Well, it wasn’t exactly guilty, but you weren’t about to announce it to the world either. You read fanfiction. Specifically, fanfiction about him. Pedro. Your boyfriend. The man who, at this very moment, was in the kitchen making himself a snack, completely unaware that you were consuming questionable content about him on the internet.
It wasn’t your fault. People were creative, and some of them had a talent for capturing that irresistible mix of charm, warmth, and—let’s be honest—daddy energy he exuded. And maybe, just maybe, some of those fics were a little spicy.
You were in the middle of a particularly... intense paragraph when you heard footsteps approaching. Before your brain could catch up, Pedro walked into the room.
You panicked.
With lightning speed, you slammed your laptop shut, as if that alone could erase all evidence of your activities. But the sudden movement caught his attention immediately.
Pedro raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his deep brown eyes. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” you blurted, voice an octave too high.
“Oh, nothing, huh?” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like he already knew you were hiding something. “That was the most suspicious ‘nothing’ I’ve ever seen.”
You tried to play it cool. “Just... work stuff.”
He scoffed. “Uh-huh. Work stuff that makes you blush like that?”
Damn it. Your cheeks were burning.
He walked over, placing his hands on the back of your chair and leaning down until his face was right beside yours. “Come on, let me see,” he coaxed, voice smooth and teasing.
You shook your head rapidly. “Nope.”
“Please?”
“Nope.”
He grinned, lowering his voice into that dangerous tone. “Baby, please?”
Damn him and his irresistible charm.
With a dramatic sigh, you opened the laptop and handed it over. Pedro took one look at the screen and immediately started laughing. Like, full-body, shaking laughter.
“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “You’re reading fanfiction about me?”
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Just give it back.”
But he wasn’t done. His eyes scanned the words quickly, and then—oh no.
His smirk turned downright wicked.
“Wait, wait—this is a smut fic?” His grin widened as he kept reading. “Oh-ho-ho, this is explicit. Dios mío—is this what you think about when I’m not home?”
“Pedro—”
“Oh, wow. So you want me to do this to you tonight?” He glanced at you with faux innocence, tapping the screen. “Because I can make that happen, sweetheart.”
“Pedro, I swear—”
“Actually,” he mused, rubbing his chin. “This part? Right here? I could do better.”
Your soul left your body. “I hate you.”
“No, you love me.” He handed the laptop back, still smirking. “And apparently, you love reading about all the ways I could absolutely ruin you.”
You buried your face in a pillow as he laughed, obviously enjoying your suffering.
Then, after a moment, he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“Just so you know,” he murmured, voice dripping with promise, “you don’t have to read about it. You could always just ask.”
Your breath hitched.
Damn it.
You were never reading fanfiction around him again.
content warnings/tags: nsfw, contains smut, nipple play, choking (slightly), sex on the kitchen countertop, joel miller x f!reader.
You wake up to the smell of coffee drifting up the stairs and roll over onto your back with a groan as the sun shines on your eyes. You smile when you hear Joel downstairs making breakfast for the two of you, it's just so blissfully domestic. You stretch your whole body as you give a satisfied sigh, then grab the nearest item of clothing, which just happens to be Joel's denim shirt from the day before. You yawn as you slip it on, carelessly fastening enough buttons up so you're not completely exposed and make your way downstairs.
You make a beeline for the coffee machine, eyes still tired and mind still sleepy, you really needed some caffeine to wake you up. You put your mug under the spout, press the button and yawn while stretching again, with your arms up in the air, when warm hands gently snake around your waist from behind you. "Hey, that's my shirt," Joel teases, his already deep voice even deeper in the morning. He peppers kisses on the back of your neck; you can't help but smile as he pushes the collar of the shirt to the side a little with his nose so he can trail his lips across your shoulders. "Morning, baby," he whispers between kisses.
When he presses up behind you nice and close, his sweatpants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. "How do you look so beautiful right when you wake up, hmm? " He asks in a low voice, nearly a growl. He's such a sweet talker, you giggle despite yourself. He traces kisses along the bone of your shoulder while cupping your breasts. You smile at his actions, leaning into his hands and melting into his touch, "You're right, you're so lucky, babe," you say playfully, turning your head to kiss him on the cheek. He hums in your ear in response, nipping at the sensitive skin behind it, grinding his hard on into your ass at the same time.
"Mmm, someone's frisky this morning," you say, cupping his face with your hand. His hands slide into the open front of the shirt to grab onto one of your breasts, while the other wraps loosely around your throat. You inhale sharply, gripping the countertop hard when Joel pinches your nipple sharply between his thumb and pointer finger, his hand flexing against your throat. You both knew exactly where this was going, you make a low keening noise in your chest with need. Before you could react, he picks you up by the waist and spins you around, dropping you on the opposite kitchen counter.
You gasp as the cold, hard surface touches the heated skin on the back of your thighs. He places himself in between your spread legs and claims your lips into a heated kiss as you wrap both legs around his waist and grab his thick hair with both hands. He scratches his blunt nails down the length of your back, making you moan into his mouth. Joel's poor shirt doesn't stand a chance as he pulls apart both sides of the shirt you're wearing, you could hear buttons bouncing somewhere in the distance. He dips his head down to kiss on each of your now pebbled nubs as his hands explore every part of your exposed body. Being as in love with your nipples as he was, he goes right back to lick your right nipple while rubbing his thumb back and forth over your left one - occasionally giving it a little pinch - before putting his whole mouth over it to suck on and run his tongue across it. He does this while alternating the actions between the two nipples, paying equal attention to both.
You whimper, body vibrating with desire, as you grip his hair harder. Both of his hands then grab your hips, pulling you forward roughly to the edge of the counter. He pulls his sweats down and brings himself closer to you, teasing your lips with his tip, causing you to shiver. You could tell he's worked up by the way his eyes are serious and focused, concentrated on the pleasure. Before you could even draw a breath in, he buries himself into you to the hilt. Never truly getting used to the sheer size of his dick, you gasp but quickly sigh happily at the feeling, your head thrown back as Joel's lips are on your shoulder, nipping and sucking your skin.
He starts with a deep and harsh pace, thrusting slow, but hard enough to make you jerk forward, gasping with your mouth agape. Your moans get louder as he kisses your collarbone and makes his way up your neck to your jawline, making you clench around him on his next harsh thrust. Joel lets out a groan so deep, it makes you somehow even more turned on than you already were. Searing heat and urgency coursing through your veins, you use your hand on the kitchen counter as leverage and start to thrust back against Joel, meeting his hips with your own.
You're over the moon with pleasure when he angles his thrusts to better hit your sweet spot. The first time he does this, your hand goes from gripping his hair to fisting the front of his t-shirt, twisting the fabric so hard you could rip it. With the pounding of Joel's hips at that angle, you can feel the coil deep in your stomach starting to tighten. You could tell he was just as close as you were, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. His face is flushed, biting his bottom lip with his eyes screwed shut and his forehead wrinkled with concentration, he looked so beautiful in this moment.
His hips start to stutter, desperately chasing his own high as he takes you. You tighten around him, coaxing his orgasm while lost in the pleasure yourself. When he gives a final, sharp thrust, you moan as the orgasm washes over you, your whole body quivering as he stills with a deep grunt. You're both breathing heavily still holding onto each other and your legs still wrapped around his waist. “I think it’s safe to say that we’ve worked up an appetite, baby,” Joel laughs, still slightly panting, "You're going to love the spread of breakfast I made you." Yup, domestic bliss indeed.
Summary: His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of paid sex
A/N: it's been a long time since I managed to write something more than a headcanon, but you know, it feels I'm back, modestly and Pedro Pascal and his smooth clean shaven plus mustache face is to blame for my return, it has awakened something in me
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Javier was embarrassed, ashamed and mortified. He didn't want to do that, to ask you that, but at the same time he really did. More than that, he was desperate, he needed to ask and to know your answer. When he stepped inside your apartment earlier, all he could think of was standing by your side and taking care of you, while you went through another one of your dreadful migraine episodes. At first he was really torn between showing up or not, worried that would make him look like a sick lovey puppy, but at the same time, it was exactly what he was and even if he couldn't be with you in that way, he still wanted to be a part of it and enjoy some time with you, allowing himself to pretend there was something more than just the bond you two shared over a total unexpected friendship that grew between you both. He liked spending time with you overall, more so when you were alright, excited and willing to have a drink, go out, dance or just act as the only ray of sunshine that truly mattered in his life; but there was something about just standing silently next to you, making you a cup of tea and playing with your strands of hair very gently it made him come running to you every single time he sensed you weren't doing that well.
No matter if the lights were dimmed, if the TV was low and you were lying on the couch, your head on his lap as his fingers ran through your hair and he could just enjoy how cozy everything around him was. He still had a question, a doubt hammering his chest and it made him uneasy, needing to let it go and just get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.
“Cariño…” Javi's voice was soft as you opened your eyes at his calling, it always made you flutter to be addressed like that by him “...can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, Javi…”
“I-I like this woman… I don't know how to approach her, and what should I do?”
There he said it. It was out in the open, his pathetic question aimed at you with a slightly shaken voice, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt himself back in the seventh grade. He needed to know, he needed to open up and tell you you were that woman, he needed to see if he had any chance with you, but then, he couldn't bring himself into doing it, it was paralyzing, because it wasn't just lust, or a silly crush, it was more than that, it was craving, passion, love.
You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh softly, not sure where that joke was coming from. Why was Javier talking like an inexperienced schoolboy was a mystery to you, so raising your head from his lap and sitting straight up on the couch, staring at him with a confused frown, you could see there was no laughter, not even a smirk, he was completely serious about his question and you felt unsure what to say.
“Oh.. you mean that?! I'm sorry..” you chuckled a little embarrassed and licked your lips thinking of what to say next, being honest was always the best and the go to option between the two of you “well, Javi that's surprising, I mean, you are Javier Peña, women like you, not the other way around you know what I mean? You can get any girl you want, so this one just made you lost?”
Javi took a deep breath and ran his hand through his jaw, looking at you and nodding, making it so obvious his discomfort.
“Yeah…” his hand traveled through his hair still shyly “I just like her, for real… thought it wouldn't happen to me, the idea of, you know, being in love seemed so distant. I don't know what to do”
“Is this like Lorraine?”
Javi chuckled at that; the only love reference you ever got from him was a woman he left at the altar when he wasn't much more than a teenager. He was a mess, not being able to develop a single meaningful relationship in his life and suddenly aiming for it with you, while you weren't even aware of that. Shaking his head, he looked into your eyes
“No, Lorraine was different… I liked her, but I didn't love her. I was also younger, immature and a real dick, but that was long ago and she forgave me and found a decent man to build a family with. This is different now, I don't know what to do, what to say, I feel I'm not enough…”
“Well Javi…”
“All I'm saying is that I feel I'm not worthy, you know? What could I do so she would see I'm real..”
“You can always stop the whoring, Javi”
You shrugged and smiled, sort of joking at the same time he tilted his head and watched you attentively, he wasn't expecting that answer but now he got it, he was intrigued.
“What I mean is that if you want to show this girl you like her, you gotta stop going after any women, no prostitutes, that kind of stuff. You see, if it were me for example, it would be a deal breaker, I wouldn't want to be with a man who does that. No offense Javi, you are a great guy, but in a romantic sense I guess no woman would be okay with knowing their boyfriend is well-known all over the whorehouses in Bogota… it would be embarrassing, humiliating even, to know whenever you get into a place with your boyfriend everyone knows he's been sleeping around”
Javier went silent. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he stared into your eyes. That's what you thought of him; he knew you didn't mean to offend him, you knew you didn't judge him for his ways of life, as long as you remained in the friendship area. It was as clear as the sky you would never be involved with him. He couldn't even blame you for it, only himself for ever thinking he could have a shot with you. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't necessarily offended, he was simply disappointed in himself and his unrealistic expectations, he was heartbroken because he had ruined everything before he could even start it.
“Y-you think she wouldn't be with me because of that?”
You noticed how upset Javi seemed and you immediately regretted the words you'd said. You were so used to being honest and straightforward towards him, it didn't even occur to you your words could hurt him. Words never seemed to hurt Javier Peña in the first place, so why was that so different? It didn't make any sense to you, sighing you looked into his beautiful sad eyes once more.
“I don't know her, Javi… maybe this isn't a big deal for her, all I'm saying is that if it were me, I wouldn't be okay with it, I guess, but you're a wonderful man, no matter what and if she's worthy of you, she'll love and accept you no matter what”
“You think I'm disgusting?”
His words broke your heart, you could never think that of him, he was your Javi, and even if you didn't agree with his way of living, you cared about him. Placing your hands on his cheek and caressing them gently.
“Of course not, Javi… I am just jealous I guess, I wouldn't want that many women around my man, and I think you deserve so much better than that. You are handsome, sweet, intelligent, you shouldn't have to pay for that, you should be able to have a family…”
You said sweetly and Javi gave you a sweet, sad smile, you didn't know if he agreed or not, but he held your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. He'd always been so gentle with you, he was often much better than you deserved it. Whoever that girl was, she was damn lucky.
“Do you mean that, cariño?”
“Yes, amor…”
Javi's heart raced as you called him that. Amor. Love. Could it possibly be it? Perhaps he did have a chance?
“You know Javi, the embassy ball is coming, maybe you should invite your girl to come with you” you suggested and he chuckled, it was his turn to place his hands on your cheeks, always dwarfing them with how big he was compared to you. Javi still wondered if you were playing hard to get or if you really hadn't realized you were his girl.
“You're right cariño, but I could invite anyone in the world, and none of them would be as beautiful as you are”
He loved you, his heart ached from the longing he felt, he didn't know if he had a chance with you, sometimes he thought so, and sometimes he was sure you were way out of his league, but one thing he knew for sure: he'd love you for the rest of his life no matter what.
Summary: You’re Javi’s assistant and organise a party to celebrate his birthday. However, amongst all the music and entertainment, Javi’s too focused on unwrapping his birthday present early, which of course, happens to be you.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, mdni, no use of y/n, no age mentioned, brief description of reader (she has hair that can be pulled and she also wears makeup), alcohol consumption, soft!Javi, but also slight dom!Javi, fingering, f!oral, P in V, unprotected sex, mirror sex, creampie, soft ending 🥹
I’m so excited to finally be sharing this with all of you! Javi Gutierrez has the warmest place in my heart and I had to write about him. Please let me know your thoughts and I hope you all enjoy this very smutty little drabble!
The biggest shoutout to @schnarfer for her continuous support and helping me with this! Forever grateful 💕
Javi’s been watching you all night.
And it wasn’t quick looks in your direction or subtle glances.
You’re standing in the corner of the room and the party’s already in full swing. Your eyes focus on the busy crowd, nervous palms smoothing out the creases in your dress and clutching onto your champagne flute. You slowly lift the glass up to your lips and take a sip, the mixture of fruity flavours and acidic bubbles bursting all over your tastebuds.
The sound of music and voices fills the open space. There’s a round of applause and laughter as it decorates the night sky, the clinking of bottles and the tapping of heels echoes in your ear drums, the scattering of fairy lights shining and displaying the beauty of Javi’s home.
You stay back and observe him while he weaves through the busy crowd. You breathe in heavily, smiling at the broadness of his back, his shoulders flexing and covered in a dark, forest green blazer, with his shirt unbuttoned underneath, revealing a glimpse of his sun-kissed chest. His hair was partially slicked back with gel, his beard neatly trimmed and soft curls resting on the nape of his neck.
You’re weak at the knees, unconsciously clenching your thighs together.
Lucas is standing next to you as you both delve into simple conversation. You’re trying so hard to concentrate, eyes reading and mapping out the movements of his lips to help understand the words that leave them, but you can’t. You need Javi. You have to have him, right now.
A warmth travels up your spine and the hairs on your arms stand up, the scent of vetiver and amber opening up your nostrils and filling your lungs. A large hand suddenly caresses your lower back, and you shiver.
Lucas’s eyes widen, raising his glass up in celebration. “Javi!” He says, his smile full and joyful. “Nice to finally see you, happy birthday my friend.”
“Thank you, Lucas,” Javi answers, also lifting his glass towards Lucas as they both take an honourable sip of their champagne. “Glad you could make it.”
“What, and miss this?” Lucas continues, moving his gaze over Javi’s shoulder and checking the crowd. “Place is looking great cousin, you’ve done a real good job.”
Javi chuckles, giving your hip a firm squeeze. “I wish I could say that I helped in making all of this happen but…then I’d be lying. It’s this one you should be complimenting.” Javi pulls you closer, his whole hand now wrapped around your waist and giving you a nudge, “Done all the planning and organising herself.”
Lucas raises his eyebrows and smirks at you. “She’s too good for you Javi.” He sneers, winking at you.
“She’s done an incredible job,” Javi applauds, “always working hard for me.”
Javi was never one for missing an opportunity to congratulate you on your efforts and hard work. He adored you; he knew how much of your life you put into him and his profession, and he loved showing you his appreciation.
This appreciation of course, would come in many different forms.
“You better have a birthday speech tucked away in that blazer Javi,” Lucas says, pulling you out of your daydream. “You know we’re all expecting one.”
Javi pauses, his hold on your waist dropping to the curve of your backside. “It’s funny you say that…” he says, his eyes darkening, “that’s the reason I came over here.”
He gives your ass a small squeeze.
“I do have a speech planned out, however…” He looks directly at you. “There are just parts of it I’m not too happy with. Thought I could run through my ideas with you.”
You nod with hidden urgency. “Of course Javi, that’s what I’m here for.”
A few moments later you’re both saying goodbye to Lucas and making your way towards the house, his hand gently ushering you through the crowd of people.
He stops in his tracks, lips ghosting over your ear.
“Go upstairs mi amor. I’ll be there in 5.”
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Javi pushes the door open with a firm shove, his mouth attacking yours in a fervour and fingers threading through your hair as his strong frame leads you further into his bathroom, the back of your thighs hitting the marbled corner of his sink.
You gasp at the coldness on your fiery skin, lips parting and breaking away from his mouth. Javi is relentless, moving his kisses to your blushed cheeks and lower to your jaw and neck, sucking lightly on your skin that pulses rapidly against his lips and tongue.
Gripping onto his shoulders you throw your head back, giving him more access to you as you moan out his name and claw at his back. Your eyes flutter closed from his marking, his lips continuing to suck and teeth biting at your sweet spot.
You wish this could last the rest of the night, but Javi has people waiting for him, and soon, his guests will be wondering where he’d gone to. His absence away will lead to suspicion, and suspicion could lead with you both getting caught. It hurts, but this has to be quick, so with palms flat on his chest you force him away, fumbling with his belt buckle and frantic fingers yanking at his belt loops, his blown-out pupils watching you intensely.
“Javi.” You warn, “baby we have to be—”
“Quick,” He softly interrupts, “I know cariño, I know.”
Freeing his belt you pull down his zipper, your hand palming his growing cock over his boxers, feeling the hardening shape of him in your small hold.
“See what you do to me.” Javi murmurs, his lips skimming across your shoulder, “Can you feel how hard you make me. Bebé, you have no idea how badly I want you.”
Javi wraps his arms around your back, pressing his erection into your stomach and groaning at the relief it gives him. He’s so close, your body trapped between his grasp and the sink behind you.
“You’re so beautiful…” Javi says, his eyes raking over the top of your dress, the material tight against your breasts, hips and waist. “You look stunning in this dress querida.”
“It’s for you Javi. I wore it tonight, for you.”
He likes that. “Is that right?” He drags his eyes over your dress again and up to your lips. “You wore this dress for me? Is this my little birthday treat?”
Your heart quickens, and all you can do is stand there, motionless, staring at his mouth, licking your own in anticipation.
Javi smirks at you, cocking his eyebrows, his index finger follows the strap of your dress.
“Mmm, as much as I love this on you…” He murmurs, sliding the strap off your shoulder, the top of your breasts peeking out of the sweetheart neckline.
“I think it’ll be much prettier if I wasn’t on you at all. Don’t you think?”
You shudder.
He stares at you in wonder, his touch showing more of your bare and delicate skin. “You gonna be good and let me unwrap my birthday present?”
Yes. Fuck, please take it off.
Javi’s hands move to your half-covered breasts, squeezing them, swiping and pinching his digits over your nipples as they harden under his touch. He tugs at the thin strap that still rests on your shoulder, staring at your collarbone.
The material brushes lightly over your breasts and waist until it pools around your feet, kicking the fabric to the side with your heel.
“Fuck, look at you,” he gazes, taking all of you in, “and no bra too. You’re just begging for it, aren’t you hermosa.”
You’re already throbbing, body now completely bare except for the black thong that covers your sex. There’s a rush twisting in the pit of your core from the way you’re standing so exposed like this, so naked in front of him when he’s still fully clothed.
It excites you.
Reaching up to his blazer you remove it quickly, hungry eyes gaping at the spread of his chest and arms. You rub your thighs together, arousal seeping over your underwear and through the material, the fabric wrecked and sticking to your puffy folds and swollen clit.
You want him. You need him, now.
Javi’s hand follows the curve of your hips and inches closer to your anticipating sensitivity. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your thong, wetting the tip of his digits with your juices.
You clutch onto his shirt, eyes widening and squealing at the sensation, moans leaving your mouth in erratic sobs of pleasure. Javi opens you up with two fingers and slips one past your entrance. Fuck you’re completely soaked for him, the squelching sound of your arousal filling the room as he curls his finger upwards and adds a second finger, moving them in a slow and almost painful rhythm.
“Always so wet bebé. I’ll never get enough of how messy this pussy gets for me.”
“Please, Javi.”
His eyes close, getting lost in the warmth and slickness of your walls hugging his fingers. “Cariño, I know I said we were gonna be quick but I need to savour this. I have to taste you.”
Javi’s on his knees before you can acknowledge his words, his fingers moving your thong to the side and mouth delving into your folds, his tongue and lips sucking on your clit.
He grunts into your pussy and inhales your scent, the tip of his tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves as he keeps your legs spread apart, your hands knotting and messing his hair as you rub your cunt on his face.
“You have the prettiest pussy,” You hear him say, his words muffled, “so sensitive bebé.”
He licks at your arousal that seeps out of you, collecting it all on his tongue, the tip of his fingers fucking you and stroking your g-spot.
“Fuck, Javi.” You whimper, eyes moving towards the bathroom door. “I don’t wanna wait—I need more. W-want you to fuck me. Give me your cock, please.”
He removes his lips from you with a final suck on your clit, rising back onto his feet and lowering his trousers and boxers in a fast and hasty motion. His cock bounces up to his stomach, his length throbbing, his head red and responsive and his slit weeping.
“Tasted so good cariño,” He breathes, his lips and moustache wet and glossy with your arousal. “You want me to fuck you now? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes please.” You whimper, turning your body around and bracing your hands on the counter, opening your legs wider and bending your back, moving your ass closer to his cock. Your eyes watch his every move in the mirror.
He drags your panties down your legs before the tip of his cock notches at your entrance, rubbing his whole length along your pussy and covering himself with your sweetness.
“You know I love hearing those noises you make for me.” He coos, eyeing you in the reflection, “But I need you to be good and stay quiet. Think you can do that? Think you can behave when I fuck you like the good girl you are?”
“Y-yes Javi.” You choke out. “Please. Give it to me, I can be quiet, I’ll be so good—”
Your voice cuts off as Javi fills you in one deep thrust, his groin making contact with the curve of your ass. You gasp out in shock and surprise, eyes rolling back at the burning sting trickling down your skin.
“That’s it.” He praises, swirling his hips as his tip reaches deeper, “Feel me. Feel how much my cock fills this small cunt.”
Your breathing is quick, your walls pulsing around his length as you try to adjust to his large size.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Javi grits, fingers digging into your hips. “How am I supposed to last when you feel like this. You’re choking me baby.”
“Relax for me.”
He slowly pulls his length out when he feels your walls loosen around him, starting at a hurried pace and driving back into you hard.
It’s overwhelming. Your weight falls onto your elbows, the power of Javi’s movements causing tears to prick on your lash line, that coil in your stomach building up and spewing over.
“Taking me so well querida,” He purrs, “doing so good for me.”
Skin slaps against skin, hands gripping onto the marble counter as you lose yourself in him, your mind completely fogged and vision blurred by bliss.
Javi hauls you up and presses his chest against your back, holding onto your jaw with a firm grasp, directing your gaze so you’re watching yourself in the mirror.
“Look—“ Javi grunts. “Open your eyes and watch yourself hermosa. This cock fucks you good, don’t it. Can’t even speak she’s so fucked out. Shit—tell me how good I’m making you feel.“
“S-so good Javi. Feels so good.”
You fix your stare on the reflection in the mirror, your cheeks crimson and make-up smudged, your skin hot and hair knotty, Javi’s body continuing to move quickly and steady behind you.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful. Keep your eyes on me and watch how I fuck you. Wanna watch you come apart on my cock.”
Javi focuses on where you’re connected, his mouths agape as he groans out, watching his cock plunge into your spent cunt, his dick saturated and glistening, your juices running down his thighs and wetting the coarse hairs.
“Christ it just keeps coming bebé,” He chuckles breathlessly, “Shit you’re so wet, fucking perfecta.”
Javi lifts up your leg and rests your knee on the edge of the counter, his cock delving even further inside your walls.
“Fuck—Javi!” You shout, hand outstretched and holding onto the back of his neck.
He bites your earlobe and you can feel his smile on your skin. “So much for being quiet mi amor. You gonna let everyone know who’s fucking you this good? You gonna scream it out of everyone to hear?”
You suck on your bottom lip, mumbling your whines and moans as they threaten to pour over.
He touches you everywhere. His hands kneading and circling your hard nipples, his tongue licking your salty skin, fingers threading through your hair and yanking it into a makeshift ponytail.
“That’s it princesa,” Javi praises. “I can feel you’re close, sucking me so tight. You gonna come for me?“
“Yes…,” You cry out, “M’so close Javi. P-please don’t stop.”
“Never bebé. Never going another day without seeing you like this. Go on, show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”
Javi’s holds you steady when he knows your body’s about to shake and fall, his strong arms wrapping around and fingers lowering to toy with your clit and glide his digits through your slick folds.
“Oh fuck…Javi—”
Your climax hits you without any warning, body trembling and legs weak. Javi’s voice is warm and soft, coaxing you through your orgasm. You watch him in the reflection as you release more of yourself all over his length, coming with a silent cry and gushing on him with more of your juices.
“What did I do to deserve you,” Javi murmurs. “Shit, you feel heavenly.”
Javi’s temples drip with sweat, his curls falling onto the dampened skin of his forehead. His eyebrows furrow and his nose crinkles in concentration, his thrusts becoming sloppy, your walls pulling him closer to his own release.
“Buena niña. Fuck, I’m gonna come.“
“Inside,” You whisper, “Come inside me Javi.”
With one last shove of his cock, Javi’s hips still as he spills himself inside you, his thighs quivering and painting your walls with his hot come.
He chants your name, his body going limp and collapsing on you, his voice wavering and fanning across the back of your neck.
Javi stays nestled inside you, lips kissing your shoulder blade, his hot breath fanning across your skin and hands rubbing up and down your arms.
He winces when he pulls himself out of you, his come leaking out and dripping down your thighs.
He licks the inside of your mouth when you turn around to face him, gasping out at the feel of his fingers inching between your legs, collecting his come on his fingers and pushing it back inside you.
“Come on,” He sighs, “let’s clean ourselves up.”
You both freshen up and get redressed, fixing your make-up and the mascara that’s smudged under your eyes. The clanking of a belt buckle is heard behind you as you thread your fingers through your hair, removing the tangles from Javi’s tenacious grip.
You haven’t looked at Javi, and when your head perks up towards him, he’s already staring at you, his eyes wide and smile gentle.
“Fuck you’re gonna be trouble for me hermosa. You expect me to go back down after that?”
You roll your eyes, ignoring his words, but you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. “Did you really have a speech planned? Or was that an excuse to get us away from everyone?”
“I do have a speech planned,” he laughs, moving towards you and placing a kiss on the side of your cheek, staring back at you in the mirror. “I just really needed to have you to myself, just for a little while.”
You hum. “Well it definitely worked.”
“I knew it would,” he teases, flashing you the most joyful smile. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you.”
Slicking back the curls at the front of his face you kiss his lips one last time.
hey this is my 1st ever request lmao but i think you’re the perfect person to write it!! so basically my idea is at some point reader joins up with ellie and joel before they get to Jackson and during the night that they spend there he hears reader masturbating while walking by her door. and pervy!joel slash dark!joel comes out…. 👀👀👀
(also i’m going anon because i’m on my personal and honestly i’m low key embarrassed 😆)
caught touching yourself
300 / darkish!Joel x f!reader / master
I8 +mdni mildly dubcon, masturbation, brief PIV
He uses a pin to open the door without knocking and you freeze under the blanket with your hand between your legs. He locks the door beind him. “Thin walls,” he says as he takes in the view. “Don’t you dare stop now. Lord knows we both need it.” As he approaches your bed, he closes his hand around the protrusion in his boxers and god is it big. “I know you’ve had your eye on it."
Your cheeks burn, he’s not wrong The sexual tension has been killing you, and now that you have a little privacy, you’re finally trying to give yourself some relief. He slowly pulls the blanket back and you don’t stop him, but you say, “I, uh, I can’t–”
“You sure as hell can.”
He takes his hard cock out of the flap in his boxers. “You need help gettin' started again?” His massive hand reaches for your wet pussy. He uses your hand to rub you, then slides his own finger inside for a moment. “Do it,” he says more firmly. As he takes his hand away, you hesitantly begin to comply while he strokes himself with your slick and his precum.
“I can’t with you watching me.”
“Doesn’t turn you on?” He looks down at himself. “Then get this out of the way if you’re not gonna use it.” He throws your hand off to the side and pries your legs open, then puts himself between them. “This what you were thinkin’ about?”
You nod shyly.
“Let’s get on with it then.” He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, then plunges into you with a grunt, his girth making you gasp. His cock feels every bit as good as you've imagined every single night. He fucks you slow and hard. “Ahhh. . . been thinkin' about this for weeks, sweetheart.”
// I may go on a bit of a drabble blitz. As always, thank you for reading!
I'd just like to preface this SHIT Drabble by saying I'm literally writing in in work so that it doesn't leave my brain. Inspired by my managers friend who literally found out they're 6 months pregnant last week under the same circumstances, praying for you girl. Like all traumatising experiences I like to thing of Pedro handling me in the situation, this one probably made a lot more sense in my head. Let's hope I come back to the to improve it or progress it.
'You’re 6 months pregnant”
You laughed confused, maintaining eye contact with the doctor.
‘No I’m not’
The room immediately became thick with awkwardness.
‘The tes-’
‘Is wrong. I’ve got the implant. No bump. No symptoms’
You listed off all the reasons you couldn’t be pregnant. It was only by chance you had required a trip to the doctors. A holiday was booked with your closest friends for next month. You had only come in to get some anti-anxiety medication for the flight you were so scared of, a blood test was routine before you could get it.
Your doctor’s eyes squinted slightly, trying to figure out how to handle the conversation. You held their gaze refusing to look at anything else, especially Pedro who was beside you completely silent.
‘The results are yours. We can run another one if you would like but you are 6 months pregnant. 6 and a half to be more precise’
Your eyebrows furrowed, the doctor started a spiel you couldn’t quite focus on. They provide you with a few pregnancy tests to use in the bathroom. You leave to do them alone, you haven’t looked at Pedro since the doctor dropped the bombshell that was obviously-
‘Positive’ Both tests displayed strong second lines as you felt the blood drain from your head.
~
Pedro shut your car door as he makes his way to the other side. You haven’t said a word since returning from the bathroom tests in hand. He gets into the driver's side but can’t bring himself to turn on the engine just yet. Your head is completely blank, normally you would spiral but the shock has prolonged that still.
‘Are you ok’
You can barely shake your head, you finally look at him. ‘Are you?’
Deafening silence fills the car. You’ve no idea how much time has passed before Pedro eventually begins the drive home. You’re completely spaced out until you approach your street.
‘I don’t want to go home’
‘Ok baby, where do you want to go’
Pedro reduces his speed dramatically giving you time to think.
‘I think I need to be alone’ You blurt out.
‘Ok’ Pedro maintains his calm demeanour, attempting to regulate the panic he watched creep into your eyes.
‘Is that ok’ A lump appears in your throat.
‘Can you be alone in the house?’
He proposes a safe compromise but you shake your head, your breath catching in your throat.
‘In the car’ Another suggestion.
You shake your head unbuckling your seatbelt before Pedro has reached your home. He calls your name, a gentle warning to not do anything dangerous.
‘I think I just…. I need to….’ You struggle to figure out what you need to do.
‘Breathe with me’ Pedro parked the car and unbuckled himself, twisted towards you he grabs your hands, pecking them before meeting your eye.
‘It’s ok’ He begins. ‘You can be alone but I need you safe, do you want me to take you somewhere?’ You shake your head. ‘Ok baby but I don’t think now would be the best time for you to drive a car, do you want me to leave?’ You shake your head again.
‘I’ll take a walk?’ You suggest, it was a cloudy day making it quite quiet.
‘Ok Cariño, do you have your phone on you?’
You nod, checking your pocket. He kisses you on the cheek, unsatisfied he gently grabs your face planting a lingering kiss on your lips. You rest your forehead on his having a silent conversation. You would clear your head, come back and have the conversation. For now you needed to take in everything. You swallowed your guilt for needing to be alone, wishing that you could instead process this beside Pedro. You leave before you suffocate on the silent questions lingering in the car and make your way down the street wondering how the hell your life had changed so much within the space of an hour.
Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me
pairing: dom!pedro x fem!reader
genre: small drabble, unedited
word count: 444
warnings: fluff, kissing, teasing, lil age gap
note: PLZ ik this is a kpop oriented acc, but I want to write about what comes to mind and rn what comes to mind is HIM. God forbid a woman have hobbies, lol maybe I should stop re-watching Narcos🕴🏾- dubu♡
“I am going to eat your soul, and shit it out LESNICKI,” the TV screamed loudly, your eyes widening in delight as you watched your favorite movie for the millionth time.
You were getting ready for a night out with your boyfriend, and the only thing comforting enough to fill the silence of your apartment was the sound of a horror film. Your obsession with horror movies stemmed from an early age, but it’s one of the many quips Pedro loves about you.
You could talk for hours about your favorite movies, quoting lines like a most prestigious dork award was to be given after your efforts. He could send you tumbling over in laughter one minute, but have you writhing under him the next.
He used his talent to his advantage, what could he say? Someone as beautiful as you decided to give him a chance. While you were questioning your luck the entire first date.
You heard the door to your apartment open, jumping slightly when the TV simultaneously emitted a loud noise. “Y/N?” You heard his voice call you from the living room, heavy footsteps making their way deeper into your place.
“Almost ready!” You stood up from your vanity, pulling up the zipper on the black skirt you wore.
You ran to your bedroom door swinging it open in excitement. You were met with the familiar smell of his cologne, wrapping your arms around his towering frame.
“Hey sugar,” his lips stretched into a smile, leaning over to kiss you smoothly. He felt cold, the faint taste of mint and cigarettes still on his breath. You melted into the kiss, content and moving your arms to drape over his neck.
Mmm, you hummed against his lips remembering the lip gloss you just applied, sheepishly pulling away to stare at his glossy lips.
“Thanks I needed that,” he said sarcastically, wiping the lipgloss from his lips with a swipe of his thumb. Winking at you as a finale, you laughed at his expression.
“You look so handsome,” you said tugging at his suit jacket, loving the tight fitting black shirt on him. “You look like money, baby.” He kissed your hand sweetly, asking you to give him a spin. You happily complied.
“Come on we should get going,” he said grabbing your coat from the bed, watching as you bent over to put on your heels. Taking the opportunity he aggressively grabbed your ass , contemplating if you should leave after all.
“You’re right, we don’t want to miss drinks.” You insist turning around, smirking at him knowingly. He shoves his hands in his pocket, titling his head suddenly.
