#bikini papi

[sexystudwrestler]

Bikini Papa dishing the discipline

[mkxyz-fanpageog]

✨06/04/2023✨

Yaaaaaasss 😻😻😻

-Jai

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara that starts to invite you over to do activities more often during his weeks with Gabriella, saying it would be good to show your daughter that you both still had a good relationship with each other. Which struck you as odd since you two genuinely have always gotten along anyways but you decided to ignore it and brush it off.

Baby Daddy!Miguel who invites you over to his place on a hot summer day, saying that he’s having a pool party with a bunch of your friends. Insisting you bring the guy you’ve been talking to so he can finally meet him and totally doesn’t want him there to prove to him that he’s not worth your time.

Baby Daddy!Miguel who can’t keep his eyes off you when you come out to the backyard after having changed into his favorite a bikini, asking Mj to help you apply sunscreen on your back. Wishing it was his hands rubbing it into your skin instead.

Baby Daddy!Miguel who rolled his eyes when your not-boyfriend-but-more-then-a-talking-stage guy finally arrived over three hours late with the wrong type of beer, seeing him come in with a pack of Bud Light when Miguel was strictly a Modelo man. “Accidentally” squeezing his hand a bit too tight when he shakes it.

Baby Daddy!Miguel who made sure to keep telling stories about you two from your time together, not sparing any details as he and all the guys/dads gathered around the grill while Miguel turned over the carne asada y Pollo asado he was grilling. Not even caring about the looks your new boy toy would throw at him. His best friend Peter and his brother Gabriel both shooting each other a knowing look.

Baby Daddy!Miguel who took the aux from Peter and switched the music over to his spanish playlist, totally not on purpose starting off with the song Que Malo from Bad Bunny, then immediately after the playlist start to play Eres Mía from Romeo Santos, you didn’t even have time to think about the song choices before Miguel dragged you over to dance per your daughter’s request.

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“I’m sorry Peter, but if I have to hear you play it wasn’t me from shaggy again, I’ll lose it.” Miguel exasperated as he unplugged his friend's phone mid song, earning a protest from Peter, but Miguel just shook his head as he plugged his own phone. “You’ve placed that song at every function since we were 18.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small squeal of excitement as Bad Bunny took over the backyard. Singing along to the song as you pass around another round of drinks to the guys at the grill, completely oblivious to the subliminal message that Miguel was sending you as you recited Ñengo Flows part. A new modelo in each one of the guy’s hands (well except your talking stage, he had a Bud light), it seems that your new little friend didn’t seem to understand a lick of Spanish, the message of the song completely flying over his head as he nodded along to the beat mindlessly.

Once the song ended, the new one played, Eres Mía, your brows scrunched a bit at the sudden genre changing. You were in the middle of crossing the grass lawn to where Miguel’s phone was sitting next to the speaker to change it, when you suddenly felt the small fingers of your daughter’s hand dragging you back.

“Mami! Ma! Baile con Papi! I love it when you two dance to these songs.” She begged, you usually wouldn’t mind doing so when she asked you too, but since the guy you were talking to was here, it would feel awkward if he watched you dance something as intimate as bachata with your ex. (Mommy ! Mom! Dance with dad!)

“I-I don’t know Gabi-“ You started, once you finally stopped in front of Miguel, your face filled with a bit of confusion on what to do. Miguel noticed and waved his hand as if reassuring you it’s no big deal.

“He won’t care, right bud?” He said as he nodded towards your guest, but before he could say an answer Miguel’s hands were already wrapped around the small of your back, as he started to guide you through the dance.

You just decided to go along with it, it’s not a big deal right? It’s only one dance.

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Word count: 700

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[donatellawritings]

ON MY KNEES BEGGING TO KNOW HOW BFF!RAFE FEELS ABOUT LATINA READER GETTING DRUNK OR DOING COKE LLAPLSPLSPLS!!!!!

you were the prettiest girl at the party. all tipsy and glossy eyed, plump tits on full display as they bounced around in your skimpy triangle bikini, the fat of your plush ass cheeks poking out from underneath your lily pink juicy couture miniskirt as you pranced your way around topper’s backyard, dior kitten heels sporadically clicking against the cobblestone pavement. your bronze skin shimmered under the warm sun, shiny blown out hair flowing against the slight breeze as you found yourself topping your head back, the bff locket that rafe had bought you just a few weeks against glinting as the smooth shot of tequila slid down your throat.

you loved pool parties — even more so, now that you were able to properly debut the new fuschia diamond butterfly belly ring that dangled and shined with each sway of your hips.

scrunching your cute little button nose, you let out a shaky exhale, the burn of the alcohol now dull as you quickly shoved the bitter slice of lime between your shiny and swollen lips, “papito, that burned!” you whined with a short and breathy laugh, shuddering as chills ran across your warm body.

“yeah? told y’that s’gonna be your last one tonight, a’ight?” rafe tuts, gently pulling the now wilted slice of lime from your mouth, while swiftly removing the shot glass from your small hand, his gaze on you firm as you hold up your arms with forced pouty lips, “c’mon kid — can’t carry y’around right now,” he sighs, running a quick hand over his tight jaw.

rolling your eyes you poke out a wobbly bottom lip, your gaze unsteady as you stumble into rafe’s chest, “i thought y’were my best friend, papi!” you mumbled, completely obvious to the way your needy words made rafe’s stomach flip.

drunk and all, you always knew just how to get rafe to give into your every little stupid whim — so, you saved ‘papi’ for when things had to go your way.

gently grabbing you with a light pinch of your cherub cheeks, rafe looks you over, your dewy bambi eyes struggling to remain straight, “hey! cut it out, this is why i didn’t want y’drinkin,” his hand squeezes just a bit tighter, his brows furrowed as he watches fat tears well up at your waterline, “don’t start that cryin’, mama — i will take y’home,” he reprimands lowly, his bright blue eyes stoic and stern.

it was all too much for you. the blaring trap music, your tummy swirling, brain fuzzy from all the alcohol, and now your best friend was made at you? there was only so much that a delicate girl like you could take — so, all it took was that one empty threat to trigger the waterworks.

with a small sniffle, you take a quivering breath, “y-you’re mad at me?”

pursing his lips into a firm line, rafe shares a knowing look with topper who raises his hands up in surrender, “no, princess —”

“i just wanted t-to have so-some fun! m’sorry r-rafe,” you hiccuped, pulling your face out of rafe’s grip as you rushed to knuckle away your hot tears, your swollen tits jiggling with each uneven breath you took, “m’gonna g-go home by my-myself,” you heaved, your voice squeaky.

motioning towards you with wild hands, rafe shakes his head, defeated, at topper, “m’gonna take her crybaby ass home,”

ೀ

half awake, with the side of your soft cheek mushed against rafe’s shoulder, you kept your legs securely wrapped around his waist, semi-consciously wiggling your cute ass against his supporting hand. you couldn’t help yourself, rafe was so tall, and you were so pathetically drunk — you needed to be clung to him, and it warmed your pretty little heart.

“i looove you, papito,” you sang, pressing wet and sloppy pecks to the side of rafe’s jaw as he entered his bedroom with a relieved sigh. raising your heavy head off of rafe’s shoulder, you reach a dainty hand up to squish his cheeks together, with a sickeningly sweet giggle, “best friends forever, right?” you questioned, unfocused eyes all glazed and full of intense admiration.

letting out a sharp breath, rafe nudges your locket with his index finger — you were so out of it and loopy, rafe knew that he could say anything and you wouldn’t remember it, “always be y’best friend, until y’smarten up and be my girl. how does that sound, princess?” rafe smiles, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, his other still keeping you securely hoisted around his waist.

an exaggerated gasp leaves your faded glossy lips, “thought i was your girl already, papi?” you pouted, throwing your head back with a loud huff as rafe snakes a hand up to the back of your head, lightly pushing to get your teary gaze to meet his.

“no more cryin’, y’know exactly what i mean.” rafe reprimands gently, lowering you to stand on wobbly feet as you stumble backwards, “c’mon, mama — need y’to stand up just a little bit, yeah?” rafe grabs your elbow, his sober eyes set on you as you bite down into your bottom lip, far too deep in your drunken thought.

you loved your rafey and it broke your little heart to think that he believed otherwise — and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you needed him to know that you were his girl through and through.

“maybe you can make me your girl, one day?”

cocking his head to the side, rafe breathes out a nervous chuckle, reaching up to scratch at the nape of his neck, “yeah, sweet girl — one day,” he assured you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you bouncing with utter joy, your shiny eyes beaming as you flop down into rafe’s bed.

letting out a sigh of content, your swollen lips ache from your stretched out grin, “m’gonna be your girl!” you cheer, your once drowsy state now turned to a hyper fit of excitement as rafe presses his lips to the top of your head.

[miguelhugger2099]

God, I can imagine the situation with Punk! Miguel when he became a father. It’s just that he can literally get a drawing of his daughter on his body, and it will look like some kind of blot, but he will be literally proud of this tattoo, just like a tattoo that is a print his daughter's finger.

But here's the situation. Let’s imagine that some person looks at Miguel’s tattoo and says, “What kind of weakling can give you the number of the artist who will cover it up?” Miguel is literally torn to strike the person opposite but then says “This is my daughter’s drawing”

Punk Dad!Miguel with his family out on the beach.

Punk Dad!Miguel with his two favorite girls: his wife in a cute baby blue lacy bikini and his little girl in an adorable pink tankini with flowers.

Punk Dad!Miguel who looks out of place with his bright sunshine girls while he’s covered in tatts and piercings, tall and strong and very clearly watching out for the two most important people in his life.

Punk Dad!Miguel who keeps an eye on you two while you play with Gabriella in the water. His shades covering his sensitive eyes while he sips on a coca cola under the umbrella, legs spread apart comfortably.

Punk Dad!Miguel who groans internally when the father beside him tries to talk to him again. A family of four where his wife is also juggling with two toddlers. The husband? Sitting on his ass.

“Gotta say man, I wish I could do all that but my wife, y’know how it is.” He chuckles.

“No, I don’t.” Miguel says plainly. He loves his wife.

The man takes a closer look at Miguel arm and snorts. “What the hell is that?” He points to a small flower bouquet that wrapped around his bicep. The bouquet was terribly drawn, stems thick and uneven, petals that varied from round to sharp, colors blended in like it was done with crayon. It was a stark difference to the other well done pieces around his body.

“Now what asshole decided to screw you over that badly?” He cackles. “Oh, man you have got to get that shit covered up.”

Punk Dad!Miguel who chugs the last drop of his soda and smashes the can in his grip. His brows are hard and lips holding back a snarl. He turns to the man slowly.

“My daughter drew it.” He hisses, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose bridge to hide the rage burning in his eyes.

The man gulps. “Oh…I’m—I didn’t mean—“ He’s luckily saved by Miguel’s little girl calling out to him. “Papi! Papi!”

Gabriella struggles to march up the hill of sand, quickly hurrying in the shade to protect her feet from the scorching hot ground. She falls on the towel on her stomach and grin up at him, her hair more curled than usual and drenched from the sea water.

Punk Dad!Miguel who melts and instantly forgets about whatever he was angry at. “Hi Gabi.” He smiles.

Gabriella lifts herself on her knees. “Hi.” She giggles. “Mami said to call you because I wanted to go deeper in the water but Mami said that you know how to swim better.” She recounts her story to him and you slowly come up behind. You sit on the towel with a huff, your hair equally drenched from Gabriella’s play.

He knows you’re just tired and it’s time to switch shifts. He tosses the crushed can inside the cooler of the husband next to him and picks Gabriella up, placing her on his shoulders. “Okay, mija! Let’s go!” Gabriella squeals, lifting her arms high in the air.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Beach

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Alejandro x Wife! Readeer

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, children, language, married couple, brief nudity, breastfeeding,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro and his family wanted to go to the beach so of course Alejandro was going to deliver that promise to his family

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Alejandro had planned a trip for his wife and two kids. Y/n had brought up going to the beach, Y/n wanted a trip after giving birth to their baby boy Santiago.

Alejandro sat in his beach chair watching the water crash against the shore of the white sandy beach. Alejandro then looks down at his wife on her stomach her bikini top undone to get her back.

His 4 year old daughter at his feet burying his feet in the sand and his 2 month old son Santiago was asleep in the little baby tent he set up for him so he wouldn't burn.

"Maria, you wanna go to the water?" He asked his daughter who was wearing a light pink bucket hat. She looks up.

"Yes, papi," she says, Alejandro leaned over and grabs her floaties they took off her so she could eat her lunch and enjoy the sand.

He helps her put them on and took a hold of her small hand as they walked to the cold water. They stopped at just the edge of the water, he bends down to her level holding her close to his side.

Alejandro walked into the water and guided Maria to where he was. He held her to his side as the water splashed them, she giggles as Alejandro would gently dunk into the water and quickly come up before the waves took them out.

"Alejandro...can you tie my back?" Y/n mumbles against her arms. She just barely opens her eyes and mumbled again. "Alejandro?" She sits up holding her bikini top against her chest and sees he's not in his chair and Maria wasn't around, but she hears loud giggling coming from ocean. She turns and sees her husband and daughter playing in the water.

She tries to tie her top and looks at her baby boy. Santiago stirred in his sleep but was still asleep. She moves to the baby tent laying in the tent while her back half was out of the tent.

She cups his chubby cheeks and his eyes slowly opened. He giggles and kicks his feet. She takes his tiny feet and kissed his soft baby feet making him giggle.

"You are so cute, baby," she says, kissing his chubby cheeks again.

"Oh he's awake," Alejandro was carrying a tired Maria. Her chin resting on his shoulder and her arms were around his neck.

"He just woke up," she says, kissing Santiago's forehead.

Y/n picked up her baby boy and sitting in her own beach chair, Alejandro sits in his chair holding onto Maria. Y/n moves the strap of her bikini and Santiago attached himself to Y/n's nipple.

Y/n leans back and looks up at the sky, the sun was wanting to go down and Alejandro placed his free hand on her thigh.

"When he's done you wanna head up to the villa?" Alejandro asked.

"Yeah," she says, looking at her husband.

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Y/n carried Santiago and carried the bag that held the baby tent as Alejandro was packing up everything into the little wagon. She looks at her husband seeing if she could help.

"Do you want me to carry anything?" She asked.

"Nah, it's okay, mi amor," he says, kissing Y/n's lips and following her into their rented villa.

Soon entering the villa, Y/n had placed Santiago on his playmat and Alejandro took his daughter into her bedroom, removing her floaties and helping her into some better clothes so she can sleep.

"Papi, can I have water before I go to bed?"

"Sure, amor," he kisses her temple and let her get change and he went to go get a glass of water for her. Y/n was changing out of her bikini and put on panties, shorts and a t-shirt.

Y/n walked back to the living room just passing Alejandro and getting a small tap on the butt from her husband.

Y/n laid next to Santiago as he hits the small stuffed bunny. Her fingers tickled Santiago's belly earning giggles from him.

Alejandro came back and looked down at his wife and baby son. He joins his wife and son on the floor kissing Santiago and tickling him to earn some giggles and laughs from their son.

"Mami, could you read me a story?" Maria asked coming downstairs.

"Sure, baby," she gets up off the floor and follow her daughter to her bedroom leaving Alejandro and Santiago together.

Alejandro looks at his son and he's how Santiago looks like a carbon copy of Alejandro, same hair, eyes, and nose.

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Y/n and Alejandro walked hand-in together on the beach, no sun in the sky only the moon. They took a small walk on the beach with no kids, both were asleep back in the villa.

"This is nice," Y/n says, leaning on Alejandro.

"I'm glad you enjoyed this," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Let's go," he says as they walk to the villa, opening the sliding door and getting some wine and enjoying the rest of their night together.

[pablitogavii]

PT 2 TO BABY FEVER

maybe them finding out they’re pregnant or hik being obsessed with the bump

Something similar but hope you like it :)

I feel like Pablo would be so scared for you during the pregnancy hehe

Baby Bump

You were standing on the little ladder in the kitchen looking for a jar of pickles when Pablo came from training freaking out to see you there.

"Amor! Please get down right now!! I told you to wait for me!" he helped you down placing his hand on your baby bump which because one of his favorite things to do since you got pregnant.

"We're fine cariño..I just craved some pickles" you said snaking your arms around Pablo's neck and he pulled you closer so that your bump touched his stomach and he felt the baby kick.

"I don't want you on the ladder amor..you could slip and get hurt accidentally..please just call me when you need something okay??" he said pouting a little and you kissed his lip lovingly.

"I can't call you in the middle of training because I crave pickles amor.." you try reasoning with him but he had a better idea come to his mind.

"I'll make sure all your favorite snack are on the lower shelves then..I'll do that tonight" he said kissing your forehead before going to shower and get that done.

pablogavi

mi anjo precioso <3 te amo bonita! @y.n.bebe

comments:

gavirafamclub: she's such a pretty pregnant lady omg!!

pablitoogavira: he's obsessed with her baby bump y'all!!

gavigavi: every story/photo he's holding her bump hehe

aurorapaezg: preciosos!!

pablogavi: <3

gaviragf: he's gonna be such a good dad y'all!!

y.n.bebe: mi vida <3

pablogavi: <3

"Oh Díos mio!" you sighed looking through your favorite bikinis annoyed that none of them fit any more.

You felt that pregnancy really had an effect on your body and even though you kept with your exercises and truly looked good with a bump, you sometimes missed your flat toned stomach.

"Que pasa amor??" Pablo walked in wearing his swimming trunks pulling you closer and of course touching your baby bump.

"They don't fit me anymore Pablito.." you say sadly and he kissed your kips moving to your cheek, neck and then chest that were definitely growing bigger too.

"So your Pablito will buy you new ones..whichever ones you want preciosa" he smiled looking up at your now glowing face. You really adored how gentle and sweet Pablo has been since you got pregnant.

"I love you Pablito" you say and he smiled kissing your lips lovingly while caressing your stomach.

A few days later, you went to the beach while Pablo was at training wanting to enjoy some peaceful times outside.

y.n.bebe

beach day for mamá and bebé <33

comments:

pablogavi: que preciosaaa mía <33

y.n.bebe: we miss you papi <3

gavirafamclub: so perfect! pablo is a lucky man to have found you angel <33

aurorapaezg: can't wait to become a tía!

y.n.bebe: best tía en todo el mundo <33

pablitosfanss: beautiful family <3

belengavira79: nuestra princesa <3. liked by y.n.bebe

pablitoogavira: future mrs. gavira!!! liked by pablogavi

After especially long day and not such a good game, Pablo came home exhausted and agitated. You were laying in bed with a book when he came to the bedroom laying down in your arms.

"Bad day cariño??" you ask and he nods moving behind you and pulling you in placing his hand on your bump caressing it while relaxing finally.

"Mhm..but coming home to both of you helps so much" he whispers and you smile moving even closer and letting yourself fall asleep.

pablogavi story

baby bump <33

Today was your gender reveal day which you decided to do after the game against Madrid. Pablo was unsure if you should be in such a crowd while pregnant but when Aurora said she will be with you he calmed down and allowed it.

"Please make sure she's safe Rora..they are safe" Pablo said touching your bump before giving you one last kiss and leaving to go to the pitch and you found your seats with his sister.

"What a win for Barça! Que espectacular! Stay with us because we have a special moment coming up..we all know one of our players will soon become a dad..let's hear it for Gavi!" Xavi spoke into the mic and suddenly there were ovations yelling Gavi all around you as you and Aurora were escorted to the pitch.

"Congrats on the win cariño!" you said when you finally got to Pablo and hugged him tightly. He kissed your head placing his hand on your stomach while kissing your lips.

"You alright amor? And the bebé?" Pablo was worried yet again but you reassured him that everything was perfect and that you were excited for him to find out the gender.

"Here you go hermano" Aurora gave him the little ball and he took it looking at you with big eyes and you nodded your head with a smile.

(Basically, it happened like this just imagine a BLUE smoke instead hehe)

Pablo finally found his way to you getting onto his knees and kissing your bump while you caressed his head lovingly feeling your son kicking like crazy.

"Ouch mi amor, you going to be futbolista like papi huh??" you said smiling when Pablo looked up at you with tearful eyes.

"Awe cariño, don't cry.." you said getting emotional as well but these were only happy tears from both of you.

"I'm so happy princesa..our little boy!" he said standing up and pulling you into his side and you nodded smiling when he kissed the top of your head.

All of the Madrid players congratulated you and Gavi as well reminding you that fútbol is all fair play and that they all have tremendous respect for each other.

"Congrats Gavi! It's the most important win of all!" Vini said and they hugged making you smile nodding your head and liking that despite everything they both supported one another.

"Wishing you all the best" he said to you kissing your hand and you smiled nodding your head and saying a quick "gracias" before leaving with Pablo to meet with the rest of the team at the hallway.

"We're making a spot for the little one at La Masia then" Xavi smiled and you did as well feeling him kick thinking that he will definitely love that idea.

"It's a little early" you laugh

"If he's anything like papi, it's sooner than you think amiga" Pedri hugged you and you smiled nodding your head smiling at Gavi proudly.

A few years later..

"Matias Gavira! You've got mud all over your shoes!" you were calling for your son who was running around with a ball in his feet wearing his little Barça jersey.

"Yeah, he's definitely like papi!" Pablo smirked at you as you both watched him kicking the ball all over the back yard.

"Venga chaval! Un foto?" Pablo said and Matias stood proudly wearing his jersey for the photo. Pablo was so proud to see his son in the same jersey as his own.

pablogavi

Barcelona, Spain

Ready for La Masia! Siempre visça Barça <33 @fcbarcelona

y.n.gavira: mi niño guapo <3

pablogavi: got it all from you bonita <3

fcbarcelona: un futuro del Barça! <3

aurorapaezg: he's really a mini pablo JAJA @y.n.gavira

y.n.gavira: ikr!! it's crazy!

belengavira79: such a handsome boy <3

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[southside-otaku]

Fun in the Sun ☀️

Haha guess who’s being self indulgent asf right now! This man has PLAGUED my mind for DAYS now!! Also this is fem! reader as always and I did call him a more Spanish nickname but you guys can fill it in with anything lol

Also tagging @i-literally-cant-with-this and @kazutora-kurokawa because I know they share the rainrot currently lmfao

MDNI 18+ for suggestiveness

Tw: fluff, kinda smut but more implied than anything, light FLUT

Summer was always full of so many things; the sound of waves crashing, the sun’s beams burning. However none of which came anywhere near the sounds of your moaning and the heat pooling in between your legs right now.

“Kafka. Babe. Mmmm, you’re being just too much.” Your heart is about to beat outta your chest, sweat dripping down your skin that your loving boyfriend continues to leave sloppy kisses and bruises upon. He climbs back up to your neck, “but you are the one that got yourself here hon. Wearin’ that bikini and the way you were grabbin’ me in the water.” Another nip to your neck right where your shoulder meets. “B-but dear it was just a bear hug! I mean I may have been looking at you-“ “Like you would eat me if you could!” Kafka interjects, “any way nobody’s here right now and hey it’s my vacation time! Not like your little sundress didn’t almost get us in this position earlier….lets be young and risky huh?” The way he looks up at you with those big beautiful blue eyes, you just couldn’t say no! Like you really wanted to anyway.

“Cmere papi” y/n says with a wave of her finger and that’s all it takes before his lips are on yours and he’s untying your top with the speed of a demon.

Yeah, summer is full of things, the beach, youth, adventure. But man not as full as you were about to be!

[missgavi]

OK IMAGINE READER CALLING GAVI PAPI??

njpshdp you’re killing me 

"Come here baby" Gavi beckons you over, two of his fingers wiggling in your direction. He was lounging on a pool chair, his chest all wet from swimming just minutes ago.

You stand up from the outdoor couch, bookmarking your current read before walking towards him.

The little bikini you had one was the thing that caught Gavi's attention, the boy practically insatiable for you. Reaching his lounger, Pablo sits up and places his hands on your hips, the sun reflecting on his sunglasses. His smiley face looks up at you while one of his hands reaches for some sunscreen.

Without a word, he squeezes some of the cream into his palms and begins rubbing it over your stomach and down your thighs.

Turning you around by your hips, you expect to feel the cool and smooth cream rub but instead you feel Gavi's sharp teeth sinking against your ass.

Squealing you try and move away but Pablo's tight grip on your hips keeps you in place. The bite is followed by a slap and then a soothing kiss that makes you moan out loud.

"Ai papi" you whine, making the boy stand up behind you, his hard groin pressing against your bum.

"Papi hm ?" he says directly into your ear, his hand squeezing your ass hard. "Let me show a few things baby"

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.

A family vacation was a rarity given his hectic schedule yet when Sergio suggested a yacht trip for them - she immediately got on board, arranging everything the pair needed, and soon enough, they were on that yacht sailing across the vast oceans to swim and enjoy their time under the sun for three weeks, the first two weeks consisted of fun activities for all four of them, and on the last week - Sergio decided to dedicate a day for him and his wife, and what a day that was ...

She is lying on her stomach at the rooftop of the yacht as she soaked in the beautiful sun shining through — she couldn’t have been more grateful for the impromptu trip hee husband had planned for them, she closed her eyes to try and relax when a warm hand over her ass caused her to gasp then giggle as a pair of lips trail kisses over her spine, " Sergio Ramos, our children are in this yacht! " she scolds him playfully.

" They’re fast asleep " Sergio murmurs as he worked to untie the knots of her bikini, " And right now I want nothing more than to bury myself deep inside of your pussy, think you can let your Papi do that hm? "

She turns around, watching as his eyes flicker to her exposed breasts. " I’m too lazy amor " she whispers.

" Then let me do all the work " He whispers with a soft smile, " Just relax and let me do it "

He lowered his lips to pepper kisses across every inch of her skin drawing out the sweetest sounds from her, once he reached to her clothed pussy, he leisurely untied the knots to remove the bottom part of her bikini, " Spread your legs for me muñeca " he whispers, his breath fanning across her slick pussy drawing out a whine from her lips.

Her legs were thrown over his shoulders as he nuzzled his nose against her clit, " Oh mi amor " he groans, " Just as delicious as the first time "

Her eyes flutter shut for a second before she felt a sharp sting against her pussy causing her to yelp just as he said, " Keep your eyes on me muñeca " he mutters with a commanding tone.

She could barely keep her eyes open as his tongue as well as index and middle finger toyed with her pussy like a musical instrument drawing out the most obscene sounds from her, " Oh my god, Sergio! ... Keep going " she whines.

Her back arched up to meet the delicious friction which seemed to grow at a rapid pace, his free hand was placed on her abdomen keeping her in place while he continued to devour her like a starved man who hadn't eaten in days, while the pair had spent time together, they never truly spent time together alone, his tongue flicked her clit back and forth until the knot in her abdomen exploded which resulted in him groaning as he lapped up every drop of her arousal, he lifts his head with a satisfied smile, crawling upwards to kiss her while he kicked back his swim trunks, " You're so delicious "

She giggles, " And you're insatiable " they exchange the sweetest kisses as he nestles himself in between her legs, pushing the length of his cock inside of her, drawing out a sharp gasp from her. " Sergio "

" Shhh, let me take care you " He wraps her legs around his torso whilst easing himself in and out of her in a lazy pace, the pair both grunting in unison. " Oh muñeca, your pussy feels so good " he groans under his breath.

" Sergio " She whines, " I'm ... Fuck, keep going ... don't stop "

" I'm not bebe, not stopping anytime soon " He lets out a strangled moan. " Fuck, muñeca ... I'm going to cum "

" Me too " She whispers.

His strokes became sloppy, as his legs tremble; his cock twitched before releasing warm ropes of arousal inside of her whilst she followed suit, he collapsed on top of her, alternating between kissing and nibbling her chest causing her to giggle, " You are wild Sergio "

He chuckles, " And don't you forget it! "

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A few weeks later, as the pair were lounging around in their home after sending the kids off to their grandparents - Sergio was eyeing the possibility of another vacation, this time for the two of them when suddenly he saw an article and let out a groan capturing her attention, " What? "

He didn't respond, instead he turned the laptop for her to see, her eyes widened. " Oh my god, how the hell did they get these pictures of us? "

" I have no idea " He sighs, " I'm sorry muñeca, I'll call my lawyer and see if I can fix it "

She chuckles, " It's fine, it's not like it's the first time it happened but this time it's best to try and get them removed, we don't want the kids to see their Mamá and Papá like this "

He smirks, " Although this did give me an idea "

" No Sergio, we are not filming a sex tape " She rolls her eyes.

" Oh come on muñeca, please " He whines.

" I'll consider it! " She said.

[paddockbunny]

One

Summary: Aria Armund is hired by Alpine as an "image guardian" for a reluctant Pierre Gasly - AKA she is hired to be his "babysitter". What happens as the season progresses and both of them have their buttons pressed by the other? And what happens when one of them suggests making a rather interesting bet? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Aria Armund (OC) Word Count : 4,418 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, misogynistic Pierre, language, mention of sex & blowjobs, descriptions of women's bodies etc. 💞Authors Note : This is going to be written from a first person narrative and will switch from Aria's POV and Pierre's POV. No idea how long this will be but I'm considering posting every race day (not sure yet due to work commitments, as usual). OH, and if you want to be added to a tag list then please comment on the newest chapter's before I make a dedicated page for it!!

Pierre

I let out a long, laboured sigh as I slide into the car. I really didn’t want to be doing this. I would much rather have been still in bed with Jessica - or was it Jenna or maybe Jennie, fuck maybe it was Julie? It began with a J in any case. And anyway, who fucking cares?! All that mattered was I had to peel myself away from her this morning to get to the factory on time for this dumb as fuck meeting. A groan escaped me as I suddenly remembered how fucking phenomenal Jessica (Jenna, Jennie or Julie) was at giving head and how I would much rather be getting sucked off right now rather than go to this boring meeting where some big wigs will talk AT me not TO me for a few hours and waste my day.

Ben opens the door on the other side of the car and gets in. He slides into the back next to me and I can’t help but glance over at him as as he checks his watch and tuts about the fact we’re going to be late. I let him stew instead of answering him. There’s no point. Last year I realised pretty quickly he was one of those types of guys. The ones that were so regimented and anal about doing things right and on time that even a minute behind schedule and he would be having an internal meltdown. I just let him do what he wants without input from me. So I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and smirk to myself when I see a DM from a Jocelyn Silva pop up - JOCELYN! Her name was Jocelyn! - so I click on it and it’s a photo. She’s lying in the bed I had just left her in throwing the camera some “come hither eyes” with a tiny little pout dancing across her full (filler injected) lips. But I only fleetingly glance at her face, it’s lower that I pay more attention too and the fact the bedsheet barely covered her exquisite boobs and the deep sun kissed glow from her tanned skin. I’m sure she said she was a model or trying to be a model and really, it wasn’t a stretch to imagine her in a bikini or lingerie in front of a camera. I swallow instinctively upon remembering what she tasted like last night before actually reading the text that went along with her provocative pic.

Jocelyn_S_Silva: 💋 last night was fun Papi, let’s do it again sometime?xxx

Was it too soon to ask if she would be down for tonight? That picture she sent was enough to give me blue balls for the rest of the day. I clear my throat so I don’t laugh aloud at how ridiculous I sounded. No pussy was that good to go chasing after so quickly. So I sent a stock response back;

PierreGasly: until we do…give me something to remember you by?🍑

And click off my phone to stare out of the window hoping I could stay in control of the blood rushing down toward my dick. It was raining (again) in England. The country looked so dull and grey in comparison to some of the other places we visited with the travelling circus that was F1 but they wanted me here, in Enstone for a meeting ahead of flying out for testing next week. Ben’s ear had already been significantly chewed off about that. I was supposed to be at the PSG match tonight, had a date lined up and everything - Aletta Dekker, sister of Lars Dekker the Dutch tennis player. We��d gone out a few times, fucked a lot, but I actually got on well with her. We could chat without feeling the need for it to go anywhere. It was just some fun with no strings attached. I didn’t have the balls to let her down over the phone so chickened out and text her saying I needed a rain check. The irony now as the rain hammered down on the car as we drove down a monotonous English motorway was not lost on me.

It took close to two hours to get to the factory. I never stayed near it simply because there was fucking nothing there so we’d come up from London to the factory and go back when the day was over. It wasn’t like all those years at AT where you could at least be in the beautiful Italian countryside and take in the stunning landscapes out the window, not fields and copious amounts of cows and sheep. When we finally pulled in front of the building where all the offices and important rooms with important people in them were, Ben finally asked if I knew what this was all about. Seriously, he didn’t even question this random meeting until the moment he stepped out of the car and I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. I liked Ben, he had become a good friend over the course of last year. It’s hard not to grow close to someone you see pretty much every day and does everything with you.

“No idea.” I told him as he rounded the back of the car as I shut the car door. “Hope I’m getting a raise for dealing with all that shit last year though.” Ben laughed at my words, which weren’t intended as a joke but must have sounded like one. As two of the guys from Alpine came out from the building to greet us, apologise for the bad weather and issue us inside my phone buzzed in my pocket and I wondered if that was the photo I had asked that Jocelyn girl for earlier. Took her time didn’t she? I made sure I didn’t scoff and tried to stay professional as we walked through the building while the guys I had met a million times before talked about the weather and asked me if it was better in Paris - clearly not clocking the tan I was sporting to realise I had certainly not spent my winter break in Paris.

“We’re just in here, Pierre.” The shorter, more rotund one of the two opened the door and held it open for me. I’d been in here before. It was where I had that big meeting with the big bosses after the incident in Singapore but the less said about that the better. I recognised everyone in the room. Otmar and the like were all sitting around the oval table and got up immediately to welcome me. But my eyes were firmly trained on the mass of long brown curls and feminine shoulders that were still sat at the table facing away from me. This was a new addition. There hadn’t usually been a woman at these meetings before. I glance around and confirmed no one had been fired and I hadn’t found out. So maybe she was just a new PR girl or one of the girls that worked in the offices at the factory. Otmar suggested I take a seat and so I did. The mystery girls head turned slightly, enough that I could make out some of her features. Cute straight nose, naturally full lips and high as hell cheekbones. She had to have only been around 23 or 24 perhaps? But maybe I was wrong and she only just looked younger - I wasn’t the best at women’s ages and my I knew better than to presume I knew anything about the feminine being anyway - anyway, as Otmar started speaking I would be sure to find out exactly who this new addition was.

“As you know, at the end of last season I told you I would be discussing things with some of our bosses and whatnots at the end of year review we have. The big debrief meeting where all the heads of department get together and talk about the good things and the not so good things that happened and how we could look to improve in the future. Y’know, like our race debriefs at the end of a race day….” Yeah Otmar, I know, I’m not fucking stupid get to to point. I pull my leg up and rest my ankle upon my opposite knee while I sit back in the chair and nod in the right places. “Well, one of the things that kept coming up was the tension between yourself and Esteban and the incidents that arose last year.” He means him running me off the track at two separate races, trying to break test me anytime I was behind him, me bashing him in front of the cameras any chance I got but it was probably, the public near fight caught by cameras in Singapore when I tried to get my own back by flirting with his girlfriend that was what he was really referring too.

“Pierre with your results last year there’s no doubt of your future within the team but the negative attention the pair of you have garnered has raised a lot of concern.” “Otmar I…” I was going to tell him it takes two to tango and if this conversation was happening with me it better be happening with Ocon too. He was as much to blame for last year as I was. But a hand made me pause while he continued. “However, after some deliberation on how to resolve the conflict and how we can possibly move in a more positive direction for all of us involved. We have decided to bring in an image guardian.” I look at him like he’s grown another head. What the fuck was an image guardian? And that was when I saw his hand flick over toward the girl that had momentarily occupied my mind before Otmar started talking.

This time, when I looked over at her, she was looking straight back at me with quite possibly a pair of the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen before. A soft, sincere smile spread across her lips as her hand rose from her lap in a “that’s me” gesture. Fuck, I couldn’t help but imaging those eyes staring up at me while she had her lips wrapped around my cock. Which involuntarily twitched in my jeans while I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming. The words “image guardian” were still ringing in my ears so I most certainly in reality and not a twisted dreamland. “Sorry, what exactly is an image guardian?” I had truthfully never heard of the term and was one hundred percent certain they were making this up. “Well, we felt that the added pressure that the press and marketing teams had to face last year was rather, unfair to them. Their jobs turned into looking after or, perhaps that’s not the right words, making sure the both of you were looked after which meant some of those PR people weren’t as focused on their jobs as maybe they should have been.” I knew he was indirectly referring to Claudia without actually wanting to say her name but the less said about her the better. “So we created the role of an image guardian specifically to make sure your own PR game is onboard with ours. Someone who can liaise from your side with regards to meeting the needs of the team.”

Things took a minute to click in. He was bullshitting. This was a totally made up job so they could make someone my fucking nanny. “A babysitter?” I exclaimed loudly, my anger clearly evident in my voice and body language mimicking it. My foot fell back to the floor and I leaned in. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” I glance back over toward this girl whose name I didn’t even know (but who moments ago I had envisioned fucking) that was now labelled as my fucking au pair. “Pierre, it’s image guardian and we feel that you do.” Otmars voice changed tone. He was now not as breezy has he had been. He turned direct and much more commanding. “This is bullshit.” “Esteban has also been given an image guardian who will consult regularly with Miss Armund to ensure a more harmonious season this year. I can’t stress enough how this needs to work, Pierre. You know what can happen if it doesn’t.” I fucking knew. I had seen how people like Ricciardo and Mick Schumacher had been treated. Fuck! How I myself had been treated a few years ago at Red Bull. But a minder? Really? “And what is it she’ll do?” “I think Miss Armund is best to talk to you about that.”

“Hi…” She was nervous. She took a pause after simply saying hello. I was probably glaring at her like I wanted to set her on fire which might not have helped, but rage ran through my veins like boiling hot lava. “Firstly, I just want to introduce myself. I’m Aria Armund. I was born and raised in France till I was 10 and then moved here to England so if you want to talk to me in French you can, I’m bilingual.” There was a pause when she looked at me and I could tell she was waiting for me to say something polite (probably in French) but absolutely nothing came to mind that I wanted to say to her. She took a little breath in and it was usually while I was giving girls the come on when they got this nervous around me. I rolled my eyes and pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as the pause seemed to get longer. I observed her straightening up and let out a quick exhale. She seemed to be gathering herself and I clocked her little touch of the bracelet on her wrist as if it was somehow giving her the strength to keep going.

“So basically, what I’m here to do is to look after you. You’re not particularly incorrect in thinking I’m a “babysitter” as you called it. My sole purpose is to keep you out of trouble. To minimise any issues you may have with your team mate and prevent them from leaking into the media. I’ll also help make sure your image doesn’t suffer from all of your liaisons with various….friends, and you don’t end up on the gossip pages as you have done in previous years. I’ll make sure your reputation and that of Alpine isn’t damaged in any way, shape or form.” Where did her sudden directness come from? Her nerves seemed to evaporate immediately. It was confusing it happened at such breakneck speed. But how she managed to take control of herself and take charge was nothing shorter than a major turn on. She could take control of me anytime she wanted. “Ok?” She smiled and it was now on me.

I had nothing to say or at least nothing came to mind as those swimming pool blue eyes stared into mines like they were trying to read my mind. As she turned her head away and Otmar went to speak suddenly a question did pop into my head. “Who does Ocon have?” I asked the question in the direction of her turned head. When she looked away some of her glossy curled locks fell across her shoulder and drew my attention directly to her ample chest. She was a woman - very much a woman - and I had a horrible feeling that Alpine might have been trying to set me up for failure. What with everything that happened with Claudia. “Excuse me?” Otmar seemed confused. “Who is looking after Ocon? You said he had a babysitter too.” In those minutes my question went unanswered, I hoped it would click on someone’s brain about why I was asking and I wouldn’t actually have to fucking say it. “Uh….” Otmar sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes at me in a fashion that told me he twigged and he realised the intonation behind my questioning. He didn’t expect me to react like this, did he? During the increasingly awkward pause I fully believed that he was imposing this girl on me as a way to trip me up so he could get rid of me at the end of the year. If Esteban got a guy babbysitter then there was my answer. He would be getting off with his dickhead behaviour last year. “Mr Ocon’s guardian is Kyle Gilby.” Aria spoke up and I let out a quick exhale of air. Why the fuck did this not surprise me? I knew it. I could sense it from the way Otmar was staring at me. Ocon gets someone he can talk to, level with and I get stuck with her? Typical. “Is there a problem Mr Gasly?” Fuck her calling me Mr Gasly. Girls only usually called me that in the bedroom, not a boardroom.

I pretend there isn’t but there is. The whole thing is totally fucked but what can I do? I don’t want thrown out my seat so I have to play ball. And if that means I have to have a babysitter then fine, I’ll do it. This whole thing was feeling like a massive, risky, fucked up game of temptation? I made an audible scoff because I know where this is going and I know she won’t last long meaning they’ll probably get their way. I can’t help the fact I was born a flirt and women always fell for it. I’d give it two or three months before they’ll be having conduct meetings with me after she breaks her fraternisation contract clause after firing her for sleeping with the person she’s there to manage. It’s happened before and it will happen again. After all, it’s their own fault for hiring someone that would look more at home in Playboy or Sports Illustrated than working in an F1 team. They seriously couldn’t have hired someone less, tempting? They couldn’t have given her to Ocon and at least pretend they weren’t setting me up for failure?

Thankfully the meeting was over rather quickly. There were orders to go with her somewhere so she could do something or other and go over stuff but by that point I was zoned out. I cancelled my plans for this? They could have just told me over the phone. I didn’t need to be here in person when it would have been a quick email. I try not to sigh when I lean forward in my chair to get up but notice her move first. When she rises from her seat I can’t help but cast my eyes over her body. A perfect rack was hidden behind a satin-y type blouse and her smart, tight trousers did little to stem my attention away from her perky, peachy rear practically begging to be spanked. I was right. Playboy or Sports Illustrated. She would look so pretty on her knees. Give it a few weeks, I tell myself. By Miami she’ll be begging for me. I can tell.

Fifteen minutes later we were sat in a smaller, more bland impersonal office while she tried to convince me to hand over my social media passwords. “Mr Gasly, I assure you that your accounts and information will be safe with me. I simply need access in order to keep on top of any potential Alpine related business.” She was getting me riled up at this point. “Last year I believe there were, incidents, over social media with some questionable comments?” She was referring to the emoji’s wasn’t she? The PR girls laughed about them last year but she said it with a straight face. “I simply need to be able to delete anything that would be unsavoury toward your own reputation and the team.” “Telling people my favourite sex position through an emoji is not damaging to my reputation or the team.” I retort back with a smooth laugh. I thought it would throw her but the silence and stoney face I was met with made me push it even further. I smirked before adding; “it’s the dog by the way.” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t recall the last time I wasn’t able to flirt and smooth talk a girl into at least raising a smile. But there was nothing from her. “It’s the dog because my favourite position is doggy…” “Yes, I gathered that Mr Gasly.” She hastily shut me up and I noticed her roll her eyes. Was she not into men? Maybe that’s why my forwardness wasn’t doing it for her.

“Please, your passwords.” I watched as slowly she placed her pen on top of a notepad and pushed it across the glass topped table toward me. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. They stayed trained on me as if she had gone through military training. Unflinching. I would have been complaining if they weren’t so fucking captivating. You could get lost in these eyes.

“Earn them.” I glanced over toward Ben and smirked again. It was a game at this point. I couldn’t help myself. “Excuse me?” “I said, earn them.” I didn’t even know where this was going or why it was coming out of my mouth. I just went with it. I liked how women would squirm a little when I turned it on and I desperately wanted to know she was eating out of the palm of my hand, so sue me. But if I expected her to crumble like all of the others she surprised me. She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath before exhaling. For a brief second I thought I won and I managed to rattle her but unfortunately for me, apparently not.

“Listen, looking after a twenty-seven year old self confessed playboy is not something I thought I would be doing when I got this job so if you think your flirting will have an effect on me and I will pull a Claudia, was it? Then you are very much mistaken.” It was I that was rumbled. And she had to mention last years indiscretion by name so she had clearly been told all about it - or had she read about it online and didn’t need anyone else’s judgment about it to pass her own judgment on to me? “Now…Mr Gasly, your passwords.” Touché. Fucking Touché.

I reached for the pen and notepad and noted how much I felt like a child. It was as if I had been sent to the Alpine School’s principle’s office for being naughty in class. As I wrote down the passwords for her highness, my phone buzzed again in my jeans pocket and it suddenly l dawned on me that she would see everything I received. She would see all of the DMs I was sent along with the mountains of nudes (such as those waiting on me from last nights hook-up) that various girls sent me, mostly without a single shred of prompting. I should probably have felt a little embarrassed or ashamed by them in all fairness but for some reason - probably because she was acting like a fake ball buster she actually was one - I wasn’t. Let her look. There’s probably a fair few suggestive ones of myself on there she could find too if she really wanted too. I cursed the route of thought my own mind suddenly drove me down as now I was imagining her sliding her hand down past the waistband of her tight trousers to get off on the risqué pics I had floating around in some conversations. But she didn’t seem like the type. Fortunately for me the passwords were enough to appease her, for now. She smiled - a fake one of course - and said that was all, I could leave before adding she would would see me at testing. She would be at testing? This girl was really going to be sticking to me like glue, wasn’t she?

Thankfully, this whole fiasco was clearly coming to an end and I glanced toward the door and was desperately trying to think of something smart to say and a way to get out of here. I didn’t want to hang around for any longer than I needed to and certainly not long enough for her to continue getting one over on me or getting a metaphorical upper hand again, but it looked like she had and there was nothing I could do. When I happened to look toward Ben I realised he was smirking and clearly holding back a laugh. He was married and so never really joined in (nor understood) with the flirting and flustering behaviour I was king at. Now, after I had lost the opening match against her, it was as if he could read my startled little mind and I certainly didn’t like that. I arose out if my seat opposite my new babysitter and stared at her for a moment. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever worked in F1 - or even just a sport - before because she didn’t act like how all the girls usually acted around guys in sport. She simply seemed unimpressed. Stoic almost. “Goodbye, Mr Gasly.” A normal girl would be turned on by saying that over and over again. By now imagining how it would feel to be bent over the glass desk and having me rail them into next week. But she used it formally, professionally and without a single shred of sarcasm. I just about managed to get to the door to the office when my phone buzzed loudly one more time and I paused to remove it from my pocket.

“I hope that isn’t something I am going to have to get involved in?” Her sweet, soft voice echoed from behind and my sudden laughter filled the room as my brain had come up with the most perfect of perfect responses. “Not unless you want to make it a threesome?” I didn’t hang around long enough for her to respond and mentally high fives myself for my quick retort. She lead herself into it and my brain couldn’t catch up to my mouth. She may have been hired to be my babysitter, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy for her.

[mynameismckenziemae]

☆ { trying } a new position with them… with Fanboy?

Yessssss. This is the first time I’ve written for Fanboy!

Smut below the cut 👇🏻

“Reading again, mi amor?” Mickey asks as he sits beside you in the sand. His curls are dripping frigid water from his swim while he runs his cool, wet hand down your back to rest on your ass-his favorite part of you, “Another one of your slut books?”

You laugh, “It’s smut, not slut…though it works. But no, not one of my smutty books.”

He smiles. “Then what are you reading?” His eyes turn heated as he looks over your shoulder at your Kindle, the screen on Cosmopolitan’s ‘30 Sex Positions to Try this Month’.

“Downloaded this month’s edition before we left home,” you answer, “this one looks fun, yeah?”

You scroll up to the one called, “The Submissive Frog”.

“Yeah,” his throat bobs as he swallows, “we’re leaving. Now.”

“But…we just got-“ your confusion gets cleared quickly up when his hand lands a sharp slap to your ass, “yeah. Let’s go.”

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Once on the road back to your shared house, his fingers are pushing aside the fabric of your bikini bottom before sinking his fingers in your already-wet pussy.

He keeps you on the edge the entire drive, pulling away every time you get close.

“Keep your hands here,” he orders when he gets you on the bed, desperate to get inside you as he places your hands on the insides of your thighs before pushing in.

“Si,” you sigh at the delicious stretch even with being toyed with in the car, “si papi.”

Nothing turns him on more than when you speak Spanish in the bedroom.

“Mierda,” he groans, taking a handful of your ass in each hand as he begins to fuck you, feeling like he’s in your throat with each deep thrust.

“Nalgueame papi,” you moan, arching your back to present your ass.

He releases his bruising grip on your ass to reach down between your legs, slapping your clit, “like this?”

“N-“ you choke when he does it again, nearly making you cum, “No!”

“But I can feel you squeezing me, amor. Just once more?” He asks, slapping your needy clit again before you can respond, making you cry out as the pleasure washes over you.

“Or,” he pants, trying not to cum as he fucks you through it, “like this?”

“Si papi!” You cry out as he slaps your ass a few times, each one making you clench before he reaches down as rubs the pads of his fingers over your clit, wanting you to cum when he does.

“Fuck!” He groans, cumming when you begin to pulse around him rhythmically.

“We’re definitely doing that one again,” he laughs when he finally catches his breath.

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A/N: this is what that position looks like. I tried attaching the picture but it got the post flagged 😒

[lucysbronzes]

Chuck barça man a “happy papi’s day 😉” to get that scoop

ffs😭i've gone bikini thirst trap on stories to butter him up first

[donatellawritings]

I have a sick need to know if our boy Rafe has a kink for being slapped haha I just know there has to be a little somethingg that clicks since he loves fighting

uh DUH he’s literally insane lol

rafe would be pathetically inconspicuous about how he’d ease you into his sick little fantasy. he is a man of eclectic tastes and interests, you knew that much when you met him, but it was arousing for you to always have that element of shock factor that came with being rafe cameron’s girl. sure, for others, rafe’s impulsive ways and intense mood swings could be viewed as toxic, maybe even harmful - but you welcomed it, you even craved it at times. i mean, you were his good girl, after all.

so, rafe decided that he would play with you. he knew just how kind you were, getting you to crack your pretty little exterior wouldn’t be easy, so pissing you off wouldn’t cut it. you were so sweet that it made his sharp teeth ache, so toying with you would be his in.

you sat prettily perched on the lounger beside the pool, the haze of the sun kissing your skin just right. small beads of sweat rolled down your chest and stomach as you breathed in, your supple breasts expanding against the flimsy and thin material of your sized down baby blue bikini top. te mata by kali uchis softly played through your speaker as you lowly hummed along, completely oblivious to your boyfriend who quietly approached you, stopping silent as he reached where you laid.

the sudden darkness that came with rafe’s shadow caused you to crane your neck back as you stared up at your smirking boyfriend through your curled lashes, “hi, papi,” your swollen and glossy lips stretched into a smile, your arms reaching up to rafe’s face, in an effort to bring his lips to yours.

“hi, baby - y’having fun out here?” rafe questioned, leaning down to press a quick smack of a kiss to your awaiting lips, before making his way to where you laid, your bright eyes following his as he kicked a leg over the lounger, lowering himself down to straddle you.

the weight of rafe’s body caused you to answer him with a silly laugh as you nodded, “you’re heavy,” you huffed with a feigned pout of sadness.

“yeah?” rafe teased with a shrug of his shoulders, forcing out a huffed laugh as he softly grabbed each of your dainty wrists in each of his large hands, leaning his forehead to rest against yours, “y’gonna have to get me off then, i don’t want my pretty girl hurting,” he cooed menacingly, licking his lips as you sighed dreamily, your lips slightly parted.

“how?” you whined, shifting your hips.

rafe shrugs, bringing one the hands that he’d maintained his tight hold on, your head, lightly tapping the side of your head with your own knuckles, “you’re smart, baby, y’gotta get the bad guy off of you,” he coos, his condescending tone causing your sensitive nipples to harden against your bikini top as he brings your hands to rub lightly against the pebble skin.

you let out a soft moan, watching selfishly as rafe rubs your nipples, using your withheld hands, your mouth opened in shock, “papi, please,” you whisper, your lips pushed into a pout as rafe lets go of your hands.

race shifts his hips, before pushing more of his weight onto you, his heavy bulge resting flush against your lower tummy.

“c’mon mama, fight me,” he rasps, bringing his hand to grip your throat. he knew how much you could take, despite portraying yourself to be an innocent damsel, you loved being treated like a worthless slut - it got the both of you off.

your eyes widened with a slight edge of panic as rafe’s weight became increasingly overwhelming as his grip on your throat tightened. your legs began to kick out as you slapped at his unwavering wrist, a strained cry leaving your lips as rafe suddenly stood over you, pressing you flat against the lounger as you kicked your feet at him, your now spotty vision and manipulated airways causing you to gasp for air.

“c’mon princess, give it to me,” rafe smiled, watching your chest rise and fall at a quick rate as tears streamed down you flushed cheeks.

and with that, the sudden loud clap of your acrylic-nailed hand slapping across the skin of rafe’s structured cheekbone rang through the backyard of tannyhill. rafe was quick to release your throat from his intense grasp, leaving you a gasping mess as you struggled to find and steady your breathing. rafe brought his fingertips to his throbbing cheekbone, a proud smile pulling at his lips at the sight of a tinge of blood painting his fingertip.

with a sob, you reached out for rafe, “rafey, i’m sorry, i-” you began.

letting out a short chuckle, rafe approached you, “fuck, y’got me good, baby,” he leaned down, silencing your cries with a wet kiss, moaning directly into your mouth as you brought one of your legs to wrap around his waist, your fingers tugging at rafe’s buzzed hair.

the messy kiss brought an ache to your clit as you and rafe’s faces being slick from your slobbery kiss, “do it to me,” you moaned, your tone needy and desperate as rafe pulled away, his handsome face painted with confusion.

“what?”

“hit me,” you clarified, biting down into your bottom lip as rafe grips your cheeks, smushing your face as he licked your mouth.

“y’want me to hit you, baby?” he mocked, a troublesome pout on his lips as you nodded feverishly, earning a satisfied hum from rafe as he mushed your cheeks once more, before releasing your face from his grip, sending a harsh slap across your face.

a pained gasp left your lips as your head whipped to the side, your hair falling over your face as you soaked in the sting of rafe’s strong slap. your boyfriend swallowed thickly, his cock twitching with need as your heavy breathing turned into a small laugh as your supple lips expanded into a dopey smile.

before you could turn to face rafe, he pulled you in for another slobbery and slippery kiss, “fuck, you took that shit so fuckin’ well, mama,” he moaned, leaning further into you as his hand fumbled with the button of his shorts.

there was nothing more that rafe wanted in that moment, than to fuck a baby into you. his sweet girl.

[jamtoasties3316]

Honestly, my favorite idea is Fernando training omegas. Especially Carlos, but Charles and Esteban too. He is efficient but sadistic and relentless. He likes when his omegas fail because he can punish them later.

His omegas are not his mates but his property. Sometimes he shares them with other alphas not because he's a good friend (we're talking about Fernando) but because he may see it as a test for his omegas or to show off to other alphas.

Fernando is organized enough to have many saved videos of him training his omegas. His other hobby aside from training and breaking omegas, is photography, specifically photographing omegas at their most vulnerable moments. He has one of those elegant photo albums that you put on the coffee table for your guests to look. That's his not-so-hidden talent.

The album is full of crying omegas with smudged makeup, drooling, cum on their faces, and a disoriented look, in different situations, from simple photos showing only their faces to the most extreme scenes.

The only times the omegas can wear clothes are in certain humiliating scenes, such as skimpy cow-patterned lingerie. The rest of the time, they are naked and available for free use, except for their collar and a leash when necessary.

I also think that Fernando would like titles: Alpha, of course; Sir, the other one they can use (when they're allowed to talk); maybe Papi, depending on the scene because he likes how it sounds when they cry it.

I go crazy for Fernando, and I have many ideas about conditioning omegas.

Oh yeah Fernando would be such a toxic Alpha, I agree! He loves tricking Omegas and then breaking them!

Even during training he sets them up to fail because the punishment is the best part, his favorite photos and videos to rewatch!

Carlos is his first slut, his pretty property to break and treat like a dog. Carlos crawling around naked in Fernando's home, collar on tight and ass spanked red. He would make Carlos call him papi especially, because its so humiliating to him! He has Carlos Snr come over to fuck Carlos sometimes too, showing how cute Carlos is when he cries getting spanked too!

He likes Max in a tiny cow print bikini, ridiculing him ror his thick tits and thighs. He likes fucking Max's throat, making those blush lips even more plush and leaving him with tears and cum on his face! Max hates anal so Fernando fucks his ass a ton because he likes it when Max screams.

Charles gets tied up, given water to drink until he can't hold his bladder, crying as he pisses himself! Charles's pussy is the cutest when it's gaping and leaking and it has his own chapter in Fernando's photo album, just closeups of Charles's cum drooling holes.

Esteban is so confused when Fernando shows interest in him because he doesn't get much Alpha attention at all. He is kinda excited to go home him Fernando, but it's not the first time put of his dreams! Fernando bends him over the table, tears his panties off and shoves three fingers in that virgin pussy, fingerfucking him hard as Este cries, until he is too stunned to move. Fernando fucking him hard and shoving his cock in Este's ass a few times too and after coming in his pussy, he orders Este to keep the cum in, hitting his cunt with a thin cane every time a drop of cum drips out!

Fernando is very proud of his album of photos, that grows every year!

[bubble-booty-valkyrie]

Okay so some ideas

Kali cucking Blake kinda like the other stuff could be fun too.. Blake being a boring pillow princess, and her mom being a cock hungry slut who loves twerking her oiled up ass and calling Blake's boyfriend Papi..

Something about her and Neo together, I dunno

Maybe with another milf?

Or maybe "adopting" Nora, or Yang, cause they much sluttier then Blake and she bonds with them by twerking in slutty bikinis or something, I dunno, I just have horny Kali brainrot