Your smutty of Felix and Pepa are so spicy 🥵 I tried so hard not to scream at every sentences lol
Idk if you take requests but i’d like to ask for one smutty when Felix and Pepa have a long argument. They fight all day and it gets worse and they get angrier and angrier and finally make up s*x while both are still angry.
I know he loves his wife and won’t do anything to make her mad but I think he will so hot when he is mad. His voice is sexy. And Pepa too
One, thank you! It's SO great to hear of anyone liking the smut I write. Two, I'm actually in the middle of an ask KINDA like this, but it's honestly very one sided on Pepa's end. So, let's get some mad Félix to go with a mad Pepa ;)
"I can't BELIEVE you!!! You hurt MY baby?!"
"I tapped him on his butt, you act like I brought out my whole belt!"
Camilo and Dolores watched uncomfortably as their parents fought. They bickered here and there, but this was so bad of a yelling match, they had to have Bruno take Antonio out of the room.
"You might as well have! You HIT OUR SON!"
"I PATTED his butt! He wouldn't LISTEN! I told him if his animals keep making messes in the house, they need to stay outside!"
"OH SO YOU THINK YOU GET TO HIT HIM?! NO ONE HITS M Y SON!!!"
You ever see a man yell furiously against a hurricane/thunderstorm? Well now you have. He didn't hesitate to raise his voice at her, returning a glare her way. This man had balls the size of watermelons, honestly.
"Again, Pepi. I TAPPED HIS BUTT. THAT'S IT. MY mamá spanked me twice as hard, it's how I was raised!"
"Then your mamá was STUPID!"
"You leave my Mami out if this, that woman was a saint!"
"Your Mami got more plowed than her entire field, and I doubt there was only ONE kind of fertilizer in HER SOIL!!"
They had gathered a crowd at this point. Camilo was standing there, eating arepas, Dolores was still watching, hands over her ears, and even Pepa's siblings were watching uncomfortably. Félix gasped in horror over her words, before pointing at her with his finger. He was JUST as pissed off as she was, his voice booming just as loud as her thunder.
"You do not disrespect MY mamà like that! Especially not over an argument like this! And let me remind you, Pepa, this is OUR son, not YOURS! It's a partnership! If you do not discipline your child, he ends up like HIM!"
Félix motioned to Camilo, who shrugged.
"What? I turned out great!"
Félix didn't even flinch as thunder SMASHED the floor next to him. Didn't back down as her glare worsened.
"Camilo is a WONDERFUL son!"
"I love ALL my babies, Pepa, and I'd die for any of them, but you can't stand there and tell me he's not KINDA a little shit."
Camilo opened his mouth to protest, before shrugging.
"Can't even argue with that, honestly."
Pepa was about to scream in defense of her son, when he noticed Julieta in the crowd. She growled at him, before trying to turn around.
"I'm not talking about this with you in front of everyone!"
"What difference does it make?! You're angry aren't you?!"
Pepa turned sharply, face wrinkling as she snarled something fierce.
"I'm. Not. Arguing. In front of 'Señorita perfecta Julieta'. SHE doesn't have to argue with Augustín about HITTING THEIR CHILDREN."
"Bueno vete a SU cama entonces!"
Did he regret it as soon as he said it? Absolutely. And she clearly was angry just as well, given the way she grabbed him by his collar, and pulled him to follow her. You'd think they'd wait until they got upstairs. No such luck. They yelled, they bickered, they swore, only taking a pause for Félix to slam their door so hard, it even made Pepa jump for a second. But she didn't let that phase her as she continued to glare at him.
"I can't believe it, you're sitting here, telling me hitting my son is a good thing!"
"'Tapping' 'our' son, you can't control the weather but you can control your ears!!"
He swore she was trying to intimidate him to shutting up, given the way she loomed over him. But he didn't care. He stood his ground until their foreheads touched. He could feel her hot breath against his soaked face, and it made his heart rush something fierce.
"Are you making fun of my ears?!"
"I'm telling you, your selective hearing is SO fucking bad, Julieta's cooking can't fix it!"
"I HAVE to be selective! I'd pull out ALL my hair if I had to listen to ALL your shit!"
He didn't hesitate to jab his finger in her chest, and she looked almost offended by the touch.
"I tell you the TRUTH! You think I talk just for the fun of it? No, I talk because I HAVE to! Because YOU need to listen!"
"THAT'S your problem- it's always what YOU think we have to do! You ever think maybe, just maybe, your WIFE has something to say?!"
"I am the MAN in this side of the family, Pepa!!"
"Oh, eres tu?!"
"That's right! I AM!"
They glared at each other. Their hair whipping wildly from the equally angry storm around them. She was pissed, he was pissed, and it looked as if they were about to have a full on brawl.
Then Pepa picked up this stupid little man by her shirt, and kissed him. He returned the kiss fervently, pushing his tongue in her mouth with a swear under his breath. Félix had somehow pushed her back and onto bed, peering over her, and starting to angrily take off his shirt.
"I'm going to MAKE you listen to me-you want to see the man of the house? I'll SHOW you the man of the house."
"You're a horrible, rude, loud, STUPID man."
She was seething as she practically yanked his belt and pants off of him. He couldn't believe he was hard already, JUST from making such a public display.
"Like YOU'RE so quiet, Pepita. Look at you,"
He shoved his huge thumbs onto her mouth, holding them open as if he was inspecting a horse's mouth. She squirmed, growling at him in her anger. But she didn't bite. No, she just wanted to feel fury, to feel passion (quite literally) whirlwind around them alongside anger. He kept his fingers in her mouth, making such a display of keeping it open.
"This mouth never STOPS. Never stops talking, never stops YELLING. Unless I make it stop. Look at you, no decir mierda."
The glare in her eyes was to die for. He pressed his full frame against her, as if trying to intimidate her. His cock was pressed up against her bare, wet cunt (when did her clothes come off? He had no idea, everything was just a whirlwind right now), and he felt her teeth at his skin. She WANTED to bite him. Wanted to light him up like a match and set her loins on fire. And while he normally liked to tease, he was too goddamn angry to NOT let out some frustration. So, he slid himself in, fighting against his natural instinct to not praise her on how good she felt.
"Go on, say something. You were saying so much a second ago!"
He was already bucking his hips into her, and somehow, the action of her getting that perfect cock was only making her angrier. He could feel the thunder crackle, making her baby hairs stand up from it's pull. He pulled his hands out of her mouth, only to bury one deep into her wild, red hair, and use the other one to smack her cheek. Nothing too hard, even in anger he wouldn't seriously hurt his Pepa. It was just enough for her to feel humiliated. For her to be put into her place.
"What? Can't speak? Is it because tu hombre is fucking you?"
She was fighting back actual whimpers as he kept thrusting into her. She was trying so hard to regain some control, but he was making it so difficult, literally fucking some sense into her. This whole time, her nails dug into his arms, without remorse. It left big marks in her wake, and it hurt like a bitch. But he loved it. His wife was a fighter, stubborn as an ox, pretty as a fox, with the ferocity of any wild cat you could ever see.
And he was about to make her cum.
He could tell from the absolute tornado of feelings she having, all represented in gusts of wind, rain, thunder, and so much humidity, her hair was clinging to her sticky, flushed face. How she managed to yell at him still, he had no idea.
"You're TERRIBLE! Eres grande y estúpido y fuerte!"
He heard the loud sound of skin on hot, wet skin, somehow, above her oh so angry yelling. She tried to meet his gaze, their own little game of chicken, before she broke it, arching her back and crying out as she came. And it felt SO good, still ramming his thick cock into her as she cried such foul, mean names towards him. The second she finished cumming, he pulled out of her, and reached over to grab his belt. He bunched it up in his hands, and, somehow timing it PERFECTLY with Pepa's thunder, slammed it against their nightstand, only amplifying the sound. He looked at her with a stern, furrowed brow, and spoke to her in a tone that was as serious as they came.
"Turn around. Culo arriba. Now."
Oh that made her shake. And he could tell she got some sick enjoyment out of being ordered like that. But Pepa always liked things the hard way.
"Make me, you-!"
He didn't let her finish as he effortlessly MADE her turn around, and flop to her stomach. He pushed her ass up, and he swore he saw her twitch at such abuse of his power. She LOVED it when he threw his strength around, really showing her how much of a man he was.
"Stop. Talking. Listen to your FUCKING man. Unless it's for your man to fuck you harder, I don't want to hear it. ¿Entiendes, cariño?"
He said it mockingly, as if he didn't mean the affectionate title. He let his cock smack against her wetness, before plunging himself back in fully. He heard her groan under him as he leaned over her (she LOVED feeling how heavy he was. It was why he couldn't sleep on top of her without her getting frisky), and strapping that belt tightly around her neck. You'd think, after the many times they'd use this thing, they'd grow tired of using it. But not Pepa. Not when she knew that belt was worn by him every day, not when she'd seen him take it off and put it on every day, not when she knew first hand that he made that belt with his own big, strong hands. No, this thing STILL turned her on, and was possibly her favorite toy (though that one vibrator might be a close second). She turned to gaze at him, and for a moment, his heart turned to putty. She was giving him such a pitiful, soft look.
"Félix?"
"Si, Pepi?"
He let her fix herself so their faces could meet, and for a second, he thought she was going to be mature. To apologize and maybe they could finish this sweetly. Then she, quite literally, spat her words in his face.
"No eres hombre. You're a FUCKING PUSSY."
Oh that was it. That was absolutely fucking it. He yanked at her leash, making a gurgle bubble in her throat, before his thick, throbbing cock, started to absolutely rail her again. It felt so good, not just fucking her perfect pussy, but to watch her get ANGRY over it. She was tearing up the couch with her claws, and swears after swears escaped her foul, pretty mouth.
"You don't think I'M a man? What if I cum inside of you? What if I stuff you full of my fucking cum?"
When he didn't get a response immediately, he yanked for her to give him the attention he wanted. How he was able to speak past the absolute spectacle of their room, he had no idea.
"Fucking TALK. Tuviste esa actitud antes!"
She didn't want to talk. At least, nothing nicely. Fine. He could deal. He lifted a leg over, planting his foot right against her soft face. He watched as he put his weight on her, keeping her in place. Precum leaked from him, her hairy pussy was dripping down her legs and onto the bed below. No husband should have to treat his wife so roughly.
But she had to learn.
She had to cry out as her husband properly finished inside of her. He watched as her pretty toes curled, even twitching after every ribbon on cum. His cum was thick, hot, fueled by anger and unimaginable lust. And she loved it. He could tell based on her shoulders slumped, as the skies cleared and was replaced with a singular rainbow. He pulled on the belt, making her move with him as he sat back against the pillows. They shared a kiss, sweet, prolonged. Then she sighed, looking at him with the look of a content cat.
"I'm sorry I called your mamá a whore, she didn't deserve that."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you in front of everyone."
"I'm sorry I spat in your face. Well. A little sorry."
He chuckled, using the leash to pull her into another kiss. One that was slow, full of lazy, yet lustful tongue work. He was the first to pull away, only to kiss at her cheek.
"It's okay. And I'm...sorry about Antonio. I won't do it again. But, we do need to work together to discipline him SOMETIMES, okay? He is our son. And I need help making sure he grows up beautiful, like you."
"I think you mean like YOU, but you're still right. We'll talk to him about the animals tonight."
They shared another smooch, before Félix grinned, taking a nibble out of her jawline.
"Until then...I have mi propio animal salvaje to tame~"
