Can I?” Your clit pulses at the thought. Mixed with the way she’s looking up at you from where her head lies on your chest, how could you ever deny her?
“Want to feel you too, please.” She lets out a groan at the desperation in your voice, something she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of hearing.
Patri straddles you for a moment, one knee on each side of you. The look on her face tells you what she wants, so you comply. You hook your fingers into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, pulling both down in one swift motion.
You moan at the sight in front of you, your veins feel like they’re on fire due to the desire you feel looking at your girlfriend. Half naked and looking at you like you’re the last woman on earth.
Half naked isn’t enough for you though. You reach for the hem of her shirt to tug on, wanting to see her upper half too.
“Wanna see you fully, please.”
Suddenly in the mood to tease you, Patri slowly trails her hand down to the hem of her shirt, lifting it ever so slowly.
“Don’t tease me.” Patri laughs at that, practically hearing the pout in your voice.
“Okay, nena, you’ve been good for me haven’t you?”
“I have. No teasing please.”
She nods her head, agreeing with you. She fully lifts her shirt off this time, throwing it somewhere amongst the pile of discarded clothes in your bedroom.
“So pretty.” You whine at the woman hovering over you. She really is so beautiful. She always is, but in moments like this, where she’s only for you to see, feel, touch, hold, she looks ethereal. It can only compare to how she looks during a climax. Hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed red and panting for air.
You're pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Patri moving on top of you. She shuffles into position with a speed that tells you how much she needs this, needs you.
“Fuck, baby.” She gasps out the moment her cunt touches yours. All you can do is moan at the contact. The delicious mix of her wetness on yours.
Her arms are settled on either side of your head, you reach your neck out to kiss each one, the sensation grounding your girlfriend, reminding her that she can move.
And when she does you cry out to her. The feeling of her grinding against you makes you feel almost delirious. Moreso when she lowers her head into the crook of your neck, her lips whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“‘M not gonna last, princesa. You feel so fuck-fucking good against me. Wanna come with you, yeah?”
You nod your head, believing it’s all the strength you have to do. The feeling of her clit bumping into yours, the sensation of her wetness dripping onto you and onto the sheets below you, and the slight sting you feel in your thighs from meeting each of her thrusts all adding up to a feeling of complete and utter euphoria.
Patri begins to grind more rapidly, her oncoming orgasm causing her movements to become frantic. Her increased pace also pushes you closer to your climax. Your nails dig into her back, she lets out a slight hiss at the sensation.
“Gonna come, baby. Want you to come with me.”
“O-okay, wanna come with you too.”
You hold out to wait for Patri, and when the both of you finally reach your climaxes you swear you hear her moan louder than you ever have. It’s a guttural moan, ripped straight from her throat.
You let her ride her high out on top of you, even as the overstimulation starts to feel a bit painful. When she finally stops moving, she collapses right on top of you. She turns her face to meet yours and kisses you one more time, this one much slower and sweeter than the previous ones.
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