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honeyedmiller · 4 months ago

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When in Positano | Javier Peña

javier peña x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: light alcohol consumption, smut (fingering, f & m oral receiving, unprotected piv, major breeding kink, ass slaps), talks of starting a family, an insane amount of fluff, javi is a romantic at heart, bits of spanish with translation, frequent pov switching, no use of y/n.

word count: 6.1k

synopsis: honeymooning in italy with your husband is a dream, especially when he reveals he wants to start a family with you.

a/n: this has been in my wips / drafts since january- and then i ultimately decided to change the whole plot of this bc i've been in a soft mushy mood for husband x reader lately. shoutout to @ilovepedro (ily) for beta'ing this baby for me. hope you enjoy <3

It was times like this that you could hardly believe this was your life.

The morning sun had shown her golden rays through the linen curtains that danced with the wind, illuminating your villa brilliantly. The first thing you get to see when your eyes flutter open is your husband, unknowingly basking in the golden light of the morning.

You stretch your sore limbs, the glint of your wedding ring in the light catching your attention. You can't help the smile that spreads across your lips, eyes shifting down to the man next to you once again.

You study his peaceful features as if you were sketching him from memory — tan, warm skin; dark, thick hair; a mustache that always tickles the tiniest bit when he’d kiss you anywhere on your body; a strong, angular nose; long lashes that fan his cheeks; and plush, pink lips that were slightly parted as he breathed steadily.

The only thing you miss dearly in sight at that very moment are his beautiful brown eyes. The same eyes that had you hooked from the very first time your gaze fell upon them.

Your eyes travel down to his muscular arms — the same arms that always hold you tight and protect you, all the way down to his torso and his naked, but covered, lower half.

Your eyes snap up to his gorgeous face once more, reaching your hand out to trace featherlight lines over his smooth skin. You cup his cheek, leaning forward in the slightest to kiss his nose. His brows scrunch in reaction as he finally stirs awake.

He groans softly as he instinctively wraps an arm around you, bringing your bare body flush to his. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles in your throat, taking advantage of your proximity to him as you start peppering kisses all over his face.

You pull back and he peeks one sleepy eye open, a half smile immediately forming on his face.

“Buenos días, mi amor.” [good morning, my love] He whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Buenos días, mi esposo.” [good morning, my husband] You beam, and he gently grabs your left hand — the one that decided to caress his face once more — and looks down at it with pride, seeing the wedding band and engagement ring together. It’s something he’ll never tire of.

“Still can’t believe you said ‘I do’.” He chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips so he can kiss your ring.

“I’d say those two words in a million lifetimes with you, Javier.” You whisper, and his soft brown eyes look up at you in pure adoration.

“Mi vida.” [my life] He shakes his head in disbelief, an undeniable grin etching itself upon his plush lips.

You said I do to each other just seventy-two hours ago, and you both have been luxuriating in the blissful feeling of forever.

Javier surprised you with your dream vacation destination as your honeymoon, and you cried in happiness on your twelve hour flight as you both made your way to Italy.

You don’t know what you did to deserve such a man as Javier, and you truly don’t think you’ll ever comprehend how you got to marry him. What you do know, is that you’re the luckiest woman alive.

Little do you also know, he feels the same exact way about you.

“I love you.” The words flow naturally, easily, and he gives you a look that makes you want to give him the whole universe. Fuck, if you could, you would.

This man—the man that has endured so much in his past, only to open up his heart to you and only you—to protect you, cherish you, and love you the way he does, is a man that deserves everything gracious and peaceful this world has to offer.

And if you told him those exact words, he’d kiss you searingly and tell you that you are his grace, his peace, his god-given solace. You are the reason his heart beats, his days are brighter, his world spins on its axis. You’re everything to him and he’d show you time and time again just so.

“I love you too, cariño.” [honey] His voice is softer, a voice only reserved for you. Underneath the harsh exterior and the stern brow he always wears, there’s a softness that he carries when it’s just you two in the confines of your own space. You always greet him at the door when he comes home, pressing a kiss between his furrowed brows, wrapping your arms around him before telling him “welcome home.” He always relaxes under your touch, and knowing you’re his peace makes pride bloom in your chest.

Your heart aches in the best way possible with how much you love your husband, and your faithfulness and devotion to him will never, ever waver.

Javi buries his face into your neck and leaves a trail of kisses up to your jaw, mustache hairs tickling your skin as he nibbles on your chin playfully.

“What’s on the agenda today, baby?” He asks, hand gliding up the soft skin of your torso, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. The ghost of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you grin lazily as you look at him.

“I was thinking about the street market we passed yesterday, and maybe a new restaurant?” You say, running a hand through his thick brown locks. You twirl a longer piece at the nape of his neck around your finger, and he begins to kiss your collarbone languidly.

He hums in thought, kisses trailing down to the swell of your breasts. You cradle the back of his head gently, not particularly wanting him to stop, but also aware that you should really get out of bed and enjoy the beauty of Positano while you can. Your fingers release his head and skate down to his back, gently double tapping the space between his shoulder blades.

“We should really get up, amor.” [love] Your tone isn’t convincing enough even to yourself, and Javi rests his chin on your sternum as he looks at you with a glimpse of mischief in his eyes.

“Can I enjoy the sweet taste of my wife first?” His tone is more of a statement than a question, and you can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. Truthfully, if it were up to him, you two probably wouldn’t leave the bedroom very much in the week and a half you get to spend here. To you, Italy was paradise, but to Javier, you were his.

He could spend days with his face – or cock – buried between your thighs, savoring every moment of your addicting taste and tight cunt.

“Only if you let me pick the restaurant.” You negotiate poorly, and even then, Javier sports a grin that lights up the whole room. The sun and her radiance doesn’t even nearly hold a candle to your husband’s smile.

“Deal.” He murmurs, lips marking their territory down your sternum. Before he gets any further, he kisses both of your breasts before enveloping a nipple into his mouth. You suck in a breath at the feeling, the sensation shooting straight down to your already needy and aching core.

Something of a whine escapes you, tugging on his hair as you arch your back off the mattress. You can feel his smug smirk against your skin before he switches sides, relishing the other pert bud before letting go with a small pop.

The anticipation is building up much quicker than you expected, and you’re squirming beneath Javi as his lips ghost your stomach, moving down the bed before uncovering your bottom half.

A lazy grin appears on his lips as he takes in the sight of your puffy, glistening pussy, ready for his tongue to drink you up like you’re the finest nectar on the planet.

Javier tsks at the sight teasingly, swiping his middle finger through your folds, preening at your receptiveness to his touch as your hips buck toward his mouth involuntarily. “Now who made my beautiful wife this wet and needy, hm?” He asks, moving his face down to kiss the supple skin of your thigh before biting down gently.

You yelp in surprise, looking down at him only to find him sporting a shit-eating grin. The word wife makes you even needier, loving the fact that you belong to him.

“You, mi corazón [my heart]. Solo tú.” [only you]

Javi closes his eyes at the endearment, nestling his cheek to your thigh as he breathes in a few times. He feels like he’s in an alternate reality where his dream woman just dropped out of the sky, and he gets to spend the rest of his life with her.

But this is real, you’re real, and he nearly has to pinch himself to prove that you aren’t a figment of his imagination. He gets to spend eternity with you, and he deems himself the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

He opens his eyes and his gaze meets yours once more, and you can’t help but reach out for his face. You look so ethereal to him as the golden rays fall upon your body, making you glow like a goddess. Your head is back against the pillows as you watch him with an adoring gaze from above, and he truly has no words to ever conjure up just how much he loves you.

And, for a moment, as he’s watching you watch him, his eyes flicker down to your stomach. Javier never thought he’d be a man who wants to have kids in his life. Hell, he didn’t even think he’d ever be able to get married, let alone to a gem such as yourself.

You’ve given him a softer life; a life full of love and happiness—a complete one-eighty from his time in Colombia—and a house to call a home, albeit you being his home no matter where you two are. You’d also be the one to be able to give him the ultimate gift: fatherhood.

He sweeps his reeling thoughts to the back of his mind for now, his main focus averting back to you and pleasing you until you’re screaming his name.

With that thought in mind, he wastes no more time before he gives your pretty, glistening pussy a kiss, delving his tongue into your folds right after.

You gasp at the sensation, eyebrows pinching together as his muscle works your nerves expertly as he’s done countless times before. He traces the tip of his tongue through your folds, up to your clit and flicks it a few times before moving back down to your entrance. He prods the muscle inside and dutifully fucks you with his tongue, the pace delicious as his nose bumps your clit repeatedly in the process.

You grip onto his hair, hips bucking into his face in tandem with the stroke of his tongue.

You can’t help but cry out his name repeatedly, and he feels prideful that he’s the only one that can make you feel this good.

Javi’s mouth separates from your dripping cunt, bottom half of his face shiny with the taste he loves oh so much.

“Taste like a dream, muñequita.” [doll] He breathes, sliding his hand down to grip your thigh as the other toys with the slick on your pussy. He kisses your thigh again and he looks up at you trying to catch your breath. Your head already feels fuzzy at the immense pleasure your husband’s tongue brings you, and to top it off, he slides his middle and ring finger into you.

He keeps his eyes on your face and watches as you unravel, pumping his fingers in and out of you. He makes sure to curl his fingers to hit the very specific spot he knows you like, and when he does, you lose all resolve. You crumble under his touch as your arousal seeps out of you and down his fingers, coating his wedding band in your juices as they flow down to his wrist.

“So fucking pretty, baby. You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asks, and you nod without hesitation.

“Words, corazón.” [heart]

“Fuck–fuck, yes, Javi, oh, god-” You cry, and he squeezes your thigh before diving back down to lap up your pussy once more. The combination of his tongue and fingers is absolutely lethal—you know you aren’t going to last much longer.

Javier is the matchbox to your match, dragging, dragging, dragging you along. The coil in your core is wound up so tight that within seconds, you break and light aflame.

You cry out his name, the sound of your own desperate plea reverberating off of the four walls of the villa’s bedroom eagerly.

You feel like you’re gushing everywhere—his fingers, his mouth, the bedsheets—and it’s pure ecstasy when he blows out the flame, your body the smoke as you dissipate into the luxury of a devastatingly euphoric bliss.

Javi drags his lips up your thigh, to your torso, all the way up to your jaw before capturing your lips in a searing kiss as you both share the taste of you on his tongue.

He hums into the kiss and separates from you, bringing his slick-coated fingers to your mouth. You huff a laugh as you eagerly lick the arousal off of his wedding ring and up his digit, popping both of them into your mouth and suck them until they’re clean.

Javi’s cock is impossibly hard now, but he knows how badly you want to explore the beautiful city. So, he pushes his urges down for now, though you’d likely gladly take his cock into that pretty mouth of yours and suck him dry.

He groans as he gets up from the bed, giving you another chaste kiss before he trudges to the bathroom to retrieve a towel to clean you up. Your eyes follow him as you lay on your side, head propped up by your hand. You study his figure unashamedly, admiring your husband and his bare form in all of its glory. Long legs, toned arms, tan skin, and of course, that insanely cute ass of his—and he’s all yours. Every inch of his beautiful body, face, and mind is yours.

He walks out of the bathroom with a towel in hand, and you can’t help but admire his impressive length. He teasingly throws the towel at you and you catch it, and before you can protest, his body is hovering over yours.

“Someone can’t keep their eyes to themselves, hm?” He quirks a brow at you.

“Well excuse me for admiring my husband and how sexy he is.” You retort, and he can’t help the guttural laugh that escapes his belly.

“You’re something else, you know that?” His tone is playful, snatching the towel from you as he cleans you up.

You prop yourself up on your elbows as you give him a stern look, and he meets your gaze with a boyish grin.

“You’re the one who married me. That’s on you.” You say, and he grabs your shoulders after tossing the towel onto the floor before giving you a light shake.

“And it’s been the best decision of my life, muchas gracias.” [thank you very much]

You roll your eyes before leaning up and giving him a kiss, tapping his thigh as you pull apart.

“Up and at ‘em, baby. Italy is waiting for us.”

You watched Javi as he bought some fresh fruit from a vendor at the street market, patrons bustling on the side as they enjoyed the beautiful weather and scenery before them. The water was a brilliant hue of blue, tying in the bright colors and coastal landscaping Positano had to offer.

Javi holds out his arm for you after he purchases the fruit, and you gladly cling onto his bicep as you make your way down the street. You stop for a moment to look at him and admire his outfit—bright blue shirt that contrasted beautifully against his tan skin, and some white pants paired with brown loafers.

He gave you a face when you originally suggested the shoes to him because it simply wasn’t something he’d ever wear, but they were insanely comfortable and undoubtedly great for walking, deeming you right once more.

“Mi esposa always knows what’s best,” [my wife] He’d said.

Javi peels an orange for you both to share, splitting it in half and hand feeding you the slices. You bite the tip of his finger playfully, and he can’t help but admire the buttery sweet sound of the laugh that emanates you.

You hum at the citrus taste of the orange, closing your eyes in delight at how fresh it is.

“That’s delicious.” You say aloud, and Javi looks at you while sliding his aviators down the bridge of his nose.

“It is, but nothing compares to the taste of you.”

Your face heats up at his words, hiding it in the crook of his neck for a second while letting out a mumbled ‘behave’ from you.

He’s smug when you pull your face back from the warmth of his body, and you lightly swat his chest in mock-chastise.

“You hungry, mamí?” He pulls a food guide of local restaurants out from his back pocket, and you nod eagerly.

“For more than just food.” You murmur, slotting your arms onto his broad shoulders, letting one hand dangle and the other play with the curls at the nape of his neck. His hands instinctively grab onto your waist and he pulls your body flush to his.

“Now who needs to behave, hm?”

“Still you.” You beam.

“Smartass.” He retorts with a chuckle.

“Maybe. But you love me.”

“That I do, bebita,” [baby girl] He leans in for a kiss before handing you the food guide, and you briefly scan the options.

“How about some pizza?”

The restaurant reminds you of your first date with Javier. You remember how much he tried to impress you, and even then, you knew he was someone special. To end up here with him in Italy eating the most delicious pizza and drinking the crispest glass of wine four years later seems like a total fever dream.

Javi raises his glass up to you, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes and the softest smile you think you’ve ever seen on him. “Cheers to you, amor de me vida,” [love of my life] “You make me the happiest man alive. You’ve given me everything I could wish for and then some, and your beautiful heart and soul never ceases to amaze me.”

Tears prick your eyes as you raise your glass to clink against his, sipping the Prosecco in your glass. You reach for his left hand across the table, bringing his knuckles up to your lips as you kiss them and his wedding band repeatedly.

“I love you, Javier Peña. Thank you for giving me a life well beyond my wildest dreams. I’d do anything for you. It’s me and you against the world, baby.”

“I’ll never know how a bastard like me got so goddamn lucky. You’re a godsend, corazón,” [heart] “What if we had an addition to our world?” He asks, voice almost shy as he tries to gauge your reaction.

“What do you mean, mi amor?” [my love]

”How do you feel about starting a family? With me?”

He’s hopeful with the way he stares at you, squeezing your hand as he awaits your answer.

“Is that something you want, baby? I know a while back you said you weren’t too sure.”

You’d love to have a family with Javier. The thing was, he wasn’t too sure of that awhile back when things really got serious between you two. You were a little crushed by the prospect of not having kids with the love of your life, but you’d learn to make do. It was never a dealbreaker for you specifically, but you’ve always felt like you were meant to be a mom.

“I’m sure now. I love the sound of having a little one of us running around. We don’t need to rush into it, though. I just—I want this with you, and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Well, besides asking you to be mine para siempre.” [forever]

You try to not let your emotions overwhelm you in the moment. The man sitting in front of you has you in pure awe, with the way a softness has wrapped itself around his heart, showing him that this side of life is full of warmth and love. He’s gradually learned to accept it, unlearning all of the harsh stoicism that seized his being in the past.

“You’d be the best daddy, Javier Peña. No doubt in my mind.”

His face gleams with joy as he brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing each knuckle individually.

“And you’d be the best mommy, Mrs. Peña.”

Your heart flutters at the sound of your new last name. You still genuinely cannot believe you’re married to this man.

“Chucho is probably going to ask when we’re going to give him grandbabies.”

Javier can’t help but laugh, knowing full well his father would undoubtedly ask that question as soon as you two get back to Texas.

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you. “We should start practicing now then, mamí. Wouldn’t wanna keep him or the rest of the family waiting.”

A sheen of sweat coats your brow and chest as you arrive back to your villa with Javi. The walk itself wasn’t far but the warm weather was starting to get to you. And yet, as soon as you walked through the doors of the bedroom, he was on you.

He was kissing your pulse point while his hands roamed over your body with fervor, skimming over the cotton material of the sundress you were wearing. You giggle as his mustache tickles your neck, playfully nudging him.

“Javi, baby, I’m all sticky and sweaty. Let me take a shower first.”

He hums at your words, continuing the assault of his lips down your jugular before nibbling on your hot skin. His grip on your waist tightens before he leads you backwards into the bathroom, hands moving down to your ass before giving it a playful slap. He spins you around so you’re both facing the huge mirror above the double vanity, and his hands settle onto your stomach.

His eyes travel down to where his hands are as he starts to rub his thumbs back and forth. The look of pure love in his eyes was enough to tell you how badly he really wants to be a father. You reach an arm back to cradle the side of his face, craning your neck to the side to give his cheek a kiss.

“Can you just imagine growing a life that’s half you and half me in here? Nuestro hijo o hija. You’d be glowing even more than you do now, mi amor.” [our son or daughter ; my love]

Your gaze snaps back up to his face, his usual stoic brow softened at the idea of you carrying his child. You didn’t think you could fall in love with this man even more, but picturing him taking your newborn baby out of the carseat after coming home from the hospital and seeing their tiny body resting against his chest in comfort, against someone so loving and so familiar, gives you an indescribable amount of butterflies.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror once more, and you can’t help but give him a soft smile. Both of you are well aware that no words can ever come close to describing the emotions that flow through your minds and hearts, but somehow still connect perfectly like a puzzle piece.

It’s sacred, your love with Javi, and it’s something you’ll both pour into your future child endlessly.

Javi’s lips find your neck once more, fingertips skating over the sticky flesh of your arms before settling on the straps of your dress. His lips move to your shoulder as he slips one strap off, then the other, and tugs down gently so the fabric falls and pools at your feet.

You’re bare on top, and Javi takes advantage of the beautiful sight and kneads your breasts with his hands. You can’t help the way your head lolls back onto his shoulder, biting your lip as he tweaks both nipples simultaneously.

“My beautiful wife.” He whispers, trailing a hand down your torso and over the fabric of your panties, teasingly rubbing you through the thin material. A gasp evades you as the familiar low ache bubbles in your core once again.

“Javi,” You gasp, hand flying up to steady yourself as you grab the side of his neck.

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name.”

Your ass presses against his front, and you feel his cock harden in his pants. You turn around to face him and he grabs your hips instinctively before pulling you forward so you’re flush to his body. He leans in to kiss you ferociously, hands sliding down to grab your ass as you toss your arms over his shoulders.

You stay like that for a minute just enjoying the simplicity in the art of kissing your husband before reaching down to unbutton his shirt. You slide the material off of his shoulders before moving down to his pants, palming his cock teasingly. He groans into your mouth and kisses you like a starved man, backing you toward the shower. You slide his jeans off of his hips once he’s stagnant and he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Before you two can continue your escapades, he gives your forehead a kiss before turning on the shower to a temperature comfortable for you both. You slide your panties off and he mirrors your actions, sliding his boxers off before you both step inside.

The lukewarm water cools your skin briefly before Javi steps under the stream, face up toward the water. You watch as the droplets stream down his face, to his neck and shoulders, down his torso and down down down into the dark, wiry hairs that sit below his navel and above his delicious length.

Your mouth is practically salivating at the sight before you, and you need to have a taste of your husband.

Your hands are gentle on his torso before they drag down, your body lowering with them until you’re on your knees. Javi looks down at you with his lips parted and a wild look in his eye.

You lick your lips and smirk at him before pushing on his thighs, backing him up so he sits down onto the bench in the shower. You scoot forward on your knees, admiring your man from below as his thighs spread wide and his hard cock is already furious and leaking pre-come, slathering itself onto his torso.

Your nails scratch his thighs lightly before you lean down to kiss them each once, looking back up at him before taking his cock into your hand. You pump his silky flesh a few times before swiping your thumb over his slit, spreading his arousal over the head of his cock before lowering your mouth.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the taste, absolutely entranced by this man and his cock that you love oh so much.

“My wife is so pretty with my cock in her mouth.” He says, stroking the side of your face with his thumb.

You separate from him as you sit back on your heels, pumping his length as you quirk a brow. “I think I look prettier when your cock is in me, papí.”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, thumping his head against the shower wall. “Got a dirty fucking mouth, bebita. Christ.” [baby girl]

“Just wait to see what it’ll do to your cock.” You can’t help but giggle at the way your words were easily affecting him, but you decide to cease your teasing.

You slowly take him into your mouth, gagging as you reach the hilt. You swallow around him as best as you can manage before bringing your mouth up once more, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him all the way into your mouth again.

He’s heavy and warm against your tongue, twitching with every bob of your head as you set a steady rhythm. You squeeze your lips around him and he cradles the back of your head, guiding your movements up and down his cock in haste.

“Your mouth feels so– fuck– fucking good, corazón.” [heart]

He struggles to vocalize a coherent thought, babbling on about how good you make him feel and how much he loves you.

The broken praises only spur you on further as you begin to deepthroat him with every pass, tears pricking your waterline as you control your gag reflex. He’s nearly bucking his hips up into you at this point, fucking your mouth at a pace that drives him insane.

“Shit– yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck you’re so perfect, I’m gonna fucking come—”

You hum around him and squeeze your lips even tighter, gripping his thighs as he tenses up. His spend shoots onto your tongue and he can’t help the loud groan that rumbles through his chest, the feeling of your mouth so heavenly around his cock. You swallow everything he gives you, enjoying the view of your husband’s post-orgasm glow.

The late afternoon sun seeps into the bathroom and illuminates him in such a way that even the Greek Gods have nothing against. He looks picturesque like this; mouth parted and panting—a wild and untamable rasp, eyes shut as he comes down from the orgasm he’s been pining after all day long. His wet curls stick to his forehead in disarray, but it suits him.

His eyes slowly peel open and peer down at you, and you know better than to give him a smug smile. Instead, you lean down and kiss his inner thigh a few times without breaking his heady gaze.

“C’mere.” He murmurs, pulling you up by your elbows. You’re standing now, and he leans forward to kiss your stomach a few times before he pats his thighs. You straddle his hips, hands landing on his chest as you trace small patterns.

His hand slides down and in between your thighs where it’s slick with your arousal. You were so lost in pleasing your husband that you didn’t notice the incessant need growing stronger by the minute. It wasn’t a low, bubbling thing anymore—it was a full-fledged monstress clawing her way to the surface, begging to be tamed.

The carnal desire for Javi couldn’t be held off anymore. You leaned in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as your hips rock against nothing in particular. Javi is already half-hard again, and ever the gentleman that he is, he angles you down to where your dripping core is gliding against his warm, thick length.

A strangled moan leaves your lips as you toss your head back, and Javi leans forward to nose at your jaw before peppering your neck in kisses. He nibbles on the junction between your neck and shoulder, rocking his hips up onto you simultaneously.

You whine his name as you loll your head forward, eyes blinking open and gaze locking with his.

You’re not sure what exactly possesses you to say your next words—maybe it’s the look in his eye, maybe it’s a mixture of desperation and desire, maybe it’s just pure, honest truth. Hell, maybe it was all of the above.

“I want to make you a daddy, Javi.” Your voice is sultry and sickeningly sweet, dripping like honey.

And from that point, he was determined. Determined to make you the mother of his child, determined to start a family with you and grow it to both your heart's content, and determined to love and cherish you and your future child, or children—always—and Javier Peña was a man of his word.

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward so you both are chest to chest, and you’re reeling over the look he’s giving you. He notches his tip at your entrance, fully hard once again with the promising tone behind your words.

“Say it again.” He says.

“I want to make you,” You pause, moving your lips down to slot between his, pulling back just enough to whisper the rest of your sentence. “A daddy.” You sink down slowly onto him, and you kiss him again as you slowly adjust yourself to him.

You both moan into each other, pulling apart as he fully sheathes himself into you. You’re so full like this, content in every way possible at the feeling of your husband’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. You rock your hips slightly as a test, moaning at the sensation that surges through you.

You do it again, this time with more intent, and slowly set a rhythm with your hips. The feeling of his cock is otherworldly. A greedy, selfish part of you thinks that you’ll never be able to get enough of him or the feeling of this—being connected as so.

You fist a hand into his thick wet locks as the other grabs onto his shoulder, ensuring you can keep your balance as you rock your hips back and forth. He captures your mouth in a blazing kiss, groping your ass before slapping it once as he picks up the pace for you.

You’re panting into each other’s mouths as he increases the pace, now pounding his hips up into you. You cry out his name as your fingernails claw their way down his back and he hisses in pleasure, cradling the back of your head.

Your mind is fuzzy and your lungs are on fire from kissing him desperately, and the white hot feeling in your core is blazing.

“I–I love you, Javi– oh, god, I fucking love you. I love you and I want you to be the father of my child and I—” You’re babbling so much that you don’t even have a clue as to what it is that you’re really trying to say, but Javi gets the message, you think.

He kisses your jaw as you try and match the movement of your hips to each thrust up into you, but it’s genuinely no use. Your body wants to succumb to Javier and his strong body and delicious cock and beautiful face and his big, loving heart—so you let it. You fall limp in his hold, leaning onto him as your orgasm surges through you unexpectedly.

He can feel you pulsating around him and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“Gonna make you a mama. Gonna be so good to our baby, the best mama ever.” He’s losing all self control, and you cradle his head as you ride out your prolonged orgasm.

“Please, Javi.” You beg, and that’s enough for him to completely come undone. His hips still as he comes in you, a string of ‘I love you’s’ spilling from his mouth. You’re both breathless and completely dazed, immersed in post-coital bliss. The sound of the shower water hitting the tile floor is a relaxing constant as you both try to control your breathing.

You sit like this for a while; you're perched in his lap as he leans against the wall, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

You smatter kisses along his pulse point as a silent plea of love. You’re both pruny and fucked-out, but being here with each other like this is truly a dream in itself.

The prospect of his dream woman giving him a child has him reeling, so perhaps leaving the room this week is an empty promise that flew out of the door the minute you told him you’d make him a daddy.

Even if nothing happens right away for the two of you, that’s okay, too. You’d get to relish in the unbelievable life you already share with him a bit longer, built from the ground up by you and a man who loves you unconditionally. A man that would individually pick out the stars from the brilliant night sky for you. A man that still cannot fathom that he gets to share this life with you.

And if that’s the case, you really wouldn’t mind at all.

tags: @punkshort @endlessthxxghts @javierpena-inatacvest @ovaryacted @northernbluess @clawdee @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 (since all of you were excited about me posting this. ily)

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#javier pena fic #javier peña #javier pena imagine #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena smut #javier pena x you #javier pena narcos #pedro pascal characters

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wararamos · 4 months ago

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Felicidades amor de mi vida ❤️ por un año más de vida, un año más dónde has adquirido nuevos conocimientos y has demostrado a las personas y a ti mismo de las grandes cosas que puedes lograr, estoy muy orgullosa de ti y de todo el esfuerzo que le pones a cada cosa que haces, de tu determinación en el momento que te propones algo lo consigues, eres un excelente trabajador, un excelente novio y muy buen hermano, eres un chico muy dulce que cada día me enamoras más :') cada día te amo más y más, mi amor y mi admiración por ti van a seguir creciendo al pasar de los años tenlo por seguro, gracias por compartir conmigo momentos especiales y también los significativos para ti y tu familia como hoy que es tu cumpleaños, mi guapo cumpleañero como me encantas precioso, gracias por permitirme conocer más de ti,

#buenos días mi amor

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aricastmblr · 6 months ago

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1 año de este Jungkook Weverse Live

1 año de jk hablando de la pelea con jimin del día lluvioso

BTS

06.05 01:03

ㅎ...

heh...

(https://weverse.io/bts/live/0-120039348?hl=ko)

jk-¡Hola! Si quiero ver los comentarios, tengo que verlo así. Es porque está encima de las bolsas de suplementos herbales que compré para mis padres.

jk-Aún no he dormido. ¡Buenos días! ¿Dormiste bien? Tengo que irme a dormir. Honestamente, estaba en pijama preparándome para dormir, pero esto es lo que usé ayer. No podía dormir y pensé en hacer un concierto, así que me puse la ropa de ayer y vine aquí.

jk-¿La guitarra aquí atrás? ¿Por qué? Tengo que recibir lecciones de guitarra, pero me he estado sintiendo perezoso, así que no he podido hacerlo bien. Pero tengo que hacerlo para poder tocar la guitarra en el escenario en el futuro.

jk-Te extrañé así que vine.

jk- "¿Comiste?" Desayuné. Creo que tengo un apetito fuerte.

jk- Está describiendo su receta especial de fideos en taza que implica una técnica muy complicada con huevos, arroz y esas cosas.

jk- tengo que irme en 4 hrs. Tengo que ir al dermatólogo.

jk- Soy bastante bueno instalando cosas. Soy bueno juntando cosas. Incluso cuando era niño, era bueno jugando con Legos.

jk- Justo cuando estoy pensando en todos ustedes, pensé que tal vez ustedes también podrían estar pensando en mí, así que pensé en ir a verlos y ver qué tipo de pensamientos están teniendo.

jk- Está explicando que le duele el hombro derecho cuando se mueve de cierta manera, por lo que ha estado trabajando en su postura, estirando y fortaleciendo los músculos de la espalda y los hombros.

jk- "Tengo sueño". Vete a dormir. Dormir bien. No tengas pesadillas. No tengas sueños en absoluto. Dicen que tienes el sueño más profundo cuando no tienes ningún sueño.

jk- Lindo. Lindo. Eres tan... Eres el mismo de siempre.

jk- No tengo una receta nueva. Si se me ocurre alguno, te lo haré saber.

jk-los comentarios desaparecen para él - van y vienen

jk- lee comentarios

jk- ¡Gracias por gustarte mi estilo!

jk- No es que haya trabajado hasta tarde hoy. No trabajé hoy. Dormí hasta tarde y luego no pude irme a dormir, así que encendí el en vivo.

jk- Alguien dijo que tenía miedo. ¿De qué tenías miedo?

jk- Si tienes miedo, tienes que pedir ayuda. Porque tener miedo no es bueno.

jk-JK está revisando su horario de hoy para ver cuándo irá a almorzar.

jk- "Traté de traducir y solo quería dormir, pero ahora solo te amo".

jk-Gracias por traducir.

jk- No uso shampoo con esencias. Solo los que son buenos para tu cuero cabelludo.

jk- No he estado tocando mucho la guitarra. Me disculpo con mi anterior profesor de guitarra. Probablemente se estén preguntando qué me pasó cuando lo había disfrutado tanto antes. ¡Lo lamento!

jk- Tenía muchas ganas de conocer a un fantasma. Entonces, ¿alrededor de las 2 a.m.? Apagué todas las luces y, ¿conoces ese equipo que usan los cazadores de fantasmas para detectar fantasmas? ¿Hacen ruido? Los instalé y a las 2 am apagué las luces y esperé. Y... No salió ningún sonido.

jk- No dejo de creer en los fantasmas. Yo creo en ellos. Me pregunto cuánta tristeza deben tener para quedarse en este mundo. Quería hablar con ellos. Pregúnteles qué edad tienen y cuándo pasó, qué pasó. Podríamos hablar y tal vez podríamos haber sido amigos.

jk- ¿Quién quiere ir a ver una película conmigo?

jk- ¿Alguien? ¡Vamos a ver una película! Alquilaré un teatro.

jk- No será un horario oficial. Sin que la empresa lo sepa. ¿Es eso posible? Necesito un espía. Entonces encontraré un tiempo con ARMYs. Será divertido.

jk-🐰 ¿Estás tratando de entender lo que estoy diciendo? jk-¡Lo siento! jk- Soy coreano y el coreano es el idioma que mejor hablo. jk- Pero hay una traducción, así que más adelante podrán ver lo que dije. jk- Si trato de hablar en otro idioma, no podré decir lo que quiero.

jk- Puede que haya empezado demasiado tarde, pero estoy trabajando duro para aprender. Espere por favor.

jk- Creo que entiendo. Si alguien que me gusta hablara un idioma diferente, sería frustrante. Pero como esa persona está trabajando duro, espera. Ya me conoces, me cuesta mantener algo funcionando por mucho tiempo, así que vamos despacio, despacio.

jk- A veces, los ARMY internacionales usan traducciones y sus mensajes pueden sonar duros. Pero puedo decir que es porque fue traducido.

jk-Justo ahora, alguien escribió: "No me ignores*" o "¿Puedes hablar buenos días?".

jk-Entiendo lo que está pasando.

jk-en estos días, probablemente todos ustedes lo conocen, pero conocen a jji-dragon-ssi, ¿verdad? el es tan divertido (TN: creo que es un comediante que imita/parodia a gdragon) ¿Conocen a jji-dragon, todos? ¿Lo sabes? *imita al comediante*

jk- está viendo esto actualmente y dice que aún no lo ha visto.

jk mwoyaaa~ (aegyo) su carita feliz (cuando presentan y sale jimin)

jk-oh porque es un especial del día de los inocentes, [está cantando canciones] con 'mentira'

jk- ¡por favor enséñame guitarra! (a lee mujin) [reaccionando a lee mujin diciendo que no estoy seguro si te gustó la apertura] ¡me gustó! [reaccionando a lee mujin presentando a un invitado diferente] ¡¿oh?! ¡Oh, mentiste porque es el día de los inocentes!

jk- is tocando/cantando Lee Mujin's canción Traffic Light

jk-[cambiando la letra en sintonía con el semáforo de lee mujin]

jk viendo a jimin cantando like crazy versión ingles en el programa de LEEMUJINSERVICE

[리무진서비스] EP.56 만우절 특집 con 방탄소년단 지민 | Especial del Día de los Inocentes con BTS Jimin

(https://youtu.be/1wvz8Rs7dgc?t=654)

jk imitando a jimin hablar XD

jk hablando de la pelea del día lluvioso T T

más joven. Y ni siquiera recuerdo cuál era mi estilo de hablar en ese entonces, pero era en la medida en que incluso el angelical Hobi-hyung se molestaba. No es que mi forma de hablar fuera mala, sino que tenía mal genio, así que por eso, mis hyungs me dijeron que me detuviera. Por eso Jimin-hyung me llamó a un lado para hablar conmigo. Pero la forma en que me sentía... Sabía que había cometido un error, lo sabía yo mismo porque eran mis acciones, pero tenía mi orgullo y pensé que había partes en las que también tenía razón. Así que mientras hablábamos, también me enojé. Eso es cómo sucedió. Así que Jimin-hyung dijo, entonces de ahora en adelante no cuidaré de ti, haz lo que creas que debes hacer. Y se fue. Así que estuve en la sala de práctica por un tiempo, después de que él se fue, y luego me fui también. Iba a ir directamente al dormitorio pero me desvié vueltas y vueltas sin pensar. Y soy malo con la navegación, así que no sabía dónde había terminado. Pero esta situación me hizo sentir tan agraviada y triste. Así que lloré y lloré solo y llamé a Jimin-hyung. Y mientras lo llamaba, pensé que tal vez no debería porque debería hacerlo

jk-yo llame? Y colgué. Pero luego volví a llamar. ¡Y volví a colgar! Y luego volví a llamar y Jimin-hyung atendió de inmediato y me preguntó: ¿Qué estás haciendo? No dije nada. Me preguntó, ¿Dónde estás? Le dije que no sabía. Dijo, ¿Qué estás hablando? Dije que no sabía dónde estaba. Y cuando hablo, a veces las lágrimas salen de repente. Y yo dije, no sé dónde estoy *mientras lloraba *. Él dijo, ¿dónde estás, mocoso? ¡No lo sé! Jimini-hyung dijo: ¿Qué ves a tu alrededor? jk-A mi alrededor, no sé. Hay una tienda de conveniencia. jm- Dijo, iré a buscarte. jk Dije, No, puedo tomar un taxi. Lloré. Y la lluvia estaba realmente torrencial. Así que tomé un taxi y me fui a casa y Jimin-hyung estaba al frente de la casa. Jimin hyung preguntó, ¿Dónde estabas? Y lo vi y las lágrimas volvieron a brotar. Y me llevó a la azotea y hablamos los dos. Y él dijo: Mocoso. En este punto, ambos ya no estábamos enojados. Y dije, lo siento y que lo haré mejor de aquí en adelante. Y Jimin-hyung estaba todo "eong" [*tal vez llorando? tal vez de acuerdo?*] y nos dimos un abrazo de felicidad y bajamos a nuestra habitación en casa. Al día siguiente, cuando me desperté, ¡mis ojos estaban así! ¡Totalmente hinchado e hinchado! Fue así(hace la forma en su cara). Por qué Jimin-hyung no te lo dijo?

cr. @ryuminating twt

(https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1665494541128835079.html)

jk- cantando cambiando la letra

jk-Tengo que ir a ver el concierto de hyung. Y también veré ARMY, así que me gustaría eso. ¿Debería simplemente subir al escenario? ¿Debería saludarlos desde el escenario? Si Yoongi-hyung dice que está bien, realmente lo haré. Si Yoongi-hyung ve esto y lo menciona primero, lo haré. Subiré y saludaré.

jk-En 3hrs tengo que ir al dermatólogo. Pero hacer el concierto es demasiado divertido. No sé qué haré, así que voy a hacer Weverse Live así, así que déjame ser.

jk-Parece que me quedaré despierto toda la noche y saldré. ¡Es un fracaso! ¡Es un fracaso!

jk-Me voy a dormir ahora. Son las 8:46 casi las 9:00. Se podría decir que apenas dormí. Sí, ha llegado el sueño.

jk-voy a descansar ahora ~ Creo que tendré que irme después de acostarme [un rato] después de cepillarme los dientes. Yo también te amo. Realmente te amo. Te amo / Te digo que te amo, ¿hmm? Ya que te amo/nosotros nos amamos, no nos enfermemos..y tengamos salud. No sé cuándo nos volveremos a ver, pero cuídense. * * démonos la mano y choquemos los cinco. Descansa bien. Comamos juntos pronto. Ve/adiós~ ve/adiós~

jk- se despidió - apobangpo~

Jungkook Weverse Live

BTS

06.05 01:03

ㅎ…

heh…

https://weverse.io/bts/live/0-120039348?hl=ko

jk-¡Hola! Si quiero ver los comentarios, tengo que verlo así. Es porque está encima de las bolsas de suplementos herbales que compré para mis padres.

jk-Te extrañé así que vine.

jk- “¿Comiste?” Desayuné. Creo que tengo un apetito fuerte.

jk- Está describiendo su receta especial de fideos en taza que implica una técnica muy complicada con huevos, arroz y esas cosas.

jk- tengo que irme en 4 hrs. Tengo que ir al dermatólogo.

jk- Soy bastante bueno instalando cosas. Soy bueno juntando cosas. Incluso cuando era niño, era bueno jugando con Legos.

jk- Justo cuando estoy pensando en todos ustedes, pensé que tal vez ustedes también podrían estar pensando en mí, así que pensé en ir a verlos y ver qué tipo de pensamientos están teniendo.

jk- “Tengo sueño”. Vete a dormir. Dormir bien. No tengas pesadillas. No tengas sueños en absoluto. Dicen que tienes el sueño más profundo cuando no tienes ningún sueño.

jk- Lindo. Lindo. Eres tan… Eres el mismo de siempre.

jk- No tengo una receta nueva. Si se me ocurre alguno, te lo haré saber.

jk-los comentarios desaparecen para él - van y vienen

jk- lee comentarios

jk- ¡Gracias por gustarte mi estilo!

jk- No es que haya trabajado hasta tarde hoy. No trabajé hoy. Dormí hasta tarde y luego no pude irme a dormir, así que encendí el en vivo.

jk- Alguien dijo que tenía miedo. ¿De qué tenías miedo?

jk- Si tienes miedo, tienes que pedir ayuda. Porque tener miedo no es bueno.

jk-JK está revisando su horario de hoy para ver cuándo irá a almorzar.

jk- “Traté de traducir y solo quería dormir, pero ahora solo te amo”.

jk-Gracias por traducir.

jk- No uso shampoo con esencias. Solo los que son buenos para tu cuero cabelludo.

jk- No he estado tocando mucho la guitarra. Me disculpo con mi anterior profesor de guitarra. Probablemente se estén preguntando qué me pasó cuando lo había disfrutado tanto antes. ¡Lo lamento!

jk- ¿Quién quiere ir a ver una película conmigo?

jk- ¿Alguien? ¡Vamos a ver una película! Alquilaré un teatro.

jk- No será un horario oficial. Sin que la empresa lo sepa. ¿Es eso posible? Necesito un espía. Entonces encontraré un tiempo con ARMYs. Será divertido.

jk- Puede que haya empezado demasiado tarde, pero estoy trabajando duro para aprender. Espere por favor.

jk- A veces, los ARMY internacionales usan traducciones y sus mensajes pueden sonar duros. Pero puedo decir que es porque fue traducido.

jk-Justo ahora, alguien escribió: “No me ignores*” o “¿Puedes hablar buenos días?”.

jk-Entiendo lo que está pasando.

jk- está viendo esto actualmente y dice que aún no lo ha visto.

jk mwoyaaa~ (aegyo) su carita feliz (cuando presentan y sale jimin)

jk-oh porque es un especial del día de los inocentes, [está cantando canciones] con ‘mentira’

jk- is tocando/cantando Lee Mujin’s canción Traffic Light

jk-[cambiando la letra en sintonía con el semáforo de lee mujin]

jk viendo a jimin cantando like crazy versión ingles en el programa de LEEMUJINSERVICE

[리무진서비스] EP.56 만우절 특집 con 방탄소년단 지민 | Especial del Día de los Inocentes con BTS Jimin

https://youtu.be/1wvz8Rs7dgc?t=654

jk imitando a jimin hablar XD

jk hablando de la pelea del día lluvioso T T

más joven. Y ni siquiera recuerdo cuál era mi estilo de hablar en ese entonces, pero era en la medida en que incluso el angelical Hobi-hyung se molestaba. No es que mi forma de hablar fuera mala, sino que tenía mal genio, así que por eso, mis hyungs me dijeron que me detuviera. Por eso Jimin-hyung me llamó a un lado para hablar conmigo. Pero la forma en que me sentía… Sabía que había cometido un error, lo sabía yo mismo porque eran mis acciones, pero tenía mi orgullo y pensé que había partes en las que también tenía razón. Así que mientras hablábamos, también me enojé. Eso es cómo sucedió. Así que Jimin-hyung dijo, entonces de ahora en adelante no cuidaré de ti, haz lo que creas que debes hacer. Y se fue. Así que estuve en la sala de práctica por un tiempo, después de que él se fue, y luego me fui también. Iba a ir directamente al dormitorio pero me desvié vueltas y vueltas sin pensar. Y soy malo con la navegación, así que no sabía dónde había terminado. Pero esta situación me hizo sentir tan agraviada y triste. Así que lloré y lloré solo y llamé a Jimin-hyung. Y mientras lo llamaba, pensé que tal vez no debería porque debería hacerlo

jk-yo llame? Y colgué. Pero luego volví a llamar. ¡Y volví a colgar! Y luego volví a llamar y Jimin-hyung atendió de inmediato y me preguntó: ¿Qué estás haciendo? No dije nada. Me preguntó, ¿Dónde estás? Le dije que no sabía. Dijo, ¿Qué estás hablando? Dije que no sabía dónde estaba. Y cuando hablo, a veces las lágrimas salen de repente. Y yo dije, no sé dónde estoy *mientras lloraba *. Él dijo, ¿dónde estás, mocoso? ¡No lo sé! Jimini-hyung dijo: ¿Qué ves a tu alrededor? jk-A mi alrededor, no sé. Hay una tienda de conveniencia. jm- Dijo, iré a buscarte. jk Dije, No, puedo tomar un taxi. Lloré. Y la lluvia estaba realmente torrencial. Así que tomé un taxi y me fui a casa y Jimin-hyung estaba al frente de la casa. Jimin hyung preguntó, ¿Dónde estabas? Y lo vi y las lágrimas volvieron a brotar. Y me llevó a la azotea y hablamos los dos. Y él dijo: Mocoso. En este punto, ambos ya no estábamos enojados. Y dije, lo siento y que lo haré mejor de aquí en adelante. Y Jimin-hyung estaba todo “eong” [*tal vez llorando? tal vez de acuerdo?*] y nos dimos un abrazo de felicidad y bajamos a nuestra habitación en casa. Al día siguiente, cuando me desperté, ¡mis ojos estaban así! ¡Totalmente hinchado e hinchado! Fue así(hace la forma en su cara). Por qué Jimin-hyung no te lo dijo?

cr. @ryuminating twt

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1665494541128835079.html

jk- cantando cambiando la letra

jk-En 3hrs tengo que ir al dermatólogo. Pero hacer el concierto es demasiado divertido. No sé qué haré, así que voy a hacer Weverse Live así, así que déjame ser.

jk-Parece que me quedaré despierto toda la noche y saldré. ¡Es un fracaso! ¡Es un fracaso!

jk-Me voy a dormir ahora. Son las 8:46 casi las 9:00. Se podría decir que apenas dormí. Sí, ha llegado el sueño.

jk- se despidió - apobangpo~

#1 año de este Jungkook Weverse Live #jeon jungkook #1 año de jk hablando de la pelea con jimin del día lluvioso #jungkook #kookie #kookmin #galletita #amor a mis chicos jmjk #jikook #jungkook weverse live #jungkook beanie #jk bucket hat #jungkook se corto el cabello #cr.a @ryuminating twt #jungkook cree en fantasmas #jk invoco fantasmas pero nada salio #jk ira a un concierto de suga si suga le parece bien XD #jk es bueno armando legos #jungkook apobangpo #jk hablando de la pelea con jimin del día lluvioso #jmjk pelea en un día lluvioso #jk reacción a vídeo de jimin like crazy #jungkook weverse live heh...#jk con una liga para el cabello X)#jungkook diciendo un secreto a army #jungkook mano en su cara #amor a las traductoras army-gracias #jungkook: nos abrazamos felices y luego entramos #jungkook weverse live ㅎ... heh...

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wosohours · 3 months ago

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good morning - alexia putellas x reader

(italics = speaking in spanish)

Alexia was currently lying in bed next to you watching while you slept. She always loved waking up next to you, it was one of her favorite things to do, watching you look so at peace while the sun shone on your face. Today was one of her rare days off and she had been up for about an hour and was starting to get bored.

Reaching over she started running her fingers through your hair then leaned closer to start peppering kisses all over your face. The feeling causes your eyes to flutter open.

“Buenos días, mi amor.” She whispers.

“Hola bebé.” you say with a small sigh shutting your eyes again. Alexia starts to trace your face with her fingers. You open your eyes to see her still staring at you with a small smile.

“Ale you know I hate being up this early,” you whine pulling the covers over your head.

“Well I have been up for an hour and I wanted to spend time with you since we have both been so busy lately,” your face softens and you scoot closer to her putting your face in her neck. Ale lets out a little laugh as she tries to pull you impossibly closer.

“I understand but I am so tired, so please give me like fifteen more minutes,” you say, moving the covers up to your shoulders and shutting your eyes once more. “No no no bebé, come on let us go make some breakfast,” she says pushing the covers away.

You do not respond so she moves from under you and pushes you to lay on your back so she can straddle your hips. She leans down, peppering more kisses all over your face. You can’t help but smile at the action and pull her down so she is laying directly on you like a nice weighted blanket.

Alexia turns her head to kiss your neck repeatedly which causes you to giggle and push her up so that you can sit up. “Can you make breakfast with me now?” She asks while you stare into those eyes that you love so much and nod saying “Yeah baby let's go.”

She gets off of you and stands on the side of the bed pulling you towards her so you are sitting on the side of the bed. When you stand up to walk to your closet she reaches over to smack your butt and giggles, “Cute butt bebé.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever, come on.” but before you can walk too far she grabs your wrist and tries to kiss your lips. “Ahhh babe no, morning breath.” you squeal causing her to roll her eyes, grab your hand, and drag you to the bathroom.

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first fic on tumblr :)

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso community #womens football

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inuyashaluver · 4 months ago

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Hi bestie, woso-vida here to formally request Alexia x Jenni x Reader 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'm thinking (playful) jealousy?? I'm thinking them both arguing who you'll be sitting beside on the bus?? I'm thinking them constantly trying to one up eachother in terms of romance??

Or yknow, whatever you'd like. I'll read everything from you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

three’s a party - alexia putellas, jenni hermoso

alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x reader

description: in which your girlfriends are incredibly jealous of one another when it comes to your attention

warnings: i am not shipping - this is PURE FICTION, polyamory, let's pretend jenni is in barcelona for the sake of this, slight swearing - spanish is in bold italics!

a/n: i got excited to write this i won't lie, HAPPY AUGUST YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!! enjoy, my lovesssss, thank you so much for your support, love! this is so meh

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆

if there was anything to know about football players, they’re incredibly competitive. they are so competitive that it can sometimes develop into jealousy, envy and even bitterness.

and the two girls that embodied these qualities the most, just so happened to be your girlfriends.

the jealousy was playful most of the time, but sometimes it could really push your buttons.

—

jenni and alexia, your girls. they were obsessed with you. the two spaniards were so obsessed with you in fact, they don’t know how they went through life without you.

in the beginning stages, they were together for a relatively long time, and it was incredibly unexpected when you joined the equation.

the three of you just made sense. it was easy, familiar and just felt so right amongst all of you. it was your own little bubble, the way you all liked it.

it was private, not a secret, with no confirming nor denying when the question came up. you were all happy and that was all that mattered.

you’d now all been together for a little over 3 years and they were probably the most special and fun years of your lives. and within these three years, you learnt how competitive these girls really could be, especially when it came to you.

—

“this is unbelievable, we are basically late” jenni curses under her breath, walking back and forth past a sleeping you and alexia as she attempted to find all your belongings needed for the day.

you and alexia’s fronts were pressed against each other, your head tucked under her chin, “you can’t sleep all day” jenni points out, much louder this time in attempts to wake you both up.

alexia’s arms were wrapped around you tightly, you were still sleeping against the older girl as alexia drifted in and out of her slumber.

“niñas (kids), we have training” jenni says pointedly, fighting the smile playing at her lips at how cute you both looked in this moment. you slowly stir against alexia, pressing your nose into her neck.

the other girl is fully awake now, her hands on instinct rubbing up and down your back soothingly. she chuckles in your ear tiredly as you curse out jenni.

“no” you grumble, holding onto alexia tightly as she tried to sit up, “yes” jenni mocks with a laugh, her hands on her hips as she watches you from the end of the bed.

“jen, she’s sleeping” alexia coos, leaning down to kiss your cheek repeatedly, you smile at her sleepily, “yeah, jenni” you giggle, letting alexia cup your cheek with one hand and pull you into a sweet kiss, waking you up even more.

jenni gaws at both of you, “no, that’s not fair! why does she get a kiss first?” she frowns, growing angry at seeing alexia smile into your mouth before she slips her tongue in.

you pull back for a moment, pecking her lips quickly, “because she’s in front of me” you grin, that’s when jenni loses it. jenni leaps onto the bed, quickly spinning you around and straddling your hips with hers, a wolfish grin making you chuckle, they were like children when it came to sharing.

“buenos días, mi amor (good morning, my love)” she sings out, winking at you cheekily, you can’t help but laugh at her, returning the greeting.

you look over at alexia next to you who just shrugs, shaking her head amusingly, clearly she wasn’t in the mood to fight over sharing just yet.

she kisses both of your foreheads, moving past both of you to the adjoining bathroom to begin getting ready for training. “it’s my turn” jenni says as she squeezes your cheeks, directing your head to look at her. you breathe out exaggeratingly, “come on then” you puckered up your lips jokingly, though, jenni is jenni. everything is serious.

she wasted no time pressing her lips to yours, making a quick effort to slip her tongue into your mouth and relished in the fact she pulled a hum from the back of your throat. someone was clearly trying to prove a point.

it was a lot easier now in your relationship ever since jenni returned to barcelona, she hated the short time apart when she was in mexico.

“calm down, hermoso!” you breathe out a laugh, she hops off you with an accomplished smile, holding both your hands to pull you out of bed. “okay, get off me” she says cheekily, pushing you gently into the awaiting arms of alexia, the blonde currently brushing her teeth.

you laugh as alexia pulled you to her with one strong arm around your middle, you hug her back tightly around her waist.

she smiles down at you, brushing her teeth with her free hand, swaying you gently from side to side, you could honestly fall asleep against her. “ale, tell her to get ready” jenni calls out from the kitchen, making you all a protein shake.

alexia chuckles again, letting go of you for a second to give you your toothbrush.

she now hugs you from behind, both of you smiling in the mirror as you look at each other through it. alexia is done first so she takes advantage of it.

she kisses your shoulder sweetly, loving the way your cheeks filled with pink over her. “my beautiful bebé (baby)” she grins brightly, continuing her trail of kisses from your shoulder to your jaw, making you squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“did you give jenni a kiss?” she mutters against your temple, absolutely loving to watch you get ready in the morning. “more like a make out” you chuckle, you spot alexia’s eyebrows furrow and that’s when she spins you around, pressing your back into the sink as she smiled at you.

“then i should have one too” she wastes no time pulling you into a kiss, humming against you happily as your arms wound around her neck to pull her even closer, her hands finding home on your waist.

“are you joking?” jenni groans, coming behind alexia to pull you both apart, “that’s not fair!” alexia exclaims, pushing jenni away from you as she tried to pull you into another kiss.

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situations like that were a daily occurrence, but they only grew tenfold when it came to national camps. the bus was your nightmare, and it wasn’t even an exaggeration.

“sit in the window seat” alexia tells you, taking your bag from your hands as you all awaited to get on the bus. “ah, she’s sitting with me” jenni points out, pulling on your arm to launch you into her chest.

you sigh heavily, you knew this would happen. “you said you would sit with me” alexia pouts slightly, gently pulling your other arm. you smile, “my loves, it’s a 20 minute bus ride” already knowing this would turn into a playful argument.

“but 20 minutes is 20 minutes” jenni scoffed,

“you got to sit next to her on the way there last time!” alexia frowns, her arms crossed over her chest intimidatingly, “i did not! that was you, ale!” jenni defends, staring at alexia.

you stand of the middle of both of them, clearly unimpressed, you look between both of them with a deadpan expression

“bebé, who did you sit next to last time?” alexia asks you sweetly, her tone completely changing for you, jenni scoffs a laugh, though smiles at you gently awaiting your response.

“i sat next to jenni” you think, nodding at your response, alexia’s face brightens, looking at jenni smugly, the other girl frowning.

“princesa (princess), why did you tell her?” she groans, though smiles when you look at her in offence. “i’ve had enough of this, sit together, i’m sitting with leila” you tutt, walking over to the smiling girl waiting for you. this was clearly preplanned by you.

“you fucked up” alexia slaps jenni’s arm, “i did not!” jenni scoffs, picking up her back and walking to the bus. they walk past a laughing you and leila, slightly sad they weren’t the ones making you laugh. jenni plops down in the window seat and stares at you longingly, it takes everything to not look at her.

alexia suddenly remembers something, rummaging through her bag and finding one of your favourite protein bars she always kept for you. she smiles, rushing over to you before the bus moves off, tapping your shoulder sheepishly.

you smile at her sweetly, taking it from her appreciatively before pulling her down for a quick kiss, she pinches your cheek softly, winking at you before moving back to her seat.

jenni looks so grumpy when alexia comes back, “sit down” alexia says sternly, squeezing her knee when she was about to get up to go over to you. "that is so unfair" jenni grits out, though leans her thigh to press against alexia's.

they both bicker quietly back and forth before you turn around to wave at them, both of them perk up quickly and return to normal almost like nothing happened a few seconds prior.

—

during training, you three returned to your regular selves. during a small break, your sat with your back against jenni’s front, talking back and forth with misa and irene. you play with one of jenni’s hands, laughing brighting in the conversation with the other girls.

when alexia plops next to you both, she smiles at you when you make eye contact and you already know she wants to cuddle with you. you turn around and kiss jenni’s cheek, she looks up at you confused, still in conversation. you make your way over to alexia, wrapping your arms around her shoulders from the back, kissing her cheek sweetly.

her hand comes up to hold your arm and she smiles brightly, though a little pink in the cheeks at how quickly you read her mind. “jealous?” you whisper in her ear in your knelt position, she chuckles lowly, hushing you with a pinch to your thigh resting on her side.

“look how sad she got” misa chuckles, pointing at jenni, jenni makes an effort to get up slightly and flick her on the forehead, moving over to you, kissing you and alexia softly in turn before she got up to get some water.

“go with her, bebé (baby)” alexia smiles, squeezing your arm reassuringly, you laugh, they really knew each other so well. “what a treat, mi amor (my love) is here!” jenni exclaims, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips repeatedly, you both laugh into the kisses, so childish but really just so cute.

alexia watches you both with a smile, shaking her head fondly as she gets up to walk over to the both of you.

“happy?” alexia questions, jenni nods, giving alexia a kiss before picking her up and running around with her. alexia curses her out harshly, though laughs brightly when she saw you basically in stitches laughing at your girlfriends.

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“princesa! (princess), look, i’m doing the dishes”, “bebé (baby), look i’m folding the laundry”, they both yell out when you come through the door with breakfast one morning.

“why are you both acting like i told you to do that? we all live here” you laugh, letting alexia help take the groceries and drinks out of your hands. "it is not a competition, i am both of your partners, and so are you" you remind.

“tsk, you should have let me come with you” alexia scolds, bringing you into a quick hug, “you’re so stubborn, hermosa (beautiful)” jenni scolds as well, patting the top of your head affectionately as you sit at the kitchen island.

“because i can do it myself” you roll your eyes, smiling when alexia presses a kiss to your cheek. “you’re around this one too much” jenni says smugly, winking at alexia with a flirty smile.

“and you’re not stubborn?” alexia springs into action, moving her chair closer to yours as jenni looks at you both from the other side of the island. “do not even start on me right now, putellas” jenni laughs, alexia turns to you immediately, “bebé- (baby)”.

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New in the Paddock ✧ Franco Colapinto

A/N: Hello! Back with another blurb for you all, this time it’s Franco themed because I’m just so happy that one of my f2 faves is on the f1 grid! (I’m still so sad about Logan) anyways here’s New in the Paddock with a Hispanic reader! I hope you all enjoy reading this one <3 This was inspired by Enchanted by Taylor Swift!

“These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you”

Being back in Italy has you buzzing with happiness, it’s been quite a few years since you’ve been back in the country. Yesterday you’d spent the day sightseeing and doing light shopping in Milan. This is your first big job opportunity fresh out of university and you’re extremely excited for what lies ahead. Once your alarm rang you leapt out of bed and opened the curtains. Music plays from the phone that sits atop the dresser, as you pass by the window you smile at the crowd of Tifosi chanting and you notice Charles signing their things. Smiling, you walk towards your suitcase and take out the outfit you had laid out last night.

Heading to the bathroom you change into a pair of jeans, a white tee, and a white and blue embroidered vest paired with your usual gold jewelry and white sneakers. Applying the last touch-ups to your makeup you grab your brown Longchamp bag and check that all the contents are there before grabbing your passes and the room key from the dresser. Locking the door you head towards the elevator. Looking around the hotel lobby you notice the flurry of staff getting ready to head out. You spot some drivers heading out and want to ask for pictures but you’re nervous and want to remain professional.

Briefly, you catch a glance of Franco Colapinto as he passes by in front of you and he offers a small smile once you lock eyes. Shyly you smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Noticing your phone is starting to ring, you pick it up. Your mother’s face greets you on the other line with a proud smile. Smiling you lift the phone to an appropriate angle so she can see your face.

“Hola mi amor, ¿qué tal te va el primer día de trabajo?” she asks and you smile.

(Hi my love, how is your first day of work going?) “Hola ma, muy bien hasta ahora, estoy esperando a mis compañeros para tomar la guagua al circuito” you reply.

(Hi mom, very good so far, I’m waiting for my coworkers to take the car to the circuit)

“Bueno espero que todo te vaya muy bien y voy a estar al pendiente de las redes a ver si te veo entrevistando a alguien!” she beams and you giggle.

(I hope it goes very well and I’ll be tuning into social media to see if you interview someone!)

“Oye y no has visto al chico de Argentina que sustituye a Sargeant? (Oh, have you seen the young man from Argentina that’s substituting Sargeant?)

“Acabo de ver a Franco hace algunos segundos, no hablamos pero me sonrió ,” you reply. (I just saw Franco a few seconds ago, we didn’t talk but he smiled at me)

“Esperemos que te toque entrevistar a Franco, se ve como un chico adorable y se que es de tus favoritos,” she says. (Let’s hope that you get to interview him, he seems like a charming young man and I know he’s one of your favorites)

Smiling you reply, “Eso espero mamá bueno te voy a dejar porque ya vienen los compañeros de trabajo, hablamos luego. Te amo!” you say. (I hope so, mom. I’ll have to leave you because my coworkers are arriving, we’ll talk later. I love you!) “Yo tambien amor, exito hoy!” (I love you too, good luck today!)

Putting your phone away you stand up and introduce yourself to the rest of the crew that hasn’t met you yet. Smiling, they start chatting with you as you walk towards the van that’s already waiting for everyone. Climbing in you take a seat by the window and adjust the passes around your neck, you run your thumb over the black and purple media pass supplied by Formula One and look at your picture and credentials before smiling. “The first day on the job is a little overwhelming but you’ll be fine,” one of your coworkers says. You smile, “Yeah it’s starting to feel like it,” you say with a little chuckle. Everyone smiles, “Lucky for you, we’re not leaving you to your own devices on the first day so the nerves will ease,” someone else reassures.

“It’s more like anxiety but thank you. I just want to be great at the job and have fun. It’s a little hard to believe this is happening and it’s not a dream,” you add with a little chuckle. “It’s pretty surreal but you’re going to enjoy it,” the woman says. “I’m Christine by the way,” she says, outstretching her hand for you to shake. Smiling, you shake it, “Y/N it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve seen you race in Dakar,” you reply. Quickly you fall into conversation with everyone and get to know them. Fans line the sides with merch and excitedly wave to every car that passes, there’s a lot of Tifosi and you smile.

“Are you hoping to meet any specific driver?” Roldán asks you. “Honestly mostly everyone but especially Charles, Lewis, and Franco,” you answer. “You should ask them for a signature or picture once you can, they’ll be happy to do it,” he says and you smile. Once the car parks you gather your things and leave the car. Adjusting your passes you walk with them and greet the workers in Italian.

Deciding to film such an important moment for you, you put an Airpod on and open Tiktok. Filming your feet heading towards the paddock, you pan up, show the entrance, and film the moment you scan your pass and walk in before capturing your reaction. Quickly you save the video and press play on one of your playlists. There’s press so of course some pictures of you are taken and you smile at the cameras. The nerves have eased significantly and now you’re just happy to be here. Picking up your pace you join Christine and Melissa and resume the previous conversation.

The paddock is quite busy but it’s all team staff, drivers, media, and other personnel. Given the news that broke earlier this week about Franco replacing Logan in Williams, everyone wants a shot at interviewing the young driver from Argentina. Making it into the media room you sit next to your coworkers and immediately begin to work. Sipping some water from your bottle you review your notes and wait for the assignments to be handed out. “And this next one is for Y/N, you have Franco in the media pen,” Melissa says. Feeling your cheeks flush, you smile and nod, “My very first interview with and it’s with one of my favorites this is crazy,” you comment and everyone chuckles.

Quickly you start to prepare by jotting down a few questions and getting into the work mode headspace. When it’s time to start heading to the paddock everyone filters out towards the media pen. At the media pen, you get settled with the in-ear monitors and microphone. Christine decides to film the moment which makes you chuckle and wave at the camera. “You got this, you look great” she encourages and you thank her. The drivers start to come out and you ask questions to a few such as Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, and George Russell. You spot Franco approaching you and you discreetly adjust your shirt.

“¡Hola, ¿qué tal Franco?” ”Soy Y/N y estoy con DAZN!” you say in your native language and he smiles. (Hi Franco, how are you? I’m Y/N and I'm with DAZN) “Hola, muy bien ¿y vos?” he replies smiling. (Hi, I’m very good and you?) You smile back, “Todo bien,” you reply. “Es un gusto conocerte, tenés un acento bonito, ¿de donde sos?” he asks. (It’s a pleasure to meet you, you have a pretty accent, where are you from?)

The question makes you blush a little and you chuckle, Franco smiles. “¡Puerto Rico!” you reply. “Ah! Muero por visitar, es un país muy bonito,” he replies. (I'm dying to visit, its' a pretty country)

“Lo es, bueno primero que nada ¿cómo te sientes al debutar en la fórmula uno?” you ask. (It is, first of all, how do you feel about your formula one debut?) “Gracias por la pregunta, estoy en una nube todavía, es una gran oportunidad y estoy muy feliz y emocionado” you smile at him and continue to ask questions. (Thank you for the question, I’m still on a cloud, it’s a great opportunity and I’m very happy and excited)

He’s been a little flirty but you chalk it up to be the Argentinian charm and once the interview ends you thank him again and he chats with you off-camera before going off. Being busy with work makes the day roll by and when it’s time to get some lunch you decide to go off on your own and join everyone else later. Heading out of the media room you walk around and pass the Ferrari motorhome, smiling you decide to take a picture of it and marvel at how amazing and fulfilling it feels to finally see all your hard work pay off.

The years away from home, while you studied to chase your dream, are finally paying off. It happens to be your lucky day because you spot Charles and Lewis walking. Politely you go over to them and ask for pictures and signatures, “You must be new, I haven’t seen you before,” Lewis comments. Smiling you nod, “Actually, I’m fresh out of university!” You beam and they smile kindly. “In that case welcome to the paddock Y/N,” Charles says. “Hopefully we see more of you in the media pen,” Lewis adds and you smile and nod. “Thank you both for the pictures, I can’t wait to see you both in red next year,” you say. Grinning, they bid goodbye to you and you head in search of food.

Spotting a stand making pasta you stand in line and once it’s your turn you order and pay. With your food in one hand and phone in the other you reply to some messages from friends. As you reply to the messages you lose sense of direction and collide against someone’s chest. Your phone, bag, and sadly your food all fall to the ground, and embarrassment floods over you since a few passersby witness the incident.

“Disculpame, no me di cuenta,” a familiar voice says. (Sorry, I wasn't aware) You lock eyes with Franco, “No, discúlpame tú, fue culpa mía. Estaba en el celular y no estaba al pendiente” you apologetically say. (No, I’m sorry, it was my fault. I was using my cellphone and wasn’t aware)

The young driver chuckles and bends down to help you pick up your things. His fingers brush yours as he hands you back your phone, “Escuchás a Taylor Swift?” he asks. (Do you listen to Taylor Swift?)

Smiling you nod, “Si, soy swiftie,” you say. (Yes, I’m a swiftie!)“¡Yo también! ¿Pudiste ir a algún recital?” he asks you. (Me too! Did you manage to go to a concert?)

“¡Si, fui a la última noche de Londres!” you reply. (Yes, I went to the last London show!) ¿Cómo te sentiste sin tener el anuncio de Reputation?” he asks with a laugh. (How did you feel about not getting the Reputation announcement?) Giggling, you adjust your bag, “Me sentí como toda una payasa,” you reply and he laughs. (I felt like a total clown)

Fran walks with you to a nearby bin and you toss the pasta and napkins. “Me siento re mal que perdiste toda tu comida por mi culpa, dejame comprarte otra,” he offers. (I feel so bad that you lost all your food because of me. Let me buy you another one.) “No, está bien no te preocupes,” you reply. (No it’s fine don’t worry)

“Por favor déjame hacerlo, me siento mal que ya en mi primer día acá accidentalmente le he tirado la comida a alguien al suelo,” he says. (Please let me do it, I feel bad that on my first day, I already dropped someone’s food by accident) You giggle, “Ay no te sientas mal, son los nervios del primer día,” you say. (Oh no, don’t feel bad, it’s the first-day jitters)

Franco chuckles in agreement, “Es tu primer día también?” he asks. (Is it your first day too?)“Ajá, me gradué hace unos meses,” you reply. (Mhm, I graduated a few months ago) “Felicitaciones, con más razón tengo que pagarte la comida,” he says and you laugh. (Congratulations, with all the more reason I should pay for your food)

Franco looks over at you and smiles, you smile back and tuck a rogue curl behind your ear. As you stand in line you chat and your stomach flutters every time you catch him looking at you. Both of you order food and he pays for your meals, walking back you’re careful to not drop it or bump into each other again. “Gracias por la comida pero probablemente debo ir a sala de medios,” you say as you start to walk away. (Thanks for the food, but I should probably head towards the media room)

Franco reaches for your hand and stops you, “Quizás esto es muy atrevido pero podés conmigo acá en el motorhome de Williams,” he pauses and looks at you. (Maybe this is a little too bold but you can eat with me at the Williams motorhome)

“Solo si quieres, si no pues esta bien,” he quickly adds. (But only if you want to) You smile at his sweet demeanor and he nods, “Okay, acepto la invitacion Colapinto,” you say and he laughs. (Okay, I accept the invitation Colapinto) “Franco por favor,” he sweetly says. (Franco, please) “Acepto la invitación, Franco,” you add and he laughs. (I accept the invitation, Franco)

Franco leads the way and you go up to the floor in the motorhome reserved for the staff and into his driver's room. “Bueno, almuerzo de primerizos entonces,” he says and you laugh. (Well then this is the lunch of first-timers) “Primerizos que se tropezaron en el paddock,” you joke and he laughs. (First-timers that stumbled upon each other in the paddock) You eat in comfortable silence and after you finish you talk and joke around. He’s made you laugh so much you started to cry and your stomach hurts.

“Me di cuenta de que tenés buen italiano, ¿viviste en Italia?” he asks. (I noticed that you have great Italian, did you live in Italy?) “Solo unos meses, hice un internado en Italia y regresé a España,” you say. (Just for a few months, I did an internship in Italy and returned to Spain) “También lo estudié un poco en secundaria y seguí practicando por mi propia cuenta,” you answer. (I also studied it in high school and kept practicing it)

“¿Cómo es que ambos somos tan parecidos ya?” he comments and you nod in agreement. (How is it that we already have so many similarities?) “Lastima que España es tan grande, si te hubiera conociera antes, habríamos salido o algo,” he adds and you blush. (It’s a shame that it’s so big, if we had met before we would’ve gone out or something) “Quizás hubiese sido una probabilidad,” you say with a little laugh. (Perhaps it could’ve been a probability)

You continue talking and decide to exchange numbers, Franco insists on walking you to the media room. Once you reach it he stops and turns to you, “Fue un placer Y/N, espero no volver a tirarte la comida,” he comments and you laugh. (It was a pleasure Y/N, I hope to not be the cause of you losing your food again)

“Bueno, pero si no pasaba entonces no hubiésemos tenido el almuerzo de primerizos juntos,” you reply attempting your best to flirt back. (But if it hadn’t happened we wouldn’t have eaten lunch together) He smiles, “Tenés razón, esperemos que no sea la última,” he says. (You’re right, let’s hope that it’s not our last time) “Hagamos algo, yo pago el almuerzo en la próxima semana de carrera,” you propose while stretching out your hand. (Let’s do something, I’ll pay for our lunch on the next race week)

Franco shakes it and little jolts run up your body, “Trato hecho, nos vemos pronto Y/N” he says. (It’s a deal, we’ll see each other soon Y/N) Hearing him say your name delicately makes you smile and blush, “Buena suerte mañana, se que vas a demostrar lo bueno que eres en pista,” you say. Franco blushes and gives you a friendly wink and hug before walking away. (Good luck tomorrow, I know you’re gonna prove just how good you are on track)

Blushing, you head inside and greet your coworkers, they notice your blush but don’t ask anything until Melissa points it out. You tell them a little about the encounter and continue to work until it’s time to go.

Once in the hotel room, you call your mom to debrief before showering and after you come out you find a text from Franco and decide to reply. This leads to you two talking for a few hours until you have to call it a night and get some much-needed rest for the hectic weekend that awaits you both.

You were absolutely enchanted to have met him after a slight mishap but it proved to be quite a turnaround.

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

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nayerimz · 1 year ago

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' no sé si es la fuerza con la que aventaste... lo que sea que aventaste, pero creo que me voy a desmayar ' exagera, llevándose una mano a la cabeza, justo donde papel la ha golpeado. se le pasa casi de inmediato, pero yeri es lo suficientemente dramática como para armar un rato más ' ¿por qué estás lanzando proyectiles? ¿así de mucho te aburres? ' ☆ @angvlique

se encuentra contra la pared, arrancando pedacitos del papel tapiz para hacerlos un bollo y aventarlos por la habitación. a diferencia de la mayoría, ni siquiera tiene intención de rebuscar entre las habitación y supuestos tesoros, da por hecho que nada le será de utilidad, por lo que busca otro tipo de entretenimiento. carcajada se le escapa cuando otre se atraviesa y bollito que acaba de lanzar con la intención de embocarlo en un agujero le da en la cabeza al ser en cuestión. sin embargo, risa se corta al ver seriedad en facciones ajenas. "¿ups?" sonrisita brilla mientras alza uno de sus hombros en aparente inocencia.

#primero que nada; buenos días #segundo; yeri es dramatica pido perdón HOLA MI AMOR #𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞; archivo de conversaciones.#angvlique

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ellatoone7 · 8 months ago

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❄︎ Rare mornings ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

You and Alexia wake up before the kids

It was a rarity to be woken up by the sun and not three tiny bodies that normally acted as Alexia’s alarm clock. The former athlete checked her phone wondering had she just woken up extremely early, but she hadn’t. It was nine o’clock and somehow not even one of her girls had woken up.

You had stirred slightly next to her, burying yourself further you’re your neck as her warm hand gently strokes your swollen stomach. You were about six months at this stage, and it had been the easiest so far. You and Alexia had been through all these stages three times already, in Alexia’s words you were professionals.

You winced as you tried to get comfortable, but you already knew it was going to be one of those days where the feeling probably wouldn’t subside. Your eyes cracked open, and you were welcome with the sight of your very smiley wife. “Buenos días hermosa.” Her voice deep and raspy as it always was when she just woke up. You bask in the blonde’s attention before having the same realisation as your wife, “Did you kill the girls?” Alexia shrugs playfully, “They were just too loud.” You giggle at her comment before wincing again.

Alexia softly rubbed your stomach as she pulled you closer. Back when you were pregnant with Isabella, Alexia was an absolute mess. She panicked over every little thing that involved you and her daughter. This Alexia was very aware of everything that was happening without even asking, something you were eternally grateful for. “Vale mi amor. Standing up might do you some good and we can make the girls breakfast while we are ahead.” She offers softly as she slowly begins to get up not before she places a gentle kiss to your belly, a routine at this stage.

You gratefully took her hand as she helped you to sit up and then eventually stand. You rewarded her with a kiss that she happily reciprocated before quietly sneaking out of your room. Once Alexia has you safely downstairs, she runs back up to check on her daughters. Isabella’s room was closest as she peaks her head in, her room is decorated in posters of her favourite footballers. Alexia smiles softly as she finds her eldest dead to the world, with the softest of kisses to her temple she is out of the room without any disturbance.

Emilia was the heaviest sleeper out of all her siblings, Alexia often joking that she could sleep through a whole football game and not even stir. Alexia didn’t even bother creeping in knowing that Emilia wasn’t going to wake up from the noise. Emilia’s messy blonde hair was sprawled out against her pillow as she clutched on to her stuffy. Jana had gifted her the teddy when she born, and Emilia latched on to it much like Valentina and her rabbit.

Mr biggy was named when Emilia was old enough to speak and it was decided by her and Mateo her best friend. Alexia repositioned Mr Biggy until he was tucked firmly under the blonde’s arm. Alexia pressed a kiss to her cheek before leaving to check on Val.

Contrary to her older sister Val was like Alexia and slept lightly. Alexia wasn’t surprised as the four-year-old sat up at the sound of her door being opened. “Mami?” Her little voice rasped out as Alexia stepped further into the room. Val raised her arms as her Mami came closer. Alexia sat at the edge of her bed as Val crawled into her awaiting arms.

“Buenos días mi princesita.” Ale whispered as Val buried her face into her neck to hide from the light coming from the crack in her door. Alexia felt her mumble something against her neck as she gently pulled back. Val rubbed her eyes softly as she adjusted to being awake. Her little hands rested on Alexia’s shoulders as she looked up at her with her big hazel eyes, “M’tired.” Alexia giggled softly as a grumpy face took over her daughter. “Go back to sleep mi vida.” Val didn’t fight as her Mami guided her to lie back down.

Val’s eyes fluttered shut as she drowsily held on to her mother’s hand. Alexia tucked her in as she ducked down to press a kiss against her forehead. Satisfied that all her girls were safe she made her way downstairs, smiling as she heard you humming away. You were mixing the pancake batter as a large hand covered your own, with a kiss to your neck you knew she wanted to take over. You hauled yourself up on to the counter with surprisingly little struggle that even your wife looked impressed.

“They’re still a sleep?” You asked as you noticed she didn’t have a little army behind her. “Sí, they had a late night.” Alexia reminded you as you stole a bit of the Nutella she pulled out. In hindsight you probably shouldn’t have let them stay up to watch one more episode, but they pulled out their puppy dog eyes, and you and Alexia were weak. “We need to be stricter.” You laugh as Alexia hums noncommittedly, “But mi amor, you know I’m weak when it comes to their puppy eyes.”

You rub her shoulder sympathetically as she moves to stand between your legs, “They got that from you.” You complain as she stares at you with the same shining eyes as the ones last night. “It’s a Putellas superpower.” You nod your head as she smiles and leans in, connecting your lips as she sighs at the lack of interruptions. As always, her hands fall to your waist and yours wrap around her neck, affectively deepening it until you here footsteps. “Good morning!” You hide your laugh in your wife’s neck at Emilia’s entrance. She slides across the floor in her socks as she joins the family hug, “Are you making pancakes?” Her blue eyes light up as she sees the batter and the Nutella.

Alexia wrestles Emilia away from the jar as Emilia tries to feed her Nutella addiction. You watch fondly as your two blonde’s bicker playfully, “Mami, just one spoon por favor!” Alexia holds the spoon up out of reach, “I’ve been good!” She whines as she tries to climb up the former athlete’s body, “Emilia, Te daré un poco si bajas.” Emilia immediately complies as she holds her hands out expectantly. Alexia just sends her a smug smile before moving the jar of Nutella away from Emilia. The 8-year-old’s jaw dropped as she watched her mother laugh teasingly. She sends her a glare before running over to you to complain. She struggles for five minutes as she tries to get up on to the counter before Alexia takes pity and moves to help her up. Not knowing that was exactly what she wanted she quickly turned in her arms and squirmed her way onto Alexia’s back and eventually her shoulders.

Alexia was so blindsided by what just happened and before she knew it Emilia had a mouthful of chocolate and a big smile plastered on her face. “Por favor, ayúdenme.” Alexia sighs as she turns to you, “Emilia get down and give your mami back her Nutella.” Emilia didn’t care what happened to the jar now that she had gotten some and smugly returned it to her mami. You tried to hide your smile so you could reprimand your daughter, but Alexia still looked a bit dazed, and Valentina had stumbled down sometime between the wrestling.

Alexia sighed in relief as she picked up the four-year-old, “You would never eat my Nutella would you Val.” It was whispered but just like her sister, her hazel eyes lit up. Alexia’s eyes widened as the girl tried to wiggle out of her grip and reach the jar herself. Emilia had pulled herself up on the counter and tucked herself into your side. She leaned down a kissed your stomach, “Bon dia bebita.” You carded your hand through her soft hair, untangling a few knots as she mumbled against your belly.

Emilia couldn’t wait to be an even bigger sister and was fiercely protective over her unborn sister. Eventually she looked up at you and you smiled down at her, “You remembered I existed huh?” Emilia giggled as you tickled her side, “Mama, I didn’t forget Mami distracted me.” Alexia made a sound of disgruntlement but was to busy with trying to make the pancakes and keep Val away from devouring the Nutella.

“Poor Mami always gets the blame.” Alexia pouts as she looks over at the two of you, “Sí, I’m always being ganged up on.” You coo softly as she lets you gently stroke her jaw, “My poor baby.” Emilia laughs as she launches herself into Alexia’s arms. Alexia grunts at the impact, arms winding around the little blonde as her daughter presses kiss after kiss against her face. Emilia leans her forehead against her mami’s, “Te amo Alexia.” You laugh loudly as Ale’s face falls; Emilia had found the ultimate way to tease her Mami and often used it to her advantage. Alexia hated being called anything but Mami by her little girls, always adamant that they would never ever grow up.

“Just joking Mami, I love you.” You smiled as Emilia’s laugh rang out through your house. Alexia tickled the girl unmercifully until tears were falling down her cheeks and she buried herself into Alexia’s neck, trying to catch her breath. “What is all this noise?” A new voice joined the commotion as Isabella made her appearance. “Just your sister waking up and choosing violence.” You shrugged as your eldest slumped down on one of the chairs.

Alexia was lecturing Emilia playfully as she threatened to tickle her again and after a solemn promise to behave Emilia was set free. “Can I get some Nutella?” Isabella asked as her eyes focused on something behind Alexia. “Touchy subject this morning Is.” Alexia crossed her arms with a huff, “No, you cannot until the pancakes are ready, vale.” Isabella scoffed before mirroring her Mami’s actions, “How come they got some, that’s so unfair.”

Emilia sneakily wiped at her chin as you beckoned her over to clean it fully. “Emilia nearly killed me and Val…” Alexia turned to look at her unsupervised daughter and nearly shrieked as Val shovelled another handful of Nutella into her mouth. “Ay dios mio! Basta, Valentina Elisabeth Putellas, drop it.” Val just smiled up innocently at her mother as she licks at her hand. Alexia sighs tiredly as she picks up the half empty jar and places it onto the highest shelf, “Estas chicas me van a matar.”

Taking pity on your wife you gently reprimand your youngest as she licked at her lips. Alexia finally cooks the pancakes as you sort out the state your daughter is in with chocolate basically everywhere. You force Isabella to grab plates and try to settle Emilia and Valentina into their seats, so they don’t cause any trouble. Isabella decided to help her Mami plate the breakfast up, earning her a grateful kiss and a comment about ‘someone finally being on her side.’ Once all your kids were settled and eating their breakfast with Nutella you made two cups of coffee and handed one to Alexia. A strong arm wrapped around your waist as you watched your kids playfully bicker with each other. “Menaces.” Alexia mutters but anyone with eyes could see the pure adoration she harboured for her girls.

You settle onto one of the stools by the island, Alexia hot on your tail as she passed Isabella some sugar. You felt a sharp kick to your stomach and your hand fell to your bump; you intertwined your hand with Alexia’s before placing it where your daughter kicked. You impossibly fell more in love with the woman in front of you as she laughed brightly, “She wants to join the fun early, don’t you mi preciosa.” Alexia was at eye level with you as she kissed your nose, “I love you and our family more than anything en el mundo.”

You melt into her arms as she wraps her body around you, seeking brief comfort as she becomes overwhelmed. You catch Isabella’s eye who sends you a concerned look before you nod her over, not one to ever let her eldest sister do something without her Emilia followed and so did Val. Alexia felt arms wrap around her from behind as she turns, she’s face to face with Isabella who is balancing on the spinney stool. Emilia latches onto her waist with the softest smile while Val’s little arms wound around her legs.

Alexia guides each of their hands to your stomach, letting them feel the little kicks. Isabella who had experienced it before clung onto to Alexia who happily reciprocated her hug, cradling her head to her chest as she watches Emilia’s pure fascination and Val’s wonderment. “Bebé princesa in Mama’s tummy.” Val asks her Mami as she gently prods at your stomach, “sí mi vida.” Emilia smiled as she took Val’s hand and held it up to your stomach, Val giggled as she felt the pressure against your skin, “That’s our little sister Vally.” Emilia coos as she holds her little sister close to her. You sent Alexia a playful glare, “We don’t know if it’s a girl yet.” You were met with identical knowing looks by all four girls. You already knew what was coming as you locked eyes with your wife. Just on time all girls chorused, “She’s a Putellas.”

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Hands to myself | Esteban Kukuriczka.

Sumario: mañanas tranquilas con tu novio.

Warnings: sexo explícito (+18), fingering, sexo desprotegido, dirty talking.

Notas: cómo argentina, me parece preocupante la falta de fanfics que hay de este hombre xx.

Créditos: esta inspirado en la canción de Selena Gómez, las imágenes del principio no me pertenecen y las encontré en pinterest, sin embargo, el collage fue hecho por mi.

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La suave brisa bonaerense inunda el amplio cuarto, jugueteando con mis mechones, desperdigados en las almohadas. El sol empieza a colarse sin consideraciones por las ventanas entreabiertas, obligando a mis cansados parpados a perforar mi sueño.

Los fuertes brazos anclados en mi cintura me atraen aún más cerca del hombre dormitando a mi lado, su rostro anidado en mi cuello, su dulce y varonil aroma inundando mis fosas nasales, envolviéndome en su calor corporal.

“Buenos días, Tebi”- Murmuro suavemente, cubriendo sus hombros con delicados besos para despertarlo.

“Buenos días, preciosa”- Responde, despegándose de la somnolencia y serpenteando sus extremidades con las mías.

Hinco mis dientes seductoramente en su piel descubierta, salpicándolo con pequeñas marcas rojas en contraste con su tez pecosa. Ansiosa, deslizo mis piernas sobre las suyas, posicionándome a horcajadas sobre su regazo.

“¿Andamos cariñosas esta mañana?”- Socarrón, amasa la desnudez de mis caderas entre sus palmas, causando que nuestros sexos se rocen firmemente. La burlona fricción no está ni cerca de ser suficiente para calmar las llamaradas que empiezan a asentarse en mi estomago bajo.

“Dale, amor, ¡por favor te pido!”- Ruego impaciente, tratando de replicar sus movimientos. Su agarre me mantiene estática en mi lugar, sin permitirme mover.

“¿Por favor qué?”- Finge inocencia mientras las puntas de sus dedos empiezan a dibujar entramados sobre mis costillas, trepando hacia mis pechos.

Atrapa mis pezones entre sus yemas, jugueteando con ambos a la vez, hasta sentir como se endurecen ante sus atenciones.

“Tocame, te necesito…”- Aclaro sin aliento.

Con una sonrisa ladina, acerca su boca hacia el derecho, provocando el montículo con la lengua hasta empezar a succionarlo con urgencia. Me enredo en su cabello, tirando de el con ferocidad, ganándome un gimoteo de satisfacción de su parte.

Separándose de mi abusado busto, observa mis ojos con cierta malicia impresa en los suyos al tiempo que me restriega contra su palpitante centro. Una creciente erección se hace notar bajo la ropa interior que nos separa.

“Mira lo que me haces”- Acentúa su punto al embestir mi coño cubierto con su pulsante miembro. Mi boca se entreabre ante el placer repentino- “Me pones tan duro.”

“Tebi, no puedo más”- Susurro cuando su mano baja por mi estomago hasta hallar mi intimidad, desliza mi tanga por mis pantorrillas para así estimular el clítoris en premeditados movimientos circulares. Creo enloquecer ante sus ralentizadas caricias

Asienta su toque errante en mi humedad, sus yemas buceando entre mis jugos. Retira sus dedos índice y corazón, para luego sorberlos ruidosamente, lamiendo mi reluciente excitación.

“¿Quién te tiene así de mojadita? Mh?”- Pregunta orgulloso, sabiendo perfectamente que el es el causante.

Reanuda sus ministraciones en mi núcleo, colándose por entre mis labios para penetrarte con dos dígitos. Mis orbes fijos en sus movimientos, aun desconcertada por lo obsceno de su accionar.

Rápidamente acelera sus movimientos, curvándose para golpear la esponjosa cavidad. Su longitud roza todos mis puntos sensibles, acercándome a un inexorable crescendo. Sumergida en el disfrute, lo único que escapa mis cuerdas vocales son quejidos de satisfacción, entrelazados con gemidos nombrándolo.

“Contestame, nena. ”- Reclama, forzando el contacto visual al aprisionar mi mandíbula en su agarre.

“Vos, Kuku, ¡solo vos!”- Contesto, hundiendo mis uñas en la tersura de sus bíceps, marcando lunas crecientes para la posteridad. Una sonrisa engreída tiñe sus delicadas facciones al notar mi estrechez aspirándolo, signo de mi orgasmo aproximándose a pasos agigantados.

Meciéndome sobre sus largos dedos, comienzo a percibir las avasallantes olas de mi culminación; la presión en mi vientre amenazando con explotar, la euforia difuminando todo a mi alrededor, centrándome solo en el rostro de mi novio cercano al mío.

El clímax se ve remplazado por un insoportable vacío cuando retira sus dígitos de mi calor, negándome la liberación. Un sollozo se cuela por mi expresión desahuciada, mis ojos alarmadamente abiertos cubiertos por una fina capa de lágrimas.

“No no no, por favor”- Lloriqueo en su oído, tratando de reganar el pasado contacto. Sus fuertes extremidades me aquietan por encima de su muslo, logrando que mis movimientos mueran lentamente.

“Tranquila, linda. Ahora te voy a coger, ¿sí?”- Pronuncia, apaciguando mis patéticos hipidos. Asiento frenéticamente, deseosa de sentirlo en mi interior.

Con un preciso movimiento, me enjaula bajo suyo, su largo cuerpo enmarcando al mío. Lo observo despojarse de sus calzoncillos, ardiendo al presenciar su desnudez absoluta.

Mis ojos merodean desde su esbelto pecho hasta los colorados vellos que trazan el inicio de su pelvis, gruesa y rebosante de líquido preseminal.

Casi ausente, permito que mi mano recorra su cuerpo, centrándome en su furioso pene. Con lánguidos movimientos, trazo su longitud, torciendo mi muñeca para proporcionarle el mayor placer posible.

“Me vas a matar, bebé”- Confiesa, acalorado y excitado. Sus rizos cobre empiezan a pegarse a su frente ante el esfuerzo físico, unas singulares gotas de sudor recorren su tórax.

Toma mis extremidades superiores entre sus garras para anclarlas sobre mi cabeza, dejándome completamente a su merced. Con un gesto busca mi consentimiento, el cual soy rápida en proporcionarle.

Su glande comienza a ingresar por mi núcleo, empujándose pacientemente dentro mío. Mas allá de la cantidad de veces que repitamos el procedimiento, jamás lograría acostumbrarme a la deliciosa manera en que me estira. El aire se condensa de sus suspiros de alivio al sentir su polla completamente en mi interior.

Así, inmóvil entre mis piernas, logro sentir cada una de sus vena latiendo dentro mío, las crestas y surcos que lo componen.

“Hace conmigo lo que quieras, Kuku, pero por favor movete”- Demando sin aire, todavía pasmada por la intrusión.

Ni bien las palabras me abandonan, Esteban retira su falo casi por completo antes de embestirme ferozmente. Su boca yace abierta, su cara contorsionada por el deleite, sus cejas arrugadas entre sí… La vista más bella del mundo.

Noto que mis caderas intentan acompasarse a su compás, encontrándolo a medio camino. Un frenesí casi inhumano apoderándose de ambos, obligándonos a acelerar el ritmo para satisfacer aquel deseo tan primal.

Su palma izquierda apresando mis muñecas fuera de su camino, la derecha se posa en mi abultada panza, advirtiendo la protuberancia que su pene delinea en mi vientre bajo. Un gemido nace de mi garganta al notar lo que ocurre.

“Así de profundo te estoy cogiendo, nena”- Gruñe en mi oído, su mano aún en mi estómago, sus penetraciones cada vez más hondas.

“Ay, Esteban, estoy tan llena”- Plaño frente a su boca, robándole un chape al notarme increíblemente mojada ante la imagen.

Vuelven a apropincuarse las primeras olas de mi culminación quemándome por dentro, consiguiendo desesperarme por concluir. Sin siquiera notarlo, mi voz se fuerza por vociferar el regocijo que me inunda, aumentando su volumen a medida que mi clímax me alcanza.

“Dios, me voy a venir”- Advierto, enloquecida por las sensaciones apoderándose de mí. El mayor se apresura, complaciendo mi pedido tácito.

Su boca busca de nuevo la mía cuando mi coño pulsa delirantemente su entrepierna, buscando conducirlo hacia su propia liberación.

“¿Ah sí? ¿Me vas a empapar la chota, amor?”- Cuestiona, sabiendo cuanto me gusta que me hable así de sucio.

Su nombre huyendo de mis labios como mantras, mis uñas anclándose en su espalda, marcándolo como propio.

Me entrego al orgasmo que me engulle, mi cuerpo retorciéndose espasmódicamente bajo su imponente figura, mi centro manchándolo con mi corrida al contraerse.

En la brevedad, aúlla desaforado pues su masculinidad pulsa hasta derramarse dentro mío. Su semen pintando mis paredes internas, colmándome por completo.

Se retira de mis cavidades con lentitud luego de venirse, procurando que sus espermatozoides permanezcan en mi interior. Selecciona mi ropa interior de las desechas sabanas, calzándomelas como si nada.

“Así no se escapa nada”- Murmura, regalándome un pico. Me fascino ante la idea de mantener su eyaculación así de cerca de mí.

Lo arropo contra mí, exhausta y saciada, con la intención de quedarme atrapada en sus brazos por un rato más. Recíproca mi voluntad, reposando su cabeza entre mis pechos y acariciándome delicadamente.

“Te amo”- Digo luego de unos instantes, observándolo maravillada.

“Yo te amo más”- Responde, presionando nuestras bocas en un beso descuidado.

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