#pets lindos

[meowmoedotcom]

GATO HAVANA MARROM / TUDO SOBRE A RAÇA / VÍDEO 82 DA SÉRIE, TODAS AS RAÇAS DE GATOS DO MUNDO

meowmoe.com

[lucca-strangee]

Bom dia, minha filha acorda mais cedo que vocês. Orgulho do papai ! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡(⁠^⁠ ⁠^⁠*⁠)

[memelandia-y-algo-mas]

[g0ingb4tty]

Mi hijo

Dile lo guapo que es

[mimi16lps]

[alebrije9991]

[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[barros-alexandre]

Hoje também é o dia das nossas três crianças felinas… Jack, Tequila e Cachaça!!!! #pet #cat #gatos #amor #felinos #love #lindos #beautiful (em Curitiba, Paraná) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjoRWvNLSqS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[adrienneleclerc]

The “Affair”

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Wife! Reader

Summary: After adopting 8 dogs, Charles tells his wife no more dogs. However, as a veterinarian working in an animal shelter, it’s very hard for Y/N to turn down a dog. So when she comes home with a puppy while Charles is away but tries to make it seem like she had an affair…getting a 9th dog doesn’t sound so bad, right?

Warning: the usual spelling and grammatical errors, probably a lot of inaccuracies

A/N: i love Salma Hayek and the story she tells about rescuing Ochoa is so funny.

When Charles and Y/N first started dating when they were 20, he knew how much she loved dogs. The first time he went to her apartment, he saw her with two German shepherds.

“Muñeco! Please meet Sirius and Nova.” Y/N said, walking up to Charles, the two dogs following her.

"When you told me you had dogs, I don’t know why, but I pictured you owning like a shih tzu or maybe a Maltese.” Charles admitted, observing the German shepherds who began sniffing him.

“Why? You think because I am Latina I must have a white crusty dog?” Y/N asked, acting all offended.

“No no no, of course not.” Charles responded scared that me might have offended his girlfriend.

“I’m teasing. No, I got them from the shelter. You know how I’m studying to become a vet? So right now I’m just a vet assistant at the shelter and when I walked in for my shift, these two dogs tried to get close to me, they would whine when I would leave the room, when I would take them outside for their walks, they would follow me, I had to adopt them. No one likes getting big dogs from the shelter, pero son tan lindos.” Y/N said, petting her dogs, the dogs were wagging their tails, enjoying the affection. Charles's heart melted. He always wanted his own dog and by the looks of it, he might get his wish with Y/N.

"How did you come up with the names?" Charles asked.

"Well obviously Sirius is named after Sirius Black from Harry Potter, and Nova to fit the space theme. Since they were picked up from the street without collars, we named them at the shelter." Y/N said. Charles leaned down to pet the dogs. Nova began licking his face while Sirius was still smelling him, you know what they say about a male dog being owned by a woman. After a few seconds, Sirius joined Nova in licking him, Charles was as happy as he can be.

"They are so friendly! Think I'll be able to stay the night?" Charles asked.

"I don't know, Char, you just joined F1, shouldn't you be training?" Y/N asked.

"I have a few days before the Monaco Grand Prix, do you want to come?" Charles asked.

"I don't know if I can leave Nova and Sirius alone." Y/N asked.

"It's only a few hours, please?" Charles asked with a pout and puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, I'll see if my neighbor can check in on them." Y/N said and her and Charles kissed.

A year later, 2019, Charles joined Scuderia Ferrari and he was on his way to Y/N's apartment after he rested a day after the Suzuka Grand prix. He opened the door with the key she gave him and he heard barking.

"Nova, Sirius, its me, you know me." Charles entered the apartment, the two German Shepherds greeted him but he still heard barking. Thats when he saw a bulldog on the couch with Y/N. "Amour, you got another dog?" Charles asked.

"Charlie! This is Hiccup, i got him on Saturday." Y/N said, getting to hug her boyfriend. "Isn't he adorable? He has a lot of health problems because of this breeder, but he is the sweetest. Come meet him." Y/N said, holding Charles's hand to lead him to the couch, sitting next to Hiccup.

"Why did you name him Hiccup?" Charles asked.

"I was watching How To Train Your Dragon, he also had a case of the hiccups when i was...como se dice, revisando...checking him! Yeah, during his checkup, he was hiccupping." Y/N said. Charles pet the bulldog and the bulldog smiled, seemingly happy getting affection.

"He is very cute, but I don't think you'll have space for another dog, mon petit chou." Charles said.

"Hiccup wanted to be with me, he wouldn't let the other shelter workers walk him, just me, it was a sign, Charles." Y/N said.

"I'm sure it was." Charles said smiling. "I'm hungry, do you want to order something?"

"Can you manage ordering Chinese food? I have to give the dogs their bath." Y/N said.

"Sure, mon ange. Same as usual?" Charles asked.

"Yes please. Lets go guys, time for your bath." Y/N said and the dogs walked slowly behind her, not being a fan of baths.

Another year later, December 2020, Charles and Y/N now live together in his penthouse apartment. One day, Charles went with Y/N to her job since he was on winter break.

"Charlie, can you check if Shaggy needs his bowl to be filled?" Y/N asked.

"Sure, amour." Charles said, He was walking through the shelter until he found the gate with the name 'Shaggy' and he saw a fluffy old English sheepdog. "Hello, Shaggy." Charles said hello to the dog and Shaggy started barking, wagging his tail. Charles went to the supply closet to get the bag of dog food, Y/n bought the brand that was specifically for this breed and pour the food in Shaggy's bowl.

"Shaggy looks very happy." Y/N said appearing next to him. Thats when Shaggy started whining and pawing at her through the gate. "Hi Shaggy, como está mi perrito consentido?" Y/N asked in the baby voice, Shaggy lies on his back, showing that he is ready to receive belly rubs. Charles just observes this interaction.

"Are you going to adopt him, mon ange?" Charles asked.

"I would love to adopt him, but it's your apartment." Y/N said.

"Mon ange, it is your apartment too, I asked you to move in with me, it is your apartment too. We can get him, think of it as a Christmas gift." Charles said and Y/N hugged him.

"Can you fill out the adoption papers? I need to check up on a few cats in the other room. Wish me luck." Y/N said.

"Did you take your allergy medicine?" Charles asked. Y/N shook her head no.

"Thats why i need luck." Y/N said. She went with the cats while Charles filled out the adoption papers for Shaggy, since most people in Monaco want small dogs and the other shelter workers know Charles is doing this for Y/N, the process was easy and they were able to take Shaggy home the same day. When they left Shaggy went with Y/N to buy things he needs while Charles went to buy food for the both of them. Charles got home first and he said hello to Nova, Sirius, and Hiccup, place his takeout on the kitchen counter, and refilled their food and water bowls. Charles washed his hands to serve himself good and that’s when Charles heard the door open and he saw Y/N with dog food, a dog bed, and some new toys.

“Mom Ange, I could have helped you.” Charles said, getting the bed from her and placing it on the living room. “Why does he need new toys?”

“It’s why I do for every dog, Charlie, they get new toys, they only share when they want to, it makes them feel important and that they have a permanent home.” Y/N explained to Charles. “Okay Shaggy, meet your brothers and sister.” Y/N let Shaggy off his leash and all the dogs began sniffing each other. After they got acquainted, they started playing with each other, even sharing some toys.

“Come on, mon coeur, your food will get cold, it’s time to eat.” Charles said and Y/N went to wash her hands after seeing the dogs are getting along great. She sat down to eat.

“Muñeco, do you ever think about getting a bigger place?” Y/N asked.

“Eventually, yes. That way we can raise our future children.” Charles said.

2 years later, 2022, Charles and Y/N now have a huge villa on Monaco after they got married with enough room for their dogs to run around in the grass and a pool. In those 2 years, Y/N adopted 3 more dogs; a border collie, a Carin terrier mix, and an Australian shepherd. Charles was watching TV with their 7 dogs when the door opened and it revealed Y/N with a Euraiser dog, Charles stared at her and Y/N smiled.

“His name is Koda, his owner just abandoned him like straight up went to the shelter and dropped him off, no good reason, no toys for him specifically, nothing. Me dio cosa, Charlie, like you have no idea." Y/N said and since her eyes were tearing up, he got up to hug her.

“My love, I know you love dogs, and I love that about you, you have a big heart, but no more dogs.” Charles said, wiping her tears. Kids barked and Charles looked at him, Koda had his tongue out like he was smiling with his tail wagging. “Nice to meet you Koda, welcome to the family, meet your brothers and sisters.” Charles said. Koda ran to the other dogs. “Don’t be fooled by the size, Mickey is in charge.”

Koda was very happy with his new family. He was playing with Bailey and Bambi very politely using toys but full on wrestling with Sirius, he was very content. Mickey and Hiccup were just observing on their dog beds while Nova chewed on a treat.

“Promise me no more dogs, Y/N.” Charles said, cupping her face.

“I promise no more dogs, muñeco.” Y/N said.

And Y/N kept good on her promise, she was completely devoted to their 8 dogs, taking them to work sometimes for checkups, and it was all going well until.

Present day, 2024, Y/N was checking a Saint Bernard as a full fledged Shelter Veterinarian.

“Rebecca, where did you get the Saint Bernard? It has worms and I’m afraid he was in the same transport van as the pitbull mixes, I need to check them too.” Y/N said, lowering the Saint Bernard and giving him an oral medication to deworm him.

“He was around Nice.” Rebecca answered.

“Interesting. Have the pitbulls been showing symptoms of having worms?” Y/N asked.

“They are relatively chill, I’ll check them right now though.” Rebecca said. Moments later, another employee named Freddie came in with a dog crate.

“You guys won’t believe what I just found by the docks.” Freddie said.

“Why were you by the docks?” Rebecca asked.

“No reason, but look at this.” Freddie entered the vet exams room with Rebecca and Y/N and opened the crate.

“Oh my god, that’s a pregnant yorkie, who would throw a pregnant dog on the streets?” Y/N asked, petting the yorkie. “Looks like she has fleas too.”

“I’ll take care of her, your shift is over. I’ll give you updates on the yorkie.” Rebecca said.

“Thanks, I’ll come in tomorrow.” Y/N said, she said goodbye to her coworkers and drove home.

When she got home, she saw all her dogs playing in the yard but as soon and they saw her, they stopped playing and ran towards her.

“Hola mis bebés!” Y/N exclaimed, petting every single dog. She got their leashes to take all of them out for a walk so they're not cooped up in one area, no matter how big it is. They walked around Monaco, some children wanted to pet the dogs, other people took photos or videos of Y/N walking the dogs, the dogs were very well behaved and nonreactive, Y/N couldn't be more grateful. She walked back home, let the dogs off their leash, and washed their paws before they stepped foot inside the house.

Charles was away for the Imola Grand Prix and he said he was going to call Y/N when she got out of work. Just like he said, Y/N's laptop started ringing, she washed her hands and answere the video call.

"Hola guapo! How's Imola?" Y/N asked.

"It's good, I'm tired of press, you know? Sometimes they ask the same questions and I can't deal with it." Charles said.

"I'm sorry, mi vida." Y/N said.

"It's fine, darling. How are the babies?" Charles asked.

"Very good, I went to that bakery where they make pastries for dogs and they loved it. I'm going to look up recipes so I can bake it for them. My babies deserve the best." Y/N said and Bambi jumped in her lap. "yes Bambi, you're my baby." Y/N saod, petting the Australian shepherd. "As a kid i always wanted one, their coloring is beautiful, and now i have one. I know we can't bring all the dogs to the Monaco Paddock, but do you think we can take Mickey?" Y/N asked.

"What happened to treating the dogs equally?" Charles asked.

"Then can we bring all of them? I want them to know where their dad works. I also really want them to meet Roscoe, we can just hang around, I'll keep them entertained, also who wouldnt want to see dogs before practice or qualifying? Like come on." Y/N said.

"Y/N.." Charles warned.

"Okay fine, our children won't see where you work, but it is unfair, they're going to be all alone in the house." Y/N said.

"Yeah, with a dog sitter who will feed and play with them, walk them, and the dogs have the entire property to run around. I bought the villas so you wouldn't have to worry about the dogs as much and you worry about the same." Charles said,

"I can't help it, they're innocent creatures." Y/N said, hugging Bambi tightly and Bambi liked her face. "Look at her Charles, no thoughts behind those eyes."

"Alright my dear, I have to go, I love you." Charles said.

"I love you too." Y/N said and hung up her FaceTime and thats when she got a call from Rebecca. "Hey Rebecca, whats up?"

"Hey, so the mama yorkie is about 8 weeks along in her pregnancy, she seems healthy, but I am going to give her a diet for pregnant dogs, make sure shes getting a lot of protein and calcium for the last week of her pregnancy to make sure the birth goes smoothly." Rebecca said.

"Thanks for everything, you are the best." Y/N said and hung up. She made her dinner, making a small dog safe version for them of course, what kind of owner would she be if she didn't?

A week later, it was the Monaco free practice 3 and qualifying session, she was in the paddock with Charles since he just finished the free practice.

"You did great, guapo, I'm positive you'll make pole." Y/N said, kissing him.

"Thanks, mon ange, I just really want to win my home race and i'll have a better shot of winning if i make pole." Charles said.

"And you will, baby." Y/N said. She felt her phone vibrate and saw Freddie was calling. "Freddie, what's going on?"

"The mom is going into labor, we need you here, please! I'm still just an assistant!" Freddie panicked.

"Alright I'm coming, did she start nesting in her kennel?" Y/N asked.

"She's arranging chew toys and blankets." Freddie said.

"Okay, try your best to get her into the whelping box, I'm on my way now." Y/N hung up. "I'm sorry, mi vida, I need to deliver puppies, good luck on qualifying." Y/N kissed him goodbye and ran to her car, drove off to the shelter, and went to Nani's kennel, where she was in stage 1 of labor. "How long has she been like this?"

"About 2 hours." Rebecca answered.

"Alright, we just have to wait a little while, she should start dilating in about 4 or 10 10 hours." Y/N said.

They waited those hours and Nani succesfully whelped 4 puppies, 3 boys and one girl. Y/N helped getting the puppies out of the amniotic saca and cut the umblical cord to make the processs easier for Nani. She cleaned and rubbed the puppies until she heard them cry out, once they cried, she put them near Nani. Now Nani was feeding the puppies.

"Alright team, in 8 weeks those puppies could be adopted. Hopefull the mom will be adopted as well. Goodnight, I'm going home." Y/N said goodbye to her coworkers and drove home.

Once home, Y/N saw Charles in the living room watching 101 Dalmations.

"Ma belle, how did the delivery go?" Charles asked, pausing the movie.

"The mom delivered 4 healthy puppies, I couldn't be happier. How was qualifying?" Y/N asked.

"I got pole." Charles said. Y/N screamed in excitement and hugged him.

"i am so proud of you, we should get ice cream or go out to eat, I am starving, i didn't eat." Y/N said.

"Then lets go out, ma belle, I'll go call to see if they can prepare something so it'll be ready when we get there, I'll wait for you to change." Charles said and Y/N kissed him.

"You are the best husband ever." Y/N said.

8 weeks went by and in those 8 weeks, Y/N grew extremely close to Bubbles, the female puppy from Nani's litter. Right now, she was carrying Bubbles, comforting her after her first vaccine.

"Rebecca, he is going to kill me." Y/N said.

"What makes you say that?" Rebecca asked.

"He literally told me that I couldn't get anymore dogs. What do you think he is going to say when he comes home from Hungary and sees her on my lap?" Y/N said, holding Bubble in front of Rebecca's face. Bubbles licked Rebecca's nose.

"Aww come on, who would be mad at a little yorkie?" Rebecca cooed. "Its not like you're bringing home a Saint Bernard, or a Rottweiler."

"Rottweilers are so cute, I would absolutely bring one home if i could." Y/N said.

"You just have to make it seem like getting a puppy isn't the worst thing in the world." Rebecca said, giving the other puppies Chip, Mikey, and Donnie, their first vaccines. Y/N started thinking.

"I got it! I'll make him believe i am having an affair." Y/N said.

"Y/N, that's a little crazy even for you." Rebecca said.

"But it's perfect! I just need to set it up perfectly. Today is Friday, right?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, why?" Rebecca asked.

"I am not cruel enough to make him worry during the important race events like qualifying or the actual race, during free practice should be fine." Y/N said before she sent the text 'Call me tonight at 8, we need to talk' and she showed it to Rebecca.

"Good luck with that." Rebecca said. Y/N filled out the adoption papers for Bubbles and bought everything a puppy needed, she carried Bubble everywhere because until she has all her Parvo vaccines, she is not touching the ground. Bubbles was wrapped in a blanket and was brought home. When she entered the house, all the dogs came up to her.

"Hello everyone, we have a new member joining the family, her name is Bubbles, everyone, be gentle." Y/N said, emphasizing gentle. She lowered Bubbles a little so everyone had the chance to sniff her. They all went their separate ways. Y/N got a text from Charles. 'What do we need to talk about?' Y/N responded 'It is crucial to our marriage that we talk.' She wants to worry him a little. Y/N had already established and good feeding schedule with her, she just needs to adjust her potty spot. When she checked that this is the time she usually does her business in the shelter, she took her outside and let her pee on the patch of grass thats near the pool. When she was done, Bubbles trotted right to Y/N and Y/N picked her up, giving her little kisses. Thats when she heard her laptop ring.

"It's show time." Y/N said, placing Bubbles on the couch with her blanket. "Watch her." Y/N told Nova and Nova moved to the couch, keeping her eyes on the puppy. Y/N answered the FaceTime.

“Petit Chou, what’s wrong? What do we need to talk about? Can’t it wait until I’m home?” Charles asked.

“No no, I have to tell you know, the guilt is eating me alive.” Y/N said, getting teary eyed, if she wants Charles to believe she had an affair, she really has to sell it.

“Mon coeur, you can tell me anything, what happened?” Charles asked, sounding very worried.

“This isn’t easy for me to say, I love you so much, you have to know that, but my job has me very stressed, I feel like I don't have a life outside of work because you are always traveling and I work late sometimes, we are like two passing ships. Please, have mercy on me, understand where I am coming from, I get so lonely when you're not here.” Y/N finished saying and she covered her face, just waiting to hear Charles’s reaction.

“Please don’t tell me you got another dog.” Charles said and Y/N uncovered her face.

“How did you know I adopted another dog?” Y/N asked.

“My love, I know you, you would never cheat on me.” Charles said.

“I could have.” Y/N argued.

“You love me too much.” Charles argued back.

“You didn’t believe me?” Y/N asked.

“Not at all.” Charles said.

“Oh come on, that was phenomenal acting, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said.

“I think you overdid it.” Charles said.

“Well i acted better than you did for that Shell commercial.” Y/N said.

“Forget about it, can i see the dog? Did you get a big one?” Charles said. Y/N moved off screen to pick up the yorkie.

“Actually she’s a little puppy, I named her Bubbles, apparently this awful person put her dog out on the street because she was pregnant so the mama yorkie was actually with us for a while, i supervised the birth, i was bonding with the mom and her litter, but i guess this one really liked me and she would seek me out. Isn’t she adorable?” Y/N said, putting Bubbles closer to the screen so Charles can see her in all her glory.

“She is adorable, can’t wait to meet her.” Charles said,

“Im so excited for you to meet her too! This is the first time we can raise a puppy together, i can take her with me to work for her vaccines, we need a lot of bonding time with her. I honesty hope the other yorkies get adopted though, they’re so cute! I would adopt them all if I could.” Y/N confessed.

“I know you would. Please let Bubble be the final dog, I really mean it this time, Y/N." Charles said.

"Okay, okay, i promised Bubbles will be our last dog...for now." Y/N said.

"Y/N!" Charles shouted.

"Okay okay, te lo juro juradito por las haditas that Bubbles will be our last dog." Y/N said.

"That's more like it." Charles said.

"So how was free parctice?" Y/N asked Charles, placing Bubbles on her lap, giving her a small chew toy since she's teething.

"Well what happened was..." Charles said.

The End

Hope y'all liked it! I know the buildup was VERY long but i wanted to show you how much Y/N loved dogs.

[cherryblogss]

HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER

parte 1

+18 avisinhos: sexo casual, penetração vaginal, sexo oral, 69, size kink, sexo desprotegido, semi espanhola?, pipe meio canalha, diferença de tamanho, dacryphilia, pet names demais pqp, pipe peiteiro, pipe meio louco da cabeça, ladrao de calcinha, eu nao entendendo de fut, erros de digitação.

nota: juntei um pedido com algo que pensei quando eu tava vendo uma entrevista do meu fifa favorito e ele fala que toda semana ele&oscaras jogam um fut. vem aí nosso jogador rebaixado. nao sei se gostei como ficou mas fodase💕

Você desejava muito não saber como se meteu nessa situação com um dos jogadores de futebol mais famosos do momento. Tudo começou quando sua amiga te disse para irem juntas em uma festa do namorado dela, um jogador de futebol de um time argentino que você honestamente não ligava. Sabia a reputação de jogadores e não estava interessada nesse mundo tão diferente do seu, mas ao conhecer Simon, não pôde resistir e decidiu que iria sim apoiar ela nesse relacionamento.

O que não estava nos seus planos era ser apresentada ao melhor amigo do Simon, Felipe Otaño. Toda pessoa que tinha acesso a internet já tinha ouvido falar dele, tanto por ser um jogador fora da curva e sensacional, como por ser um cara que sempre tinha uma mulher diferente nos braços. O típico jogador dentro e fora de campo, por mais que sua mente não entendesse a loucura pelo homem, não conseguiu fingir normalidade ao vê-lo de perto. Era extremamente lindo, aqueles olhos azuis pareciam te hipnotizar quando se apresentou mesmo que tivesse certeza que você sabia quem ele era. Entendia também porque as mulheres caiam nos encantos, a combinação dos olhares penetrantes com o jeitinho dele que te fazia sentir como a única garota que importava no mundo.

"Prazer, Felipe Otaño." Se apresentou enquanto estendia a mão para você. Um sentimento estranho cresceu no seu ventre com o jeito que ele te olhava, parecia que ele sabia algo que você não tinha ideia.

"Eu sei quem você é." Diz mal humorada e afastando a sua mão quando ele leva aos lábios para dar um beijo nela.

"Ah é? Isso me deixa triste, porque eu não tenho o prazer de saber quem você é, gatinha." Fala cheio de travessura e arrogância, se aproximando para te dar um copo mais cheio de cerveja.

Não se permite cair nos charmes dele e bebe um gole demorado com uma expressão entediada esperando Pipe ir embora, mas ele só continua te encarando com um sorrisinho de lado cheio de malícia.

"Sabe, eu gosto que você não me deixa saber seu nome, adoro te chamar de todos os nomes carinhosos que existem, minha linda." Felipe te provoca se recostando na parede ao seu lado.

O sorriso dele cresce mais ainda com a sua carranca. Te ter por perto é revigorante, as suas reações só o deixavam mais atiçado para brincar contigo.

"Tá procurando a sua companhia da semana?" Rebate ardilosa.

Ele arqueia uma sobrancelha surpreso com a sua falta de gentiliza e tom indiferente mesmo depois dele demonstrar simpatia por você.

"¿Ay? De graça assim? E você tá mal informada, eu não fico com uma mulher por semana." Felipe diz com uma mão no coração e um biquinho exagerado fingindo estar magoado.

"Ah sim, não queria te ofender. Não é por semana, é por mês." Fala sarcasticamente e dando um sorriso grande demais para ser verdadeiro.

Felipe não conseguia evitar como o estômago dele se revirou em borboletas com o seu sorriso mesmo sendo falso.

"A gatinha também morde, não é?" Ele responde após ficar em silêncio por um minuto analisando como poderia contornar a situação e se você realmente o odiava tanto assim do nada. "Bom pra você que eu adoro quando elas arranham."

"Bom pra mim?" Indaga confusa com o cenho franzido.

"Veremos depois, gatita." Responde piscando um olho para você te fazendo arquear as sobrancelhas debochada em uma tentativa de mascarar o seu interior em chamas.

Apesar de dizer não suportar ele, não conseguia parar de conversar com o Otaño, era envolvente a maneira que a voz calminha te contava animadamente coisas engraçadas ou sobre a família dele, além disso, se sentia vulnerável com o jeito atencioso que ele te escutava falar com aqueles olhos lindos sempre focados em você.

Conversa vai, conversa vem, depois de tantas bebidas só lembra dele te pedindo para te mostrar algo no andar de cima, quando se deu conta estava sentada no chão de um dos quartos rindo ao escutar Felipe contar uma história sobre a vez que ele confundiu várias palavras em inglês e espanhol fazendo o entrevistador ficar desesperado para entender o que ele dizia.

"Vai rindo, vai. Sério, era a minha primeira entrevista e meu coração parecia que ia pular do meu peito, não conseguia parar de tremer." Fala entre as suas gargalhadas deixando escapar o próprio risinho com o seu divertimento e ao recordar o momento cômico.

A algum ponto ele tinha tirado a camisa por conta do calor, desfilava com as bochechas coradas e corpo torneado por aí, mas seus olhos só focaram agora como o peitoral dele era grande. Na verdade, pela primeira vez se permitiu apreciar a beleza do argentino, olhava fascinada para o rostinho vermelho com o bigodinho e boca carnuda, os músculos definidos do torso e os braços grandes, até descer a visão para as coxas dele focando no volume nada discreto marcando o short fino.

"Se quiser tocar, eu deixo, viu." Ele fala de forma brincalhona apontando para o abdômen.

Você revira os olhos com o jeito oferecido dele e desvia o olhar para as suas unhas falhando em disfarçar como a visão do corpo forte dele te afetou, mas ele não se bala com isso, então, diminui a distância entre vocês segurando seu queixo para te fazer encará-lo. Seus olhos percorrem todo rosto belo cheio de sardinhas no nariz tentando evitar olhar muito para a boca carnuda que te atraia mais que tudo. Entretanto, perde o foco quando Pipe passa a língua pelos lábios e roça o nariz no seu.

"Eu não posso, Felipe." Murmura tentando soar firme, mas sua voz sai como se implorasse para ele fazer algo, te beijar logo.

"Qual é, gatinha, seu namorado nunca vai saber que eu te comi." Ele fala apertando seu pescoço levemente e se aproximando tanto que suas respirações se misturavam. "Só quando você gemer meu nome quando ele for te comer." Finaliza com os olhos azuis transitando entre luxúria e um sentimento muito intimo e indefinido.

"Para!" ralha posicionando as mãos no peitoral tentando empurrar, mas Felipe age mais rápido entrelaçando os braços ao redor da sua cintura. "Eu não tenho namorado e não seria prudente ficar com você, todos sabem disso." continua, diminuta em relação ao fato que se sentia imersa no cheiro e modo como ele prendia sua atenção e te fazia se esquecer do resto do mundo.

Felipe tentou disfarçar a dor que sentiu ao escutar suas palavras, mas de certa forma você estava correta. Qualquer mulher que ele olhasse a mídia já inventava mil coisas e era pior ainda se tivesse certeza que houve algo mais.

"Nada sai dessa festa, gatinha, tudo que fizermos aqui será nosso segredinho."

"Como eu vou saber se isso é verdade?" Pergunta em um tom que deveria ser desconfiado, mas que saiu como um sussurro de uma adolescente insegura com tudo que conhecia.

"Eu cumpro com o que eu prometo, fofinha." Felipe responde grudando seus corpos e pressionando o peitoral no seu. "E agora, eu prometo te foder até você esquecer seu nome e só lembrar o meu." Finaliza selando a distância entre seus lábios.

O beijo se inicia em um ritmo desesperado, famintos pelo gosto um do outro. Suas mãos vão diretamente para os cachinhos castanhos, puxando e gemendo quando Felipe morde seu lábio para então enfiar a língua na sua boca. O meio das suas pernas formigava ansioso por qualquer alívio que é atendido no momento que o argentino te põe no colo dele. Ambos não conseguiam parar de gemer um na boca do outro com as carícias que se tornavam mais ousadas a cada minuto. Pipe segurava sua cintura com uma mão enquanto a outra apertava sua bunda com vontade, as mãos grandes te auxiliavam a se esfregar na coxa dele.

"Gemendo igual uma putinha sendo que nem me queria, né?" Ele fala ofegante e rindo quando sua expressão raivosa volta, mas você ainda continua rebolando no colo dele com a boca entreaberta.

Envergonhada, enfia seu rosto no pescoço grosso, começando a chupar a pele pálida e mordiscar suavemente entre miados conforme sentia uma mão dele subir até apertar seu peito por cima do top fininho.

"Porra, você é tão gostosa." Felipe grunhe massageando a carne macia firmemente e sentindo o calor da sua intimidade na coxa dele na medida que sua saia subia com os movimentos afoitos do seu quadril. "Tira a roupa pra mim, gatinha." Ele fala dando dois tapinhas na sua bunda.

"Você é um grosso." Responde rolando os olhos e ficando parada no colo dele. Era incrível a capacidade de Felipe de te fazer recordar porque não suporta a personalidade dele, mas no fundo do fundo, algo que você nunca admitiria, é que acha muito atraente o jeitinho arrogante e convencido dele.

"E você gosta muito disso, princesa." Felipe responde movendo uma mão para beliscar sua bochecha, o que te faz rosnar com raiva e estapear os dedos dele para longe de ti. Ele só dá uma risadinha e segura a parte de trás das suas coxas, te carregando no colo e rapidamente direcionando vocês dois até a cama. "Reclama, reclama, reclama, mas já tá com a buceta molhadinha pra mim." Ele finaliza ao te deitar na beirada da cama e se ajoelhando no chão para ficar de frente com a sua virilha. Como sua saia tinha levantando com os movimentos bruscos dele, toda a sua roupa íntima estava exposta para os olhos azuis que pareciam querer te devorar.

Felipe geme quando vê a sua calcinha de renda grudada nos lábios da sua intimidade com o tanto de fluidos que já saíram de você. Por isso, não resiste a tentação, fechando os olhos e passaendo o nariz pelas suas dobrinhas, sujando-o com a sua lubrificação enquanto praticamente esfrega o rosto na sua buceta. Suas face queima de vergonha e tesão pelo ato obsceno dele, então, desce uma mão para puxar levemente os cabelos sedosos do argentino, o que faz Felipe voltar á realidade e abrir os olhos bêbados no seu aroma delicioso para deixar um beijinho onde ele sabia que era seu clitóris, não só pela forma como suas pernas tremeram como pelo miado que saiu da sua boca com o apelido dele em meio a um suspiro agoniado.

"Já até sei que essa vai ser a buceta mais gostosa que eu vou comer na vida." Ele murmura mais para si em um delírio que nem tinha percebido que falou em voz alta aquilo. Rapidamente, ele coloca suas pernas nos ombros sobre os ombros torneados, se aproximando para dar uma lambida e gemer quando sente um aperitivo do seu sabor. Você nem consegue pensar direito com a visão erótica dele no meio das suas pernas com o rosto mergulhado na sua intimidade, desesperado para se lambuzar.

Ele põe a calcinha arruinada para o lado, agora deslizando a língua pela sua fendinha, subindo e descendo a cabeça com calma para provar cada nuance do seu melzinho, porém, logo se torna Impaciente e espalma uma mão na sua virilha para dois dígitos exporem seu interior ao posicioná-los em forma de 'v' e afastarem seus lábios grandes. A boca carnuda foca em massagear seu clitóris em uma sucção torturante e inigualável ao mesmo tempo, pois Felipe sabia a medida certa entre sugar e acariciar o pontinho com a língua. Se não fosse o som alto da música da festa, com certeza todos escutariam seus choramingos altos de prazer com o quão habilidoso ele era naquilo. Ele alterna entre te levar até próximo de gozar, depois distancia os lábios da sua área mais sensível para lamber e beijar o resto da sua buceta melecada pela saliva dele e seus líquidos abundantes. Felipe dá selinhos na sua entradinha como se fosse sua boca, em seguida deixa a língua molhinha para remexer a ponta no seu clitóris rapidamente soletrando o próprio nome misturado com figuras abstratas.

As bolas dele latejavam do tanto que ele estava ereto e excitado, apertava de vez em quando o pau na cueca para tentar aliviar a tensão. Com isso, sabendo que ambos não aguentariam por muito tempo isso e nem quanto tempo tinham até a festa acabar, moveu dois dedos da outra mão para te penetrarem. Os seus sons eram divinos e música para os ouvidos dele. No momento que o argentino enfiou os dois dedos até a metade com um pouco de facilidade, iniciou um ritmo rápido e forte acompanhando a língua dele no seu grelhinho. Um barulho molhado saia do seu buraquinho durante o vai e vem, Felipe sentia as próprias pernas tremerem com a imagem da sua bucetinha toda esticada e molhada ao redor dos dígitos compridos dele.

"Goza pra mim, bebê, quero deixar essa bucetinha prontinha pra eu meter gostoso." Ele fala acelerando os movimentos e mantendo os lábios fechados ao redor do seu clitóris inchado com tantos estímulos. Não demora para suas costas arquearem e um grito pornográficos sair da sua garganta quando o orgasmo te atinge como um choque. Seus quadris se esfregando em reflexo no rosto ensopado dele e suas coxas tremendo com os espasmos intensos do melhor oral que já recebeu em toda a sua vida.

"Não vai desmaiar que ainda tenho muita pica pra te dar, gatinha." Ele fala cutucando sua costela e voltando a ficar cara a cara contigo. A face avermelhada e encharcada com certeza não deveria fazer sua buceta se contrair mais ainda.

Felipe sobe e desce as mãos pelo seu corpo até parar na barra da sua blusa e retirá-la por completo quando você o ajuda, seguidamente, toca seus quadris para retirar sua calcinha por completo e na mesma hora se aproxima para te dar um beijo lento enquanto coloca sua roupa íntima embolada no bolso do próprio short. Isso seria um segredinho dele.

Imersa no beijo, o puxa para se deitar completamente em cima de ti, adorando a sensação do corpo quente e pesado te esmagando. Seus mamilos eretos roçando o peitoral dele. Felipe pressiona o pau duro na sua barriga e acaricia cada centímetro de pele que alcança, até por fim encontrar seus seios onde ele começa a massagear e grunhe na sua boca quando aperta com vontade os dois lados ao mesmo tempo.

Após uns minutos, ele se afasta abruptamente, posicionando melhor vocês dois na cama grande, mas que parecia pequena com o tamanho avantajado do argentino. Ele te deita nos travesseiros, ajeitando ao redor da sua cabeça e penteando seus cabelos suavemente para ajudar um pouco na bagunça que estava. Seu coração palpita com o carinho que ele demonstra e atenção que dá para o seu conforto. Entretanto, o momento mágico some quando ele desce os olhos claros para os seus peitos novamente, mordendo os lábios animado como um adolescente que nunca viu um par pessoalmente na vida.

"Até que eu queria essa boquinha linda chupando meu pau, mas esses seus peitos me deixam louco, gatinha." Ele fala retirando o membro rosado com a ponta gotejante de dentro do short na medida que coloca um joelho em cada lado do seu corpo. "Segura eles juntinhos." Felipe instrui pegando suas mãos, que parecem minúsculas no meio das dele, e empurrando seus peitos juntos.

"Felipe, eu acho que não vai dar." Fala incerta, tremendo com a ideia inusitada dele.

"Eu faço acontecer, alfajorcito." Ele dá um beijinho no meio da sua testa e volta a se ajustar para seguir com o plano dele. "Só relaxa aí."

Felipe posiciona o pau no meio dos seus seios espremidos, gemendo sem vergonha ao deslizar repetidas vezes o comprimento entre seus montes macios e na sua pele, era deliciosa a imagem e sensação da pica esmagada entre os seios. Não era tão bom quanto ser chupado ou meter em ti, mas era uma cena depravadora e definitivamente muito prazerosa.

Ele sabia que ia gozar rápido, não só pelo jeito frenético e errático que ele começou a foder seus peitos, como pelo sabor da sua buceta ainda presente na língua dele. Todos os sentidos estavam ocupados por você e sua essência, ainda mais quando você esticou sua própria língua para lamber um e outra vez a pontinha que roçava seu queixo a cada investida dele. O pau comprido vazava pré-gozo no seu busto suado a cada segundo, até que Felipe geme alto e revira os olhos extasiado quando o abdômen tensiona e os primeiros jatos de porra caem na sua pele e um pouco na sua boca, o que você lambe lentamente ao notar que ele voltou a focar o olhar no seu rosto.

Ofegante, Pipe se posiciona no meio das suas pernas novamente com a virilha pressionada na sua. O pau semiereto deixava um rastro de líquido branco enquanto se esfregava na sua barriga. Ele só era capaz de respirar fundo tentando se recuperar ao passo que distribui selinhos pelo seu colo sem se importar com os resquícios de esperma e sim só em sentir o cheiro do seu perfume misturado ao suor.

Era refrescante saber que conseguiu calar a boca dele por alguns minutos, finalmente podia apreciar ele de perto e notar todas as imperfeições e traços perfeitos do rostinho dele. O nariz pontudo com algumas sardinhas e manchas de exposição ao sol, a barbinha rala com o bigode falho e as sobrancelhas grossas adornando os olhinhos azuis claros caídos.

Seus olhos se arregalam quando sente o pau enrijecer de novo, na mesma hora, Felipe empurra seus joelhos em direção as suas costelas, te deixando abertinha para ele enquanto a cabecinha pressionava sua entrada.

"Agora eu vou te foder gostoso, princesa." Felipe grunhe na medida que colocava e tirava a glande, desfrutando da maneira como suas paredes agarravam ele mesmo só com a pontinha dentro.

Sua boca permanece aberta soltando miadinhos manhosos de prazer com a provocação dele, que com certeza queria te enlouquecer ainda mais, quando levou um polegar para circular seu clitóris inchado. Ele enfia mais centímetros dentro, alargando seu buraquinho até sentir o pau quase cutucar seu cervix, as bolas pesadas e quentes encostadas totalmente nas suas dobrinhas.

Felipe se debruça sobre seu corpo para te acalmar um pouco, já que seu cenho estava franzido com os vestígios de ardência que a penetração causava, além de nunca ter sido fodida por alguém tão avantajado. Porém, Pipe sabia lidar com isso e te beijava enquanto retirou o membro até a ponta e mantinha os círculos no seu pontinho começando a meter lentinho.

Quando ambos se acostumaram com a sensação de estarem unidos, Felipe acelerou o ritmo, fazendo a cama tremer e a correntinha de prata batia no seu queixo a cada estocada. Os lábios do argentino chupavam seus seios, alternando entre os biquinhos babadinhos enquanto suas unhas maltratavam a pele pálida das costas dele com arranhões. Sua garganta emitia gemidos dengosos conforme ele socava todos os pontos certos com precisão e te estimulava de todas as formas, o meio das suas pernas se encontrava completamente melecado pelos fluídos dos dois que vazava da sua bucetinha constantemente já que Felipe ocupava todo o espaço que tinha no seu canal quando se enfiava por completo.

Já conseguia sentir os primeiros sinais qur o orgasmo estava perto e Felipe também, pois se distanciou dos seus peitos com um estalo molhado e apoio os antebraços ao lado da sua cabeça, te olhando fixamente enquanto ondulava os quadris. Era estranhamente íntimo como ele te fodia mantendo o contato visual, tocando sua pele como se você se fosse um ser precioso (mesmo que ele nem soubesse seu sobrenome).

"Que coño estrecho, mami, hm?" Pipe geme entrecortado sentindo sua buceta pulsar e quase espremer o membro dele."Apertando meu pau como se fosse feita pra mim." Ele fala mais baixinho perto do seu ouvido, fazendo seus dedos dos pés se curvarem com o arrepio que percorreu sua espinha ao escutar tais palavras na voz dele.

Seus próprios quadris se empurram em direção aos dele e sua mão desce para massagear seu clitóris com a chegada iminente do seu orgasmo. Felipe une seus lábios, que nem conseguiam se beijar direito com o tanto de sons que saiam de ambos. Felipe xingava inúmeros palavrões em espanhol e você só repetia o nome dele baixinho até que suas paredes se contraem mais e mais junto com uma abundância de líquidos saindo da sua buceta com o clímax te atingindo de repente. Felipe não demora em grunhir seu nome e estocar com força mais umas três vezes enquanto te enche de porra. Seus peitos esmagados contra os dele lutava por espaço para se mover com a sua respiração ofegante.

"Felipeeeee." Fala tola e cheia de irritação com a falta de noção dele de sair de cima de ti logo. "Tá muito calor."

Ele resmunga, mas logo se joga do seu lado te puxando para deitar no peito dele. A respiração dele já estava calminha e os olhos fechados como se estivesse preparado para dormir, não podia evitar se sentir cansada e sonolenta depois de tantas atividades. Por isso, se permitiu fechar os olhos e relaxar um pouquinho.

No dia seguinte acordou mais quente que o normal e com o argentino te esmagando ao dormir no seu peito, o susto e a vergonha te despertaram na hora. Empurrou ele para longe com um grunhido, se vestiu apressada (mesmo sem achar sua calcinha) e saiu da casa sem olhar para trás.

As memórias daquela festa te assombraram por dias, o prazer e a vergonha te deixavam com vontade de arrancar sua cabeça só para não ceder as tentações que te cercavam. O pior é que na maioria das vezes nem é sua mente que relembra os cenários, e sim, a porra do Felipe que não te deixa em paz desde o dia que transaram.

Ele conseguiu seu número de alguma forma e todos os dias te mandava mensagens obscenas recontando os fatos como se fossem parte de uma grande história.

"Eu sonho com o gosto da sua bucetinha, minha linda. Que tal sentar na minha cara da próxima vez?"

"Ainda tenho a sua calcinha e se quiser te mando uma foto de como ela tá, gatinha😁"

"Saudades, vida😔"

Quando ele notou que você começou a ignorá-lo, passou a te mandar mensagens românticas, depois raivosas, de várias maneiras ele tentava arrancar alguma reação, mínima que fosse. Você encarava Felipe como um homem que nunca teve nada negado a ele ou talvez não era acostumado a ter o sentimento de vergonha associado a pessoa dele. Só de lembrar do tom convencido que ele usava para falar contigo já te dava vontade de se estapear por ter deixado ele sequer te beijar.

Era óbvio que vocês dois pertenciam a mundos diferentes. Nunca se imaginou saindo ou dormindo com um homem dono de um ego tão inflado como o dele. Foi um erro de uma noite - um erro delicioso diga-se de passagem - mas não voltaria a acontecer. Ademais, não é como se ele fosse realmente se lembrar de você. Provavelmente seria só mais uma na multidão de mulheres que ele iludia e depois levava para a cama.

[...]

Nada a ver mas eu amo a forma que ele fala river, a vibração do Rrrrriver

[lucuslavigne]

[01:20am] Richard Ríos.

espanhol duvidoso pq nunca estudei somente escutei pq tenho uma amiga venezuelana, thigh riding?, oral (m), size kink?, pet names e muito dengo.

Você estava sentada em uma das coxas do colombiano. Os braços agarrados ao pescoço tatuado enquanto sentia as mãos pesadas de Richard em sua cintura.

“ Está muy bela con esse vestido... ” sussurra em seu ouvido, sequer notando que havia falado no idioma nativo.

“ Richard... ” fala manhosinha, o dengo falando mais alto que você.

“ Fala, princesa. ”

“ Eu senti tanta saudade de você. ” escondeu o rosto no pescoço do Ríos, dando um cheirinho alí.

“ Eu também senti saudade de você, meu bem. ” te puxou para perto.

Amava ficar encolhida em cima de Richard, sentir os braços definidos em volta do seu corpo te deixa molinha, toda relaxada, sem preocupação alguma. Mas era difícil conter o desejo que percorria pelas suas veias quando escutava o colombiano falando espanhol, mesmo que por poucos segundos.

“ Qué sucedió? De repente se quedó en silencio... ” te fez olhar para ele.

“ Não é nada. ” sorriu enquanto movia os quadris devagar.

Richard sorriu. O corpo começando a esquentar.

“ Danada. ” começou a beijar seu pescoço.

O ritmo de seus quadris aumentava gradativamente, te fazendo soltar chorinhos e murmúrios no ouvido de Richard, esse que apenas sorria e te dizia elogios baixinhos enquanto segurava seu corpo.

“ Deixa eu mamar você? ” perguntou enquanto o encarava com olhos pidões.

“ Deixo, minha linda. ” ajeitou seu cabelo.

E você se levantou do colo do mais alto, fazendo um rabo de cavalo desleixado, ficando de joelhos no meio das pernas tatuadas do homem, fazendo carinho nas panturrilhas bonitas.

“ No me provoques, princesa. ” escutou, o sotaque te deixando ainda mais molhada.

Então abaixou a bermuda do uniforme que Richard usava, descendo a boxer em seguida, vendo o pau do colombiano bater logo abaixo do umbigo do mesmo.

“ Você é tão lindo. ” falou apaixonada, beijando a cabecinha do pau do Ríos.

“ Amor... ” te chamou como se estivesse fazendo uma das rezas dele.

“ Hm? ” o encarou.

“ Me mama logo, por favor. ” pediu.

E como você é muito boazinhas, colocou todo o comprimento de Richard em sua boca, usando uma de suas mãos para acariciar as bolas do mesmo.

“ Dios mio... Mierda! ” jogou a cabeça para trás, segurando o colchão fortemente.

Mamava toda bonitinha. Os olhos cheios de lágrimas porque era tão gostoso mamar Richard! A cabecinha do pau batendo bem no fundo da sua garganta, te tirando o fôlego te deixava molhada, sentia sua buceta pingando, então levou sua mão até sua intimidade vestida, brincando com seu clitóris por cima do tecido fino da calcinha.

Seus gemidos enviavam vibrações para o pau do colombiano, esse que tinha a mão direita apoiada em sua cabeça enquanto a mão esquerda buscava apoio. Os gemidos e grunhidos que Richard soltava eram como música para seus ouvidos, te deixavam cada vez mais zonza, procurando pelo seu próprio prazer.

“ Caralho, amor! ” engasgou nos próprios gemidos “ Con-continua... Ah! ” revirou os olhos quando você o chupou mais forte.

Estava motivada a fazer Richard gozar na sua boca, ou até mesmo na sua cara. Você queria a porra de Richard em você, independente de onde fosse.

“ Goza p'ra mim, amor. ” começou a masturbar Richard com sua mão direita.

Usou sua mão esquerda para abaixar as alças do seu vestido, deixando seus peitinhos de fora para Richard poder ver.

“ Amor! ” gemeu enquanto gozava por todo seu rosto e seios.

A respiração de Richard estava acelerada, a cabeça jogada para trás com os olhos fechados, apenas aproveitando o orgasmo recém atingido. Quando abriu os olhos e viu seu rosto e seios cobertos com a porra dele, ele ficou louco.

“ Mi vida, 'cê fica tão linda com a minha porra em você. ” falou, o sotaque te deixando zonza.

Richard te puxou para um beijo carinhoso, segurando seu rosto enquanto te levantava apenas para te puxar pela cintura para mais perto.

“ Quieres bañarte conmigo? ” perguntou com os olhos cheios de expectativa.

“ É claro, amor. ” beijou a bochecha do homem.

De malandro, Richard só tem a cara, por que só você sabe o quanto o mesmo gosta de ser tratado com dengo e chamego.

[prismuffin]

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

( gonna go from headcanons to a mini-oneshot cause thats just how I write these - All spanish used is translated for non-spanish speakers! )

/ dt: @adicthao /

warnings?: TOO MUCH LOVE AND AFFECTION RAHHHH- but can you ever get enough of Alerudy?

!-!more under the cut!-!

—It's more than likely that they were in a relationship before you came along. Even if it wasn't as serious or official, there were still some romantic elements to it- but seeing you was like love at first sight for the both of them.

—They just can't get you out of their head and they both know that the other is thinking the same thing. They end up having a heartfelt conversation about it which leads to them deciding to try and win you over and add you to their little relationship.

—Alejandro is more likely to try and win you over with gifts while Rudy tries more acts of service to catch your eye. Either way they're both not shy about trying to get your attention at all.

—Expect roses with little notes attached detailing your beauty signed by Alejandro proudly. He'd walk up to you later and would wrap his arms around your waist asking if you liked the flowers.

—Same thing with Rudy, he'll give you your favorite morning drink and would bring you breakfast if you'd like that. Been working too hard? He'll offer you a nice massage and you best believe he gives the best massages ever.

—You'd be spoiled rotten with love and affection from the two Latinos, it's practically inevitable that you fall for them both.

—Alejandro and Rudy plan a grand dinner to invite you to join their relationship. They're overjoyed when you say yes, both of them placing an identical kiss on your hands.

—Be prepared for the abundance of endearing Spanish nicknames. They'll call you practically everything in the book. Alejandro's favorite pet name for you would probably be "Mi Príncipe," (my prince) or "Cariño" (dear) while Rudy loves calling you "Mi Vida" (my world/life) and "Mi Corazón". (my heart) Of course "Mi amor" (my love) is used just as often.

—I love the headcanon that Rudy's not a morning person so Alejandro usually wakes up before the two of you and spends his time admiring you both before (sometimes) getting up to do menial tasks or getting/making the two of you breakfast. Rudy often wakes up before you but he doesn't get up right away, instead he'll usually just admire you.

—They both wake you up in the softest fucking ways. Usually little kisses being placed all over your face while they whisper sweet things to encourage you to wake up. They love how peaceful you look while you're sleeping and will often times be very gentle with you in the mornings.

—They're both smitten. They love you so much they just can't live without you, they'll do practically anything just to make you smile at them.

—Praises. Praises. Praises. They'll constantly give you praises and compliments on both your body and mind. Lots of admiring whenever any piece of base clothing is shed. If you're shirtless it's hard for them to keep their hands off you, they love your arms and your chest and you best believe they will tell you that often.

—Alejandro loves having his hands on your waist and they'll often be resting there whenever you're near each other. Rudy often loves to hug you from the front, admiring your features before placing his forehead on yours. It's in this position where he'll rant about his day or ask about yours.

—Just love the thought of Rudy or Ale saying "Ese es mi chico guapo" (that's my handsome boy) NDHODWIDJODWDKANDWDFLIN-

—It's midnight, I ran out of brain power uhhh ONESHOT TIME

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Feather light kisses tickled your face, drawing you from the depths of slumber. You instinctively leaned into the feeling, smiling at the soft awakening. "Déjame ver esos lindos ojos.." (let me see those beautiful eyes.) Another kiss was planted on the high of your cheekbone. Your eyes fluttered open, a smile gracing your lips as your sights were filled with the face of your boyfriend, Rodolfo. He laid beside you, now caressing your face with the back of his hand. "There they are," he smiled, leaning in to kiss you properly. “Buenos días mi Corazón.” (Good morning) You hummed, leaning into his words, they never failed to make your heart flutter. “Good morning Rodolfo.” You placed your hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes. “Where’s Alejandro?” You asked, noticing the absence of arms wrapped around your waist and the lack of praising whispers in your ear from behind, which could only mean he was gone. “In the kitchen,” he grabbed your hand which was previously rested on his cheek, pressing a loving kiss to it. “He's making breakfast for us." As if on cue Alejandro cracked the door open. Peaking inside, his smile widened when he realized you were now awake. He was quick to be by your form, taking his rightful spot behind you on the bed. "Buenos días Cariño," he whispered softly in your ear, your heart fluttering as he peppered the side of your face in sweet kisses like Rudy had done before. You giggled, turning your head and cupping his face in your hand. "Good morning Ale," He admired your face for a minute, his smile turning into a smirk before he leaned down to kiss your lips. "Come now, I made us food!" Alejandro grinned wide before he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style. A gasp flew from your throat, despite this happening often enough it still always caught you off guard when one of your boys carries you like this. Rudy let out a chuckle as Alejandro spun you around slightly, singing a quick verse from one of the millions of Spanish love songs. He carried you into the dining room where the table had already been set, three plates sat in their respective spots already made to both you and Rudy's breakfast preferences, quiet music playing in the background. Alejandro sat you down on the dining table bench closest to the wall before taking his seat to your left, Rudy, sitting on your right. Both you and Rudy thanked Alejandro before digging into the meal. It was good, as always, and you made sure to relay that to Alejandro. You ate, mostly in silence yourself as you listened to your boys talk about upcoming expeditions and such. At some point Rudy had ended up breaking off bite sized pieces of bread just to feed you even after you insisted that it was fine. He only smiled, replying with a "I want to do this for you Guapo," and with the way he stared at you, you couldn't refuse. You finished before the both of them which allowed them both to grab one of your hands each as they continued to eat and talk. Rudy cleared the table leaving you with Alejandro who'd somehow gotten you slow dancing with him, "Words can't describe how much I feel for you mi amor." He placed a kiss to your forehead and you sighed. "I love you Ale," You cradled his face in your hands, "and you too Rudy." You added, feeling his hands slide onto your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You and Alejandro's hands dropped as you switched positions so that you were being wrapped into a hug by both of them. You all swayed slowly just relishing in each others presence, smiling as you savor the treatment you receive from your loving boyfriends.

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[broken-glass-puppet]

More Miguel Headcanons

First meeting:

When you first enter the spider society he isn't very fond of you, think that in this part he is struggling with the pain of losing his daughter and the responsibility of taking care of the spider society

During this time, he is rude, reckless, trying to prove he is strong enough to take care of everything

When he comes back from a mission injured, he will brush it off, but you grabbed his hands, sat him down and began patching him up while giving him a speech of how much of and idiot he is...and...he falls...he falls for you...your eyes of disapproval only makes you more beautiful...and he is... speechless

Bonding time:

Now he isn't your friend, but you two are in good terms, he falls for you slowly...we love the slow burn here...

He will start to memorize small things you do, like how you do your make up, your hair, your favorite phrases, your favorite ice cream flavor, small little things...but he just thinks of you as a friend...yeah...

Friends/close friends:

He will be a bit touchy, some shoulder bumps around here, some massages around there, and he started doing things for you...

Want food? You can have a bit of his, want a nap? You can lay in his chest

He will go as far as to call you pet names and give you flirty smiles...he wasn't falling right? Looking at your best friend and wanting to kiss them was...normal right? Daydreaming about how good cuddling with them is something normal and platonic and winking and flirting is...oh god...he did had a crush on you!...

Confession:

It's has to be PERFECT, he wants you to feel... special, so he plans it really carefully, he starts by giving you small anonymous gifts, and when you ask him he simply loo at you smiling cocky "someone has a secret admirer..." He teases you...and when he confess...it's not as plan

He was injured, and he assured you again and again that he was alright, that was the last drop, you snapped, you shouted how much you worried about him, how you didn't want to lose him and how...how...how you loved him...you putted your hands over your mouth...and he...he got up and kissed you, deeply, his hands in your face and when he separated from the kiss he whispered sweet nothings while kissing your face

Early relationship:

Little than nothing PDA, maybe just handholding but just in private

No pet names for now, just really normal ones like a nickname of your name

He will hug you though and cuddle you, even if he doesn't really know how to go and ask for cuddles but he tries for you

Late relationship:

PDA when he is felling romantic, happy or jealous, but he isn't the 'i won't let you see your friends and family ' jealous he is the 'how you dare look at my partner in such a way' jealous

"mi amor" "mi vida" "cariño" "principe" "mi niño" "lindo" OMG ALL THE CHEESY FLUFFY ROMANTIC SPANISH NICK NAMES GRAHHH

he will be more touchy, and that also comes with...drum roll please... flirting with you until you are so flustered you can't talk

[yoyokslut]

Dating Pablo Gavi would include:

‌Him being so attentive, making sure you're okay and always taking care of you

‌Him getting all clingy/needy when you both have days off

‌"no, please don't go, come cuddle me," he whined making grabby hands "I'm just gonna go pee, baby," you giggle seeing him like this

‌I just know he gets all shy and blushes every time you tell him how pretty he is or any other similar pet name

‌"¿quién es mi niño bello?" who's my beautiful boy? "Stop it!! you know I'll blush in no time" he says covering his face. You take his hands off his face and keep calling him names "eres tan bonito, mi amor" you're so pretty, love "el niño más lindo del mundo" the prettiest boy in the world "tu cara es tan preciosa" your face is so precious. He'd end up like a walking tomato after that

‌I feel that his love language is touch, so he would always have his hands on you somehow, whether is grabbing your waist, your hips, your hand, he just wants to feel your skin against his hands

‌He also loves looking at you when you speak, when you talk about something that makes you excited, he loves how your face lights up and the small sparkle in your eyes makes him zone out and just stares at them admiring how pretty you are and how lucky he is to call you his

‌Although most of the time you're the one who's making him blush it doesn't mean he doesn't make you blush

‌You would be watching tv or scrolling through tiktok and you would feel his gaze on you so when you look at him his just staring at you with his big brown eyes with so much love and appreciation and smiling at you. It always turns your cheeks red and gives you butterflies

[run2seob]

txt with a mexican s/o

p: ot5 txt x mexican!reader g: fluff, bullet pointed head cannons w: written in spanglish notes — no soy mexicana , así q corríjame porfa ㅠㅠ request :: masterlist

SOOBIN

este conejito-

take him to the zoo y mira lo q hace: go straight to the bunnies

he's in his habitat jajaj

it would be so fun

peroo...

después de eso solo lo llamas conejito y no tiene ni idea

"conejito ven aquí!" cuando quiero un besito

or if you're tired y deprived of cuddles "conejitoo~"

you say it todos los días pero él todavía no sabe lo que significa

cuando el te preguntas, you'll be so surprised.. jaw para abajo y todo

"you didn't know..?"

"no :(" con la expression adorable

how could you not be absolutely in love cuando se ve así?

"conejito es un bunny" and you boop his nose afterwards

q lindo T0T

YEONJUN

he's so excited to meet your parents ><

you've been dating paraa... 2 años?

where it's not pushing "ey cásate conmigo" but you're still clingy and in love como las telenovelas

cuando llegues, he'll be smiling so wide :(

como el modismo "smiling ear to ear", he's doing just that

his teeth are shining through and it's so cutee

as soon as you step inside, your parents are attached to him

"ah sir-" "llámame papi" (o papa)

ai he's so happy afterwards, *especially* when the food comes out

ojalá q he doesn't get a stomachache from cuantos tamales que comio

he's smiling the entire time 😭😭

su amorcito

BEOMGYU

un mexicano at heart

si pones en un cuarto mid festival he'll fit right in

y sii, el no sabes NI español (save: hola y si)

pero if the times he's repeatedly yelling "sii!" whenever he's happy doesn't say enough that's he's trying

(or maybe that the chaos is so loud that even beomgyu puedes entenderlo)

then the fact that he's talking to your little cousins should prove it

"vas a casarte con yn?" (and yeah it's nosy.. but i mean can you blame them for asking? you two look way too cute together with your hand guiding him everywhere and smile being one he can easily find)

"i hope so."

TAEHYUN

he's always using pet names on you i'm heavy on thiss

"mi alma, what's wrong?" whenever you're crying

and he says it with such a soft tone q te recuerda a casa

his hands would come up to cup your cheeks softly, moving away your worries and your tears in one movement

he wouldn't kiss you just yet, as he wants permission

but you can see in his eyes, even without his lips against your face or lips how much he loves you

"mi amor.. you can tell me anything"

HE'S SO SWEET WITH IT (get me someone like taehyun if you can. please.

truly someone to court you just with two words. or one.

el es un magician

KAI

kai y amor joven >>>

lt's say you met… middle school? older or younger no se, es tu imaginación 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

anYWAYS

everybody is opening clubs in whatever year it is he's walking around with his overalls, his hair bouncing in each step because he's just so excited to promote robotics club

pero nadien really focuses on robotics… but he loves it a lot

y tu también, and when two people are the only two in a club.. 😻

jaja pero let's just say that the language barrier messed you up a lott so you only talked through code and making each other things through code

un corazón, por ejemple

y cuando you got separated and met again YEARSS later

you can finally show him the heart you never got to show him before and grow your budding love again

notes — i'm not sure if i'll make a full english vers. but lmk ^^

[joelsmochi]

Desperation - Javier Peña

Plot — [ofc] Jackie is visiting Columbia for a short getaway and meets a man who can satisfy her…In more ways than one.

Part 2 here.

Warnings: horrible spanish sentences + grammar (bare with me y’all i haven’t studied in a few years), speaking of spanish there is quite a bit of spanish conversation in (mostly in the beginning but some during the… act), some typos (edit: i did a lazy proofreading) smut (MINORS DNI beyond this point).

Smut Warnings: this will be disgustingly long and descriptive and perhaps a little awkward to read so this is your warning now, cocky!Javi (as expected), unprotect piv (it's a story y’all std’s don’t exist in this timeline), choking, hair pulling, light (?) slapping (out of praise), squirting, good girl bombs, daddy bombs, oral (f & m receiving), LOADSSSS of pet names, anal + (judge me 🤗), drinking + tipsy sex, vaginal creampie, possible ooc javier?

Word count: 6.9k (i didn’t mean to i just couldn’t stop writing😭)

translations will be in purple at the end of paragraphs ! so the format will be a lil ugly but ik not everyone speaks spanish + if my spanish is worse than i remember/could figure out then i want y’all to know what i’m trying to say without having to scroll up and down [BIG SORRY]

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The warm air is thick tonight, pooling a layer of sweat over Jackie's skin as she swings her hips around to the music. Her newly made friend, Angie, startles her by yanking her arm and pulling her from the middle of the bar.

“Jackie, miras!” Angie exclaims. Jackie finds a smile playing on her lips at how pretty Angie sounds saying the most simple words; she admired how beautiful the language is, and how much more precious it sounds coming from the Colombian woman. “Este es el hombre del que te hablé,” she says while pointing to a blonde-haired man. Jackie’s lips curl downward as she examines him, impressed with his leather jacket and choice of haircut. “Se llama Steve Murphy. Èl es muy, muy lindo, ¿verdad?”

[Jackie look! // That's the man I was telling you about. // His name is Steve Murphy. He is very cute, right?]

“Meh,” Jackie mumbles, “No es mi tipo, pero… Tú y èl, veo, pero ¿conmigo? No.” She looks from Angie back to this Steve Murphy, suddenly seeing a man just as well dressed by his side, but much more her type. Dark hair, tan skin, and pants that give her flashbacks to the 1970s (which made her all the more interested as hers were as well). He seems a little more brooding than the other man, but Jackie isn’t one to back down from a challenge especially when it consists of getting a fine man like this one’s number. “Angie… ¿Quién es el hombre en la derecha?” She wonders while looking at her friend.

[He's not my type. I can see you and him, but me? No. // Angie, who is the man on the right?]

“Hmm,” Angie mumbles. “No sè. ¿Por qué?” She drunkenly giggles. “¿Crees que él lindo?”

[I don't know, why? You think he's cute?]

Jackie scoffs, batting her eyes back at the man whom she makes eye contact with. She maintains the stare they are sharing while she responds with, “No. No lindo. Él es sexy.”

[Not cute. Sexy.]

“Well,” Angie urges in English which catches Jackie's attention once more. “Go say hola, perra.” Jackie laughs at her friend’s persistence and stumbles over her heels after being gently pushed. The man watches her strut over to him and his friend, eyeing her outfit up and down and making the mental note that she’s not dressed like the average Colombian woman.

[perra = bitch]

American? He wonders.

“Buena,” she says after reaching their bubble. “¿Cómo estáis?”

[Hello, how are you (guys)].

“Somos bien,” the dark-haired man says with a cheeky smile, “¿y tú?” Jackie watches his eyes follow the curvy lines of her legs and hips. He finds the way she bats her eyes a huge turn-on for a reason he cannot explain and he almost falls to his knees when she sends him a more-than-obvious flirty smile.

[We're good, you?]

“Mas o menos,” she shrugs earning a curious looks from the two men, “me sentiría mejor si me dijeras que eres soltero.”

[More or less... I'd feel better if you told me you were single.]

“What’s she saying?” Steve asks with a questionable expression.

“She’s flirting with me, shut up,” Javi utters out of the side of his mouth. Jackie threw him off of his own game, making him feel slightly incompetent but it intrigues him nonetheless. Although he finds her formality a bit strange. “Eres Americana?”

[Are you American?]

“Sí. Mi español es poco formal, claro… Espero que encuentre lindo… Mister.” Jackie sends the tall man a sensual look through her eyelashes, watching his partially exposed chest rise and fall with anticipation. She hopes that maybe he will find her lack of cultural exposure cute or funny enough to keep him intrigued which works wonders on him — he chuckles at her words, admiring her confidence despite the jab he made.

[Yes, my Spanish is a bit formal, of course... I hope you find it cute.]

Why is she here, he thinks, vacation? School? Family? Relocating? He wants to—needs to know more.

“Sí, sí. Eres formal, mm-hmm, pero no limitada,” he adds before offering her a cigarette. She takes it gently and he swears she has the touch of an angel, though he is already a bit tipsy so he might just be being dramatic.

[Yes, true. You are formal, but not limited.]

“Cómo se llama, Papacito?” She daunts seductively after he lights her cigarette.

[What's your name?]

“Me llamo Javi, y el es Steve.”

[My name is Javi and this is Steve.]

“Ah-huh, my friend thinks you’re sexy,” she says to the blonde man. She raises an eyebrow as if she misspoke. “Well, cute. She used the word cute.”

Steve obviously blushes, but slaps his hands on his knees and shakes his head bashfully. “Lo siento, but I am a happily married man.”

[lo siento = i'm sorry]

She feels a bit saddened for her friend but Angie always bounces back fast, so Jackie turns to find her friend dancing in the crowd on a random guy; laughing she looks back at Steve and shrugs. “Looks like she’s already forgotten. She knew you by name though, you come ‘round here often?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” is all he says. He senses the tension between his colleague and Jackie but notices the tension in Javi's pants a little more.

Jackie squints at Steve for his shortness but regains focus on her original intention. She raises her head to watch Javi fold his glasses into his shirt pocket, trying her best to not drool over the prodding veins in his arms or the peak of hair on his chest. Instead, she maintains eye contact (with the occasional glance at his lips) and takes a small step closer to him.

“May I pull you away from your friend?” She asks, just barely speaking above the music. Javi catches the briefest glance into the gaping space between her cleavage and chest, in fact, the glance is so brief that Jackie doesn’t even notice it. He begins to think about what her nipples looked like as well as if she has any hidden tattoos anywhere and if she did, then what would they look like? He can see she’s not one to wear a bra so that makes him wonder if she’s not wearing panties either.

“Only if you tell me your name,” he says hoarsely.

“Jackie. Jackie.”

Jackie Dawns, what a pretty name, Javi thinks, very fitting for the beauty standing in front of me.

She catches Javi looking towards Steve for permission to which Steve doesn’t give him much of a reaction or response, just a sly smirk. Growing impatient, she grabs one of Javi’s hands and pulls him gently. “Only for an hour or two,” she promises.

Well, the hour or two slipped away pretty fast and the sun is beginning to set painting the sky oranges and pinks. The pair can’t seem to get enough of each other, it certainly rolled Steve’s eyes more times than anybody could count, who, by the way, is beginning to regret not bringing his wife as they had originally planned. Watching Javi and Jackie dance together, whether it was slow or fast or romantic or sexual, makes Steve realize how little he has done to show his admiration for his beloved spouse so he gets up from his seat after paying for their drinks and walks towards the tipsy couple.

“Hey, Javi, I’m gonna get home to the misses,” he says in his real thick accent.

Jackie notices the time on a clock nearby, immediately feeling guilty. “Sorry, I musta let the time slip,” she says.

But Steve shakes his head. “No, don’t apologize. Real quick though, when a lady becomes your wife does she still want flowers?” Jackie squints at him again but with more annoyance laced throughout her features. Steve takes that as a yes and nods stiffly. “Flowers it is.”

“Get her flowers she actually likes, not roses just because they're a classic.”

Steve stiffens up even more. “I—…” Guilt riddles his face and Jackie gives him an incredulous look, basically calling him a lousy husband without actually saying it. “I’m gonna go now, uh… See you in the office Monday? All right, bye Javi.” He gives Jackie wide eyes indicating either annoyance or intimidation. “Jackie.”

Javier laughs at Steve as he walks out before turning back to you. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen him speechless,” he laughs.

“Dumbass doesn’t know his wife’s favorite flower,” Jackie as well. She places her hands on his chest and he smiles down at the red nail polish on her long nails. “See something you like?” She flirts after they’ve begun swaying to the music again, both of them noting the Phil Colins song Another Day in Paradise playing.

“Your nails are pretty, just like you,” he practically coos. She touches her nose to his warm one and smiles big and wide. “So… What are you doing here in Colombia?”

“I could ask you the same,” she says, “but because you asked first… I am in medical school.” Javi gives her an impressed look which bothers her, but not for any reasons he could control. “I hate it. It’s not what I wanna do.” She slowly puts space between their faces so that she can look at the specks of sunspots barely showing along his cheekbones.

He shrugs. “So why do it?”

She scoffs and looks down for a moment. Her nails tangle together behind his neck and her cheeks blush at the way he looks at her. “Because my parents would cut me off if I didn’t go.”

“So?”

“You say it like it’s simple.”

“It is.”

She slaps his chest playfully. “Stop using that tone, it’s rude.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, honey.”

Jackie finds herself smiling even harder at the nickname wishing she could hear the way it rolled off of his tongue a hundred more times before the night ends. He has a way of speaking that makes her feel like a teenager in lust again. She feels his hands dip an inch below her waist, and if she could take him on one of the counters nearby she would have her way with him. Those sultry brown eyes of his are the only thing she is praying to see for the rest of the night, though she is willing to sacrifice looking at him if it meant him fucking her through an orgasm.

But she played it cool. A little too cool for Javi’s taste.

“What d’you mean? It’s simple?” She asks.

He wishes he wasn’t so nonchalant about it, knowing good and damn well it’s not that simple most of the time. But he knew what he truly meant. “You won’t get to enjoy any pieces of your life if you ask for permission for everything.”

Jackie is amused, her expression not hiding it either. “Oh, this is coming from the grown-ass man who was about to ask his coworker to dance with a pretty girl?! That is rich.”

Javi takes the hit with stride, using her laughter as a reason to bring his lips to her ear. “You know if you like asking for permission so much… I can make you beg.” He pulls back to look into her now idle eyes. “All you gotta do is ask,” he teases in a whisper.

“What kinda car you drive?”

“Uh…” He is confused by the change in topic. “Cherokee, why?”

“Bigger than mine.” She slowly steps away from him to the door nearby. “I hope that’s okay, Mister?” She pouts at him, waiting for a few seconds.

He pushes the door open and walks behind her. “It certainly is, honey.” They reach his car and he leans her up against the trunk door, hanging his head over hers. “The sunset looks beautiful,” he speaks quietly, gently tracing his calloused fingers over her smooth jawline.

“You’ll look even more beautiful once I get you moaning my name,” she mumbles against his lips.

While he certainly did not doubt her abilities, he wanted to appear stronger than that. “Oh, mi amor, I’ll get you speechless before I’m done with you so then you can beg me to stop.” She shuffles her legs a few times to relieve some tension on her clit, to no avail of course. She’s hoping he’s not all bark and lives up to the aura he gives off. Javi noticing her prolonged silence smirks and gives her lips a sensual kiss. “Looks like I’ve already done it.”

Rolling her eyes, she can’t contain her smile. “Your dick better be good, you little cocky smart ass.” He laughs and opens the passenger door for her, but she just lets herself into the back seat. “Drive somewhere secluded.” He obeys without question, and after only about five minutes of driving he sees her moving in the backseat but before he can process what’s happening she sits her panties over his jean zippers.

He adjusts his rearview mirror so that it’s down on the seductress and sees her eyes reflecting a devilish grin his way. Then he sees her hand trail over her slit, watching her pretty red nails work wonders around her folds to get her juices flowing. He can see that as desperate as she is to please herself she is saving her most sensitive bit for him. His foot presses harder on the gas pedal causing her to giggle; he looks at her reflection again and watches her spread her slit open for him to see. He lets out a heavy sigh and palms his stiff length through his tightening jeans.

Javi makes it to a secluded part of a beach not too long after, wasting no time getting in the back seat next to Jackie; he moans loudly when he presses his lips to hers in hunger, loving the way she clings to him so perfectly. He lays her on her back and gently curls his nails over the outside of her thighs making her whimper. He savors the taste of tequila on her tongue and the smell of her Love’s Baby Soft perfume.

As their tongues tangle together Jackie reaches between their heavy bodies for his belt buckle. He lifts his hips a little to give her more room to work with, but she fumbles over her own eager hands regardless. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t ya?” He laughs over her chin once his pants are unzipped. “Gonna have to teach you some manners.”

“Oh yeah?” Jackie quips, Javi responding with a hum. “How you gonna do that?” She coos while palming him beneath his briefs.

“I can show you better than I can tell you, pretty girl.” She moans and giggles at his response, throwing her head back on the seat and running her hands up his back just to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, dragging them down his back. He hisses at the pain but chuckles regardless. He smacks this side of her thigh a little sharper than he intended, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “I was gonna be a gentleman about it, but—“

“No,” she interrupts, “I want you to use me.” Her nerves are becoming needier and needier, making her feel antsy and more submissive. She doesn’t want just to fuck anymore, she wants to feel controlled and tamed which is out of character for her. Javier normally doesn’t mind obtaining a dominant stance, but he worried he wouldn’t be able to fulfill her particular desires. She seems much more in tune with this realm than he is and the thought of not being able to please her enough crosses his mind more than once…

Much like her, however, he doesn’t back down from a challenge.

“You want me to use you?” He whispers.

“Yes.”

“Is that it? Huh?” He slides his trembling hands up her stomach to her chest to her neck, gripping it tightly causing her to choke and cough a little bit, but the smile on her face tells him to not remove his hand so he tugs at her neck to lift her face to his. “Is this what you want?” He groans. She only nods, feeling out of breath from her excitement, but grips a little tighter making sure he isn’t hurting her. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” She tries to kiss him but he pulls back feeling unsatisfied with her shortness, urging her to use her words once more. “Yes, Javi, te deseo mucho. Dentro de mi.”

[I want you a lot. Inside of me.]

“Mm, mm-hmm,” he moans finally releasing her neck, “Not yet.”

“What?” She exclaims, propping herself up on her elbows. She watches him untuck the rest of his shirt before sliding down to her naval, kissing it tenderly and sending a devious smirk her way. She jumps at the ticklish feeling, giggling out of embarrassment which he finds cute. His mustache scratches at her inner thigh where he places his kisses as she constantly bucks her hips upwards in an attempt to get his lips to her clit, succeeding after a minute or two. He forces her hips down onto the seat and glares at her. “Please, please, I’ll be so good if you do this one thing for me.”

“Well,” he says tauntingly, “that’s an offer I just can’t refuse now, is it?” He drags his tongue all around her vulva for a few seconds to see how impatient she grows but to his surprise, she remains pretty steady, so he decides to reward her with a juicy kiss to her clit.

Her body had been begging for stimulation for so long that the single kiss he gives her is enough to eject a loud moan out of her, one that was full of relief. He chuckles at her response and kisses it the same way again, only this time darting his tongue out for a quick second to get a taste of her skin. He doesn’t taste much, so he goes down to her slit, using his thumbs to spread her sopping lips before laying his tongue flat on her entrance and giving her a series of kitten licks; he moans at the combination of saltiness and sweetness, swearing to himself that he can also taste the fruity shots she was taking earlier. The mix of alcohol and hormones coursing through his body has him feeling more pleasure from eating her out than he would have ever expected. He loves the way her hair falls over her eyes, how her hands fondle her breasts and nipples over her shirt to add to her physical experience as well as his visual one, and how gentle but confident she sounds while she pleads for him to keep licking the way he is—all of the little things he normally doesn’t pay attention to just adding up and giving him reasons to keep going.

His lips permanently planting themselves atop her clit so that he can begin sucking on it is what drives her to the edge. She hits the top of her head on the door behind her from how hard she throws her head back, but she ignores the pain. Realistically she has no choice but to ignore it with how rough he is sucking her into his mouth, still managing to maintain some comfort with his slick lips. As the tingles build deeply inside of her clit her fingers go flying to grip the short hairs on his head. She feels layers of sweat pooling on her forehead and her inner thighs, and her nipples perk up indicating her nearing her orgasm. She cries his name louder and louder, before remembering she promised to be good.

She asks, “Can I come? Can I please come?!” He refuses to lift his head up out of not wanting her to lose this feeling, so he just nods eagerly onto her clit while mumbling mm-hmm’s. “Fuck,” she screams, “yes, please, please, please—“ Her pleas are interrupted by air getting caught in her throat when he clit begins to throb.

Javi almost cums at the feeling of her pussy throbbing between his lips so he lifts his hips a little to halt any friction from the seats. He shakes his head up and down to make a grinding motion on her clit wanting her to feel this good for as long as possible. Her thighs tremble around his ears and his scalp begins to sting with how hard she’s pulling; the knots in her stomach only seem to get bigger and she refuses to pull away. Not like he’d let her anyways, that is until his jaw begins to hurt. He comes up to kiss her again not even bothering to wipe his face clean.

“You wanna be used?” He asks against her lips.

“Mm-hmm,” she moans into their kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How do you want me to use you, baby?”

“Use my mouth.”

His brows raise and he grins wide while she licks her juices off of his stubbly chin. “Your mouth?”

“Mm-hmm,” she repeats.

“How ‘bout…” He pauses to analyze her facial features, spotting some wet mascara on her cheekbone beneath her fallen curls; he smirks as he knows it from her squeezing her eyes shut so hard from her orgasm. “…You ride me until you’re about to cum… And then you let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?” She melts beneath him at his request, fluttering her eyes shut and peppering kisses along his cheeks. “Does that sound good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she corrects. He gives her hip a few love taps, helping her up onto his lap. For the time being neither of them even bother taking his pants off, she just pulls his semi-hard shaft out and traces his warm tip along her folds, sinking onto him slowly. They both gasp the closeness, indulging in the feeling of him stretching her out gently. She pops a hand behind his ear, the other laying flat against his sheened chest. She feels his member twitch and grow harder inside of her, and gives him pleading eyes as she fully sinks him inside of her. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” He encases her face in his clammy palms, adjusting his posture to get more comfortable for her.

“Can I come just one time on you first?”

“No, baby, I told you what I wanted.”

She whines, rolling her eyes. “Just one time, it’ll be so quick—“

“Don’t be stubborn,” he hisses, landing a smack on her ass cheek. He struggles to maintain his composure at how it practically jiggles back into his hand. He smacks it a few more times just to watch her ass move against him, grinning wide at her her body moves. “You said you’d be good for me.” She bites her lip nervously, annoyed at her promise. His dick is now fully hard and he admits, “Your stubbornness is sexy, though.”

She grins bashfully and lifts her hips slowly. “Mmm, I have that effect on you, huh?”

“Sí, mama, me gusta una reto.”

[Yes, mama, I like a challenge.]

“¿Una reto? ¿Qué eso?” She questions as she builds up a steady pace. “A challenge?”

[qué eso = what's that]

“Verdad.” He gently tugs at one of her nipples, memorizing how her discharge feels pooling around the base of his shaft onto his balls. His face contorts when she digs her nail into his chest and feels her walls swell around him.

[Correct.]

He loves the way he fits so perfectly inside of her, the way they both curve into each other is majestic for the pair. She props her feet up onto his thighs and rocks her hips in a grinding motion which makes her pussy feel tighter as he enters and exits repeatedly. His hands grip her hips so tight his knuckles slowly turn white, and he notices that she is out of breath but continues fucking him relentlessly. She had never been so needy for a fuck before; her hair is sticking to the sweat on her forehead, her shirt is clinging to her back, her hips aching from the grip this man has on her — all of these uncomfortable things and all she could think about was riding him as he told her to.

Jackie switches from a grinding motion to bouncing, rounding her shoulders so that her head isn’t hitting the roof. Javier’s fingers find their way to her top to tug some of the buttons loose. He goes to pull it off of her so she moves her arms to make it easier but ends up losing her balance which makes him slip out of her and she nearly falls off of his lap. She laughs at how evident her being tipsy is.

“You okay?” He asks after lifting her back up, placing a few kisses along her newly exposed collarbone.

Giggling some more she nods. “I didn’t realize how much I was leaning on you.”

He smiles, pulling her hands behind her waist and slouching himself further down after putting his aching cock back inside of her. “Let me help you out,” he says, his tone hinting at yet another dare. Locking her arms in place he begins thrusting up into her heat going well beyond her g-spot, but never too far. Her walls begin to spasm against his length and he grunts seemingly angrily. “You better not cum.”

Insistent, she shakes her weak head. “I’m not, I’m not, I promise.”

“Good girl.” He raises one hand up to smack her cheek lightly; she buries her cheek into his palm afterward to signal she wants him to make it feel better which he does. She holds his forearm with her locked hands, scratching at the skin nicely just to feel as much of him as possible. “Cógeme, cariño, ¡cógeme como un rey!”

[Fuck me, honey/love/darling! Fuck me like a king!]

She moans, starts bouncing on him again earning the freedom of her arms, and touches her forehead to his. “Eres el rey de mi mundo, Javi.”

[You are the king of my world, Javi.]

He sweeps her lips up into a kiss as if he were trying to swallow the words as fast as they had come out. Despite his typical confidence with women, he must admit that no one has ever made him feel the way she does. He likes the excitement and the praise, hell her looks alone were getting him rock-hard earlier. He can’t even respond with words, he just reaches his arms around to grab handfuls of her ass to bring her in closer while still kissing her sweetly. Jackie feels the pressure inside of her growing again intensify when Javi uses the pads of his fingers to rub tiny circles on her clit. She claws at his neck and shoulders to draw out the feeling as long as possible without cumming again and before she knows it she hops off of him and kneels between the small space of his legs and the center console.

She practically shoves whatever she can fit of his cock into her mouth, gagging when his tip tickles the back of her throat. His fingers tangle themselves in her hair and he pushes her head down carefully, craving the feeling of her throat closing around his dick. She bobs her head up and down occasionally stopping to take him in her throat whenever she can; a few tears fall from her eyes after gagging so many times so she pulls his length out of her mouth to stroke it with her spit-covered hands and props her mouth on his balls, sliding her tongue around every inch she could reach.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” he moans, “you’re doing such a good job… Yeah, you’re doing so good right now, cariño.” His muscles tense and he flinches when her thumb rubs around his tip so she goes to put him back in her mouth but he stops her. He stares at the strings of spit mixed with her precum all over her chin before enveloping her in a sloppy kiss. He moans at the taste of his cock mixed in with her juices and licks her lips much like he did her clit earlier. “Will you lay down for me right here?” He coos after wrapping his hand around her jaw, the other holding the back of her head in place. She nods and hums to confirm. “Yeah?” He smacks her cheek and it makes her smile. “You like that, princess?” He smacks her a little rougher this time.

“Yes, baby, I love it,” she says.

“Good…” He pecks her lips and taps her jaw a couple of times. “Lay back right here.” They switch spots so that she’s laying where he was once sitting and he removes his pants and boxers. Although her neck feels a bit stiff from her head being pushed up against the back of the seat she knew that once he fills her up again with his cock the pain wouldn’t even be noticeable. She eyes his thick shaft and tip while he slaps it over the skin of her pussy, her eyes growing wide when he slides the head over her sensitive bud. “You want it, baby?”

Jackie doesn’t even bother trying to come up with something witty or bratty to say, all she can say is yes over and over until he teases her dripping entrance. “Javi, te quiero mucho. I want you to fill me up with your—“ A gasp interrupts her begs of desperation after he slides the tip in slowly. He quickly readjusts his legs and pushes her thighs back so they’re flesh against her stomach. “Fuck,” she drags out, “it’s so fucking big.” He fills her up only halfway which gets her to tighten her legs around his hips in an attempt to push him in deeper but he remains idle and slaps her breast. “Please,” she whispers. After he asks what she wants she answers, “I want you—fuck, I love the way you stretch me out, I wanna feel you deep inside of me, baby.” He barely slides inside of her a little more earning whimpers from either of them but mostly her. “Please,” she begs.

[te quiero mucho = i want you so much (in this context).]

He presses his palm onto her pelvis with fingers pushing into her stomach so that she can feel him in even the deepest parts of her body. She whines out at how deep he goes, thankful he’s doing just enough to not hurt her cervix. She feels an awkward urge to pee but before she can say anything her squirt begins to splash everywhere.

“Look at that!” Javi boasts, not even thinking to stop his rhythm. “My God, girl, you are just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Profusely blushing at his compliment she puts her hand down to signal she needs a break, but he just frowns at her and goes, “Move your hand.”

She decides to defy him and tries to wiggle out of his grip to get a reaction out of him. “No,” she quips with a grin.

“I said…” He slams her hand above her head and buries his cock deep inside of her. “Move your fucking hand.”

She sarcastically pouts. “Awe. What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

In the blink of an eye, his warm hand is wrapped around her neck. “I can do that.”

But still, she doesn’t let up, wondering how much she can get away with. “How you gon’ do it? Stick it in my ass?”

He incredulously chuckles and ponders on whether or not this is just an extremely vivid dream he’s having. He decides speaking would just egg her on to push his buttons even more so he pulls out, lines his tip up with her ass, and pushes it in slowly. She gasps with alertness in her expression—she didn’t think he would really do it. Most guys she asked didn’t, and if they did they asked if she was sure.

Not Javi. Not tonight. Not after the shitty fucking week he had. He took this woman’s confidence as a sign to take what he wants as long as the offer was on the table.

That’s what makes her even more aroused.

Watching his spit drip from his lip straight down to his dick before he slides deeper inside of her Jackie finds herself rubbing her clit and admiring the man above her. A man that knows what he wants, she thinks, and takes it? I like him. She knows the chances of them ever seeing each other again were slim to none, but she’ll always remember him.

Javi. Dark and unruly curls, soft brown eyes with harsh wrinkles surrounding them, broad but slender shoulders and calloused hands that touch her so gently, and a voice so deep it nearly rumbles inside his chest.

She bites her lip trying to ignore the pain she feels. Instead, she focuses on his mannerisms: his chest rising and falling while he slides his length inside her tight hole. The way he will pause to glance up at her ensuring her comfort. He feels her tighten around him so many times he was sure it must have hurt but every time he looks at her he sees her pleading for more with her pretty and low eyes. He manages to get about two-thirds of the way in before it becomes too tight for him.

“That feel good?” He questions, pursing his lips anxiously after she says yes. He spits a couple more times to help relax her muscles, but he notices her eyebrows furrow. Placing a few kisses on her forehead he tells her, “I got you, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“I’m fine, it’s just been a while,” she chuckles nervously. “That’s good!” She squeaks when he settles at a steady pace. He smiles down at her and slips his tongue into her open mouth, moaning at the sound of her whines. He rubs his thumb over her clit and fights her tongue with his own, letting her into his mouth eventually. She moans at the taste of her still on his lips, digging her knees into his sides and tugging at the ends of his hair. Her wetness overflows onto his cock helping lubricate her entrance. She tightens around him to add more stimulation for him and that causes him to collapse atop her body. His body is overwhelmed but he can’t get enough of how dirty she is by letting him have her—all of her. “Quiero hacerte amor con mi culo, papi,” she shouts. “Mi cuerpo te pertenece.”

[I want to make love to you with my ass, daddy. My body belongs to you.]

“Tu español suena mejor con mi reata dentro de ti, ¿sí o no?” He grips her ass to lift her hips higher, to make her more level with him.

[Your Spanish sounds much better when my dick is inside of you, no?]

Jackie trembles in his arms, crying out at the feeling of constantly being stretched out by him. “Claro, claro que sí,” she screams breathlessly. She reaches to grab the door nearby as she doesn’t want to scratch him and her fingers wipe away some of the thick fog on his car windows. She glances outside and notices how dark it has gotten, but she didn’t want him to stop edging himself inside of her. She sees how much he loves being in her mouth, her pussy, and now her ass, she just doesn’t know how much more pounding she can take.

[claro = of course; claro que sí = of course it does (in this context).]

Sweat drips down from his temples to his jawline from the thick air inside of the car and the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not finish inside of her ass. He isn’t sure where she wants it, so before he cums for her he pulls out so suddenly it takes her a few seconds to realize he’d done it. “Where do you want it, babygirl? Hmm?” He whispers against her ear.

“Hmm?” She questions.

They nibble and kiss each other enjoying the small break. “My cum. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she speaks strongly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Didn’t I just tell you that my body belongs to you, daddy?”

His eyes roll beneath his heavy eyelids. “If you had to choose…” He says regaining his composure (or what was left of it).

“If I had to choose?” Jackie grabs his dick and lines it back up with her vagina, forcing her hips forward to push his tip inside of her. “My pussy.”

He likes her answer so he just presses the rest of his dick inside of her. “Mm, I’m thinking right…” He rubs the deepest parts of her with his swollen shaft. “Here.” Her nipples harden at the feeling of him grinding himself against her walls and the stubbly hair on his pelvis tickles her clit enough to elicit a few moans from her. “You’re still so goddamn tight for me, my fucking God.” She clenches even harder around him at his little praises, telling him thank you and littering kisses all around his neck and shoulders. “Sweetheart, if you wanted I would fuck you every day.” At last, he pumps in and out of her, telling her, “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight… You anything else you want me to do—do for you?” He grips her ass even harder, holding off his nearing orgasm as long as possible.

Her fatigued eyes barely open to look up at him, and she sloppily pushes her wet baby hairs out of her face. “I ju—oh, I just want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?”

She cups his face in her hands lovingly with a persuasive smile on her lips. “I want you to empty your balls inside of me.”

“Oh, fuck.” His face drops into the curve of her neck.

She feels his cock twitch inside of her and it encourages her to keep talking. “I want you to fucking use me, use my pussy to cum. Yes!”

He buries himself as deeply as possible for a few thrusts, and she feels him pouring his seed inside her. Their moans and pleads mixing in the air is just enough to get one final, but short orgasm. Nothing near as powerful as before but an accomplishment for her nonetheless. He pushes his shoulders up and off of her to give their warm bodies a sense of space, but he fails to stay up for long and lands right back on her chest once again which gets a tired laugh out of her.

After a short while, he pulls out and spreads her shaky legs apart to watch his cum slowly pour out from between her wet lips. Admiring how pretty her messy body looks he leans down to place a warm kiss on her clit one last time. She flinches at the feeling but remains still in her position. She rests her eyes and runs a hand over her stomach.

He remembers that he has some napkins in his glove compartment, reaching for them and then carefully cleaning her up before he cleans himself. He sees how much more worn out she seems than him so he helps her move to give him space beside her, then twists her legs into his lap. He grabs his cigarettes from the car floor along with a light; he pops one in his mouth and hands another to her.

The pair are silent for about five minutes as neither of them feel the need to speak immediately to fill the air. They want to enjoy their highs and prolong it with nicotine. After they smoke up half their cigarettes and air out the car a bit by rolling a window down an inch or two Javi finds himself the first to break the silence.

“¿Cómo estás ahora?”

[How are you doing now?]

“Muy, muy bien, querida. Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

[querida = love/dear/darling]

It takes him a moment to realize that despite the domination she was seeking from him she still wanted to be cared for. “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t need to thank me.”

“Mm,” she groans before tossing her cigarette out of the window just before he does the same, “I know that, but you’re a man who deserves all the praise.” He smiles at the comment, reaching a hand between her hair and jawbone. “You never answered my question… Why are you in Columbia?”

“Work, confidential bullshit.”

She reaches for his chin to give it a small pinch. “I’m sure you’re amazing.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Come ‘er.” They move so that he is lying between her legs and his head is resting on her chest.

“Hey, Jackie?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite flower?”

She laughs loudly at this and plays with his hair while she thinks of her response. “Tulips. I love tulips.”

“Tulips, eh?”

“Don’t be surprising me at my job with some damn flowers now.”

He pops his head up defensively. “I’d have to know where you worked to do that… Where do you work?”

They both laugh and she gives him a tender kiss. “I actually don’t work right now, I’m living off of trust fund money.”

“Ah, where do you live?”

She frowns seemingly offended. “I am not telling you where I live after only knowing you a day!” He can see through her bullshit easily. She wants to see him again, she’s just being cautious. Not like he blamed her for it, but he found her attempt at lying cute.