#tú decides

[gaussmultimedia]

La Hauss. Máster Online Diseño Visual 2021-22. Vídeo promocional para proyecto de campaña para Airbnb “Tú decides cómo ver el mundo”. Trabajo de Belén Gil Dos Anjos.

[comiiical]

I'm way too museful >.<

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

we as a society need to talk more about la canción más hermosa del mundo by joaquín sabina i think

[kingalooo]

❀𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 *:･ﾟ

A little jealous dbf!miguel x fem!reader for those who are like me and are STARVED for more of this man. It’s concerning how much I want him :(((

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: After a sorority event at your college a guy decides to give you flowers. Bringing them home with you, your dads best friend Miguel gets a little jealous.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: dbf!miguel x fem!reader

Proof read-ish

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(Outfit: baby pink long sleeve with really short shorts for the thick mamis yummy)

A crush was an understatement.

Definitely an understatement when it came to this man.

I peered outside of my bedroom window to look down at the pair that were standing in the yard. My attention wasn’t currently on my dad that hadn’t stopped talking for the past 5 minutes but instead was on the other man directly in front of him.

It was as if God himself came down to earth just to carve this handsome and incredibly sexy human being into existence.

Miguel continued nodding to whatever was coming out of my dads mouth with his arms crossed over his chest, making his veins fairly visible even at a distance. I felt myself drooling over this man. Quickly shaking my head I grabbed my school backpack and headed off to the sorority meeting that I needed to attend.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the door to face both of the men outside.

“Princesa! A donde vas?” My dad quickly turned his attention to me as I opened the door, making Miguel’s eyes stray. I gulped. (Princess! Where are you going?)

“Apa I have to go see my sorority team for our charity event today, remember?” I crossed my arms over my chest as I spoke, knowing he had completely forgotten. (Apa- Dad)

“Ya te estás poniendo viejo! Como no te vas a acordar de los eventos de tu hija?” Miguel playfully hit my dads shoulder as he spoke. (You’re getting old! How are you going to forget your daughter's events?)

My eyes darted to Miguel as he made his comment. My dad instantly glared at him before turning back to me.

“Okay que te vaya bien mi niña…” My dad sighed before giving me a kiss on the forehead. Miguel stood there eyeing me before giving me a small grin and waving his hand. (Okay my girl good luck)

“Como andas mami?” He asked kindly, I felt my heart skip a beat. With a genuine smile I make my way towards him as well to give him a hug. He placed his big hands on my waist and gripped my hips tightly. (How are you mami?)

“I-I’m good…y tú?” Fuck me. God was not on my side this morning with the way my legs gave in a bit. I felt my face heat up as I quickly pulled away from his grasp. My gaze found his, he grinned down at me it almost felt taunting.(and you?)

“Bien mami, que te vaya bien hoy al rato nos vemos.” He said softly before turning his attention back to my dad. I nodded quickly and said goodbye to both of them before heading to my car. (Good mami, good luck I��ll see you later.)

My mind was everywhere after that simple conversation, it’s been like this since my dad and him became friends back in my freshman year of college. Both of them ended up working at the same carpenters company and became close instantly. He would invite Miguel to our cookouts, family parties, or just to watch the soccer games. My heart would beat out of my chest anytime he’d come over. Whenever he would come talk to me and let me chismear with him about college, he would always seem so interested in how I was and how school/life was going. Which was one of the reasons why I was starting to crush on him. (Chismear = gossip)

Not just because of how undoubtedly attractive he was. But it was definitely on the list.

I tried my best to draw my attention to anyone else in school to at least diminish the crush but it never worked. It would always be the comparisons between the guy and Miguel.

Was he attentive? No. Miguel would always be attentive to me.

Did he make sure to make me feel comfortable? No. Miguel always makes me feel comfortable.

Does he know your favorite color? No. Miguel knows my favorite color.

No.

No.

No.

It was aggravating how none of these other guys, who were my age, fit the Miguel checkbox. It was tiring enough to have a crush on my dads best friend.

•✿❀✿•

The sororitys charity event had gone smooth thankfully. It was dark out by the time I got back home. I quickly lock my car and unlock the front door to the house. Chatting and laughter was instantly heard as I stepped in.

He’s still here?

I grip the bouquet of flowers in my hands and make my way into the living room.

“I’m back apa.” I say before giving my dad a kiss on the cheek.

“Como te fue mija? Y esas flores que?” My dad asked curiously as he eyed the bouquet in my hand. I flush instantly. (How did it go sweety? And what about those flowers?)

“The event went well! A-Ah…this guy at the charity event gave them to me! He was one of the freshmen that came to assist us.” I stammer noticing Miguel’s stare from the corner of my eye.

“Why?”

Both mine and my dads eyes snapped towards Miguel. His tone wasn’t soft and sweet like how he would always talk to me but instead cold and harsh. After noticing the questioning looks me and my dad were giving him, he quickly changed his intense expression.

“I mean…was it for all of you girls or for the event?” He cleared his throat and caught himself quickly.

“Oh…no it was just for me actually. It was a really nice gesture.” I smiled genuinely as I tried to ease the awkwardness. My dad chuckled.

“He likes you~” My dad teased while poking my ticklish side.

“Apa no! He was just being sweet, that's all!” I frowned at him and swatted his hand away.

Miguel on the other end wasn’t having it. He was fuming in his seat as he took another sip of the beer in his hand. His eyes stayed on the bouquet of roses in your hand making him want to throw them away just to get you a better bouquet and not from some random boy.

Was it stupid to be jealous over someone younger than him? Sure. Did he give a fuck? Definitely not.

The daughter of his best friend has been a plague in his mind ever since he stepped in this house. He purposely tried to come over any chance he could just to see you. The way it was obvious how nervous you would get whenever he was around. The way you stammer over your words whenever he gets too close. The way your innocent eyes would look at him. He desperately wanted to see those eyes rolling back as he ruined you and pounded into you mercilessly.

It was addicting.

Too addicting.

Sometimes he’d have to keep himself from looking too long just like today. Those fucking shorts were too short for your own damn good. The plumpness of your thighs and how the meat of your ass was almost out for everyone’s eyes. It was too much for him. The way the color pink makes you look so innocent but so sexy at the same time made him go ballistic.

The sudden sound of a phone ringing snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Pinche madre… ahorita vengo me anda llamando el jefe. Bueno!” My dads voice echoed down the hall into his bedroom as he shut the door behind him. (Motherfucker…I’ll be right back, the boss is calling me. Hello?)

Silence.

I cleared my throat before heading into the kitchen and leaving the flowers on the counter. My heart was racing too much. I tried to keep my cool before speaking again.

“Do you want anything else to drink Miggy?” I called out to him.

Silence.

“Miguel?” I called out again. I pursued my lips together as I heard footsteps, assuming they were my dads I turn my back to the living room and grab water. The foot steps drew closer while I turned back around with a cup of water in my hand.

“Is Miguel mad apa?-“ I ask before two arms trapped me against the counter. My eyes widen as I look up to see Miguel’s eyes staring back down at me.

“Am I mad?” He asks back in a harsh tone.

My mouth fell open as I tried to answer back with my mind going completely blank.

“Cant even get an answer back…” He spit, he took the cup from my hand and took a sip before putting off to the side.

“I am mad mami because some random little boy decided to give you flowers…” He said with a grin before twirling a strand of my hair with his finger. My brows furrow, my hands press against his chest.

“And what about it? I-It was just a nice gesture!” I say back and turn away from him with a huff.

“Ha…a nice gesture? Don’t defend him mami because you and me both know that little shit likes you…”

I don’t respond but instead pushed him away from me. He stared down at me as I put some distance between the two of us.

“Why are you mad about it anyway…”

I mumble turning my back to him. My fingers delicately run over the petals before his hand gripped my wrist in a swift motion. His chest was pressed against my back as he leaned into my ear.

“Because I don’t want any man giving my girl flowers…”

Holy shit.

My breath hitched but not only because of how close he was. But “My girl?” My legs quivered a bit but I tried my best to stand my ground.

“No soy tuya…” I spit back knowing damn well I would drop at the chance of being called his again. He chuckled in my ear before pressing himself closer against me. (I’m not yours)

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like me mami. Those pretty eyes of yours tell me everything I need to know…” He whispered as his hand trailed up and down my waist.

“Miguel my dad is going to come out any minute!” I try to push back only to be met with his hips pressed against my ass. His hand grips my waist as he rubs himself against me.

“Mami me vale, lo único que quiero ahorita es tenerte para mi y solo para mi…” The tone in his voice softened down almost to a whisper. The way he spoke did something to me, it made me not care about my surroundings and the consequences of getting caught. I threw any sense of control away as I slowly leaned down on the counter to arch my back a bit. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. (Mami I don’t care, the only thing I want right now is to have you and only for me)

“Ves? Sueño en tenerte así…” He moaned softly, seeing me oblige to his touch. (See? I dream about having you like this)

”¿Sueñas conmigo?” I tease, completely letting go of the shyness that I originally felt. I rub my ass against his stiff erection that touched my inner thigh. He groaned in response. (You dream about me?)

“How the fuck could I not? Mírate mami…te rezo…” His tone only made me weak. He thrusted against my clothed area almost begging to take off what was separating us. (Look at you mami…I pray for you)

“Miguel~…” A soft whine left my lips as the dry thrusts were only making my neediness worse. He huffed in a frustrated manner.

“Fuck this.” Was all he said before moving the denim fabric to the side as he inserted two fingers into my dripping cunt. A small moan left my lips before my hand quickly covered my mouth.

“Calladita mami…we wouldn’t want your dad to hear how needy you are do we?” He whispers in my ear as he pumped faster into my cunt. My eyes shut tightly while my walls tighten around his thick fingers. (Quite Mami)

“You’re swallowing me mami…”

His dirty words only made me want more from him. My dad begin a couple rooms down from us completely left my mind, all I could think of now was Miguel. The adrenaline was sky rocketing as my hips bucked against his fingers for more friction.

“M-Miguel this- this isn’t right…” I moan helplessly, feeling a knot in my stomach forming once he sped up.

“Oh but it’s so right mami…look at you moving all on your own for my fingers.” He mused in my ear. Quiet moans were muffled by my hand as he continued to finger me mercilessly. But before I could release against him, the soft vibration of my phone echoed in the kitchen. My eyes darted instantly to the phone next to me before Miguel’s hand grabbed it. A small ‘tsk’ left his lips before he clicked answer.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi is Y/N there?”

“She’s busy right now. Who is this?” He mumbled back in an annoyed tone as he slowed his pace. I whine softly and I turn to glare at him.

“Can you let her know that Eric from the charity event called? I just wanted to ask if she liked the flowers…”

My eyes widen once I heard that familiar voice. Miguel instantly inserted another finger and fastened his pace again but this time more aggressively. I gripped the counter top tightly trying to hold back my moans while he was on the phone.

“We’ll this is her boyfriend speaking and I’d appreciate you not giving my girlfriend flowers.” He spat back before hanging up and putting the phone back down of the counter.

“Did you like the flowers mami? Tell me right now if you liked him giving you those fucking flowers.” He asked harshly into my ear as he continued pumping into me. I shook my head in response, feeling my release nearing again.

“Use your words mami…”

“N-No~ I-I didn’t like them…” I whine back as quietly as possible.

Satisfied, he pumped faster and faster before my sweet release dripped all over his hand. I held myself up with the little bit of energy I had left in me before standing up straight again.

“That’s my girl…always doing so good for me…” He said, staring down at me with a smirk as he licked on his fingers and hand until he was all cleaned up. He pulled me against his chest while I adjusted my shorts again before frowning at him.

“You didn’t have to be so mean you know?” I cross my arms over my chest as I tried to ease my panting. He shrugged before kissing my cheek.

“Serves him right for liking my girl.”

“Dónde están?” (Where are you guys?)

Our heads snapped to the sound of my dads voice getting closer. I pushed him away and quickly sat on the opposite side of the counter before my dad came in.

“Aquí estamos apa!” I say back. He stepped into the kitchen and stared at the both of us. (We’re in here dad!)

“Por que tan callados?” He asked suspiciously, turning his attention to Miguel who shrugged. (Why are you guys so quiet?)

“Por nada solo le decía que ese muchacho que le dio flores está enamorado de ella” Miguel smiled in a teasing manner before my dad turned back to me. (Nothing, I was just telling her that the guy that gave her flowers has a crush on her.)

“A lo mejor si mija échale ojo!” My dad laughed before going back into the living room. (Maybe my girl, keep an eye on him!)

I glared at him. He motioned me over with his hand, making sure my dad was out of sight. I peer into the living room before going back to him again.

“What?” I whisper.

“There’s gonna be something waiting for you tomorrow morning. Be on the look out okay?” He whispered back before planting another kiss on my cheek. I smiled before nodding as we both head back into the living room.

•✿❀✿•

I woke up bright and early to get a head start on my homework before running some errands. After finishing some assignments there was a soft knock at the front door. I waited a bit before heading out and opening the door.

An enormous bouquet of roses laid on the door mat. My mouth fell open as I looked around for anyone in sight that could have left them. I pick them up and shut the door behind me. There was a small note on the top that read:

“Estas flores son más hermosas que las que te dio ese idiota.

Con mucho amor, M”

(These flowers are way more beautiful than the ones that idiot gave you. With love, M)

Yeah. Definitely an understatement.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Patience

Alexia putellas x equestrian!reader

Warnings:rushed shitty writing, not proofread

“Vamos!” You shout arms outstretched above your head in relief and excitement as you watch the Spanish girls dance around the pitch hugging one another and thanking their Japanese opponents, your mamí wraps her arms around you tightly pulling you into a hug “Oh, Potro, eso fue increíble” You let out a small laugh hugging her tighter “Conozco a Mamí y esto es solo el principio, VAMOS ESPAÑA”

You smile watching the team happily talk to each other about the match that has just taken place before deciding to call it a night, you had one final training session before you would have to take part in the first round of the eventing on the 27th.

Your least favourite event was dressage, you hated how meticulous it was how precise, everything had to be on point, one wrong stride and you would be falling down the table, the bid for a medal slipping further away. But dressage was like a dance, a dance where your dance partner is your horse Once fuertes, you lead and he follows in time to the music.

When it’s over and you see your name sitting in first place and you don’t seem to dislike it as much, you are happy with your dance partner, with the precision of his hooves through the sand his strides perfect, of course it is you who cause the fault only a slight one but still you have raked up 16.00 penalty points.

1.5 penalty points less than your closest opponent but it’s not enough.

“Lo siento, mamá, debería haber sido mejor” you fall into your mothers arms “Potro, it was perfect, parada being so hard on yourself, tienes razón donde necesitas ser un potro, llegarás allí, solo espera.” All you can do is let out a grunt as you push off her and turn to follow your grooming team.

You don’t get a day to relax, to process your recent accomplishments instead your sitting on Once fuertes in a forest in Versailles getting ready to take part in the cross country trail for both Spain and yourself just like yesterday.

Only today is not a dance, today is a race against a nine point two minute clock and twenty eight fences/obstacles in the way. Once fuertes is big at 17.5 hands these obstacles will be nothing for him the time trial a minuscule thought for such a long strided horse like him, but it’s up to you to get him there.

You do so perfectly, you trust in him to leap over every obstacle and land ready to race towards the next and he does it without hesitation yet you don’t stop talking to him pushing him forward edging him to go faster to jump higher and it pays off. You hold your lead. You’re still number one, still in position for gold. Your first gold.

Your happier this time around, your mother can tell just from the way your hunched over Once talking to him happily “ Oh, mi chico, eres increíble, eres perfecto, podríamos hacer esto, yo y tú, once, yo y podrías ganarlo todo, oh, ese es mi sueño para ti y para mí.” Your mother pats Once happily “Bien hecho once, gracias por cuidar de mi potro” you beam down at your mother before swinging your leg over and jumping down from the thoroughbred laughing happily as your mamí pulls you in for another bone crushing hug “Dios mío, mamá I think we might actually have a chance, we might actually place on the podium me and Spain, me and Once.” Tears spring to your mothers eyes, happy tears at your growing excitement, at your accomplishments so far “I don’t think you’ll just place Potro, you will win it all, you and España and Once, you will win the gold.” You shake your head not wanting to get your hopes up just yet “Paciencia, es todo lo que tengo en este deporte.” Your mother squeezed your arms before letting you stand back as you got ready to follow your groomers again “you sound just like your Papá.”

It’s not over, far from it, you still have the eventing show jumping tomorrow, the team final and the individual qualifiers but tonight you can relax, tonight you get to watch La Rojas face off against Nigeria, tonight you get to focus back on a different race for a podium and your happy to get to switch off even just for an hour.

You sit happily in the Olympic village with your team around a table as you watch the girls battle it out, fighting for a point that never seems to come. “Uhh, no van a anotar, quiero decir, vamos, quedan diez minutos.” Your teammate Carlos shakes his head, you simply smile and shake your head “Paciencia Carlos, they will strike when they are good and ready. She will strike when she is good and ready.” The team laugh at your faith in the Spanish girls, your faith in your favourite player La Reina herself, but it is you who is laughing five minutes later when Alexia scores the only goal of the match “Mira, te lo dije, when she is good and ready.”

You look out at the castle the next morning getting ready to walk the course with your teammates insuring you know your route, your strides, when to push Once on more with your leg and when to let off, to losen the reins, this is it, you could win your first gold medal today with Spain, your first gold medal as an individual, you just have to be patient.

You must qualify in the top twenty five to reach the individual qualifiers, you must be in the top twenty five to win, you have to jump a clear round all while staying within the eighty second time period. Once has to stay calm, so you have to stay calm, Once must keep his strides precise, he can’t over stretch, he might knock a pole if he does, he might knock more than one and the penalties you have been working so hard to keep down could wrack up suddenly, but again your against the clock a time trial, you have to do this fast, he has to do this fast, you both have to do this fast and clean together, it’s the only way you will keep your spot.

And you do. You jump last for Spain, you jump clear for Spain, for your self, to qualify for the individual medal, not a single pole rocked within the cups and you stayed five seconds under the time limit, for Spain, for you and Once, you were perfect, he was perfect, now it’s a waiting game as the last five jumpers get ready to try and knock Spain off the gold position.

None of your other teammates scores are as perfect as yours but they aren’t the worst, not even middle, they are comfortably in the top twenty and so you stand in the stands to watch the final rider with bated breath.

Great Britain sit second, France sit third and with Tom McEwans for Great Britain four faults in his round he seals the deal on all three podium spots, you have done it, you’ve won a gold medal, Spain have won a gold medal, Once has won you both a gold medal and now you have to refocus to win your individual one.

Your jumping last out of the twenty five riders, you sit in first and you can’t do anything except watch how the riders ahead of you take this new course, their turns, their leg sheathed it’s on or off, how their horses react, you watch the screen as the names move up and down below the top four, the top four, four faults sit between you all, four faults is all it will take for you to drop off the podium altogether, for this to be all for nothing and as your time comes closer it seems to be the only thing swimming around your head.

But it clears, it clears as you swing your leg over Once and as your mamí squeezes your leg before turning to the thoroughbred “Enciérdala por mí, cuida a mi pequeño potro.”

Sixty seconds till your gold medal, sixty seconds till you hold a gold medal, till you and Once become Olympic champions sixty seconds and a clear round.

You don’t remember the course, you don’t remember starting the course, but the roar as Once touches the ground on the far side of the final fence, clear, two seconds under the time giving, clear, clear, he jumped clear, you jumped clear both of you together jumped clear, your an Olympic champion, Once is an Olympic champion, Spain are Olympic champions and all you can do is look towards the sky and shout.

You arrive back to the village beaming, two gold medals around your neck, a team and an individual, you won’t have time to celebrate it, not yet, the games aren’t over but for now you beam and let out quite thanks you’d as athletes pass you in the village congratulating you as they pass.

You freeze as a certain athlete stands in front of you “Guau, hace tres días y ya tienes dos medallas de oro, debes ser bueno.” Your frozen unable speak, unable to think, unable to breath. She’s gorgeous, she’s breathtaking and she’s standing right in front of you. “No, No not really.” She smiles holding out her hand to you “I’m Alexia.” You look at her hand before taking it gently, scared your hand might pass through hers “I-I am Y/n.” Alexia beams happily holding your hand for far longer than she expected but she thinks you’re gorgeous, that you’re breathtaking and so she doesn’t mind “I was going to get a go coffee, would you like to join me.” You nod before finding your words “Sí, me encantaría.”

You let out a laugh as Alexia tells you of her younger sister Alba stating that the only role she wanted in the Olympics was that of a WAG or singing in the opening ceremony.

You sit happily listening to her talk about her family, talks about them like you have known her and them forever, you want to ask about her father but decide that if she isn’t happy mentioning him to you, a complete stranger she met mere hours ago then you weren’t going to ask.

“I am here for Fútbol.” You nodded “Sí, I-I am a fan.” Alexia doesn’t react like you thought she would, her smile seems to grow “a fan, of Spain?, of Barcelona?, of me?.” You laugh “De todos ustedes, de España, de Barcelona de ustedes, la Reina- I have been in love with fútbol my entire life, I have been a culers my entire life, and I have been a fan of you since you started playing.” Alexia lets out a sigh, a content sigh. “That is good, because I don’t think I could give my phone number to a Real Madrid supporter.” You laugh again this time sliding your phone over to the older girl.

Alexia watch’s you as she types in her number, adding emojis to her name. “So you never told me what sport you’re so great at that you won both of your medals for.” You blush as the conversation turns to you, you were quite content listening to Alexia talk and now she had switched to you. “Ecuestre, this one is from the team eventing so Yo y otros tres ciclistas ganamos este.” You hold out your team gold medal for Alexia to inspect “Y entonces this one is my individual medal, but really I couldn’t have done it without Once.” You hold out your individual medal as Alexia’s eyebrows raise “what is your horses name.” You smile “Once fuertes” Alexia nods approving “eleven is a strong number alright.” You let out a giggle taking back your medals “so what does Once get.” You go to take your phone out to show her pictures of the thoroughbred “he gets a rosette, and carrots, lots of carrots.” Alexia let’s out a small oh “well that’s not fair.” You pause as you go to hand over your phone “what do you mean.” Alexia shrugs “well your job is easy, the horse does all the work, so shouldn’t he get a better prize.” You feel your face heat up and turn bright red from embarrassment, as you smile sheepishly putting your phone back in your pocket, you push your chair to get up from the table and Alexia can tell she’s said the wrong thing “Y/n.” You ignore her as you stand “Good luck for the rest of the games.” You leave immediately as Alexia shakes her head “Joder.”

Alexia tried texting you but your not answering and so she decides to see if you have any social media, with a quick google of your name Alexia feels her guilt increase ten fold “Y/n Ferré Balagueró dedicates her Olympic wins to her father.” “MIERDA”

[blondieeu]

resentment. connie s.

connie who’s been fluent in spanish his whole life, his first language actually decides to teach you the language because regardless if you’re just two collage kids in love, when you get married he wants your kids first language to be spanish too.

so he takes the time out his day to really sit with you in the lonely campus library and explain it with love because it’s something he really really wants with you.

“tú eres means you are, yo soy is i am. you get it? so let me give you an example, tú eres muy artística y bonita. you understand?”

“mmhm”

“why can’t you pay attention mama what’s wrong?”

you nod in a daze, barely even all the way there with the back of your pen almost stuck between your lips, eyes on his pretty brown ones. honestly, constance springer was the hottest man alive when he spoke spanish.

connie snapped an impatient finger in your face as he tried to read your expression, pulling you closer to him on the library booth chair so he could understand you better.

“nun, jus can’t focus well connie”

he smacked his teeth and looked at you with an eyebrow up, the one that he had slit. constance kinda had a stink expression.

“you know what i’m sayin’ when im doggin’ yo shit inna nother language, so what’s the difference?”

you felt yourself get quiet and your body get a little hotter while you sat next to him, starting to fan yourself with your acrylics.

“¿eso es lo que te ayudará a concentrarte, bebé?” (is that what’s gonna help you focus baby?)

he whispered, pulling your body effortlessly onto him with tattooed arms and hands to put you into a straddle form. he let your hips rock back and forth over his pants, a slow but noticeable motion that definitely displayed how you felt in the moment.

“you wan’ do this here, really?”

you rubbed on his shoulders, feeling that damn compression shirt get in the way of gazing at your man’s tatted chest, so you slid your hands down to the hem of said shirt and worked it up his stomach.

“mmm, that’s not true connie..i can focus.”

connie smiled a wicked smile, tooth gems sparkling in the dim light. and he pushed all your hair to the side so he could whisper into your ear better.

“si eso no es cierto?” (yea that’s not true?)

connie left wet kisses on your neck. his hands rubbed at your ass before sliding under your shirt and up your back, touching at your bra strap like he was bout to take it off.

“ s’ not connie. don’t be mean..”

he chuckled wrapping his arms around your waist to feel you grind down on him a little harder, groaning a bit and silently grateful the nobody really used the library on campus.. and it was pretty late so nobody was gonna come.

“you realize that was in spanish right mama?”

blondieeu xx

[junmsli]

so it goes

pairing. enzo vogrincic x virgin!reader

cw/tw. smut, praise, oral sex (reader y enzo reciben), enzo un poco posesivo, virgin!reader, piv sex, established relationship, unprotected sex, edades no especificadas, afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.

word count. 4.4k+

rating. +18

no es un secreto para nadie que la virginidad es solo un constructo inventado desde el machismo. las mujeres no sufren de ningún tipo de cambio después de tener relaciones sexuales por primera vez. a pesar de saber que el concepto de la virgnidad no tiene ni pies ni cabeza, siempre pensaste que tu primera vez sería con alguien que de verdad significase algo para ti.

con un novio como enzo, sabías que la comodidad y el respeto son cosas con las que puedes contar, ya sea en este tema en específico o en cualquier otro aspecto, el peli negro encaja en tu definición de confianza.

enzo va a ser paciente y amable contigo, te dices a ti misma y sacudes tu cabeza buscando desaparecer de tu mente todo lo que piensas podría salir mal, ¿por qué llenar tu mente de todos los posibles escenarios negativos? todo irá bien y tendrás otro recuerdo precioso con tu novio que llevarás contigo con mucho cariño.

prefieres no darle más vueltas al asunto y buscas en tu armario un outfit para la cita de hoy. el plan era ir al nuevo restaurante frente a la playa, irían un poquito antes de las 7pm para apreciar la puesta del sol en la arena, la ida al restaurante y la cena, por último, volverían hacia el departamento del mayor.

habían hablado del tema la tercera noche que habías pasado en su departamento, discutiendo todo lo que pasaba por tu mente sobre tu falta de experiencia.

“¿te molesta esperar?”

“¿por qué me molestaría esperar?” enzo te había contestado, haciendo latir más rápido tu corazón. ambos acostados en la cama de él, viendo hacia el techo y tomándose de la mano después de una sesión de besos más que intensa.

luego de lo que parecieron horas, decidiste ponerte tu vestido favorito, de color negro, bastante cómodo y ligero. escuchaste la puerta ser tocada y miraste hacia tu reloj, notando que el mayor había llegado un minuto antes de lo acordado.

 “ya voy” dices en voz alta y te pones en marcha para abrirle, encarando al pelinegro, que como tu, tenía una cálida sonrisa en su rostro “hola, linda” dice enzo, elimina la distancia entre ambos y pone sus manos tu cintura, miradas encontrándose y diciendo en aquel lenguaje único cuanto se extrañaron y cuánto aman estar en la presencia del otro. 

“¿soy linda?” tú dices con una sonrisa llena de diversión.

“tan linda que sos lo único en lo que puedo pensar, sos muy preciosa” contesta, lo que hace calentar tus mejillas. se aleja de ti solo para tomar una de tus manos con una de la suyas. caminan de la mano hacia la salida del edificio, en busca de un taxi.

después de algunos minutos se suben al auto que los conducirá hasta la playa, apoyas tu cabeza en el hombro de enzo, sin soltar su mano en ningún momento, cierras los ojos y hueles el perfume de enzo con una pequeña sonrisa. dos cuerpos apoyados en los asientos del taxi, calentándose y latiendo el uno por el otro.

el tiempo parece volar y pronto llegan a su destino. enzo se aparta de tu lado con gentileza para abrirte la puerta, ocuparse del pago y agradecer al conductor. puedes decir que no está dispuesto a tener las manos lejos de ti por mucho tiempo, ya que te ofrece una vez más su mano, rápidamente volviendo a tener contacto contigo.

caminan hacia la playa mientras tarareas tu canción favorita. “son las 6:40, tiempo perfecto para ver la puesta del sol si me lo preguntas.” dices y jalas de su mano para avanzar más rápido con él hacía la arena. ambos sueltan un pequeño suspiro una vez que están ahí, contemplando la hermosa vista, escuchando las voces de las personas a su alrededor, el mar y las olas contra la arena.

comparten minutos llenos de silencio, llenos de tranquilidad hasta que enzo decide romper el vacío de diálogo;

"viviría feliz en montevideo contigo, en pequeños y grandes roles. sería el hombre más afortunado por toda mi vida", dice, dejando escapar sus pensamientos con la misma franqueza de siempre, sin filtro ni reservas.

"¿qué? ¿estás bromeando?" respondes con evidente confusión, arqueando una ceja mientras lo observas en busca de alguna señal que aclare sus palabras.

"no estoy de joda con vos, nunca lo estoy", responde él, encogiéndose de hombros con sinceridad.

"no te lo permitiría", piensas en cruzar los brazos para reforzar tu punto, pero decides mantener el contacto físico con tu novio, prefiriendo esa conexión.

"¿por qué no?" enzo finge sorpresa, consciente de que esa sería tu reacción.

"¿qué clase de novia sería si te dijera 'sí, enzo, quédate aquí conmigo, no te aventures fuera del país para explorar tu potencial. podríamos ser felices, pero siempre viviríamos con la incertidumbre de lo que podría haber sido'?"

"esperaba ese comentario de vos", responde enzo con calma.

"gracias por esperar lo mínimo de mí. me reconforta saberlo", dices con sarcasmo pero con una sonrisa cómplice. estás en un breve silencio, contemplando el atardecer antes de volver la mirada hacia enzo. "no deberías esperar que sea egoísta contigo y todo lo que puedes lograr. ya te ha ido bien más de una vez, y eso me llevó a conocerte en primer lugar", añades con una tranquilidad reflexiva. "y, aunque me hagas sentir... dios, no sé cómo explicarlo, este sentimiento de ser amada por ti, tú debes ser siempre tu primera prioridad. si estás dispuesto a esperarme, yo también lo estaré", admites, evocando el recuerdo de esa noche y la conversación que marcó un punto de inflexión en su relación.

"son dos cosas distintas", comenta enzo, también recordando claramente aquel diálogo

“¿mi primera vez y tu carrera de actuación? la verdad sí, no es el mejor ejemplo pero se entiende.” ahora es tu turno para encogerte de hombros.

se quitan los zapatos y deciden sentarse en la arena, tú con las piernas estiradas, quizás no fue tu mejor elección el vestido para esta ocasión, pero no importa cuando estás con él.

el silencio los envuelve por unos minutos mientras contemplan la puesta del sol, como si el tiempo se detuviera para permitirles disfrutar de ese momento juntos. enzo acaricia tu mano con delicadeza, voltea para encontrarse con tu rostro y procede a dar inicio a la reunión de sus labios, un beso lleno de ternura y pasión. toma tus mejillas con suavidad, intensificando el contacto, y se sumerge en la profundidad del beso, compartiendo un instante de intimidad que les pertenece solo a ustedes. duran unos preciosos minutos disfrutando del ya no tan delicado roce entre sus bocas, perdidos en el éxtasis del amor compartido.

"me haces muy feliz, siempre", él murmura al romper el toque entre sus labios, su voz cargada de sinceridad y emoción. "más de lo que te podes imaginar."

sus palabras llenan el aire con un sentimiento cálido y reconfortante, confirmando lo que ya sabías en lo más profundo de tu corazón: que este amor es real y todo tuyo. las olas continúan su danza rítmica, chocando contra la arena, mientras la oscuridad de la noche se adueña del entorno, acompañada del inconfundible aroma marino. reposas tu cabeza en el hombro de enzo una vez más, dejando escapar un suave suspiro. 

“gracias por amarme tanto.” expresas con gratitud.

“no tenés que agradecer ser amada, gorda, nunca.” responde enzo, manteniendo su mirada en ti. mientras tú sonríes con serenidad, él muestra una sonrisa que refleja comodidad y un toque de diversión, creando un momento impregnado de afecto y complicidad en la brisa nocturna.

"sé que no es necesario, pero aún así, gracias", respondes con una suave risa. tus pies juguetean en la arena, moviendo los dedos mientras te zambulles completamente en el momento. observas cómo los pies de enzo también comienzan a moverse y ríes bajito.

hubo momentos en los que creíste que ser amada era una tarea ardua, que lo mejor de ti se veía eclipsado por tus propias inseguridades. pero entonces, el peli negro irrumpió en tu vida, haciendo que amarte pareciera tan fácil. 

se ponen de pie, sacudiendo la arena en su ropa, continúan poniéndose de vuelta el calzado y caminan hacia el restaurante, en pocos minutos están sentados en la mesa, deliberando sobre qué elegir para la cena. decides optar por el mismo plato vegano que el de enzo.

“¿qué querés ver hoy en casa, amor?” pregunta él en el momento en el que el mesero recoge sus pedidos.

“¿ver?” dices, parecía que ya tenías una idea muy clara sobre cómo ibas a pasar la noche con enzo y eso no incluía ver tele. “lo hablamos mientras vamos para allá.” 

“dale, igual tengo un par de ideas si no tenés nada pendiente por ver.” asientes ante lo que menciona y no le das mucha importancia por ahora. “hay varias cosas que tengo apuntadas, de hecho.”

los platos de ambos llegan, le dan las gracias al mesero y la cena entre pequeños diálogos da inicio.

“tuve un lindo día en el trabajo, los niños son fenomenales… hicimos algo que vi en internet sobre escribir una reseña de una película al estilo de letterboxd. primero aprendieron sobre las partes de una reseña, sus funciones y bastante de cine, había impreso unas plantillas con el logo de la app. vimos elementos, yo tampoco la había visto así que también escribí mi propia reseña.” hay mucha alegría en tu rostro mientras le cuentas a tu novio tus recuerdos de unas horas antes de ese mismo día. “fue una interesante didáctica, bastante desarrollo de pensamiento analítico y crítico, a parte que se la pasaron muy bien mientras veíamos la película y cuando compartieron sus reseñas con toda la clase. dibujaron y todo para explicar sus puntos.” comentas muy amenamente y das otro bocado a tu plato.

“sos la mejor.” dice enzo, bastante fascinado por tu amor por lo que haces. “ahora yo también quiero conocer las partes de una reseña.”

asientes y con una sonrisa divertida le dices. “aprendes muy rápido, yo te enseño sin problema.”

durante la cena, en medio de una atmósfera serena, comparten entre sí los detalles de lo que hicieron durante el tiempo en que estuvieron separados. enzo relata con entusiasmo las sesiones fotográficas que llevó a cabo antes de la próxima rueda de prensa de su nueva película, mientras que tú detallas cada día como profesora, siempre con una nueva anécdota que contar. 

al terminar los platos, pagan la cuenta y emprenden el camino de regreso a casa.mientras caminan en busca del transporte que los lleve a casa tu cabeza está inundada de distintos pensamientos, más que nada sobre lo que pueda suceder en el departamento con tu pareja. 

al llegar a la casa del actor, te diriges a la cocina en busca de un vaso. “gracias por la cita, en, la pasé más que bien.” le dedicas una dulce mirada y luego procedes a servirte un poco de agua.

“no sé qué sería de mí si no es así.” dice él, devolviéndote la mirada con mucho cariño. aunque estás enfocada en tu agua. "sobre la peli… ¿vos pensaste en algo o preferís que decida yo?", pregunta, buscando captar tu atención. 

giras en su dirección y respondes con voz apenas audible, consciente de que es hora de abordar el tema pero indecisa sobre cómo hacerlo. "um, más o menos." tratando de encontrar la manera correcta de decirlo, pero tu respuesta sólo logra confundir al morocho.

"¿estás bien, gorda?", preguntó él, preocupado por tu actitud. 

“¿por qué no lo estaría?” llevas una vez más el vaso a tu boca, tu mente maquina como decírselo, no quieres darle tanta vuelta al asunto que se resumía en algo tan simple como tener sexo.

“conozco esa cara tuya de ‘mi mente está yendo a mil por hora’, amor.” expresa enzo y te observa fijamente.

tomas toda el agua restante en el vaso, lo lavas y lo dejas en su lugar. suspiras, sabes que no hay manera de decirlo con mucho tacto, por lo que terminas soltando “quiero… quiero que tengamos sexo.” dice lo último de manera apresurada, si el uruguayo no estuviera acostumbrado a tu rápido hablar aseguraría que no te hubiera entendido.

enzo no muestra sorpresa en su rostro; en cambio, sólo se percibe preocupación por ti y tu inesperada solicitud. "¿estás segura? amor, ya te dije que no tengo problema con esperar. no tenés que hacerlo si sentís presión", expresa mientras apoya sus manos en uno de los muebles de la cocina.

"lo sé, sé que no te importa, pero realmente es lo que quiero", respondes. enzo simplemente asiente con una sonrisa leve; si estabas segura de tu elección, él está más que encantado. 

te diriges hacia él, tomas su mano y lo conduces hacia el sillón. una vez allí, lo haces sentar y luego te acomodas en su regazo, tus piernas chocando suavemente contra los cojines. "considero que tengo experiencia en el juego previo", comentas, gozando de molestarlo y entrando en calor.

“¿quién te enseñó? debería darle las gracias.” enzo acaricia tus piernas, moviendo su atención a tus muslos ya descubiertos por tu vestido algo subido debido a la posición en la que te encontrabas.

“lo conoces muy bien, es un gran tipo, el mejor de todos.”

“¿ah, sí? su novia debe ser muy afortunada.” él respondió, esbozando otra sonrisa, pero esta vez llena de picardía.

asientes con la cabeza, luciendo una sonrisa ingeniosa. "lo es.” el roce de tus manos se desliza suavemente hacia las mejillas de enzo, sosteniéndolas con una delicadeza que parece sostener el tiempo. sus ojos se encuentran, creando un vínculo intenso que se prolonga durante varios segundos, como si el universo entero se detuviera para dar espacio a ese momento. y entonces, en ese instante cargado de anticipación, comienza el encuentro entre sus labios, sellando un pacto silencioso de amor que trasciende las palabras.

el beso inicialmente inocente, se torna en uno completamente intenso. desesperados por sentirse el uno contra el otro. sus boca se mueven con frenesí, enzo no duda en introducir su lengua dentro de tu boca, empezando a jugar con la tuya, sin ninguna preocupación por lo que pueda estar pasando a su alrededor pues ahora todo lo que les importa se reduce a ustedes dos.

rompes el beso recibiendo una mirada juzgadora de enzo, hasta lo que sabe, ya se la está pasando muy bien. te ríes y dices “quiero hacer algo.” te bajas de su regazo, poniéndote de rodillas en el piso frente al sillón y acercándote a las cinturas de su bermuda beige, para empezar a bajarlo ante su intensa mirada, enzo sacude su cabeza intentando volver en sí.

“amor, esta noche se trata de vos.” con suma delicadeza, enzo toma tu mentón con una de sus manos, sosteniéndolo con ternura. en la cara de enzo, se refleja un cálido torrente de cariño y aprecio. un silencioso intercambio de emociones se despliega entre sus miradas.

“pero de verdad quiero hacerlo.” haces un pequeño puchero con la intención, otra vez, de molestarlo.

enzo resopla y culmina cediendo con una pequeña sonrisa cómplice “dale.” sonríes al lograr tu cometido, no es que te haya costado mucho. terminas de sacarle la bermuda, acaricias juguetona y lentamente sus muslos con la yema de tus dedos por un par de segundos, hasta que tus manos llegan a su bóxer, bajándolo de una vez para contar con toda su parte inferior desnuda y a tu disposición. prácticamente babeas al verlo en todo su esplendor y a su pene ya bastante duro, lo único que pasa por tu mente es tenerlo dentro de tu boca.

“estoy empezando a creer que vos tenías todo esto calculado.” dice enzo inquisitivamente, lleva una mano a tu cabello y lo jala sin mucha fuerza “empezá ya que me estás matando, princesa.” 

le das una mirada divertida antes de introducir la cabeza de su polla en tu boca. das lamidas pausadas y lentas, sintiendo cada rasgo de su deliciosa punta y disfrutando de su líquido preseminal que comienza a formarse.  “vamos amor, no estoy para jodas.” enzo musita y jala una vez más de tu cabello. “vos podés más que eso.” sus ojos ahora te ruegan que dejes los juegos. das una larga lamida en toda su prolongación y esta vez puedes sentir cada vena en su miembro, lo que sólo logra excitarte y mojarte más, tratas de apretar tus muslos en busca de algún tipo de alivio. enzo se da cuenta y ríe con un poco de malicia. 

no lo molestas más e introduces su polla en tu boca, o al menos todo lo que esta alcanza abarcar, tus manos van a los centímetros restantes que acaricias gentilmente. con tus labios y lenguas y empiezas el vaivén de su polla dentro de ti, aguantando el reflejo nauseoso y poniendo todas tus habilidades en acción. “sí mi amor, así me gusta, sos tan buena, la mejor, mierda.”

el solo verlo así logra causar un mar entre tus piernas, alcanzas a crear una rica fricción entre tus muslos y jadeas aún con su polla en tu garganta. te separas unos segundos para poder respirar. “dale princesa, sé que podes.” dice enzo que sonríe mientras te observa. suelta lindos jadeos a los que le siguen gemidos de tu nombre en voz alta. “así, carajo, sigue así.”

chupas su polla de manera impaciente, mientras una de tus manos baja a tu coño, al que tocas melosamente encima de tus bragas, gimes en su miembro causando que las vibraciones lo vuelvan loco, trabajando en él de manera profesional. enzo sabe que no durará mucho contigo chupando su pene de ese modo, trata de ordenar sus pensamientos teniendo claro que hoy sólo debe correrse en lo profundo de tu coño. “princesa…”

“qui-quiero que te corras en mi boca.” alcanzas a pronunciar. enzo puede ver tus labios algo hinchados, tu pelo desordenado y tu mano debajo de tu vestido, al ver tu imagen tan descompuesta casi lo hace soltar un jadeo.

“mañana, mañana temprano… hoy quiero venir dentro de ti, ¿sí?” asientes algo decepcionada, te dedica una dulce sonrisa mientras separa su miembro de ti, contempla el hilo de saliva entre tu boca y su duro miembro. y carajo, como deseo hundirse y follarte la boca en ese segundo, le costó toda su voluntad poder pararse, te ayuda en la misma tarea y van a su habitación procede a acostarte en su cama. 

comienza quitándote los zapatos los que tira al piso sin mucha importancia, conserva su atención en tu rostro y te preguntas a ti misma cómo es que hace que algo tan simple como quitarte los zapatos se vea lujurioso. 

sube la falda de tu vestido hasta la altura de tu pecho, acaricia y deja suaves besos en tus muslos, sus dedos forman círculos y más figuras no identificables en ellos. “¿me permitis tocarte, amor?” pregunta con dulzura. 

“sí, en por fa, tócame.” musitas y mueves tu parte inferior buscando su toque.

él asiente “como ordene mi princesa.” empieza a jugar con tu montículo cubierto, sus ojos se abren con un poco de diversión y sorpresa al sentir tu gran humedad. “estás mojadita, ¿tanto te calentó chuparme la pija en el sillón?” susurra para ti y no pasa mucho tiempo hasta que te baja las bragas lentamente “te haré sentir bien.”

“siempre lo haces.” dices de forma perezosa, en este momento dirías lo que fuese para que el peli negro calme tu excitación.

enzo ingresa dolorosamente lento dos de sus dedos en ti, los mete y saca una y otra vez. vuelves a soltar grandes gemidos con el nombre del uruguayo. retira sus dígitos empapados para pasearlos por el contorno de tu clítoris, cierras los ojos rendida ante el placer, no puedes formular ningún tipo de oración, agarras la sábana a tus costados con tus manos, cerrando tus puños contra la tela. 

las ansias por finalmente saborearte son demasiadas, no puede soportar ni un minuto más, por lo que acaba deslizando su larga y cálida lengua en tu coño. “deliciosa, mierda… toda hecha para mí.” extensas lamidas son depositadas en ti. conserva los movimientos de sus dedos jugando en tu clítoris. 

“tan exquisita y solo mía para probar.” tus ojos se abren para encontrarte con la hermosa vista de enzo comiéndote como si se tratase de su última cena. busca darte el subidón de placer más satisfactorio que jamás hayas tenido y pone en uso todo lo que ha aprendido que sabe te vuelve masilla en sus manos. 

gritas su nombre al percibir su cambio de planes ya que sus largos dedos se introducen nuevamente y perfectamente dentro de ti. ahora son tres de sus dígitos en lo profundo de ti, moviéndose a la par de su boca chupando tu clítoris con la gran destreza que lo caracteriza. “sos mi dulce virgen, ¿mmh?”

asientes tontamente, estás tan cerca y el peli negro lo sabe de inmediato, sonríe con picardía y agiliza todos sus esfuerzos por hacerte llegar. “en, estoy tan cerca…” consigues decir.

“lo sé, princesa, déjame saborearte.” envuelves tus muslos con fuerza alrededor de enzo, como si lo instaras a no ir a ninguna parte, como si le suplicaras, por favor, sigue comiéndome hasta que muramos. 

es cuestión de segundos para que finalmente te corras gentilmente en sus dedos, los cuales enzo procede a probar. “la más deliciosa.” finaliza ingresando el tercero de sus dedos mojados en tu boca.

por tu mente pasa que si esta no era la noche en la que dejabas de ser virgen, juras que podrías morir.

el uruguayo finalmente te desnuda completamente, pasa el vestido por tus brazos, lo arroja al piso y nota que no llevabas sostén, sonríe hacia sus adentros, confirmando su teoría de que tenías todo planeado pero a quién le importa si luces tan bien toda desnuda debajo suyo. “sos preciosa, la más linda de todas.”

sus labios ahora bajan a tus pechos, los cuales llena de húmedos besos, comienza a chupar y lamer tu pezón izquierdo, se mueve al otro para darle el mismo trato, juega otros pocos minutos en tus muy erectos pezones. “en...”

“decime qué querés y es tuyo.” levanta su cabeza de entre tus pechos para mirarte y espera tu respuesta.

“sabes que quiero” pronuncias, enzo está a punto de llevarse tu virginidad y el solo pensamiento de aquello te da una sensación similar a tu reciente orgasmo.

“esa no es una respuesta, linda, tenés que usar tus palabras.” vuelve a tomar uno de tus senos en su boca. no puedes esperar más, lo necesitas dentro tuyo, tu coño palpita en necesidad 

“quiero que me folles.” sueltas de una vez por todas.

él asiente “sos tan hermosa, ¿cómo me podría negar cuándo me lo pedís así?” lleva sus labios a los tuyos, compartiendo un beso lujurioso y muy cargado de amor a la vez, como solo él sabe hacer.

“si duele, decimelo” decide mantener el contacto visual contigo en todo momento, en alerta por si halla cualquier indicio de incomodidad en tu rostro. "pellízcame si es demasiado, ¿entendido?" se hace un recordatorio mental para más tarde sobre acordar una palabra segura. murmuras un rápido sí y enzo deja un beso en tu cuello mientras bombea lentamente dentro de ti, sus piernas sobre el colchón, las tuyas alrededor de sus caderas.

sueltas un suave jadeo ante la nueva sensación, que duele ligeramente. “tan linda y toda para mí, no sabés cuánto deseaba tenerte así.” los recuerdos de las noches en las que enzo usó su mano, pensando que era tu coño lo que lo apretaba, llegaron esporádicamente a su mente.

primero mantiene un ritmo lento, buscando que te adaptes a la nueva sensación, sí bien ya has tenido sus dedos en ti en varias ocasiones, era completamente distinto tener toda su polla hundida en ti. pone sus manos alrededor de tu cintura y sientes pequeños besos en tu cuello mientras tus ojos se cierran con fuerza, el calor del cuerpo de enzo contra el tuyo.

“puedes moverte, en, más rápido.” pides, él asiente ante tus palabras y agarra tu cintura, tu cabeza se echa hacia atrás sobre la almohada, formando un delicioso arco. dejas atrás ese leve ardor y gimes con fuerza, temes que los vecinos de enzo escuchen claramente los ruidos causados por ti y la cama. "por favor, por favor, en" suplicas, él sigue follándote con las rodillas en la cama. cuando mira hacia abajo y ve su polla entrando y saliendo tu coño, brillando con tu humedad, no puede evitar gemir, elevándote al puto espacio mientras muele su polla contra tu entrada.

luces tan hermosa siendo follada contra el colchón y más sudorosa de lo que jamás la haya visto. el sonido del chasquido de tu coño es música literal para los oídos de enzo, vuelve a mirar hacia abajo para ver su polla entrando y saliendo, entrando y saliendo de ti. “carajo, sos tan divina, nadie más te podrá tener así,” dice, más como una afirmación que un simple comentario. “esta vista me pertenece solo a mí.” dice, su lado más posesivo saliendo a la luz.

“m-más, en.” roza su polla entre los labios de tu coño, mojándola con tus jugos. se introduce una vez más en tu profundidad, con un ritmo más duro y rápido.

“sos toda mía.” asientes contra la almohada mientras él repite tu nombre incontables veces. “mierda, te sentis tan bien” tus caderas moviéndose en busca del choque entre ambos cuerpos. “vení conmigo, mi princesa.” bajo una de sus manos que se encontraban en tus caderas hacia tu clítoris, sus dedos se mueven rápidamente en él, busca tu liberación y está a punto por lograrlo. te preguntas sí así es como se siente estar en el cielo.

menos de un minuto después te corres y enzo no necesita de mucho más tiempo para seguir el mismo camino. se viene dentro de ti, pensando que eso ya será una preocupación para mañana. se retira gentilmente y observa tu pecho agitado, todo en tu cara grita que acaban de darte duro.

“¿estás bien, mi amor? enzo arranca con las preguntas para cerciorarse de tu bienestar. solo asientes, tomándote tu tiempo para ordenar tus pensamientos y procesar todo lo que acaba de suceder.

“debimos hacerlo hace mucho.” dices, enzo niega con una sonrisa floreciendo en su rostro. 

“todo a su tiempo.” dice con diversión y acaricia tus piernas. “sos la mejor, tenés que saberlo.” tapas tu rostro con tus manos con las mejillas calientes. “¿ahora te hacés la tímida?” te molesta y planta un corto beso en tus labios. “que tal si vamos a darte un baño, hablamos de cómo te sentís y nos acostamos juntitos.”

“suena como un plan que me gustaría.”

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w/n. soy un asco para los finales

casi una semana sin subir nada y me moría por alimentarlas, espero que haya valido la pena la espera 😭 gracias a la hermosa anon que mandó la request, perdón por la demora, realmente espero que te guste 🤍

[magicbystarlight]

Tú Sabes

Summary: After inhaling a mysterious powder on a mission, your life is put on the line.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+, sex pollen, multiple partners, rough sex, cream pie, Plan B, tad bit of cockwarming, oral sex (fem receiving), cum eating, overstimulation (brief), they’re all head-over-heels in love with you. Minors DNI.

Dividers can found here.

A/N: Translations will be at the end. Please be aware they’re not always word-for-word translations, but meaning/vibes based. I’m like decently confident in my very basic Spanish here, but I’m not fluent. So if you see anything wrong, let me know.

“I told you not to come.”

Maybe you should have listened to Marc. If you had, you wouldn’t have been in that stupid warehouse looking for some stolen relic they had been hired to find. They didn’t need your help, not really, but you just had to go. And Steven couldn’t say no to you.

If you had listened to Marc, you wouldn’t have got caught in a gunfight. You wouldn’t have been next to some stupid ancient sealed jar set on a shelf. You wouldn’t have breathed in the strange yellow powder when it was hit by a stray bullet.

Getting out of that warehouse and back to Steven’s flat was a blur. It didn’t take long to start feeling the effects. The heat. Gods, the fucking heat.

“Could you not do the ‘I told you so’ speech right now?” you groaned, fanning yourself as you sat in front of the fan. “Wait until I’m dead at least.”

“Oye, that’s not very funny, is it?” Steven glared disapprovingly, a look you didn’t quite catch through your half lidded eyes. “We don’t even know what you inhaled! You very well could die!”

Sweat was beginning to drench your clothes. “It’d be a relief at this point.”

There was a huff you recognized as Marc’s.

You peeled yourself off the floor. “While you boys are busy being offended, I’m going to go stand under some cold water.”

They watched you walk towards the bathroom, averting their gaze as you began to pull off your shirt before you’d even made it. Neither of them could understand how you were so nonchalant. They were terrified. You had only been in their lives for a short period of time and they weren’t ready for that time to come to such an abrupt end.

A deep rumble of a laugh pulled the men from their shared worry. Their glares focused on the giant humanoid skeletal bird sitting on the bed who had finally decided to show up after they’d called to him a dozen times.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Marc growled.

“Mortals are so weak. A bit of copulation powder a few millennia past its expiration and they’re on the verge of death.”

“Expired what?”

Khonshu sighed. “Maybe Steven isn’t the idiot.” The god appeared next to the window, seemingly staring into the distance. “That powder was pollen from special lotus flowers Hathor bloomed for some fertility festival after a harsh plague. One whiff caused a rather long orgy in the palace.”

“So she inhaled some old horny dust? That’s it?” Steven relaxed. Better than anthrax.

“Yes, she should be perfectly fine after she gets it out of her system.”

Marc could have hugged the god. You would be fine. “Great, that’s great! How long should it take to run its course?”

“Oh, Marc you are the idiot, aren’t you? She needs to fuck someone for it to get out of her system. Otherwise she’ll die.”

Marc’s gaze locked on the bathroom door as Steven’s voice cried out, “No! There has to be something else. Can’t you, can’t you speak to Hathor? Get a remedy?”

“There is a remedy,” Khonshu stated. “Fucking.”

Steven met Marc’s gaze in the mirror. They had done this to you. If they’d just made you stay behind you wouldn’t be on the verge of death. Marc turned to glare at Khonshu. “You need to go speak with Hathor and find a cure. Now.”

“I’m not going to waste my—“

“Saving her life is not a waste,” Marc growled.

Khonshu bellowed, “It is a waste of my time.”

Marc’s hand curled into fists before Steven folded his arms across his chest. “Alright, you stupid pigeon, what do you want?”

There was a long silence that stretched as the god seemed to contemplate before his shoulders sagged. “I am sorry, Steven. But it would be a waste of time. There is no other cure. She needs to fornicate with another human or she will die.”

Steven continued to argue before his obscenities turned to pleas. He had to save you. He had to.

“He’s telling the truth,” Marc interrupted, stone faced. “He would have made a deal with us even if he thought there was the slightest chance he could save her."

"So that's it, then? We either let her die or we go in there," his finger jabbed towards the bathroom, "and force ourselves on her?"

Marc couldn't meet Steven's eyes in the mirror. "We'll give her that choice."

"It's not a choice! She can't make a choice under the influence of some millenia old sex pollen!"

Marc snapped his attention to the mirror, stepping closer. "So we just let her die?" He hated it as much as Steven did. More. If had put his foot down, kept you out of this life like he wanted, kept you at a distance, kept you safe...but he hadn't. This was his fault. He couldn't let you die. Not you.

“You should make a decision soon. If you won’t save her, a bullet would be kinder than letting her suffer.”

Steven spun on his heel, but the god was gone. Their gaze fell to the bathroom door. The water was still running.

"Pinches pendejos."

—

The water did little to help. The freezing water splattered over you as you slumped to the bottom of the tub. Your eyes squeezed shut. Everything hurt. You'd expected a bit of a fever, maybe an ache, but no. Body wracked with pain, every cell aflame, and a throbbing between your legs that had only been heightened when you'd let your fingers wander. Your head fell back against the edge of the bath.

A touch on your shoulder made your eyes flutter open. You barely suppressed a whimper. They kneeled beside the tub, face uncharacteristically impassive. Through the pain it was difficult to tell which of them it was. "I-it's not helping," you croaked, head lolling to the side. "I feel like I'm burning alive."

Fingers trailed up your neck, your thighs pressing tighter together to relieve the ache. "The dust you inhaled was an ancient aphrodisiac.”

Your mind struggled to process the words, too caught up in trying to place the accent. "Dust...aphrodisiac?"

"Khonshu confirmed it. Hathor made it from some flower," their voice dropped, eyes falling away from your face. "The only way to get the pollen out of your system is to fuck. Either that or die."

The world you’d found yourself sounded ludicrous. A year ago you’d never have believed some sort of sex pollen could exist. You’d just been on vacation in London when you’d turned down several wrong streets one night and accidently stumbled into a fight between a man dressed in a white suit and a few comically accurate bad guys in black masks. They’d thought they’d use your mishap to their benefit, trying to leverage your life for their swift escape. But unfortunately for them—and fortunately for you—they were men who didn’t see the benefit in wearing cups to protect their tender bits. Steven’s excited babbling about it after had Marc’s concerned outbursts in between feel like whiplash. But a magical suit change made Steven and Marc’s situation a tad less outlandish. If a whole pantheon of ancient gods existed and had avatars running around, sex pollen wasn’t out of the question.

Your body felt too weak to move, but your lips still twisted into a lopsided grin. "Are you asking me to sleep with you?"

"I'm giving you the option," they clarified.

You could have laughed if you weren't in pain. “What are my options, exactly? Sex or death?"

"Yes."

The bluntness wasn’t Marc's usual sort and the accent didn’t belong to Steven. Maybe it was just the pollen confusing you. Your head lulled to the other side, eyes closing again. The fingers climbed higher, palm cupping your cheek. Sex or death. What a terribly difficult question. "And you’ll do it?“

“Yes.”

Your hand covered his. "Okay."

The world shifted. Lifted from the tub with water still beating against the porcelain, he held you with ease. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you let out a relieved groan. The contact alone lessened the pain. “Yo sé. Cuidaré de ti, amor,” he whispered with a kiss to your hair. His clothes grew damp as he carried you to the bed. Gently, he laid you down on the mattress.

Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt. "Who are you?"

His lips spread into a taut line. "You know who I am."

"You're not Marc and you're not Steven. They don’t speak Spanish." If sex pollen could exist, so could a third. Your hold relaxed. "So who are you?"

He was quiet for a moment before he responded. "Jake."

"Jake," you repeated, letting your hand press against his chest. "Are you here because they didn't want to?"

"They were stuck on the morality of it and taking too long to decide.” He took your wrist and pulled it to his lips. It’s the faintest of brushes across your skin, but it had you near breathless. “I’m not patient enough to wait for them to come to the same conclusion I already have.” His fingers trailed up your forearm. They continued to your shoulder and traced along your collarbone. When they brushed across the base of your neck you let out a choked whimper. He shushed you. "Yo sé, amor.” His hand curved around your neck and pulled you to him. His kiss fanned the flames, pain consumed by need. Lips rough, impatient, he drank in your desperate breaths like a man deprived of water. When he broke away, you chased after him. Fingers gripped his hair, tugging him back.

You wanted more.

Needed more.

Your nails scraped across his scalp, over his shoulders, down his back, and pulled at his shirt. It was discarded quickly. His lips moved to the side and traieled kisses along your jaw, nipping at the curve of your ear. You let out a soft cry when his teeth sunk into your neck. Hands wandered. Bites and scratches had you squirming beneath him, moaning for more. There was a moment where he pulled away and you nearly cried in frustration. But he was back quickly, pulling your legs apart and pushing the head of his cock into your soaked cunt.

He didn't start slow. Didn't take his time. You didn't want him to. His pace was punishing, fucking into you like it was his life on the line. Fingers dug into his shoulders, back arching off the mattress, cries and pleas pouring from your lips.

"That's it," he rasped.

Your hips rolled, meeting his thrusts, wanting more. He was relentless, biting and sucking along your neck and shoulders. Digging his fingers into your hips, he pulled them closer.

"Jake," you sobbed. It was almost too much. His pace quickened, the sound of his hips slapping against yours nearly drowned out your whines. It was too much. Your nails dug into his back as you came. He slowed but didn't stop, fucking you through the waves. Jake, Jake, Jake. His name became a prayer on your lips. As your body calmed he began to pull out.

But with the high fading the pain returned.

"Fuck," you hissed, eyes screwing shut.

The weight above you disappeared. "Amor?"

"Hurts," you ground out. Your hands fisted in the sheets, tears pooling at the edges of your eyes. It was unbearable. Worse than before. "Gods, it fucking hurts."

He cursed. Your eyes opened as the weight returned. His hands cradled your face. "Look at me," he ordered. You met his gaze, panting. "It was for some fertility festival so I think the only way for it to stop is if I finish in you."

"Finish." The word was foreign. The world spun. "Cum. You've got to come in me."

"Yes."

You swallowed. "Do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Please, please, please. Please. Fuck."

When he pushed inside, you sobbed with relief. The pain was ebbing again. But this time his pace was gentle, slower. One of his hands slid down to your waist. He guided your hips, pulling them higher. Your legs wrapped around his waist. It was too much and not enough. Your eyes shut, head turning to the side, and he growled, "Mírame."

Your eyes snapped open. His dark gaze burned, his thrusts becoming harder. The coil was beginning to tighten again, the heat building. You pled, cried, begged. More. Fuck me. Cum in me. Please. Please. Please please please.

He leaned down and bit the junction between your neck and shoulder, making you arch off the bed. Pain mixed with pleasure as he sucked the skin into his mouth, marking you. A strangled moan left his lips as he pulled away, watching you writhe. A pressure on your clit had stars sparking in your eyes. The coil snapped, a silent scream caught in your throat. He groaned your name, a deep, guttural sound that could have fueled a thousand climaxes. His hips stuttered and slowed. His cock pulsed.

When his arms began to tremble and his forehead fell against your shoulder, you let out a heavy breath. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly as he collapsed.

"Fuck."

He let out a breathy laugh, rolling onto his side and taking you with him. Arms curled around you. You buried your face in his chest, the warmth and the scent of him calming you.

"Fuck," he repeated, softer. "Are you okay?"

Your body was beginning to ache, but it was nothing like the agony of before. "Better."

"Bien. Muy bien." His hand began to rub soothing circles along your back.

You hummed, nuzzling against him. It was only a moment later that the exhaustion caught up. Your body began to grow heavy, mind shutting down. He said something, but you didn't hear. You were already drifting.

—

When you woke, it was slow. Eyes blinking, adjusting to the light, mind groggy.

"How are you feeling?"

Steven.

You let out a low hum. Sore maybe, but no real pain. "Better, I guess."

"Good."

"Where's—" You had to think for a moment. The name was fuzzy, but the accent came rushing back. "Jake?"

It's Marc's angry expression that crossed their face. "That's his name?"

"It's what he told me."

"Told you," Marc repeated.

"Before..."

Steven's brows knitted together, eyes flitting across your blanket covered body. "Did he hurt you?"

"What? No. Gods, no. He was..." You cleared your throat. Less was more. "He thought you were taking too long to decide and did what he thought he needed to."

Marc's jaw set. “We weren’t going to let you die.”

"We didn't want to force ourselves on you, but we'd have done it. To keep you alive. Only needed a minute to come to terms with it, ya know?" Steven's familiar doe eyes pleaded for understanding.

“I know,” you told him quickly, reaching to take his hand. "It's alright. I know."

"We would never, we'd rather die than—"

"I know." You squeezed his hand.

There was a long pause. You were content to watch their face shift. Marc and Steven were one and the same, but you could tell the difference. It was in the details. The way their brows furrowed, how they held their shoulders, the tilt of their chin. It was the little things that changed. Marc's thumb brushed along the back of your hand. "What was he like?"

For a moment you thought he was asking about what the sex had been like. The word amazing had been on the tip of your tongue before his real meaning came through. "Impatient. He spoke Spanish. And he knew me." Your head tilted. “Did you know he was there?”

“Figured there was another of us. Had a few blackouts neither of us could explain. The prick’s probably watching us now,” Marc huffed. “But he’s never tried to contact us before.” He holds up a piece of paper with very neat cursive curling across it. “Said to make sure to get you some Levonelle.”

“England's version of Plan B,” Steven answered your scrunched brows.

"Right, yeah. Cause he had to finish in me." You regretted letting that part slip out.

Marc's eyes darkened. "He...finished? Inside?"

"That fucker."

They got off the bed with a string of obscenities leaving their lips, letting your hand go.

"Wait, wait," you called as they began to make their way to the door. You followed them. "What are doing?"

"We're gonna go find the tallest building we can and jump off it."

"Marc!" It wouldn't kill them, but it'd hurt like hell.

"Oy, the bloke bloody deserves it! Taking advantage of you like that to get his rocks off!"

"He had to!" You took hold of their arm and they turned to you. "It didn't work otherwise. You know, fertitlty festival and whatnot."

It's Steven's wide, doe eyes making their way down your body that had you realizing you were still undressed. "And he had to do all that then?"

Marc reached for your shoulder, brushing over the skin. You flinched as he pushed against a particularly sore spot. "You said he didn't hurt you."

"He didn't."

"You're covered in bites and bruises.”

"He was trying to help."

"You've got fingerprints on your waist."

"He didn't hurt me," you assured, though your words were beginning to falter. The image of Jake, face contorted, lips parted, came rushing back. Your body warmed. "The opposite."

"I don't understand why he couldn't be a little gentler," Steven grumbled.

Marc's fingers brushed across another mark, a bite at the junction of your shoulder. "He wanted to mark his territory."

You pulled their hand away from the sore spot. "Why do you both keep focusing on this? He did what was needed. That's it."

"He took advantage of the situation."

"And he's been taking advantage for who knows how long!" Steven threw his arms in the air. "Who knows how many times he's taken over when we weren't even aware?"

Marc's lips pressed into a thin line.

"I'm sure he was just doing what he thought was best," you tried.

"He's a bloody coward. Hiding away after he got what he wanted, leaving us to clean up his mess."

Your hands folded over your chest and you took a few steps back. Is that how they saw this? How they saw you? "I'm just a mess to clean up then?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant," Steven stammered, but you had already turned away.

You made a beeline for the bathroom, tears welling. A mess to clean up. A mess. A fucking mess. They didn't want you. They didn't. If they did, Jake wouldn't have had to take over. Your fingers curled around the knob, ready to shut it behind you.

The door didn't budge when you tugged.

"Estas siendo injusta."

You rounded on Jake. "I'm being unfair? They just called you a coward!"

The accusation didn't faze him. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the door. "He was right. I was a coward. I should have introduced myself to you a long time ago." He looked past you. "Lockley. Jake Lockley." You followed his gaze over your shoulder to the three paned mirror. All you saw was a reflection of yourself and him. But Steven and Marc would talk to each other like this sometimes. "You were wasting too much time debating the ethics." His eyes trailed back to you and you were once again reminded of how bare you were. "She didn't complain," Jake scoffed, shaking his head. There's a long moment of silence for you, but his face hinted there was a lot being said. When he finally spoke again, it was to growl at his reflection. "I was willing for her to hate me, hate all of us, if it meant she was alive. If either of you had the cojones to let her know about your feelings before, I wouldn't have had to step up."

You were missing a huge part of this conversation. An important part. "What—what feelings?"

His eyes flicked back to you. "Tú sabes, amor. Tambien tienes.” A single step forward was all it took to close the small distance between you. He held your neck with dark eyes boring into yours. "Maybe one day you can have them for me too.”

Your lips parted. Breathless, all you can say is, “Jake…”

“Un día.” His thumb brushed across the bite mark he’d left behind. "I’ll see you soon, amor. Be nice to them.”

There’s a shift in his face. A softening of features. “Steven?”

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean you were a—“

You pressed your lips against his. He stammered and stopped, body tensing. Your hands slid up his chest. He relaxed against you, trembling hands finding your bare hips and resting there. When the kiss broke, you smiled up at him. Doe eyes wide and cheeks flushed, a dopey grin broke across his face. Gods, he was so sweet. "I know."

His forehead pressed against yours. "Maybe this Jake bloke isn't that bad." His head turned to the side, back to the mirror. "You'll have to take that up with her yourself, mate. l've learned my lesson to shut up." A beat later he heaved a sigh.

You knew the change before Marc spoke by the way his hands steady. "We nearly got you killed today. Do you really want to entangle your life in ours even more?"

Your hand came to rest against his face, his eyes closing at the gentle affection. "I'd argue that entangling our lives more saved my life today."

"Baby, I'm serious."

"So am I."

He leaned into your touch. "You deserve better than us. Someone not fucked up."

"I want you. All of you." Your thumb traced his cheekbone. His eyes opened and studied your face. For the briefest of moments, a flicker of a smile ghosted his lips.

"Okay,” he whispered. Anything louder would have shattered the moment.

His kiss was so different from the others. Jake's had been starved. Steven's was awed. Marc's was worship. His arms cradled around you like you're the most precious thing they'd ever held. Your fingers found the curls at the nape of his neck, tangling there, tugging, drawing him closer. You swallowed his groan, tongue brushing along his bottom lip.He lifted you and encouraged your legs to wrap around him. With a few steps, he dropped to the couch. When his hips rolled, his clothed bulge rubbing against your bare cunt, you pulled back, breathless. He watched, enraptured, as your eyes fell closed.

His mouth found the curve of your breast. You whined when his lips wrapped around your nipple. His tongue grazed the sensitive peak.

"Marc."

He hummed in response, the vibrations curling curling your toes. His hips moved again and he groaned against your skin. His hand found your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Your head fell back with a low moan.

”You are so beautiful." He kissed across your chest, up your neck. Praises murmured into your skin, punctuated by kisses. Your hands tugged at his shirt and he lifted his arms to allow you to pull it off.

Nails raked down his back causing his breath to stutter, mouth falling open. You grinned, grinding down against him. "Baby," he breathed. His head fell to your shoulder. Hands on your waist, he let you move as you pleased.

"Marc." Your voice was soft.

"Hmm."

Your fingers trailed down his chest and over his stomach and grasped the button of his jeans. "Can I?" You could feel him beneath you, hard and straining against his jeans. He wanted this. You. But Marc denied himself his wants constantly.

After a few long moments, he nodded.

The button came undone and the zipper went down. He lifted his hips and pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to pop out. You stared down at his thick cock, mouth watering. Technically you'd had it in you already, but it wasn't the same as seeing it.

Your fingers curled around him, giving him a few gentle strokes.

He moaned, hips stuttering. "Baby."

Your hand continued its slow pace, thumb swiping across the tip and smearing the precum gathered there. The pads of his fingers dug into your waist, jaw clenched, lips parted, and eyes screwed shut.

"Please, baby. I need you."

"Need me?"

"Yes."

"How do you need me?"

"I-I," he stammered.

You raised yourself just enough to line his cock at your entrance before slowly sinking back down. "Is this what you needed?" The stretch is agonizing bliss. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing, adjusting.

"Yes, yes."

You gave yourself a moment to adjust to the feeling before you started moving. But his arms wrapped around your waist and stilled you.

"Hold on, baby. Want to feel you for a minute."

A fond smile pulled at your mouth. Your hands found his hair, running your fingers through it. His lips met yours again and you melted against him. Gentle and tender, like he was savoring the taste.

"I love you," he breathed against your lips.

Breath caught in your throat, your heart skipped a beat.

"I love you," he repeated.

"Marc..."

"I don't expect you to say it back. I just needed you to know." His face dropped to your shoulder, hiding it from you. It's an awkward position, but he didn't seem to mind.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and held him. There was a long, quiet moment. His shoulders tense beneath your arms. "Marc?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Look at me."

With a sigh, his head lifted and turned. Watery eyes flitted between yours.

"I love you too," you whispered.

His mouth parted, brows knitting. "You don’t have to say that.”

You pressed a soft kiss against his lips. "But I want to."

"Really?"

Another kiss. "Really."

"I..."

"Shhh." Another kiss.

You began to rock your hips. He let out a low moan. "I love you," you said, pulling his bottom lip between yours. He swallowed the sound. His arms tightened around your waist, lifting you up and down his length. Your lips found his neck, sucking the skin into your mouth. His thrusts became more erratic, moans and groans turning to pants and gasps.

"Baby," he gasped. "I'm close."

His hand slipped between you, thumb brushing over your clit. Your walls tightened, the coil wound, and stars sparkled in your vision. With a cry, your walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper. Marc cursed. A few more erratic thrusts and he was spilling inside of you, crying your name.

He slumped back into the couch. You laid on top of him, both trying to catch your breath. "Are you alright?"

"Perfect," he sighed, kissing the top of your head. "You?"

"Better than perfect."

"Good. That's good." His thumb brushed along the curve of your waist, but halted. “No, no, don’t you dare—“

A shiver rolled through their body. “Oy, that’s sensitive,” Steven trilled, lifting you enough to slip out his spent cock. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, “Well no, actually, I’m not because he cut in line.”

You let out a huff of laughter. The two squabbled like brothers. Marc was probably equally as peeved.

"That is,” his arms loosened around you, “if you’re interested in my company?"

You pecked his lips. "I'd love it."

“Fantastic.” He stood, lifting you easily. ”Because I’m starved.”

Giggling, you said, “We can grab some takeout from the Chinese place by the pharmacy.”

He kissed your cheek. “Takeout? Sweetheart, I’ve got a whole feast right here.”

For the second time in—gods how many hours had it been? Was it even the same day? Didn’t matter. For the second time in however long it had been, you’re dropped on the bed. Less gently this time. He bounced on the mattress after you, eagerly throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving happily into the mess his predecessors had made. The groan he let out against your core was downright sinful. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging, as his tongue explored.

It’s…surprising how good he is. You’d expected him to be inexperienced. He had been in your fantasies. But Steven seemed particularly skilled at this part at least. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The tip of his tongue ran along your slit, dipping into your entrance and gathering the cum that had begun to leak. He hummed. "You taste delicious, sweetheart." His tongue swiped over the bud, sending a jolt through you.

"Steven."

His eyes flicked up, meeting yours.

"More."

A grin spread across his face. He lowered his head again, tongue tracing patterns. Your head fell back.

"I want to hear you," he murmured.

You didn't need the encouragement.

He began sucking on your clit, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth and humming. His fingers pried your lips apart and sunk into you. One, then two, pumping, curling.

"Fuck, fuck, Steven," you cried.

His tongue flicked your clit.

It's all too much. Your walls tightened, clamping around his fingers. You moaned his name, tugging at his hair. He kept moving, coaxing out an orgasm far too quickly for your overworked body. You shook beneath him, gasping for air. The high ebbed, but his ministrations did not. His fingers continued to pump, tongue continued its work.

"Steven, please," you plead, trying to push his head away

He lifted it, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "I'm not done."

Your hand fell to his face, cupping his cheek. "Please, I can't. Not yet."

"Just a bit more, yeah?" His free hand slid up your waist, fingers caressing your chest. "I want to feel you fall apart one more time. Please?"

The pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple, causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

"Just keep making your pretty little noises for me, alright? Won’t take long." He didn’t wait for you to deny him, letting his tongue return to its previous endeavor.

He’d reversed your roles. Usually, he’d be the one who couldn’t deny you. Now you’re sure he could ask you for anything and you’d agree with your own dopey grin. The hand on his face moved to the sheets, clutching at the fabric. Fingers curled inside you, pressing against the spot that had you seeing stars. His mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking and humming. Your back arched off the mattress, a silent scream stuck in your throat.

Stars.

Everything was stars.

His movements slowed, fingers and tongue working you through the waves. When the high faded, you could only manage a stuttered breath. He lifted his head. A proud smile had his eyes dancing. He seemed ridiculously proud of himself. He kissed his way up your body, pausing at every bruise or bite mark Jake had left behind. His fingers traced patterns over your stomach and up to your breasts. Whispered how good you were for him, how amazing, how perfect.

You expected to feel his cock prodding at your entrance, but all he did was curl against you with a content hum.

"You don't want...?"

He kissed your shoulder. "Later."

"Steven..."

"Later," he repeated.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

You sighed. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against him. He buried his face in your hair, mumbling something about how good it smelled. You could hear his breathing growing heavy through the endless praises.

"Mind if I take a kip before we head out to the pharmacy?”

You kissed his hair. “Not at all, love. Sleep.”

Translations

Pinches pendejos. : Fucking idiots.

Yo sé. Cuidaré de ti, amor : I know. I’ll take care of you, love.

Mírame : Look at me.

Bien. Muy bien. : Good. Very good.

Estas siendo injusta. : You’re being unfair.

Tú sabes, amor. Tambien tienes. : You know, love. You have them too.

Un día. : One day

[adrienneleclerc]

Hello! Can you write something about Charles? I'm sorry but right now I can't stand Landon 😂

Hey! Sorry I haven’t been writing much for Charles, I have requests for Lewis Hamilton and Daniel Ricciardo that I am still working on.

2 Wins in Monza

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Charles’s personal chef and when he sees another driver flirting with her, he gets a little…crazy.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, it’ll probably be a little stupid, not gonna lie

A/N: inspired by Lola and Alexander’s relationship from Lola, Érase Una Vez, which is an amazing child’s telenovela, and a page from “A Liar’s Twisted Tongue”. In other news, CHARLES LECLERC WINS MONZA!!

Charles’s schedule has gotten busier this season and he decided to hire a personal chef during the summer break since he has been having trouble preparing meals for himself. They were currently in Monza and Y/N was preparing a quick snack for Charles after free practice when Franco Colapinto approached her.

“Hola, guapa.” Franco said and Y/N chuckled. (Hello, hottie)

“Ay niño, por favor, apenas tienes 21 años, no te pases de lanzando. Pero de verdad, como te está yendo?” Y/N asked. (Boy, please, You’re barley 21, don’t be so forward. But seriously, how’s it going?)

“Me está yendo bien por ser mi primera vez en meses en un carro de fórmula uno. Y como es Charles Leclerc como jefe?” Franco asked. (It’s going well considering it’s my first time in months in a F1 car. And how’s Charles as a boss?)

“Él está bien. Me paga bien, por qué preguntas?” Y/N asked. (He’s good. The pay is good, why are you asking)

“No, por nada, solo estoy haciendo conversación. Eras amigo del güero?” Franco asked. (No reason, just making conversation. We’re You friends with the blonde guy?)

“Logan? Solo le hablé un ratito, la verdad es que soy igual de nueva que tú. Vas a querer algo de comer? Te puedo hacer un sándwich.” Y/N said, Franco smiled. (I only talked to him for a little bit, the truth is I’m just as new as you are. Are you going to want something to eat? I Can make you a sandwich)

“Sí, me puedes hacer uno de jamón, lechuga, tomate, y cebolla?” Franco asked. (Yeah, Can you make me one with ham, lettuce, tomato, and onions?)

“Claro.” Y/N said and ruffled Franco’s hair. He fixed his hair. (Sure)

“Me ganas por un año, no te pases.” Franco said and Y/N smiled, shaking her head. (You’re only a year older than me, chill)

While most people would see this interaction as a brother/sister relationship, Charles saw this interaction as something more and approached them.

“Whats going on here?” Charles asked as Y/N was making Franco his sandwich.

“Oh I made you something to eat before your qualifying session, it’s in the microwave. Franco came over here to talk and I asked him if he wanted a sandwich.” Y/N said.

“Hey Charles.” Franco told Charles.

“Hey.” Charles said with a tight smile and looked at Y/N. “You’re staying until qualifying is done, right?” Charles asked.

“Bro, I came here with you and Carlos. I am not leaving without you and Carlos.” Y/N said, finishing the sandwich and toasting it on the panini press.

“Okay, just checking.” Charles said and he took the food Y/N made him out the microwave and grabbing a fork to eat it. He sat down a chair away from Franco.

“Hey Y/N, there’s a restaurant here I wanted to try, Can you come with me?” Franco asked. Y/N took the sándwich out of the panini press and served it on a plate to him.

“Why do you want me to come with? We barely know each other?” Y/N asked. Charles was just listening in, it’s hard not to considering this conversation was taking place right in front of him.

“You’re the closest to my age and the only other Latino here, please, I’ll pay.” Franco asked, taking a bit of his sandwich. “This is really good.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll go.” Y/N said.

“Cool, I’m gonna take this sandwich and eat it over there so I can review the car before qualifying, see you later.” Franco said, walking out, sandwich in hand.

“You’re not seriously going out with him, are you?” Charles asked.

“Dude, why do you care? It’s just dinner, he’s paying, and he’s younger than me so nothing would happen. Also, I’m not stupid enough to date a driver, even if he is in formula 2.” Y/N said, before making herself the same sandwich she made Franco but with avocado slices.

“So you wouldn’t date any driver at all?” Charles asked.

“Why are you asking? Dating one driver while working under another is unprofessional and really fucking stupid. Not to mention dating the same driver I’m working under, that’s like Winchester level stupid.” Y/N said, putting her sandwich in the panini press.

“Why would it be stupid?” Charles asked and Y/N just stared at him.

“Oh, right, you’re a man. Since I am a woman, I’ll be accused of working for you just for the off chance of possibly being your girlfriend or that I’m using you to get to other drivers, people will view me as an opportunist. Not to mention I will have to see them or you every race weekend or everyday because I really need this job.” Y/N takes her sandwich out of the panini press and looks for potato chips in the pantry.

“What if it works out?” Charles asked and Y/N paused for a second and places the chips on the counter.

“I’m not exactly as optimistic as I look, Lord Perceval.” Y/N said, eating her lunch.

“Oh ha ha, thanks for lunch.” Charles said, putting the plate in the sink and Y/N nodded. As charles was walking away, he found Pierre with Simba. “Hey mate, are you busy with Kika tonight?” Charles asked.

“No, why, did you want to do something?” Pierre asked.

“Yeah, why don’t we go out for dinner just the two of us, I’ll pay.” Charles said.

“Yeah sure, I think Kika wanted to do some shopping with Rebecca so I’m completely free.” Pierre said.

“Perfect, I’ll text you what time we’re going.” Charles said and he waves goodbye to Simba who was chewing on his shoe laces.

When Y/N left the hotel with Franco, a few minutes ago, Charles texted Pierre that they should go out now. Pierre said goodbye to Simba and left the hotel with Charles and Pierre was none the wiser to the fact that Charles was actually following Y/N. When they arrived at the restaurant, charles and Pierre were a couple people behind Y/N and Franco.

“Oh look, Y/N is here, should I ask if we could join?” Pierre asked Charles.

“No no, I wouldn’t want to bother her, let’s just wait.” Charles said and Pierre shrugged his shoulders.

Y/N and Franco got a table and Y/N looked around.

“Nunca ha estado en Italia, muchas gracias por invitarme.” Y/N told Franco (i never been to Italy, thank you for inviting me)

“Claro! Como los dos somos nuevos en Fórmula uno, por qué no juntarnos?” Franco asked rhetorically. (Of course! Since we’re both new in F1, why not hang out together?)

“Cierto. Debería hacer lo mismo com Kimi y Ollie la próxima temporada.” Y/N said, (true. I should do the same for kimi and Ollie next season)

Charles and Pierre were sat 3 tables away from Y/N and Franco and Charles was staring. Pierre followed Charles eyes and landed on Y/N, he stared at Charles.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on. Why are we here?” Pierre asked.

“Nothing is going on, can’t I have dinner with my best friend?” Charles asked.

“Of course we can have dinner together but you are clearly not here for me, you’re busy making googoo eyes at Y/N.” Pierre said.

“Am not.” Charles countered and Pierre stared at him. “I just don’t trust Franco.”

“He just got here! How could you possibly have a problem with him?” Pierre asked.

“He’s been flirting with Y/N since he’s got here and he clearly makes her feel uncomfortable.” Charles said,

“Did Y/N tell you that?” Pierre asked, clearly not believing a word Charles said.

“She doesn’t have to, I can see it in her eyes. And you know what they say, the eyes don’t lie.” Charles said.

“Yeah, sure,” Pierre said.

Y/N and Franco got their food and while they were talking, Y/N saw Charles with Pierre.

“No inventes. Oye Franco, soy yo o Charles está aquí con Pierre?” Y/N asked Franco (no way. Hey, is it me or is charles here with Pierre)

“No, yo también los veo. Llamaste a Charles o que?” Franco asked. (I see them too. You called him or what?)

“Claro que no. Termino mi pasta y voy a chequear que hace Charles aquí.” Y/N said (Of course not! I’ll finish my pasta and I’ll check what he’s doing here)

Charles and Pierre received their food and they were drinking wine when they heard footsteps,

“Possiamo prendere dell’altro parmigiano?” Charles asked, without looking. (Can we get more Parmesan cheese?)

“You know I don’t speak Italian, pendejo.” Y/N said and Charles looked at her with shock.

“Oh hey, what are you doing here?” Charles asked and Y/N looked at Pierre.

“Is he serious?” Y/N asked Pierre, pointing to Charles.

“Apparently. I’m gonna take my plate and sit with Franco, you two have a lot to talk about, he’s lonely, and I’m hungry.” Pierre said, taking his plate to Franco’s table and Y/N sat down in Pierre’s spot.

“So you followed me from the hotel to here? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were obsessed with me, Leclerc.” Y/N said, jokingly but to Charles, it wasn’t a joke.

“I don’t think you should speak to your boss in that way. Perhaps titles are in order?” Charles said seriously and Y/N changed her tone.

“Which one should I use? Lord Perceval or pathetic?” Y/N asked, leaning closer to him.

“You could have called me yours.” Charles said and Y/N backed away a little.

“Don’t joke with shit like that, Charles.” Y/N said.

“I’m not joking. Why do you think I was asking you these questions after the free practice?” Charles asked,

“So you like me? Hold up, is that why you hired me as your chef?” Y/N asked.

“Of course not! Who do you think I am?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t know you well, that’s why I’m asking.” Y/N said.

“So…do you think dating me will be Winchester level stupid?” Charles asked.

“Well i won’t know until we actually start dating.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you out next weekend.” Charles said.

“Sounds great.” Y/N said.

Y/N was watching the race from the hospitality, eating the guacamole she made with chips, when she saw Charles was leading the race in lap 42.

“Let’s go, Charles.” Y/N muttered and continued snacking. As the race was coming to the last lap, Charles was still in the lead so Y/N put the guacamole in the fridge, closed the bag of chips, and ran out with the Ferrari staff to celebrate Charles Monza win. When Charles’s car came to the P1 stop, he got out of the car and hugged everyone. When he got to Y/N, the hug lasted longer.

“I can’t believe you’re here to celebrate my win.” Charles said.

“I can’t believe I got to witness your win in person.” Y/N said.

“How about we go out tonight to celebrate my win.” Charles said

“That would be wonderful. We can go out with Carlos and Rebecca so we could celebrate Carlos’s birthday.” Y/N said.

“Okay, I’ll text Carlos.” Charles said

“Perfect.” Y/N said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[shitsndgiggs]

GREEK GETAWAY - LAMINE YAMAL

Enjoying a day out on the sea with Lamine

Lamine Yamal x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

The gentle sway of the boat as it glides over the crystal-clear waters of the Aegean Sea is almost hypnotic.

The sun casts a warm, golden glow over everything, making the blue of the water even more vibrant. Greece is more beautiful than I ever imagined, and being here with Lamine makes it perfect.

"Lamine, look at that!" I point to a small island in the distance, its white buildings and blue domes standing out against the lush green backdrop.

"Es hermoso, amor," he replies, his eyes sparkling as he looks at the island and then back at me.

We decided to take this boat trip to celebrate Spain's victory in the Euros. Lamine played an incredible tournament, and now we have some much-needed time to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

“Do you think we’ll see any dolphins?” I ask, leaning against the railing of the boat, feeling the sea breeze in my hair.

“Maybe, if we’re lucky,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “But right now, I’m more interested in enjoying this moment with you, mi cielo.”

I turn in his arms and smile up at him. “You’re getting all romantic on me, Lamine.”

He laughs, a sound that’s become my favorite music. “Can’t a guy be romantic for his girlfriend?”

“Fair enough,” I say, reaching up to brush a strand of curly hair from his face. “You looks so handsome,.”

“Gracias, mi amor,” he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

After a while, we anchor the boat near a secluded cove. The water here is so clear that I can see the sandy bottom.

We change into our swimsuits, and Lamine helps me down the ladder into the refreshing water.

“This feels incredible,” I say, floating on my back and looking up at the sky.

“Almost as incredible as you,” he teases, splashing water at me.

“Hey!” I laugh, splashing him back. “Watch it, campeón!”

He grins and dives under the water, swimming towards me like a playful dolphin. When he surfaces, he’s right in front of me, his dark eyes shining with mischief.

“You’re so fast,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Years of practice,” he replies, pulling me close. “But you’re pretty fast yourself, sirenita.”

We spend the next hour swimming and playing in the water. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Eventually, we climb back onto the boat and lie down on the deck, letting the sun dry our skin.

“Hungry?” he asks, reaching into the cooler we brought.

“Starving,” I admit.

He pulls out a container of fresh fruit and picks up a slice of watermelon. “Open wide, princesa.”

I laugh but do as he says, taking a bite and savoring the sweet, juicy flavor. “Mmm, so good.”

“Eres un travieso,” I say, poking his side.

“Y tú eres mi todo,” he replies, his voice soft and sincere.

We feed each other more fruit, laughing and talking about everything and nothing. It feels so natural, so right, to be here with him like this.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the water, I snuggle up to him, feeling his warmth.

“I don’t want this day to end,” I say quietly.

“Neither do I,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “But we have so many more adventures ahead of us, mi vida. This is just the beginning.”

I look up at him, my heart swelling with love. “I can’t wait.”

“Me neither,” he says, his eyes filled with the same emotion. “Te amo, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Lamine,” I whisper, knowing that no matter where life takes us, as long as we’re together, it will always be perfect.

[solxs]

El tiempo continúa mientras tú decides detenerte, a veces es una buena decisión detenerte para tener paz mental.

Sagitariana

[unapremonicion]

Dulces o te como la boca? Tú decides mi amor 🎃

[leclercsredhelmet]

Mañanas de Café y Mate ☕︎ Franco Colapinto

A/N: hi hi i'm back and with another Franco blurb! i was inspired by one of my favorite songs which i listened to while writing this so here you go, hope you all enjoy reading this!

“Cariño, eres un amor. Cariño pintas en color. Quiero tanto devorarte. Esta vez besarte si es que soy capaz” ~ Cariño, The Marías

Sunlight filters in and the rays hit your face warming your cheeks, a stark contrast to the cold air hitting your skin courtesy of the air-conditioned room. Snuggling closer to your sheets you turn and the usual spot occupied by your boyfriend, Franco is empty. Yawning, you sit up and rub your eyes before looking out the window, the sun is on display and you smile.

“Another sunrise, another day worth living,” you tell yourself and sit up. Your feet hit the cold floor and you stretch before walking to the bathroom. After freshening up in the shower, you take your hair out of the braid and shake your curls which are a little unruly. Before heading out you grab your glasses and open the bedroom door. Making it out of the hallway the smell of breakfast wafts around the apartment, walking through the small living room you see Franco in the kitchen. 

His back is to you and his hands move at a focused pace. Smiling at the sight, you walk further in and hug him from behind. “Al fin decidió salir el sol” he says and you let out a laugh. (The sun finally decided to come out) “Buenos días mi amor,” you say with a chuckle. (Good morning, my love) Franco wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple, “Que raro que nada se está quemando,” you say teasing him. (Weirdly, nothing is burning) Franco looks at you with a shocked expression, “Oye boluda, solo fue una sola vez!” he says annoyed and you laugh because it’s cute when he gets annoyed and his accent is more noticeable. (Hey stupid, it was only one time!) 

“Si ajá, fíjate que ha pasado más de una vez pero está bien tú dices que fue una sola vez” you reply smiling.(Yeah sure, I think it’s happened more than once, but it’s okay that you say it was only one time) “Bueno cariño pero es que vos me pones muy distraído cuando estás aquí en la cocina y me confundo,” he says and you just laugh. (Well darling it’s because you distract me a lot in the kitchen and I get confused) “Ah así que ahora la culpa es mía?” you say indignantly and his cheeks flush. (Oh so it’s my fault now?)

“No, no,no, no, yo no dije eso, la culpa es mía entera,” Franco says and you burst out laughing. (No, no, no, no, I didn’t say that, it’s my fault alone) Grabbing the towel he playfully smacks you. “Joder Y/N, casi me cago del susto,” he says and you laugh harder. (Fuck Y/N you scared me shitless) 

Facing him you stand on your tiptoes and peck him on the lips before turning to grab two plates, setting them on the counter Franco drops in the medialunas, and shakes his hands because they are hot and you giggle. Taking the pan he serves the scrambled eggs and you open the fridge to take out the jams and cheese. Putting them on the table you wink at him as he passes with the plates and he laughs at you. Going to the cupboard you grab his mate gourd and he picks out a mug for you. Smiling, you look at the mug which you had gotten from a shop in Old San Juan, last summer when visiting your parents in Puerto Rico. 

He switches the mugs, making you laugh. You have your coffee mug and he has his gourd, reaching for the Yerba Mate you hand it to him and he passes you the pot with coffee. Pouring the coffee you open the fridge and get some milk which you place in a pot and heat on the stove. Franco is busy making his mate while you make your coffee. “Café con leche y Mate en la mañana,” he says while walking towards the table and you laugh. (Coffee with milk and Mate in the morning) “Somos nosotros si fuéramos bebidas,” you comment and he laughs. (That’s us if we were drinks ) “Tenés razón cariño,” he says. (You’re right darling) Franco and yoi take a seat at the table and as usual, you sit cross-legged. Sipping some of your coffee you wink at Franco who is staring at. “Dios, te ves tan jodidamente radiante en las mañanas con mi camisa, sos perfecta,” (God you look so fucking perfect in the mornings with my shirt, you’re perfect)  he says and you chuckle. Franco places the open medialunas on my plate, “Gracias, amor,” you reply, thanking him for the compliment and for opening the medialunas. (Thank you, love) Taking some jam with the knife you spread it across the media luna and garb another knife to spread some cheese and close the medialuna. 

A sunray comes through and it hits Franco’s face at the right angle, it makes his brown eyes look lighter. “El sol te está dando y te ves muy bonito,” you blurt out, which makes him blush and laugh. (The sun is hitting you and you look very pretty) Reaching over he places a kiss on your lips which lands with a plop and you giggle. Mornings like this one when we settle into our easy routine are some of my favorites. Franco can make any day better with his antics and energetic nature but calm days with him when neither of us has to worry about work is our little blessing. You fall into a comfortable silence while eating, Franco occasionally throws in some comments that almost make you spit out your coffee and by the time you’re done eating none of you have been able to hold in our laughter. 

“Oye amor, que tal si vamos al parque a leer y luego vamos de compras, tengo que ir a comprar unas cosas para el programa esta semana,” Franco says. (How about we go to the park to read and then go shopping, I need clothes for the show this week)  You mile at him, “Suena como una buena idea!” you tell him happily. (It sounds like a good idea!) Standing up you grab the plates and carry them to the sink, feeling Franco’s eyes on you, you smile.

Arms wrap around your frame as you’re doing the dishes and he presses small kisses on your neck, a giggle escapes you and Franco takes it as a sign to keep kissing me and his hands slide under your well his, shirt. “Franco tengo que lavar los platos,” you say as you his warm hands on your stomach. (Franco, I have to wash the dishes) “Solo sigue lavando platos que yo me encargo de los demás,” he says flirtily and you laugh. (Just keep washing the dishes and I’ll take care of the rest) Franco’s lips find the corner of your jaw and he leaves a trail of kisses until he reaches the corner of your lips and kisses you again. 

When the last plate is placed on the drying rack he spins you around and squeezes your waist so you jump and hook your thighs around his waist. Franco looks up at me and you look down at him, his lips press down hard against yours and you kiss him back matching his energy. Your fingers tug on his hair and he groans, “Tenés sabor a café en tus labios,” he rasps and you fight the urge to laugh. (Your lips taste like coffee)  “Y los tuyos a mate” you say.(And yours taste like mate)  Franco keeps kissing you and he squeezes your waist which makes you let out a soft moan. Briefly, you pull apart and your foreheads touch. You were too wrapped up in having his lips on yours to notice that he had carried us back to the bedroom. 

Your back meets the soft mattress and you look up at him to find him staring at you, as if you’re something heaven-sent and that makes your insides turn into liquid. “Sos perfecta maldita sea,” he says and I smile. (Fuck you’re so perfect) “Avanza y ven acá,” you say, your voice has a sense of urgency and he laughs. (Hurry up and come here) Once he’s close you grab his shoulders and pull him down so he can kiss you. His hands are on your sides and lifting the shirt. Pulling apart he lifts the shirt from your head and discards it on the floor.

Franco and you are a mess of tangled limbs on the bed and you look up at him while cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch and then leans down to kiss you sweetly. “Creo que debemos dejar el parque para más tarde por razones obvias,” he says and yoi laugh. (I think we should leave the park for later, due to obvious reasons)  “Idiota,” you say and he laughs before burying his head in the crook of your neck to kiss you there. (Idiot) “Soy tu idiota,” he replies against your skin and his hot breath makes a shiver run down your spine. (I’m your idiot)

The park would still be waiting for you both by the time you’re done but having slow mornings at home full of love with Franco is a rare occurrence and when it happens it’s only right that you enjoy it for as long as you can.

[cherubcameron]

Rafe x Latina!Popstar reader

{this doesn’t follow the show’s plot, I’m using labios mordidos by kali uchis and Karol g. https://youtu.be/RPcGDkjyhlI?si=8O1jssXsUqmSghhD, the performance this is based off of}

You’d lived in the outerbanks for most of your life. But you were dreaming for bigger. You didn’t hate it, you were a kook. But you never really felt like you belonged. You had dreams bigger than what outerbanks could hold. —Your parents could tell from when you were a child how talented you were. You had a voice and you knew how to dance. They put you through piano lessons, singing lessons, anything and everything they could think of. It eventually paid off.

“I don’t understand, I get it. It’s a big dream of yours. But don’t you get it. It’s going to take you away from me.” Your boyfriend Rafe said.

You looked at the ground;conflicted. “I know, Rafe. But I need to try. I need to see it through.”

It had led to the nastiest breakup you’ve ever had. Both of you sobbing, Rafe trying to hold onto you. Not letting you go. But it was final, your dreams were the love of your life. And you were going to chase them. Cause unfortunately, you loved music more than Rafe.

“La nena esta encendí’a, se me pega como un tattoo.” You sang into your mic, your body on the ground, your butt in the air. The dancers in front of you. “Yo te doy garantía que nadie estás dura que tú.”

Rafe watched on the tv; his jaw ticking.Sarah and Wheezie had decided to turn the tv on to this. To you performing for all your fans. You looked so beautiful, a ping of hurt spread through him like a wave. He missed you so much.

“Wow, I knew she would make it big.” Wheezie said, mesmerized.

“Right.” Sarah said, eating popcorn from her bowl. Rafe watched as two of the guy dancers lifted you into the air and helped you roll your body like a wave. His jaw ticked again. He was feeling all kinds of emotions.

“How does it feel, Rafe? Must sting.” Wheezie said, that did it for him.

“Shut up, Wheezie!”

“Jeez, calm down. I was only kidding.”

“She was joking, Rafe.” Sarah says.

He got up abruptly, knocking something over. “Rafe!” Then leaving the room. He went into his room, his head in his hands and tears following down his face. His leg shaking.

Once the show was over, you had immediately gone backstage. The adrenaline was running high and you felt good. This is all you’ve ever dreamt of. All you’ve ever wanted. A call comes from your phone.

It reads:

Sarah

You instantly pick it up.

“Hey.” You say, drinking a cold bottle of water.

“Hey! I’m so proud of you, me and Wheezie were just watching.” You can feel her smiling through the phone. You hear Wheezie cheering on the other end.

“Thank you! I feel like this is so surreal.” You pause. “Did- did uh Rafe see?”

“Uh—he did.”

“Y/n! We have to do interviews now! Wrap it up!” Your manager says, interrupting your conversation. You smile and nod.

“I have to go. Tell him I miss him.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

You hang up and sigh. You know Sarah probably won’t and you understood why. You follow your manager out… your mind on Rafe, who’s miles away.