"Write the smut you want to read." - wealwaystalkaboutbruno
Hi everyone! So, I was looking on the blog of foreveranevilregal and noticed that she did Pepa and Félix prompts. Rather spicy ones I may add, so being a Pepa and Félix shipper myself, I shot a message, she shot back and we got chatting! I have taken a prompt from her list of prompts (with permission!) and this is the result. Haven't written smut like this for a good...*thinks for a moment* almost seven years? And it was Glee and also Pitch Perfect #fatamyandbumperforever.
So yeah, hope you enjoy and see what you think!
"What happens if I do this?"
Pepa knew the look in his eyes, the daring, wild, loving look that he used for her and her only. Eyes that said "I love you with every fiber of my being." Eyes that would wink cheekily when his face was in between her thighs (arguably a favourite spot of his). Eyes that looked in complete adoration and awe when she gave birth to each of their children. Now, Félix very much had "come to bed" eyes, the pupil and iris mixing into multiple shades of brown, gold and even flecks of green.
He pursed his lips towards their bedroom door and raised his eyebrows in suggestion. Whilst usually, the younger woman wouldn't even need to be told twice, she was admittedly hesitant; the house was empty, but what if someone came back? What if her mamá went looking for her? Then what? Félix seemed to sense this and strolled over to his wife, placing a gentle but strong hand over the small of her back and peppered her neck with kisses and tiny bites. Pepa turned a deep shade of pink and the temperature in the room turned warmer by a few degrees. Not that the people of the encanto would notice; there had been a bout of good weather, a few degrees warmer wouldn't make anyone assume something was happening.
"Mi vida...." he sang softly, now running his fingers up and down her arm, the tips tracing the tiny hairs. She rolled her eyes at this, but was struggling to resist his charms. It was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. "I know you want it," Félix whispered in a lower tone. Ooh, now she was listening. "You'd look beautiful mi corazon. Spread out, my face in between your legs..." Pepa was all ears. If there was one thing she could never turn down, it was oral. The way he'd use his lips to create suction against her folds, his tongue becoming sharp and poking at her delicate clit, driving her wild every time...
"Okay..." she found herself saying. Félix practically danced with glee, the excitement in his pants already evident. Whilst not particularly long, much like its owner, it was incredibly thick and more than whetted Pepa's seemingly insatiable hunger when the mood took her.
With a grin, Félix flipped her onto his shoulders and gave her ass a short, sharp spank, the sound masking the moan that came out. "That's it, Pepa. Papi's gonna take good care of you."
Pepa's heart was now racing, with the temperature matching her thoughts. Hot, hot and fucking hot. As he carried her up the stairs, Félix wiped his brow. He noticed they had stopped at the picture of his father in law that adorned the wall and was them. He muttered a quick apology about what he was about to do to Pedro's daughter and dashed up the rest of the stairs two at a time, leaving Pepa to cling on for dear life until she was tossed onto their bed with a soft thump. Félix Madrigal was a man on a mission and if his wife ended up being collateral damage, then so be it. She was just about to change her position when Félix lifted his finger whilst searching for supplies with his back turned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he sang in a slightly menacing, but also joking tone.
It wasn't often that Félix let out this side of him, much preferring to be the spectator and worshipper than be in control and whilst it was something that Pepa didn't complain about (and why should she?), even she had to agree that it would be nice to be the one ordered around for once. To be the one in terrified awe of what was going to happen next, what the next touch would bring. All she could do was nod and return to how she was beforehand. A cry of triumph was heard as Félix found what he was looking for. Pepa looked up and her eyes grew wide, a hot and dense cloud appearing overhead. In his hands were a small bottle of lube, a gold and black silky blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, teasing Pepa as they glistened in the light.
"Félix, I-" Pepa was cut short by Félix shushing her softly and instructing her to lift her head, which she did with great ease. Her world turned dark as he tied a blindfold around her eyes, the silk refreshingly cool against her skin. She jumped and squealed as he lightly nipped her earlobe, immediately cooling it down again with a swipe of his tongue.
"Tan hermosa, mi amor..." Félix whispered, leaning over his wife's body. Pepa shivered with anticipation as Félix traced a finger down her cheek and along her side, making sure to stop next to her thigh. "Hmmm..." she heard him muse and drum up and down on her pale complexion. "Ah!" A decision was made. Her head followed the sound; his finger pretending to be impatient as he bunched up her dress with his left hand. Pepa gave a small gasp. She hadn't realised how warm she actually was until her skin was met with the (only slightly) cooler air. Félix clearly didn't want that and tutted in mock disapproval. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" he asked, his fingers now interlacing with the delicate material of her panties. Head shake. Félix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Pepa shot daggers through the dark material. Oh, this was how he was playing, was it? Very well. "No, sir," she muttered, knowing he liked that. Félix felt his pants jump at that; not that he wasn't turned on already, but god damn, something about her calling him 'sir', it just did things to him. "Good girl," he cooed, his fingers now at her core.
If his fingers could talk, they'd be complaining at the heat radiating from the woman of his life, it was crazy how much heat she'd give off! He made eye contact with her, never leaving for a moment as he slipped a digit into the source. He hitched his breath, as did she. She was so warm, so wet and intoxicating, he swore he could get drunk just off her and her alone.
"Félix..." she whispered softly, biting her lip and leaving a darkened trace of where her teeth were. He put a hand up to shush her, the other pumping into a rythmn. In, out, in, out. Oh, she was loosening up nicely; her walls became more slick with arousal and the small whispers of his name had started to become pathetic whimpers parting from her lips. With a menacing grin, he inserted a second finger and curled them both, not once losing rythmn. In out, in out. Pepa's hips buckled into his fingers, having too much fun to notice that the room and the encanto were slowly becoming a sauna.
By this point, even Félix had noticed the heat and had to stop for a second. Pepa let out an indignant whine as his fingers left and didn't curl back in; why was it just when she was getting into a rythmn and enjoying herself that it had to stop? Félix gave a low chuckle and took his shirt off, showing off a solid chest covered with thousands of grey hairs that were shiny with sweat and frizzy from the humidity generated from his wife. She reached out a slender hand and put it on his chest, feeling the dull thumps of his heartbeat, having no doubt that his pants would feel the same. The older man took her hand and kissed it softly, whispering her praises as the taste of skin fell on his eager lips; salt intermingled with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of their favourite wine.
His wife on the other hand, was revelling in the attention that he was bestowing upon her. She loved being showered with praise, sometimes to a fault, but having not heard it unless she was being of service for so long, it wasn't like she could be blamed for having a bit (okay, a lot) of a praise kink.
Pepa whimpered again, her chest falling and rising with each breath as Félix's mouth worked its magic on her slender fingers, ensuring each one got the attention it deserved. "...I love the way you let me kiss you..." he murmured in between fingers. "You taste amazing Pepa, I can't believe you're mine. So, so fucking beautiful mi amor..." She let out another breath, this one longer intermingled with a moan. A fire was beginning to take form and Félix knew it. Pepa's head turned as she heard his belt unbuckle and his pants unzip, followed by a satisfied groan coming from the man she loved. He shuffled his pants down and gave his cock a few warm up rubs, relishing in the sight of Pepa. Pepa completely at his mercy, feeling so vulnerable, yet putting all her trust in him. It was enough to make any man wild, let alone himself. He gave the base a squeeze and moaned more. He wanted nothing more than to have her kneeling whilst he fucked her senseless. So much that she wouldn't think or walk straight for a week, he yearned for her touch, her taste...
He clicked his fingers. "All fours," he demanded. Pepa did as she was told. Félix gave a low whistle. This was the view he'd been after all this time. With a grin, he once again put lube on his fingers and pushed them in. A shuddered breath escaped her lips and she found herself whispering and cursing at him at the same time. "I told you I'd take care of you," Félix whispered as he curled his fingers and began pumping. She was getting so, so wet and fuckable and already close to the edge. With a smirk, he had an idea. "What would happen..." he wondered out loud, "If I do this?" he brushed his thumb on her most intimate and sensitive part, automatically making Pepa clench and whimper. She shuddered with pleasure, goosebumps and a bright pink flush on her back. "Mmm...you like?" Félix purred, swiping his thumb around and adding more pressure. Pepa managed to stutter out a yes and a nod. With his free hand, he gave her ass a sharp spank and watched as it turned bright red. "I love the way you look, corazon. So wet and ready for me. I'm so fucking lucky to have you."
Pepa was now on fire; the small spark that started in her stomach was now threatening to set her whole body ablaze. "I n-need you Félix," she mumbled, on the verge of tears. "I want to feel you inside." Félix raises a smug eyebrow. That he could do. He put one of his large fingers that was previously near her pussy into her mouth as he lined himself up. "Suck, mi amor," he instructed devilishly. Pepa did as she was told, moaning against the digit as Félix pushes himself in with a grunt. "Good girl...suck harder for papi." She sucked with more force, dragging her teeth along it and in return, Félix started to move his body the same way he did with his fingers earlier; in, out, in, out. "You feel so good," he praised, making sure she heard. "I can't wait to put more babies in you."
Pepa's hips thrusted back as Félix thrusted in, ensuring that despite the shorter than average length, his cock completely filled her. The room was now engulfed in a hazy fog, making it more difficult for the couple to breathe as well as Félix to see. Outside, people of the Encanto had begun to raise their suspicions with the sudden humidity, but no one apart from Dolores fully knew what was happening.
"P-Pepa..." Félix breathed through his nose, clamping onto the nape of her neck with his teeth, never losing speed. "I'm gonna..." "Me too amor..." Pepa shuddered with a whisper. "Let it out...Déjalo ir querido, cum para mí."
He grunted and finally let go, filling Pepa completely and allowing his body to be washed over with warmth and ecstasy. Seeing Félix in pure bliss acted as the trigger for her own orgasm and Pepa screamed his name over and over, the overwhelming pleasure reducing her to tears and a rainbow appearing in the room.
Félix took himself out of his wife, causing her to shudder at the over stimulation and removed the blindfold with a kiss on her forehead. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust again and the first thing she saw was Félix's deep eyes intently and lovingly looking into her own. With a soft smile, he turned her back over and pressed his body on top so that the couple simply lay there in a mix of sweat, salt and simple adoration for each other. They pressed their heads that were glistening with sweat together and began to laugh like they were young again.
"You...you don't even know how much I love you..." Félix said breathlessly, kissing Pepa softly. Pepa smiled behind his lips and ran a hand through his hair.
"The same can be said for you amor. Y-you do everything and I can't even begin to describe-" she swallowed her words as another kiss was placed on her lips, this one more loving and sweet.
"No need, mi sol. No need."
