Colombian president Gustavo Petro, arguably our worst president in 70 years, is the perfect example of what happens when you let a leftist obsessed with theatrics, their image, and always having the “right” opinions reach power: Colombia is actively collapsing, with an economy on the gutter, low wages, price spikes, crime at an all time high, drug-funded terrorism not seen since 1999, and kids in the Guajira region still dying of hunger, and what is Petro doing? He’s pledging help towards starving children in Gaza, he’s denouncing Israel, he’s calling for peace in Ukraine, he’s questioning the presidency of Argentina and El Salvador, and just today, he called for US soldiers to disobey their president, earning himself the revoking of his visa and expulsion from the US.
He doesn’t care about governing Colombia, he doesn’t care about starving children, here or in Gaza, all he loves is hearing himself talk and be talked about in international media, he knows he lost the national one due to the aforementioned problems, as he doesn’t even try to fix his mistakes, he just wants to be known as the “savior of humanity”, and I bet you, he honestly believes he has a shot at a peace Nobel prize, and considering Santos got one, those imbeciles in Europe may actually do it.
It’s bullshit man, don’t make our mistake, don’t ever elect a guy like that!
Showing - Legend Of Ochi (AU)
Staring - Petro X Reader (Wife)
Rating - 18+ (Nudity / exhibitionism / raw sex / full sex / nipple play / fingering / breeding)
Reading Time - 15 min 1 sec (1951)
Petro was tried, as he usually was at this hour. He walked home in the bright morning sunrise, having spent all night at the border of the woods as per Maxims orders. He'd been awake all night, gun on his back to protect the village from the ochi. But finally he got to make his walk across the small island to his home. The adorable little log cabin he made by hand sat perfectly waiting for him as usual. As well as another, equally beautiful sight.
The log cabin sat snuggly in the mountain valley, close to the stream of fresh water from the tallest mountain on the island. The cabin was beautiful yet rustic with all the sweetness of home, smoke already puffing from the chimney. The cabin, surrounded by a small wooden porch keeping it high from the animals and rain water, with beautiful flowers and vegetables growing in the garden surrounding it.
In the garden however, was Y/n. Petro's wife. She'd come to visit the island only a year ago, and Petro had fallen so smitten that he almost immediately married her. She stood, barefoot as usual in the muddy grass, her long curls braided and pinned up, her short skirt barely covering her ass, her soft blouse half undone showing off a lot of cleavage, singing softly to herself as she plucked fresh apples from the trees.
Petro was caught off guard when he saw her, nearly choking at the image of his beautiful wife. He watched her for a moment, a stupid lovesick look on his face. ‘God, I love her…’ he thought to himself, He called out to her softly. "Lyubov' moya!”
Y/n happily waved before returning to her work, picking apples and adding them to the wicker basket under her arm. Singing her little song and twirling in the grass like a princess. As usual, not caring that her skirt was so short, and she had nothing under it, often leading to her exposing herself when she spun or bent over. Her blouse opened so much she risked her breasts toppling out when she bent town to pick up a fallen apple. But Y/n had always lived in the cabin, well aware they were miles from anyone and no one but Petro got to see her like this.
Petro, for not the first time, was very thankful for his wife's lack of concern. He stood for a moment, watching her pick apples and singing to herself until he couldn't bear it anymore. His arms snaked around her waist and hoisted her up against him, pulling her back against his chest. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "What a lovely sight to come home to." He murmured, his hands sliding down her hips.
Y/n merely giggled,
He chuckled against her neck, his hands skimming up her sides, fingers grazing her bare flesh between her blouse. He ran his hands slowly down her sides again, stopping at the hem of her skirt. He gripped the edge, toying with it. "This short little skirt…" He slid his hands up her skirt, palming her ass, a low groan leaving his lips as he pressed his chest to her back. "You're nearly naked, love." He murmured into her neck, a slight shake to his voice.
Y/n giggled. "I wait for husband…" She cooed her English still not quite perfect yet,
He grinned against her shoulder before pressing a soft kiss there, his fingers trailing a line up her thigh, stopping just shy of her pussy. "You wait like this for me..?" He asked huskily.
She nodded. "Mhm… I wait for husband, with ze coffee and ze fire and ze kitty."
He smirked against her neck, his hands wandering up her body again, brushing over her bare stomach. "My sweet, dutiful wife." He murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her breast.
Y/n giggled, squirming a little in his arms as he squeezed her breast through her thin cotton blouse,
He moaned at the feel of her soft curves in his hands, his fingers finding her stiff nipple through the fabric. "Such a…good girl." He murmured, lightly pinching her nipple. "My sweet little darling."
Y/n giggled slightly, squealing with excitement, her hips shifting a little, trying to squirm and buck with enthusiasm. "I have apples… to get," She teasingly cooed
He grinned, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her flush against his chest. His hands slipped beneath her shirt, palming her bare skin, grazing over her nipples. "Later." He murmured tossing her basket to the grass, "We have more important matters to attend to."
Y/n squealed as Petro janked her blouse open, exposing her bare breasts to the air, "Husband wants kitty?"
"That's right, my darling." He murmured, his hands on her bare breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. "He wants his kitty." He growled against her neck, his fingers skimming down her stomach to the hem of her skirt again.
Y/n squealed in excitement, leaning her back against Petro and rolling her head on his shoulder, as he pulled her skirt up to flash her bare pussy, already wet and dripping. "Hummm hubby .." she giggled
He groaned under his breath when he saw how wet she already was, his fingers sliding over her folds. "Mmm… You dirty girl…" His mouth was pressed against her neck, hands spreading her legs apart as his fingers found her clit, rubbing in circles. "Does kitty want her hubby?"
Y/n nodded enthusiastically.
He smirked against her neck, his hand sliding lower, pushing a finger into her wet pussy. "God, you're so wet love…" He murmured, adding a second finger. "Do you do this on purpose? Get all wet and waiting for me,”
Y/n didn't answer his question, her head laid on his shoulder, moaning softly in the native language as she always does, almost reverting to it when in pleasure. Her lips often parting to softly mutter "Petro…" The only time she ever uses his actual name is when he's pleasuring her,
Petro moaned against his neck, his fingers thrusting into her wet pussy. "My- God- fuck." He groaned, his hand reaching down to unbutton his trousers, freeing his cock. "You're- making it hard to think.."
Y/n giggled excitedly rubbing her ass on his cock. Blushing a little in pride.
He moaned again, a low, guttural noise as he gripped her hips, grinding his cock between her folds. "Dirty girl- god-" He panted against her neck, his hands sliding up to grip her breasts again. "You get off on this dont you? On- on just waiting for me?"
"I wait for husband…" She cooed between soft moans. "Husband comes home… Tried… Stressed… I help. Help hubby relax to sleep."
His hands ran over her body, sliding back down to her waist. He moaned against her neck as he thrust his cock between her folds, teasing her clit. "Yes…" He murmured. "You always- help me relax.."
Y/n bit back a scream, but happily bent over a little, not caring she was Basically naked, or that they were literally in their front garden.
He moaned, the sudden shift in position giving him a better angle. He pressed himself against her, his hands sliding back to grip her hips. "You- don't care who sees you like this?" He murmured into her ear, his fingers digging into her skin.
"Only for husband." She cooed kneeling in the grass,
Petro grinned, running a hand up her spine as he moved behind her. He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks. "That's right. You're all mine." He murmured. He slid the tip of his cock against her clit, spreading her wetness. "You're my pretty little wife-"
Y/n giggled, happily almost laying in their grass, surrounded by the apples fallen from the tree. Her ass up for Petro to use, her bare breasts against the grass. Perfectly happy and willing for her husband to use her like this when he got home.
Petro moaned again, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed the head of his cock against her tight pussy. "Nn- god- You're always so good for me-" He panted, the hands on her ass spreading her cheeks for him. "Always waiting…. You really need my cock, don't you?" He moaned,
"I make hubby happy, wait for husband with kitty ready." Y/n moaned,
He groaned, finally pushing his aching cock into her. "F-fuck- You make me so happy-" He moaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself entirely inside her. "Fuu-un- God you're so- good to me- so pretty-" His hands moved to her waist, holding her hips as he started to buck into her faster, his moans leaving him with each thrust. His head tipped back as he closed his eyes, lost in the feel of her. "Oh- god- yes-" He moaned out louder, his fingers digging into her soft skin as his pace quickened. The sound of his hips, slapping into her ass, filled the air. His hands moved up to her boobs, squeezing them roughly as he leaned his head over her back. "You feel so good- my- my wife--"
Y/n moaned, "Petro, Petro, petro." Over and over with each wave of pleasure, her eyes rolled back, and mouth hung open.
His hands slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit as he moaned against her back. "Such a- god- You're so good to me.." His pants were hot and heavy against her skin, his other hand moving to rub his fingers in fast circles across her clit. "Your sweet little pussy… feels so good.”
Y/n began screaming, getting closer to the edge. She glanced over her shoulder to briefly meet his eyes, barely able to choke out the words "Is.. ughh- is husband to … Mess for baby?" She cooed,
He moaned again, the sound of her needy words shooting straight to his cock. "You want me to mess inside you?" He panted, his hips moving faster. "You want me to breed that pretty little pussy?"
Y/n giggled and nodded,
"That's a good girl--" He moaned, as he started to pound into her faster. "Such a good girl.." His other hand left her clit, moving down to hold her hip stead as he started slamming into her. "Such a good-" He groaned. "I'm gonna fill you up so good,”
Y/n screamed his name over and over her eyes rolled back so close to her orgasm,
Petro moaned, his hips snapping forward rougher and rougher each thrust, the sounds of moans and skin-slapping filling the air. "Oh- god-" He panted. "I'm close, baby." His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back hard against him. "You're gonna- make me-"
Y/n screamed his name loudly her mouth falling open, her eyes rolling back, she clenched her pussy around his cock and squirted a little as she came. Before laying in the grass gasping hard,
"Fuu-ck- that's my girl- oh my god--" Petro panted, his fingers digging hard into her hips as he rode out her orgasm, trying to last. Just seeing her writhing in the grass as she came was enough to almost do him in.
His pace was frantic now, his hands sliding up her waist to her shoulder, holding her firmly against his hips. "You- god-" His hips snapped forward, his face buried in her neck. "you're gonna make me cum, baby-" Just as his release washed over him, he moaned out her name huskily, burying himself deep inside of her and grinding hard. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly as he rested his forehead on the back of her neck. "You're incredible.." He panted, still slightly out of breath. His hands moved up her sides, holding her chest as he stayed inside of her, trying to recover. "That was amazing…"
Y/n nodded ,squeezing her pussy around his cock a couple of times, a little giddy giggle in her throat. “Breakfast and bed, husband?”
