Bestieee if you're taking requests, could you write about dom! Gavi and like degr@dat!on. Idk why I'm so nervous writing this request lol but love your work xx
Okay so I know I have a lot of other requests in my inbox but I feel like writing a bit of smut today so that’s what we’re gonna do ladies. SMUT!! MDNI!! 18+!! IF UR A MINOR GO AWAY!!!
“Could you please not slam the doors?”
You looked at Gavi seething. Everything in the world was irritating you today. Everyone was breathing too loud. You had been caught in the pouring rain, slipping multiple times due to your heels. You had gotten coffee on your favorite white blouse, causing you to be late for an important meeting. But more than that, your coworker Antony was getting too comfortable with you again. He would lean his hand on you, put his arms across your shoulders, and call you “sweetheart” despite multiple requests for him to stop. He walked you to your car after multiple offers to buy you drinks, telling you that your “little boyfriend” could wait a little longer. As you told him to fuck off in the most professional way possible, you got the text from Gavi.
“Traffic accident on the road cause of the rain. Be careful driving home.”
It was a sweet message. He had checked your route and was now concerned about your safety. But you didn’t want it - not today. Today you were annoyed and this didn’t help. You didn’t want him to be nice. You wanted to unleash your anger on someone, but Gavi, sweet and loving as he was, gave you no reason to. So now you were speeding on the highway to Gavi’s, cursing yourself for promising to come over for dinner. All it took was this simple request for you not to ruin his doors to set you off.
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.”
Gavi raised one eyebrow at the reply, watching you bend over to take your shoes off.
“Bad day?” He asked, trying to keep his voice mellow and understanding. Pablo Gavi was gentle by nature. He was not someone that enjoyed raising his voice or using harsh language. But when he got heated, all bets were off the table. He was ready to swear, yell, hit things - Pablo was the definition of fuck around and find out.
“I don’t want to fucking talk about it.”
Your shoes were off as you made a move towards the bedroom to get changed, not sparing a glance over your shoulder. A hand tugged your wrist, and you were pulled back suddenly, until you felt the wall behind you, a hand slammed roughly beside your head. You were caged in against the wall by Gavi’s arm, his eyes burning into you. His tongue ran along his teeth, and the “I messed up” feeling started to sink in.
“I don’t know who you think you’re giving that tone to, but you should know better than to use it with me.”
Your eyes met his, eyebrows still knitted together in anger, but the fear causing your body to tense and a knot to form in your throat. He brought a hand to your face, running his thumb across your bottom lip. A shiver runs through you, causing him to smile viscously.
“I don’t know what the fuck is your problem today. I frankly don’t fucking care. You’re going to learn today that little sluts like you need to have some respect.”
Pablo slams himself into you, lips bruising yours from the force. Teeth clash as you try to keep up with his pace, but it’s so much that once he pulls away your gasping for breath.
“What? You’re sorry now?” He narrows his eyes and spits out a laugh. The wetness between your legs continues to grow - you had brought out this side of Gavi before, and it was always the best fuck of your life.
“You don’t get to be sorry now, whore. Oh no. Little sluts like you don’t get off with an apology.”
He pulled you in by your throat, kissing you harshly as his fingers pressed into the flesh, cutting off the blood flow and making spots appear on your vision.
“Little sluts like you are too brain dead from being fucking into oblivion.”
He held your collar, pulling you into the bedroom. Your knees hit the back of the bed, Pablo’s grip the only thing keeping you from falling.
“Little sluts like you need to be taught lessons. They need to feel their punishments so they can remember.”
He placed his fingers on the center of your blouse, fingers slipping in between the buttons. You wanted to beg him to leave your favorite shirt alone, but you were too hazy from the thrill of Gavi speaking to you like this that you didn’t care.
“Because no one likes a cum dump with an attitude.”
He gripped your blouse tightly and pulled, muscles flexing as he ripped the short open, buttons rattling to the floor. It wasn’t enough. He placed his hands on the back seam, ripping it open as well. The tearing sound only make you more wet as he pulled the two halves from your torso, leaving your bra exposed to him. He pushed you back on the bed, fingers hooking into your skirt and pulling it down.
He kissed the “6” anklet that dangled off on you, looking up at you from between your legs. He kissed up your legs, placing a kiss on your clothes core. You whimpered, eager for more than just the light pressure of his lips on your panties. He slid an arm under you, and flipped you onto your stomach. He placed an arm either side of you, coming closer to your ear.
“Aw poor thing. Now you want to beg and cry? Now you want to let out those sweet little sounds that you know drive papi crazy. I hope you don’t think that’ll make me go easier on this pathetic little pussy.”
He kissed at the protruding vein on your neck, causing your moans to get louder and less restricted. Your ass arched up into him, grinding against his hardening cock.
“Such a good whore that you just grind into my dick ok instinct.”
He keeping kissing down your back until he reaches the hand of your bra, unhooking it quickly and letting it fall.
“Let me see those tits. How many guys have known how truly depraved you are? So hungry for this cock you can’t even speak.”
He leaned back up, grabbing your hips and grinding into your ass. He ran his hands on the tights covering your legs, grabbing them at the center. You waited with bated breath to hear the fabric rip, but it never came. You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes swimming with lust.
He was looking down at you, smirking widely with his tongue in his check. His hand was circling your ass, feeling the warmth of the flesh beneath his palm. You buried your face in the pillow, your eyes burning and pussy dripping. You wanted him to fuck you, no, needed him to fuck you until you went limp. But you weren’t prepared to beg for it. A sudden smack landed in your ass, causing you to gasp and yelp in surprise. You lurched forward at the impact, falling forward onto the mattress. Another one landed in the same spot, this one harder.
“So fucking rude. So fucking stubborn. So undeserving of this fat cock. But you’ll die without it won’t you?”
Smack. Smack. A fist in your hair, tugging you upward to rest on your elbows again. Another hard smack, your ass getting redder with every one.
“You’ll fall apart if you’re not bouncing on top of m, pussy clenching around me. I bet your cunt is crying right now, wanting me to fuck it so bad. I know exactly what your dirty disgusting little brain is thinking: I wish Papi would fuck me to death.”
Tears were steaming down your face, more being created with every harsh smack to your ass. But you were so fucking turned on and aching, clenching around nothing.
“I’m not going to stop. Aggressive cunts like you don’t get mercy. The only way I’ll let up on your poor blushing ass if if you beg. So beg, puta.”
It took everything in you to muster some voice.
“P-please. Please please Pablo.”
His grip on your hair tightened, pulling you further back. Your scalp began to burn from the pulling.
“Please what? What do you want from me?”
You looked at him with puffy red eyes and swollen lips as he waited for a response. He lifted a hand to his ear, pretending he couldn’t hear you.
“Pablo please. I need you.”
“Fuck me Pablo!! I need you to fuck me! Please please plea-“
Your begging was interrupted by the sound of fabric tearing, Gavi finally tearing your tights apart, the gaping hole giving him access to your panties .
“Look at how big this fucking wet spot is. You really are a fucking slut. Look how much you want to swallow this dick. You want it? How bad?”
“So bad Papi! So so bad. Please fuck me.”
At your begging, he pushed your head into the mattress, moving your panties, gripping them tightly to rip them in half. The pieces hung off in you as he ran a finger through your folds, feeling your wetness as he slid his pulsing erection into you with one hard thrust. You gasped out, gripping at the sheets.
He placed his hands on your hips, and started to fuck you with reckless abandon. Skin slapping was heard around the room, coupled with your high pitched moans and Pablo’s low, guttural gasp. He pulled you into him as he trust, cock hitting you deeply. He moved one hand up to grab at your boob, fucking you fast and hard.
The question had you seeing stars. You wanted to cum around him so bad.
“Please papi. Please. Wanna cum. Let me please.”
Gavi smiled at how fucked out you were. You couldn’t even form a full sentence with his coco buried deep inside you.
“Tell me you’re sorry for being bitchy to me earlier.”
He smacked your ass again, and you cried out louder than you ever had. You were getting closer to the edge until he stopped abruptly, pulling his whole cock out except for the head.
“You’re a slut. I’m going to treat you like a cum dump when necessary. You want more than that? Fucking apologize.”
“Im sorry for being a bitch to you. I’m sorry I was a cunt when I walked in the door. I wanted to get fucked and I’m sorryyyyy.” You whined out the last part as Gavi brought a hand down, two fingers rubbing your clit.
His breathing got heavy as he resumed his rushed thrusts, and you felt like you were ascending to heaven. Your kissy clenched down on Pablo tightly, making it harder for him to thrust, but making every movement even more fucking amazing. His fingers were digging into your hips, bruising your hip as he fucked all his frustration into you.
“Papi I- cumming… please don’t stop please.”
He kept his pace as you came undone around his cock, moaning so loudly that the entire street could hear. He kept thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high. He pulled out, flipping you onto your back, before entering you roughly again. The overstimulation started to set in, bring a fresh set of tears to your eyes. Pablo was quickly approaching his own orgasm, head thrown back as he thrust into you fast and hard, and you swore you could feel it in your throat.
“Your slut pussy can take it. You want my cum? You want to be my pretty little cum dumpster? Come on baby, take it. Take it.”
You brought your hand to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat against your palm. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and leaned over. His muscles were tensed as he punted you into the mattress. Be came shortly after, a guttural moan escaping his throat as he filled you with his warm load. Your head fell back, the sensation too overwhelming. He breathed deeply before he looked at your gaping hole, eyes widening as he watches his cum drip from your spent cunt. He uses two fingers to push it back into you, making you gasp, but you were too weak to move.
He finally laid down next to you, offering out a hand for you to cuddle into. You moved towards him, resting your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of him.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “for my attitude when I came home.”
He looked at you lovingly, kissing the top of your head. He clutched you closer to his chest, sleeping threatening to consume him.
“It’s okay, mi amor. You know I love funking that attitude out of you. Get some sleep now, we can talk in the morning.”
A/N: hey y’all - can someone explain why writing on this app makes me so incredibly sleepy??? Anyways, hope you enjoyed this degrading Gavi fic. I didn’t know if he had it in him until he stepped to Vini at the Classico. He for sure calls girls he sleeps with “sluts” but I’m all for it 😋 anyways, send me asks, leave comments, love y’all 🥰
