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The way I would actually give my right arm for some decent Félix/ pepa smut omg….

Me;"you're literally at work rn what are you doing-"

Also me;"BUT ITS PEPA AND FÉLIX??? YOU GOTTA DO THEM AGAIN????"

So here we go writing these YET again (I wrote them getting pegged here;

BUT ANYWAYS LETS GO-

Félix loved his wife. If you talked to him for more than five minutes, you would know this. He was crazy about her, nuts, completely insane over her. He loved every single thing about her. Even when her anger almost struck Augustín with lightning. Thank God Félix pulled him to the side just in time, only striking the tile. Félix muttered a curse under his breath, damn near dropping the groceries they were just sent out to get. He looked up, watching as Pepa's part of the Casita seemed to be full of swirling, menacing black clouds. It was like a villain's lair, and he knew he had to go help her, lest she strike down every house in town. Félix gave Augustín a knowing look, and he nodded.

"Go, I'll handle these."

They were friends, best of friends honestly, supporting each other and their magical ends of the family. Félix let him take the things into the kitchen, and he walked upstairs. He stopped in front of her door, fixed his hair, checked his teeth, unbuttoned a button on his shirt. She couldn't be TOO upset when he pulled out that classic charm of his. He knocked on the door, and slowly opened it, finding his wife pacing back and forth, grumbling angrily and bitterly.

"Pepa? Mi amor? Que te tiene tan molesta?"

He knew that look. The glare, the nose in the air, the stiffened shoulders, hands on her hips. Someone pissed her off. He raised his hand up to pause her thought, before shutting the door, and sat on the rocking chair right by her bed. It was usually her chair, but he wanted her to sit on the bed once she let herself sit down, let her have the room to flail if she so wished. After nodding, she didn't hesitate.

"You would NOT believe Juileta!"

He had a feeling it was her. While they loved each other, as sisters do, Juileta was a lot more soft spoken and reserved, while his Pepa was a tornado of emotions and strong feelings, so they clashed a LOT. The amount of times he and Augustín had to act as referee for these two.

"What'd she do?"

"So, I went into town with Bruno, you know how he's still getting used to being around people-"

"Ten years in a wall, not surprised."

She stomped her foot on the floor, thunder clashing right above her head. Her lips pursed, her little baby hairs standing up from the atmosphere.

"Are YOU going to talk, or am I?"

He lifted his hands up in defense.

"Sorry mi vida, go on."

Pepa was more angry at her sister than Félix it seemed, for she went on without giving him another mean look.

"ANYWAY. We walk him into town, he's still getting used to people, and this maldito idiota, this tonto, has the NERVE to ask Bruno for a vision. Bruno said no, and this man pushed him, and he said- you won't believe this- 'what use do you have if not for your gift'. So I get mad, this man is bullying MY hermanito, and I'm ready to thunderstorm all over him, right?"

She halted, making sure Félix was listening, as if he was never NOT listening to her.

"Sí, I'm following."

"So I'm standing there, ready to DEFEND him, and what does she do? She pulls me away! Tells me 'I can't use my gift like that' and 'Bruno is a big boy, he needs to learn to handle these things by himself'. Can you BELIEVE her?!"

Pepa was such a kind woman. Violent maybe, but it was all out of love. She'd do the same if it was Antonio, Camilo, Dolores, or even himself. It's why he made a 'I can't believe this' face, palms out in a 'what the fuck' motion.

"Look, I love Bruno like he's one of my brothers, but there's no WAY he can protect himself, at least not yet. He flinched when someone asked him if he wanted a papaya, he's not used to people yet."

"EXACTLY! I couldn't believe her! She sounded like Abuela and I was just. UGH."

She sat down on the bed, mumbling 'clear skies' as she ran her fingers through her hair. It wasn't working, he could tell, even without the imposing clouds. He got up and sat next to her, reaching over to hold her hand, stopping her motions. He hated when she tried to conceal her feelings, even after this time.

"So what happened after that?"

He tried not to jump at the next crack of thunder, sounding VERY close to their very door.

"I had to practically carry poor Bruno back home! Félix you should've seen him, hoodie up and hunched over like his rats! And, when I got home, I was so mad, SHE had to comfort him! Me! The one that DEFENDED him! I can't believe her!"

He hated seeing her upset. Most would wonder WHY he inquired further, but he wanted her to feel how she was feeling. He LOVED her feelings, and hated when she tried to hide them. But now that she seemed to have let it all out, it was time for damage control. He was gentle as he took a hold of her hair, fumbling the tip of her braid with his hand. She wouldn't look at him at first. Then he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her till she was pressed right against him.

"Pepa, my love. You were right in this case. But your thundering might hurt someone, it almost got Augustín on our way from the market."

"...did you get my Chocoramo?"

It wasn't that she didn't care. He could tell there was shame in her eyes. She was just especially embarrassed, frustrated after a long day. He nodded, fumbling with the hair band that kept her hair together. Her eyes were watching him carefully, expecting him to make a wrong move. But he didn't.

"I did. It was the first thing I grabbed. Because YOU are the first thing on my mind, always. And I think that my wife, Tan hermosa y amable,"

He trailed off, making a huge display of kissing her braid right before undoing it, letting her watch with bated breath as he slowly undid her braid. Pepa LOVED his fingers running through his hair, he could tell that this incident was slipping her mind. The clouds parted, her hand was on her chest, as if she was gasping at such a display.

"Should get the chance to...express herself a bit."

Her hair was fully down now, and holy shit did she look like a queen to him. She not only controlled the weather, but his heart. She scoffed, fanning him away with her hand.

"Aye, you're speaking nonsense again."

He knew that look in her eyes. She wanted him. What an honor. He let his fingers rub through her beautiful locks, kissing them in appreciation (he LOVED how she smelled like the pouring rain and soil) while his other hand started to unbutton his shirt. He was slow, trying to recall this satisfaction was for her, not for him.

"Am I? Pepa, mi corazon, you look as hungry as a tiger. Por favor, dejame cuidarte."

She wanted to give him some snide remark, but he saw those eyes lock onto his chest. She LOVED his body, possibly as much as he loved hers. Twenty plus years, and she STILL kept trying to jump him here and there. Her nose curled, as if she was upset by the offer.

"Miércoles, Félix, just kiss me."

And as always, he gave her what she wanted. She leaned down and he leaned up to meet her lips, letting his fingers run through her scalp, while hers ran over his belly, and his chest. She touched him the same way she danced-with vigor, passion, a fluid motion that the ocean itself couldn't create. Her nails felt so good against his chest hair (she loved them as a teenager, and it seemed as though nothing has changed), he couldn't help but moan into her mouth. She swallowed them greedily, nails lightly digging into his skin. Not too much, not too little. Just like her, she was perfect.

Then he pushed her right on her back, placing himself between her legs. Her cheeks were aflame, and he knew the room had gotten MUCH hotter. Clearly he had to take off more clothes, less they both burned up. He took off his shirt, throwing it to the side, letting her look up at him. Her face was tomato red, her eyes were shameless, and she bit onto her nail, clearly liking what she was seeing. She tried to take off his pants using the heel of her feet, but she never could wrap those legs around his thick frame, despite how long and beautiful they were. He laughed, wagging a finger in front of her face.

"No no no, niña traviesa~ your clothes need to come off too."

She grumbled a few choice words, but allowed him to take off her clothes. He took his sweet time, letting her whine and complain under him. She squirmed underneath him, but was still pinned down by his weight. And she liked it, because she kept whining. At first she swore at him to hurry up, sounding angry, and there was even a crack of thunder outside, as if threatening him if he didn't continue. Then she started to beg. He was becoming VERY aware of how hot it was in here- it felt like a sauna, and he was sweating already. Not that she minded him sweaty, given how she kept touching his chest, his stomach, and his shoulders.

"Fèlix, please…"

Oh she was beautiful. She didn't have the body of a 'traditional' Colombian woman; no curves or large breasts, but he didn't need a traditional woman. He needed his Pepa, small frame, pale skin, and a small chest that showed just the cutest set of breasts. He remembered hearing her insecurities about them in her younger years, everyone teasing her for having 'a little boy body'. Kids could be cruel, and just stupid.

"So beautiful, you are. MY wife, is so beautiful and wonderful. Eres como una diosa para mi~"

He kissed down her chest, slowly, carefully, showing his devotion to her, before his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. He remembered when he first did this, she jumped so badly, that a thunder strike made a giant crack right in the middle of town. She still loved that spot, given how her beautiful back arched for him.

"Más, por favor, dame más…"

You can see why Fèlix had such a big head- if you could get a woman to talk like that, to beg like that for you- wouldn't you be sort of full of yourself too?

"I know you want more. I'll give you more, I'll give you EVERYTHING."

He lifted up her pretty legs, letting him look at her pussy. Covered in red hair, it was already sopping wet for him, coating her inner thighs and making her folds glisten for him. And like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to it. He gave a few pecks around the area, drawing near to it, but oh so very slowly. Oh she hated it, he could tell by how she twitched for him.

"Fèlix! Stop TEASING me!"

She sounded almost like a brat as she scowled at him. He chuckled against her, and he knew his breath was making her toes curl.

"Okay okay okay! So impatient. Only because you've had a rough day. I could tease you for HOURS~"

"Fèlix if you don't touch me RIGHT now, I'm going t-to-"

He cut her off before he could complete her threat. He let his large tongue spread her folds apart as he tasted her. He kept a firm grip on her thighs, not wanting her to squirm away from him (not that she wanted to). He looked up at her, watching her writhe under his lips. As the heat made their bodies sweat, as her juices slid into his mouth and over his tongue, he tried not to lose himself in ecstasy. His cock was hard, practically throbbing against his pants, simply from just watching her. She was moaning for him, as if she was singing, her cheeks were flushed so beautifully, and she played with her nipples, just how he liked. Pair that with her open, drooling, swear fueled mouth, and it took everything in him not to touch himself during this. But you know the saying.

Ladies first.

He continued to slurp and suck and fuck her with his tongue, making her moan his name over and over again. It flooded his ears like sweet music, and he was amazed he didn't finish in his damn pants. Thankfully, she came, head tossed back as she bucked her hairy pussy against his face, forcing the dripping arousal further into his mouth. He pulled away, wiping his face free. She looked at him, chest rising and falling as she panted. She was a mess; hair slick in sweat, teeth in almost a snarl, and eyes that said she wasn't done, not yet.

"Come here. Now."

He knew exactly what she wanted. He wrapped his legs around her, using his knees to keep from putting his entire weight on her. She unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants, then his underwear. Fèlix wasn't long, rather 'stubby' even, but he was THICK. As in, when she leaned in to drag her tongue alongside it, then push it past her sweet lips, it stuffed her pretty mouth completely. She pulled away with a shameless 'pop' sound, and met his eyes, keeping his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed up against her rosy cheeks.

"How are you going to give it to me?"

He was waiting for that question. He peeled off his belt, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I have an idea. Manos."

He wrapped his belt tightly around her hands, and used it to pull her off the bed. He left her there for a moment, in order to put the mirror in the corner of the room, right into frame. He sat back down, and yanked her right back in to sit on his lap.

"Fèlix-"

"I want you to see how beautiful you are when I make love to you, Pepa. Look at you,"

He paused, holding her hands up and leaving them immobile. She used her hips to grind that pussy on his cock, making them both just absolutely weak for each other.

"So hungry and passionate for me. I want you to watch as you take me. I want you to see the beauty you have."

Suddenly she had her hands behind her back, and she was laying on her belly. Fèlix was a strong man, capable of throwing her around, and she loved that. She watched herself in the mirror, expressions changing as she felt Fèlix dig his big, meaty claws into her ass, spreading her cheeks for mostly his own satisfaction. Then, he got to watch her watch her own expression as he pushed himself right inside her oh so wet pussy. He would've teased her further, but even HE couldn't hold it back anymore. He dug one hand in her mane of hair, keeping a nice, firm grip on her head as he started to slam into her.

"Fèlix, h-harder, please! dámelo más fuerte!"

He obeyed. He slammed into her, her wet pussy blessing the room with sounds of it getting slammed, while cursing the sheets with stains. He leaned over, knowing all his weight was only forcing her to bite her bottom lip.

"I could make love to you ALL night if you let me. You're so beautiful. Look at you as you take me, as you let me fuck this pussy I love so much."

He was worried she couldn't hear him over her own cries, but their eyes met in the mirror, so she knew she was listening, to some degree. He pulled her hair, just a little, making her cry out for him. Oh he was close, and so was she.

"You want me to finish inside?"

"Yes!! Yes yes YES!"

Oh she was so tight, so absolutely sopping wet for him, he was due any fucking second.

"You want me to fill you up with cum? I know you like it. I know you like how hot it feels inside of you."

She nodded, taking a minute to swallow her drool, as if it wasn't already cascading down her chin. Oh her eyes were in such a haze, he was surprised it wasn't mist outside.

"Yes!!! Give it to me! Dame otro bebe! PLEASE FÉLIX!!"

And that's what finished him off. Picturing her pregnant again. She was so beautiful and vibrant when she carried his children, he could never keep his hands off of her. He pulled her pretty hair just right, and his cum filled her up. She stuck out her pretty tongue as he pumped cum into her womb, eyes damn near rolling to the back of her head. He waited until he finished, before locking his legs around hers, and finishing his assault. He pounded that cum right into her, as if wanting her womb to not miss a single drop.

"Take it. Take all of it. Be a good Mami and give me another baby. I'll take care of them, just like I Take care of you. Go on. Finish on papi's dick."

And after a few more thrusts, she did. Toes curling, voice shamelessly thanking papi, and she fell limp. They sat there, sweating, exhausted, and content. Félix swallowed his own spit before leaning down to kiss her cheek, fingers still in her hair and massaging her scalp.

"Can I get Mami a tea?"

"And my Chocoramos."

"And your Chocoramos~"

He kissed her cheek again, squeezed her butt, before pulling out of her. He admired the way cum dripped from her, before putting his pants on, and walking out the door. He got looks right away, from everyone's sweaty and uncomfortable faces. He shrugged.

"Hey, I saved the town from another thunderstorm- you're WELCOME."

Didn't matter if they appreciated it though. What mattered, was that Pepa did.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #this was #SO fun to do honestly #i want to write more????#technically im not doing requests rn but for encanto i just might-

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