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**Contains smut! This is my first time writing something smutty with Coco. Let me know what you guys think!
“Querida! You got the number for the air conditioning guy?” Coco shouted from the living room of the apartment. It was the middle of the summer in Santo Padre, so it figured the air conditioner would blow. And while you were willing to tough it out with a fan in every room to save some money, Coco was getting tired of sweating like a goddamn pig. “I can’t do another second of this shit.”
“In my phone! Should be on the couch somewhere.!” You replied from the kitchen, rolling your eyes at the dramatics. You were distracted writing the grocery list for the upcoming week that you didn’t even think of what your boyfriend would find when he unlocked your phone. Before you could jump up to grab it, Coco sucked in a sharp breath. He mumbled something as his finger swiped through the number of suggestive photos that you were in the process of editing a couple hours ago. “I can explain.”
Coco didn’t respond for a second since he was clearly distracted. Dark eyebrows pinched together as he studied each one carefully. “You giving these away to someone?” Maybe it was the previous, and often disastrous, relationships but the first thing that Coco thought was that his girlfriend of two years was cheating cause he sure as hell would’ve remembered seeing her splayed out on the bed in bright red lingerie. Or a lacey black bra and thong with. Or the angelic white bodysuit she was sporting in the picture timestamped from today.
“What?” You tried to keep the anger out of your tone. “Baby, I would never do that.” These two years with your man have taught you that he sometimes needed reassurance. More like constant reassurance but that was something that you were willing to accept from the beginning. Your stomach dropped imagining the spiral of thoughts that were happening behind those deep brown eyes. Coco put the phone down on the kitchen island and leaned against it with crossed arms and tense shoulders. You strided closer trying to catch his eyes. “The only person that would get to see those is you.”
Usually the soft voice and doe eyed look would do him in. Apparently it wasn’t gonna work this time. He stared at the floor with a pout. “You don’t do it that often. And I definitely haven’t seen those pics. Or the lingerie.” He couldn’t help the accusatory tone from slipping out.
You sighed, running a hand through your unkempt hair. It was still curly from the private photoshoot you had today while he was at the yard. “Can you sit? Let me explain before jumping to conclusions?”
Coco took his time getting comfortable in the chair before eyeing the phone. “Fine.” He added, begrudgingly.
You sat across from him, leaving the phone in the middle as some sort of peace offering. This wasn’t necessarily something that you ever planned on telling anybody. It always felt like your own sexy secret and who would want to give that up? But giving Coco some piece of mind would be worth it.
“Okay, well I’ve never actually told anybody about this but…” You chewed on your bottom lip, “I like to dress up and take sexy pictures every now and then. I don’t share them with anybody, except for you,” he smiled slightly. “It’s good on days when I don’t feel so confident. It usually makes me feel better.” Your cheeks flushed at the admission. During the relationship you tried not to show any insecurity, taking the ‘fake it till you make it’ motto to heart. It wasn’t anything that he did. It was just a feeling that you always held close to your chest, keeping anyone from seeing the potential vulnerability.
Coco leaned forward on lanky elbows taking in the site of a flustered Y/N. “I’ve never seen you not confident. You’re the hottest thing in my life on any given day!”
“You sure? Cause I’ve seen you stare at your motorcycle for minutes at a time. Practically drooling on it.” You joked, snickering when he shot you his typical glare.
“Nah mami, you got the bike beat by a landslide. And it’s not for a whole minute.” He added. “Seriously though, why don’t you come to me when you feel this way? Thought we were open with each other.” The Mayan was a bit miffed that he hadn’t heard about this at all.
You sighed dramatically. “I don’t want to make you think that you don’t make me feel sexy. Cause you do. Every day.” It was true. The man was always whispering sweet, and sometimes dirty, things in your ear throughout the day. “That doesn’t mean I’m always gonna feel my best. I’ve just been doing the pictures thing for so long that it was easy to rely on that.” You reached over the table and encased his large hands in yours. “It’s not that I don’t think I can tell you these things, okay? I know I can be honest with you.”
Coco stared at their entwined hands while mulling over the words. That voice of doubt that seemed to be a constant in his life was fighting back, telling him that she was lying. That she found someone better than him. But the longer he stared into Y/N’s loving eyes, the quieter it got. It had to be one of her superpowers. Nobody had ever been able to quiet the thoughts like his girl. “Alright,” he finally said before squeezing her hand quickly. “Can you promise me you’ll talk to me when you start feeling like this?”
“Every time? You sure you want that?” Somehow it came out sounding weary.
The Mayan stood up and made his way to you, pulling you up from the seat and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You melted into him, resting your lips on his tattooed neck. “Fuck yeah.” He said with undeniable certainty “I’d give anything to make you see what I see. Make you understand what you do to me..” His warm hand made it to your ass, gripping it and pulling you closer. His hot breath fanned across your neck, lips dancing across your pulse point before sucking. The moan that came out of you would have been embarrassing in front of literally anybody else, but Coco just sucked harder, adding a bite for. Your hands made their way under his shirt, long nails scratching his back in encouragement. Soft lips detached from your neck as one hand traveled down the front of your shorts, tracing your wet slit while the other moved up your stomach and tweaked your pebbling nipples. You opened your legs for easier access and closed your eyes in bliss, letting the feelings of pleasure take over. “God, you know how hard it is to hold back whenever we go out together?”
It was hard to really focus but you managed to think somewhat straight as his fingers played expertly with your clit. “Coco, we’ve fucked in pretty much every place we’ve gone to.” You yelped at the sudden pinch on your nipple then moaned as the two fingers curled inside you.
“Stop interrupting me.” It was a command, making this situation ten times hotter. He didn’t often get bossy but when he did, it was a guaranteed good time. Usually three or four orgasms, guaranteed. You shook your head quickly, moving your hips back and forth across his hand in a daze.
“Good.” Coco grinned before turning you around so that your cheek was flat against the cold counter. He grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back, gripping with one hand. The other made quick work of your shorts and his jeans.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned while sinking fully into your heat. You moaned at the first stroke, pushing your ass back, trying to get as close as possible. “You okay?” he asked quietly, making sure to hear a verbal yes before pulling back and slamming in, forcing your whole body forward.
“Oh god Johnny.” It was the only thing you managed to say. The rest was just moans and whines as he pounded away.
Coco gripped her forearms securely, using them to pull you back into him, engulfing his entire cock. It didn’t take long before praises were spilling out of his mouth; things like “you’re taking my cock so well, baby girl.” “You like being my good girl, huh?” “Pussy’s squeezing me so good” “I know you can moan a little louder than that. Want everyone to know how good I make you feel” “such a good girl.”
Those words were like a drug, causing your pussy to tighten around him with almost every stroke. Your only response was a repeating chorus of ‘please’, encouraging him to go faster. Nimble fingers reached around, circling your clit with pressure four or five times, causing the string to snap. Coco groaned, resting his forehead on your back as you cried out in ecstasy, feeling you tighten more around his thick cock causing his own release. “Fuck, Y/N.” He huffed, keeping himself buried in your pussy, allowing both of you to catch your breath.
You hissed when he finally stepped back, standing up gingerly. The counter took most of your weight as you ran a hand through your now sweaty and even more unruly hair. Your boyfriend grabbed a glass of water, handing it to you with his signature shit eating grin whenever he gave you leg shaking orgasms. “Was that okay?”
“Mmhmm,” you gulped down half the glass in one go. “It was amazing. Thank you.” A flush was creeping up your neck, no doubt giving your cheeks a nice and rosy look. Thinking that was enough, you moved to pull up your shorts. It wasn’t until Coco shook his head and pulled your jeans back down that you realized how long of a night it was gonna be.
With every step towards the bedroom door, your pussy clenched, that throbbing of desire coming back full force when you finally made it. Coco followed behind. “How about we take some more pictures?” Your phone was in his left hand while the other stroked his dick.
You smirked at the thought. “You sure?” He was known to be a bit camera shy.
“Maybe we’ll make a whole video.” Your pussy clenched again at the thought. “But only if you do something for me.”
“Anything.” You responded without hesitation.
His face split into a wide grin, hands cupping your waist and pulling your flush against him. “You gotta model that red lingerie.”
