#listen i don't doubt Félix can actually do this

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get that story how Pepa snuck into the boy locker room 😊

Oh right right, from THIS ask, you mean!

Sure, why not? We love a little crazy teenage Pepa here and there.

"Oh you BITCH!"

Pepa muttered. The SECOND she snuck in here, the second they saw so much as an ankle, Rosario just up and ditched her. Fucking prude. Whatever, she didn’t need her, she could appreciate the boys all by herself. It was easy, honestly, all she had to do was wait till no one was looking, and sneak right in. It was easy, as long as you were careful. Oh and if you weren't a bitch like her. Pepa was for once, lucky she was so thin, so there wasn't much to hide. She peered past the lockers, and holy shit.

She hit the motherload. Every single guy in school was there. From the nerds, to the total cuties, and-

"Woah. Carlos is a four on the face but an eight below the waist~..."

She had been with a few of them, same as any other girl, but there were SO many new sights to see. Thin boys, fat boys, hairy boys, bare boys. Boys with cute scars or moles or even freckles. Big butts, tight butts, flat butts- she was at a whole boy buffet. And it was sorta...hot, seeing them in their natural state.

"Carlos!"

"What? It was funny!"

Boys apparently REALLY liked to smack each other's butts. She'd be doing the same though, honestly. She bit her bottom lip as she watched them, hoping maybe to see them do something just a BIT more physical with each other-

"And just what are you doing here, Pepita?"

"Oh! Félix! Hi! I was just. Just...uh..."

Of course he found her. She was about to speak up for herself, when she got a look at him. A real good look. He was wrapped in only a white towel, leaving so little to the imagination. He was a big, big boy. Wide as he was handsome. Hair on his chest that drifted down his gut, poking out of the towel to what she could only imagine was a forest of pubic hair. And to top it all off, he was laced in water, most likely having just gotten out of the shower. Little drops cascaded down his body, she wanted to dry him off with her damn tongue and-

"Oye-mis ojos están aquí arriba."

He gestured to his eyes, and god damn did they look pretty when she did something wrong. She was glad she was in here instead of just the bathroom, her steaming up the room just made it less noticeable.

"Right! Right they are uh. Up there. Sorry I uh. Got lost?"

He gave her a look that made it clear her lie wasn't working. There was a few voices beyond the lockers, and Félix took a step towards her, making her all the more nervous.

"You were being a pervert, weren't you?"

"I...wouldn't say that. I mean you could call it studying biology, maybe?"

"Pepa."

Oh the way he said her name. So firm, so serious, it made her knees tremble like a newborn lamb. She rubbed the mist at her face.

"Okay, yes. I got curious, so I snuck in."

"You know you can get into a lot of trouble if you get caught. I should snitch on you."

"But you won't, because?"

"Because I know you. I try telling you no, you just keep going till you get what you want. So, I'm just going to give you exactly what you want."

She was about to ask what he meant, when he grabbed her hands in his own, thumbs digging into her palms, and pinned them over her head. The sound of him pushing them against the metal lockers was enough to jumpstart her poor little heart. Then, he pressed himself against her, big, wet body and all, and kissed her. At first, it was the kisses she was used to. Simple, yet firm. Then he decided that wasn't enough.

His tongue slipped past her lips, rubbing against the inside of her cheeks, against her tongue. He was so slow, yet so demanding about it too, inhaling her moans with every slow caress of his tongue. He was relentless too, only stopping when he wanted to mutter things against her ever drooling lips. Dirty things that'd make the lord himself blush. Things about her being a bad girl, about her deserving a million guys pinning her down and kissing her, till she was practically drenched in drool.

"But right now...that's my job. Those pretty lips are mine. And god do I fucking want them."

It didn't matter how many kisses he got. He wanted more. He was a beastly man, possessive, sauve, almost overwhelming. She only just now noticed she was dripping down her legs. All this? Over some kisses and naughty words?

"Shh, quiet, Pepi. You want those guys to hear me fuck that mouth with my tongue? You're getting so fucking loud."

She heard herself as he slid his tongue back in. Oh he was right. She was muttering and mumbling and moaning like a little whore, all because his tongue was against hers, all because it wouldn't stop feeling so big and thick and hot and wet and-

She was going to cum. Oh my god, she was going to cum. Her little hips bucked against him for some type of stimulus, but received none. She was a drooling, soaking, shaking mess, all because of his nimble, talented tongue. And he knew it too, loudly slurping up her spit as he only kissed her further and further to her first ever hands free orgasm. His lips silenced her own cries as she finally gave in, letting herself cum, right in the boy's locker room. He wouldn't move, just made her sit there and relish in her own bliss. When he pulled away, drool still connected their tongues. She swallowed, absolutely out of breath, her words practically a whisper.

"I. I didn't. Know you could even do that...~"

"I can do a lot of things. Like keep that pretty face out of trouble. You've had your fun, no more coming back in here, okay?"

"Si. But just...one more kiss?"

He buried his fingers in her hair with one hand, pulling her into a kiss, while his other hand dug so tightly into her ass, she hoped it'd bruise. It only lasted a second unfortunately, but it was enough to get her feeling dizzy all over again.

"Happy?"

"Mhmm~"

"Good. Now go on, before you get us both in trouble."

He gave her a pat on her butt, before helping her leave. She made her way to the cafeteria, where her friends were, and sat down. Osma raised a brow at her.

"What's up with you?"

"You know Félix Castillo?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna wife him the fuck up."

Félix Madrigal. She liked how that sounded.