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content: smut (18+), established relationship, face-sitting, oral (f receiving), pedro being a certified munch, nose worship, filthy fluff.
“c’mon, cariño,” pedro coaxes, lying back on the bed, beard already glistening a little from the warm-up he gave you. his eyes are dark, hungry, but soft underneath. “sit up here. let me have you.”
you hesitate, lip caught between your teeth. “pedro…”
he smirks, patting his chest. “don’t tell me you’re shy now. i’ve been begging for this all night. i want you to ride my face.”
your whole body heats, but you move — straddling his chest, crawling up slow until your thighs are bracketing his head. his hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down.
“fuck, look at you,” he groans, eyes fixed on the slick glistening between your thighs. “prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”
you hover uncertainly, but then his voice drops, wrecked and needy: “sit, mi amor. let me drown.”
and when you do — when you lower yourself fully onto his mouth — his moan vibrates straight through you.
his tongue licks broad and greedy, but it’s his nose that undoes you. the sharp bridge pressing and rubbing perfectly against your clit every time you roll your hips.
“oh my god,” you gasp, fingers fisting in his curls.
pedro hums, smug, grinding his nose deliberately, dragging it up and down while his tongue devours you. the friction is relentless, obscene.
“you love it,” he groans into you, words muffled. “fuck, you’re soaking me, baby. use me. sit pretty and take what you need.”
your hips move on instinct, grinding down against him, chasing that perfect pressure. his hands anchor you, guiding you back and forth so his nose never leaves your clit.
the pleasure hits fast and hard, your thighs trembling around his head. you cry out his name, grinding helplessly as his nose and tongue work you through it.
he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking, keeps pressing that perfect nose right where you need it, until you’re gasping, overstimulated, begging.
when you finally pull off him, panting and wrecked, his face is shiny, beard messy, eyes blown wide.
he licks his lips, grinning up at you. “miracles, huh?”
you collapse beside him, still shaking. “miracles,” you breathe. “you’re a menace.”
pedro just chuckles, tugging you into his arms, nose nudging against your temple now in the softest kiss. “your menace,” he corrects.
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