NSFW smut request
Dom!Félix and sub!Pepa, three words…
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Female orgasm denial
Anon your brain is as massive as my attraction is for this man.
(I'm not kidding. I watched the movie BECAUSE of him. If you say he's not hot, pls leave lowkey)
He loved his wife. By God he did. She was a wonderful woman, so full of personality and love. Ever since he met her, he cherished her and adored her to no end. And...well. Let's not forget that she was a TERRIBLY sexy woman. She was tall, her hair was wild like a bushfire, and her body. God she had a body. She wasn't 'curvey', but she had such a lovely frame, begging to be held in his arms. And here she was, dancing like a free spirit, in front of a whole crowd. Normally he'd sit there and cheer her on, but instead he sat there, watching. Why? Because she was flirting with him. She was dancing with other men, all of whom were attracted to her natural beauty.
And he was jealous. Not in jealous in the sense of 'oh she'll cheat on me', but in the sense of 'my wife could any man, and she knows it'. And something about that just drove him crazy. He wanted to swoop in, tell these vultures to get away from her. He knew the moves they were pulling, the looks they were giving, the way they kept trying to touch her. And the musicians were joining in, eating her up with their pervy eyes. He watched as her dress spun, as her hips shook, and as her eyes kept gazing upon him. She'd never sleep with another man, not in a million years. But she wanted Félix to still watch her in their presence. Still wanted to watch in envy. She was sweet to him and their children.
But his Pepi was a very bad girl. She knew it, too. For right when the music stop, she let herself by dipped by another man. He watched them as the crowd cheered. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to embrace his beautiful wife. She taunted the poor thing, letting her breath beat against skin, before pushing him away, and getting to her feet. They cheered for her as she walked away, letting someone else take the stage as she walked over to Fèlix, a huge, smug grin on her face.
"You know it's been so long since I've been dancing. You should take me out more often."
"Should be doing a LOT of things with you."
She tried to hide that knowing smirk on her face. Even though he started to walk home with her, hand possessive as he held her swaying hips.
"What do you mean? You sound upset~"
"Play nice, mí vida."
"Or what?"
Yep. She was absolutely asking for it. The second they were home, they made a dash for their bedroom, and the second her back hit the sheets, he was on her in a heartbeat. Body pinning her down, already tugging and peeling the clothes off of her, as if she was a ripe fruit that he was hungry for. He muttered against her skin, letting his fingers roam down those oh so lovely hips of hers.
"If you say sorry, maybe I'll be nice to you, Pepi."
She scoffed, as if not taking him seriously. Her hands clung to him, but her face almost held a disinterest.
"Sorry? For what? I dance with as many men as I please, in front of as many men as I please."
Oh she was really being feisty today. He pressed his forehead against hers, trying to convey himself as serious.
"Say sorry."
"Make. Me."
Alright, so be it. He pressed his lips against hers, enjoying her for just a moment. He still wanted to love Pepa, despite the punishment she was entitled to. He let his kisses roam down her frame, down her delicate skin, past her beautiful, flat stomach, and grabbed her thighs, making her cry out in surprise and delight at the sudden force. She was already wet from excitement. Wet from the way Félix watched her. He didn't bother with the soft kisses like usual. No, here he just let himself loom over her, let his spit drip from his mouth and onto her wetness, before just tucking in.
"H-hey! abajo chico!"
She grabbed into his head as her laughter filled the room. It matched with the slight warmth filling in the room. The slight warmth quickly fell into an almost drought, and he knew she was already getting close. Not that she could blame her. He was deep inside of her, nose against her clit, tongue fucking her and lips slurping loudly. She was practically riding his mouth, and he was letting her. He was letting her do anything she wanted; humping into his mouth, digging her nails into his tight curls, and just watching him. She loved to watch. Watch as his tongue, full and thick like the rest of him, stretched her and pleased her and licked her. He wanted her to have it all. Except one thing.
"Félix, I'm going to!-"
Then he pulled away. It was tough, not letting those pussy juices pour down his throat like wine from the gods. She sat there, features flushed, hair sticking to her against her sweaty skin, wondering what happened. Then, she watched him take off his pants, and giggled, ever excited. It was difficult to not let her have her fun, especially as she parted her pussy folds for him, as if begging him to just let himself in. He finally crawled up to the bed, and pressed himself against her. He didn't push himself in, knowing that he'd lose control in a second. She whined in protest, but not for long, given that his thick, fat cock started to buck against her. She was needy enough to not need anymore, he could tell from her smug lips. She thought she won. Then, right before he felt her body tense up again, he stopped cold turkey, and just kissed her. Then, she realized he had stopped moving entirely.
He could feel the storm clouds rolling in. She looked at him as if he was forgetting something, before he just pushed off of her, starting to put his clothes back on. She sat up straight, and he knew the face she was making- the look of a woman who was contemplating if it was so bad, being a widow.
"Félix!! What are you DOING?!"
"You didn't say sorry. Since you want to be bad, you don't get good girl things."
He leaned in to peck her forehead with a sweet kiss, and walked out of the room. He waited a second, thinking maybe he escaped her anger. But from the GIANT lightning bolt that practically cracked the Casita in half, he could tell she was pissed.
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She couldn't believe him! Who did he think he was?! Bringing her home, putting his weight on top of her like he was claiming her, eating out her pussy, leaving, then having the nerve to sneak back into bed in the middle of the night? Stupid man. Stupid, big, handsome, sexy man. She wanted to punch him. It was the middle of the night, and here she was, back to his back, fingering herself. And it did NOTHING for her. Her fingers weren't big and thick like his, and nowhere near as talented. Definitely not like his tongue either. His mouth was...so talented. Both in the coo of his words, and the way he'd adore her and worship her.
It wasn't fair. She growled in frustration, ripping her hands away from herself. She had been up for what felt like hours, trying to make HERSELF cum. No amount of nipple stimulation, clit rubbing or fingering, did ANYTHING to help her. She sat up angrily, clapping, and therefore turning on the lights. There he was. This son of a bitch. Just sleeping, as if he didn't have a whole ass wife to please. He nudged his shoulder as hard as he could, and even feeling his skin made her heart thump.
"Fèlix. Fèlix. Despierta."
It took a few tries, but he did eventually wake up with a bit of a groan. His eyes didn't open, but he stirred awake, for just a moment.
"Hmm?...what's wrong, hermosa?"
His voice wasn't even awake. It was gravely, it was deep, and dear God she wanted it inside of her. She felt her nose scrunch up in anger.
"You need to take care of your WIFE."
He opened one of his eyes, just a bit, before letting out a big, opened mouth yawn.
"I am. I'm teaching her to be good. She cums once she's earned it."
"Once I've-I'm the mother to your CHILDREN!"
And this fool, had the nerve to SMIRK at her. He sat up, fanning the little cloud above her head, and she looked at his body. He was. Big. That was her favorite part of him. Big in personality, big body, big tummy, big hands and arms and a big smile to match. She wanted him to ruin her, and the fact that he wasn't was driving her insane. She was angry, she was upset, and she was so fucking turned on. He held onto her hand in his own, bringing the hand to his lips. Even his facial hair tingling against her hand made her cheeks flush.
"You're mad. It's okay. I'm sorry you are. But you said 'make you say sorry'. So, once I feel like you've apologized, I'll let you cum. Only good girls cum, mi diosa de la belleza."
She rolled her eyes in frustration, and if she were standing, she'd stomp her foot.
"Okay! Fine, I'm sorry!"
"You're not. Because you don't mean it."
"I MEANT IT!"
He tried not to jump, probably from the light of the thunder highlighting her features. It was so late into the night, she was sure it woke everyone up. She didn't care. His stupid fingers danced up her arm, before lightly flicking her nose.
"You didn't. But it's okay. You can earn an apology."
He pulled the blanket off of him, before gesturing to his nude frame. It had been too hot for ANYONE to sleep in clothes tonight. She tried not to look at his soft cock, but couldn't help it. Another thick part of him that she adored it.
"You expect ME. To touch you, when you won't touch me?"
"Or YOU can touch yourself."
She couldn't believe it. He was sitting here, giving him an ultimatum, unphased by her fury. God that was hot. She mumbled a swear before crawling over to him, resting her cheek on his lap.
"I could crush you. It'd be easy."
"You could. But you won't. Because I love you SO much. Now, earn papi's apology."
She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from jumping on him. She wanted him, but he made it VERY clear that he didn't consent to being used that way. He respected her no's, she respected his. She cupped the cock in her hand, and despite it being flaccid, she found herself so tempted. She watched as the foreskin rolled back and forth in her hand, revealing then concealing his head. With her other hand, she cradled his balls in her hand, slowly massaging and almost adoring the way his pubes felt against her fingers.
"Your smile is stupid."
He held such a smile on his face. She hated it. She wanted to kiss it. Wanted it to woo her with stupid sweet words.
"And yours is sweet. I love your smile. I love your scowl."
She didn't want to let him have the satisfaction of seeing more of it, so after spitting on him, she slowly pushed his head past his lips. Just the tip, and she used her hand to stroke the rest of him. It was slow, exactly how HE liked it. She could tell, based on the rising and falling of his chest, by the way he put his hands behind his head. She even liked his big, stupid arms. She continued, slowly still, and she realized something. For some reason she REALLY liked his taste. Salty, with a bitterness that reminded her of coffee. The precum that slowly seeped from the slit and onto her tongue wasn't just for him. She was actually loving his taste, lapping at the hole as if begging for more. Félix chuckled a bit, softly putting his hand on her head.
"You want me so bad, you're liking this. I'm honored, mí vida."
Is that why he tasted good? Is that why she was slowly introducing more of him into her mouth? Enjoying the slow throb of his balls? Her mind was so confused, in such a haze, she couldn't keep track of how long she was enjoying him. Just that suddenly he started to squirm for her, swearing under his breath. She loved his moans. Loved his face, loved the slow rising and falling of his stomach, full of hair, just like the rest of him. He pulled at her hair, just to get her to look at him.
"I'm...going to finish. Do you want to taste it? Because if you do, you need to swallow ALL of it. Understand?"
She nodded. She didn't move her mouth from him, and practically embraced it. Cum filled her mouth, and it rested so nicely on her tongue. Salty, bitter, and oh so hot. He patted her cheek affectionately.
"Swallow. Then let me see."
She pulled away from him, resisting every urge to jump on his lubed up dick. She swallowed, loving how it felt as it slid down to her stomach. She lifted herself up, and opened her mouth, tongue hanging out. He gave her cheek a light pat with his hand, definitely pleased. And definitely making sure she was a good girl. Right?
"Good job. Now, you can try to apologize again."
She scoffed, sitting up.
"Apologize? I thought THAT was the apology!"
"That was you getting a CHANCE to apologize."
She lifted herself up to show him what was between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, to the point where her inner thighs were wet.
"I'm here. I'm WET. I'm practically THROWING myself at you and-"
She halted the second Félix literally picked her up by her hips, and letting his tongue clean up the mess at her thighs. Her nails gripped onto the bed post, as if clinging on for dear life. His tongue slowly trailed, and she almost wanted to cry in relief as it slid into her effortlessly. His stupid tongue was filling her, spreading her, giving her everything her pussy needed. She whined loudly, digging her fingers through her hair and only making it worse.
"M-more! Please! Please please please!"
So close. So close. She could feel her sweat clinging to her yet again, somehow only adding to this mess of pleasure. So close. She was twitching. She loved him, she adored her hard working husband and his big frame and-
"Nien, no más."
He pulled her off, being so gentle as she put her down, right on her back. She sat there, legs open, hairy pussy soaked in drool and sweat, and suffering. He watched as he wiped his mouth clean, clearly satisfied.
"No más?! ¿Por qué? ¡He estado bien!"
"No. You didn't apologize. And I'm tired now. So, put these back on, and I'll see you in the morning."
He reached over to hand her to underwear, to which she looked at disbelief. She didn't want to. She wanted to be exposed for him to see and to want. She growled, snatching the underwear from him, and putting it on, laying down on her side, and mumbling swears.
"I can't believe you. You should be BEGGING to fuck me! It's not-MPH!!"
She was silenced when he hooked his finger into her underwear, and pulled. It gave her a wedgie so bad, her toes curled, storms crackled in the distance. He then gave her a rather light pat to her butt, and kissed her shoulder.
"Goodnight. I love you~"
She did too. Despite it all, she did too.
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Of course his wife was mad at him. He hadn't let her cum in a week. Which, for them, was a LOT. He thought about stopping a few times, but he noticed something. His wife LIKED this. His wife ravaged him in even more kisses than before, was more eager and willing to sink into his touches. And, cuter still, she was trying to be a good girl. He went downstairs after getting dressed that morning, and went into the dining room. Weird, the table was set. It was too early for Mirabel. He assumed it was Alma, given the fact that they had a meeting with some farmers today. He peered into the kitchen upon hearing a sound.
"Julieta?"
To his surprise, no, it was Pepa. He was wondering why she woke up before him this morning. She smiled at him, walking to the table, and pulling a chair for him.
"¡Por favor sientate!"
He wasn't gonna lie, he liked the treatment. Not that his wife treated him poorly, this was just. A lot for her. He sat down, and waited for her. She came back a second later, a tray of breakfast for him. Fresh coffee, a bowl of changua, and a fresh slice of pound cake. This was a lot. She hated getting up early, hated cooking. But he supposed she hated NOT being able to cum even more. He gave a bit of a whistle.
"Wow, Pepa? YOU made this?"
"Most of it- not important. Please, eat!"
He was about to take a bite of the cake, when he pulled a seat out for her.
"Come on, sit with me. I like looking at you. You're more pretty than a sunrise."
She sat down, and he kissed her cheek. Speaking of, it had been just awfully cloudy lately. Clouds either gray, or black as it crackled with thunder. He shared his breakfast with her, knowing well and good that she hadn't eaten yet. He noticed that whenever he took a bite, she sat there, watching him, as if in envy. His poor wife wanted him so bad, it was adorable. But she liked it too much to just bark at him to take her. No, she was suffering, but she LOVED it all. Once he finished eating, he turned to her, planting his hands on her thighs.
"Pepi, mí vida. Thank you. I know you hate cooking, so this meant so much to me. So, so much. That was so good of you~"
Oh she melted when he let his fingers crawl up her thighs. He leaned in to kiss her, and tried not to yelp as she suddenly yanked him into a kiss. He wasn't going to lie, he got carried away, nearly suffocating her with his kisses. Hell, he was considering just taking her now, when Alma cleared her throat.
"Félix, Pepa. Company."
The farmers were there, trying to avoid looking at the make-out session that was going on. Félix cleared his throat as he sat facing them.
"Lo siento. Please, sit."
The three sat alongside Alma, all looking serious. All while Félix kept his hand on her thigh.
Alejandro spoke first, scratching his wrist in worry.
"We haven't seen sunshine, or rain, in a week. Or crops are starting to wilt."
Alma nodded, worry over her face.
"I have noticed this. What's wrong Pepa? Who is upsetting you?"
"I'm not upset, Mami! I promise! I can't a-always,"
She halted. Probably because Félix had his hand in between her legs, using two of his fingers to rub through her underwear. Her shoulders straightened, and she tried to hide her bottom lip with her hand.
"C-control it. I'd love to control it, really. I'd be just. Pouring. Just. S-soaking."
The three shared a look, and mentally Félix was just LAUGHING. Her little folds felt so good past the cloth. The second farmer cleared his throat.
"We're sorry. We do not understand how this works. But can you please try? Just a pinch?"
"A pinch?"
Félix added. Just then, he pinched her clit. Like flicking on a switch, she jumped up, smile very fake and unnatural.
"I will try! Definitely t-try! Félix! Help me figure it now please!"
She grabbed him by his collar, and rather effortlessly yanked him out of his chair. She was STRONG when she wanted to be. She pushed anyone in her path out the way, till she practically threw him onto their bed. She shut the door, and turned to look at him. They both said nothing, until Pepa looked at him with such big, pleading eyes.
"Félix. Please. PLEASE. No more. You've proven your point. PLEASE! I need it! I'll do anything to prove it! Please!"
He thought about refusing, teasing her a little longer. But he needed it too. He'd came a few times during this week, but it wasn't the same. He needed his Pepa. He nodded, gesturing to her.
"Alright. Clothes off."
She groaned in relief, before stripping down way quicker than usual. He took his clothes off as well. He was going to give her what she wanted. Just to needed one more thing out of her. She ran toward him, showering him in oh so eager kisses.
"Thank you, thank you thank you-"
"You want to ride me, Pepi? You want to do what you want with me?"
She nodded, trying to damn near tug him into bed. He shook his head, and tried not to laugh as Pepa almost whimpered. So close to getting what she wanted. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, and put it in her hands. She looked confused.
"What is-"
"Hump it."
"¿Disculpa que?"
"Hump it. Treat it like me. I want to watch, and see how badly you want me."
She didn't give it another thought. She didn't say a thing as she not only let Félix tie her belt around her wrist, but let him guide her to the bed. After pulling her underwear off and taking off her dress for her, he sat down on her chair to the side, and motioned for her to get on with it. The one thing he loved about Pepa, was that when she wanted something, truly wanted something. She didn't hesitate to just grab it. So, with her hands tied behind her back, she humped the pillow. Félix didn't hesitate to pull himself out of his pants, stroking himself to the sight of his wife riding an imaginary dick, with such passion and vigor- God he loved her.
"You going to make a mess on the pillow, mi corazon?"
Pepa nodded as her hips moved, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
"I-i don't WANT it. I want YOU. Please Félix, I'm tired, I want-"
"Keep going. Watch me get hard for you. Maybe by then you'll say sorry for being bad."
Pepa whimpered so loudly, he almost felt bad.
"¡He sido malo! ¡Lo lamento! Seré bueno. Please, please please!"
She begged so nicely, so loudly. The pillow was soaked at this point. It made a wet sound everytime her hips bucked against it, and he grew jealous. Like the men in the town, he couldn't handle it anymore. HE was done teasing her. He got up, grabbed the pillow, and threw it the floor. She waited till he got in bed, before she wrapped her wrists around his neck, practically forcing her tongue in his mouth. He embraced the kiss for a moment, practically feeling himself throb, before pulling away, looking into those gorgeous eyes of hers.
"How did you do that with your hands-"
"Stop asking questions and STUFF ME."
THAT was a tone that might get him killed if he refused. He laid on his back, and the second she pushed himself inside of her, all hell broke loose.
"Fuck, eres tan grande!"
Félix was pretty sure a pencil would've done it for her at this point, but damn did that give him an ego. She rode the hell out of his cock, crying about how good he felt. Quite literally, trying. So badly, it was pouring outside and banged against the roof tiles. Félix let her use him as he saw fit, helping her by bringing his palm against her ass, and muttering over how just beautiful she was. Because she was. She was a gorgeous, loud, feral, wild mess of a woman, who was built for him to adore and love and admire.
She was close. He brought up his other hand to rub furiously at her clit, her screams just music to his ears.
"Cum for me, mí Pepa preciosa. You've been a good girl. Such a good girl. Let me stuff you. Let me put another baby in you. You want that?"
Pepa nodded furiously, whimpering as she was getting closer and closer.
"Please!! Inside! Stuff me! I want to be YOURS, Félix!!"
It took just one more slap to her ass. It was hard, commanding, and it made her whole body tense up as she came, fluids gushing from her and onto his own frame. He came just moment later, watching her throw her head back as he pumped himself into her womb. That was always her favorite part. The cum. The thick, creamy cum that had only brought love into their relationship. She held still for a moment, before suddenly collapsing on his chest, just clocked out. Félix tried not to laugh as he looked out on a now sunshine infested sky. Not a cloud allowed. Félix sat there, panting, absolutely winded.
"Should...we do that again? You kinda liked it~"
"Shut up and kiss me."
She pressed his lips against his, and as she combed through his curls, he couldn't help but think how lucky he was. That this woman was truly his, and his alone. And how he was HERS, and hers alone.
