#life is short and nevada ramirez is hot

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*Nevada Ramirez has now entered the chat*

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“Pirate’s Plunder”

Nevada indulges the reader and decides to surprise her with a little pirate fantasy. This could be read as a stand-alone piece but it’s actually a sequel to my Nevada piece-  “Fifties Fantasy.”  Sorry it took me over a year to finally get to it and forgive my crappy rhyming. 😳

NSFW—Like super NSFW—There’s rough sex, nipple clamps, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, and a little name calling (kinda got carried away with our dirty trash can) ❤️

Also I think I use this gif in every Nevada fic I have because HELLO, have you seen it?! The sinister smolder 🤤

Nevada’s unexpected surprise had thrown you for a loop—records management, projection data, fiscal year reports—that’s what you should have been focusing on, but instead your eyes kept wandering over to the black velvet box and that cryptic message in a bottle. Grabbing the bottle in question, you popped off the cork and pulled out the note, re-reading it for what must’ve been the hundredth time that afternoon.

Wear this when I plunder your booty -Captain Nevada

A shiver shot down your spine. You crossed your legs, already feeling your core begin to pulse with need, knowing your boyfriend never half-assed anything. Go big or go home was his life motto. Whatever he had planned up his sleeve, you knew to expect the unexpected.

Just when you were seriously contemplating leaving the office early to go home, your co-worker, Emma, approached your desk. “Hey, Y/N. A bunch of us were going over to Keybar after work. Wanna come with?”

“Thanks, but I have plans tonight with my boyfriend,” you replied.

“Ah yes, the elusive boyfriend.” Emma gave you a knowing smile. “Would this have anything to do with that mysterious package you got today?”

You blushed and pushed up the bridge of your dark-rimmed glasses. “Maybe.”

“Well, have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She winked and walked away.

One agonizingly slow hour later, it was time to leave. You all but leapt from your chair, snatching up your coat and purse and sprinting to the elevator. “Have a good weekend!” you called out over your shoulder.

You exited the building only to discover yet another surprise, Nevada’s driver, Manny, waiting for you next to a black SUV Escalade. “Manny, what are you doing here?”

“Nevada called me. Said I should come pick you up.” He opened the door to the backseat and motioned for you to get inside.

A sigh blew past your lips. You may have been the girlfriend of Trujillo, but your independence was important to you and Nevada knew that. “Thanks, Manny. Pero I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. Home’s just a few blocks away. I can walk.”

Manny chuckled and shook his head. “Nevada thought you’d say that. He told me to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.

You knitted your brows in confusion and opened the envelope to find a note. The note looked similar to the one you had received that afternoon. The paper had burnt edges and looked to have been dyed with coffee or tea, giving it an aged weathered appearance. Upon reading the letter, that familiar tingle reappeared from earlier.

Ahoy there, Mami. A treasure hunt there be. A treasure to find that you’ll want to see. Stop being stubborn and get in the car with Manny. Otherwise, I’ll have to whip your hot fanny. He’ll take you to the next clue at the dock. And then you’ll be one step closer to my cock.

You shoved the letter back in the envelope and got in the backseat of the car, looking expectedly at Manny. “What are you waiting for? Vámonos ahora!”

“Por supuesto, we’re on our way.” Manny shut the door for you before getting in the driver’s seat, the tires screeching against the pavement as he pulled away.

*****

You stared out the window while Manny was driving, surprised that he was heading east towards Kip’s Bay. Nevada had several warehouses by the docks at North River Piers which was on the opposite side of Manhattan. You had assumed that’s where Manny was taking you. Instead he pulled into a place called The Water Club on the East River, an exclusive property where celebrities, politicians, and socialites would dock their yachts.

“We’re here,” Manny said, parking the car.

You looked around, completely stunned. “This is where I’m supposed to meet Nevada?”

“Not exactly.” Manny got out of the car and opened the back door for you. “That is where you’re supposed to meet Nevada.” He pointed to a large luxury yacht. The three storied, sleek yacht took up almost half the dock. The vessel was jet black with silver accents and decorative blue auxiliary lighting, giving it a glowing, sexy, and somewhat sinister appearance. If Nevada were to have a yacht, there was no question that this would be it. Several people dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos walked past and gaped, speculating as to who the owner was.

In awe of the behemoth of a ship, you practically stumbled out of the car and was greeted by an older man with a friendly face dressed in a white captain’s uniform. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Y-Y-Y-Yes,” you stammered.

He smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Captain Matthews. Mr. Ramirez is expecting you. Won’t you please follow me?” You shook his hand and followed him, ignoring the hushed comments and shocked faces of passersby.

“Have fun, Y/N,” Manny called out before getting back into the car and driving away.

You boarded the yacht and were greeted by another member of the staff. “Ms. Y/L/N, welcome aboard the Black Pearl.” You bit back a laugh. Of course the ship was called the Black Pearl. “I have a message for you from Mr. Ramirez,” she said and handed you a note rolled up and tied with a black ribbon.

Your hands were shaking as you undid the ribbon. Unscrolling the note, you saw it was another clue.

Welcome Aboard! Keep looking for clues, but don’t get stressed. You’ll find another when you get dressed.

“Perhaps, you’d like to freshen up,” the crew member said.

You looked up from the note, realizing you were still in your office attire. “Oh...ummm I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“Don’t worry. I think we have something in your size,” she reassured you with a wink. You smoothed down your modest pencil skirt and adjusted your glasses before following her down a long corridor.

Your pace slowed as you took in your surroundings—dark cherry wood with gold finishings, marble floors, luxe gold and blood red pillows adorning the furniture. Never in your life had you seen such opulence. The staff member stopped in her tracks and cleared her throat, waiting for you to catch up with her.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, quickening your steps.

She smiled and opened the door to a large dressing room with floor to ceiling mirrors and a vanity. You saw your suitcase along with your toiletry bag in the middle of the room. “I’ll let you change. I believe there’s an outfit for you in the closet.” She closed the doors behind her.

Once you were left alone, you went over to the closet and slid open the door to find a short, skimpy pirate costume dangling on a hanger. One thing that Nevada found beguiling about you were your fashion choices. During the day, you were demure, modest, almost prudish. Today for example, you had opted for a sweater set and pencil skirt with glasses and your hair swept up in a bun. But by night, you transformed into a sultry siren, choosing short, skin-tight dresses, high heels, and bold makeup.

When Nevada first met you at one of his clubs, you were wearing a short red mesh dress with panels to strategically cover your more private areas. “Have to leave a little to the imagination,” you said to Nevada with a flirty smile when he remarked on your dress. The next day he stopped by your office to invite you to lunch and nearly walked past you, doing a double take at your turtleneck and floor length skirt.  “I’m a woman with many facets. I can dress like a mousy librarian or be a wanton vixen if I want to be,” you explained. And just like that Nevada was hooked.

After changing, you looked yourself over in the mirror once more. Nevada had chosen an extremely short yet virginal white peasant dress with a sweetheart neckline, lace trim, and bustle. Complimenting the dress, was a black leather corset that pushed your breasts up practically to your chin, thigh-high black leather boots. You had also put on a tricorn pirate hat and the large diamond necklace that he had given you earlier. Swapping your glasses for contacts, you did a sexy smokey eye makeup and let your hair down in loose waves.

In the mirror’s reflection, you spied another rolled up note on the vanity. Unraveling the black ribbon, you unscrolled the paper and read the clue.

Fuck, you hot. Now hark me a fable. There once was a clue who hid by a table.

As if on cue, there was a sharp knock on the door. “Ms. Y/L/N. If you’re finished changing, I can take you over to the dining area,” said a voice from outside the dressing room.

Your pulse was racing as you followed the crew member to the dining room. Every step you took meant you were one step closer to Nevada. The crew member stopped at a doorway and motioned for you to step inside before abruptly leaving. You nervously entered the dark, empty room. One wall on the opposite side was made entirely of glass reflecting the city lights of the Manhattan skyline, casting shadows against your skin.

Nevada was nowhere in sight. That’s when your nostrils were filled with a familiar scent. That smoky, earthy, somewhat sweet scent of a cigar and suddenly you realized that you were not alone. You turned and saw a shadowy figure sitting in the far back corner of the room. There was a red glow from the burnt end of a cigar and smoke billowing around.

That shiver that had been following you all day, once again shot through your core. “Nevada?”

Nevada stood up and stepped out of the shadows, flicking on the lightswitch. “Ahoy there, Mami.”

Very few things in life rendered you speechless and Nevada’s appearance was definitely one of those things. He was dressed in brownish gray breeches, suede black leather boots with a large bell cuff, and a weathered white linen poet shirt, ripped open to reveal his chest, his gold cross glinting against a smattering of chest hair. Over top of the shirt was a faded aubergine waistcoat layered with a red sash and a leather belt around his waist. A wide red bandana was wrapped around his head along with a tricorn leather hat. He even had an earring and wore smudged black eyeliner.

A heat began to pool between your legs. “You look so—”

“Sexy, handsome, ridiculous,” he said with a smirk as he approached you.

“All of the above and then some, minus the ridiculous.” You shook your head in disbelief, Nevada made one hell of a pirate.

He held you at arm’s length, licking his lips as his eyes raked over your form. “Turn around for me. Slowly.”

You bit your lip and blushed, following his command. Nevada groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush to his body. “Mami, you make me wanna shiver my timbers.”

You snorted a laugh and rested your forehead against his chest, your whole body shaking as you tried to contain your giggles, even Nevada began to laugh. “Oye, don’t joke. I’m getting into character and shit.” He lightly fingered the diamond necklace clasped around your neck. “You look so—“

“Alluring, titillating, smoking hot.” You looked up at him and batted your lashes.

“All of the above”—he leaned down and ghosted his lips over yours— “and then some.”

You hopped on the table and spread your legs, revealing that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Want a little appetizer before dinner?”

Just then a bird squawked. Peering over Nevada’s shoulder, you saw a large gold cage with a bright green parrot inside. Squawk “Fuck her brains out!” Squawk “Fuck her brains out!”

You arched a brow. “Looks like the parrot gets it. What do you say, matey?” You sucked on your index finger and trailed it down your body, rubbing soft circles on your clit.

His eyes darkened. In an instant, he reached out and pulled your hand away from your center. Kneeling down, he spread your legs even further apart and kissed a path up your inner thigh. You threw your head back and sighed, “Oh, Nevada.”

He hummed in approval, sucking a mark on your tender flesh as his mouth moved closer to where you needed him the most before he stopped his ministrations.  

“Wha-,” you breathed. “No. Why did you stop?”

“Dinner first,” he said, standing up.

You gripped his shirt and tugged him closer to you. “Don’t you want me,” you whined, kissing and nibbling every inch of his exposed skin your lips could reach.

He gripped your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze.  “Careful, Mami. You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growled before kissing you hard on the mouth, his tongue tangling with yours, drinking you in. All too soon he stopped with a teasing grin on his face. “Besides, you’ll need your strength for what I have planned.” He moved away to pull a chair out, motioning for you to sit.

You pouted but obliged him. He sat down next to you as a waiter came in with a rolling cart, setting a plate down in front of you and then Nevada. “Grouper. Why am I not surprised,” you softly said, looking down at the delicate fish simmering in a bouillabaisse.

“Why not? We’re on the water. Seems appropriate.” Nevada shrugged and sipped his whiskey, watching the waiter pour you a glass of wine. More focused on your breasts than the wine glass, he nearly poured the wine into your lap. “Eyes back in your head, cabrón or I’ll scoop them out with a spoon and turn them into earrings for her,” he barked at the man.

You cringed. “Coño, Papi. Do you have to be so graphic?” Taking the wine bottle from the shaking waiter, you softly smiled at him. “I think I can pour my own glass. Thank you.”

Nevada rolled his eyes as the waiter scurried away and raised his glass to you. “Cheers, matey.”

You giggled and clinked your glass with his. “Cheers.”

It was one of the most romantic and interesting dinners you ever had—soft lighting, a breathtaking view, and a drop dead sexy pirate as your date. While the food was delicious, you were more interested in what Nevada had in store for you afterwards than the actual meal. How many times do you get the chance to fuck a pirate?

“What’s the hurry, baby? We’ve got all night,” he teased, amused by how you were scarfing down your food. But underneath his cool demeanor, he was just as excited to get you in the bedroom. His cock had been hard from the moment he saw you in that skimpy pirate wench outfit.

“I’m done,” you announced, pushing your plate away.

“Paciencia, Mami. What about dessert?”

“You could have me as dessert.” Sitting up from the table, you walked over to Nevada and straddled him, gasping when you felt how hard he was under his breeches. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s impatient,” you purred, grinding against his erection.

He groaned and rested his head back against the chair, giving into you for a moment before gripping your hips and halting your movements. “Not so fast. You still have one more clue.” Reaching into his waistcoat, he pulled out another rolled up slip of paper.

Still sitting in his lap, you hastily unscrolled the paper and read the clue:

Well done, Mami. You’re moving ahead. A secret is written where ye go to bed.

“By any chance do you know where the bedroom is?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a searing hot kiss on his lips, running your hands underneath his shirt.

“How about I personally escort you there,” he mumbled between kisses. “Hold on tight.” He gripped the backs of your thighs and stood up from the table with you in his arms. You squealed in surprise and wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing down the slope of his neck, sucking a mark into his skin as he carried you to the bedroom.

*****

Nevada braced you up against the door, his mouth latched onto yours as he turned the knob and walked inside. “Welcome to my Captain’s quarters,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. The bedroom—like the rest of the yacht —was massive and luxurious with a sitting area and a four poster king size bed. He sat you down on the bed’s red satin sheets next to a small treasure chest. “Go ahead and open it.”

Upon opening the chest, you pulled out nylon rope, diamond embellished nipple clamps, and a sleek black vibrator. You looked up at Nevada with lust-filled eyes, your arousal already peaked at the mere thought of what was to come.

He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t forget the note.”

Peering inside again, you noticed a slip of paper nestled in the chest’s velvet lining. You took it out and giggled when you saw what it read:

Aargh, so you found it. I’m piratey-proud. As a toast to your courage, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll scream out loud.

“Piratey-proud,” you teased. “En serio?”

Nevada rolled his eyes. “Oye, you think it’s easy coming up with all these clues. Coño only so many words rhyme with cock. And just remember one thing.” He got up from the chair and reached for your arm, pulling you off the bed, your body pressed against his. Brushing your hair back from your shoulder, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You may have been on a treasure hunt, but you’re my captive. ¿Me entiendes?”

A shaky breath blew past your lips as you nodded your head. His grip on your arm tightened. “I need you to use your words,” he growled, his nose skimming the delicate slope of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, Nevada,” you stammered.

“That’s Captain Nevada to you. And as captain, I think I need to plunder your booty.” He dropped a kiss on the sensitive spot below your ear. “Now strip for me.” Releasing you from his grasp, he sat back down and looked up at you expectantly. “¡Ahora!”

“As you wish, Captain Nevada.” You would have said ‘aye aye, sir,’ but you didn’t think you could manage saying that with a straight face.

You took off your hat then slowly undid the leather corset, letting it drop to the floor. Just as you were about to slide off the short peasant dress, Nevada stopped you. “Turn around.” You blushed and turned your backside to him, sliding the dress off your frame. Goosebumps erupted over your exposed skin. He hummed in approval as he drank you in from head to toe. “Leave the boots on.”

Feeling bold, you widened your stance and bent over, running your hands up the backs of your thighs, spreading yourself for Nevada. You looked back at him and winked. “Like what you see, Captain Nevada. You’re not gonna make me walk the plank now, are you?”

With a crook of his finger, he beckoned you over to him. Swaying your hips, you walked over to where he was sitting. He took your arm and positioned you over his lap with your ass raised in the air, his growing erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“Remember our safe word,” he said, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh.

“Yes. Flan.”

“Good girl.” Nevada smiled. Flan was one of the first dishes you cooked for him and his favorite dessert. Although now he would say you were his favorite dessert. When deciding on a safe word, you thought it was sentimental and also very tongue in cheek.

You pouted and looked over your shoulder, giving him big doe eyes. “How many?”

“How many do you want?”

“Ten,” you blurted out.

“Ok, ten it is. Brace yourself, Mami,” he warned. “Count them out for me and you better not miss or I’ll have to start all over again.”

The first smack delivered on your right cheek caused you to gasp in surprise. “One,” you squeaked out. He mirrored his actions, smacking your left cheek. “Two.” You waited in agony for the third smack. The fourth smack was quicker and the fifth was delivered over both cheeks. Over and over again, he continued to spank you, your body rocking forward with his movements. Each smack harder than the next. You whimpered as he spanked you in the same spot he had previously. “Eight.”  

By this point, you were soaking, embarrassed by how turned on you were. “Two more,” he said, smacking your ass so hard you nearly fell off his lap.

“Nine,” you moaned.

His hand trailed down to between your legs. “Such a little slut. Look how wet you are.” He delivered one final smack right on your clit.

“Ten!” you sobbed.

“Good girl,” Nevada praised you and massaged your now reddened globes, admiring his handiwork. His one hand moved to stroke your hair before tugging on the soft tendrils, lifting your head up. “Now get on the bed,” he coldly commanded.

You slowly stood up, your ass stinging and sore from the spanking you had just received and made your way over to the bed. As soon as you had laid down, Nevada stood up and grabbed the rope. Pulling a switchblade out of his pocket, he cut four strands of equal length. He then took hold of your wrist and bound it with the rope before tying it to the bedpost. You watched as he did this to your other wrist and then your ankles, until you were tethered to all four posts, spread eagle and exposed.

Slowly he circled the bed, a smug smirk firmly planted on his face. “X marks the spot.”

You mewled and tried to wiggle in your restraints, aching to be touched, to be fucked, for anything. Your entire body shivered in anticipation. “Captain Nevada, please,” you whined.

“Captain Nevada, please,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice. Kneeling on the bed, he brought his face to yours, giving you a wild, hungry kiss—nibbling on your lips, sucking on your tongue then pulling away all too soon. His green eyes were practically black, consumed by lust. “You want my cock. You have to beg for it and anyways, I’m not ready to give it to you yet.” He stood up and took off his hat followed by his red bandanna. “First, we’re gonna have a little fun.”

You whimpered as he took the bandanna in his hands and placed it across your eyes, blindfolding you. Your breathing quickened as darkness enveloped you, all of your other senses becoming heightened.

Nevada straddled your stomach and lowered his mouth to your chest, sucking on your nipple, raking his teeth over the hardened bud. You threw your head back and wailed as he did this to both your breasts before taking one of the nipple clamps and clamping it on to your stiff peak, adjusting the clamp with a thumbscrew. You cried out, feeling the sensitive skin being tightened and pinched, walking that tightrope between pleasure and pain.

“That feel good, baby,” he purred, putting on the other nipple clamp.

“So good,” you managed to choke out.

You felt Nevada move as he reached over to the nightstand followed by a buzzing noise. With the vibrator in his hands, he pressed the tip against one of your clamped nipples causing you to nearly scream as he circled your areola. He then dragged the vibrator over to your other breast, repeating his actions. You were a panting mess, lost in the throes of ecstasy when he turned off the toy and moved between your legs.

Spreading your glistening lower lips, he traced your entrance with his finger. “You don’t come until I tell you to or you’ll be in even more trouble than you are now.”

You nodded your head vigorously. “I promise, Captain Nevada. I won’t come until you tell me I can.”

“That’s my good little pirate slut,” he replied and slowly plunged his finger into your sheath, massaging your inner walls. “Fuck, you have the hottest pussy.” Pulling his finger out up to the first knuckle, he thrusted into you once more, slowly rubbing circles on your clit with his calloused thumb. He added another digit, making a v-shape with his fingers as he stretched you. A low primal moan escaped your lips. You tried to buck against him, but being tied up left you completely at his mercy.

A tension began to build in the pit of your stomach. “C-C-C-Captain,” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

He immediately stopped. “Good girl.”

“How many more times?” you breathed

Nevada cruelly laughed. “We’ll stop when I say we stop. Now, let’s try the vibrator, shall we?” With a single click, he turned the toy back on, dragging it up and down your labia before pressing it inside your core. You lost track of how many times Nevada edged you. He would fuck you with the vibrator until your legs would shake then stop and use his fingers, adding another digit every time he felt your walls flutter against him. Every now and then, he would pause and twist the thumbscrews of your nipple clamps, sending a jolt straight to your core.

He watched as you moaned and writhed in pleasure. When he first started to edge you, you would growl every time he stopped. As time passed, your growls became whimpers, pleading for him to let you come. At which he would only mock you and turn the toy onto the highest setting or swipe your clit faster.

Your inner thighs and the sheet beneath you were completely soaked. Your lower lips and clit were red and swollen, having been teetering on the edge for who knows how long. A sheen of sweat had broken out over your flushed skin. “Nevada, please,” you cried, completely forgoing the captain by this point.

“One more time, Mami.” He kissed your inner thigh. “Let’s try four fingers this time.” He filled your pussy with four of his long, thick fingers, thrusting them in and out. The sounds of your wetness and cries filled the room. With his other hand, he switched the vibrator back on and pressed it against your clit while crooking his fingers in a come-hither motion, massaging your g-spot.

“STOP! I’M GONNA COME!” you screamed.

Nevada immediately stopped and turned the toy off, moving out from between your legs to lay down next to you. “I’m gonna pull the blindfold off. Ok?” he said with a flicker of warmth to his tone, untying the bandanna from around your head.

You blinked a few times, your eyes readjusting to the light, your makeup completely smudged.

“Awww pobrecita,” Nevada cooed, running a single digit up your body, stopping to tighten the clamps one final time. You gasped, your whole body shuddering. “Que quieres, mi amor. Dime.”

A sob escaped your lips. “Please, Captain Nevada. I wanna come. Please fuck me and let me come on that big fat cock, Papi. Dame tu pinga. ¡Te necesito!”

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.” Nevada clucked and shook his head disapprovingly. “Such a slut for my cock, huh?”

“Yes! I’m your little cock slut. PLEEEEAASSE,” you begged as a single tear ran down your face.

Nevada caught the tear on his tongue as he kissed your cheek before making a show of licking all four of his fingers, dripping with your juices. “Mmm, every part of you tastes so sweet.” He sat up and unbuttoned his breeches, moving to straddle your chest as he freed his rock hard erection. “Go ahead, baby. Get it nice and wet.”

His cock brushed up against your face. A single drop of precum oozing from the slit. You lifted your head up and swirled your tongue around the tip, moaning as his musky, salty taste flooded your mouth. Nevada bucked his hips forward, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. You eagerly bobbed your head, tracing every vein, flicking your tongue against the prominent  ‘v’ on the underside of his hot and heavy member.

He groaned loudly, almost coming at the sight of you tied up with his cock disappearing past your lips, mascara running down your face and drool dribbling down your chin as you swallowed him down again and again.

“You love sucking me off, don’t you?” he purred.

You whined in response and sucked him harder, gagging as his crown constricted around the back of your throat. He leaned forward and clutched the headboard, feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching. “Enough,” he said in a strained voice and pulled himself out of your mouth.

Grabbing the switchblade he used earlier, he cut the ropes around your ankles and positioned himself between your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. “You’ve done so well tonight that I’m gonna give you a reward,” he said, running his length against your slit, brushing up against your swollen, angry-red, throbbing clit. “You can come as soon as I start fucking this sweet pussy of yours”— he smacked the head of his cock against your knot of nerves, making you mewl in response— “And when you do come. You better come hard for me. I want everyone on this ship to know who makes you feel this good. Cream on this cock for me.”

“Yes, Captain Nevada. I’m gonna come so hard for you. I promise,” you cried.

With a devilish smirk, he guided himself into your entrance, penetrating your core. All the breath had been knocked out of your lungs as soon as he bottomed out. He pumped himself into your sheath. One. Two. Three times and you were undone.

Nevada always seemed to find a way to outdo himself with his bedroom tricks. You had come hard before, but nothing like this—your muscles seized; body contorted off the bed; tears streaming down your face as you screamed his name in ecstasy. Your orgasm was never-ending. You kept coming and coming. You didn’t just see fireworks, the whole damn world exploded before your eyes.

He continued to thrust into you harder and harder, prolonging your pleasure. Feeling your slick walls grip him was quickly sending him over the edge. “Oh God, Y/N! Fuck! I’m gonna come,” he groaned loudly, snapping his hips forward. The sound of wet skin slapping skin reverberated around the room. His stomach muscles clenched as he roared his release, his seed splashing against your cervix. He grunted and moaned like an animal, filling you with his cum, his movements stuttered before sinking into your sheath one final time.

With his cock stilled nestled deep inside you, he slowly removed the nipple clamps. The rush of blood coursing back to your over-sensitive buds caused another orgasm to ripple through you. Nevada shuddered and growled, your pussy milking him one final time.

Grabbing the knife once more, he cut the ropes at your wrists and slowly pulled out of you. You were about to sit up when he stopped you. “Wait,” he commanded, sitting back on his haunches with one hand on each of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide. “I want one more from you. Rub your clit for me.”

Trailing your hand down to the apex of your thighs, you began to rub circles on your clit. Nevada’s eyes were transfixed. “That’s it. I want you to come with my cum inside you,” he purred. Your breath came in short pants as you furiously worked your fingers. A string of curses tumbled from your lips. You didn’t think you could come again, but your body betrayed you and soon you were swiping across your quivering pink pearl harder and faster.

Your eyes slipped closed as your moans became louder and more high-pitched. Nevada slapped the inside of your thigh. “Oye! Look at me! I wanna see that pretty little face come for me!”

You gasped, struggling to focus on Nevada as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “Oh Nevada! I’m coming! I’m coming!” you sobbed, your fluttering muscles causing his cum to seep out of your wet, pulsing pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Drip for me,” he growled and adjusted himself, already feeling his cock stir back to life, watching you pleasure yourself for him.

You slowed your motions, coming down from your release. Your body melted into the mattress, so exhausted, you could barely move. Nevada hovered over you, kissing you deeply before helping you to sit up, untying your wrists and ankles.

“Do you need anything, mi amor?” he asked while unzipping your boots and gently massaging your calf muscles.

“Some water and your leather jacket,” you softly replied.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead and went to a large armoire, pulling his jacket out and going over to the mini bar for a bottle of water. “Here you go, Mami.” He draped his leather jacket over your shoulders and handed you the water. “I’m gonna go run a bath, ok?”

You nodded and took a sip of your water. Sliding your arms through the sleeves, you wrapped yourself up in his leather jacket, snuggling against it. The jacket was comforting—soft and worn and smelled like Nevada, spicy yet sweet. After a rough sex session, he was always attentive to your needs, knowing that the emotions and physical exertion could be a lot to handle. You would often ask for a moment to yourself, just to process what had happened.

Once the bath was drawn, Nevada came back into the bedroom and carried you bridal-style into the bathroom. You slid the jacket off and stepped into the warm bubbly water, your muscles sighing in relief.

Stripping off his clothes, Nevada stepped into the tub with you. Without saying a word, you began to wash each other.  Both of you wiped the smeared makeup off each other’s faces. He gently massaged your scalp while shampooing your hair. You lathered his body, feeling his hard muscles relax beneath your palms. When you were finished, you laid in the tub together, your back flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around you with nothing but bubbles as a barrier between you; the steam still rising from the hot water.

You looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you for today. It was really wonderful.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, dropping a soft kiss on your shoulder. He held you close for a moment before speaking again. “You know, all this talk about going on a treasure hunt and shit. I just want you to know that you’re my treasure.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Wow, first the corny clues and now this.”

“Hey!” Nevada feigned offense and grabbed some bubbles with his hand, playfully dabbing you on the nose with the suds. “I’m trying to be romantic. I’m having a moment here.” Grabbing a washcloth, he wiped the bubbles off your face, his expression serious. “Pero, I mean it. Tu eres mi oro, mi corazón, mi tesoro, mi vida. Te amo, Mami.”

Your eyes became shiny with tears at Nevada’s declaration. “Te amo tambien, Papi.” He cupped your cheek, kissing you like he had never done before. The kiss was tender yet passionate all at once. You could feel the love he had for you with every fiber of your being. It made your heart soar. You pulled away a fraction and stared into his mesmerizing green eyes. “Nevada?”

“Si, mi amor.”

“Can we keep the parrot?”

He laughed and kissed over every inch of your face he could reach. “You can have whatever you want, baby.” He sighed in contentment and rested his forehead against your temple. “Whatever you want,” he softly repeated.

That was Nevada for you. He could be abrasive and harsh but there was another side to him. A side only you saw—gentle and loving. He was yours and you were his and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Bad Bitch: Final Chapter

Thank you all for reading this! It means THE WORLD to me!

Nevada Ramirez x Reader, Sonny Carisi x Reader

Warning: Torture, Abuse

Nevada Catches up to you...

Read Chapter 8

Tags: @hot-cheeto-nevada @dreila03 @faith-loyalty @bullet-prooflove @skittle479 @miraxo-xo-supernatrual

You wake up to the stinging sensation of skin and metal against your cheek. Lite pats get stronger as your eyes flutter open, the colors and lights starting to merge together. You blink a couple of times and your environment comes into focus. Nevada is in front of you, bending over at the waist as he smacks you awake.

“Wake up, Mami.” He smiles as you come to.

You look down and realize that you’re completely naked, sitting in a poorly-made wooden chair that’s bolted to the ground. Harsh, jagged ropes tie your ankles and wrists to the chair. Oh, you think. So, THIS is how you’re going to die.

You look past Nevada and see that you’re in an old abandoned warehouse with a drain in the floor not too far from where you’re sitting. Miguel and one other man stand on the other side of the room with stoic faces and their arms crossed over their chests. It is almost funny how text-book this situation is for a drug lord like Nevada. It would be a lot funnier if it wasn’t going to be your own murder scene. The cops are going to find your body and call your parents back home, showing them the pictures of what your ‘boyfriend’ did to you. Maybe there won’t be a body left to show them. Maybe he plans on bleeding you out. Maybe he’s going to…

“I didn’t want to have to do this, y/n.” He starts, taking a step back and walking around you.

“Then don’t” You spit out, trying to follow him with your eyes.

He laughs and stops behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

“I thought you were different, Mami. I thought you and I had something special…” He grabs your neck and presses a sharp blade against it. “And then you had to go off and do something stupid…” He grazes your neck with the scalpel like he’s about to give you a very close shave.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” He moves the scalpel down your neck and stops at your clavicle. “Did you think I was too stupid to figure out you were fucking that spaghetti string cop?”

“Sonny? I’ve never even…” Where WAS Sonny? Where was Dodds? Wasn’t he supposed to stay with you all night so that this didn’t happen?

“Shh…” He lets go of your neck and pulls on your forehead. He kisses your cheek and presses the scalpel into your chest, drawing a scarlet red line across your skin.

You cry out, the sharp edge pulling fire into your chest as the viscous liquid drips onto your bare skin. This isn’t going to be easy. This isn’t going to be quick. He’s going to take his sweet time with you.

Nevada smiles against your cheek until he’s cut all the way to your shoulder. He kisses your mouth and brings the bloody scalpel in front of your face. “Look what you’re making me do, Mami.” He smears the blood on your cheek and lets go of you.

You gasp as the cool autumn air hits your open wound. A thousand tiny pin pricks followed by throbbing waves of pain wash over you as your predator circles your chair. The strain from the ropes pulls on your shoulders, making the cut stretch open even wider. You look down to assess the damage, and see that he hasn’t cut into your muscle yet. You take in a deep breath and look back up at him.

He takes his leather coat off and hands it to one of his men, laughing as he shoos them away. “Do you remember our first night together, Mami? What I said to you?” He twirls the bloody scalpel in between his fingers like a coin.

“Yes.” You watch his every move, hoping that for some reason he might change his mind.

“And what was that?” He walks up to you, his waist at eye level.

“You said ‘You don’t belong here Mami.’”

“And I was right, wasn’t I? I should have listened to my gut, right, Miguel?” He looks back at Miguel who nods. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. His normally short stature towers over you in your bound position. “I should have listened, but I was too distracted by that face.” He bends down and looks at you.

“Should I cut you here?” He raises the scalpel to your mouth, threatening the Glasgow Smile. “No, I want them to recognize you when they find you.” He gets down on his knees and slides his hands up your thighs “Plus, I think I’ve done enough damage to that pretty little face, don’t you?”

You nod reluctantly and stare at him.

“Papi, please,” you try to appeal to him. You spread your legs as much as you can, and give him your best ‘come-hither’ look.

He stares at you with those deep green eyes, and for a second you think he might untie you and carry you out of the warehouse. For a second you think this is just another one of his sick games he likes to play before sex. For a second you forget he has a scalpel in his hand as he slides it up your thighs to your stomach.

“It’s too late for that.” He slices you sideways from your right rib to your left hip. Cutting through your muscle this time, he draws out a deafening scream from your lungs.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you feel your body begin to shake. Cold sweat drenches your skin and soaks the previously blood-stained ropes that hold you captive. Your internal organs convulse and threaten to burst out of your mouth. You feel Nevada’s fingers trace the outline of his handiwork and touch the inside of your skin.

“I think that’s as good a spot as any.” He brings his blood-soaked fingers to your lips. “Taste yourself.”

What the fuck? You struggle to keep your eyes open, but manage to look down at him. You shake your head in protest.

“Taste yourself!” He yells, his eyes brimming with tears.

You open your mouth reluctantly and feel his fingers enter. You know your blood should be salty and rich with iron, but you can’t seem to taste anything right now. You wonder if this is what it feels like to be in shock. You wonder how long you have left before he gets tired of this game and cuts you where it really counts.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and sucks on them as he stands up. A single tear falls down his cheek and into his beard. This is the last thing you’re going to see before you die. This sick excuse of a man crying in front of you as he slowly kills you. Great. Wonderful. Your parents would be so proud.

Nevada sets the scalpel down on a table next to you and pulls his gun out of his holster. He turns off the safety and pulls back the hammer. He takes in slow, shallow breaths as he looks you over, tracing your body with his pistol. He pauses on your nipples, your bloody navel, and stops in between your legs. He smirks a sad smile and gets back on his knees.

“Don’t.” You plead, shaking your head.

“No?” He smirks, his tears disappearing. He spreads your legs and slides the barrel of his gun inside of you. “You feel that, Mami? That’s my favorite gun inside my favorite place.” He raises his eyebrows and licks his lips.

You close your eyes and start to pray; to God, to Allah, to Buddha, to whoever will listen to you. You feel the salt of your tears drip into your chest wound, but try not to flinch. Any sudden movement will surely set Nevada and his gun off. The angle of his hand when the gun goes off will be the difference of how paralyzed or how dead you are going to end up.

“Step back from the girl, Ramirez.” That voice… it isn’t Nevada’s. It’s far away, and that accent, it’s… Sonny. Sonny is here.

“Sonny,” you whisper.

Nevada looks up and to your right. His face changes from confident to worried. You can’t see anyone else in the room, but you can hear a dozen footsteps entering the vacant warehouse.

“Step away from the girl.” Fin shouts, circling around behind him.

“Her knight in shining armor.” Nevada smirks in Sonny’s direction, shoving the gun deeper inside of you as the cold metal brushes against your cervix.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Sonny advances slowly, his footsteps getting louder.

“If you were me? You’d know exactly what that’s like, wouldn’t you, gringo? All those late-night phone calls she made to you? Your secret meetings behind my back?” He looks at you. “What? You think I didn’t know? Nothing happens in this town without me knowing about it. Nada!” His pulse is racing.

“I hear you, Ramirez. You’re a very powerful man, and I can respect that. But right now, I’m going to need you to take that gun out of y/n, and take a step back.”

“Multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen, somebody call a bus!” Rollins shouts into a walkie talkie, coming into view on your left. She holds her gun in front of her and keeps it trained on Nevada. Five other policemen including Dodds surround the two of you and form an impenetrable barricade.

Nevada smiles at you. “You think this guy can take care of you the way I did?”

“No, Papi.” You whisper. You do your best to fake a smile for him, but you can already feel yourself starting to fade away. The sound of your blood dripping onto the concrete floor echoes against the walls as the pressure of his gun lessens.

He slowly pulls the gun out of you and stands up, shoving it in your mouth just seconds before he’s stopped in his tracks. Blood splatters across your already beaten face as a bullet cuts into his temple.

“Nice shot, Carisi.” Fin praises.

Nevada’s eyes are still open, his mouth ajar as if her were about to speak one last time. His body leans toward Rollins before it eventually collapses in front of you. The gun is still in his hand, covered in your blood.

You let out the longest sigh of your life as you feel Sonny cut you free from your ropes. “It’s okay, y/n, he’s gone.” He cuts your hands free and starts on your chest. He unzips his police jacket and drapes it over you before cutting your legs and ankles free.

“Can we get a medic over here?!” He yells out, rubbing your arms to warm you up. He walks in front of you and holsters his weapon, holding your hand as the paramedic team lifts you onto a stretcher. “You’re going to be just fine, y/n. You’re free.”

“I’m free?”

He squeezes your hand and hops into the ambulance with you. “Yeah, doll, you’re free.”

[thatesqcrush]

They say he likes a good time (My, oh my)

He comes alive at midnight (Every night)

My mama doesn't trust him (My, oh my)

He's only here for one thing

But (so am I)

...

A little bit older

A black leather jacket

A bad reputation

Insatiable habits

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl

Tonight, I don't wanna be her

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello

[thatesqcrush]

Case of the Ex

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. CW: language, violence, NSFW (FR: smut galore!)

AN: from the prompt: #3. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” Thanks @melsquared79

Tags: @madpanda75 @melsquared79 @obsessionprofessional @garturbo @delia26 @dreila03 @glimmerglittergirl @southern-magnolia @ottosuricato @niyashell @mommakat32 @sass-and-suspenders

***

“I need you at the club tonight,” Nevada growled, as he lit up a cigar. He let the cigar hang from his lips as he pulled his jeans back on. He threw his shirt back on, adjusted his chain and grabbed his sunglasses.

You nodded, still curled in his bed. Nevada approached and sat on the bed, wrapping his hand around the back of your head, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself still on his lips; it was intermixed with the taste of the cigar he had previously smoked.

“Mamí, don’t be late. ¿Me entiendes?” Nevada replied, breaking the kiss. He started to head for the door and then turned back to face you. “I’ll have one of my guys come pick you up.”

You didn’t respond. “¿Me entiendes? he requested again, this time more sharply. “Ay, sí papito,” you replied, waving el Trujillo off. “No te preocupas.”

Nevada shut the door behind him. You collapsed on the bed; your mind reeling from the mind-blowing sex you just had with su novio - El Trujillo - the self-proclaimed King of the Heights.

***

The music was loud; you could feel the vibration from the speakers in your bones. Your hair was loose, just a few pieces in the front pinned back; that was how Nevada liked it. You wore an off-the-shoulder leopard print romper that had detached sleeves and a red patent heels. You watched through the clouds of marijuana and cigarette smoke, the club-goers dancing below you from the railing. The door to Nevada’s office was open and despite the loud volume of music, you could hear the murmurs of him and his men discussing business.

What you saw next, made you catch your breath. In walked your ex-boyfriend with his new conquest. Some other club-goers greeted them and they all made their way to the bar. You turned and saw Nevada was still occupied, so you made your way downstairs.

You headed behind the bar, and greeted the bartender. He gave you a nervous smile; they always did. Nevada made it clear to his employees to not get in your way. Not unless they wanted to deal with Nevada himself personally.

You poured yourself a shot and quickly downed it. Your ex-boyfriend wasn’t paying attention at the bar initially but when he turned and saw you, he froze. He quickly recovered and gave you a bright smile as he looked you up and down, as if you were dinner.

“Y/N! So good to see you. How long has it been?” Matteo greeted you, with a low whistle. “You look good. Better than the last time I saw you.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I don’t know; it’s been so long and I don’t keep track anymore.”

You knew though it had been a year and a half since Matteo broke your heart, leaving you an empty and broken shell.

“I don’t have your sorry ass dragging me down,” you snipped. “Whatcha drinking?”

Matteo smirked. “You’re always so dramatic. I’ll take a couple of cervezas, flor,” Matteo continued, referring to you as his pet name. He wrapped his arm around the blonde woman next to him, who made sure to put her hand on his chest showing off the huge sparkler on her ring finger.

“That’s why I couldn’t be with you. You’re always so dramatica,” Matteo replied. “Mira, Pilar aquí - she’s so low key and fun.” Matteo punctuated his comment a kiss. “That’s why I asked her to marry me. She doesn’t weigh me down.”

You blinked rapidly. Your eyes immediately filled with water and you could feel your face and chest grow hot and red. You were with Matteo for years and he refused to commit, saying it wasn’t his thing and that he loved you and that should have been more than sufficient. But it was never was; and he broke up with you in the middle of the boardwalk on Coney Island. After a few weeks of a self pity-party, your girlfriends dragged you out to The Bronx to one of the hottest clubs in the city. And that’s where you met Nevada. And just like that, you forgot all about Matteo. More or less.

You shoved the beers towards Matteo. “They’re on the house. Congratulations on the engagement.”

Matteo shook his head at you and then looked at Pilar. “See? I told you,” he laughed. Pilar laughed, her tone mocking. “Thanks flor; I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t say anything; instead you marched back up stairs. You were fuming and the blood inside was boiling. You could swear, smoke was emanating from your ears. You stormed into Nevada’s office and slammed the door, startling Nevada and his crew. “¡Sal de de aquí!” You screeched.

“What the fuck?” Nevada bellowed. You looked at Nevada and crumpled onto his couch, hysterically sobbing. Nevada looked startled again at your outburst and turned towards his crew. “You heard her pendejos! Get out!”

Nevada’s men scurried out of the office, shutting the door behind them as they exited. Nevada took a lap around his office, while you cried, your head in your hands. Finally, Nevada grabbed the tissue box off of his desk and sat down next to you. He shook the tissue box at your face and you looked up, face streaked with mascara and took it from him.

“Thanks,” you sniffled.

Nevada reached over and grabbed the cigar he was smoking. He let out a long puff of smoke, exhaling.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that my ex is here with some new hoe, and he was a complete asshole. Should have told him to fuck off,” you sniffled regrettably.

Nevada’s eyes narrowed at the mention of your ex. “Matteo.” It was a statement - not a question. You hadn’t told Nevada much about Matteo but he knew enough that he broke your heart and had you all sorts of ways.

Nevada reached for a tissue and stood you up. He cupped your face and wiped your tears, cleaning the mascara off of your cheeks. Your breath hitched at Nevada being soft. If anyone told you El Jefe would be like this with you in this moment, you would have asked them for whatever good stuff they were smoking.

“Is he still here?” Nevada asked quietly. You felt a nervous coil build in your belly. Wordlessly, you nodded. “Stay aquí,” he ordered.

Nevada stormed past you and threw the door open. You peeked out and could see him talking to his crew. One in particular, Angel went down and spoke to Julio, the bartender, who whispered something and made a motion towards the table where Matteo, his girlfriend and the people they were with were sitting. Angel locked eyes with Nevada, who gave a curt nod.

Suddenly his crew was on Matteo and his table, knocking it over. Fists flew and the women scrambled for cover. The other club goers stopped to watch the scene unfold. Nevada casually strolled downstairs and approached the chaotic scene that had unfolded. Two men held Matteo, who was already sporting a bloody nose and a black eye. Matteo tried to break free but Nevada’s men held him tighter. Nevada smirked. Taking his cigar, he held the hot end close to Matteo’s face. Matteo tried to inch his face away from the cigar.

“So you’re the pretty boy that Y/N dated. Huh, some big man you are, pendejo,” Nevada mocked. Matteo hacked up a wad of spit and spat in Nevada’s face where it landed on his cheek. Nevada reacted instantly, throwing a punch into Matteo’s stomach. Matteo crumpled forward and Nevada’s men threw him on the floor and proceed to kick him. Nevada reached for a fallen napkin and wiped his face, throwing the spiked crumpled tissue onto Matteo. “Stand up maricón,” Nevada ordered. Matteo took too long to stand, so Nevada’s men stood him up. “If you so much as say something to Y/N, fuck, even look in her direction, I will break you.”

“Fuck you,” Matteo spat. “I wouldn’t want that whore anyway.”

Nevada threw another punch, this time straight into his jaw, so hard, a tooth flew. Nevada outstretched his hand, and looked over at Matteo’s girlfriend. “Puta,” he gritted. “Get them out of here.”

After they left, Nevada stared at the the remaining club goers who were still watching. “Come on, let’s dance. A round for everyone!” The music was turned back on and the crowd went back to their partying ways.

Nevada looked up at the balcony and his eyes connected with yours. You smiled.

***

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole,” Nevada growled in between heated kisses.

“Sí papi; por favor, give it to me,” you whimpered as Nevada sucked on the hollow point along your neck.

“Take this shit off,” Nevada replied as he struggled to figure out how your romper worked.

You batted your eyes coquettishly as you hooked your arms around your back to unzip your romper. You were bra-less and all you had on was a pair of red lace underwear.

Nevada whistled low as he watched you step out of your clothes. “Damn mamí.”

You reached down and began to unhook your underwear but Nevada stopped you. “Leave them on.”

Nevada was quick to unzip his erection. Before he could even ask you to suck his cock, you were on your knees before him worshipping him with your mouth and hand.

You spat into your hand and gave Nevada’s cock a few strokes before guiding him into your mouth. His cock felt heavy in your mouth and you relished in the feeling. You began to rhythmically bob, while using your hand to help jack him off.

“Fuck,” Nevada whined as a course of pleasure struck him. He looked down at you and your eyes met once more. “You look so pretty like that,” Nevada grunted. He thumbed your face as he watched his cock slip in and out of your mouth.

“Such a good cock sucker,” Nevada hissed.

His cock reached the back of your throat and you relaxed your gag reflex to take more of him in. Your eyes began to water once more, as he began to fuck your mouth. Nevada’s hands gripped the back of your head tightly, wrapping in your hair. You used your free hand to massage and gently tug on his balls. You lowered your mouth further, sucking gently on his balls.

Nevada pulled you off of him. His cock was slathered in your saliva and a string of saliva connected your mouth to his spit-shiny cock. Nevada wished he had his phone readily to take a picture.

You usually hated giving oral sex but with Nevada, you couldn’t get enough of his cock. You could feel the dampness flooding your panties.

Nevada pulled you up and kissed you passionately. He picked you up by your thighs and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. Nevada carried you over to the couch and sat himself down, with you on top of him.

Nevada dipped his head down and his tongue swirled over a nipple, causing you to moan. He cupped your other breast, using his index finger and thumb to pinch the other nipple. You rocked gently against Nevada, trying to relieve some of the ache in between your legs. Nevada groaned and he gripped your hips as you continued to hump him, your folds running over his length, your wetness coating his erection. Finally, Nevada flipped you so you were on your back.

You arched your back as he kissed along your abdomen. Nevada dipped his tongue into your navel before continuing to make his way down to between your legs. You raised your hips and he helped you remove your panties. “Spread them legs mamí,” Nevada requested. “Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

Nevada brought your panties to your face and inhaled your scent before dropping them to the side. One arm draped over you, pinning you to the bed. Nevada used his free hand to open your glistening folds. “My, my,” Nevada purred. “Tan mojado.” You writhed under his hot breath, your heart was pounding in your chest, bracing for the inevitable.

He ran a finger up and down your folds, before pressing a finger inside. He finger fucked you for a minute, watching you writhe. He removed his finger and sucked on it clean before diving into your folds.

You cried out as Nevada began his oral ministrations, his tongue lapping and sucking you. Nevada traced you with his tongue, flicking it against your lips. He pressed the tip of his nose on your swollen clit, and moved his head to the side so he could slip a finger inside of you. His nose rubbed your clit as he lazily fucked you with his finger. You groaned, gripping the cheap leather couch. “Fuck, Vada, don’t stop.”

You grabbed at your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Another finger slipped inside. You pushed against Nevada’s hand, trying to somehow get him deeper. Nevada was relentless with his thrusting, continuing to fuck you with his hand, while continuing to suck on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came, chanting Nevada’s name. Nevada continued to lap at you as you rode out your orgasm; you were so overstimulated you tried to push him away but Nevada held you in place, continuing to fuck you slowly with his tongue as you tried to return to your body. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and placed kisses along your still quivering thighs.

“Let me grab a condom,” Nevada gruffed but you stopped him.

“No, raw me,” you requested. “¿En serio?” Nevada asked. You nodded. Nevada yanked his jeans off and patted his thighs, as he sat back on the couch.

You climbed onto his lap, swinging one leg over the side. Nevada massaged your ass, before giving it a good smack. Raising up and forward, you cried out as you sunk onto Nevada’s thick length.

“Yes, oh yes, you take my cock so good,” Nevada groaned as you began to ride him.

Your breasts bounced as you rode Nevada. One hand braced your hips, guiding you and the other reached up and grabbed a breast, squeezing. “Oh God Nevada,” you moaned. “Give it to me.”

“Take that cock baby,” Nevada grunted as he helped to guide you down harder onto his shaft. You leaned forward and placed your hands on the tops of his shoulders. The sound of skin on skin combined with grunts and moans filled the office.

Nevada could feel the familiar tingle in his balls, but he wasn’t done yet. “Get on your knees baby.”

Coming to a still, you gently climbed off of him and got on all fours, using the couch seat to brace yourself. You turned to look back and saw how red and angry Nevada’s cock looked. Cum dripped from the head.

Nevada stood behind you and ran his hand over his length, smearing some cum. He patted your ass with his dick before teasingly rubbing it against your folds. You moaned and tried to press against him, desperate for his cock.

Nevada snapped his hips into you, sliding his cocked into your wet and willing sheath. Each thrust propelled you forward.

“What a good girl” Nevada grunted as he continued to pound into you. “This is my pussy.”

“Yes, your pussy,” you agreed, your eyes fluttered closed. “Gonna cream all over that cock.”

Nevada smacked your ass, watching his cock slip in and out of you. “Damn, mamí, your pussy is so fucking good,” he complimented with another smack. He leaned over and wrapped his fist into your hair, pulling, causing you to arch back as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I am gonna cum,” you groaned feeling the coil in your belly tighten. Nevada smacked your ass in return. “You gonna come for me?” Nevada asked, slowing down his movements causing you to whinge.

“Don’t stop, harder, fuck me harder,” you begged. Nevada began speeding up his movements, his hands on your hips pulling you against him as he thrusted forward.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, oh fuck,” Nevada groaned as he reached around and used the pad of his thumb to rub circles on your swollen clitoris.

“Fu-uck Nevada” you cried out. “I’m going to...”

“Cum for me,” Nevada commanded with a growl and you obliged, crying out his name, as your walls fluttered, tightening around his cock.

Nevada came with a roar, his hips stiffening as he unloaded his seed into you. Nevada lurched over you, in exhaustion. You felt him reach down and remove his now softened cock. Nevada plopped his sweaty body onto the couch as you collapsed against the couch, completely spent.

After a minute or so however, you climbed onto the couch and Nevada pulled you against him. “You never have to worry about Matteo again,” he murmured.

“I know,” you replied placing a kiss against his bearded cheek. “Thank you.”

Nevada looked at you. “For you, anything.”

FIN

***

[thatesqcrush]

Bad Guy

AN: you can only listen to Bad Guy by Billie Eilish for so long before you have to write something about the trash can that is Nevada Ramirez. Also! Angry sex prompt: “You think you’re the boss of me just because you’re hot?!” NSFW! CW: sex, language, all the good stuff.

You sat in the bubble filled tub, soaking your aching limbs. Scents of bergamot and vanilla filled the bathroom. The only light in the room was from the candles that lined atop the bathroom vanity.

You ran the washcloth over a leg. Clearing some bubbles, you mused over the the reddened marks on your kneecap. You lowered your leg and raised your other leg, examining it just as closely. There, was a matching mark. You lowered your leg and carefully, moved to examine your hip, knowing full well there would an outline of fingertips. You felt your face flush as you recalled how they got there.

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“Is this what princesa wants?” Nevada growled gripping your hips tightly. You were bent over on his desk, your skirt bunched up over waist, your panties wrapped around your ankles. Nevada snapped his hips into you, propelling you forward with each thrust. Your knees banged against the wooden desk.

“Sí, lo quiero; give it to me. I need that big, fat cock,” you mewled.

“Such a dirty slut,” Nevada grunted as he continued to pound into you. “This is my pussy.”

“Yes, your pussy,” you agreed, your eyes fluttered closed. “No one else’s. Gonna cream all over that cock.”

Nevada smacked your ass, watching his cock slip in and out of you. “Damn, mami, your pussy is so fucking good. So wet and tight,” he complimented with another smack. He leaned over and bit your neck, as his thrusts quickened. You moaned wantonly in response.

Nevada wrapped his fist into your hair, pulling your face towards him and kissing you hard. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you returned the kiss, your tongues dueling. Nevada halted his thrusts, and slipped out without warning, causing you to whine in protest.

Your whine turned into a moan, as Nevada spread your legs and buried his face into your cunt from behind. Nevada used his tongue to take a large swipe up and down your slit. Nevada repeated the long swipes a few more times before delving into your core, lapping, sucking and thrusting his tongue. You moaned loudly and without abandon. You tried to keep yourself steady on his desk. Your legs quivered. His fingers returned, again stroking you. Your hips moved against his face, and you could feel your juices dripping. “You’re delicious. I could eat your pussy forever,” Nevada purred.

“I am gonna cum,” you groaned feeling the coil in your belly tighten.

Nevada pulled away and smacked your ass in return. “You cum when I say so, me entiendes? Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Slowly you peeled your sweaty body off Nevada’s desk. You kicked your panties to the side and dropped to your knees.

Nevada stroked his hard cock in front of you. You watched as his hand stroked his cock, his thumb running over the head, spreading the bit of cum that had leaked out. “Open,” he ordered.

You spat into your hand and gave Nevada’s cock a few strokes and guided him into your mouth. You began to rhythmically bob, while using your hand to help jack him off.

“Coño, such a good cock sucker,” Nevada hissed.

You used your free hand to massage his balls. You pulled off Nevada’s cock with a wet pop and lowered your mouth to suck gently on his sack. Nevada groaned, his head thrown back. He looked back down at you and you smiled wickedly before taking his length into your mouth once more. You hummed. Nevada gripped your hair tightly as he fucked your mouth. You took him further, feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watered.

“You look so pretty like that,” Nevada grunted. “With a mouth full of my cock.”

Nevada pulled you off of him. His cock was slathered in your saliva. You never felt more turned on. Nevada pushed you down, so that you were on all fours on the carpet. Nevada ran his cock in between your slit, teasing you.

You turned to face Nevada, your eyes glowering. “You think you’re the boss of me just because you’re hot?!”

Nevada chuckled low and pressed himself into you. “Fuck,” he groaned. Nevada began to slam into you. “Oh God, oh God, you moaned, returning his thrusts. Your knees burned as they rubbed against the carpet.

“Don’t stop, harder, fuck me harder,” you begged.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, oh fuck,” Nevada groaned. The sounds of slapping skin on skin accompanied by hedonistic moans and grunts filled the room.

Nevada reached around and used the pad of his thumb to rub circles on your swollen clitoris.

“Fu-uck Nevada” you cried out. “I’m going to...”

“Cum for me,” Nevada commanded with a growl and you obliged, crying out his name, as your walls fluttered, tightening around his cock.

Nevada growled, his hips stiffening as he emptied his seed in you. Nevada lurched over you, in exhaustion. You felt him reach down and remove his now softened cock.

Nevada plopped his sweaty body onto the couch. Looking up at him, you slowly gathered yourself back onto your feet.

You grabbed your panties and slipped them back on. You lowered your skirt, fixing it and looked for your top. Grabbing it off the couch, you slipped it back on.

Nevada reached over to light up the cigar on the table next to him. He let out an exhale of smoke and walked over to his jeans, that were crumpled in a pile. He zipped himself back into his jeans.

“Here, take this,” Nevada replied handing over a wad of rolled cash. You took it, shoving it into your purse.

You headed towards the door. “Same time Thursday?”

“See you then mami,” Nevada replied, exhaling another plume of smoke.

Fin.