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Just a Star Wars/Hayden enthusiast/Book Goblin/Puck Bunny with a taste for fanfiction! My stories range from the very smutty to the very fluffy! A little something for everyone! Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Your boyfriends have a better way of celebrating the 4th of July
Pairing: Billy "Fritz" Avalone x reader x Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
Warnings: poly throuple, pwp, threesome, dp (I was peer pressured into it), anal, pet names in their respective languages, unprotected sex, creampie, pure smut, MDNI 18+
You should've seen this coming. The mischievous looks they'd share as they watched you at the beach. The lingering touches they'd leave on your bare skin. Their extra uses of praise in your ear. You could practically feel the eagerness radiating off of their bodies when they excused yourselves to go home and rest before meeting back up at the Hard Deck for the fireworks later.
Their hands and mouths were immediately on you the moment you entered your home. When you land on the bed as their mouths leave love bites along your neck, you glance at your window left open to let the hot air out.
"T-the window! People will hear us!" You weakly plead but neither care to close it.
"Don't worry about it bal, the fireworks should be starting soon. Which means..." Billy lays you down with a cocky grin, "you can be as loud as you want. No one will hear us."
Now they have you lay spread out on the bed naked, sheets soaked with your releases, and well past the time you told everyone you'd meet back up at the Hard Deck.
"You're doing so good mi amor. You look so beautiful. That's it, that's it cum for us." Mickey coos from his spot next to you. He caresses your cheeks while your thighs continue to shake from the orgasm Billy just gave you.
Your chest heaves for air as and you loosen your knuckles which have turned white from clutching the sheets beneath you. "I- fuck" you try to speak but no words come out.
"I know mi amor, you're sensitive but you still have enough energy for us right?" Mickey asks with that soft, mocking tone of his as he brushes a few strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.
"Think she can take it?" Billy lays on your other side, his hand trailing down to your sensitive clit. He chuckles when you flinch, still coming down from the high he gave you from his mouth.
"She can." Mickey tells him before turning his attention right back to you. "Right mi vida? You can take us, be good for us?"
You swallow down the moan from Billy's feather light touches on your clit before nodding. "I can take it. I wanna be good for you."
Mickey smiles and places a sweet kiss on your lips. "That's our girl."
Billy tilts your head so he can kiss you too. His hands grab your waist, "get on all fours mahal." You weakly sit up and Billy helps you maneuver yourself to do as he says. Mickey sits against the headboard so that his aching cock is right in front of your face.
Your eyes widen at how red his tip is, it looks painful. "Let me help you with that baby." You look up at him through your lashes as you take him in your hand, loving the way it twitches just from your gaze.
"You know I can never say no to you cariño." He gently places his hand on the back of your head and nods, guiding your mouth to his dick. "Mierda"(fuck) he groans when you leave kitten licks on his tip, cleaning the precum off of him.
He throws his head back when you lick up his shaft before taking him in your mouth. Billy watches the scene unfold behind you as he strokes himself. He looks down to your pussy, smiling when he sees you clench around nothing everytime Mickey makes a noise of pleasure.
"Looks like you need something to fill you up sinta. I'll help you with that." He grabs your hips and spreads your slick with the tip of his cock before slowly sliding in.
You moan around Mickey at the full feeling. "Tangina(fuck) you're so tight." Billy groans when he bottoms out. "No matter how many times we fuck you, you're still so tight."
Your ears are filled with the sounds of groaning from both men, the slick wetness from your saliva on Mickey, the sloshing of your cunt taking Billy between your legs, and his skin colliding with yours. All of your senses are engulfed with them.
"Your mouth feels heavenly mi amor. Was thinking of this earlier when we got ice cream, seeing you lick up the cone as it melted. Wanted nothing more than to replace it with my cock." Mickey hisses when you start massaging his balls.
"And this" Billy says with a slap to your ass "has been tempting me all fucking day! Couldn't help but stare while you wore your thin bikini. Almost had to punch Jake when he looked." He lands another smack on your ass cheek before soothingly massaging it.
"You're so beautiful mi vida, I need to feel you. Fritz it's my turn" Mickey removes your mouth and looks to Billy who doesn't budge. His eyes are shut and he's in his own world of pleasure. "Fritz!"
"Fuck no! I'm not done back here." His eyes open and his gaze falls to your asshole. He places his thumb on it before barely pushing in. "I have an idea."
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"Oh my god! You're gonna rip me apart!" You try to keep your body relaxed as both men settle into you on both ends. You've never felt so full in your entire life. "I- I can't!"
"C'mon cariño, dont give up on us now. We're celebrating." Mickey coos as he places soft kisses along your skin. He places his thumb on your clit and starts rubbing circles to hopefully ease the pain.
"It's okay mahal just relax for us sige? Just keep breathing." Billy places a kiss on the back of your shoulder. "Doing so good for us just breathe." You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes as you nod.
Mickey starts moving slowly, giving you something you're used to first before Billy starts moving. "Eres tan hermosa" (you're so beautiful) Mickey whispers before leaning up to take one of your tits into his mouth. Luckily the sensation of him fucking your pussy and rubbing your clit eases the pain fairly quickly.
You hear Billy groan behind you before placing his forehead against your back. "So tight! So good! I could get used to this."
"Me too," Mickey groans, biting his lip as he continuously thrusts his hips up into you. "What about you corazón? Think you'll let us have you like this more?"
The lights from the fireworks seep through the windows, illuminating Mickey's face beneath you with an array of beautiful colors. You can't see Billy behind you but you can assume he looks the same.
It's not until you feel Mickey squeeze your hips that you realize he asked you something and you nod.
"Yeah? It feels good? No more pain?" The loud moan that you let out is enough of an answer.
"There you have it" Billy chuckles. He looks down to where you swallow him and groans. "She's taking me so deep. Gripping me like a vice! Gonna make me cum."
The atmosphere around you was surrounded by the sounds of both men's moans along with yours and the smell of nasty sex. The loud boom sounds outside hopefully drown out your sounds of pleasure from neighbors. And even if they don't, you can't find it in you to care.
The overall sensation you were feeling from everything became so overwhelming. Both men felt you clench down, knowing you were nearing your climax.
"You gonna cum bal? Make us proud?"
You nod, "yes! I wanna make you so proud! Please keep going don't stop!" Billy wraps his arms around your front and tugs you back against his chest, as he speeds his thrusts. The delicious burning sensation in your ass intensifies with each sharp thrust.
He tilts your head to the side so he can kiss you, sloppily but no less passionate. Mickey groans at the sight before glancing down to where the two of you meet. With as much energy he can muster up, he quickens his thrusts harder.
"I'm gonna cum! Take me!" You throw your head back against Billy's shoulder as they continuously abuse your ass and cunt, your whole body shaking intensely.
"Right behind you mi amor! Ay dios mio!"
"Pakshet!"
Their hips stutter before you feel warm liquid dripping down your legs. Your body falls limp against Billy's chest. "Mahal kita."(I love you) You tell him, tilting your face to kiss him. After he responds, you weakly lower down to Mickey to kiss him too. "Te amo."(I love you).
After cleaning you up, they lay on either side of you. Mickey opens his phone to see a bunch of texts in the group chat. "Bob said everyone's leaving the Hard Deck. He's asking if we want them to wait."
Billy waves him off, "nah. We had more fun celebrating here."
Mickey chuckles, "happy birthday America."
"Thank you for your service." You tell them with a salute, causing them to chuckle before attacking you with kisses.
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Fritz/Fanboy taglist: @awkwardgiraffe726 @avastarred @raspberryhours lmk if you'd like to be added or removed <3
Qimir closes his eyes once again and tightens his grip around you, trying to focus on the warmth of your body against his front. After a few seconds, he can't help but glance at the clock on your nightstand once again.
It's 2 am and he still can't sleep. His arms stay wrapped around you as he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing while you sleep, a little envious of your easy rest after the long day you've both had.
He lets out a quiet sigh and reaches for your hand. It's soft and smooth compared to his rough calloused fingers. He lifts it up to his mouth and places a delicate kiss on your palm before placing it back on the pillow. He slowly and carefully removes himself from you to get out of bed, making sure his heavy footsteps are quiet as he exits the room.
He leans against the counter and rubs his hands over his face while he waits for the water to boil in the kettle. He pulls out his designated mug from the cabinet as well as the box of chamomile tea.
As he pours the hot water into his mug, he hears the sound of soft footsteps coming closer and his head immediately shoots up to the source. You appear around the corner, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. "Hey, what are you doing up?" He asks softly.
"You were gone." You wrap your arms around his middle, humming when he places a kiss on your forehead. "What are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep." He says as he places a tea packet into the hot water in his mug.
You look down at his mug and frown. "You're having tea without me? Why didnt you wake me up?"
He shrugs, "You were so tired after work, I didn't want to disturb your peace. Besides, we only meet here if neither of us can sleep."
You shake your head. "Well, I can't sleep without my boyfriend in bed with me so..." you take out a tea packet from the box, glancing up at him with a knowing look. He steps back with a smirk to grab your mug from the cabinet.
After making your own cup of tea, the two of you sit at the table in the dim lighting. You barely speak, just sitting in content silence.
Throughout all the chaos you go through at work, it's nice to have these quiet, intimate moments with him. Where none of the loud sounds of fans and paparazzi can reach you. The stress of the industry not yelling in your ear. And potential danger isn't clouding his mind.
Just you and him in your own little bubble.
You smile in your mug when you feel his pinky graze yours on the table before lacing his fingers with yours.
After finishing your tea and washing your mugs, Qimir lifts you up bridal style to bring you back to bed, falling asleep much faster with you against him again.
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Qimir The Stranger taglist: @t03soup @lovelettersfrommai @raspberryhours @thesassypadawan
Summary: After getting caught buying birth control by a fan, rumors start to spread about a potential relationship with a certain costar, much to the dismay of your bodyguard.
Warnings: heated makeout, flirting, slightly jealous reader, mentions of sex, teasing, jealous Qimir, Yord being a dick, no explicit smut but MDNI 18+
Part 1
As you slip your shirt on over your head, you hear a knock on your open door. "You need something miss Y/n?" Qimir asks when he appears in your doorway, hands in his pockets and posture straight.
You look back at him and scoff, "Qimir, you ate me out and fucked me in the car like two days ago. I think we're long past formalities now." You jokingly roll your eyes with a ghost of a smile painted on your lips as you pick up your coat from the bed.
He bites back the smirk threatening to form on his face as he shrugs. "I'm just being professional. This is still my job." You drop your coat and saunter over to him with a teasing grin.
"Yeah well, you can be less professional every now and then. Especially when we're at home...alone. Together." You place your hands on his chest, playing with the lapels of his suit jacket.
He looks up at the ceiling as he takes a deep inhale, his eyes closing and his jaw clenched as he forces himself to hold back from touching you. You take the opportunity to kiss his exposed neck, smiling when you hear his breath get caught in his throat. He can practically feel his wall of composure begin to crack with your lips on his neck.
"You asked me what I needed..." he nods once, ready to listen. "What I need is for you to kiss me Qimir." You glance up at him through your lashes and you can see the gears turning in his head, the hesitation when he stares back. You move your hands up to hold his face and you repeat yourself. "Kiss me."
His protective wall finally breaks and he gives in to you, kissing you deep and passionately. His large hands cup your face while he devours your mouth. He steps forward and you step back. One of his hands holds the back of your head as he backs you against the wall so you don't hit it.
Your fingers grip his hair and you let out a whiny sigh when his mouth lowers to your neck. "Like this?" He asks, his voice deep and husky in your ear. You nod before gripping his collar to pull him back in again. "What else do you need?"
You know what he's hinting at. And as much as you're dying to have him inside you again, you have too much you need to do today. One of the many pleasures of being a celebrity.
"I need you to take me to the store so I can get more birth control later." He nods as he continues kissing your neck. You move your head to the side to give him more access as you continue to talk. "We also need to go grocery shopping but first I have- fuck- I have to go to Vanity Fair for an interview."
You pull his head away when he nips the skin of your neck. "Which means I can't have any scars visible."
He looks at his work on your neck and shrugs, "it shouldn't be." You shake your head with a smile before kissing him and walking away so you can finish getting ready.
"It better not. My makeup team should be arriving soon to get me ready and I don't need them questioning me about any hickies you left." You hear him chuckle behind you as he heads for the door.
He looks back at you one last time with admiration before leaving to get everything you'll need for the day ready.
When your makeup team arrives, you usher them to your vanity. "Hi, Qimir," Ava, your hairdresser, says with a flirty smile, "lovely to see you again." She gives him a wink and he clears his throat awkwardly.
"Ava," he nods with a tight lipped smile. He meets your eyes in the mirror as you watch the interaction unfold with an unreadable expression. The uncertainty of what you're thinking makes him anxious. He swallows nervously before leaving to stand outside the door.
About 2 hours later, Qimir hears you call his name. You turn around, now fully glammed up for your interview as your makeup team cleans up their supplies. "Well? What do you think?"
His eyes soften and a smile forms on his lips. "You look beautiful...Ms Y/n." He adds quickly. Your team gathers all of their belongings and you walk them to the front door, thanking them for their amazing help.
"Bye Qimir, until next time." Ava blows him a kiss before walking out the front door. After everyone leaves, you clode the door and turn to him with a mischievous smirk. "Y'know, Ava has had her eyes on you for quite some time now."
He lets out a humorless chuckle, "I noticed."
"Maybe you should go out with her."
He scoffs, "pass. I have my eyes on someone else."
You raise your brows in feigned innocence. "Oh? And who might that be?"
He shakes his head with a smile before grasping your waist. You hear him mutter something along the lines of "as if you don't know," before kissing you.
"Shall we go now?" You nod and move to the side so he can open the door for you.
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Your interview for Vanity Fair was a lie detector test with two of your costars, the Aniseya twins. To say you were nervous while you got hooked up to the equipment would be an understatement.
Thankfully the questions they throw are generic for the most part. That is until they ask the last question. "It's well known in the media that you have been single for a good while now..." Osha starts and you're dreading where this is going.
"Yes I have." You say anxiously.
"But that doesn't mean you can't have crushes. Do you have your eyes on anyone right now?"
You let out a choked laugh out of instinct and your eyes wander around the room. They skim the crew behind the camera before landing on Qimir who's watching intently with his arms crossed.
You turn back to the twins to answer "Yes." Your eyes flicker back to Qimir who's wearing a very faint smirk only you would recognize. The twins glance at the woman with the computer beside you as they wait for her to speak.
"That is true." She confirms, making the twins immediately more intrigued.
"Could this little crush possibly turn into something more in the future?" Mae asks this time.
You hesitate, sucking in your lips before blowing out a puff of air with shrug. "Only time will tell. We'll just have to see." You glance at Qimir once more to see his gaze has darkened. You don't recognize that look, but somehow it makes him even more attractive and you feel that familiar pool start to form between your thighs.
After the interview wraps up, both twins appear by each side of you. Mae speaks first, "So you're seriously not gonna tell us who this mysterious bachelor–"
"–Or bachelorette–" Osha interrupts.
"–Is?"
You roll your eyes with a smile as you shake your head. "Sorry girls, I gotta keep some secrets."
"But you tell us everything!" Osha complains.
"Exactly!" You chuckle. "Anyway I gotta go, I have errands to run." You hug them both, ignoring their protests and promising to grab lunch sometime soon before joining Qimir to walk to the car.
When you're settled in the backseat, Qimir adjusts the mirror and you catch the glint in his eyes when he looks at you. "What?"
"So...who's this mysterious person you have your eyes on?"
You scoff and let go of your seatbelt, letting it hit the door as you lean forward to turn his face towards you. "As if you don't know." You repeat his words from earlier before kissing him silly.
During the drive to the store, you change into more casual clothing that makes you stand out less in public. The warm feeling between your legs after the kiss still lingers so you distract yourself by doing what you do best, talking.
"I can't believe I didn't realize I was low on birth control. Y'know I would've asked Amy to get it but she told me her knee has been hurting and I didn't want to overwork her. She's such a great assistant and I don't wanna be one of those bitchy bosses who doesn't take their employees' health seriously. Plus I figured we already needed to go to the store anyway for groceries so I might as well get it myself." You ramble to Qimir on the drive to the store. You glance over to see him solely focused on the road.
You lean forward to rest your elbows on the center console. "Are you listening?"
"Yes, I'm listening baby." He repeats what you just told him and smiles. But you don't smile because he was listening, you smile because of the nickname slip up.
"I like it when you call me that. Baby." You clarify.
He looks at you over his shoulder with a smirk when he reaches a stop light. "Yeah?" You nod and he leans in closer. "You like that baby?" You let out a giddy noise and meet him half way when he leans in for a kiss.
In the parking lot, you look at the different color hats you brought with you. Qimir opens your door and you hold up the remaining two candidates. "Which one looks better with my shirt?" You switch between the hats, holding them up to your head so he can see.
He grabs the one in your right hand. "This one," he answers before placing it on your head. You giggle and adjust it before leaning your face up, a silent request for a kiss, which he gives you– a bit awkward with the hat but he manages. You put on your sunglasses and grab your purse before getting out of the car.
Qimir trails behind you as he scans the area, making sure there's no paparazzi lingering anywhere. Thankfully it's not very busy when you enter the store since it's the middle of the week and most people are at work or school.
You walk to the back towards the pharmacy to pick up your birth control while Qimir stands guard, unaware of someone watching from behind one of the aisle shelves.
After getting your pills, you place them in your bag and start walking through the aisles. "Do we need any more tea?" You ask Qimir when you reach the tea and coffee section. Normally Qimir is the one to make your midnight tea so only he would know.
"I think we have two packets left." He reaches behind you on the top shelf to grab the box the two of you like before placing it in the cart. He smirks down at you when he notices you staring at his bicep. "What?"
"Nothing." You lie, refusing to tell him how much you want to bite and cling onto his bicep like a koala. His hand twitches to reach for your face to kiss you before remembering that you're in public and he's your bodyguard. Instead, he clears his throat and gestures for you to keep shopping.
Slowly, your cart gets filled with more and more items— soy milk, eggs, and chicken for him. Pocky, Hello Panda, some fruit, and a shit ton of snacks and candy for you. He raises a brow at you as you place a box of small chip variations in the cart.
“What?” You ask with a hint of defense in your tone when you see him eye your collection of candy. “You know I like to keep sweet treats on set. It keeps my energy up.” You're not a big fan of what they usually have at craft service so you always prefer to bring your own snacks instead, especially a variety for your sweet tooth.
"Yeah but…that's a lot." He tries to put at least one item back but you're quick to stop him.
"Who's the one paying again?" He lets out a low gruff noise of irritation.
"Just because you're a health nut, that doesn't mean I have to be." You shrug, ignoring his judgmental eye roll. "Besides, you act like you won't be eating some when I offer on set anyway."
You grab a few more things that your chef asked you to buy for dinner and a bouquet of get well soon flowers for Amy before checking out. You try to grab the bags from the cart to put in the trunk before Qimir takes them from you and does it himself. You raise a brow at him and he just shrugs before ushering you into the car.
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The next few weeks fly by as usual– going to set, coming home, an occasional interview, lunch with friends. And if you're lucky with just enough energy, having sex with your super hot bodyguard.
You've been so busy that you haven't even thought about the state of your relationship or even putting labels on it. That is until your lie detector test interview gets posted.
You were still asleep when Vanity Fair posted your interview with the Aniseya twins, still exhausted from what Qimir did to you the night before. You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing against your night stand.
You groggily turn over, Qimir's heavy arm still wrapped around you as he sleeps, to grab your phone. You blink your eyes a few times to adjust only to find your lockscreen covered in a bunch of notifications.
The first one your eyes land on is a text from your costar, Yord Fandar.
Yord: so we're together now huh 😏
Your brows furrow as you read the text. "What the hell?" You whisper to yourself. Just as you're about to type a response, you get another notification of someone mentioning you on Twitter.
"Y/N L/N AND YORD FANDAR ARE POSSIBLY TOGETHER?!?!"
Your eyes widen and you quickly open the notification only to find even more similar to it on your timeline. "No no no! Shit shit shit!" You sit up from the bed in distress, waking up Qimir who instantly sits up worriedly.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks as he puts his hand on your shoulder. You hold up a finger as you finish reading a thread. You take a deep inhale as you lock your phone, trying your best not to scream.
"Someone saw us when I bought birth control a few weeks ago and my vanity fair interview was posted so now people are 'connecting the dots' and think I'm in a secret relationship."
Qimir's brows furrow as he processes this information. "Wha- with who?"
You suck in your lips and close your eyes, only opening them to look at him. "Yord Fandar." You wince at the way his eyes widen and his nostrils flare.
"Yord?!" Qimir never liked Yord, even before he caught feelings for you. He was so arrogant, which isn't surprising considering his background— a typical rich kid who went to a boarding school and used his parents' money to make his way up in the industry. He had no idea what it's like to have to build himself from the bottom up. Not like you do.
He was everything Qimir hated. And the fact that there's rumors that he's dating you just makes his blood boil.
"That explains his text." You sigh, making Qimir's ears perk up.
"What text?" You unlock your phone and show him the message. His nostrils flare, "that fucking gago. Papatayin ko siya" (I'm gonna kill him) he mutters under his breath through gritted teeth. He lets out a frustrated huff of air before handing back your phone. "What are you gonna do?"
"Things are too hectic right now. I have to go to work anyway, I'll worry about it later." You give him a quick morning kiss before throwing the blanket off your naked body to get ready.
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"Well if it isn't my apparent girlfriend!" Yord greets with a smug look when you arrive for rehearsal.
You roll your eyes and smack his arm away when he tries to put it around your shoulder. "Shut up Yord. Rumors are rumors, you and I both know nothing will ever happen between us."
"We'll see." He smirks before glancing behind you to Qimir who is clearly unpleased by your costar's advances. "Qimir," he nods his head in greeting.
"Yord." He replies plainly in that extra gruff voice of his. He crosses his arms and straightens his posture to appear more intimidating. He follows behind you when you head towards your trailer.
"I fucking hate that guy." Qimir groans when he shuts your trailer door behind him.
"I can tell. You have wrinkles on your forehead." You giggle as you attempt to smooth out his forehead. His eyes deadpan down at you but you don't miss the way they soften as he watches you in front of him. You then place your thumbs on each side of his mouth before lifting them up to make him smile.
He snickers before taking your hands away to place them on his neck so he can grab your waist. "I can't help it. I'm protective of you, in more ways than one." You smile up at him before kissing him. "You're mine," he whispers before deepening the kiss.
You pull away with a raised brow, "yours huh?"
"Yes, mine." You bite back the urge to tease him about it, the desire to tell him that you're technically not even official. Instead, you step back so you can look over your script one more time before rehearsal.
When you get back home, you're finally able to check your phone only to see thousands of more mentions of the rumor between you and Yord. Tabloids have come out and people are taking that as confirmation. You decide enough is enough and it's time you make an announcement on your Instagram story.
"Hey everyone! I've seen the rumors and I just wanted to come out and say that they are not true! I am still very much single. Anyways, I hope that clears things up. Love you all <3
- Y/n
You put your phone on the nightstand and lay back on the bed with a tired sigh. You lift your head when you hear a knock on your open door. You make a grabby hands motion and Qimir is quick to get in bed with you.
"I'm so tired," you groan as you snuggle into him.
"Yeah?" He coos as he kisses your head and you nod against his chest. He kisses your forehead, your cheek, and finally your lips. "I saw your story. Single huh?" His mouth travels down your neck and you squeeze his hair as you lean your head to the side to make more space for him.
"Well you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend so yeah I technically am single." You let out a small squeal when he nips your neck.
"Fine." He pulls away to look down at you. His eyes travel all over your face, admiring you first. "Y/n, can I be your boyfriend?"
You smile so wide it meets your eyes and you cup his cheeks. "Yes."
Qimir's smile matches yours and he leans down to kiss you again. He holds your head delicately as he explores your mouth for the first time as someone other than your bodyguard.
You pull away to catch your breath, unable to stop smiling. "So what do I call you now? Bodyguard or boyfriend?"
His gaze darkens as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "both." He nibbles on your earlobe before continuing his assault on your neck. "Now let me fuck you as your boyfriend."
"Yes please." Suddenly, you're not so tired anymore.
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Qimir The Stranger taglist: @t03soup @lovelettersfrommai @raspberryhours @thesassypadawan
Pls nerd!Anakin Skywalker x cheerleader!shy!reader and the wrestling team somehow became really good friends with anakin. The team set up anakin a date with the reader because it’s obvious anakin has a huge crush on the reader. Just fluff 🙈
Team Up
Summary: Ben Kenobi, the wrestling team, and the cheer team all work together to get you and Anakin together.
Warnings: anakin crushing on reader, reader not having the best self confidence, anakin and reader being awkward cuties, both teams being mischievous, first kiss, fluff
A/n: in honor of Hayden's birthday 😌
"Are you coming to my wrestling match today?" Ben asks Anakin as they pack their things at the end of class. Anakin swings his backpack over his shoulders before adjusting his glasses as he thinks.
"I'm not sure, I was sort of hoping to get a head start on my robotics project." This earns a scoff from his older friend.
"That's not due for a few months! The cheer team will be there. So you know who else is gonna be there..." Ben gives Anakin a knowing look as his cheeks turn pink. When Anakin meets his gaze, Ben grins wider.
"I suppose I'll go. Y'know, to support you and the team of course!" He poorly lies.
Ben chuckles before patting his friend on the shoulder, "sure Anakin. I'll see you later then." He waves goodbye as he heads off to his next class, leaving Anakin to walk to the library alone.
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Little did Anakin know that his dear friend Ben got the rest of the wrestling team along with the cheer team in on his master plan— to get you and Anakin together.
The girls practically squealed with excitement when they found out Anakin had a crush on you, knowing that the feeling was mutual. You were so sweet but also too shy to ever pursue someone yourself. Where's the harm in just a little push?
When Anakin entered the gym and sat on the bleachers next to some other students, he waves at Ben when he spots him. His eyes immediately drift to you on the side, helping one of the other cheerleaders with her zipper which somehow got stuck on her hair. He smiles at the scene.
"Got it!" You tell her, releasing the piece of hair you just snagged out from the zipper.
"Thanks Y/n!" Padme turns around to face you with a knowing grin. "I just saw Anakin Skywalker staring at you." You follow her gaze to the guy with the blue button up and glasses in the audience.
"What?" You scoff. "How could you be so sure of that? Maybe he was just looking in this direction."
She rolls her eyes at your deflection, "trust me, I know." She places a hand on your shoulder with a confident smile, sure in what she saw. You shrug her off and get into formation as you all run onto the court for your routine.
Anakin's eyes never leave you throughout the whole time you were on the court. And even when the wrestling part began, his gaze would always drift back to you on the sidelines.
You always looked so beautiful, but there was something about you in your cheer uniform that made his heart swell. The look of pure enjoyment on your face as you cheered, the smile that elevated your beauty. He couldn't get enough of the sight.
Throughout the wrestling match, you couldn't get Padme's words out of your head. Normally you'd shrug off something like that, but the thought of having Anakin Skywalker's attention had your hopes rising.
You were the type of person who minded her own business, too shy to ever get out of her comfort zone for people to really notice. You didn't mind much of it, but the possibility of your crush being mutual made you think. Maybe you weren't as invisible as you thought.
You'd glance up towards the bleachers at Anakin every so often, your heart doing summersaults everytime. When you did it again, your eyes met his and your heart dropped. You were about to glance away quickly before his hand lifted and he waved.
Your eyes widen, is he waving at you? You glance behind you, only to met with the wall. When you turn back around, he's chuckling and nods, telling you that it was in fact you that he was waving at. You hesitantly raise your hand to wave back with a shy smile and his grin widens before turning back to the match.
Padme, who was watching the whole interaction, leans in to whisper in your ear. "He was definitely looking at you that time." You jokingly roll your eyes and nudge her shoulder with yours to silently tell her to be quiet.
Her quiet laughter lessens as she leans in once more. "We were thinking of heading to Dex's Diner with the team after the match. Are you gonna go?"
You tilt your head back and forth as you think about it. "Yeah, I guess." You miss the way she smiles mischievously, meeting the eyes of Ben and nodding.
After the match, the cheerleaders and the wrestlers all gather together as the students in the audience trickle out of the gym. Ben ushers Anakin to come over, throwing his arm over his shoulder. "We were gonna head to Dex's, do you wanna go?"
Anakin adjusts his glasses, taking a glance at you before looking back at Ben. "Is everyone going?"
He nods, "yup the wrestling team and the cheerleaders team."
Anakin glances over at you again, diverting his gaze when you look over. "Uh yeah sure!"
Ben smiles happily and pats Anakin on the shoulders again, glad his friend agreed.
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When you arrive at the diner, you don't see Padme's car, or anyone else's from the team for that matter You furrow your brows as you hesitantly get out of the car.
You look around the diner to see that no one has arrived yet. Maybe you were the first one? You shrug and walk to one of the free tables, pulling out your phone as you wait. Your head snaps up when you hear the bell above the door ring when it opens, only to be met with Anakin's eyes.
He awkwardly smiles before heading over. "Hi, do you mind if I sit here?"
You shake your head, "not at all!" You gesture to the free seat which he happily takes. "Is it just you?"
"Yeah, Ben said everyone was coming here after the game but I guess we're the first ones."
"I guess so" you shrug, looking down at your fingers shyly.
Anakin bites his lip nervously before glancing down at the menu. "Well since we're here, might as well look for something to eat right?" He chuckles awkwardly.
You nod and pick up the menu in front of you. Anakin slides his phone out of his pocket, keeping it under the table as he texts Ben.
Anakin: where are you guys??? It's just me and Y/n here!
Ben: enjoy your date 😉
Anakin's eyes widen in disbelief of what he's reading. "You're fucking joking" he mutters.
"What? What is it?" You ask, looking at him in concern.
Anakin scoffs, "they set us up. On a date." He told Ben not to interfere!
Your eyes widen and then your face drops. "Oh, I'm sorry." He furrows his brows as you start to gather yourself things.
"Wait, where are you going?" He reaches for your hand to stop you when you move to get up from your seat.
"Well it's just us and you seemed pretty annoyed so-"
Anakin shakes his head, "no no I'm not annoyed that I'm with you. I'm annoyed because I told Ben not to interfere."
"Interfere with what?" He lets out a sigh and you settle back down on the bench.
"So... I have feelings for you and Ben knows that. I told him not to interfere because I wanted to ask you out myself, I just didn't have the courage to do so. But here we are." He nervously chuckles, gesturing to the two of you sitting alone at the table.
You swallow, "you have feelings for me?"
Anakin nervously bites his lip before nodding. "Yeah, I have for a while now. Since we sat next to each other in Chem last semester."
You fidget with your fingers as you contemplate what you should say. "I um...I have feelings for you too Anakin."
"You do?" He asks and you nod. He lets out a breath of relief. "How about we turn this into a real date then?" You smile and nod excitedly.
After ordering your food, the two of you talk and talk. His hand inches closer every few minutes and you glance down when his pinky grazes your finger before lacing his hand with yours with a shy smile.
The two of you walk out of the restaurant still hand in hand. "Despite being tricked into this date, I'm really glad it happened." You tell Anakin when he walks you to your car.
"Me too. But we're definitely not giving them any credit!"
"Oh definitely not!" You laugh, glancing down at your interlocked hands as you swing them side to side. When you meet Anakin's eyes, he swallows nervously.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He whispers quietly, too scared to say it any louder. You don't respond, you just pull him closer and connect your lips in a soft, delicate kiss.
"Goodnight Anakin." He pulls away so he can open your door for you. When you get in your seat, he leans over with a smile.
"Goodnight Y/n." He kisses you one last time before closing the door. As he watches you drive off, he realizes that he just fell in love with you.
Ooo. please nerd!Anakin Skywalker x cheerleader!reader and they're having smut at the gym bleachers
Behind the Bleachers
Summary: After Anakin walks in during your cheer practice, you start to get hot just from the feeling of his eyes on you. So hot in fact that you can't wait to get home to fuck him.
Warnings: reader is down bad for Anakin and vice versa, unprotected semi-public sex, quickie, almost getting caught, creampie, some fluff, porn with little plot, smut, MDNI 18+
A/n: wow you guys really like nerd!Anakin lol. Dw I do too 😌
You're in the middle of your routine when you hear the doors of the gym open. You quickly glance over, smiling when you see your boyfriend walk in. "Sorry, this is a closed practice." Your cheer coach tells him. He stops in his tracks and stands there awkwardly.
"Sorry Coach, I told him to meet me here." She glances at you with a look of hesitance. "I know, I should've told you I'm sorry."
She let's out a sigh before reluctantly agreeing. "Okay fine he can stay here. Practice is almost over anyway." She turns back to Anakin and nods, giving him permission to stay. He smiles and sits on the bleachers, far enough where he wouldn't be a distraction.
Unfortunately for you, he's always a distraction. No matter how far he is, your eyes always manage to drift back to him. He places his book bag on the floor and leans back on the railing to watch.
You meet his eyes and practically melt when you see that soft, encouraging smile on his face. He looked so hot, especially with the way his glasses have slid down his nose just a bit. You could fuck him right here in the gym. Maybe you will.
If you didn't know this routine by heart, you would've missed the last move, messing up the whole dance. Thankfully that wasn't the case. You finish with a backflip and kneel down with the rest of the girls, shaking your pom poms.
"Great job everyone! That's it for today, I'll see you again next week." The team disperses as you all head to the bleachers to grab your bags. Anakin stands from his seat and grabs his book bag before walking down the steps to meet you at the bottom.
"That was great!" He tells you.
"Thanks Ani" you lean up to kiss him, and then again.
You pull away to say bye to your teammates as they pass to leave. "Good job as always today Y/n. But next time, please let me know when you're having a visitor come during practice okay?"
"I will, I promise. Goodnight coach!" She waves goodbye before leaving the gym as well.
When the door shuts, Anakin turns back to you. "So, are you ready to go hom-" you cut him off with a needy kiss. He drops his bag from his shoulder so he can hold you properly and pull you closer.
"Needy for me already?" He mutters. You smile against his mouth as you drag him further behind the bleachers where no one can see you. "Here?" He asks, glancing around. You nod as you begin unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt to kiss his chest.
"I can't wait. I need you now Ani, please? Just to hold me over til we get back to your place." You look at him with the best puppy dog eyes you can manage until he finally gives in.
He glances around the gym again, looking up to make sure there are no cameras. You're about to plead again before he slams his lips on yours again. "Okay, but we have to be quick. Can you be quick for me baby?" You nod eagerly, already reaching for his belt.
He places a chaste kiss on your lips before unbuckling his belt himself. He lowers his pants and underwear just enough to release himself before picking you up. You grip the railing of the bleachers beside you for stability as he moves your panties to the side.
"Shit you're soaking, no wonder you couldn't wait." He says in bewilderment, surprised that his mere presence alone has you this much of a mess for him already. He does one last quick glance around before filling you in one thrust.
"FU-" he slaps his hand over your mouth, wincing when the first sound of your moan echoes around the gym.
"You gotta be quiet my love. If you don't, we'll have to stop and I know you don't want that." You shake your head, his hand still on your mouth. "Now be a good girl and keep quiet okay?" You nod and he lowers his hand.
His thrusts start off slow to ease you open, not wasting much time to quicken his pace. You hide your face in his neck, biting down on his shirt in attempts to keep your volume low. Anakin isn't doing much better either, a few noises too loud for his liking, escaping him as well.
Your eyes widen and his hips still when you hear the sound of the door opening across the gym. Anakin is about to slip out but your heels dig further into his ass, keeping him inside. He looks at you in bewilderment.
He knows this is dangerous, he knows the two of you should just leave. But the look in your eyes is desperate, pleading for him not to stop. You cling onto him tighter as you move your hips, an attempt to get him to move.
He hears the sound of footsteps wandering around the gym doing god knows what and his eyes flutter shut in shame. He covers your mouth with his hand again before moving his hips once more. You whimper against his hand and your eyes clench shut as you try to stay silent.
Anakin bites his lip and looks up to the ceiling as he also tries to keep his sounds of pleasure at bay. Sensing this, you move your hand from his shoulder to cover his mouth, allowing him to groan silently.
His eyes light up when he hears the footsteps fading away and the gym door opening and closing again. Both of your hands drop from each other's mouths and he's quick to slam his lips on yours. "Fuck, I'm close."
"Me too Ani please make me cum!" His thrusts quicken as he chases your highs. His mouth falls on yours again but the kiss is all heavy breathing. Your nails dig into his clothed back as you fall over the edge.
"I'm cumming baby!" He groans before his hips still, filling you up. His forehead falls onto your shoulder as he catches his breath. He lets out a chuckle of disbelief as he meets your eyes. "You are insane my love."
"But you love it."
"I love you." He kisses your lips and then your cheek. "And maybe I love it a little bit."
You hum, "I knew you did you fellow freak." He jokingly rolls his eyes before setting you down on your feet, pulling your panties back up before fixing his own appearance.
He picks up his bag as well as yours one hand, holding yours in his other. He peaks around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before heading towards the gym doors.
You toss him your keys when you get to your car. "I'm kinda thirsty now, can we get boba?" You ask after he gets in the car after you.
He chuckles with a head shake, "whatever you want my love. You know I can't say no to you."
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Summary: After an awful date, you vent to your bodyguard, Qimir, on the way back home. In an attempt to console you, things take a sensual turn.
Pairing: bodyguard!Qimir x actress!reader
Warnings: annoying rich guy as a date, mentions of men using reader, fluff, reader venting to Qimir, reader crying, kissing, oral (fem receiving), brief hand job, some tagalog, unprotected sex, smut, MDNI 18+
A/n: expect a lot more bodyguard!qimir in the future because I'm obsessed with him 🤭
After confirming the time and place for your date, you wander around the corridors in search of your bodyguard, Qimir. You pass the gym in your house before tracing back and seeing him through the cracked door.
Just as you’re about to open it wider, your eyes widen when you see him standing there shirtless as he lifts the barbell. Normally, he's fully covered and composed. But right now, he looks so exposed.
You can't help but feel like a bit of a creep as you spy on him, watching the way his muscles flex, the sweat glistening his abs, the grunts he makes. What are you doing? You can't be thinking of your bodyguard like that!
Fuck, you really need to get laid. Maybe if the date goes well today, you'll get lucky.
Qimir places the barbell down before lowering to do push ups and a small noise escapes you, causing his head to snap up in your direction. "Hello?" You close your eyes in embarrassment before opening the door. "Oh, hi. Did you need something miss Y/n?"
"No I um..." You're starting to get flustered as you try to avoid looking at him in such a perverted way. He’s the one who’s shirtless while you’re fully clothed, so why do you feel so vulnerable right now under his watchful eyes? You adjust your sleep shorts, pulling them a little further down when you see him glance at them. "I just wanted to tell you that I have a date later tonight."
He nods, "alright. I'll get the car ready after I'm done here." He gestures to the weight beside him.
You nod before starting to turn away. "No rush, it won't be for another few hours." Qimir makes a noise of acknowledgement and looks at you with raised brows, a silent way of asking if that's it. You awkwardly nod at him before leaving the gym.
You lean on the wall beside the door and close your eyes with a sigh. God, you really hope things go well tonight. You're not sure how much longer you can handle feeling pent up like this.
A few hours later, you descend down the stairs in your dress to see Qimir waiting for you at the door. He glances up when he hears the sound of your heels clicking on the hard floor. You miss the way his breath gets caught in his throat.
You meet his eyes and for just a moment, he forgets it's not him you're dressed up for. That he's not the one you're going out with. And as quickly as the feeling comes, he squashes it fast.
“Well? How do I look?” You hold your arms out, spinning around slowly for him.
He smiles softly, “you look lovely miss Y/n. Shall we go?” You nod and he opens the door for you to head to the car.
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You watch with boredom as the man in front of you goes on and on about his new sports car. Every word he says goes in one ear and out the other into the muffled sounds of everyone else in the restaurant. All hopes you had earlier flew out the window in the first 10 minutes or so when you got here.
On the side near the wall, you glance over to Qimir, who has been keeping a close watch on you the whole time. He meets your gaze and raises his brows in question. You subtly nod once and he gets the hint, disappearing momentarily.
You wait a few minutes before pretending to get a notification on your phone, interrupting the man in front of you. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's my agent." You're already standing from your seat and grabbing your purse and coat. "It was nice seeing you!" You don't even give your date the chance to say anything before rushing out of the restaurant.
Lesson learned, don't give classic rich guys a chance. Just because they have money, that doesn't mean they have a personality. All they care about is looks and their wealth, taking whatever chance they can get to flaunt it.
You sigh in relief when you finally see your car pull up. Qimir parks and gets out so that he can open the door for you. You give him a grateful smile before getting in. He shuts the door and gets back in the driver seat.
“Fuck, that was awful. I didn't even get to order dessert!” you scoff as you buckle your seatbelt.
“Do you want me to stop somewhere?” He asks as he starts the car.
“No, I'll just eat the ice cream we have in the freezer.” He nods and you look over at him. “Thank you for taking me home early Qimir." You sigh, resting your head against the seat and closing your eyes.
"Of course. You alright? He didn't try anything, did he?" He glances at you in the rearview mirror before driving away from the curb.
"No but ughhh he was so fucking annoying! All he talked about was himself and barely gave me even a second to get a breath in for myself.” You dig the palms of your hands into your eyes, irritated with yourself for saying yes to the date.
You're never letting yourself feel pressured into going out with someone you're not interested in again, especially just because you're horny. No dick is worth that amount of boredom and torture.
Now that you think about it, he most likely wouldn't even be able to get you off. He'd probably put his pleasure over yours anyway.
You meet Qimir's eyes in the mirror. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump this all on you. I'm not paying you to listen to my intimacy problems." You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head as you look out the window to watch the buildings go by.
"I don't mind," Qimir shrugs, "I like that you trust me enough to tell me these things. We are friends, are we not?" He raises a playful brow at you in the mirror and you smile, probably the most genuine you've had since before your date a few hours ago.
When you first hired Qimir as your personal bodyguard, he was very serious. He barely spoke unless spoken to and he stayed quiet for the majority of the time. Considering all of his previous clients were classy and all business, that's the sort of energy he was used to carrying. But you were having none of that.
Sure he was your protection, but if he was gonna be around you all the time, you wanted him to be your friend on some level. So after the first day you met, you spent every single day after that trying to soften his hard outer shell. It started off small with a few questions to get to know him better.
You lean forward from the back of the car to rest your elbows on the center console. "Do you ever smile Qimir? I only ever see you frowning or with a neutral face." You rest your cheek on your palm as you study him.
"I smile. Sometimes." He says plainly in that deep husky voice of his. He glances at you from the corner of his eye. "I suggest you lean back before you hurt yourself." You let out a humorous scoff but listen anyway.
It took maybe two months for you to see just a crack in his mr tough guy facade. And just that alone made you happy. You're even happier now with your relationship with him today.
After getting his approval, you continue with your rant. "I just–" you let out a sigh of defeat. "I just feel like all people care about when they see me is my money and my career, not me. They don't care about the person beneath all the fame. All they want is a piece of eye candy hanging on their arm-"
You start to choke on your words the more your thoughts start to sink in. "A-and it gets so lonely because all I want is just a deep, true connection with someone y'know? Someone who sees the real me and that I can be myself with and doesn't care about all of the fame and the money, but me as a real person." Your sniffles start to turn into full on sobs and Qimir looks at you in the mirror with pitiful eyes.
"I have all these fans and people that say they love me, but at the end of the day, I still feel like the loneliest person ever. If everyone loves you, do any of them really do?" You give up on talking. Instead, you shift your focus on trying to catch your breath and stopping your tears.
Qimir shakes his head and pulls the car into an empty parking lot before turning the engine off. You look up with furrowed brows as he gets out of the car. "Where are you go-" he slams the door shut before you could finish your sentence.
A second later, the back door swings open and he gets in the seat next to you. "What are you doing Qimir?" He doesn't say anything. He just opens his arms, a silent invitation for you to intrude his space.
Another sob breaks out of you as you scoot closer and lean into his chest, letting him wrap his strong arms around you. He stays silent as he rubs your back soothingly while tears continue to fall down your cheeks.
When your breathing has evened out and your body stops shaking, you finally lean away from him. "Thank you Qimir."
"Can I tell you something?" He asks quietly. You nod, wiping your tears with the handkerchief he hands you. "I think those guys are fucking idiots." You pause before looking up at him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry ma'am, but they don't deserve you. You remember what I was like when you first hired me. I was quiet, serious, intimidating..."
"Very intimidating!" You interrupt. "Like a big scary monster!"
Qimir chuckles, "Yeah, that. But getting to know you and being your bodyguard has been such a pleasure. You changed me. You treated me like a friend."
"You are my friend Qimir." You place your hand on top of his resting on the seat and he stares down at it, caught off guard by your action.
He hums, "you're kind, funny, beautiful."
"You think I'm beautiful?" You arch an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head with a playful eye roll.
"You know you are and that's not the point. What I'm saying is, you’re an amazing person. And anyone who turns down the chance to see that part of you is missing out. Fuck those guys! They can be miserable by themselves!" That makes you laugh and he feels a sense of pride in his chest.
He hesitates before speaking again. "And if I were in their position..." he trails off.
"You would what?"
"I'd think I was the luckiest man in the galaxy." Your heart skips a beat at his words. But the strange thing is, that it doesn't even shock you. In fact, this isn't the first time your heart did that with him.
You start to think of the other times this has happened.
Between takes on set, you tend to have a small snack break. Without fail, you'd always offer him some of whatever you were munching on. Most times he would decline, but the rare moments he would accept your offer made you beam with pride. And the small, just barely there, smile he'd give you afterwards made your heart skip.
That was the first time it happened, but you ignored it.
He was driving you home after having lunch with a few costars while you told him some drama they told you. "And Dafne said that Charlie actually lied about being a donor!" You let out a scoff of disbelief before glancing over at him in the driver seat. He doesn't respond, just keeps quiet with his eyes on the road.
Thinking he wasn't listening to you, you cross your arms over your chest and stare out at the window instead. At your sudden silence, Qimir glances in the rearview mirror and can't help but smile softly at the way you're sulking in your seat. He holds back the amused chuckle that wants to escape his lips. "Well? What did Dafne say after that?" You meet his gaze in the mirror and your face lights up before finishing the story.
That one was a bit harder to ignore.
The nights you would meet up in the kitchen to have tea late at night because neither of you could sleep out of pure coincidence, which quickly became a routine for months. The way he'd open up a little bit more about himself each night, giving you a small glimpse of the mysterious man in front of you.
This morning in the gym when he was shirtless and glanced down at your legs. The way he looked so in awe of you when you asked him how you looked in your dress before leaving for your date. And even right now with him comforting you after said shitty date.
How did you not realize it before? All of the things you've always wanted in a man, have been right here in front of you the entire time. He knows you, the real you. And he likes that version.
"I don't want to cross any boundaries or anything but-"
"Fuck it." You lean forward and connect your lips with his, cutting him off. You feel him freeze and you immediately pull away with wide eyes. What the fuck did you just do?
"I- I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done tha-"
He cups his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in again. "Don't apologize," he mutters against your lips. With your mouth still on his, you messily remove your heels. He deepens the kiss and holds your waist as you move to straddle his lap.
You tug on his hair and he lets out a low groan. He pulls away panting, "Shouldn't we go somewhere more private? Do this at home? In bed?"
"There's no one here. And I want you now." You try to kiss him again but he pulls back shaking his head.
"I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you."
You raise a brow with a confused smile, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? I initiated this."
"Yeah but the difference is..." he swallows. "I don't care if you use me."
You shake your head, moving your hands from his shoulder to cup his face. "I don't want to use you."
"You don't?"
You shake your head again, "I really want this. I want you."
He lets out a breath he's been holding as if he's relieved to hear that. "Then have me." He lets you kiss him again and this time, he doesn't hold back. You push at the opening of his coat and he helps you slide it off, throwing it onto the front seat of the car.
He presses his hands against your back pulling you closer until you're sitting right against him. You gasp against his mouth when you feel him poking you from underneath. Even from this angle, you can tell how big he is.
"Please, touch me Qimir." You beg.
"Are you sure?" You nod eagerly. His fingers grasp the zipper at the back of your dress and slowly drags it down. You pull the fabric off of your shoulders, leaving you in just your undergarments, and he stares at you in awe.
He's been dying to take this dress off of you from the moment you descended down the stairs. At the time, he felt jealous that you were dressed for some guy who he knew didn't deserve you. He never thought he'd be the one taking it off just a few hours later. And God was he glad things turned around for him.
You take his hand and place it on your right tit, throwing your head back when he immediately squeezes it. "I've always wanted to see these." He mutters under his breath, more to himself but you heard him.
"Yeah?" You smirk. His gaze snaps up to yours, and instead of backing down like you expected, he just nods with a confident grin.
His head dips down so he can take one of them in his mouth, massaging the other. Your hips roll against him and he groans against your skin. He grabs your hips and you're worried he's going to stop you, but instead, he pushes you further down on his erection.
He lets go of your tit with a pop. "Feel what you do to me? What you've been doing for the past few months?" He starts moving your hips so you're grinding against him.
"Months?!"
"Yes baby, months." Baby, fuck you love the sound of that. "It's been so hard having to hold back from touching you like this. You always look so fucking beautiful."
"Show me how much you've been wanting me. Don't hold back." The car shakes when he lifts you off his lap and lays you on the seats with him hovering above you. He looks so good on top of you like this. You can definitely get used to this view.
He leans down just a few inches from your lips. You tilt your head up to connect them, but instead of closing the gap, he lowers his face into your neck. That cocky fucker.
He sucks hard on the side of your neck where it can easily be covered by your hair before running his tongue soothingly along the spot. You feel yourself getting wetter, and not just on your neck. You grab his hips and tug him further down on you.
He smirks against your skin when you start grinding up into him. He starts kissing down your abdomen until his face is right above your waistline.
"I know you didn't wear these for me, and it absolutely kills me right now, but fuck I love them." He snaps the waistband against your hip and you let out a mix of a whine and squeal.
"They're for you now," you breathe out. He smiles and leaves a trail of kisses along your thighs, worshipping you. He bites his lip when he sees the wet spot on your panties.
His fingers hook into the waistband before glancing up at you. "Is this okay?"
You nod.
"Words, beb."
"Yes it's okay. Please take it off!" He kisses the wet spot on your panties before dragging them down your legs, discarding it somewhere on the car floor.
He sighs in disbelief when he sees your soaked cunt lit up from the street lamps and moonlight. "Tangina"(fuck), he whispers to himself. His fingers gather some of your wetness before dragging it up to your clit and rubbing small, slow circles.
Your head falls back against the seat with a quiet moan. "That feel good?" He asks, scanning your face for any discomfort.
"Please, I need more" you plead. He prods his finger at your entrance before pushing in. He moves slowly before adding a second finger, making a scissoring motion inside you. He feels his mouth begin to water as he watches the way you stretch open for him, coating his digits with your slick.
He can't hold back anymore and he buries his face into your cunt, devouring you. You let out a cry as his tongue skillfully works along your sensitive bundle of nerves. He groans against you when he feels you squeeze his hair, only motivating him further.
"Fuck, Qimir right there!" You moan when he curls his fingers, hitting your g spot.
"Yeah? Right there?" He starts abusing your clit and your g spot with his tongue and fingers. He speeds up the pace. You throw your head back as you near your climax. Your free hand searches for something to grasp– the seatbelt, the headrest, the door handle, anything! You feel Qimir lace his fingers with yours just as you reach your peak.
As you come back from your dazed state, you realize that this is the most intimate moment you've ever experienced. And it's with your bodyguard! After helping you ride out your high, he pulls his fingers out of you before bringing them to his mouth. "Masarap, I knew you would taste good."
He leans back down to kiss you, the two of you quickly falling into another makeout session. Your hands travel from his hair, down his chest, until they land on his belt. With your mouth still on his, you frantically start to unbuckle it.
He places his hands on yours to stop you and pulls away with an awkward chuckle, "are you sure? We're in a parking lot." He glances around, it's still empty. And God knows he doesn't care, but what if you do?
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, "We've already gotten this far Qimir. The least you can do is finish it and fuck me." He slams his lips back on yours before slipping his belt off and removing his pants.
You quickly unbutton his shirt, dragging your fingers down his abs. You pull away from his mouth to ogle at the pure muscle in front of you. "I've been wanting to touch these since this morning, I can't believe you've been hiding these from me for so long."
He tilts his head with a raised brow and grin, "I thought you were ogling me earlier." He teases. “But it's okay, I was doing it back.”
You giggle before kissing down his body until his erection is right in front of you. You glance up at him through your lashes before kissing his clothed tip, tasting the pre-cum seeping through the cloth.
"Fuck," he sighs as he throws his head back. You pull his underwear down, biting your lip when his cock bounces up with the red tip oozing.
"Needy for me huh?" You look up at him with a teasing smile as you pump him.
His hips jolt and he removes your hand so he can lay you back down. "I should've expected you'd be this talkative."
You shrug, not even bothering to deny it because it's true. "You know me."
“I do.” He hums before kissing your neck again, "we'll see how talkative you'll be when you're full."
"Then let's test that theory bodyguard." He slams his lips on yours before reaching for his cock, rubbing the tip on your clit and driving you both absolutely insane.
"Still on birth control?"
"Of course" you sigh out. Your fingers cling to his shoulders in anticipation as he prods at your hole.
"Just to be clear-"
"Yes, I'm sure about this now please just fuck me Qimir!"
He chuckles at your eagerness but doesn't hesitate to listen. He pushes in at an agonizingly slow pace, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein as he enters you. Your nails dig into his arms as you try to adjust to his size.
It's been a while since you've had sex but even you know that none of the men in the past have ever been as big as him. "Fuck!" You groan, eyes clenched shut.
"It's okay baby, just relax I got you. Almost there, just a little more."
He finally bottoms out and you let out a huge exhale. "Holy shit you're big."
"Are you okay? Need me to pull out?" He asks as he brushes some hair out of your face. You shake your head. "You're good?" You nod. "Let me know when I can move."
After a few moments of catching your breath, you nod. "You can move now, Qimir." He does so very slowly and carefully. You breathe through his thrusts until they turn into moans.
"That's it, easing up for me now." His thrusts quicken and your moans get louder. "Got too quiet for a bit there."
"F-fuck you"
He smirks before hovering his lips over yours, "you are." He kisses you again, groaning against your mouth. More and more groans start escaping him, filling the car along with your own sounds you’re making. His jaw falls open and his eyes flutter shut as he breathes shakily. "Tangina, ang sarap mo. You feel so good."
Your legs wrap around him when he settles more of his body weight on top of you. From this angle, his groin rubs deliciously on your clit. "I- shit I'm cumming!" You cry out, clinging onto him tighter.
He kisses you again, "I got you, it's okay. Let go for me." You slam your mouth back on his as you shake from your orgasm. "That's a good girl. Ang galing mo. You're doing so good."
He helps you ride out your high as he starts to near his. "Tangina I'm close. Where do you want me?"
"Inside"
His eyes snap up to yours "are you sure?"
You cup his face delicately and nod, "I'm sure." He kisses your palm before falling on his forearms, his face inches above yours. His thrusts speed up as he chases his high.
“Lalabasan ako agad sayo.” (you're gonna make me come hard) he mutters to himself. His breathing becomes more rigid as he loses more and more of his composure. You clench down hard on him and that does it for him.
"Pakshet I'm cumming!" His forehead rests on yours as his hips stutter before his thrusts still. You moan when you feel him fill you up with his seed.
When he regains his composure, he kisses you one last time before pulling out and grabbing some tissues from the middle console to clean you up. You've never felt so cared for after sex before. He helps you back into your dress and puts your heels back on your feet.
Once you're decent again, he caresses your cheeks with a soft look in his eyes. "Let's go home." He says before kissing you again. He opens the door to get back in the driver's seat and starts the car.
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Qimir The Stranger taglist: @t03soup @lovelettersfrommai @raspberryhours @thesassypadawan
☆ When they first meet, Qimir is very serious and closed off so she spends every single day trying to crack his mr tough guy facade for months
☆ He lives in her home just to make things easier, meaning they are together 24/7
☆ He sometimes helps her practice her lines at home
☆ Between takes on set, if she had any snacks with her, she'd offer him some. Most times he would decline, but the moments he would accept her offer made her beam with pride
☆ Whenever he'd drive her places, she would always tell him about her day despite him being there with her. If she thinks he's not listening, she goes quiet and stares out the window with a pout. He glances in the mirror and smiles when he sees her sulking before asking her to continue, in which she does so happily
☆ If neither of them can sleep, they always end up meeting downstairs for some tea in the kitchen. It's never planned, just a coincidence
☆ She loves to go on nature walks to clear her head from work and he secretly loves it too
☆ If someone annoys him, he would mutter something in tagalog. She would often hear him which led to him teaching her so they can talk behind people's backs
☆ Whenever they get boba, she can't help but laugh at how cute he looks walking around with a serious face while holding a cup decorated with bears and stars on it
☆ While attending an event, he tries to quickly usher her inside but she wants to say hi to some fans and runs away from him. He then has to chase her and picks her up so she doesn't run again.
In a relationship:
☆ Secret relationship but there's a lot of speculation after people noticed how they look at each other and subtle touches he gives her
☆ After a video of him goes viral, a ton of fans start drooling over him, making her jealous. Partially because the attention is off of her, and partially because she doesn't want other people to see him the way she does.
☆ If Qimir ever got hurt on the job and she needed a new bodyguard to temporarily replace him, he would monitor the new guy like a hawk! So much to the point that he can't wait for Qimir to heal faster.
☆ She hates when she needs a different temporary bodyguard because they don't understand her like Qimir does.
"I don't like him. He's so closed off, like you were in the beginning but worse! And he doesn’t even laugh at my jokes like you do."
"How dare he!"
☆ He struggles to stay professional if she ever needs to film an intimate scene
☆ When she attends events that requires dressing up fancy, he pretends his extra staring is for protection when in reality, he just can't take his eyes off of her. Sometimes it gets so bad that he has to wisk her away to taste her under her dress
☆ He has his own little collection of her merch in his room which she comes across and he gets embarrassed.
☆ Don't even try to take him away from her as her bodyguard because she is NOT letting that man go! And there's no way in hell he'd ever work for someone else after her
☆ Gives her piggy back rides and holds her heels after premieres and award shows
☆ Falling in love has only heightened his desire to protect her even more
☆ If a fan flirts with her during a meet and greet, he gets extra intimidating because he's jealous which only makes her tease him further
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Qimir The Stranger taglist: @t03soup @lovelettersfrommai @raspberryhours @thesassypadawan lmk if you'd like to be removed or added :)
Summary: You decide to treat Qimir and your followers to a special treat.
Warnings: porn w no plot, smut, oral (m receiving), mask kink(?), tagalog, sex on camera, creampie, shoving cum back inside, aftercare, love confession, fluff, MDNI 18+
A/n: thank you @raspberryhours for helping me with the tagalog parts
Part 1
"We're running low on ice cream," you tell Qimir before scooping a spoonful into your mouth and taking a seat across from him at the table.
He hums in response, "I'll get some tomorrow after work." He glances up at you from his laptop with a knowing smirk.
You bite your lip to conceal your smile, though you're not very convincing. "Thank you," you tell him shyly. He knows you so well, even more since the two of you started dating.
He turns his attention back to his computer screen and his jaw drops. "Holy shit!"
Your face drops at his sudden outburst, "What? What is it?!" You immediately shoot out of your seat to appear by his side.
"I was checking our earnings and the amount has doubled since you joined me! I've never made this much money on my own." He tilts his computer towards you so you can see and your eyes widen.
"Oh my god!" You cover your mouth, "That's enough to pay rent!"
Qimir chuckles, "yeah it is. And if we keep bringing in this much, we can have even more for ourselves."
You look down at him with a proud grin, "I guess it's a good idea I decided to join you then huh?"
The look in his eyes changes. His pupils grow darker, filled with desire for you. "Yeah. The viewers really love you. And...."
No, he shouldn't. It's too soon.
"And I think we make an excellent team." He says instead.
"Couple" you correct him.
He chuckles again with a nod, "I suppose we should get to work then."
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Now in his room, Qimir sets up his camera on the tripod, making sure there's a clear view of where the two of you will be. He walks back over to where you're standing by the bed before slamming his lips on yours.
"Are you ready to get to work?" Qimir mutters in your ear, his grip on your hips firm. His lips were already swollen from yours. And God did he look amazing.
"Always," you smile and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your face closer to his.
"Oh yeah?" He raises a brow.
You bite your lip, "mhm you always make me so horny Qimir." You whisper against his lips before connecting them again.
"Mmm fuck baby" He groans against you as he melts into your touch. His hands travel down to squeeze your ass, pulling you close so you can feel the effect you have on him.
"I wanna suck you off." You suddenly whisper.
As if he suddenly sobered up, his eyes shoot open and he moves away when you lean in again. "What?"
"I wanna suck you off." You repeat.
"But what about you—"
"You always make me feel so good baby, let me make you feel good." You move your kisses to his cheek and down his neck as he thinks about it, trailing your fingers down his clothed abdomen.
"Yeah, okay let's do it." You grin against his neck and immediately push at his chest, causing him to land on his bed with a grunt. He watches as you walk to the camera with a sway of your hips, mesmerized by you.
"One thing though," you turn back around to face him.
"Anything my love" he responds immediately.
"Are you gonna wear your helmet?"
"Do you want me to?" You slowly nod with a shy smile, a little embarrassed to admit that you find it really hot. He gives you a cocky grin that makes you question whether you want to smack it or kiss it off.
He chuckles and gets up from the bed to retrieve his helmet. He winks at you— causing a puddle to form in your panties— before putting it on. He resumes his position on the bed, manspreading while leaning back on his palms behind him.
You press the record button on the camera and make your way back towards him. You lean down, staring at his covered face while rubbing your hands along his muscular biceps which are covered by a tight black long sleeve. Your fingers trail down his abs and you feel his stomach clench as they descend further down to his thighs and you sink down to your knees.
Even with his helmet on, you hear the sound of his breath hitch and you smirk with pride. You continue to rub his clothed thighs, watching as the tent in his pants grows more.
Your pinky "accidentally" grazes his bulge and his hips jerk up immediately. "Do you want me?" You look up at him through your eyelashes.
"Yes baby, you know I do." You hear his robotic voice say breathlessly.
"Oh yeah? How do you want me?" You start rubbing his bulge, putting just enough pressure to drive him mad.
He groans and throws his head back in annoyance. He loved and hated when you teased him like this. "I want your mouth. I want it milking me dry until my dick is limp. I want to cum with you on your knees looking up at me with those pretty eyes of yours."
You bite your lip and unbutton his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down along with his underwear. His dick springs up, the tip red and leaking precum. You wipe your thumb along the tip, gathering the bead of liquid there, before bringing it up to your mouth. Your eyes lock with his as your lips wrap around your thumb, tasting him.
He groans at the sight and grabs the back of your head, not too tight but just enough to move you closer to his face. You can't see his eyes, only the small slits in the mask, showing you your own reflection. You look so gone for him, and you are.
"Hurry up and wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock before I make you." Your eyes widen at this new side of him.
The past few times you've slept together, he's been kinder, more patient. But now with these switched positions, it seems like his composure is crumbling much faster. And hearing his words through the robotic voice makes it ten times hotter.
You slowly take him in your mouth and his head tips back as a long groan leaves his lips. His grip loosens on your hair, gently massaging your scalp. "Just like that," he sighs.
He looks down at you and could probably cum just from the sigh alone. "You're so pretty like this sinta," he breathes out. You smile up at him the best you could. You suck harder and stroke faster which, causing him to throw his head back once more.
You hear him sigh and you can picture his eyes fluttering shut, his bottom lip between his teeth, his face in complete bliss. "Isagad mo pa." (Go deeper) he mutters. He gently starts rocking his hips into you, wanting control but not to hurt you, forcing you to take more of him.
You momentarily close your eyes, reveling in the sounds he's giving you. One of your hands lets go of his length and slides into your soaked panties. You rub tight circles on your clit, his moans egging you on.
When Qimir looks back down, he makes a grunt of displeasure. "Open your eyes, look at me." You do as he says and you lock eyes with him. "That's more like it." His gaze travels further down and he sees your hand between your legs. He smirks, though you can't see it.
"Are you touching yourself?" You nod and he chuckles. "Go ahead and cum. Cum while you suck my dick. Go on. " Your fingers fasten their pace on your clit as you continue to fist him.
He lets out a groan, "insert a finger. Fuck yourself." You do as he says, moaning against him, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. "Good girl. Ohhhh good girl that's it- that's it! Shit I'm gonna cum! Fuck!"
You quicken your pace, the fingers using to fuck yourself speeding up as well. "Ang sarap mo! Ang galing mo! Lalabasan ako agad sayo!"(You feel so good! You're doing so good! You're gonna make me come hard!) He rambles, getting closer and closer to falling over the edge.
With one last robotic noise of pleasure, you taste the saltiness on your tongue, swallowing every last drop. You help him ride out his high, stopping when his hips twitch from overstimulation. His body trembles when you finally lift off of him. His heavy robotic breaths fill the room as he tries to regain his composure.
He leans down so he's face to face with you. He lifts your hand, pulling it from your underwear and holding it up so he can see the glistening wetness from your orgasm. He silently brings it closer to your face until it meets your lips. He nods once and you open your mouth, allowing him to make you taste yourself.
He lets out a low, satisfied groan as you suck your release from your fingers. “Good girl.”
He lets go of your arm, letting your fingers fall from your mouth. "Get up here. Now." He grips the back of your neck lightly and pulls you up so that you're straddling his lap, your clothed pussy hovering just above his length.
You expect him to remove the helmet, but all he does is stare at you. He tilts his head when you pout. "Something you need?"
"Babyyyyy take it off!" You beg. "I wanna kiss you."
He lets out a breathless, robotic chuckle before flipping you over so that you're laying on the bed. You watch with anticipation as he reaches for the bottom of the helmet. Your breath catches in your throat when he finally removes it, revealing his sweaty, fucked out expression and messy hair.
"Happy now?" He grins down at you. You don't say anything. Instead, you grip the collar of his shirt before tugging him down to your mouth. You hear the thud of his helmet dropping to the floor, neither of you caring where it landed or if it broke or not.
All that matters right now is his lips on yours, his heat engulfing you, and his cock grazing where you need him the most. Your hands creep up his shirt, feeling his abs. He pulls away to quickly pull his shirt off before reconnecting your lips.
His hand drifts down into your panties and he groans. "You're this wet just from sucking me off?" You nod, letting out quiet mewls when he starts lightly rubbing your clit.
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh" your eyes flutter shut and your jaw falls slack at the pleasure he's giving you. He starts kissing your neck down to your collarbone. He lifts up your shirt to kiss your stomach before pulling it over your head.
After your shorts and panties join the pile of clothes littered across the floor, he lowers his head between your thighs. You feel his warm breath hit your clit and as much as you'd love to feel him eat you out, you needed something else more.
"Qimir." His gaze snaps up at you, eyebrows raised. "I need you to fuck me. Now."
He grins excitedly, leaving a soft kiss on your clit before leaning up to slam his lips on yours. You feel his tip rub along your wet folds and you grip onto him in anticipation. "You ready?" He asks as he prods at your hole. You nod and he slowly pushes in.
Your nails dig into his muscular shoulders as your eyes flutter shut from the delicious sting. He lets out a low, raspy groan as he bottoms out. "Fuck" he breathes out.
He pulls out until just the tip is inside before slamming back in. A loud moan rips from your throat over and over again as he continuously makes this motion. "You feel so fucking good sinta, god!"
He lowers down on his forearms, caging you in between his biceps with his face hovering above yours. He lowers down to leave messy kisses along whatever available skin he can reach from this angle. "I don't know how long I can last." He mutters shakily.
"It's okay baby, I'm almost there." Qimir takes that as his cue to reach between your bodies to where you meet and starts rubbing your clit. You clench down on him and he makes a gruff noise.
"Whose are you?" He asks, staring down at you with an intense glare.
"Yours!" You cry out.
"Ngh– again!"
"Yours Qimir! I'm yours!"
"That's right baby, all mine! Now cum for me like the good girl I know you are!" You don't need to be asked twice as you let go, giving him all of you.
His hips stutter and you know he's close too. "Oh- oh god I'm yours too! Fuck I'm cumming!" His thrusts become messy. His eyes clench shut and his mouth falls open as you feel him fill you up. "Mahal kita" he moans out with one last thrust.
He opens his eyes and leans forward to kiss your cheek, a surprisingly soft and intimate gesture after what he just did to you. He leans his forehead against your shoulder and shakily whispers, "mahal kita” once more before kissing the skin there too.
He pulls out and sits back, groaning at the sight in front of him. He gets up to grab the camera and moves in for a closer shot. "Keep your legs open baby, let the camera see the mess we made."
Qimir bites his lip as he moves in closer and he can't help but shove some of your mixed cum back inside. You let out a whine from the sensitivity and try to shut your legs but he holds them open, chuckling at your agony.
After giving you the most loving aftercare, Qimir lays beside you in his bed. You're wearing one of his shirts while he didn't even bother changing into anything other than his boxers.
He runs his hands up and down your spine and occasionally over your hair while you rub his bare abdomen with your head on his chest. He places a few soft kisses on your forehead, his lips lingering on the last one.
"I love you," he whispers against you, so quietly you almost didn't hear him. Your fingers halt on his skin as you look up at him with curious eyes.
"What'd you just say?"
"I love you," he repeats himself. He didn't sound nervous, didn't sound hesitant. He said it like he was certain, like he had said it to you a hundred times before this. He spoke those words with such truth as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
"I understand if you're not there yet. I just had to say it–"
"I love you Qimir," you cut him off. You feel his body physically relax under you at your confession.
He smiles softly before placing his hand on the back of your head to pull you closer. He cups your cheeks before placing kisses all over your face, causing you to let out small giggles. "God, I love you so fucking much sinta. Mahal kita."
"Is that what it means?" You ask, referring to the same words he said earlier after he came. He nods and you choke out a laugh before lightly shoving his shoulder. "Of course you'd confess it in a different language while you're balls deep inside me."
He lets out an earnest chuckle that shakes his whole body. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" You scoff with a meaningless eye roll before laying your head back down on his chest.
You feel his hand not so subtly drift lower before squeezing at your ass. You look up at him with a raised brow. "Something you need?”
He doesn't say anything as he carefully moves you so that you're laying on your back and he's hovering above you. "I want to make love to you properly, no cameras this time."
You smile before bringing him down to your lips. "Then do it." And oh did he show you just how much he loves you, in more ways than one.
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Summary: When visiting your friend's hometown, you catch a certain cowboy's eye. Throughout the trip the two of you grow closer than friends. And by the end of the trip, you find yourself riding more than just horses.
Warnings: cowboy is sort of a loose term, probably inaccurate Spanish, reader eats meat, creepy men hitting on reader, sexual innuendos, flirting, tension, angst, punching, cleaning injuries, kissing, fast slow burn, smut, protected piv, oral (fem receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, MDNI 18+
WC: 11.6k
A/n: I've had this in my drafts since April and this turned out wayyyyy longer than I initially planned and ended up being the longest fic I've ever written! Also shoutout to @love-chx @geminiwritten @thesassypadawan and @t03soup for listening to me yap and stress about this fic and helping me through it 🥹🫶🏼
Growing up in the city, the only animals you were used to seeing were rats running along the streets and pigeons begging for food when they weren't pooping on pedestrians. When your friend, Ally, invited you to visit her hometown, you jumped at the opportunity.
She grew up on a ranch with lots of animals such as goats, pigs, cows, and your personal favorite, horses. You were most excited to see her horses. You grew up watching Disney movies where the princess rides her horse with the wind blowing through her hair.
Just once, you wished you could experience that sort of freedom. Though you didn't exactly know how to ride a horse, Ally told you she would teach you how.
When you arrived, she introduced you to her family and showed you the room you'll be staying in. "Ally! You have company!" You hear her mom yell. She runs downstairs and you hear screaming. When you go down to check who's there, she's hugging who you presume are her childhood friends.
One of them notices you before the rest and he tilts his hat downward in greeting. Ally notices and gestures for you to come over. "Y/n, this is Jess, Alex, Miguel, and Joaquin. They're childhood friends of mine."
You give them a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you all." Your gaze lingers on Joaquin who's staring right back at you before quickly looking away when you catch him. If you were to touch his cheeks, they'd be burning hot.
"Hey, we were thinkin' of going to the bar tonight. Do you two wanna join us? It'll be just like old times Ally, gives Y/n a good ol' welcome too." Alex winks at you and you give a tight lipped smile in return. Ally looks back at you with a raised brow, silently asking if you'd wanna go.
"Yeah! Let's do it!" The group cheers and they tell you they'll meet up at 5. As her friends leave, Joaquin gives you one last glance and a shy smile before walking out the door.
As you unpack in your room, Ally plops down on your bed with a knowing smirk. "I think you caught Joaquin's eye."
You furrow your brows, not even looking at her when you ask, "What do you mean?"
"I mean I've known him since we were kids and I've never once seen him get all shy and blushy like that. He's usually a lot more outgoing and talkative around new people."
"Maybe he just had a day and doesn't feel like talking," you shrug and brush off the possibility that Ally's cute friend could be infatuated with you too.
"Uh uh denial is a river in Egypt my friend. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. And I can tell you like him too." She ends her teasing with a wink and gets up to leave you be while you finish unpacking.
You scoff and turn to look back at her, "I don't even know hi-" she cuts off your attempt to deny her accusation by closing your door.
Sure he's really cute but liking him? She's crazy.
The group of friends cheer when they see you and Ally enter the bar. It was packed with people and there was country music blasting from the speakers. When you get closer, your eyes immediately fall onto Joaquin who is already staring at you.
He tips his hat downward in greeting just like he did earlier. He seemed less shy to be looking at you now. It must be the alcohol in his system. You take the open seat across from him and you notice the way his lips quirk up just a bit. He takes a sip of his drink to hide his smile.
"So Y/n, where are you from?" You break eye contact with Joaquin to look at Jess. The rest of the group stares at you, waiting for your response.
"I'm originally from San Francisco but I moved to Los Angeles a few years ago for work." The group all raise their eyebrows, impressed.
"Oooo a city girl, okay!"
"Do you like it there?" You're caught off guard when you realize it's Joaquin who asked. That's the first time he's spoken to you through words and not just stolen glances. His voice is deeper and raspier than you expected and you find yourself wanting to hear it more.
"Well, it sucks being hours away from my family, but yeah I like it there. Although I don't see nearly as many animals there as I do here." You hold eye contact with Joaquin as you speak, the two of you barely even blinking.
Fuck what has gotten into him?
What's gotten into you?
"Ain't that right?" Alex's voice snaps the two of you out of your shared trance. "I hear the rats there are as big as dogs! Is that true?" That causes you to chuckle and Joaquin feels his heart swell at the sound. It'll be echoing in his ears all night as he drifts off to sleep like a lullaby.
Jess rolls her eyes at Alex's words and focuses her attention back on you. "So what do you do for work Y/n?"
"I'm a production assistant at Warner Brothers."
"Oh damn so you can hook us up right? Like let us meet actors and stuff?" Miguel leans forward, far more intrigued than he was earlier.
You chuckle, "that's not really up to me so I can't really say."
Miguel groans and leans back in his seat in disappointment.
"What's that like? Being a PA?" Joaquin asks next.
"I really enjoy it! I'm definitely running around a lot and it can be a bit stressful and it's not exactly my dream job but it's a fun job overall. I get to travel a lot and explore the world."
“What is your dream job?” He follows up.
“Being a screenwriter. It's been a passion of mine since I was younger.” Joaquin nods once, seemingly in thought.
“And she's amazing at it!” Ally cuts in assuringly, placing a hand on your shoulder while you smile shyly.
"I don't doubt it," Joaquin mutters before sipping his drink again.
Throughout the night you really get to know the group a bit more. Occasionally, you'd have small conversations with Joaquin, the two of you desperately trying to ignore the strong tension surrounding you. You hoped no one else noticed but from the look you'd catch from Ally, you knew she knew.
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You flop down on your bed with a tired groan as Ally follows in behind. Your body was aching from all the dancing and walking you did. "You are such a liar!" Ally shuts your door so she won't wake up her parents. She turns to you with a huge smile. "The tension between you and Joaquin is insane!" She sits on your bed giggling like a teenage girl talking about crushes.
"What tension?" You ask tiredly.
She scoffs, "what tension?" She says in a mocking tone, causing you to look at her with a deadpan expression. "The tension that you could sense from a mile away! The tension that was so thick you could cut it with a knife!"
"There is no tension, you're delusional, I'm tired, goodnight!" You grab one of the decorative pillows and hug it as you turn on your side away from her. She rolls her eyes and smacks your butt, causing you to flinch.
"Deny deny deny." She sighs and finally gets up to leave. When you hear the door click shut, you let out a sigh of relief. Now that she's gone, you can finally relax and fall asleep thinking about a certain cowboy.
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You were left at the house alone for a few hours while Ally went out to run some errands with her parents. They needed a few supplies for the animals and didn't want to bore you. "Are you sure you're okay here by yourself?" She asks.
"Yes, I'll be fine!"
"Okay, call me if you need anything. We'll be back in a few hours." She gives you a reassuring smile before getting in her dad's truck. Her mother waves to you with a sweet smile as they drive off.
That was a few hours ago. You've mostly been roaming around the house, snacking, and scrolling on your phone. As you were walking back to your room after eating lunch, you heard a knock on the door.
You quietly start to walk towards the door when another knock startles you. "Ally! You home? It's Joaquin, I need your help!" He needs help? Is he okay? Your eyes widen and you rush to open the door.
Just as you open it, you see him standing there with wide eyes holding up his fist about to knock again. "Oh! Hey Y/n," his face softens into a sweet smile.
"Hi Joaquin. Are you okay? I heard you needed help."
"Oh yeah! My truck broke down and I need a jump start. Is Ally home?"
"Uh no she ran out to go run some errands with her parents."
You give him a pitiful look when he groans and runs a hand down his face. "Awww damn! Did they take the truck?"
You nod, "but there's another car in the garage though."
Joaquin snaps and points a finger at you. "That's right! I forgot they bought a new one. Do you mind givin’ me a hand?"
"Yeah for sure!" You smile and follow him to the front of the house. He pops open the hood of the car and his truck and connects the cables.
"Yes! She lives another day!" He cheers when his car starts up again and you laugh. You turn off the car and he disconnects the cables. He lets out a happy sigh as he takes off his hat to run his fingers through his curls. You can't help but oggle at the way his muscles peak through his shirt as he does so.
You quickly look away when he glances back toward you. He nods his head, "what’re you up to today?"
You shrug, "nothing much. I've mostly just been scrolling on social media, being a couch potato."
He chuckles at the last part. He places his hands on his hips and bites his lip, glancing at his truck before looking back at you. "Have you gotten to see the town yet?"
You shake your head, "not really. The bar we went to yesterday is pretty much all I've seen so far."
He hums and gestures to his truck, "c'mon get in. Lemme show you around."
"Really?" You say excitedly.
"Yeah! What fun is a vacation if you don't get to explore?"
"Okay! Lemme just grab my bag!" You quickly run inside to grab your bag and apply just a little bit of lip gloss...just in case. When you walk back out, he's already in his truck which he's started.
"Howdy ma'am, I'm Joaquin and I'll be your tour guide for the day." He tilts his hat downward when you open the door, causing you to laugh. His grin widens, glad to have succeeded at making you smile. He starts pulling out of the driveway, "have you eaten today yet?"
"A little bit, but I can eat again."
"That's what I like to hear. There's a restaurant we can go to. It's my number one recommended place I tell all my guests to go to."
"Oh yeah? Do you get guests often?" You lean forward to switch through the different radio stations, making sure to keep the volume low so you can still hear him.
"Yeah, sometimes. Family, old friends, people vacationing who I just so happen to run into..." He pauses and glances toward you with a smirk, "but none of them are as pretty as you."
You jokingly roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder, "flatterer." You have to look away to hide the huge smile threatening to form on your face.
"To those who deserve it.” Joaquin catches the way you hide your face behind your fist as you stare out the window and his smile widens.
During the drive, the two of you fall in and out of conversation. But even during the silent moments, it's never awkward. And you appreciated that.
"Here we are!" He exclaims when the car comes to a stop in a parking lot. It looked like a Mexican Barbecue fusion place. You unbuckle your seatbelt but before you could open your door, Joaquin is already opening it.
You thank him and he hovers a hand above your lower back to guide you in. "Ayyyy Joaquin!" One of the workers shouts and rounds the counter to greet him. "Long time no see man! How're you doin'?"
"Hey man! I'm pretty good. Just showin’ my friend here 'round." Joaquin throws an arm around your shoulder, causing you to subconsciously lean in closer. "This is Y/n by the way! Y/n, this is Sam."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" You hold your hand out which he takes in his.
"Lovely to meet you Y/n." He says with a comforting smile. He steps back and glances from Joaquin to you then back at Joaquin as if he was suspecting something. "So what are you doin' in town Y/n?" He says turning his attention back to you.
"I actually came here with my friend Ally. She's visiting and invited me to tag along." Joaquin keeps his arm around your shoulder and looks at you as you speak while you try not to stumble over your words because of it.
"Ahh Ally! I haven't seen her in ages. Tell her I said hi please."
"I will," you promise.
He seems to remember that he has a job to do and rounds the corner again. "Anyway lemme get you two seated." He grabs two menus and guides you to a table.
“¿Solos amigos eh? Muy sutil.” (just friends huh? Very subtle) He whispers to Joaquin as you follow behind.
“Callar” (shut up) Joaquin bites back, quickly glancing back to make sure you don't hear or understand.
You don't, too busy looking around at the interior of the place to pay them any mind. You spot a picture of Joaquin and Sam on the wall and smile. It seems like they've known each other for years.
When you reach your table, Sam pulls your chair out and you give him an appreciative smile. Everyone here so far seems so friendly. "So Sam, is this your restaurant?"
"Oh no, this is my sister Sarah's business. I just work for her."
"What's that like?"
He looks to the back towards the kitchen and leans in closer to you, "let's just say I'm glad I'm gettin' paid at least." You chuckle at that and take the menu he hands you. "I'll be back with some waters."
Silence falls between you and Joaquin at the table as you scan the menu. "Anything you recommend?" You ask, keeping your eyes on the food options.
"If you want somethin' more simple, I suggest the barbecue platter. It has pretty much everythin' on it so it’s a good variety to choose from. If you want more of the Mexican fusion, the brisket tacos are really good!"
"Mmm that does sound pretty good. And the platter does look delicious too. Ugh I can't decide!" You groan, annoyed with your indecisiveness.
"I'll be orderin' the brisket tacos. You can try mine and see if you like it."
You look at him with wide eyes, "Are you sure?"
He meets your gaze and nods, "Yeah! As long as you don't have cooties or anythin'."
You giggle at that, "no I don't."
"Then I see no problem in sharin’."
You smile softly at him, "okay then. We'll share."
Once you get your meals, you're immediately overwhelmed with the amount of food in front of you. You're definitely gonna be in a food coma later. "Here, you can have the first bite." Joaquin says, offering his plate of tacos.
You take one of the tacos and as soon as you bite into it, your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Holy shit! That's hella good!" You exclaim in amazement. You've never tasted anything that good.
Joaquin chuckles and shakes his head when you try to give it back. "That one's yours."
"You sure?" You ask and he nods. You slide your plate closer to him, a silent invitation to take what he wants. "Take as much as you want. I don't think I'll be able to finish this all anyway."He shrugs and takes one of each meat.
When you take a bite of one of the ribs, Joaquin can't help but laugh. "What?" You furrow your brows together in confusion.
"You just got a little...here lemme get it." He gestures to his cheek but opts to grab a napkin to wipe the bit of sauce that got on your cheek himself. "You're so cute" you hear him mutter, but you pretend you didn't.
"So Y/n," you hear Sam say as he walks back to your table. "What d’you think for your first time?"
"It's so good! I'll definitely have to come back before me and Ally leave!" Joaquin's smile fades at the reminder that you're not staying. He got so caught up in spending time with you that he completely forgot that you're only on vacation.
Eventually this little bubble he's created between you two will pop. He can already see it, you'll go back to California and continue on with your regular life and forget all about him while he'll be stuck here thinking of you, missing you 24/7. It's pathetic.
Fuck what are you doing to him?
"Joaquin?" He's snapped out of his pitiful daze at the sound of your sweet voice. "Are you ready to go?"
His brows knit together and he looks down to see the check. "Did you already pay?"
"Yeah! Did you not notice?" You look at him confused. He shakes his head and watches as you grab your bag and begin to stand up with him following your lead.
"I could've paid." He says earnestly, feeling a bit guilty that he wasn't paying attention and that you ended up paying.
"Don't worry about it. You can just pay me back with something else."
He cocks his head to the side, "Oh yeah? Like what?"
You shrug, "that's for you to decide."
He opens the car door for you and you thank him. When you get in your seat, you let out a loud satisfied sigh. "That was good," you breathe out. "I can sleep right now."
Joaquin chuckles when he gets in and starts the car. "You can take a short nap and sleep longer later. There's one more place I wanna take you."
You do end up napping on the short drive to your next destination. You wake up from Joaquin slightly shaking your shoulder. "Where are we?" You ask as you hop out of the truck to see a wide meadow in front of you.
"My parents used to take me here a lot when I was younger. We used to have picnics and play soccer. That's actually how I discovered my love for it."
"Did you ever consider playing professionally?"
"Yeah, that was my plan actually. Joaquin Torres, soccer champion!" He holds his hands up, pretending to gesture to a banner with that title written on it in big bold letters. "That was the dream." He sighs sadly and looks down at the grass.
"What happened?" You're careful not to push or overstep any boundaries.
"It didn't work out," he mumbles in disappointment. “My dad died and then there was an accident during a game–” He clenches his eyes shut, shaking his head to cut himself off before the emotions really get to him. "After that got thrown out the window, I didn't really have much of a reason to leave anymore. So I didn't." He lets out a humorless laugh, “Sometimes I think I’ll be stuck here forever.”
"I'm sorry Joaquin." You say earnestly, in which he shrugs in response. You hesitate for a moment before speaking. “I found my job out of pure luck. My previous job was really bad. Shitty hours, even shittier pay. I was a struggling mess trying to keep up with rent. It also didn't help that I was dating a complete asshole at the time.”
His gaze is intense as he holds on to every word leaving your mouth as if it was sacred text from an ancient book. You were the preacher and he was the believer. It felt like the two of you were the only people in the world.
“And then what?” He asks, eager to hear more about your life prior to meeting him.
“It was like the universe took pity on me. At work I started chatting it up with a customer, and that customer turned out to work at Warner Brothers. I told her about how shitty my job was and she told me they were hiring PAs. I applied and was immediately hired.” You sigh happily, “and ever since then, my life has been totally different.”
Joaquin's mouth curved into a smile, genuinely glad that things ended up working out for you. “I’m not saying all of this to boast about how amazing my life is or anything, trust me it’s not all sunshine and rainbows.” You place a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but everything will work out for you Joaquin. I know it will.” You smile reassuringly, “And…if you ever do decide to become a professional athlete or travel the world, come find me. You’ll have a supporter right here.”
He nods with a sad grimace, “Thank you Y/n. That means a lot to me, really.” He looks out at the scenery in front of him to hide his teary eyes. The sun has just barely started its descent but it casts a beautiful glow in front of him.
You can sense the sadness still lingering around a bit so you decide to change the subject. "It's beautiful here. Peaceful." You kneel down to pluck a small flower peaking out of the grass.
"I come here sometimes to just clear my head, think of the good times." He turns back to you and with a soft smile, takes the flower from your fingers and carefully places it behind your ear.
"How do I look?" You bat your eyelashes and make a small pose.
His lips quirk up and his eyes soften. "Beautiful.” His hand stays where it's at right by your jaw. He slowly caresses your cheek and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. When they open again, he's already looking at you. He leans in just an inch, hesitant to move any closer.
You move an inch, inviting him to meet in the middle. But just before you can–
*bzzzz*
Your phone starts vibrating in your pocket. There goes your intimate moment with him. "It's Ally. I better take this." You step a few feet away before bringing the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”
"Where are you??" She asks in a small panicky and concerned voice.
"Joaquin stopped by cuz his car broke down so I helped him. Then he took me into town to show me around a bit."
There's silence on the other end and you can already tell what she's thinking. "Oh?" Any worry in her voice is long gone, now replaced with intrigue.
"You stop whatever you're thinking! We're just friends." You say more quietly so he wouldn't hear. But why? That's what you are right?
"Suuuurrreee sure! Are you coming back soon? My mom's asking, she's a worry wart." You can practically hear the eye roll when she says the last part as if she's used to this. And she is.
You turn to Joaquin who's kicking the grass like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "Yeah, we'll be on our way." After hanging up, you walk back up to Joaquin.
"We should probably head back," he speaks up before you do. He tries to hide the sad look on his face when he says it but he doesn't succeed.
"Yeah, yeah we should." You clear your throat and walk back to the car, not daring to look back at him as you hear him follow behind.
-
When Joaquin pulls into the driveway, Ally is standing on the porch with her arms crossed and a faint knowing smirk on her face. Joaquin walks you to the door, dreading meeting her. And so are you.
She throws her arms around you, pulling you closer. "Thanks for getting her back home safely Quino." With one arm wrapped around your shoulder, she holds her fist up which he bumps with his.
"Of course. I am a gentleman after all." He boasts, eliciting an unimpressed hum from Ally in response. "Anyway I should go."
"Do you wanna stay for dinner? My mom's preparing it right now."
"Nah that's okay! I'm pretty full from earlier, we had a big lunch" he chuckles awkwardly while patting his stomach. "Thanks though, see ya!" He smiles at Ally before glancing towards you with an awkward tight lipped smile.
Ally's brows furrow together, "the hell was that?"
You sigh and remove her arm from your shoulder. "I need to tell you something." You take her hand in yours and drag her up to your room.
When you tell her what happened, she gasps out a shriek so loud you had to cover your ears.
"Friends my ass! You almost kissed?!" Ally exclaims, shoving your shoulder a little harder than she meant to. You didn't plan on telling her, and you really didn’t want to, but the scenario just wouldn't leave your mind. You had to tell someone.
"Yes! Friends! I barely know him."
"You know him well enough to have wanted to shove your tongue down his throat and vice versa!"
You grimace at her choice of words. "Gross! It was just the heat of the moment! I'm sure he didn't think much of it either." You shrug nonchalantly, but inside, you were anything but. You hoped that he hadn't thought so little of something that meant a big deal to you.
"Y/n, listen to me" her voice is much softer than a few seconds earlier and you’re relieved. "I've known Joaquin since we were kids. He’s the most hopeless romantic you’re ever gonna get. I've been there through every relationship— which is only two. Trust me, I know how he looks when he's caught feelings. And you got him catching feelings bad."
Your head drops with a sigh, not really wanting to believe it. You contemplate what you should do, but as fast as the thought of a possible relationship with Joaquin comes up, so does your shield. "I don’t wanna hear anymore of this. I'm tired, I'm gonna take a nap." Ally watches in disapproval as you get under the covers, evading the conversation. "Wake me up when dinner's ready please." You say, closing your eyes.
Ally lets out a scoff of disbelief and gets off the bed. Just as she opens the door, you say "Sam says hi by the way."
-
You haven't seen much of Joaquin for the rest of the week. You'd hang out with the rest of the group but when Ally would ask where he's at, Miguel or Jess would just say he's busy or not feeling well. And every time without fail, Ally would give you a look that you could never really decipher. It scared you not knowing what she was thinking.
But alas, a new week has started and you hoped it'd be better than the last one. You woke up with the sun peaking through the curtains, shining in your eyes. After a few minutes of just laying there staring into the abyss, you groggily get out of bed.
You squint from the aggressively bright light when you open the curtains all the way. When your eyes finally adjust to the morning sun, your gaze lands on a familiar figure walking toward the horse stables.
You frantically get dressed and make yourself as presentable as possible before heading out to the stables. When you walk over, Joaquin is standing next to one of the horses brushing its fur.
"Joaquin? What are you doing here?"
He lightly jumps at the sound of your voice. The motion of his brushing pauses and his body stiffens, not expecting to hear you or anyone else. He gathers his composure to respond.
"Just helping out with the horses. I like to come here to help Mr. and Mrs. Kim from time to time, repay them for everythin' they did for me growin' up." He glances over his shoulder to give a quick smile before turning his attention back to the horse and resuming his task.
"I haven't seen you in a while," you say sadly.
He sighs, slowing his movements until he finally stops. "I'm sorry." He places the brush on a nearby stool and turns to face you. "After that day we hung out and the...thing in the meadow," he averts his eyes away from you, "I felt like maybe I fucked everythin' up so I kept my distance until things maybe wouldn't feel awkward anymore."
You chuckle playfully, keeping the atmosphere light. "You didn’t fuck anything up Joaquin. It's okay, really. And honestly you staying away these past few days made things way more awkward than if you stayed."
He scrunches his face in embarrassment, "I'm sorry. Can we just forget it ever happened?"
You smile, "sure." You move forward and wrap your hands around his neck for a hug, much to his surprise. You hadn't realized what you'd done until he wraps his arms around your waist to hug you back. You felt your heart rate pick up and a jolt of electricity run down your spine.
You awkwardly step back and clear your throat, making Joaquin want to pull you back in.
Instead, he gestures to the horse in front him. "Have you met these lovelies yet?"
"I can't say that I have."
"This is Destiny, this one is Sugar, and this big guy is Hank." He points to each horse as he moves further down the line.
You tilt your head, "Who named them?"
"Who do you think?" He chuckles.
"What are you implying?" You hear a voice say before spotting Ally come around the corner with her arms crossed and an offended look on her face.
"That you don't know how to name animals." Joaquin smirks.
Ally's mouth drops in offense and she shoves him. "I was like ten you jackass! ¡No seas tan idiota!" (Don't be such a jerk!) She scoffs with an eyeroll.
Joaquin lets out a hearty laugh that you wish you could capture on a vinyl and relisten to on repeat forever. He turns back to you, "Do you know how to ride a horse angel?" He picks up the brush again to continue what he was doing before.
Angel, that's a new one.
Neither of you acknowledge the new nickname, but you could practically feel the giddy look Ally is burning into the side of your face.
"Definitely not!" You laugh out loud.
"I'm sure Joaquin would loooove to teach you!" Ally says, throwing an arm around your shoulder. She leans in closer to whisper, "maybe he can teach you to ride something els-" you slap a hand over her mouth.
"I mean yeah I could." Joaquin replies, not looking at you.
You turn to him with wide eyes, "w-what?"
"I can teach you how to ride a horse," he turns around to face you and you quickly drop your hand before he can see. But you were too slow.
"Is she being weird again?" He asks, side eyeing Ally.
"Always"
"Hey-"
"That's true" Joaquin cuts her off.
"Okay! I did not come out here to be insulted! My mom wanted me to tell you guys that breakfast is ready, she made gyeran bap and kimchi fried rice.
"Ooouuu yes I'm starving!" You groan.
Ally nods to you before turning to her friend, "Quino?"
"I'll be there in a bit, I'm almost done here." He gestures to Hank who he's brushing.
Ally stays back for a few minutes longer while you walk back to the house. Once you're out of their eyesight, you fan yourself as you leave the stables.
Joaquin and Ally walk in not long after you've gotten your second plate. Ally's mom really knows how to cook! The food here is really making you not want to leave so soon.
“I already made you a plate Joaquin.” Her mom says, handing Joaquin his food while cupping his cheek.
“Thanks eomma,” he smiles and takes the seat next to yours at the table, his knee just a little too close to yours for you to be normal about it.
“Are you actually serious about wantin' horse riding lessons?” He asks before scooping a spoonful of egg in his mouth.
You shrug with a nod, “yeah. I think it could be fun!”
“Alright, Sunday afternoon will be your first lesson then.” He points a stern finger at you, “don't be late!”
You sit up straighter and nod, “I look forward to our lessons.” The mock serious look on your face has Joaquin's professional facade break as he smirks.
“Miguel's asking if we wanna go to the rodeo tonight. What should I tell him?” Ally rounds the kitchen island holding her phone, ready to type out an answer.
“I'm down!” Joaquin answers.
“I've never been to a rodeo before,” you say a little anxiously. “What is it exactly?”
“It's basically a sporting event with stuff like bull riding, roping, barrel racing, stuff like that. Joaquin and I used to go all the time with the group when we were younger.” Ally explains for you.
“Do you wanna go?” Joaquin asks.
“Sure, it could be fun I guess. You'll just have to explain what's happening though,” you joke to Ally.
“I gotchu girl.” She nudges your shoulder before texting Miguel back.
-
“Look who finally decided to show up again after a week of disappearance!” Alex shouts and brings Joaquin in for a bro hug.
“Hey man, sorry for being absent. Just had some shit to deal with. Everythin's cool now though.” He glances over at you and you smile back at him before looking away.
“Our seats are over here,” the three of you follow Alex close behind as he guides you through the crowd. Joaquin keeps a hand hovering above your back in the process. You end up sitting between Ally and Joaquin who's thigh is right against yours due to the squished area.
Throughout the competition, you can't help but wince every time a person gets hit. You wonder if this is even safe for the animals or the people. You find yourself subconsciously moving closer to Joaquin and even hiding your face in his shoulder when you suspect a harsh collision. But him, on the other hand, he just wraps an arm around you to rub your back to comfort you while keeping his attention on the show.
“So what'd you think of the rodeo?” Jess asks, all of you are at the bar now. You definitely needed a drink after all the stress that rodeo put you through.
“Yeah I uh…it was fun!” You put on a fake exaggerated smile.
“You liar!” Joaquin laughs next to you. “She was all like ‘oof’ ‘oh no!’ And hiding her face on my shoulder.” He covers his face as he jokingly mocks your expressions during the event.
“Okay fine! It wasn't exactly my cup of tea but it was an experience for sure.” You side eye Joaquin with an annoyed expression in which he responds with a light hearted nudge to the shoulder and genuine smile to show that it was all jokes.
“I'll be right back. I'm just gonna use the bathroom.” You slide out of your seat and Joaquin immediately misses your warmth.
“I'll come with you,” Ally offers, about to get out of her seat as well but you hold your hand up.
“Don't worry about it, I'll be gone for like 2 minutes.” You wave her off and she hesitantly settles back down on the bench.
When you leave the bathroom, there's a seemingly drunk man leaning on the wall closest to the exit. You kindly smile at him and try to walk past before he grabs your wrist harshly. “Hey there, pretty lady.” He grins down at you. You can smell the alcohol on his hot breath. “How come I've never seen you before?”
“I- I'm just visiting a friend. Now if you'll excuse me...” you manage to get out of his grip but he's quick to grab on again.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” He leans his face in closer to the point that you have to hold your breath.
“Please let go of me. I'm just trying to get back to my friends.” You plead, repeatedly trying to remove his hand from your arm. You clench your other fist, ready to punch the guy with all the strength you can manage.
“But we can have so much more fun here-”
“She said let go!” The two of you turn to see Joaquin standing there, broad shoulders and a stern look on his face.
“Torres!” The man squeezes your arm tighter, causing you to wince before letting go. “Here to stake a claim on your new bitc-” the man isn't able to finish his sentence before Joaquin punches him right in the jaw, not wanting to hear whatever derogatory words he has to say about you.
A fight breaks out between them, catching the attention of the rest of your friends. “Oh shit!” Miguel yells as he and Alex quickly run over to stop the fight. “Joaquin! Stop! Relax man!” Miguel tugs Joaquin up while Alex pulls the other man away from him.
“FUCK YOU TORRES!” The man spits out a puddle of blood before storming off into the men's bathroom.
“What the hell was that?!” Miguel and Alex start pestering Joaquin for answers while Ally and Jess move to console your shaking figure.
“Are you okay?” Ally asks worriedly, bringing you in for a hug.
“Yeah, a bit shaken up but I'm alright. Just some creep trying to hit on me when Joaquin came in to help me. Things just got way out of hand.”
Ally looks down to where you’re holding your arm. “He didn’t hurt you did he?” She gently moves your hand away to examine it.
“Not terribly. It might bruise a little bit, but nothing I can’t manage.” You put on a brave face. “I almost punched the guy.”
“And I’m sure you would’ve done quite a bit of damage,” Jess replies.
Ally rubs your arms with a look of sorrow, “c'mon. Let's head home.”
On the ride home, you glance over to Joaquin in the back seat. He hasn't spoken much since the fight or getting in the car. He's just been staring out the window lost in thought. Whenever you passed street lights, you caught a glimpse of the cuts and bruises forming on his face. The sight made your heart ache.
When Ally pulls into the driveway and you all get out, Joaquin starts heading to his truck but you stop him. “Wait,” you turn him towards you, giving you a better look at his bruised face. “Lemme help you with that.”
He's hesitant but reluctantly nods, following you inside and letting you guide him to the couch. He just sits there silently, holding an ice pack to his face while you grab all of the supplies needed to clean him up. You grab a wet paper towel to clean off some of the blood and the first aid kit under the bathroom sink.
You set down all of the supplies on the cushion next to you while you kneel beside him. He stays silent as you gently clean the dried blood with the damp cloth. “Thank you for helping me back there. A punch or two was deserved but I wasn't expecting a full blown fist fight.” You gently smile, trying to keep the atmosphere light.
He just shrugs, “the asshole deserved it. You shouldn't have had to deal with that, no woman should for that matter.” You smile softly, still focused on the task at hand. “And you're welcome by the way.” He adds quietly. His eyes flicker around your face before glancing down, “How’s your arm?” His fingers itch to reach out and touch it but he doesn't.
“It’s a little bruised but not terrible. Nowhere near as bad as how you look.”
“You sayin’ I’m not handsome anymore angel?” He says in mock offense.
“I didn’t say that pretty boy.” Pretty boy, fuck.
He raises a brow, “Pretty boy?”
You jokingly roll your eyes, “Don’t let it get to your head.” Too late.
You set the cloth aside and grab the rubbing alcohol. “This might sting.” He nods and takes a deep breath, letting out a hiss when the alcohol soaked cotton pad meets his skin. You finish him up with a cute hello kitty bandaid, which was all they had.
You cup his cheek with a smile, “almost as good as new.” The air around you grows tense, the burning in your chest making it difficult to breathe. And from the way Joaquin takes in a deep breath, the same must be said for him too.
Your hand never leaves his cheek as the two of you start to slowly lean in. You can feel his warm breath hit your cheeks. The smell of alcohol is evident, but this time, you don't mind it. You can get drunk on that smell alone.
Your lips just lightly graze his but the two of you quickly jolt away when the hallway light suddenly turns on and you hear footsteps hastily coming closer.
“You got into a fight?!” It's Ally's mom. “Are you alright dear?” She gently grabs his face and inspects it.
“Yeah, I'm alright eomma. Y/n fixed me up so I'm good as new.”
She hums, “I'll make you some seaweed soup. It will make you feel much better.”
“Thank you eomma but I think I'm just gonna head home, I'm pretty tired.”
“With that bruised eye?! No no no I don't want you getting into an accident. Just stay in the other guest room and rest!” Joaquin reluctantly agrees, knowing there's no persuading her anyway.
After getting ready for bed, you knock on the door of the other guest room which just so happens to be across the hall from yours. You hear heavy footsteps move inside before the door swings open, revealing his dimly illuminated, gorgeous face. “Hey, I just wanted to say thank you again. For helping me earlier.”
He smiles softly, “Yeah, no problem.” Silence engulfs the both of you, but it's not awkward. It never is.
“Well anyway…goodnight.” You lean up to kiss his cheek, making him freeze in his spot. You pull away and quickly retreat back to your room, not looking at him before shutting the door.
Great, just when you thought you couldn't fall any harder.
-
This time, it's you who tries to keep your distance from Joaquin. You'd still see him every so often and you'd keep the conversation civil and light. But you no longer went out of your way to see him.
When he came by to help with the cattle or the horses, you didn’t go out there to make conversation. You just sat by your window, admiring from afar.
You made sure to keep at least a few inches between the two of you if you found yourselves sitting next to each other. But if given the chance, you'd choose to sit even further, though it killed you inside because your body desperately craved to be closer to him.
You only had about a week and a half left here. You had to get your heart in check. You can't be falling for someone who will probably forget all about you once you're out of the town. You can't bear the pain of holding him in your heart back in California while he probably wouldn't even spare you a single thought.
But oh, when his eyes meet yours from across the room, when his fingers just barely move an inch closer to yours, you can't help but indulge in your delusions for just a little bit, holding on hope that maybe he could feel something for you too. But then reality hits you and your walls go right back up.
Your luck of avoiding spending time alone with him eventually runs out when Sunday rolls around and it's time for your horse lessons. You debated whether or not you should make up an excuse that you weren’t feeling well or that you didn’t want to learn anymore. But that would just make things worse and even more awkward. You had to bite the bullet.
You wait outside for Joaquin to arrive for your lessons when a different car pulls up. It's not Joaquin's, he normally drives a truck. The driver side door swings open and out walks Alex. You stand up from the porch swing to greet him. “Hey Alex! What are you doing here?”
“Hey Y/n! I'm just here to pick up Ally for the movies. What're you doin’ out here?”
“I'm just waiting for Joaquin. He's giving me horse riding lessons.”
“Is that so?” You nod. “Is there uh…is there somethin’ goin’ on between you two?”
Your eyes widen and you let out an unconvincing laugh of disbelief, “what?! Pfffttt no! We're just friends.” You make an exaggerated motion of your hand to wave off his assumption.
“I see,” he nods. His eyes drift lower to the collar of your shirt, the neckline dipping lower than what you'd normally wear. "Nice shirt,” he says, biting his lip which you don't notice as you glance down to your attire. It was particularly hot today and this was your loosest shirt you owned.
"Thanks!” You smile in appreciation. You glance up to the cowboy hat on his head and point to it, “I really like your hat."
"Thanks, wanna try it on?" He asks, already reaching for it.
"Sure" you shrug.
"Go ahead, take it." He leans down lower so that it's easier for you to grab. Just as you reach up to take it off, you hear someone shout.
"No no no! Don't do that." You turn to see Joaquin jogging towards the two of you. "What the fuck do you think you're doin’ man?!" He says to Alex with a scowl, standing in front of you protectively.
"What's wrong?" You ask from behind Joaquin, but your question is ignored when Alex speaks up.
“She just wanted to try my hat on. What's the harm in that?” He smirks, pretending to be clueless while knowing damn well what he was doing.
“You know what you were doin’. I thought I told you to stop doin’ that shit man.” Joaquin scoffs.
Alex just blows him off with an eye roll, “whatever man. I gotta get Ally” he brushes past Joaquin, bumping shoulders with him and winking at you before walking inside the house.
“I'm sorry about that” Joaquin sighs, turning back to you as he rubs his forehead in annoyance.
Joaquin has known everyone in the group since childhood except for Alex. He joined when the group was in high school. Joaquin was never really that fond of him back then, and the same could be said now. Though, he tolerates him a little better now for the sake of the others.
“What was that? Why wouldn't you let me try on his hat?” You ask with furrowed brows. “Does he have lice or something?” You laugh, trying to joke but he doesn't. Not even a cracked smile.
"There's uh...a rule about putting a cowboy hat on." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly.
"A rule? What rule?" Now you're even more confused.
"Well, it goes 'save a horse, ride the cowboy.' Basically if a girl takes a hat off and puts it on her head, then that means they wanna fuck him."
Your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen. You certainly weren't expecting that. "Oh! Ally never told me that."
"Yeah well now you know. Guys like Alex like to pull a fast one on unsuspectin’ girls to get them in bed. I try to stop it when I can, knowin’ they don't know any better." Sometimes it ends with either the girl slapping Alex or getting in bed with him anyway. But Joaquin doesn’t like taking any chances of it not being the latter.
"Well thank you for informing me, Joaquin."
"No problem," he smiles. “Anyway, let's get on with those lessons shall we?” He places a hand on your lower back to lead you towards the stables. And boy do you feel yourself growing hotter, and not from the heat of being outside.
“We can use Destiny. She's Ally's horse and frankly, the nicest of the three.” He greets Destiny and guides her out of the stables. “A’right first, lemme demonstrate how to get on.” He says after setting the saddle on her back.
“You wanna approach her from the left side, place your left foot in the left stirrup like this, hold the reins and mane with your left hand. Then you wanna use your right hand for support on either the saddle or on the horse's back for balance. Next, push off with your right leg, swing your right leg over her back, and gently settle into the saddle like this.” He looks down at you with a smile while you look up in confusion. “Don’t worry, I’ll help.”
He hops off and places your hands and feet in position. “Now just lift up.” You try to swing your leg over Destiny's back but you end up falling backwards into Joaquin’s arms. “It’s a’right! It’s a’right!” The two of you share a couple of laughs. “Here lemme give you a boost.” You try again but this time, with a little help from him, you’re able to successfully swing your leg and settle on Destiny’s back.
Joaquin joins you soon after and shows you how to ride and steer. “Havin’ fun?” He asks from behind you, his hands on top of yours holding the reins.
You nod, “I’ve always wanted to ride a horse.”
“Yeah? Well it’s about to get a lot more fun!” You don’t have time to question him before he gestures for Destiny to speed up from a trot to a run. You gasp and grip tighter as she makes her way further down the dirt road, leading farther away from the house. “Don’t worry I gotcha.” You hear Joaquin reassure.
You ease up a little bit and smile as you feel the wind blow through your hair. It felt just like a scene from a movie. You felt like a princess running off into the sunset with her handsome prince.
When you return back to the ranch, you follow Joaquin back to the stables to settle Destiny back in her place. “There ya go, good girl.” He scratches her chin after giving her a treat. He turns back to you, “how was that for your first ride angel?”
“That was so much fun! I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” You exclaim with a huge smile on your face, the adrenaline still very much pumping through your veins. “Thank you so much Quino!” You throw your arms around him and bring him in for a hug. He’s surprised at first but immediately wraps his arms around your frame.
His heart flutters at the way you called him by his nickname. It sounded so much better coming from you.
“Of course,” he mumbles. The smile never leaves your face, even when you pull back to look at him. Your hands stay resting on his shoulders while his stay on your waist.
Silence engulfs the two of you as you stare at each other. You hear Destiny make a noise behind you before feeling her snout nudge you, moving you closer to Joaquin.
The two of you share a few giggles at the horse’s actions. You glance up to the hat on his head, covering his dark curls. He watches your face intently as you hesitantly reach up to remove the hat from his head. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes widen when you place it on your own head.
His breath hitches, unsure what to do with himself now. His grip on your waist subconsciously tightens as well as his pants. He's fighting so hard not to come apart from that action alone.
"Angel–"
You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him close to your face. "I'm wearing the hat, and now I wanna ride the cowboy."
He picks his jaw right up to form into a smirk, "well alright then."
With your hand still holding the collar of his shirt, you tug him into the house. You haven't kissed him. Not yet. Not until you're in the privacy of the guest room and he traps you between him and the door.
You try to connect your lips but, as if he wanted to torture you, he pulls back. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to regret this." His voice gets quieter and you can hear a slight unevenness when he says the last part. His insecurities are peaking through.
As much as he hates to admit it, Joaquin fell for you way harder and faster than he thought he would, than he thought he could. And because of your prior life to meeting him, he's become insecure about what happens once this is all over. What happens when you leave him?
Your eyes soften as you cup his cheek and stroke his skin. "Joaquin, I will never regret you or our time together. I want this, I want you."
He exhales sharply as if he's been holding his breath waiting to hear those words. With that confirmation, he finally gives you what you've both been craving since the moment you laid eyes on one another.
You feel yourself start to float as soon as his lips finally touch yours. Despite being miles and miles away from California, this right here, being with him, feels like home.
He backs you up against the door and grabs one of your legs to wrap around him. He leans forward so his groin grinds against yours. You let out a moan against his lips and he smiles. "I need you," he whispers desperately against your mouth, on the verge of going crazy if he doesn’t have you now.
"Have me then." Something flickers in his eyes and he kisses you again, harder. It was like a switch flipped inside him. The gentleness he had was now replaced with an animalistic desire to fuck you until you pass out.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer as if he's trying to fuse the two of you into one so you'll never leave him. He wants to keep you forever.
He starts walking backwards until his knees hit the mattress and just as you're about to push him on it, he grips your waist and lays you down instead. You look at him with wide eyes as he grins cheekily above you. The two of you stay like that, silently admiring one another up close.
You rake your fingers into his curls, massaging his scalp which elicits a low groan from his throat. You use this leverage to tug him down back to your lips which he greedily devours, already missing the feeling.
“You're so fucking beautiful” he can't help but whisper. He cups the back of your neck as he pulls away to lean his forehead against yours. “I've wanted you since day one. I never wanted anyone else once I laid my eyes on you, angel.”
It's true. When Joaquin first saw you descend down those stairs when he and the rest of his friends first came to visit, he swore he just saw an angel come down from the heavens to bless his poor heart.
You beam up at him and nudge his nose with yours, “I knew you would change my life when Ally opened the door and I saw you. I just never knew how good it'd become.” His smile widens and he kisses you again, still grinning which made it a bit harder to keep your lips attached but you managed.
As your makeout grows rougher, your hips start moving more too. Your head becomes dizzy at the sounds of his groans alone from you grinding up against him. Joaquin feels like he can cum just from this, but he doesn't want this to be over yet. He never wants this feeling to end.
He pulls away for air but when he leans down again, instead of meeting your lips, his kisses land on your neck. “I think it's time for me to repay you for lunch angel.” You squeeze his hair, a silent plea while his hand glides up your shirt just above your ribs. “Can I take this off mi corazón?”
Fuck you can hear him call you that forever and ever and never get sick of it.
“Yes, please take the damn shirt off.” He chuckles against your skin as you're already lifting your arms up so he can pull it off of you. As soon as it's over your head, your hands immediately aim to take his shirt off as well.
Your mouth drops when the piece of clothing falls to the floor. You've hung out with Joaquin for weeks and you're only now seeing his God-sculpted abs?? You really should've done this sooner.
He lifts your chin with his finger to meet his eyes. They're filled with so much lust and joy when you look at them. “You're drooling a bit there mi amor,” he smirks. He wipes the imaginary drool on the side of your mouth. “You're so cute,” he mumbles and you immediately get flashbacks to the first time you hung out at that restaurant.
You swallow the nerves and match his smirk. “How can I not? It's like you were sculpted by Gods.” You run your fingers along his abs, grinning at the way his breath hitches at your touch. Your hands glide to wrap around him as you gently kiss and nip at them.
“How do you think I feel? Seein' you look so fuckin’ perfect all the time?” He unwraps your arms from him to lay you back down, pinning them above you. “You have no idea how hard I've been holdin’ back from touchin’ you like this. Seein’ that dipshit at the bar put his hands on you, I wanted to kill him. And seein’ Ale-”
“I don't want to talk about those assholes.” You cut him off. “I want to hear more about you and how much you want me.”
He bites his lip to conceal his grin, “I think it'd be better to just show you.” He places a kiss on your lips, then your neck, and continues downward until he's right above the waistline of your shorts. He hooks his fingers under the hem.
“Can I-”
“Yes!” You answer before he even finishes his sentences.
He chuckles and mutters a quiet, “needy girl.” He leaves a trail of kisses along your thighs, worshipping you before tugging your shorts down. He sighs and bites his lip when he sees the wet spot on your panties. “This all for me?” He raises a brow at you.
You bite your lip and nod, “mhm all for you baby.”
He hums, satisfied with that answer. He kisses the spot before moving your panties down your legs. You feel his hot breath above where you crave him most, making you clench around nothing. His tongue darts out and he licks a stripe up your folds.
“Ay Dios mío, sabes a cielo.” (oh my god you taste like heaven), he grumbles against you. You whine at his words. His voice and the fact that he's speaking another language goes right to your core.
His eyes flutter shut as he continues to lick and suck at your clit as if you're the only thing that can quench his thirst. He'd lick all the way from your hole to your clit, spitting on it, and then sucking on your it as hard as he could. This pattern drove you crazy.
He begins thrusting his tongue in and out of your tight hole. You moan louder and start grinding against his face. You need more!
“Joaquin- baby- more- please!” You breathe out, struggling to speak with his mouth doing sinful things to your pussy. He inserts two fingers and you arch your back.
“This better angel?” His eyes open to look at you, a complete mess for him.
“Yeeesssssss!” His fingers speed up as his tongue rapidly flicks against your clit. His other hand clenched down on your thigh as he dives in for more, wanting to get closer. "You’re so good!” The pleasure he gave you made it hard to keep your eyes on him and he loved how he had that effect on you.
He moans against you when you tighten your grip, the sensation makes you see stars. Your legs shake and quiver around his head when you finally fall over the edge harder than you ever had before.
But even after that mind-numbing orgasm, his fingers don't stop. They keep moving and he keeps sucking. He doesn't care if he can hardly breathe, he wants to make you cum over and over as much as he can until you have to fly back home and he's determined to make it happen.
You writhe in his grasp but his hold on you only tightens. It’s not until you’re on the verge of tears and a gush of liquid squirts out of you that he stops.
Your body falls limp on the mattress and you watch Joaquin rise on his knees with a proud grin covered in your slick. From the surprised look on your face, he can tell you’ve never squirted before. And that only boosts his ego even more.
You sit up and grab him by the shoulders to bring him back on top of you to kiss him. Your taste on his lips has your mind spiraling. All you can think about is him.
Your hands trail down his abs towards his belt and you feel him smile against your lips as you needily unbuckle it and pull down his pants and underwear. He kicks them off and grabs a condom from his pants before throwing them somewhere on the floor.
He tears the wrapper open with his teeth and you swore you felt a tear roll down your thigh. That really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. He tosses the wrapper on the bedside table and just before he can hover above you again, you push at his chest so he's laying down.
You straddle his hips and he lets out a huge exhale. Shit, he thinks he might’ve died from heatstroke and gone to heaven. How else would he be seeing this beautiful angel above him?
“And I thought the other position was stunnin’ damn.” You smile and reach for his cock. His eyes flutter shut and his head falls back, hitting the bedframe as you torture him by slowly rubbing his tip along your folds.
“You wanna fuck me baby?” You whisper against his lips.
His eyebrows scrunch together and he bites his lip before nodding. “Please,” he begs desperately, looking up at you as if you were the most precious thing in the whole world.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You press a light tender kiss on his lips before settling down on him.
His jaw drops open as he feels your tight walls grip every inch of him tightly. "Fuuuck" his eyes roll back as he takes in the feeling. He almost feels like a virgin again from how hard he's trying not to cum in that moment.
He leans his forehead against yours and thrusts his hips up to meet yours. His eyes are droopy and his mouth hangs open. “You feel so good cariño- fuck- so good!”
His eyes clench shut and he drops his head on your shoulder, placing kisses along your collarbone. The sound of moans and skin slapping echoes across the room. Your hands pull at his hair, causing him to let out a groan.
He looks so hot like this in his fucked out state. You’re seeing a new side of Joaquin you never thought you’d get the chance to see.
“You’re so big baby, so deep. I’ll feel you for days, even on the plane ride home.” You whisper along the skin of his cheek, jaw, neck, anywhere you can reach.
Joaquin lets out a shaky moan and lets his eyes flutter shut as your words shoot right down to his dick. “You’re gonna make me cum sayin’ shit like that cariño.”
You smile against his cheek, “That’s the plan my love.” he lets out another moan at that name.
‘My love’
That sounds so good coming from your lips. He wants to hear you say it over and over again. He wants to be your love forever.
You breathe out a moan as your head falls to his shoulder, “I’m gonna cum.”
“C’mon angel,” he groans and wraps his arms tighter around you, his hips speeding up into you. Your cheek rests on his shoulder as he takes what he wants from you. “¡Dámelo! ¡Suéltalo! ¡Eso es!” (Give it to me! Let go! That’s it!)
You finally let go, giving him everything you have. His hips jolt and twitch as he chases his own high. And when he gets there, you swore you can feel it, even with the condom on. Your body goes limp on his chest and he keeps his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace.
Once you have the strength to lift your hips one last time, he removes the condom and ties it before tossing it in the trash. It’s at that moment when you settle down, that the feeling of impending doom settles in both of you.
You look up at him when he turns to you. “I don’t want you to leave,” he confesses quietly as if he’s scared to admit it.
“I don’t want to leave you,” You sigh sadly.
He leans his forehead against yours and inhales sharply, “I’m in love with you.”
You freeze. You clench your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from forming, “Don’t say that, please don’t.” You plead, shaking your head. “You’re gonna make this harder than it already is.” You knew this conversation would come up eventually but you still weren’t prepared for it.
He cups your cheek so you can look at him. “But it’s true angel, I’m in love with you. I’ve never fallen for someone this hard or fast before. I can't let you leave without you knowing that.”
Through teary eyes and quivering lips, your lips twitch and you let out a choked laugh. “I love you too Joaquin. More than I ever thought was possible.”
He exhales a sigh of relief before kissing you.
When you pull away, you nervously bite your lip. “So what are we gonna do?
“We can do long distance.” He says with more optimism than he’s feeling. “I really want this to work.”
Your eyes flicker between his brown orbs, and you know he’s telling the truth. “Me too.”
You leave that conversation alone for now, just wanting to bathe in the afterglow of your love confession and mindblowing sex.
After a few moments of his hand trailing up and down your spine and your fingers drawing patterns on his chest, you decide to break the silence. "So um..." you grab the empty condom wrapper he threw on the bedside table and hold it up between two fingers. "When did you buy this?"
He scrunches his face and turns away in embarrassment, unable to look at you when he answers, "the day after we first hung out alone."
Your mouth drops with a smile and you sit up on your elbow, "so you were planning this to happen?!"
He holds his finger up to stop you, "no! No! I bought them as a precaution. Y’know...just in case things worked out in my favor. I wanted to be prepared okay!"
You toss the wrapper on the floor as your head drops back down on his shoulder with a grin. "You are so adorable Joaquin Torres"
"Not as adorable as you" He squeezes your hip, causing you to let out a squeal-like whine.
You cut off your giggle and tuck your face in his neck to hide your grimace. "Eugh this is so cheezy." You can't help but laugh at yourself.
"Only one way to shut me up." You can practically hear the insinuation dripping from his words.
"Oh yeah? And how's that?" You lift your head to look at him with a raised brow.
He purses his lips and looks around before letting his gaze fall back on you. "Maybeeee a round two?"
Your smile returns and you're quick to straddle him again. "I can do that." You're about to kiss him before letting out a gasp when he grasps your hips and flips you over so he's hovering above you.
He grins down at you, showing off those pearly whites. "It's my turn to be on top now.”
Omg it's been a year since me and a bunch of other blogs recieved the anon ask that would unknowingly change my life. A year ago today, I met some of my bestest friends who I love so so much and have definitely made my life so much brighter!
Summary: You accidentally come across your roommate's OF. When he catches you watching, he makes you his scene partner.
Pairing: camboy!roommate!Qimir x roommate!reader
Warnings: reader being a perv, getting caught touching yourself, smut, piv, fingering, oral(fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, a bit of a mask kink(?), qimir is really needy and down bad
A/n: I've had this in my drafts for MONTHS and then the motivation to finish it hit me like a bus. If this flops, I'm gonna cry.
"His mouth is so hot and wet, and the sight of his dark hair between my legs and his eyelashes against his cheeks is so utterly erotic, that I gasp in shock."
You bite your lip as you read the words on the page. You clenched your thighs at the detail of what the love interest is about to do to the main character. You feel the arousal beginning to form in your core. Just as you're about to get to the best part, your phone rings.
You huff and place your bookmark in the page before picking up your phone to see who it is. It's your best friend, Abby. "Hello?" You sound slightly annoyed but you didn't care. She just interrupted your reading session.
"Is Qimir home?"
You furrow your eyebrows. "Uh no. Why?"
"DID YOU KNOW HE HAS AN OF?!" You hear her shout and you have to move your phone away from your ear to avoid going deaf. "What? What are you talking about?"
"Your roommate, Qimir, has an OnlyFans!" She sounds way too excited and it concerns you.
"Yeah right!" You laugh it off. "Qimir? The clumsy dork who could never get a girlfriend having an OnlyFans? I don't buy it." For the 2 years you've known him, you can't think of a time where he's ever been on a date let alone had the opportunity to have sex with someone. So the thought of him running an OF account for adult content was just too off brand for him.
"Well buy it babe. I've seen it with my own two eyes and that man is hiding more than his ripped abs."
"I've lived with him for 2 years and he's never had a girl over." It was true. He'd talk about a cute girl he'd see at work but he'd never actually ask her out or anything.
"Y'know you don't need a partner for that right?"
You roll your eyes for what felt like the tenth time since picking up the phone. "How did you even find it anyway?"
"One of my friends told me about this guy she liked to watch and when she showed me, I knew it was him instantly. He had some sort of helmet on in some of them– which made him hotter by the way– but I'm telling you girl, he's packed! I'd jump on that dick as soon as he gets home if I were you." You grimace at her words, not wanting to imagine your roommate like that.
"Are you sure it wasn't just some other Asian guy?"
"Trust me, I've been to your place loads of times. I know his face. I'll send you his account if you wanna see!"
"No thanks, I'll pass!" There was no way you were going to actually watch your roommate do adult activities, if it even is him she's talking about.
"I'm sending it anyway." Soon enough you get a notification from your laptop on discord.
"Well, thanks but I won't be needing it."
"Trust me, you'll want to see it!"
"Alright that's enough. Bye now!" you hang up before she can say anything else. You plop your phone on your mattress and pick up your book. You tried so hard to immerse yourself back into the story but you always found yourself glancing up at your laptop.
As much as you wanted to deny it, a small part of you was curious to see what he was hiding underneath his baggy clothes he always wore. With a sigh, you slam your book shut and walk over to your desk. You open your laptop and click on the link Abby sent.
You notice his username, "TouchedByAStranger," and roll your eyes. Eugh he's so cringe. You click on the first video and much to your surprise, he didn't even care to hide his face. Even if he didn't show his face, the decor on his wall behind him gave it away.
He rubs the evident bulge in his pants."You make me so hard, fuck!" His voice was deeper, raspier. His groans sent shivers down your spine. He slowly began to remove his shirt, revealing his hidden six pack. You never got the chance to see it before since he always wore baggy shirts and layers.
Next came his pants, his dick was stretching the material of his underwear, begging to be released. When he removed them next, you swore your eyeballs would've fallen out. He was huge.
As you continue scrolling, you see a few of him wearing some sort of metal helmet. He was fully clothed in a black long sleeve shirt that failed to hide his large muscles.
He wasn't touching himself. Instead, he spoke sensual words such as "that's my good girl," "You like touching yourself?" "Thats right, cum for me," "fuck yes, just like that. Making me so proud." All with a robotic voice from his mask. You didn't consider yourself to have a mask kink but it might just start growing on you now.
You scroll through the rest of his videos and come across one labeled "jerking off while thinking of my roommate next door." This catches your attention and you immediately click on it. You notice there was something stuffed in his mouth to muffle his moans.
When you got a closer look, it clicked. They were your panties. That fucker stole your favorite pair of panties! You looked all over for them and ultimately decided that they probably got lost in the dryer at the laundromat.
You couldn't stay mad for long before immediately getting hooked again. Though most of the sounds are his muffled moans, you can just barely hear your voice through the wall.
From the words you could make out, you remember that day vividly. He was acting strange that day. You were eating your favorite flavor of ice cream at the kitchen table while he was on the couch. All of a sudden he got up and told you he was gonna take a nap without looking at you as he rushed to his bedroom. You thought it was strange at the time but you suppose you now know the reason.
You don't even remember when your hand reached into your sleep pants as you began rubbing your clit. As he stroked himself, you began fucking yourself with your fingers. You subconsciously matched his pace with every thrust of his hips. You couldn't believe what you were doing. Masturbating while watching your roommate like a perv.
You felt ashamed, yet you couldn't seem to stop. It's like his eyes on the camera had you under a trance. It was almost like he was staring right into your soul. You were so distracted that you didn't even realize that the very man you were watching had come home.
-
"Y/n?" Qimir shouts as he opens the front door. "Y/n I bought some groceries on my way home from work. I saw your favorite ice cream was on sale so I bought you a carton." He walks to the kitchen and sets the bags on the counter.
He furrows his eyebrows when he doesn't hear you. He shrugs and begins putting the groceries away, figuring you were probably sleeping or something.
As he walks back to his bedroom, he hears noises coming from your room. Your door is shut but he can hear faint moaning. His eyes widen and he's about to walk away, not wanting to invade your privacy. That is until he hears a man's groan. At first he feels a pang of jealousy, wondering who the mysterious man is. That is until he hears, "that's a good girl. Make me cum."
His heart drops when he recognizes that voice as his own. Shit
-
Your moans get louder as you're about to reach your climax. Just as his seed paints his hand and abdomen, you fall over the edge as well. You lean back against your chair as you try to catch your breath.
You almost let out a curdling scream when you suddenly feel a hand grab your arm. You look up and gasp when you see Qimir standing there. "Enjoy yourself?"
"I- I um" you didn't even know what to say. You didn't hear him come home let alone enter your room. Your laptop was still open, clearly showcasing the video you previously just watched. And he literally just pulled your hand out of your pants. You were screwed.
With his grip on your arm, he brought your hand that was previously fingering you up to his mouth and he sucks the juices off your fingers. "Mm seems like you did."
"I- I didn't hear you come home." You somehow managed to spit out.
"I called your name and you didn't answer. Who would've known you were such a naughty perv?" He leans closer to your face, smirking when he notices your breath hitch.
You hated the effect he had on you right now. Usually, it was the other way around. You refused to let him get away with this. Although you felt very vulnerable at the moment, you faked your confidence.
"I could say the same about you. Who knew that underneath that whole clumsy dorky facade was a cocky slut? Or were you that desperate for money that you turned to OnlyFans?"
He scoffs at this, "Come on, do you really think my job at the bookstore would be able to pay our bills alone? Remember, this isn't just for me but for you too."
You huff and turn away from him, crossing your arms. "You could've told me, y'know. We said no secrets."
"Oh yeah? And if I didn't catch you, would you have told me you found it?" You stayed silent. "That's what I thought. Why do you care so much anyway? You wanna join me or something?"
You whip your head to look at him in bewilderment. "No!"
He smirks and leans down, towering over you. "We could split the money y'know. I'm willing to share." You shove him back by the shoulders.
"Get out!" You get up and push him out the door. You ignore his protests as you successfully shut him out. "The offer still stands!" You hear his muffled voice shout through the door. You hear his bedroom door shut and you rest your back against yours, letting out a sigh.
You locked yourself in your room for the next few hours. You tried anything to distract yourself from your confrontation with Qimir but nothing could keep your mind off of it long enough. His words kept ringing in your mind.
"You wanna join me or something?"
You grab your pillow and squish your face into it. Your brain wouldn't shut up about the possibility of being fucked by Qimir. What it would be like to hear those moans up close, to feel his dick make you full, to feel his tongue massage your clit. From what you've seen, he's definitely got some skill. You remove the pillow and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds.
You couldn't find the self control to stop yourself as you made your way to his room. You couldn't believe you were actually doing this. You take a deep breath before opening your door. You let out a gasp when you come face to face with Qimir who just so happened to open his door at the same time. He's changed into gray sweatpants and a compression shirt. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.
As if someone pushed you, you move forward and slam your lips onto his. He immediately begins kissing you back and his hands squeeze your ass. He backs you up until you're pinned against the wall next to your door. His body feels so good against yours right now, so warm and fit. You can't wait to feel even closer to him in just a few minutes.
The kiss deepens when he picks you up and carries you into his room. He lays you down on his bed with his lips still attached to yours. "Lucky for you, I was just about to film." He nods his head to the side and you see a camera set up behind him. "Was on my way to ask if you wanted to be my scene partner. Do you?"
You look away from the camera back into his eyes. Those same eyes that can bring you to your knees and make you do whatever he wants. But would this be reckless? What if this is just lust and adrenaline? What happens once you leave this bedroom? How could you ever go back to normal after this?
He could see your hesitation, "if not, that's fine. We don't have to film- or even do anything at all!" As he rambled on, you realized that the dorky side wasn't a complete facade. Maybe that really was just him.
He would never admit this, but you were the reason why he was so nervous most of the time. You had this effect on him where his mind raced a thousand miles a minute while also being completely empty at the same time.
He wanted to be with you every second of the day, but he also knew he had to keep his distance before he did something he'd regret. But having you here now, in his bed, was driving him absolutely crazy.
You cup his cheeks and place a finger on his lips. “I want this.” You feel him smile against your finger and you lower it. His lips touched every bit of skin available to him. He was getting needy already. "Hang on there Stranger," you pull his face up to meet yours, "you need to film this right?"
His eyes blink a few times when it clicks. "Right! Sorry I got carried away." He awkwardly chuckles and turns on the camera. When the light blinks, indicating its recording, he gets back on top of you.
You tilt your head, "Are you gonna wear the mask?"
He shakes his head, "Next time, I wanna see you."
"Next time?" You raise a brow with a teasing smile.
He nods, "If you want, of course."
"Let's see how good you make me feel this time first."
He nods again with a smile and kisses you again. He's determined to make you feel more than good. He wants to make sure you can't leave his bed to go back to yours across the hall. He wants to keep you here forever.
His lips travel down the crook of your neck, occasionally licking the soft skin and leaving a faint trail of saliva along the path. One of his hands slithers under your shirt, his calloused fingers raising goosebumps along your skin. He tugs on the hem of your loose shirt and looks at you with a raised brow.
You bite your lip with a nod and sit up so he can remove your top. He sighs when he sees your covered tits. He places a kiss on each boob before unclasping the hook. "I've been dreaming of seeing these since the moment I met you." He shamelessly admits.
Your eyes widen and you look down at him. "Really?"
"Uh huh." He lowers his mouth onto one of your breasts, most definitely leaving hickies behind. He gently bites on your nipple before soothingly rubbing his tongue along it. "I've wanted you since day one."
Qimir remembers that day so clearly. He had made a post saying how he was looking for a roommate and you were one of the applicants. The moment he opened the door and met your alluring eyes and beautifully sweet smile, he knew he was done for. No one else came close, he chose you on the spot.
Maybe it was a mistake or maybe it was fate. Whatever it was, it led him right to this moment and he couldn't be more grateful.
You feel his hand tease the drawstrings of your shorts, silently asking if he can remove them as well. You lift your hips for him and he doesn't hesitate to tug the waistband down. He smiles against your skin when he feels the wet patch that's formed in your new pair of panties you changed into after your previous orgasm hours prior.
"That worked up already huh?" You try to bite back but you swallow your words when he starts rubbing your clit.
"Fuck," you breathe out. His touch was just barely there but you can feel it. He was teasing you and you weren't sure if you hated it or not. Either way, he was driving you crazy. "P-please more!"
"More?" You nod. You throw your head back when he sinks a finger into you. "Is that good enough?"
"I-"
"Or do you want more?" He sinks another finger into you and you cry out. His fingers start at a slow pace, easing you open for him. "Still need more?" His gaze is intense as he slowly moves toward the edge of the bed so his face lines up with your core.
You frantically nod, jaw slacked and eyes drowning in lust. He kitten licks at your clit, smiling when you whine and squirm above him. When you squeeze his hair is when he finally decides to stop teasing and fully lowers his mouth onto you.
Moans and whines flow non stop out of your open mouth. You can only imagine how good his jaw looks from the camera angle as he greedily eats you out as if you were his last meal on earth. If he were to die today, he'd be happily content with you being the last thing he devoured.
He sucks and licks at your clit while his fingers continue to fuck your soaking hole. "So good f'me" he mutters against you. You swore you felt shockwaves shoot through you.
"Qimir...please! I- I need to cum!" Oh those begs sounded like music to his ears. He's been waiting to hear them. They taunt him in his sleep when he dreams about you and later wakes up with a hard on. He needs to hear more of them.
He releases your clit with a pop and leans his cheek on your inner thigh, his fingers still working. "Keep begging for me and maybe I'll let you." That fucker with his cocky smile. You wish you could say you wanted to smack it off of him but in all honesty, it only made you more needy for him.
"Please! I'll do anything just please let me cum! I need it!" You continue to beg.
"Anything?" You frantically nod. "Be mine then." He says it so sternly, it was clear it wasn't a suggestion. He thrusted his fingers harsher, deeper. So deep he reaches places you couldn't even reach yourself. "Say you'll be mine and I'll let you cum."
"I- I'm yours."
"Again!" His fingers move faster.
"I'm yours!" You cry out, starting to feel that orgasm creeping up.
"Cum for me." He quickly latches his mouth back onto your clit and you do as he says. Your legs tremble and shake around his head when you reach that long awaited climax. His tongue laps you up needily, not wanting to waste a single drop.
He removes his fingers from you and sits up. The bottom half of his face is absolutely soaked. You watch in amazement as he brings his two fingers up to his mouth, sucking those as well.
He wipes his face with his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it somewhere on the floor. He leans back down and slams his lips onto yours. You moan at the taste of yourself still on his tongue.
"You like that?" He massages his tongue against yours and you nod. "We're just getting started." He loops his thumbs into the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pulls them down along with his underwear.
Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock bouncing up. You reach to touch it but a surprisingly gentle hand stops you. "Another time. I won't last long if you do that." You raise a brow at him as you let him lower your back down. He just kisses you in response.
He mindlessly searches for a condom nightstand, not pulling away from the kiss. You place a hand on his to stop him, "I'm on birth control."
"Oh fuck," he kisses you again, deeper this time. You feel him run his tip along your folds, teasing your clit and making you squeal against his lips. You were growing needier by the second.
"Qimir I need you to fuck me...please!"
He tilts his head to the side with a knowing smirk, "now how can I say no to that sweet face?" Your eyes roll to the back of his head as he slowly penetrates you. You squeeze his large biceps as he splits you open. His eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open as groans spill out. You're so tight, tighter than he could have ever imagined, than he could've dreamed of.
“F- oh fuck baby,” His deep groans vertebrate from the back of his throat. He was panting as he sped up his thrusts. Each movement of his hips sent a shockwave through your veins as his tip repeatedly bullied your g spot.
His forehead falls on yours. Each quick breath fans your cheeks, making you feel hotter. He closes his eyes as he places gentle kisses along your face. A soft comparison to what he's doing below.
“I-ngh I'm gonna cum fuck!” His eyes clenched shut as his hips continuously smack against yours faster.
“Cum for me Qimir.” You brush a few strands that have fallen away from his eyes. His eyebrows scrunch at the soft look in your eyes. His breathing becomes rigid, he's getting closer.
His thumb rapidly starts rubbing your clit and your back starts to lift off the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You clench down on him and soon enough you feel him fill you up. Just as you're about to reach the peak once more, he pulls out and gets to his knees to lap at your clit. You squeeze at his hair as your whole body shakes.
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The next morning you wake up to Qimir's heavy arm wrapped around you in a protective embrace. You smile as the memories of last night wash over you. You kiss his hand and slowly remove yourself from his arms to tiptoe quietly back to your room.
When you spot your phone on your bed, you turn it on to see MANY missed calls and unread texts from Abby.
Abby: You're not answering so I'm assuming you followed my advice 😏
Abby: So how was it? As good as we thought?
Abby: Oh wait you're probably still sleeping. Can't blame you after the night you had 😉
You roll your eyes and dial her number. A single ring goes by before she answers and immediately pesters you with questions. "HOW WAS IT?! WAS IT FUN?! WOULD YOU WANNA DO IT AGAIN? YOU BETTER!" You had to move the phone away from your ear to avoid any hearing loss.
"One question at a time, geez. It was amazing and yes it was fun. And...yes I'd want to do it again but I don't know what's gonna happen after this."
"What do you mean?" You let out a sigh of relief that she's decided to speak at a normal level now.
"Well, we fell asleep not long after so we didn't exactly get a chance to talk about it or...us." Us. Were you an us? You let out a sigh, "We've definitely crossed the lines of roommates and friends and I don't know what we are now."
"Do you like him?" That question shouldn't have thrown you off as much as it did. You two literally fucked and yet the topic of feelings is what makes you shy? Qimir was cute, and hot, and definitely good in bed. But he's also really nice. He cooks for you, especially when he knows you didn't have time to eat anything. He buys you groceries without you having to ask, and even when you do ask. He was a great guy.
"I think so?"
"Then, I don't really see a probl-"
"Y/n?" You hear his voice say through the door.
Your eyes widen. "Oh shit, he's awake. I'll talk to you later." You hang up the phone before she has a chance to say anything else. You jump when you suddenly feel his warm hands slide along your waist to hold you from behind.
"You really need to stop doing that?" You chuckle, turning around in his grasp to wrap your arms around his neck.
He smiles, "Sorry." He kisses your lips. "Who was that? Abby?"
"Yeah, it's nothing important." You brush it off with a shrug. He nods in response and just leans his forehead against yours with his eyes closed. The two of you soak in each other's presence in silence.
As nice as the little bubble you were in felt, the need for clarification of where you two stood began eating at you. You nervously bit your lip as you contemplated asking the question. You ultimately decided to just go for it. "So um, I was thinking..."
"You wanna know where we stand now." You nod against him and pull away to meet his eyes already looking at you. He gently holds your hands and leads you to sit on your bed. "Last night was really fun."
"It was" You smile.
"And I really like you." Your breath gets caught in your throat at his confession. "And if you want...I want to be with you. I meant what I said last night, I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours." His hands never leave yours as he pours his heart out to you.
"I want to be yours too." You squeeze his hand and watch as the most adorable smile graces his face. He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer to meet your lips.
"Everyone loves you by the way." He says as he pulls away.
You raise a brow at him, "you posted it already?"
He nods, "Y'know you're gonna be my permanent scene partner from now on right?"
"Are we gonna split the earnings?"
"Of course," he scoffs.
"Then that's fine by me." You smile before kissing him again.
