hi, can i please get a dark mocha with whipped cream, and almond/soy milk, fish and chips, potato gnocchi, and club soda? with pepe marti x female!reader. (and if it’s possible can it be their first time together where the reader has experience, but pepe does not?)
Sure Darling ♥️
Pepe Marti|
Loving First Bites
Pairing pepe × fem reader
Warning smut
dark mocha dating whipped cream sweet sex almond milk vaginal sex fish and chips hickeys potato gnocchi “Shh, just look at me, baby.” club soda pillow talk
Seven and a half months. That’s how long Pepe and Y/N had been together. It was the kind of relationship that grew from shy glances and hesitant texts into something warm and grounding. They were best friends before anything else — partners in late-night walks, stolen fries, and heart-to-hearts under fairy lights.
On this particular night, it was raining softly outside, the window fogged slightly, a small lamp casting golden light across the room. They were on Pepe’s bed, limbs tangled under a throw blanket, a quiet playlist humming in the background. The movie they’d been watching had long faded into background noise. Now it was just them, breathing the same slow air, their hands intertwined.
Pepe looked over at Y/N, his thumb brushing over their knuckles. “You’re staring,” he said softly, a smile playing on his lips.
Y/N flushed, laughing quietly. “So are you.”
He rolled onto his side to face them better, his fingers now trailing slowly up Y/N’s arm. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” Y/N said, heartbeat already fluttering.
He hesitated a little, chewing his bottom lip before meeting their eyes. “Have you… been thinking about it? Us, I mean. That next step.”
Y/N’s throat felt a little dry, but they nodded. “Yeah. I have.”
Pepe let out a breath—part relief, part nerves. “I didn’t want to rush you. I just… I’ve been thinking about it too. And not just in that way. I want it to mean something. With you, it would.”
Y/N sat up slightly, turning to face him fully. “I feel the same. I’ve never wanted to be this close with anyone before. But with you… it just feels right.”
He leaned in, his hand finding the side of their face, thumb grazing just beneath their jaw. “Are you sure? We can stop anytime. It doesn't have to be now.”
“I’m sure,” Y/N whispered. “Only if you are.”
Their kiss was slow — soft, then deeper. Intentional. There was no rush in their touches, only discovery, mutual care, and the occasional nervous laugh when one of them bumped a knee or fumbled with a button. They moved like they were learning a language together — the language of trust, affection, and desire.
“I’m a little nervous,” Pepe admitted, his forehead resting against theirs.
“Me too,” Y/N breathed, brushing their nose against his. “But it’s you. That makes it feel okay.”
Their bodies moved closer, and so did their hearts — every breath, every whisper was filled with something deeper than just want. It was love. Real, honest love.
Pepe fumbled with the condom wrapper, nerves making his hands clumsy. Y/N watched him, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in quick gasps. Their first time, and they were both a mess of anticipation and awkwardness.
"I'm trying, I'm trying," Pepe muttered, finally tearing the wrapper open. He rolled the condom on, his hands tougher this time. He laid on the bed next to her and lapped at her neck.
“Was that your first time putting one on?” Y/N giggled.
“Oh God.”
“Come here,” she said, pulling him down for a kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, warm and eager. Pepe's hands roamed Y/N's curves, exploring every inch of her. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hips pressing against his. He was drawn to her breasts, heavy and full. He gripped them, sucking on her nipples, making her gasp.
Their laughter earlier had dissolved into a charged silence, the air thick with tension. Pepe slid a hand between Y/N's legs, feeling her wetness. She bucked against him, eager. He rubbed her clit, his fingers slick with her arousal.
“Shh, just look at me, baby.”
He kissed her, his tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers. She moaned, her hips moving in sync with his touch. Then quick, he positioned himself at your entrance, and pushed in slowly. She gasped, her eyes meeting his. “Tighter, I want you tighter,” he said.
He began, slowly moving in and out of her. His breath came quicker, his body tensed, and his movements became more and more urgent. His hips pressed against hers, his cock sinking deeper. He raised himself on his knees and hurriedly sucked the skin of her breasts and neck. “Mark me,” she moaned. He sucked the skin of her breasts, her shoulders, her neck. They both moved together, he could feel her tightening round him and hear her breathing getting faster.
He saw her eyelids flutter, her breath hitch. He moved faster, his body slamming against hers. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came. He followed soon after, his body shivering as he released inside her. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat. They lay there, laughing softly, their bodies entwined.
As they caught their breath, Pepe rolled off Yin, taking care to dispose of the condom before pulling her close. Her body fit perfectly against his, their limbs tangled in a sweaty, satisfied mess. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, smiling at the hickeys he'd left on her skin.
"God, that was amazing," Yin murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I can't believe we just did that."
Pepe chuckled, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her hip. "Believe it, baby. We just did." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his. He could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, matching his own.
Y/N's hand ventured down, wrapping around him. He was already hard again, eager for more. She stroked him, her touch light and teasing. "Already?" she whispered, a smile playing on her lips.
"With you? Always," he growled, flipping her onto her back. He settled between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. She was wet and ready, her body welcoming him. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring every moment.
She gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Faster," she demanded, her hips bucking against his. He obliged, his pace quickening. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in quick circles, feeling her body tense around him. He felt his heart rate grow faster. He could hear her moan harder.
"Oh, fuck, Pepe," she panted, her body convulsing as she came again. He followed soon after, his body shuddering with release. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
The room was quiet now, the kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty — just full of everything unspoken, like a song that had faded but still lingered in the air.
Pepe and Y/N lay tangled beneath the blankets, bodies warm and close, the dim lamplight painting their skin in honey tones. His fingers traced slow, aimless circles along Y/N’s back, while their cheek rested against his chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Neither of them wanted to speak first, afraid words might make the moment shift — but it was too full not to be shared.
“Hey,” Pepe said softly, breaking the quiet.
Y/N looked up at him, a sleepy, content smile playing on their lips. “Hi.”
He looked at them for a long moment. “You okay?”
Y/N nodded. “Yeah. More than okay.” They shifted a little closer, fingers drawing tiny shapes across his ribs. “You?”
He let out a breath that was half a laugh. “Honestly? That felt like... everything.”
“It did,” Y/N agreed quietly. “It wasn’t perfect, but… it was real. And it was us.”
He smiled, his fingers grazing up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. “I was so nervous. I kept thinking I was going to mess something up.”
“You didn’t,” they whispered. “You made me feel safe. That’s all I wanted.”
Pepe kissed the top of their head. “I kept waiting for it to feel awkward or too much, but... it didn’t. It just felt right. Like… we trusted each other completely.”
Y/N tilted their head up a little to meet his eyes. “We did. We do.”
There was something raw in his gaze now — a kind of softness that comes from being completely seen. “You mean so much to me, Y/N. More than I ever know how to say without sounding cheesy as hell.”
“Say it anyway,” they whispered, fingers lacing through his. “I like your cheesy.”
He chuckled, eyes crinkling. “Okay then… I love you. I love everything about you. The way you look at me when you’re trying not to laugh, the way you always remember the little things. I love the way you trust me.”
Y/N’s voice was barely above a breath. “I love you too, Pepe. And I’m glad we waited until it felt like us. Tonight was... beautiful.”
They laid like that for a while longer, the outside world completely forgotten. Nothing mattered beyond the slow rhythm of their breathing, the occasional gentle kiss, and the kind of closeness that didn't need anything else to feel full.
Eventually, Pepe murmured against their temple, “Can we stay like this for a while?”
Y/N smiled into his skin. “Forever, if you want.”
And in that quiet, hazy space between night and sleep, they both knew: something had changed. Grown deeper. Stronger. And they were exactly where they wanted to be.