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Pairing: Jaiver Peña x fem!reader

Summary: In hot weather, Javier and you get cozy on his couch. The broken AC doesn't stop the heat between you two in any way, shape or form.

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, degradation, praise, male moaning, breeding kink, kissing, oral M and F receiving, face sitting, alcohol consumption, power dynamics, explicit language,Unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it, kids. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

WC: 2.7K

The midday sun bore down relentlessly upon Javier's apartment, defying any hopes of cool respite. Despite his efforts, the small space offered little relief from the Colombian heat. Javier reclined on the worn tan couch, a cold beer in hand, his brow glistening with sweat. You surrendered to the stifling atmosphere, abandoning any notion of productivity to join Javier on the couch.

With a sigh of relief, Javier popped the top off a cold beer, the droplets of condensation offering a tantalizing promise of refreshment amidst the stifling heat. As you fanned yourself with a magazine, attempting to alleviate the oppressive warmth, a complaint about the temperature slipped from your lips. "It's so hot I can barely breathe," you remarked, turning to face Javier.

Despite the discomfort, Javier remained effortlessly attractive, even with sweat causing his hair to cling to his forehead. You met his gaze before setting the magazine aside and peeling off your sweater, revealing the tank top underneath. The relief of shedding layers was immediate, the cool fabric offering a welcome change from the heat of the sweater.

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes as you leaned back, resting your head against the soft cushion of Javier's couch. Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, tracing a path down to your chest and seeping into the fabric of your tank top. You were almost certain that your nipples were poking through the fabric of your tank top. Bras felt like torture chambers for your breasts, so you rarely wore them, and today was no exception.

You heard some movement beside you and opened your eyes to find Javi had taken his shirt off. He was fit, but not fit enough to deny cake, that was for sure. A blush crept onto your cheeks at the sight, and Javi, catching your reaction, quipped, "What? Can I not take my shirt off as well?”

Your cheeks flamed even hotter, and you stuttered, "N-no, I mean, yeah, of course you can..." Your words trailed off as you struggled to regain your composure, feeling the heat rise to your face. Javi chuckled at your flustered state, his easy grin melting any lingering tension. "Relax, it's just too damn hot," he said, gesturing towards the sweltering room.

Feeling somewhat relieved by his casual response, you managed to compose yourself enough to ask, "Um, is the AC on?"

Javi nodded, understanding your concern, and got up to check the air conditioning unit. After a moment, he returned, frustration etched on his face.

"It's broken," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Guess we'll have to tough it out until I can get someone to fix it."

You groaned inwardly, feeling a fresh wave of heat wash over you at the news. "Great," you muttered, resigning yourself to the sweltering heat that seemed determined to cling to every corner of the apartment.

Javi began by slipping off his shoes, followed by the removal of his pants. "Well, I'm getting comfortable," he stated casually, his voice echoing in the room. Your cheeks flushed as Javi continued to undress before you, each movement captivating your attention. As he started to take off his pants, you couldn't resist stealing a glance at the prominent outline in his boxers.

Looking up at him from your seated position, you found yourself mesmerized by his presence. Standing before you, Javi exuded an aura of confidence that was almost intoxicating. His demeanor sent a shiver down your spine, stirring a heat within you that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

Standing before you in just his boxers, Javi's half-hard dick was unmistakably visible, his smirk betraying his bold intentions. Without a hint of shame, he openly admired your breasts, his gaze filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," he confessed, his voice husky with longing.

In response, you met Javi's gaze with a coy expression, your hands gently resting on your thigh. "Javi?" you murmured, seeking clarity or perhaps a moment of hesitation in his eyes.

Meeting your gaze with unbridled lust, Javi's response was unapologetically direct. "Do you know how much I would pay to fuck right now?" he whispered, the intensity of his desire palpable in the air between you.

You brought one of your hands up to his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "How much?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. With a daring move, your hand traced the line of his boxers, pushing the fabric lower exposing more of his curly little happy trail. Your gaze met his with an intensity that mirrored your desire, those same sweet eyes inviting him closer.

In response, Javi's hand moved to caress the back of your head, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. The air between you crackled with anticipation, each touch igniting a fiery longing that begged to be quenched.

As his soft touch swiftly changed, Javi's demeanor shifted, his grip on your hair becoming firmer, almost commanding. With a forceful tug, he compelled your head to tilt back, exposing the vulnerable curve of your throat. Leaning in closer, his face mere inches from yours, he exuded an intensity that left you breathless.

In the charged silence that followed, Javi's voice was a low, husky whisper against your ear. "How much? Enough to make you forget your own name, baby," he declared, his words a potent blend of desire and possession. And with that declaration hanging in the air, your lips finally crashed with his, igniting a fiery passion that consumed you both.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you melted into each other on the couch, the world outside fading into obscurity as you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of desire. Every touch, every kiss was an affirmation of the intense connection between you, each moment building upon the next until you were both consumed by an insatiable hunger for one another.

He lowered you onto your back, his weight pressing deliciously against you as he moved over the top of you, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck. But as his advances intensified, you pushed him off gently, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you rose to your feet, leaving Javi looking confused.

"If you're paying..." you began, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you dropped to your knees before him, your hands caressing his thighs and stomach teasingly. "I should be extra caring towards you," you continued, your voice dripping with playful seduction. "You know, Javi, you're just..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Javi cut you off abruptly, his grip on your hair tight as he pulled you closer. "Suck my dick or I'm not paying you anything," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. With a silent nod, you complied, reaching to pull Javi's dick out of his boxers.

Javi may have been a cocky asshole, but he had good reason to be. His dick was at least the size of a coke can, a fact that was impossible to ignore. With a small spit into your hand, you began to stroke his impressive length softly, feeling the weight of it in your palm. Drawing closer to him, you licked his shaft a few times before softly sucking on the pinkish tip, humming as you did so.

Javi, eager for more, used his hand to guide your mouth further down his dick. Taking the hint, you accepted the challenge, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage, even if it felt like your mouth might split in half. With one hand still working his shaft, you moved the other to his balls, gently fondling them as you continued to please him. A sweet sound escaped Javi's lips in response, spurring you on to suck a little more of him into your mouth.

As your lips enveloped him, Javi's hips instinctively lifted, driving himself deeper into your mouth. The sudden intrusion made you gag slightly, but you fought to maintain your composure, meeting his gaze with glossy eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination. Sensing your reaction, Javi's movements became more deliberate, his thrusts growing softer and more controlled as he found a rhythm that suited both of you.

With each movement, you adjusted, finding your own pace to match his, the sensation of him filling your mouth and sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. As he continued to thrust, you shifted your focus, using one hand to gently massage and fondle his balls, adding an extra layer of stimulation that drove him wild with desire.

As Javi's hips stilled, he let out a low, guttural moan, the sound sending a thrill coursing through you. "God damn," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "Get on my dick. If I'm paying, I'm cumming inside of you."

You continued to softly suck on his dick, your lips trailing teasingly along his length as you listened to his words. His moans were like music to your ears, each sound fueling the fire burning between you. With a deliberate pop, you released his dick from your mouth, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you shed your pants and underwear, revealing the extent of your arousal. You were soaked, the evidence of your desire glistening on your skin.

Noticing the hunger in Javi's gaze, you felt a surge of excitement rush through you. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against your stomach in a hungry kiss before his hands gripped your upper thighs, guiding you to straddle his face. Your pussy hovered tantalizingly over his mouth, the anticipation sending shivers down your spine as you felt the tickle of his mustache against your inner thighs.

"Ready to forget your name?" Javi said smugly, his words sending a thrill of anticipation through you. Without waiting for a response, he placed a direct kiss on your clit, his tongue expertly finding the sensitive area with ease.

Javi's tongue worked its magic on your clit, setting off an explosion of pleasure that made you arch your back in ecstasy. Waves of sensation rippled through your entire body, leaving you gasping for air as Javi's precise movements brought you closer to the edge.

With each passing second, you felt yourself unraveling under the intensity of Javi's touch. The world around you faded away as you surrendered to the pleasure he bestowed upon you. His lips and tongue moved with a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart, pushing you toward the brink of desire-fueled madness.

As the heat between you intensified, a primal need for release consumed your every thought. Your fingers gripped the fabric of the couch as you rode the wave of pleasure, feeling it threaten to overwhelm you completely.

In a final, desperate cry of ecstasy, you shattered into a million pieces, consumed by the overwhelming bliss of climax. Javi's name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper as you succumbed to the ecstasy that washed over you, your body trembling with the force of your release.

With a smirk playing on his now arousal-covered face, Javi gently lowered your legs before positioning you to straddle him. There was a fleeting moment of pure bliss in his gaze as he looked at you, his eyes filled with desire. Your lips met in a passionate kiss as he began to insert his sizable cock into you, eliciting a moan from your lips at the delicious stretch.

You weren't a stranger to intimacy, but the sheer girth of him made you gasp in pleasure. Javi's reputation was well-deserved, and as he filled you, you couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of sensation coursing through your body. Once you were fully seated on his dick, a deep, guttural moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled as Javi pulled you close to his chest.

The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, the room's humidity rising with each passionate movement shared between you and Javi. It was as if the very atmosphere around you was charged with the heat of your desire, amplifying the intensity of your connection.

You started to move your hips a little faster, grinding against him as your breasts pressed tantalizingly against his chest. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, aching to find that perfect spot inside of you that promised pure ecstasy. Javi held you close, his grip firm yet gentle as he guided your movements, his desire evident in the way he met your rhythm.

With a low groan, Javi shifted his legs to rest on the coffee table in front of him, angling himself to better thrust into you. The change in position sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine as you felt him plunge deeper inside you, the sensation overwhelming yet utterly intoxicating. Javi's groan mingled with your moans of pleasure.

Javi released his hold on you, his hands moving to your hips, ensuring you were perfectly settled upright on his dick. A gasp escaped your lips at the sudden change, the sensation of him hitting that sweet spot sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire being. Javi could feel your grip tightening around him, a sure sign that he had found the spot that drove you wild.

With a primal intensity, Javi began to pound up into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body. His hands held you firmly in place as you braced yourself against his chest, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him for dear life. Your moans grew louder with each passing moment, a symphony of desire that filled the room.

As the coil of pleasure tightened in your stomach, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With a loud cry, you felt the wave of orgasm crashing over you, your body trembling with the force of it. You buried your face in Javi's shoulder, overcome with the intensity of sensation coursing through you.

Javi, sensing your release, slowed his thrusts, not wanting to overstimulate you. "Awe, giving up so soon?" he teased, his voice husky with desire. "What am I paying you for?" But even as he spoke, the desire in his eyes burned brightly.

As Javi's hips drove upwards with a relentless urgency, the sheer force of his movements sent you spiraling further into ecstasy. Your head fell back, exposing your neck to the heated air as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you trembling in their wake. With each thrust, your senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins.

His voice, thick with desire, reached your ears like a primal growl, stirring something deep within you. "You like that, huh?" Javi's words were more of a statement than a question, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he watched your reactions with hungry eyes. The way he took you, possessing you with every thrust, ignited a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Unable to form coherent words, you could only manage a breathless nod in response, your body responding to his touch with a fervor that bordered on desperation. With each thrust, the coil of pleasure tightened in your stomach, the anticipation of release driving you to the brink of oblivion.

As the intensity of your connection reached its peak, Javi's movements became more frenzied, driving you both toward the edge of ecstasy. With a final, desperate cry, you felt the wave of orgasm crashing over you, your body convulsing with the force of it as you surrender yourself fully to the pleasure.

And then, in that moment of pure bliss, you felt him release inside you, his hot seed spilling deep within your core. The sensation of him pulsing within you sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body, amplifying the intensity of your climax until you were both consumed by the sheer ecstasy of it all.

He slid out of you, his movements slow and deliberate, before pulling you into his arms on the couch. You couldn't help but giggle at the playful exchange as he reached for his wallet. "So, how much?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"100 dollars," you replied with a mischievous grin, teasing him with the modest amount.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he regarded you fondly. "You're worth more than that," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection. With a playful flick of his wrist, he tossed his wallet in your direction before leaning back against the cushions, a smirk playing on his lips.

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pascalssbabyy · 1 month

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Birthday Interruptions

Pairing: Javi Gutiarrez x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You’re Javi’s assistant and organise a party to celebrate his birthday. However, amongst all the music and entertainment, Javi’s too focused on unwrapping his birthday present early, which of course, happens to be you.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, mdni, no use of y/n, no age mentioned, brief description of reader (she has hair that can be pulled and she also wears makeup), alcohol consumption, soft!Javi, but also slight dom!Javi, fingering, f!oral, P in V, unprotected sex, mirror sex, creampie, soft ending 🥹

I’m so excited to finally be sharing this with all of you! Javi Gutierrez has the warmest place in my heart and I had to write about him. Please let me know your thoughts and I hope you all enjoy this very smutty little drabble!

The biggest shoutout to @schnarfer for her continuous support and helping me with this! Forever grateful 💕

Javi’s been watching you all night.

And it wasn’t quick looks in your direction or subtle glances.

You’re standing in the corner of the room and the party’s already in full swing. Your eyes focus on the busy crowd, nervous palms smoothing out the creases in your dress and clutching onto your champagne flute. You slowly lift the glass up to your lips and take a sip, the mixture of fruity flavours and acidic bubbles bursting all over your tastebuds.

The sound of music and voices fills the open space. There’s a round of applause and laughter as it decorates the night sky, the clinking of bottles and the tapping of heels echoes in your ear drums, the scattering of fairy lights shining and displaying the beauty of Javi’s home.

You stay back and observe him while he weaves through the busy crowd. You breathe in heavily, smiling at the broadness of his back, his shoulders flexing and covered in a dark, forest green blazer, with his shirt unbuttoned underneath, revealing a glimpse of his sun-kissed chest. His hair was partially slicked back with gel, his beard neatly trimmed and soft curls resting on the nape of his neck.

You’re weak at the knees, unconsciously clenching your thighs together.

Lucas is standing next to you as you both delve into simple conversation. You’re trying so hard to concentrate, eyes reading and mapping out the movements of his lips to help understand the words that leave them, but you can’t. You need Javi. You have to have him, right now.

A warmth travels up your spine and the hairs on your arms stand up, the scent of vetiver and amber opening up your nostrils and filling your lungs. A large hand suddenly caresses your lower back, and you shiver.

Lucas’s eyes widen, raising his glass up in celebration. “Javi!” He says, his smile full and joyful. “Nice to finally see you, happy birthday my friend.”

“Thank you, Lucas,” Javi answers, also lifting his glass towards Lucas as they both take an honourable sip of their champagne. “Glad you could make it.”

“What, and miss this?” Lucas continues, moving his gaze over Javi’s shoulder and checking the crowd. “Place is looking great cousin, you’ve done a real good job.”

Javi chuckles, giving your hip a firm squeeze. “I wish I could say that I helped in making all of this happen but…then I’d be lying. It’s this one you should be complimenting.” Javi pulls you closer, his whole hand now wrapped around your waist and giving you a nudge, “Done all the planning and organising herself.”

Lucas raises his eyebrows and smirks at you. “She’s too good for you Javi.” He sneers, winking at you.

“She’s done an incredible job,” Javi applauds, “always working hard for me.”

Javi was never one for missing an opportunity to congratulate you on your efforts and hard work. He adored you; he knew how much of your life you put into him and his profession, and he loved showing you his appreciation.

This appreciation of course, would come in many different forms.

“You better have a birthday speech tucked away in that blazer Javi,” Lucas says, pulling you out of your daydream. “You know we’re all expecting one.”

Javi pauses, his hold on your waist dropping to the curve of your backside. “It’s funny you say that…” he says, his eyes darkening, “that’s the reason I came over here.”

He gives your ass a small squeeze.

“I do have a speech planned out, however…” He looks directly at you. “There are just parts of it I’m not too happy with. Thought I could run through my ideas with you.”

You nod with hidden urgency. “Of course Javi, that’s what I’m here for.”

A few moments later you’re both saying goodbye to Lucas and making your way towards the house, his hand gently ushering you through the crowd of people.

He stops in his tracks, lips ghosting over your ear.

“Go upstairs mi amor. I’ll be there in 5.”

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Javi pushes the door open with a firm shove, his mouth attacking yours in a fervour and fingers threading through your hair as his strong frame leads you further into his bathroom, the back of your thighs hitting the marbled corner of his sink.

You gasp at the coldness on your fiery skin, lips parting and breaking away from his mouth. Javi is relentless, moving his kisses to your blushed cheeks and lower to your jaw and neck, sucking lightly on your skin that pulses rapidly against his lips and tongue.

Gripping onto his shoulders you throw your head back, giving him more access to you as you moan out his name and claw at his back. Your eyes flutter closed from his marking, his lips continuing to suck and teeth biting at your sweet spot.

You wish this could last the rest of the night, but Javi has people waiting for him, and soon, his guests will be wondering where he’d gone to. His absence away will lead to suspicion, and suspicion could lead with you both getting caught. It hurts, but this has to be quick, so with palms flat on his chest you force him away, fumbling with his belt buckle and frantic fingers yanking at his belt loops, his blown-out pupils watching you intensely.

“Javi.” You warn, “baby we have to be—”

“Quick,” He softly interrupts, “I know cariño, I know.”

Freeing his belt you pull down his zipper, your hand palming his growing cock over his boxers, feeling the hardening shape of him in your small hold.

“See what you do to me.” Javi murmurs, his lips skimming across your shoulder, “Can you feel how hard you make me. Bebé, you have no idea how badly I want you.”

Javi wraps his arms around your back, pressing his erection into your stomach and groaning at the relief it gives him. He’s so close, your body trapped between his grasp and the sink behind you.

“You’re so beautiful…” Javi says, his eyes raking over the top of your dress, the material tight against your breasts, hips and waist. “You look stunning in this dress querida.”

“It’s for you Javi. I wore it tonight, for you.”

He likes that. “Is that right?” He drags his eyes over your dress again and up to your lips. “You wore this dress for me? Is this my little birthday treat?”

Your heart quickens, and all you can do is stand there, motionless, staring at his mouth, licking your own in anticipation.

Javi smirks at you, cocking his eyebrows, his index finger follows the strap of your dress.

“Mmm, as much as I love this on you…” He murmurs, sliding the strap off your shoulder, the top of your breasts peeking out of the sweetheart neckline.

“I think it’ll be much prettier if I wasn’t on you at all. Don’t you think?”

You shudder.

He stares at you in wonder, his touch showing more of your bare and delicate skin. “You gonna be good and let me unwrap my birthday present?”

Yes. Fuck, please take it off.

Javi’s hands move to your half-covered breasts, squeezing them, swiping and pinching his digits over your nipples as they harden under his touch. He tugs at the thin strap that still rests on your shoulder, staring at your collarbone.

The material brushes lightly over your breasts and waist until it pools around your feet, kicking the fabric to the side with your heel.

“Fuck, look at you,” he gazes, taking all of you in, “and no bra too. You’re just begging for it, aren’t you hermosa.”

You’re already throbbing, body now completely bare except for the black thong that covers your sex. There’s a rush twisting in the pit of your core from the way you’re standing so exposed like this, so naked in front of him when he’s still fully clothed.

It excites you.

Reaching up to his blazer you remove it quickly, hungry eyes gaping at the spread of his chest and arms. You rub your thighs together, arousal seeping over your underwear and through the material, the fabric wrecked and sticking to your puffy folds and swollen clit.

You want him. You need him, now.

Javi’s hand follows the curve of your hips and inches closer to your anticipating sensitivity. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your thong, wetting the tip of his digits with your juices.

You clutch onto his shirt, eyes widening and squealing at the sensation, moans leaving your mouth in erratic sobs of pleasure. Javi opens you up with two fingers and slips one past your entrance. Fuck you’re completely soaked for him, the squelching sound of your arousal filling the room as he curls his finger upwards and adds a second finger, moving them in a slow and almost painful rhythm.

“Always so wet bebé. I’ll never get enough of how messy this pussy gets for me.”

“Please, Javi.”

His eyes close, getting lost in the warmth and slickness of your walls hugging his fingers. “Cariño, I know I said we were gonna be quick but I need to savour this. I have to taste you.”

Javi’s on his knees before you can acknowledge his words, his fingers moving your thong to the side and mouth delving into your folds, his tongue and lips sucking on your clit.

He grunts into your pussy and inhales your scent, the tip of his tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves as he keeps your legs spread apart, your hands knotting and messing his hair as you rub your cunt on his face.

“You have the prettiest pussy,” You hear him say, his words muffled, “so sensitive bebé.”

He licks at your arousal that seeps out of you, collecting it all on his tongue, the tip of his fingers fucking you and stroking your g-spot.

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimper, eyes moving towards the bathroom door. “I don’t wanna wait—I need more. W-want you to fuck me. Give me your cock, please.”

He removes his lips from you with a final suck on your clit, rising back onto his feet and lowering his trousers and boxers in a fast and hasty motion. His cock bounces up to his stomach, his length throbbing, his head red and responsive and his slit weeping.

“Tasted so good cariño,” He breathes, his lips and moustache wet and glossy with your arousal. “You want me to fuck you now? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes please.” You whimper, turning your body around and bracing your hands on the counter, opening your legs wider and bending your back, moving your ass closer to his cock. Your eyes watch his every move in the mirror.

He drags your panties down your legs before the tip of his cock notches at your entrance, rubbing his whole length along your pussy and covering himself with your sweetness.

“You know I love hearing those noises you make for me.” He coos, eyeing you in the reflection, “But I need you to be good and stay quiet. Think you can do that? Think you can behave when I fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Y-yes Javi.” You choke out. “Please. Give it to me, I can be quiet, I’ll be so good—”

Your voice cuts off as Javi fills you in one deep thrust, his groin making contact with the curve of your ass. You gasp out in shock and surprise, eyes rolling back at the burning sting trickling down your skin.

“That’s it.” He praises, swirling his hips as his tip reaches deeper, “Feel me. Feel how much my cock fills this small cunt.”

Your breathing is quick, your walls pulsing around his length as you try to adjust to his large size.

“Fuck you’re tight,” Javi grits, fingers digging into your hips. “How am I supposed to last when you feel like this. You’re choking me baby.”

“Relax for me.”

He slowly pulls his length out when he feels your walls loosen around him, starting at a hurried pace and driving back into you hard.

It’s overwhelming. Your weight falls onto your elbows, the power of Javi’s movements causing tears to prick on your lash line, that coil in your stomach building up and spewing over.

“Taking me so well querida,” He purrs, “doing so good for me.”

Skin slaps against skin, hands gripping onto the marble counter as you lose yourself in him, your mind completely fogged and vision blurred by bliss.

Javi hauls you up and presses his chest against your back, holding onto your jaw with a firm grasp, directing your gaze so you’re watching yourself in the mirror.

“Look—“ Javi grunts. “Open your eyes and watch yourself hermosa. This cock fucks you good, don’t it. Can’t even speak she’s so fucked out. Shit—tell me how good I’m making you feel.“

“S-so good Javi. Feels so good.”

You fix your stare on the reflection in the mirror, your cheeks crimson and make-up smudged, your skin hot and hair knotty, Javi’s body continuing to move quickly and steady behind you.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. Keep your eyes on me and watch how I fuck you. Wanna watch you come apart on my cock.”

Javi focuses on where you’re connected, his mouths agape as he groans out, watching his cock plunge into your spent cunt, his dick saturated and glistening, your juices running down his thighs and wetting the coarse hairs.

“Christ it just keeps coming bebé,” He chuckles breathlessly, “Shit you’re so wet, fucking perfecta.”

Javi lifts up your leg and rests your knee on the edge of the counter, his cock delving even further inside your walls.

“Fuck—Javi!” You shout, hand outstretched and holding onto the back of his neck.

He bites your earlobe and you can feel his smile on your skin. “So much for being quiet mi amor. You gonna let everyone know who’s fucking you this good? You gonna scream it out of everyone to hear?”

You suck on your bottom lip, mumbling your whines and moans as they threaten to pour over.

He touches you everywhere. His hands kneading and circling your hard nipples, his tongue licking your salty skin, fingers threading through your hair and yanking it into a makeshift ponytail.

“That’s it princesa,” Javi praises. “I can feel you’re close, sucking me so tight. You gonna come for me?“

“Yes…,” You cry out, “M’so close Javi. P-please don’t stop.”

“Never bebé. Never going another day without seeing you like this. Go on, show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”

Javi’s holds you steady when he knows your body’s about to shake and fall, his strong arms wrapping around and fingers lowering to toy with your clit and glide his digits through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck…Javi—”

Your climax hits you without any warning, body trembling and legs weak. Javi’s voice is warm and soft, coaxing you through your orgasm. You watch him in the reflection as you release more of yourself all over his length, coming with a silent cry and gushing on him with more of your juices.

“What did I do to deserve you,” Javi murmurs. “Shit, you feel heavenly.”

Javi’s temples drip with sweat, his curls falling onto the dampened skin of his forehead. His eyebrows furrow and his nose crinkles in concentration, his thrusts becoming sloppy, your walls pulling him closer to his own release.

“Buena niña. Fuck, I’m gonna come.“

“Inside,” You whisper, “Come inside me Javi.”

With one last shove of his cock, Javi’s hips still as he spills himself inside you, his thighs quivering and painting your walls with his hot come.

He chants your name, his body going limp and collapsing on you, his voice wavering and fanning across the back of your neck.

Javi stays nestled inside you, lips kissing your shoulder blade, his hot breath fanning across your skin and hands rubbing up and down your arms.

He winces when he pulls himself out of you, his come leaking out and dripping down your thighs.

He licks the inside of your mouth when you turn around to face him, gasping out at the feel of his fingers inching between your legs, collecting his come on his fingers and pushing it back inside you.

“Come on,” He sighs, “let’s clean ourselves up.”

You both freshen up and get redressed, fixing your make-up and the mascara that’s smudged under your eyes. The clanking of a belt buckle is heard behind you as you thread your fingers through your hair, removing the tangles from Javi’s tenacious grip.

You haven’t looked at Javi, and when your head perks up towards him, he’s already staring at you, his eyes wide and smile gentle.

“Fuck you’re gonna be trouble for me hermosa. You expect me to go back down after that?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring his words, but you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. “Did you really have a speech planned? Or was that an excuse to get us away from everyone?”

“I do have a speech planned,” he laughs, moving towards you and placing a kiss on the side of your cheek, staring back at you in the mirror. “I just really needed to have you to myself, just for a little while.”

You hum. “Well it definitely worked.”

“I knew it would,” he teases, flashing you the most joyful smile. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you.”

Slicking back the curls at the front of his face you kiss his lips one last time.

“Never. Happy Birthday Javi.”

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mayiwritesomething · 19 days

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Love is an Unfamiliar Name - MasterList

You’re a sucessful and methodic award winner music composer and producer, that after working on a few movies got invited to coordinate the sound department on a TV series, by your busy and controlled schedule, it will be just another project on your portifolio… but life sometimes has a funny way to surprise you.

A/N: Reader is somewhere in her 30s, No use of Y/N, no physical description (that i can remember)

Btw i just added a playlist with the songs that served as inspiration (in cronological order)

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

> Spotify Playlist <

Series Chapters:

Pt. 1 - Dinner

Pt. 2 - Snacks

Pt. 3 - Inmsonia

Pt. 4 - …That is Jupiter

Pt. 5 - Que sera sera (+18)

Pt. 6 - Stay (+18)

Pt. 7 - Fear (Of the Unknown)

Pt. 8 - The Irishman

Pt. 9 - Home (Final Chapter)

One-Shots (can be read on it’s own without following the chapters):

Echoplex (+18)

Don’t Change

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babygirlispunk · 1 year

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Summer Fling - PART ONE

Pedro Pascal X f!Reader

Summary: living in a completely different hemisphere, you didn’t expect to bump into Pedro Pascal at a music festival.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Reader is not physically or ethnically described but is Australian. Honestly inspired by my own summer romance I experienced when I was younger with a guy who happened to be Latino lol. This is just quickly written to get over my jitters and get confidence to post other stuff SO ITS PROBALY A BIT MESSY SORRY.

MASTERLIST - NEXT

The ground is vibrating beneath you feet, your ears are ringing from hours of listening to loud music for days. The temperature has cooled down from the summer sun with the night sky. Bodies glisten with sweat, dancing in the crowded space as you're all harmoniously vibing and singing to RUFUS. Everyone's either drunk or high, sloppily hanging off one another or shouting aloud enthusiastically.

It's New Years Eve, 10 or so minutes from midnight. You can't believe your seeing one of your favourite bands live and an absolute banger of a song is playing right now and you can't help but raise your hands into the air and dance your heart out, shouting the lyrics not caring how scratchy your voice is from singing along with different singers and bands for the past 3 days.

You manage to hear your name being called out next to you. It's your best friend Syria. You two managed to lose the rest of your group when squeezing your way further to the front wanting to get into the heart of the crowd and the vibe.

She leans in closer so you can hear her over the pounding music. "I reckon we should get to the very front before midnight hits."

"Why don't we ask someone if we can sit on their shoulders?" you yell back.

You both look around to find any guy or girl that would be willing to hold you and Syria up but most people are already paired up or in groups leaving the creepy looking ones left that would probably feel you up.

Bodies keep dancing around you as you duck and weave your way through to the front. You quickly make it, motivated by the words 'You were right' booming from the speakers and the singer announcing that New Years is drawing in. As you emerge to your new spot you bump with some guy passing a quick sorry and turning your attention to the stage. Both happy with how close you are, you wrap your arm around Syria's shoulder and she wraps hers around your waist. You scream-sing, jumping up and down together getting hyped, probably sounding like squealing pigs, when you just hear a laugh next to you.

(Highly recommend listening to You Were Right - RUFUS DU SOL for the next part, for the vibe)

You look where it came from and connect with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes accessorised by glasses, paired with a wide cheesy grin framed by a scruffy, patchy beard and unkempt curly hair. He must've been the guy you bumped... Being polite, you smile back and turn back to the stage singing with Syria.

But it hits you like a brick wall and you double take. You look back to see the guy talking to their friend, up close as they talk into each others ears. Colourful lights bounce off him from the stage and you focus on his face, confirming who it is.

"Syria!" You hiss into her ear but she's too entranced by the music to notice so you give her a shake under your arm and gives you a 'what' face.

"You would not believe who is next to me!" She gives you a confused look then peeks in front of you to look at him, returning to face you with eyes as big as an owl.

Without wasting a breath she shoves you into his direction and you trip over yourself and bump into him again, basically landing on him but he ever so gracefully catches you, hooking his hands underneath your armpits.

"Woah there, had a bit too much to drink have we?" he chimes out loud.

You're embarrassed and can only blurt out a no.

"Sorry about that, those guys next to us knocked us over." Syria covers for you.

"Assholes." he looks at you, still held in his strong hands, smiling sweetly.

He brings you back to your feet and you turn around to say your thanks but your close. Really close. Face to face. Your eyes flicker at every point of his face, really soaking in every detail your buzzed out brain can retain till you land on his eyes. They're looking down at you're lips before they flick up and lock with yours. They're so deep and gorgeous, you could just dive and swim in them

"Thanks." you manage to say despite your heart is beating violently inside your ribcage. He winks back with a cheeky grin making you blush as you turn back to face the stage. The song keeps pumping around you and Syria is dancing and singing her little heart out.

He stands right besides you now and you can feel his hand brushing against your arm as you both dance on the spot. You can feel the goosebumps travelling up your arm as he keeps touching and nudging you. You can't help yourself but steal a glance at him only to see him doing the same, biting your lip, saving yourself from giggling like a little girl. That damn smile hasn't left his face.

The massive crowd surrounding you start screaming out the minute countdown and you join in trying to distract yourself from the closing proximity between the two of you. Try as you might, you still keep looking at him in the corner of your eye only to see him doing the same.

30 seconds left.

A hand gently glides around your waist followed by a body pressing against to your side sending a chill through your body and the butterflies are released, fluttering wildly in your stomach.

20 seconds left.

You look up at him, he's looking forward at the stage bobbing his head pretending like he isn't pulling your body towards him right now. He's clearly showing his interest, there's no point chickening out now.

You snake your hand underneath his loose tee and wrap your arm along his back, placing your hand on his hip using your thumb to caress the skin on his back.

He turns his gaze to you with a smirk on his face and squeezes his hand holding your waist making you gulp down.

10 seconds left.

He bends down so that his mouth grazes your ear ever so softly.

"I was wondering if you would be my new years kiss?"

He moves his face in front of yours, just a breath away, waiting for your answer.

"Are you sure?" was all you could manage.

"Why not start the year kissing a gorgeous girl?" he inches closer to you, nose tips brushing.

You're both breathing heavy, both of your eyes fliting between each others eyes and mouth. Breaths brushing each others skin.

You turn your bodies to face one another. Moving your arms around his neck, his hands not losing contact with your waist, squeezing your lower half closer to his, pelvis' coming in contact inciting a flutter down there.

The song drops and lips crash into one another, the impact cushioned by his plush lips, you feel euphoric. This all surreal even with Syria screaming her lungs out behind you along with cheers from the masses.

You feel the heat of fireworks and sparklers set off from the stage as everyone celebrates the new year but it doesn't compare to the fire burning inside you as he pulls you in tighter making your chests rub against each other as you two are hungrily trying to taste one another. He swipes his tongue along your lips as an invitation to deepen the kiss and you let him in immediately. As your tongues dance together, tasting each others choice of alcohol, you feel his nose tickle against your cheek.

Not wanting to pull away, you inhale and exhale through your nose and you are enveloped by his smell, his sweet musky smell. He is like a damn drug and you're already addicted. Wanting more you tangle your fingers through his hair, desperately trying to bring him in closer, deeper than physically possible.

You're becoming overwhelmed by it all that a moan slips out of you, passing though and exchanged to his lips. You try not to over think it but you feel a slight smile form on his lips as he devour you, returning the moan back for you to inhale. His hand drops to your ass, kneading them in his fists and pulling you even closer than you thought possible letting you grind up his hard rump forming underneath his thick jeans and your core slickens fast.

Not wanting let go but starving for oxygen, you eventually pull back, not letting go of your bodies. He is also out of breath, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“What’s your name?”

You say your name through shallow breaths and he repeats it after you. You feel excitement hearing him say it out aloud, making your own name sound like liquid gold oozing from his mouth. Still getting your breath back, be gently nudges his nose on yours, pecking you and not wanting to lose the space between you, eyes never leaving yours.

“Would you come back to my tent* with me? Get away from this crowd and prying eyes…” he says almost desperately asking as his lips keep pecking yours, knowing exactly what he’s really asking.

You nod in agreement and he smiles that sickly sweet smile. Moving his hands from your ass, he threads his hands into yours and turns to his small friend group speaking with each other. You then realise they had watched the little show you two had put on. Then you feel like something is missing.

Syria.

You look all around in the surrounding crowd of singing and dancing bodies but you can’t find her. She’s missing. Letting go of his hand, you continue looking around getting on your top toes, jumping to look over peoples heads. You call out her name but she’s no where to be seen. Every worse case scenario runs through your head. Your group made one rule to follow during this festival.

Never ditch your buddy.

A wide hand grips around your wrist, giving you a slight fright till you remember who it was connected to, following his body till your met with his puppy dog eyes.

“My friend is missing, I need to find her, make sure she’s okay.” You say frantically.

“Let me help you.”

“No no it’s okay.” There was no way you were going to drag an A-list celeb around massive festival grounds swarmed with thousands of people that could horde him, away from the safety of his own friends.

“Are you sure?” He brings you in closer wrapping his arms around your waist as if locking you to him and you hold onto his arms, getting a good feel of how toned they are. You look at his lips, swollen from your kiss, hungry for more but you had priorities…

Giving him one last kiss, you keep it sweet and simple, lingering there for a moment fighting the urge the stay. “It was nice meeting you Pedro.”

As you pull away he give you a sad smile to pair with his puppy eyes. Turning away, shattered your moment was cut short, you weave through the crowd looking for Syria.

You circle round the crazy crowd, desperately looking for Syria but to no avail. You whip out your phone fumbling fingers on the screen trying to call her. Reception on its last bar unsurprisingly but by some miracle she answers. You hear your name from the other side but it’s staticky and broken, repeating over and over again as you try to call her name on your end.

Barely making out the words over the static and loud music pounding around you before it eventually hangs up. You look at your screen, call failed.

You growl in frustration, till a hand grabs your shoulder. Twisting around hoping to see his face, you’re sadly met with your friend Joey.

“Hey we’ve been looking for you!” He yells over the music.

“I’ve been looking for Syria!” You yell back.

He rolls his eyes and grabs your hand and leads you.

Once you’ve reach the back of the crowd, the music is less rattling and people are more spread out, laying on the grass, too drunk or too high, you spot of friend group with Syria.

“There you are! I thought you were kidnapped or something.” You give her a big hug, relieved.

“Oh my God no! I spotted some of the group in the crowd and went to get them so they could witness you getting with your celeb crush!”

“I still don’t believe it. Could be a look alike” Huffs Joey.

“Well luckily I took a pic.” Syria proudly unlocks her phone and shows everyone the photo.

It’s blurry and all you can see is your back facing the camera with the top of Pedro’s head next to yours. The butterflies from before flutter again as you see he’s arm wrapped tight around your waist and his hand gripping your ass.

“Can’t see shit Syria.” Someone else says.

“Fuck off.” Syria shoves the person and turns her attention to you. “I’m sorry I ditched you. Didn’t mean to scare you and ruin your moment. Literally the one time it really mattered. Now you probably won't see him again.”

You give her a big hug knowing she didn’t ditch intentionally. “All good. Just glad knowing you're alive and not kidnapped by weirdos.”

“You hot bitch, you hooked up with Pedro fucking Pascal!” She squeals his name and jumping like an energized puppy, overly excited for you.

You laugh out loud, still not quite comprehending it actually happened despite your skin still hot from his touch, the tingle lingering below and your lips swollen from your intense pash. You bite your bottom lip, reminiscing.

“What a way to start the year.”

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A/N: Multiple day festivals in Australia, typically, people camp at the festival site with tents, camper vans etc. and depending on the festival, they sometimes have the VIP tents with working facilities that cost an extra pretty penny AKA glampin' so he’s chilling in that 👍🏼

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bluemusickid · 1 month

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The Heiress

Pairing: Lucien Flores x Heiress Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), slight dub-con (if you squint), slight dom-sub dynamics, just in general smuttiness, read at your own risk.

A/N: The collective brainrot those clips have brought us as a fandom (thanks for that, Tony ;3), is INSANE. This is just a smalllll effort in keeping that alive till we get the full movie. I have to confess: this is just shameless PWP at this point lmaoooo (don't judge me, i'm just a girl after all). enjoy and please reblog if you liked it thankssss <3 <3

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(Photos/Gifs of P, credz: @a7estrellas, the dividers are by the lovely @saradika-graphics)

Dull.

That's what these parties were to you always. Dull. Throw in a bunch of old men in stiff suits holding onto champagne flutes like their lives depended on it. Even worse, they tried to sell themselves to you, as if their sad marketing convinced you. You still entertained them, owing to a lack of anything fun happening around those parts.

That is till you met him.

Lucien, he had introduced himself. A cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, a champagne flute in his hand as he was engaged in a conversation with Hermann Astor, owner of the art gallery that was hosting one of the many boring do's you simply HAD to attend.

Truth be told, you weren't really listening to him. The whole "I'm-a-man-of-culture-so-of-course-I-know-art" spiel was boring. So many men trying to dazzle you with their "expertise", but you couldn't care less. To your surprise though, Lucien didn't mansplain or explain the intricacies of art missed by many. He let Hermann drone on, only piping in when something piqued his interest. He only met your eyes a few times, his dark brown hues holding his secrets.

But you knew what he was thinking. It was quite obvious, isn't that what most men wanted in this room? A chance to talk to you, an heiress to a hefty inheritance, maybe a chance to woo you, wine and dine you and then pop a ring on your finger. Maybe get you pregnant. Secure the bag.

Atleast that's what you assumed he wanted, but he didn't seem like the type to talk you up. He was mostly interested in having a chat about your life, why you hung out at these places especially since you gave no fucks about fine arts, and so on. It was surprising, true, but maybe men changed up their tactics ever so often. So you played along, as you always did. Answering with as much truth as you could.

You found yourself on the balcony standing next to him, staring at the vast grounds with its fine cut grass and neatly trimmed hedges, the moon casting its glow upon it. Turning to him, you decided to cut to the chase. You were bored, and only a quick fuck could break the tedium. Running your hand along his arm, you pulled him to one of the bedrooms, pushing him against the door. Leaning towards him, you brought your lips close to his, waiting for his permission to continue. He leaned forward, as you latched your lips to his, guiding his arms to wrap around you, deepening the kiss as you pushed yourself further into him. That's odd, you thought. This actually felt nice.

His lips, while hesitant at first, tangled with yours, the heat warming your bones. He ever so slightly placed his hands on you, running them down your body down to your hips, squeezing gently as he rested them there; pulling you towards him and his growing erection.

Itching to taste him, you knelt down, licking his growing manhood over the fabric of his tight dress pants. With a growl, he pulled you up, gripping your shoulders as he turned you around and walked you over to the bed behind you. Pushing you down, he bent you over so your ass was up in the air as your face was smushed into the soft bedding eagerly waiting in anticipation.

You felt his hot breath as his lips trailed along your thighs, his tongue running over the divots and the stretch marks that adorned your skin. You squirmed, wishing he would turn his attention to the place you needed him the most. He seemed to have heard your unspoken wish, because the very next moment, his lips moved over your core, his tongue lightly ghosting over your wet folds, your swollen core. You panted, your hands grabbing the duvet with a force that you weren't even sure was possible.

Lucien started off slow, and then dove in, his tongue swirling over your swollen nub, as he gathered your wetness on his finger and pushed a digit inside; his tongue and his finger working in tandem. You groaned loudly, pushing your hips onto his tongue, not realising that they were moving of their own accord, ever-so-slightly undulating and moving in rhythm to his licks and thrusts. Through the haze of pure lust, you realised that you were meant to be in control of this entire situation. Reaching behind, you tangled your fingers into his soft brown curls, pulling him even closer to your nub as you fucked yourself on his tongue, moaning loudly as he groaned at your act of dominance; the vibrations shooting through your core, making their way through your body. He added another finger, doubling his efforts as he felt your legs shake, and your core tightening as you neared your peak.

You screamed into the duvet, muffling your cries as your orgasm took over. You would've collapsed into the mattress had Lucien not been holding on to you, resting his head on your back as he caught his breath as well. The both of you lay there, him spooning you, till your breathing returned to normal. Straightening your clothes, you both exited the room, not meeting each others' eyes, no words spoken to one another.

The rest of the evening went very well, your secret rendezvous leaving you satiated, yet hungry for more.

The second time you met him was at the Charity Ball held by your "good friend" Fiona Mayhew, who got on your nerves most of the time, but did a lot of good for underprivileged children/teens and their education; so you stuck around. At first, you didn't really wish to go to her stuffy ball; but RSVP'd yes, with the smallest hope that Lucien would be there.

He was, of course. Dressed in a well tailored, crisp tux, his messy brown curls slicked back and gelled down. You hated to admit it, but he looked downright edible. You pretended not to notice him at first, making small talk with the members of the small group he was entertaining. You mingled, the both of you catching each others gaze as you talked to the other guests, your eyes conveying what you couldn't bring yourself to say. You barely managed to pull your gaze away from him each time, silently berating yourself for giving him that much importance. It was all a game, all a ploy.

It was working, though. Because the next time he caught your gaze, his deep brown eyes darkened as he walked out of the gigantic ball room, making his way to the large area where the cars were parked. Making his way through the maze of luxury, vintage cars, he walked over to a cambrian grey Bentley, leaning against it as an invitation to join him. He smirked, watching your hips sway as you sashayed towards him, ready to beat him at his own game. He held the door open, his hand moving from the small of your back to rest on your behind, giving you a small smack as you made your way in. Tsking, you gave him a wolfish grin, as you slid the dropped sleeves of your gown from your shoulders, his eyes bulging at the sight of your gorgeous breasts being freed from their confines.

The car shook, almost too violently, as you bounced on his cock, a moan escaping your mouth as you felt him hit your front wall, over and over. You'd always thought of sex as a chore, something to get over with. But it felt different, with him; it felt as if your body and mind split, and was only concentrated on him and how he felt inside. Your core squeezed around him, as you pulled him deeper inside; fingernails digging into his meaty shoulder. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead in the crook of your neck as he thrust up into you, pulling you towards him to meet his sharp and pointed thrusts. Your breath caught in your throat, lips ghosting over his as your breaths mingled, all thoughts of speech banished. He kissed his way down your neck to your gorgeous globes, running the tip of his tongue around your swollen nipples. This action made you groan, running your fingers through his hair, completely mussing them up and ruining his do. You couldn't care less; with the way he was making you feel, you had half a mind to pull him to the ballroom and fuck him in front of everyone to show the reason for his and your disheveled states.

His thrusts began to speed up as he held you in place, your legs trembling and burning as you tried to hold yourself up, absorbing every bit of his amorous assault on you. Undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, you yanked the shirt off his shoulder, biting down hard at the exposed skin. He growled loudly, thrusting up once, then twice as he emptied himself into you, painting your walls as you squeezed every drop from him, reaching your explosive end as well. The euphoria melted into your veins, swiftly coursing through the length of your body. But yet again, as he helped you straighten yourself up, no words were spoken.

Both of you made your way back to the ballroom, your clothes and hair slightly askew, and a bright red mark on Lucien's neck, that he didn't bother hiding for the rest of the night. You wouldn't be surprised if people found out that the two of had been together, let alone what the two of you were upto

You couldn't bring yourself to care, though.

And now here you were, months later. You hadn't seen Lucien for quite some time, but you didn't really care all that much. It wasn't like you were pining after him. On the contrary, you'd found quite a few men to keep yourself entertained.

You walked into Fiona's beach soiree, thanking divine providence that it wasn't a black tie affair. The fact that it was at her luxurious beach house, which was facing the vast ocean, just happened to be a silver lining. You made your way around the party, chatting with Fiona about her latest venture, the NGO she had established, the soiree a means to raise funds.

As the night progressed, you found yourself pleasantly buzzed as you sat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to serve you. A familiar voice directed at you made you turn, only to see Lucien standing there, a flute of champagne in his hands, his signature smirk on his face. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, shifting your focus to the drink placed in front of you. He looked amazing, his messy curls softly styled, his beautiful neck adorned with gold chains and a thick ring on his finger. You had never seen him this casual, the Hawaiian shirt he had donned sitting loosely on him, leaving little to imagination.

Raising your glass at him in a silent toast, you smiled, taking a swig of the bubbly liquid. Delicious.

"You alone?" He drawled.

You gestured around, "Do you see anyone else here?"

"Touché." He took a swig of his drink, eyebrows raising as he savoured it. There was a small lull in the conversation but you didn't mind. It's not like the both of you talked when you were together.

"So. Long time no see."

"Yeah, kinda hard to see someone if they don't really show their face at events." you mused dryly.

He chuckled, nodding at the accusation. Taking your flute from your hand, he put the glasses on the counter, beckoning to the garden at the back of the house, "up for a smoke?"

"I don't smoke.", you said smugly, downing the glass in front of you.

He leaned towards you, bending down to whisper in your ear, "Who said anything about smoking?"

You should've known. It never ended in just talking, in fact, you don't think you've ever had a proper conversation with Lucien, barring that one time on the balcony, the night you met him. It was as if the bond between you was solely driven by the sheer lust and attraction you had for one another. Just the way you preferred it, and wanted it, truth be told.

As you both made your way outside, Lucien pinned you to the stone wall, locking his fingers with yours as he held your arms by your head, his lips brushing over yours. You wanted to ask him many things, probably talk about the both of you and your arrangement, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk. Atleast, not now.

You felt your insides flutter in anticipation, as he left kisses all over you: your neck, your breasts, your stomach. Pushing your dress up, he left open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, biting and sucking till he left marks, you were sure of it. Pulling your lace panties to the side, he began to eat you out with a ferocity that aroused you and scared you in equal parts. All you could do was hold on as he held your wet folds apart, his tongue running over your swollen nub. Briefly, he pulled back to look at your core; swearing under his breath as he saw how wet you were for him. He dove back in, pulling your lips apart with his fingers as he fucked you with his tongue for all he was worth.

You had died and gone to heaven, you were sure of it. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as each swipe of Lucien's tongue made you forget all about your surroundings. Your leg was on his shoulder, your dress was basically falling off your body and you had nearly bitten off a finger trying to hold your screams in. If he weren't so good with his tongue and his fingers, you would have laughed at the way your body turned to putty near this man.

You were rudely pulled out of your thoughts by the feel of him pushing inside you, hitching your leg on his hip as he bottommed inside you. You gasped as he stayed there, letting you feel all of him as he feasted on your breasts, his thumbs and tongue working their magic. He began to move, his hand holding both your arms above your head, restricting your movements. Rutting into you with abandon, he snarled as he felt your pussy clench around him as he tightened his hold on your arms. Using them as leverage, he quickened his motion, anchoring your waist as he fucked into you wildly, using your body for his own pleasure.

"Fuck...take it. take it all." he grunted through gritted teeth, letting go of your arms as he held you steadily, his fingers making their way to your core, circling your swollen clit.

You heard yourself shriek as you came apart, throwing your arms around his shoulders as he reached his end as well, his warm spend coating your walls. Your core pulsed, nearly strangling his cock as the aftershocks died down. Suddenly feeling exhausted, you slid down the wall as he held you, gently rocking you till you came back to normal.

As you recovered from your explosive high, there was only one thought in your mind: you were truly and honestly screwed.

GAHHHH IDK HOW THIS TURNED OUT BUT OMFG i had suchhhh fun writing it!! Hope y'all enjoy! I don't do taglists anymore, just turn on blog notifs for @lexiscyberlibrary to be notified about any new fics!

Love ya!

-xoxo Lexi <3

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pinchofhoney · 1 year

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the last goodbye, part two

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

« part one | part two

pedro pascal x fem!reader

world count: 5.2k

warning: angst, age gap (the reader is in her mid 20s), mention of smoking, mention of drinking alcohol

summary: All men do is messing with your head.

a/n: i’m incredibly proud of myself that the first part evoked such emotions in you. i was totally not expecting this, as i wrote it at a time when i wasn’t in a good place mentally, feeling terrible after losing my pet. if you feel disappointed by the lack of gripping action, i apologize (not really). i don't want to rush things, i want their emotions to sink into your soul✨

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As you slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, your tired eyes flickered open, gradually adjusting to the blinding brightness of the white ceiling looming above you. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you struggled to shake off the weariness that clung to your body like a heavy blanket. It was difficult to tell how many hours you had slept, but it certainly didn't feel like enough.

You shifted your weight and let out a groan as your muscles protested against the movement. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, leaving you drained and achy. It's funny how mental anguish can affect your body. With a sense of resignation, you rolled over onto your side, wincing at the pain that shot through your joints. Your hand fumbled around in the air until it found the offending alarm clock, blaring its obnoxious tune throughout the bedroom.

You muttered a curse under your breath as you pressed the button to silence the alarm. Despite your reluctance to start the day, you knew that you couldn't afford to linger in bed any longer. With a deep breath, you swung your legs over the edge of the mattress and forced yourself to stand up. Another day, another- You wished you could say slay, but not today. Another set of challenges to face? More likely.

As you sluggishly made your way towards the bathroom, thoughts of Pedro crept back into your mind. It had only been two weeks since he broke up with you, but it felt like an eternity. The pain was still raw and fresh, and you struggled to make sense of it all.

Every moment you had shared with him played out in your mind like a movie, and you analyzed each one, searching for some clue, some sign of what went wrong. But it was like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces – there was no explanation, no clear reason why he had ended things so abruptly.

You had loved him with all your heart and trusted him like no one before, but in the end, he had shattered your heart into a million pieces, leaving you to pick up the fragments and try to put them back together. The moment Pedro said those fateful words, the trust you had built up in him crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye. And now, you found yourself spiraling into an absurd mania, constantly questioning whether anyone in your life would leave you just like he did.

The fear of being abandoned consumed you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that everyone you cared about was destined to disappear. It was a toxic mindset, but it was deeply ingrained in you since childhood and one that you couldn't seem to escape.

On the one hand, you wanted to reach out to your friends, to let out all the pain and heartbreak that you've been holding in, but at the same time, you didn't want to burden them with your problems or risk pushing them away, so instead, you buried your emotions deep inside, hiding behind a mask of indifference and detachment. It was easier that way, at least you tried to tricked yourself in believing it was. But the truth was, the pain was eating away at you from the inside out, and you didn't know how much longer you could keep up that fake smile.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go back in time, to before everything fell apart, to the days when you were happy and carefree, but you knew that wasn't possible. All you could do was try to pick up the pieces and move forward, even though it felt like an impossible task.

Your days had become a blur of schoolwork and long shifts at the movie theater. It was a grind, but it kept you busy and distracted from the pain of your shattered heart. At least, that's what you thought, again.

Despite your best efforts to move on, your mind kept drifting back to Pedro. Every time you walked by the coffee shop where you used to have your morning cup of coffee with him, you couldn't help but look inside, hoping he would be there. You even went inside a few times, ordered a coffee, and sat down, pretending to read a book or browse your phone, all while stealing glances around the room. But he was never there, and you always left feeling disappointed and foolish.

Even going to the gym in the evenings, which used to be your solace, had become a source of anxiety. You couldn't shake the feeling that everyone there knew about your breakup with Pedro and was silently judging you. As you ran on the treadmill, you felt self-conscious and exposed, as if all your flaws and vulnerabilities were on display for everyone to see.

And yet, despite all of this, you still couldn't resist the urge to go to the places where you used to go with Pedro. You found yourself walking past his favorite pizza place, just to catch a whiff of the familiar scent of marinara sauce and melted cheese. You even drove by his street once, just to see if his car was parked outside his house. You knew it was ridiculous, but you couldn't help yourself. The pain of losing him was too great, and the thought of never seeing him again was almost unbearable.

Actually saying that you will never see him again was an overstatement. Despite the heartbreak he had caused you, he was the hottest topic in entire Hollywood and beyond. His star power had skyrocketed, and his charming looks and hoarse laughter made (not only) teenage girls swoon all over the world. His photos and videos seemed to be everywhere, constantly popping up on your Instagram and Twitter feeds, taunting you with reminders of what you had lost. He was a viral sensation, and it was impossible to escape the constant barrage of Pedro's updates – a stark reminder that he was out there living his life while you were struggling to move on.

You stood in front of the mirror, studying your reflection with a heavy heart. Your once bright eyes were now surrounded by a rim of redness, and dark circles that looked like bruises appeared to have taken permanent residence beneath them. Your hair was a mess, its strands sticking out in every direction, as if it was trying to mimic the chaos you felt inside. Your skin was pale and lifeless, a far cry from its former glowing self. Just fourteen days ago, you were a different person, filled with happiness, with Pedro by your side. And now, everything was in shambles.

You shook off the memories and forced yourself to focus on the present, on getting dressed and making it to your classes on time. It was a challenge, but you tried to keep thoughts of Pedro at bay, knowing that dwelling on the past would only make the pain worse. You grabbed your bag, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the streets of Los Angeles.

As you stepped out into the blinding glare of the sun, the sounds of the bustling city enveloped you. Cars honked, people chatted, and a cool breeze caressed your face, but everything seemed distant and unimportant. You repeated to yourself the mantra to take things one step at a time, hoping that each step would lead you closer to healing the wounds Pedro had done to you.

But little did you know, he was also battling his own demons, struggling to come to terms with his actions and the hurt he had caused you. It was a cruel irony that both of you were struggling in your own ways, and neither of you knew the full extent of the other's pain.

“Pedro?” the sound of his own name snapped him out of the recesses of his head and effectively brought him down to earth. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the bright lights shining in his direction. Looking around, he realized he was on the set of the advertisement he was working on.

The confused director approached him, placing his hands on his hips in a pretentious position. “What's going on, man?” he asked, clearly annoyed. “It's just a minute clip, all you have to say right now is to catch grandma, you have to think like grandma,” he threw his hands in the air in exasperation, then placed the fingers of one hand on the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Pedro tried to focus on the director's words, but his mind was still clouded with thoughts of you. He couldn't believe how he had treated you a day after your first anniversary, telling you that he suddenly stopped having feelings for you and breaking your heart. The day after the anniversary, which he didn't even show up for, because he didn't have the courage to do so. To look into your smiling eyes, having in the back of his mind what he had been planning for some time. The guilt was eating him alive, and he found himself replaying the scene of your breakup in his head over and over again.

He remembered very well how your face crumpled with sadness and confusion as he told you the news. How you asked him to reconsider, to give your relationship another chance. How you cried and asked him what you had done wrong. He didn't have the answers then, and he still didn't have them now.

Pedro's heart simply sank as he realized that he had made a mistake the very next day after the breakup. He had let go of someone who loved him unconditionally, someone who had been there for him through thick and thin. And for what? Because he suddenly stopped feeling the way he used to? He couldn't even be sure if that was true. Perhaps it was just a minor crisis that he could have resolved if he had spoken to you honestly.

The director ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “You know what, Pedro? Take a break. Get some fresh air and clear your head. We can't afford to waste the whole day on this stupid phone game ad. Let's reconvene in 20 minutes,” he barked, his irritation palpable. Without bothering to wait for Pedro's response, he stormed off, leaving Pedro.

His eyes flitted around the room, taking in the frustrated expressions of the crew members. They had all been waiting for him to get his lines right, but he had been too distracted to focus on the task at hand. He was wasting the time and resources of his colleagues and he felt ashamed because of that.

As the director snapped out orders to the rest of the team, Pedro swiped his hand over his tired face, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath his fingertips. He let out a deep sigh, feeling drained both physically and emotionally. His mind was consumed with thoughts of what could have been, of what he had lost because of his own recklessness. He needed some space to clear his head.

Without a word, he left the building and made his way out to the back of one of the buildings in Los Angeles. The cool breeze brushed against his face, providing a much-needed respite from the chaos of the set. He let out a long breath, trying to calm himself.

It wasn't easy to pretend that everything was fine in front of everyone, because it wasn't. Every day it became harder and harder for Pedro to put on a brave face and act like he was okay. He dug out a pack of cigarettes from his blazer pocket and blindly stared into it. He quickly found the lighter in the other pocket and with his slightly shaking hand, he lit the cigarette. The familiar smell and taste of nicotine filled his senses, providing a temporary escape from the overwhelming emotions that consumed him. He leaned against the rough dirt wall of the building, the sound of the bustling city muffled in the distance. The smoke filled his lungs, choking him slightly, but he welcomed the pain, as it was a distraction from the pain in his heart.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't silence the voices in his head, telling him that he had made a huge mistake by ending things with you. The breakup had hit him harder than he ever imagined it could. He missed you so much, and the regret ate away at him with each passing day. He took another long drag of the cigarette, the tip glowing red.

Despite the comfort that the cigarette provided, Pedro knew it was a bad habit. He had managed to quit a while ago, but the stress of recent events had caused him to slip back into it. He felt guilty for indulging in it again, but at the same time, he didn't care. All he wanted was to forget his troubles, even if it was just for a little while.

Every single day during those two weeks, Pedro's thoughts were consumed by the image of him standing in front of you, while cup your face with his hands and apologizing for everything. He imagined the words he would say to you, begging for your forgiveness and hoping that you would take him back. But as much as he longed to make things right, he was too much of a coward to actually face you. He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes and see the disappointment he had caused, so he actively avoided all the places where he knew he could potentially run into you. The mere thought of seeing you filled him with a mix of intense longing and paralyzing fear.

He held onto the belief that you wouldn't be able to forgive him and the thought of being rejected by you was too much to him. The fear of embarrassment kept him from reaching out and trying to make amends, even though he knew deep down that he wanted nothing more than to be back in your warm embrace. The possibility of facing your disappointment and disapproval was a daunting prospect, and so he chose to continue avoiding you, hoping that time would eventually make him forget about you.

The sound of a notification coming from his phone snapped him back to reality and he opened his eyes. He fished the device out of his pants pocket and glanced at the screen, noticing a message from his friend, Oscar. He took a drag on the cigarette he had been smoking and read the message.

I was thinking about this birthday party. Do you want me to cancel the invitation for Y/N? – The Grumpy Eagle, sent at 3:14pm.

Pedro had completely forgotten about Oscar's upcoming birthday celebration, which he and his wife Elvira hosted every year. It was a small party, but it had become an annual tradition among their circle of friends. He knew that both of you had been invited long before the two of you broke up, and it was pretty obvious anyway, since he was Oscar's best friend and you had quickly become a favorite of Oscar's wife and kids.

He took another drag on his cigarette, thinking on response. Pedro wasn't sure if you would show up, but he knew that you disliked disappointing people, and skipping out on someone's birthday party would undoubtedly lead to disappointment. Even if you didn't enjoy celebrating your own birthday, you understood that it meant more to others and the happy memories associated with it.

No need to cancel the invitation, that’s fine. I’ll be fine. See you on Tuesday – Sent at 3:17pm.

He took one last puff of the cigarette before flicking it away and making his way back to the set, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of you.

You were in your rented apartment, standing in front of your small closet and talking to your best friend over Facetime. With your back to the screen, you felt on the verge of tears as you realized you had nothing suitable to wear to Oscar's party. The phone was propped up on your bedside table, and you turned to face Xavier's amused expression on the screen.

“I'm about to go crazy,” you said, frustration creeping into your voice. “I can't find anything to wear.”

Xavier chuckled and lay back on his own bed, still visible on the screen. “Relax, Y/N. We'll find something. Let me see what you've got.”

You knelt down at the table and held up a few dresses for him to see. Xavier made a face at each one, shaking his head disapprovingly. Finally, he suggested a simple black dress that you had forgotten you owned.

“That's perfect,” he said, grinning at you. “You'll look amazing. Just throw on some heels and you're good to go.”

“And what are you going to wear?” you asked, taking the phone in both hands and moving it closer to your face.

Since you didn't want to go to the party alone, you decided to bring Xavier with you, even though he didn't know anyone in Pedro's inner circle, including Oscar and Elvira. The only connection Xavier had to Pedro was through you, as they had met a few times before.

He was shocked when he heard about your breakup with Pedro two weeks ago. He had always thought that you and Pedro were perfect for each other, and it came as a surprise when you told him that things had ended between you two. He remembered how happy you had seemed with Pedro, always talking about the little things he did that made you fall even more in love with him. It was hard to believe that it was all over now.

Xavier had been there for you through all the tears and heartbreak that came with the breakup. He was the only person you really talked to about what happened. He had listened to you vent about Pedro, and had even gone as far as to offer to confront him about the way he had hurt you, but you had refused, saying that it wouldn't change anything, and that you just needed time to heal.

Now, as he watched you on Facetime, he could see the sadness in your eyes. He knew that finding something to wear to this birthday party was the least of your worries.

“Oh, you know, my finest t-shirt and jeans,” he answered with a playfully tone. “Maybe I'll even splurge and wear my dress shoes instead of my sneakers.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Don't worry, I'll make sure to tuck my shirt in for the occasion.”

You laughed at Xavier's words, feeling relieved that he could make light of the situation. “Well, make sure you don't outshine me too much,” you teased. “I don't want to be upstaged by your dress shoes and tucked-in shirt.”

Xavier chuckled. “No worries, you'll be the star of the show,” he said reassuringly. “But seriously, don't stress about it. We'll have a good time no matter what.”

His words were comforting and a feeling of appreciation and thankfulness filled your heart. “Thanks, Xavier,” you said, smiling. “I really appreciate you coming with me.”

Xavier grinned. “Of course, what are friends for?” he replied. “Besides, I would do anything to see Pedro's face when he sees you in that dress. He's going to regret ever letting you go.”

You laughed, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of Pedro's reaction. “I doubt he'll care,” you said, shrugging it off. “But it'll be nice to look good for myself, at least.”

Xavier shook his head. “Trust me, he'll care,” he said with a wink and then stood up from his bed, straightening his shirt. “Alright, I better get ready too. I need to iron my jeans and find my fanciest t-shirt,” he joked. “I'll pick you up at 7. See ya!” he said before ending the call, at which you smiled to yourself, feeling grateful for your friend's support.

As you and Xavier made your way to the door of Oscar's house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on you. You clutched the gift tightly in your hand, hoping it will help you calm down. You turned to Xavier, about to voice your concerns about this evening, but he beat you to it.

“Hey, it's going to be fine,” Xavier said, sensing your unease. “We'll have a good time. And don't worry about Pedro, I'll not leave you alone even for a moment. When I go to the toilet, I'll drag you along with me,” he joked trying to boost your mood.

You let out a deep sigh. “I'm scared.”

Xavier smiled reassuringly. “I know, but we'll stick together and make the most of it,” he said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “And besides, you look amazing. Pedro's going to regret all of his life choices.”

You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the compliment. “Thanks,” you said, feeling a little less anxious. “Okay, let's do this.”

As you approached the door, your heart rate started to increase again. You could hear the sound of laughter and chatter from inside grew louder, intensifying your apprehension. But before you could even think about turning back to Xavier's car, Elvira opened the door and greeted you warmly. “Y/N!” she called out joyfully, pulling you into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of Elvira's perfume and the comforting warmth of her hug helped ease your nerves a little bit.

“It's so good to see you,” Elvira continued. “Oscar will be so happy you came. You know damn well how much he liked you.”

You smiled gratefully at her words, while Elvira already shifted her gaze to the man standing next to you.

“And who's this handsome gentleman with you?” Elvira asked, pulling away from you and turning to Xavier.

Xavier extended his hand. “I'm Xavier. Y/N's best friend,” he introduced himself with a smile.

Elvira shook his hand. “I'm Elvira, Oscar's wife. Nice to meet you,” she said warmly.

You suddenly felt an odd need to explain why you brought a stranger to their house, even though you knew that Elvira was aware of the recent events.

“I didn't want to come alone, the last days were-” you started to explain, but Elvira quickly cut you off, sensing your discomfort.

“That's fine, Y/N. You don't need to explain yourself, we both know what happened,” Elvira said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze to encourage you. “Come on in,” she added, motioning towards the open door and stepping aside to let you both enter the house.

As you walked past her, Elvira turned her gaze to Xavier and sent him a warm smile. You couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness and understanding, and you knew that you were in good hands for the evening.

The birthday party was in full swing, with colorful decorations hanging from the ceiling and walls, and a large cake with lit candles in the center of the room. The scent of savory and sweet treats wafted through the air, making your mouth water.

Oscar was the center of attention, greeting his guests with a big smile and warm hugs. He was surrounded by his closest friends, chatting and laughing away, and occasionally stopping to pose for a picture with them.

You, on the other hand, felt out of place in the midst of the older crowd, except for Oscar's children, who were running around and playing games. You had hoped to have a conversation with Pedro, but he avoided your gaze the entire time, which made you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

However, Xavier was by your side throughout the evening, keeping you company and making you laugh with his witty remarks and stories. You introduced him to some of the people at the party, and of course to Oscar, and he encouraged you to dance, which helped you loosen up and enjoy the party a little more.

As the night wore on, the guests started to leave one by one, and the house grew quieter. The children were already fast asleep, and the adults seemed to be in a mellower mood, with lighter snacks and drinks replacing the heavier ones from earlier in the evening.

You found yourself in the kitchen with Xavier, enjoying a lively conversation with Elvira and Oscar about the latest news in the city. Elvira was recounting her recent trip to Europe when Oscar suddenly interrupted her by reaching for a bottle of wine and pouring it into a set of glasses.

“Let's raise a toast to life, to good friends, and to family,” Oscar exclaimed, lifting his glass. You all joined in, clinking your glasses together, laughing and toasting to the good times. The mood had shifted from one of excitement to one of warmth and sentimentality.

As you took a sip of the wine, you noticed Pedro standing at the edge of the room, watching you with an intense gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt a strange mix of discomfort and confusion. You had wanted to talk to him earlier in the evening, but he had been avoiding you, so his sudden interest now was puzzling. Feeling the need for comfort and safety, you moved closer to Xavier, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders. You didn't know if Pedro was still watching you, but you felt better in your friend’s presence.

To your surprise, Pedro suddenly approached the four of you, inserting himself into the conversation. He started to talk about a recent article he had read in the newspaper, bringing up a topic that interested everyone. Xavier and Elvira seemed to welcome his presence, and Oscar was glad to have his longtime friend join in. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze was still fixed on you, even as he talked with the others.

As the conversation continued, Oscar and Elvira decided to check in with the guests in the living room, leaving you, Xavier, and Pedro alone in the kitchen. The silence was palpable as you all stood there, unsure of what to say or do next. Pedro finally broke the silence, turning his attention to you.

“So, Y/N, I can see that you are having fun?” he asked, his eyes still lingering on you.

You tried to hide your discomfort, forcing a smile and answering politely, “Yeah. I try to, at least.”

It was hard not to notice that Pedro wasn't completely sober – although he wasn't fully drunk either. He kept shooting unpleasant glances at Xavier every now and then and his eyes were colder than always.

Your friend seemed oblivious to Pedro's behavior, but you knew better. You could feel the tension rising in the room, and you started to feel anxious. Pedro's jealousy was palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder if he still had feelings for you, even though you weren’t a thing anymore.

Trying to diffuse the situation, you asked Pedro how his job was going, hoping to steer the conversation away from any uncomfortable topics. He answered curtly, barely giving you any information, and then turned his attention back to Xavier, sizing him up with a cold stare.

You felt your heart rate increase, sensing that things were about to get out of hand. You knew that you needed to do something, but you weren’t sure what. As you opened your mouth to speak, Pedro cut you off.

“Two weeks were enough for you to find a replacement, huh?”

His question made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Pedro's words didn't make sense to you, and you glanced over at Xavier, who looked equally confused. Pedro scoffed and clarified, “I saw you two earlier. I saw the way you look at him, Y/N. And now here you are, pretending to be just friends.”

You felt your face flush with embarrassment and anger. How dare he accuse you of something like that? The jealousy in Pedro's eyes was unmistakable, and it was clear that he didn't believe in your friendship with Xavier, even though he knew him.

Xavier stepped in, sensing the tension rising in the room, his voice calm but firm. “Pedro, let's take a deep breath and calm down for a moment. You’re tipsy, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But Pedro wasn't backing down, his eyes fixed on Xavier, even though he was actually speaking to you. “I don't trust him. And I don't trust you, Y/N.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and your heart sank in your chest. You couldn't believe what Pedro was saying. How could he accuse you of being untrustworthy when he was the one who had abandoned you without any explanation? Anger and sadness boiled inside you, making it hard to even form coherent thoughts, and the tears started to gather in your eyes.

“You don’t trust me? You were the one who stood me out on the day of our anniversary. It was you who came to break up with me the next day without giving me any explanation. It was you-you…” the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down your face, mixing with the anger and frustration that you felt. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “How dare you tell me that you don't trust me?” you said, your voice shaking with emotion.

Pedro's expression softened slightly, and for a moment, you thought that he might actually apologize for his absurd behavior, but then, his gaze hardened again, and he shook his head.

“I had my reasons,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “And I don't need to justify them to anyone.”

You stared at him in silence, trying to make sense of his sudden outburst. He's being unreasonable and irrational, you thought. You shook your head in disbelief and took a step back. “You know what?” you asked, staring into Pedro's eyes. “I will not talk to you. I'm not going to listen to you suddenly make me some kind of scolding because alcohol went to your head. You're a grown man, and you're acting like a kid,” you barked, your anger seeping through every syllable. You then turned your back on Pedro, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry again.

You left him, standing motionless in the kitchen with his eyes fixated on the door through in which you had just disappeared with Xavier. His heart was heavy with regret as he realized that he fucked up again. He knew that he had messed up, that he had let his jealousy and insecurities take control of his words and actions. He desperately wanted to talk to you on this party, to apologize for his behavior and make things right, but now it was too late for that. He had taken a few drinks to calm his nerves, hoping that it would help him find the courage to talk to you, but now he realized that it had only fueled his anger and made things worse. The sight of you laughing and chatting with Xavier had been the final blow, and now he was left alone with his regrets once again.

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judysxnd · 4 months

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Hey

Can you write some protective possessive pedro? And can it be long please?

Took some time to get inspired on this one. Hope you like it!

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jealous, adj. "feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else."

That's how Pedro was feeling looking at this picture he was seeing everywhere on the medias. His girlfriend walking in the streets, late at night, with this guy. He knew that you would never do anything, he trusted you. But he didn't trust this guy, he never saw him before. Sure Y/n talked about it a few times before, but that was it. What he hated the most was how every socials he went on he could see this picture, captioned with some bullshit about them dating. So what? Pedro's away filming for two months and that's it? No more relationship? He really was sick of this society, this mentality.

He didn't know what to do though. Everything was great with Y/n. Despite the fact of being away, they were calling each other a lot, texting a lot, nothing was wrong. Was it? Maybe something was happening, how could he know? He could only see pieces of what she was doing. She did tell him that she was going out with friends a lot, but that's it.

All he knew is that everyone thought she was single again, and that she was enjoying this very much. I guess that's what happens when none of them are posting much on socials and definitely barely anything about each other. But seeing those pictures and comments on her posts made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to post his favourite picture of you on his ig, showing the world that she was his, as much as he was her's. But you both decided not to, to try and keep a private life as much as you could.

He always managed to get over the comments, the cheesy pick up lines that she had in her comments, I mean, to be fare, he was receiving them too and Y/n never said a thing. That's why he kept it to himself, maybe joking about it once or twice to try and see her reaction. But now that he was away, he was scared. Scared of losing his girlfriend.

His thoughts stopped for a second when he got the notification that Y/n posted on instagram, to which he went to see immediately. With already a thousands likes, he saw her smiling next to her friend which he recognised too fast. The same guy from the pictures, from the dating rumours. He felt hot for a second, his body temperature rising. The caption made him feel a bit better: "he doesn't know that I arranged him a date, wish him luck". Oh how sweet she is. How beautiful she is in this shiny black dress.

Pedro wanted to leave a comment, he was thinking what to say. But while he was thinking, his eyes moved onto the comments already there. Again, flirting men drooling over her, commenting pick up lines that would never work with anyone. But his eyes widened at one particular comment. Not really a comment, but more specifically a like. Y/n liked not one, but a few flirting comments. He didn't like it. He, in fact, hated it. Not even leaving a comment, he threw his phone away before going back on set.

Pedro was supposed to come back on Friday this week, but decided to make it back home a few days before. He couldn't stand to be away from his girlfriend nor being controlled by social medias. There was a reason he was avoiding them and that is one. He would only feel better once he would back home, so he decided to surprise his precious girlfriend and fly back home in LA on Tuesday.

When he arrived home, he was relieved to finally be with his lover. His anxiety and jealousy disappeared, but little did he know that it would come back later. For Y/n, she was such in a state of excitement, she could stop jumping and kissing him. She missed him so much, two months was a lot.

"Why are you home this early?" I asked, happy to see him again. "I thought you said you were not even halfway done?" I had my arms around his neck, admiring him like it was the first time I saw him in front of me.

"Well- we, we finished early! There's some stuff that can wait a bit more, so we're good!" He quickly said, before kissing me again.

"oh! I'm so happy, those two months were soooo long!" I said, hugging him tight. "Are you hungry? the flight might have been long, and the food on the flight isn't that good" I joked

"hm, no I'm good actually, I just want to stay here with you" he said, holding me into a hug again "I missed you so so much"

"I missed you too Pedro"

We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up on the couch, watching some tv show, but really catching up on what we both missed while Pedro was away. We were talking so much that we didn't see the time pass by.

"And it was so beautiful! Cold, but beautiful!" Pedro said, we both laughed.

"Wait, what's the time baby?" I asked, confused, sitting up.

"I don't know, why?"

"I have to get ready for tonight" I said getting up, looking for my phone.

"Tonight? What's tonight?"

"I'm going out with Tony."

"Tony? Who's Tony?"

"Ha! There he is" I said, grabbing my phone hidden in the kitchen. I came back in the living room only to find Pedro sitting on the couch, confused. He seemed nervous. "Are you okay?" I asked seeing his face.

"Y-Yeah, it's just- who's Tony?"

"Oh, you remember my friend, hm, have you seen my latest pic on Instagram? That's him" He sighed "What's wrong?" He sat back down on the couch, his back facing me.

"Nothing, I-" he sighed again "I thought we would spend the day together, I just got back, I just want to stay with you." I walked to the couch

"I know Pedro, I wished I could stay, but I can't cancel last minute, that's not nice"

"You already went out before with him, he'll understand" he said, looking at the tv. I frowned

"Pedro, I'm not cancelling, if I knew you would be back today, I would have, but I didn't know!"

"That's the point of a surprise!" He said shaking his hands.

"What is this really about?" I asked, crossing my arms

"What do you mean?" He finally looked at me

"Because it looks like you're just jealous right now"

"I am not jealous! I just came back from a different country, after being away for two months, I just miss you and I want to spend time with you!"

"Well, now that you're back, we have all the time to spend time together, but it doesn't mean I can't spend time with my friends either, I'm sorry I can't cancel. It really is too late."

"It's never too late"

"Well- I'm supposed to meet him in an hour, so it means he's already on his way there, so yes, it is too late" I said walking into my room. I started to grab some clothes.

"So I just came back and you would rather be with him than me? Sounds like you didn't really miss me" I scoffed

"I knew you were jealous"

"I- How does that make me jealous? I have been away for two months, and you saw this Tony yesterday!"

"Sorry for being respectful to my friends" I said, going in the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"Open the door y/n, please!" Pedro was trying to open the door but he couldn't.

"I'm changing Pedro, leave me alone." And there was no noise. You sighed, before getting changed.

After fifteen minutes, you were out of the bathroom, ready to leave. You grabbed a pair of shoes, put them on before you went to drink a glass of water in the kitchen. When you entered the living room, Pedro was on his phone, sitting on the couch. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing to follow you in the kitchen.

"So you're really going?" He asked me

"Yep"

"Please stay with me" I turned around

"It's not because you came back that I have to cancel everything just to be with you, this is not how this works" he sighed

"I know, but just for tonight please"

"This is not happening"

"I came back early for you, and this is how I am welcomed?"

"Didn't you say that you finished filming early?" I said grabbing a glass.

"Y-Yes, but I could have stayed a few days back there, but I missed you so much that I wanted to get back to you as soon as possible" I drank my glass of water, looking at Pedro. He was nervous. There was something going on and I couldn't understand what it was.

"Tomorrow I can take a day off but tonight I can't cancel the dinner"

"You can't cancel work, it's important, I'm just asking for tonight"

"What, my friends aren't important?" I tilted my head

"Why did you come back this early already?" I asked. Pedro was getting more upset than I was.

"I already told you! Something was wrong with the script, so we couldn't keep filming!" I was confused.

"That's not what you told me this afternoon Pedro" I said in a neutral tone. He stared at me. "You told me that you finished filming early"

"Y-Yeah that's reason why we stopped early"

"But it means you didn't finish filming"

"stopped, finished whatever, I'm here!" I put the glass in the sink and crossed my arms, nodding at what he was saying.

"Why are you really here Pedro?" He stood still "Is it because you wanted to see me? Or is it because you couldn't stand to see me with another guy?" He hesitated but couldn't manage to say anything. "I can't believe this!" I stormed out of the bedroom, grabbing my coat.

"Y/n wait!" He followed me. "This- I came for you of course! It's just-" I turned around

"Just what? That you don't fucking trust me? That I can't have guy friends? What is wrong with you?" I was starting to have tears in my eyes.

"Of course I trust you! It's those guys that I don't trust, flirting with you and all, I can't stand it-"

"Oh you can't stand it? What am I supposed to say about all those girls and women fangirling over you? There are millions of people in love with you, and you can't stand seeing a few comments and me being with friends with one guy?"

"No it's not that, but I am away, I don't know everything, I only see bits and pieces from fans and-"

"What did you see?" I asked dryly. I wanted to know if it was legitimate, at least.

"Well, just the typical stuff" he started to say sarcastically "that we broke up, that you're dating this Tony, that you're going on a date with him, you know, normal stuff" I shook my head.

"And you believe this shit?" I scoffed "You believe a few tweets instead of me?"

"No! But it's taking a toll on me, because I don't know what's going on here!"

"Nothing is going on!" I yelled. I stopped, looking down, taking a deep breath. "You could have told me Pedro. I would have understood and reassured you that nothing was happening. But you went too far. Now if you excuse me, I have a dinner to attend. And thanks to you I'm already late." I left without letting him say anything else.

You tried to refrain the tears on your way to the dinner. You couldn't believe what happened. He came back just to control what you were doing and who you were seeing. You tried to enjoy the dinner as much as possible, forgetting about what was waiting for you at home.

As for Pedro, he couldn't believe his nightmare came true. He crossed a line, he went too far. His darkest side got out, but more specifically, out of control. And he didn't know what to do to fix this. He wanted to go find you so bad, but he realised that she would take this as another attempt to see who she was with and it would only make it worse. So he waited. He waited hours, sitting on the couch, staring at the door, hoping to hear the keys anytime soon. He didn't even eat. He has this knot in his stomach that prevented him to even move an inch.

You eventually came back around midnight. You were tired, and the few tears that got out before the dinner were now irritating your eyes. When you entered your apartment, you saw Pedro asleep, curled up on the couch. You heart melted a little seeing him like that. He always hated your "uncomfortable" couch. But you were still mad at him, so you slammed the door, making him jump at the noise, before walking straight to your bedroom.

"Y/n wait" he said with a sleepy voice, following me. "Can we talk? Please?" I wasn't looking at him, taking my coat and shoes off, but I knew he was staring into my soul with his puppy eyes.

"We already talked before" I said, still not looking at him.

"Cariño, please, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like that, it's out of my control"

"We talk about everything Pedro" I turned to finally look at him "there's nothing too weird or too messed up, you know that, why didn't you tell me about it as soon as you started to feel like that?"

"I don't know! I didn't want to pressure you, or make you feel like I wasn't trusting you" he sighed

"I know that you trust me, and to reassure you, it's hard for me too! Seeing all these women worshiping you"

"I'm so sorry" he said "I know I shouldn't act like that, but I'm trying my best, I swear" he stepped closer to me "and maybe.. you could teach me how not to be jealous?" he joked, which made me laugh a little bit.

"but you hurt me today Pedro, you need to tell me how you feel before it gets too much" I stared at him

"Yes, I promise I will"

"Come here" I said, moving to hug him. He held me tight.

"I don't want to lose you"

"You won't Pedro, you know too much" we both laughed. We parted.

"I guess that was lesson number one" Pedro joked. We laughed again.

"Be careful, I can charge a lot for my lessons"

"It's worth it" he said before kissing me.

We both went to bed very exhausted. Today was a rollercoaster of emotions. Tomorrow will be better.

#fanfic #imagine #oneshot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x female reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x famous!reader

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joelswritingmistress · 4 months

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You Scare Me, Professor Masterlist

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

PRELUDE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

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talaok · 3 months

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The carpet

pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

Summary: You and your husband Pedro prepare for a red carpet, but once you're there you have a wardrobe malfunction, luckily, he's there to help.

Warnings: just so much fluff for no reason

a/n: i havent written something for Pedro that wasnt a request in literally 9 months, but guess what the hyperfixation is hyperfixating lately and I just needed to write down what i've been daydreaming about all day.

"wow" he exhaled, closing the door behind him, his eyes trained on you.

You chuckled, looking at him from the mirror, as a choked "aww" escaped Linda, your make-up artist's, lips at the reaction.

You gave her a look and she just grinned, checking her work one final time before whispering "Seeing you two is better than watching any rom-com, I can't even remember the last time my Mark looked at me like that", making you laugh once more with a playful roll of your eyes.

"you look stunning sweetheart" Pedro breathed, right behind you now, his hands already on your waist

Another dreamy sigh fell out of Linda's lips before she decided it was time for her to go.

"i'll go wait downstairs then... leave you two lovebirds some time alone," she said, excitement piercing through her tone as if she was watching her daughter walk down the aisle.

"thank you Linda, we'll be down in a moment" You nodded, smiling sincerely at her as she started for the door.

But just when a foot was already out into the hallway, she turned around, a serious expression on her all of a sudden.

"And Pedro" she shot him a look "Just this once, try not to mess her lipstick up too much, will ya?"

You couldn't help but laugh, loudly, wholeheartedly, but Pedro, ever so honest only answered with a "I can't make any promises Linda", before the poor woman groaned and shut the door behind her.

Just as the soft thud of the motion bumped from wall to wall, Pedro turned you around in one swift motion, getting to see your pretty face better.

"hi there" you smiled, placing your hands on his chest, softly playing with the hem of his tuxedo's jacket.

"hello sugar" he grinned, letting his eyes drink in all of you.

"You look handsome" you murmured, your right hand going to his face, feeling the soft stubble of his beard graze your palm.

"mhhh" he hummed, leaning closer already, much to Linda's disappointment "Well you know how it is... if my lady's gonna be the most beautiful woman on the red carpet I gotta step up my game"

You huffed out a laugh

"'s that right?"

"need to at least try and look like you're not miles out of my league" he cocked an eyebrow, his hands on your waist pushing you flush against him.

"You're a bad man Pedo Pascal" you stifled a smirk "A bad, bad man" you whispered as his lips finally met with yours.

They were softer than usual, but heavenly just the same.

His hold tightened on you and you melted right into his arms, whimpering weakly into his mouth, before after what was probably a good two minutes, he pulled away.

"we gotta go" you murmured

"I know" he groaned, half-heartedly leaning away.

And as you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you couldn't help but chuckle, as your gaze fell to your lips.

"Oh Linda's gonna be pissed"

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the carpet was booming tonight,

celebrities filled every inch of the crimson rug, and the flashes of the countless cameras pointed at you were so strong you swore they would have blinded you if you weren't so used to them.

You were posing to show off the gorgeous dress you were lucky enough to be wearing, and once you had exhausted all the poses you knew, you turned to your husband on the left as he offered you his hand, which you took with a smile, walking to his spot and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek the photographers seemed more than a little enthusiastic about.

But as you posed together, his arm on your back drawing soothing circles, an almost inaudible pop made its way to your ears, and all the sudden some pressure was gone from your chest, and when you looked down... when you looked down the button that was holding the two pieces of fabric covering your boobs had popped, and said fabric was starting to fall.

"oh my god" you blurted, but before you could do anything, your reflexes slowed down by the shock, Pedro's hand found your chest, salvaging the falling pieces of the dress.

"I-" you stuttered, not knowing what to say, or do as he moved in front of you, his broad build doing a hell of a good job of shielding you from the photographers

"I was about to flash so many people" you finally breathed, your voice faint.

"yeah" he said, trying, really trying to suppress the chuckle down his throat, but failing miserably "Yeah you were sweetheart" he laughed softly, his hand still holding your dress.

"are you- don't laugh!" you gasped, although with one look at your face, you could feel a bubble of laughter making its way up your thoat "It's not funny" you smiled, chuckling too now.

"no" he shook his head, sarcasm spilling out of his every pore " there's nothing remotely funny about this sugar, absolutely" he smiled, making you want to roll your eyes

"hold the dress for a sec" he said, having you do just that as he took his jacket off and instead, put it on you.

"thank you" you smiled, looking up at him.

"you just worry about keeping that jacket closed" he murmured, kissing your cheek "I've already seen too many men's eyes wondering a bit too much"

"oh shut up" you laughed, rolling your eyes as he escorted you off what must have been the worst red carpet of your life.

"Whatever you say flash" he laughed, obviously very proud of his own joke

"god I hate you so much" you sighed, smiling widely into his chest nonetheless.

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always-andromeda · 11 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⭐︎ 1,119

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦��𝐫𝐲 ⭐︎ The dark never quite appealed to you until Din showed you the delights that could be hidden within it. Tucked away in the shadows of the Razor Crest, his mouth seeks out yours.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⭐︎ I can't even pretend that I came up with the title for this fic. Last semester I read an article by Leah Comeau analyzing Tirukkōvaiyār, an ancient Tamil poem. That line appeared in the poem and it immediately gave me Din vibes. Thank you college education for giving me ideas for my internet smut.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⭐︎ smut (minors, please do not interact), oral (female receiving), Din gets absolute drunk off of pussy lmao, Din using bits of Mando'a (sorry I am a sentimental whore) lots of intimacy and bits of angst here and there, nothing else I can think of!

The dark never quite appealed to you until Din showed you the delights that could be hidden within it. Tucked away in the shadows of the Razor Crest, his mouth seeks out yours. And right away it comes off as an apology. An apology for the secrecy in which your relationship operates.

Working with him was already risky enough. If those who wanted the Mandalorian's head on a pike knew just how much he values you...Din doesn't even want to conceptualize how the danger would only multiply. All he wants is to anchor himself in your being.

He hovers over you, letting messy kisses land wherever he wants them to. Some hit your jaw, your chin, your cheek. As soon as he catches the corner of your lips, he focuses in with smaller pecks until one finally lands right in the middle of your mouth. There it waits, parted slightly in anticipation. There's a second of silence as his nose bumps against yours and you know right away that it's not an accident. It's affection.

Din doesn't spare another moment before he dives back in. You can hardly keep up with his desperation. Given your deprivation of sight, you have no choice but to feel every landing of his lips on your skin.

Though it’s just light kisses, each one chips away at you with its ravenous energy. In a way, you can't blame him. When was the last time he'd been able to take that helmet off so he could feel the touch of another? When will the next time be? Because for all you both know, he could be killed before next time comes. You push that thought away. Instead, you tell yourself that he's far too intelligent, far too skilled, far too shrewd to let anything bad happen to him. And for a little while, that staves the worries away.

At least it's long enough to focus on his mouth, smothering your abdomen with open mouthed kisses. The smacking sound of them makes your breath catch in your throat as the vibrations get closer and closer to where you need him.

Always the noble giver, Din provides generously. He takes his time running his tongue through the nooks between your thighs and your cunt. Though his navigation between your legs is imperfect, it's still welcome. Whether it's the dark that causes this or his innate urge to savor this moment, you don't know.

Either way, you need it. But you don't have it in you to whine or whisper for him to give you more. Slowly, he tastes you. Lets the musk and sweat of your skin build on his taste buds until he becomes intoxicated from the potency. You let your soft gasps fade into the white noise of the enclosed room.

You don't think you'll ever get over this; trying to picture what his face might look like as he works. This time you feel the prickle of facial hair on your inner thighs, making you twitch. Then there's his nose. You have no clue what it looks like but you're fully convinced that it's perfect based entirely on the way that the bridge of it gently nudges at your clit.

Hand fanning over the expanse of your thigh, he squeezes. A low groan from his throat mixes with the wet sounds of his tongue attempting to drink up every bit of sickly sweet nectar he can.

Starved. Ravenous. And you still can't blame him.

He feels your walls clench and shiver around his tongue and chooses then to retreat. Teasingly, he kisses around your labia. He bides his time before he spreads you out once more, runs his tongue through the folds and finally latches onto the thrumming core that begs for his attention.

By the time your legs begin to shake and you gasp out, "I think I'm close," you swear you detect a hint of disappointment in his tone when he replies, "Already?"

Time must've flown by while he was having his fun because without even meaning to, he'd brought you to the edge and back more times than you could be bothered to keep track of. Part of him longs to do it all over again.

But he doesn't have nearly enough self control to even try to exercise it. You know exactly what he needs. He takes as much as he can get from you, knowing full well that at the end of it he'd need to disappear once more. As long as he held onto his faith, this would have to do. You'd be his breath of fresh air, keeping him going when the way becomes difficult for him to find a point in following.

Besides, you cry out so beautifully already. Your figure squirming, heels digging into his back, you feel almost like one of his bounties, begging for his mercy. But because it's you, he truly feels pity. With his eyes adjusted to the dark, he can barely make out your eyes as they squeeze shut. And he bets that if the light were on, he'd see glimmering trails of tears making their way down the sides of your face. That image motivates him enough to finish the job properly.

In an instant, the quiet and almost claustrophobic atmosphere of the Mandalorian's bunk crumbles away as you're sent into hyperspace. And then you simply float. In the infinite, unending darkness of the room, Din's presence envelopes you as he whispers one word against your skin, over and over again.

Cyar’ika.

It protects you; lets you feel the full weightlessness and peace of pleasure before letting you gently drift back into gravity's grasp. There isn’t just desperation, hunger, or simple affection in this act. There’s love. Trust. All things that you know how difficult it is for the Mandalorian to muster for someone outside the bounds of his creed.

You couldn't be more relieved when he surfaces to hold you in his arms. Amongst all of the chaos that comes with being with him, you wouldn't want it any other way. Not when you feel his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You laugh a little weakly when you comb your fingers through his hair and feel how damp it is.

Din hums halfheartedly, wordlessly wondering what was so humorous to you.

You don't bother answering, knowing that he'd probably be out before too long. You burn this feeling into your bones. And you hold each other the way that only two people in the middle of an uncertain galaxy can; with an almost impossible sort of faith. Entangled with you, Din feels just as safe and sure as the beskar he hides beneath.

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umadosedepascal · 4 months

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O U C H | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART VII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You are at the Golden Globes and meet Pedro over there, he didn’t win unfortunately but still, he is a winner in bed.

wc: 4.1k

rating/warnings: [Smut][Semi public sex] [unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f][Pedro injured] [sex on bathtub] [elevator][Pedro a little dom] [spanking ass] [Hold neck] [Curse words ][nipple play] [making out inside the car][Pedro speaks spanish]

a/n: My fellow followers, we are fast. I know. Pedro does help us imagine these kind of situation EASILY! just because he is HOT, even wearing an arm sling (poor baby). And yes, he is our slut winner always! More to come for the Emmys! 😘 please consider reposting, let’s spread it fucking hard! 🤘🏻

This Sunday was certainly one of the busiest since the year began, you arrived early at the salon to do hair, makeup and nails, it took you a long time to choose the best dress and perfect shoes for the Golden Globes.

Despite being a little cold in Los Angeles, you got a long dress with a naked back and slit in your left leg, perfect shoes, jewelry and hair, you were finally ready for the event.

The traffic of Los Angeles is always chaotic and today it would be no different, otherwise it is worse, there are so many cars, photographers and people. The driver goes near the entrance of the Bervely Hilton hotel, and as soon as you enter you already meet some friends and acquaintances. Your assistant is always pulling you, saying that you have little time as you walked towards the red carpet.

You give some interviews and as soon as you finish your interview with Vanity Fair, you turn around and see Pedro telling a reporter that he is injured because he fell, he hasn't seen you yet.

Pedro goes out in line for the red carpet photos, You are six people behind him, but even from afar you can see how beautiful he looks, black shirt with white details, black pants and equally black boots, you give a giggle when you see that he matched the arm sling with the clothes.

It's your turn to pose for the paparazzi, you position yourself behind the wall, look to your left and see that he is still taking pictures, talking, and even about the countless flashes, you feel his gaze on you.

You smile at the photographers and get close to Pedro, he opens a smile when he sees you, saying your name and extending his hand, pulling you close to him. He immediately puts his hand on your back, feeling your naked skin, his index finger makes small circles on your back while he talks to the man in front of you, you can barely understand what they talk about, it's so much noise and your mind focused only on the feeling of his finger playing with your skin.

Pedro's conversation ends, he pulls you by giving you a kiss on the cheek quickly while saying "See you later" giving a wink, he goes inside with his agent.

Your table is opposite to Pedro's, but you can still see him from where you are. During the awards your eyes meet each other, even from a distance.

He always smiling despite being hurt, he talks excitedly to everyone, with each winner who passes he gets up and greets.

You are so anxious to see him take the stage and receive the prize he deserves.

You already in your third Moet glass, and they finally announce the nominees for best drama actor, when they announce Pedro's name, you can't contain yourself, you get up and cheer for him, as if you were alone in your room in front of him, pleasuring him in the best way, whether about acting or how he fucks you until he leaves you breathless.

Unfortunately he does not win the category, so an idea comes to your mind, you are convinced that you will give him the best night ever.

Even after the defeat, Pedro doesn't stop smiling, you take your phone and send him a message "You are much bigger than any prize dear, let me show you that later?"

It takes a few minutes for him to see message, you look towards his table and giggle when you see him getting in the way holding his phone with only one hand, he puts the phone on his lap and types, a few seconds later his answer arrives, you feel your hands sweaty, a twink in your stomach when reading "I confess that I'm not happy about it, but now I'm very curious about how you will convince me that I'm worthy for you"

You bite your lip as you read and look at him, even a few meters away, you feel that brown sea on his eyes burning you, you just blink and raise your glass in a silent toast.

A few more awards are delivered, speeches are made, and you almost feel bad for not paying so much attention, almost. Your thoughts are in Pedro, hoping that everything ends soon for you to leave, and from what you look towards him, Pedro is not very different from you, his fingers hitting the table, playing with the glass between his fingers.

Finally the last prize is announced and delivered, everyone gets up, celebrating, lamenting. You dodge the invitations to the after party, claiming to have to wake up early for work, you go towards Pedro's table, he is taking some pictures with other people, you stand still finishing your last glass of champagne waiting anxiously to get his attention.

As soon as the last photo is taken, Pedro turns to you, that smile that only he has, stretching out his hand he says excitedly "Shall we go to the after party?" Your smile weakens at the time, you feel a twinge of disappointment, but you try miserably to disguise it, agreeing with your head, he laughs loudly and says "I got you! Come on, let's go to the car, I told you we're leaving" Pedro holds your hand and goes towards the exit, we stop a few times to greet some acquaintances, but Pedro always uses the same excuse -my arm is killing me, I forgot my medicine at home, sorry, next time I will-

Pulling you by the free hand, he always looks at me in the corner, bites his lip trying to hold a smile.

Pedro opens the car door to me and says softly with a shy smile "Can we go to your house tonight?".

You open your eyes and try to remember if everything is tidy and clean at your apartment, after all you remember isn’t that bad. "You got it! I have frozen pizza and beers" he laughs waving his head and raises his eyebrow, you get in the car and Pedro sits next to you, he puts his hand on your thigh and gently smoothes up and down, You look at his face and see him staring at you, eyes so expressive. His hand goes up until he finds the lace of your panties, he releases a cough while looking at the driver who is focused on traffic. You open your legs a little giving him more access to your pussy, you feel his middle finger go up and down pressing your clit, you look at him scared and say softly while you pretend to fix your earring "Are you crazy? El conductor lo verá"

He laughs and points with his head to the button next to you near the window "Press" he says, I press and then a black glass part rises between us and the driver.

Pedro raises his hand to your face, pulling you for a kiss, his lips taste like some strong drink, he sucks your tongue, bites your lower lip and whispers in your ear

"You can't even imagine how much I was waiting to put my hand under this dress." You open your legs, putting one on top of his, giving yourself to whatever he wants.

Pedro plays with the fabric of the dress, until you feel his fingers rub your clit over your panties. You close your eyes feeling him press his finger while his mouth says dirty things in your ear, you let out an involuntary moan, Pedro looks at you and tells you to be quiet, you smile and disguise.

You notice something in his hand that is bandaged, you bend to see and his nails have some kind of sticker, he laughs as you stretch his fingers and read _OUCH_

“What is this Pedro?!” You ask laughing, he answers between laughs "did you like it?"

We both laughed, you say yes, that you loved it, you take your hand out of his and slide on his head, your fingers wrapping in his curls, doing a massage, Pedro moans softly enjoying the massage. You watch his face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open while delighting in the massage, until you stop the movements opens his eyes staring at me. He is no longer smiling, neither you are, the atmosphere has changed, the car seems to heat up, you bring your lips closer to theirs while your other hand squeezes his thigh, going up to his groin, the tip of your nail circling the bulge that begins to harden. Pedro doesn't move, he just accepts your touches, you raise your hand until you find his belt, you open it and pull the zipper down, the only movement he makes with his body and raise his hips to give you access. You slide your hand in and feel his hot cock, you squeeze it and he moans throwing his head back. You raise your hand to the waistband of his boxers and run your index finger through the wet head with pre cum, he lets out a low swear word, when he sees you take his finger on your lips and suck it.

The car stop and you see that you are in front of your place.

Pedro stretches his hand over his thigh, adjusting the pants that shows his cock completely hard, you help him fix his belt and he gets out of the car. He extend his hand to you, you hold it firmly and leave, you take the keychain inside your bag, but it is so difficult to find the right one, because your brain freezes when you feel Pedro so close to your back, his hand playing with your hair, his fingers going up your back to the shoulders where he gently slide his nails, you hum

"This way we won't even get past the elevator Jose" he lets out a low giggle whispering a sorry.

As soon as you enter the hall, you press the elevator button and you feel that it is the twelve longest seconds of your life, the two of you looking closely at the elevator display, the tension is palpable, you look without blinking at the decreasing numbers _19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10_ you count down mentally and when the ten arrives, you feel Pedro hold your nape tightly, pulling you until you back hits his chest, he runs his nose through your shoulder until he reaches your jaw, where he licks and bites gently

"If that fucking elevator takes five more seconds to open, I swear to God I'll fuck you on that table over there, after all I haven't won my trophy yet" he says that and turns your neck to the side, making you see the little table where the flowers in the hall are.

The elevator warns you that it is on the ground floor scares you, your heart accelerates, you look at Pedro who is still so close to your face and just nod your head towards the elevator door.

As soon as you enter, you press number 24, when the doors close, you ask Pedro to hold your bag, he holds and stares at you, you lean your back against the elevator wall and squat a little and putting your hand under your dress - thank God the side slit helped me - you take off your panties and when tou get up you find his eyes looking at you and looking for cameras in the elevator, you giggle and approach to get your bag while knead your panties in your hand and put them in his front pocket.

Pedro doesn't say anything, the growl that comes out of his throat speaks more than a thousand words.

The elevator warns tou that you are on the right floor, but you still need to look for the key inside the bag.

“Key, right?” He says while you search my bag

_God, I had them in my hand a few minutes ago_

Pedro pushes you against the wall, at the same time he slides his fingers on your lips making you open them, he puts two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck it, he takes out his fingers and holds your chin, making you raise your face more towards him, giving you a quick kiss, he slides his fingers wet with your saliva inside the slit of your dress, his fingers rubbing your clit, sticking two fingers in your pussy.

You let out a low moan and then kiss, your left hand on his chin smoothing his beard while the other still looks for a key inside the bag.

His fingers in and out of you, you suck his lip and move away, interrupting the kiss you raise my hand, shaking the key between your fingers

“Found it!”

He laughs and takes his fingers out of you, and takes it to his lips, sucking. You open the door, Pedro pulls you towards your room, which he is already familiar with, he sits on your bed, takes your panties out of his pocket and extends it to his side and says:

“You did this, can you take off my clothes as well?”

Without thinking, you approach him, you knee down and start with the boots and socks, never breaking eye contact.

You are between his legs and drag your hands until you find his belt, unbuckle and slowly open a button, stop and look at him, as if asking for permission

"Yeah babe, like this" he says with a smile on his face, you open the other button and open the zipper. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull his pants so slowly that you can feel the anxiety in the air.

You throw his pants to the side and see how hard he is, you slide your hands over his underwear, his cock is pulsating and hot, kneeling in front of him, you bring your face closer to his cock and run your tongue over his underwear following the entire length, feeling the moisture in the fabric.

Pedro sighs and looks up, murmuring something you don't even understand, you just feel his left hand grabbing your hair, letting out a growl he tells you to get up and sit on his lap. You get up and when you put your hand on the zipper of the dress to take it off, Pedro interrupts me

"Deja el vestido puesto!"

You put one leg on each side of his hip, Pedro moans low when he feels your wet pussy in contact with his thigh, you feel his hand squeezing your nape again, you smile at him while your hands play with the details of the shirt he wears.

"You are so wet babe" without answering you just kiss, your lips touch each other first softly, you feel tickled when the mustache he rubs against your skin, his hand loosens the grip on your hair and slowly goes down your back, the kiss goes wide, you bite his lower lip, pulling between his teeth and licking when releasing,

Pedro never moves his hand away from your body, you feel his thigh press your pussy, you rub yourself feeling the few hairs on his leg in contact with your swollen clit and in need of touch, Pedro lowers his hand to your hip, pulling you down while raising his thigh, you release a moan in his mouth, so what he says is enough for your body to know that he is in complete abstinence "Ride on my thigh... enjoy rubbing against me" Pedro lies on the bed, wearing only his shirt and underwear, you put your hands on his chest and you start rubbing slowly. Pedro doesn't take his eyes off yours, his hand is still on your hip encouraging me to speed up the movements, leading me.

You throw your head back, feeling a heat take over your body, you feel the orgasm rise in your stomach, your clit pulsating, feeling his thigh slide easily in your excitement.

"Come on babe give me, I want to feel you" Pedro begs and squeezes your breast over the dress, you rub harder feeling your orgasm wet his whole thigh "Oh my god Pedro please"

"Yeah babe like that ride me like that" you moan his name, you murmur things that you don't even know what they mean, as soon as you feel your body calm down you open your eyes and there they are, those brown eyes burning me, eqting you alive. You get out of his thigh, dragging you down until you get on your knees on the floor, Pedro runs two fingers on his wet thigh and moans while licking his fingers, as if you were his favorite dessert.

He leans on his left elbow and stares at you you run your nails through his legs, reaching the waistband of his boxers, and before pulling you look him in the eyes and say softly

"Let me demonstrate how important you are my dear"

You slowly pull his undies, his cock jumps hitting his tummy, drops of pre cum flooding his cock head.

You hold his cock by the base and make slow movements from the bottom up, watching the fat drops of pre cum accumulate, wetting your fingers. Without taking your eyes off his eyes you put his cock in your mouth and make circles with the tip of your tongue, cleaning his excitement, you put it in your mouth until you feel the tip of his cock hit your throat, extending your hands and stroke his tummy inside his fancy shirt.

"Help me get this out" you let go of his cock and get up, carefully opening the velcro of his arm sling, you help him take off his shirt throwing it to the side where his clothes turn to a pile. Pedro pulls you making you ride on his lap, you feel his cock hit against your clit, you put your hand between your bodies and holding his cock by the base you fit into your pussy and sit, feeling every inch of it inside you.you both moan loudly, you stand still and help put the arm sling again

"I want you to be safe babe" he laughs and squeezes your ass and moves his hips up entering deeper into you, you push him to lie down and lean over him, gluing your lips to his you bounce on his cock for a while.

"Take off that dress" he says. You get up and pull the side zipper of your dress, Pedro calls you with his fingers and asks you to lie on the bed, he kneels between your legs and stroke your thighs, your belly, circling your nipples.

"I won tonite anyways" he says as he holds his cock by the base and rubs it against your clit.

Pedro slides his cock inside you slowly, taking advantage of every inch, while smoothing the side of your thigh threatening to snap you stretch your hands and scratch his thick thighs.

You feel his nails scratch your thigh and soon the burning of the slap "Come on babe take me all" you push your hips against his, the only sound in the room is your breaths with low moans.

Pedro slides his hand down your neck, squeezing and down until he finds your nipples, he squeezes and rotates between his fingers, making you squeeze his cock with your pussy "fuck Pedro, please I need more" he stop moving, he just keeps looking at me raising an eyebrow while squeezing your nipple between his fingers

"Do you need more? "And giggles

You slide your foot on his tummy pushing him away, you kneel on the bed getting face to face with him, you lick and bite every piece of skin you find, you jerking him off, feeling your fingers get wet with pre cum and your excitement

"On all fours my little bitch" he orders with a slap on your ass, you turn around getting your face pressed against the mattress, you feel Pedro's hand stroke your ass, and then the sound of a slap echoes through the room next to your moan, another slap and you hear him squat, then his lips are in your pussy, his tongue entering you like a cock, he moans against your pussy, making you feel the vibrations of his hoarse voice.

Before getting up you feel his saliva dripping through your pussy, another slap on your ass and you feel his cock hitting your clitoris, rubbing you hard, he moans and curses not being able to have both hands free, Pedro sticks his whole cock into your pussy, taking a loud moan from both of you.

"Fuck Pedro don't fucking stop please" he trust hard, you feel another orgasm forming, his skin hitting against you, his hand passing through your back, scratching your skin.

"Touch your clit, give me one more babe one fucking more" you put your hand in the middle of your legs and it doesn't take many movements to cum on his cock, you feel yourself explode, making you scream the name of Pedro.

"Fuck babe I'm going to fill your pussy" Pedro speed up the movements, his left hand squeezing your hip hard, you feel hot jets of cum flooding your pussy, Pedro moaning your name while slapping your ass a few more times

"Your pussy is milking me you fucking bitch" Pedro throws himself next to you on the bed, breathing with difficulty, he looks at you and laughs and now you realize that he didn't even take off his glasses, the disheveled hair gives an extremely unique look. Him.

"Fuck the awards" he says laughing, panting, you kiss him and say softly

"More awards to come Pedrito, relax" he smiles stretching his hand and slapping you in the ass

"I will win them all! Let's go to the shower"

Pedro stares at you as you undo the velcro of his arm sling “What?" He just smiles saying that out of nowhere, the bathtub is almost full, you enter and feel your feet thank the hot water, you sit down and call him, he approaches and sits behind you, pulling you to have your back glued to his chest, you put your head between his neck and shoulder, stretching your right hand while you play with his hair.

You feel his left hand playing with your nipples, slowly going down yourbelly until you find my clit.

"Hmmm I'm still not happy I need more awards" he says this and puts his leg under yours, making it almost impossible for you to close your legs, the middle and index finger draw circles through your clit, in and out his finger inside you. You tilt your head more looking for his lips, kissing him while you release moans every time you feel him put two fingers inside your pussy.

"I want you to hold my cock with that beautiful hand and put it in that tight little pussy and ride me "

Every word he said was a thrust of his fingers inside you, you turn around and sit on his lap, holding his cock with your right hand, Pedro doesn't wait a second and is already pushing myou down to bury himself inside you. Pedro sucks and bites your nipples, climbs his tongue until he finds your lips, his hand holding your ass tigh, guiding how he wants me to roll.

"Fuck, you're so hot, that pussy squeezes me so hard"

Your moan is loud, your nails scratch his shoulders, your lips meet the skin of his neck where you slide your tongue whispering in his ear how you love to feel his cock all inside you.

Pedro holds the back of your neck making you look into his eyes "Cum on my cock, squeeze me" you grind more feeling your clit rubbing on his lower belly, the orgasm growing inside you, your hands hold his shoulders tightly

"Fuck I'm going to cum"

His hand grabs my neck, squeezing hard as he orders "Now" your moans are weak due to the force he holds your neck, you feel your body tremble

"I'm going to fill your fucking pussy with cum, kiss me please" your kiss is desperate, your moans are loud, Pedro’s hand runs through your body desperate to touch every inch of your skin.

"Fuck, that was much better than any award" he speaks in the midst of laughter you kiss his shoulder and bury your face on his neck

"Always so good... Hmmm pizza and beers?" He laughs loudly and gives you a slow kiss.

"Fuck yeah pizza and beers!"

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Curiouser and Curiouser

Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

18+. Pegging. Squirting. Sex toys. Reader is bi. No use of y/n.

Word count: 9.3k

Notes:

It's been years since I've written anything, and even longer since I posted something; be gentle with me.

I've read and re-read this thing a hundred times, but I've never written in second-person, and very rarely written het before, so apologies. Also, I'm not from the US. Please ignore any Britishisms that might've slipped in!

I know that real person fic gives some people the ick but I couldn't make the scenario fit any of Pedro's characters.

This is very much a fictionalised version of Pedro based on his comment in this interview about making out with people when he's drunk. And then I spiralled. Because I'm unstable.

I don't work for Womanizer. I just think everyone with a clit should own one.

There was a small gap in the curtains you had drawn hastily the night before which allowed a sliver of morning sunlight to shine directly onto your face. You groaned slightly and slid your legs across the bed sheets, stretching as you tried to turn away from the intrusion. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and were met with the sight of Pedro’s broad shoulders.

He was still asleep, his bare back to you as he laid on his side. You turned your head and stretched an arm out to your bedside table to tap your phone, discovering that you’d woken up naturally ten minutes before your alarm was due to go off.

Sitting up on your elbows, you looked again toward Pedro, thinking about how this would be the last time you’d get to indulge in these quiet moments before he left again for another long stretch. You couldn't resist reaching out to run a hand over his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to his skin as he breathed deeply in his sleep.

Knowing how lightly he slept, you took your time to ease out from your bed so as not to disturb him. Once you’d unplugged your phone, you took it with you as you quietly shuffled out of your bedroom and down the hallway. You found some clean clothes from the dryer that you hadn’t gotten around to putting away, and cobbled together an outfit before grabbing your keys and slipping out of your apartment.

Pedro’s eyes snapped open as your front door clicked shut behind you. He glanced up, taking a moment to assess his surroundings before rolling onto his back. Your bed was smaller than his, so he took advantage of the fact that he could now starfish across your sheets, rather than clinging to the edge as he had been for most of the night. He stroked his hand across your side of the bed, feeling the lingering warmth from your body before sighing heavily. He was reluctant to get up, but knew that he didn’t have much time. It was almost as if he was convincing himself that if he refused to leave your bed then time didn’t exist, and he wouldn’t have to get on a plane in a few hours.

After several minutes, he began to wonder how long it’d be before you were back. It wasn’t usual for him to sleep in longer than you, and he didn’t know what to do with himself left alone in your apartment. He stared at the ceiling for a few more moments before summoning up a sudden burst of energy to get out of bed, stumbling towards your dresser to pick over the trinkets on top of it that you’d collected over the years.

There was a small ceramic dish which held your favourite jewellery, the pieces he saw you wear most regularly, simple silver rings and a necklace with a star shaped pendant. He picked up a perfume bottle shaped like a heart, taking the lid off of it to smell its fragrance, reminding him instantly of you. Replacing the cap, he put the bottle back, turning to look at a small pot which held pens and a little rainbow flag. He recognised it from the Pride event you’d both attended with friends in June, and he smiled as he remembered how much fun that had been.

It wasn’t long before curiosity got the better of him, however, and before he could stop himself, he opened the top drawer and delved further into the cabinet.

—

You hated coffee. Always had, and always would do. No matter how many times people told you it was an acquired taste and that you’d get used to it. You never understood the logic of continuing to try something that you didn’t like in the vague hope that you might change your mind.

And for what? So you could stand in line at Starbucks with everyone else, throwing away money, chasing after your fix?

You couldn’t help but smirk and shake your head as that’s exactly where you found yourself, waiting your turn to place an order for Pedro, and to pick up some pastries for the two of you. You figured you’d treat him to a decent leaving breakfast considering all you had in your cupboards was cereal and some dubious milk in the fridge.

You knew his coffee order enough to recite it but not to know what it meant. Years of being a production runner had given you an ability to remember complex orders after many a pigheaded man in a higher up position designated the coffee run a part of your daily duties. When you’d met Pedro on set almost five years ago, his order was enough to raise your eyebrows, knowing the usual number of “shots” most people wanted to realise that his was excessive to say the least.

You figured that’s why he always made fun of you for not having a coffee maker at your apartment. He couldn’t fathom an existence without coffee.

While you waited for the barista to prepare his drink, you remembered the way he’d looked at you in fake disgust the first time he’d visited and you had dared to offer him instant coffee. You didn’t drink it, but you were a good host who always had at least something to offer friends.

As you made your way out of the Starbucks and back onto the street, you held the takeaway cup with the paper bag of pastries in your right hand, checking your watch as you made it back to your apartment. You’d managed to beat the morning rush and had only been gone ten minutes so far. Still, you hastened your pace as you walked the few blocks back to your building to make sure that you could wake Pedro in time before he had to leave. Once you’d made it onto your street, you fished in your hoodie pocket for your keys, juggling the coffee and pastries as you unlocked the main door, holding it open wide enough with your hip to slip into the foyer, and using your elbow to push the elevator button.

You made a conscious effort to enter the apartment as quietly as you’d left, assuming Pedro would still be in bed. Placing his coffee and the pastries on the kitchen counter along with your keys, you kicked your shoes off before padding your way down the hallway.

The colour drained from your face once you’d rounded the corner to see Pedro stood in nothing but his boxers in front of your dresser. Your stomach dropped, and your voice caught in your throat, not wanting to believe what you were seeing.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Pedro jumped, swearing under his breath as he turned to look at the doorway. “Jesus. You scared the shit out of me…” He knew he should feel guilty, but he couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips, despite the fact that he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

The cookie jar, in this instance, being your underwear drawer, which he had pulled all the way out. You felt sick as you raked your eyes over the clothing that had been strategically arranged around your stash but was now out of place.

“What does this do?”

You watched in horror as he held up a small, oval device. When your eyes met his, he raised a quizzical eyebrow, and you realised he was waiting for a response.

“I… it’s…” You stumbled, mind racing too quickly for you to think of a reasonable explanation. You half considered trying to pass off your Womanizer as some new skin care tool for cleaning out pores, but your eyes flickered down to see he’d already uncovered the other, more phallic, shaped toys that couldn’t be explained away.

You suddenly found your voice as your face flushed red from embarrassment and anger all at the same time. “I can’t believe you snooped through my stuff!” You said through gritted teeth. “I left you alone for five minutes!”

Pedro held up his hands as best as he could, protesting his innocence, but he was still holding the god-damn toy. “I wasn’t snooping! I was looking for something!”

“Oh yeah?” You growled, suddenly urging your feet to move as you closed the gap between you, “And what, exactly, were you looking for in my underwear drawer?!”

It was Pedro’s turn to blush this time, and he bowed his head slightly to avoid your glare. He gently let his hands drop and delicately placed the toy back in the drawer as he mumbled guiltily, “Y-your underwear…”

An unbelieving laugh escaped your lips, a sharp puff of air. “You were gunna steal my underwear?!”

Pedro nodded slightly, his blush deepening before he forced himself to look back at you. The hands that were once holding all your dirty secrets came up to cup your face. “I’m sorry! I just… I’m gunna be away for a long time and… and I wanted to take some with me…”

You hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t help the way you weakened whenever he looked at you with those eyes. When he started to rub his thumbs over your cheekbones, your shoulders began to relax instinctively.

“You could have just asked…” You sighed. “Pervert.”

He smiled at that, leaning forward to kiss you quickly. “Oh, I’m the pervert?” He asked, turning back to your drawers and pointedly tilting his head toward your collection, going back to rummage further.

“Shut up!” You whined, slapping his arm. “I’ve been single for years, I’m allowed to have some fun…” Grumbling when he didn't stop, you tried desperately to grab for him, but he held you at bay with one arm, pulling something else out from under your clothes and holding it up high with his other hand.

“And what, pray tell, is this?!”

Your cheeks burned bright red, your face hotter than it had ever been before in your life. He dangled a harness from his index finger, spinning it around obnoxiously, inspecting every piece of leather as the buckles glistened as it turned.

“It’s nothing!” Suddenly, you were scrambling to reach across him, but he was still intent on figuring it out.

“Is… Is this for a strap-on…?”

You barely heard him because your ears were burning with shame. You growled and took a determined leap to snatch the harness from his grip, shoving it back into your drawer and doing your best to cover all your secrets before slamming it shut. You manoeuvred yourself in front of the cabinet and pushed Pedro’s chest so he took a step back, crossing your arms defiantly.

“For that, you don’t get any of my underwear.”

—

Pedro left your apartment with his tail between his legs that day. You’d softened slightly after he’d apologised profusely, but you still wouldn’t relinquish any of your underwear as a form of punishment.

Once he was dressed, you’d handed him the coffee you’d gone to get him especially, not that you deserve it, but you’d still snaked your arms around his waist and rested your head against his shoulder as you both hugged goodbye. It’d be at least six weeks before he’d be back in your life again. He had a few hours to get back to his apartment, pack his bags, hand his keys to the dog sitter, and then make his way to the airport.

Pedro spent the whole flight thinking about that harness in your underwear drawer.

His palms itched as he tried desperately to focus on the inflight entertainment. It was no use, though, and the urge to open google and begin researching was overwhelming as soon as he landed.

Once settled in the hotel room that would be his home for the next month and half, he did just that, opening up a private browsing window on his laptop and tentatively typing the word pegging.

He’d never considered you to be a particularly dominant person, but then the pair of you had only been having sex for less than a year. You had both been the token single friends amongst your circle for all the years you’d known each other. Neither of you had been looking for, or wanting a partner, for various different reasons, and so when everyone else was coupling up and having babies, you could always rely on each other for dinner and drinks.

Pedro had always been a flirt, it was what made him so loveable to everyone. He had a way of making everyone he spoke to feel good about themselves, and the fact that he was more than willing to indulge in friendly make out sessions with his friends, no strings attached, made him all the more attractive. It was exactly what you wanted from a relationship, kissing being the thing you missed most about being single. For several years you had both been more than content to share those transient moments when the alcohol had been flowing, leaving you both warm and sated before going your separate ways, calling it a night.

More recently, things had progressed further between you both, probably because you’d decided to share a takeaway rather than go out one night. It was far too easy to drink more in the comfort of a friend’s apartment, and neither of you had wanted to say goodnight once you’d climbed into his lap to kiss him deeper.

And so, you both made an unspoken arrangement with each other. You were still friends, but friends who made out, and friends who sometimes had sex. Given his schedule, the times you did manage to see each other were few and far between, and even less frequently were the nights when you ended up in each other’s beds.

Pedro considered that because of that, maybe there were some kinks you were holding back, or didn’t yet feel comfortable enough to share.

But the more websites he curiously browsed depicted versions of women which seemed to be extreme, almost a complete contrast to your personality. They were clad in PVC and brandishing what could only be described as weapons of torture. He struggled to imagine you in such a get up, but it did stir something in his belly.

—

Not even halfway through his trip, Pedro did what he’d been doing for almost two decades whenever he needed advice and he’d called Oscar.

“I’m supposed to be reading a script that I’ve been putting off for days,” Oscar said when Pedro asked him what he’d been up to. “Elvira took the kids to the park to make sure I didn’t have any excuse not to read it but…”

“But you're playing your guitar?” Pedro smirked as his friend trailed off.

Oscar looked down at the guitar in his lap and plucked a string softly with his spare hand before silencing it with a flat palm over the frets. “You know me too well.”

Pedro laughed, but it was a short laugh. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to decide how to tackle the reason he called. He started to think that he probably should have thought this through.

“So. What’s bothering you?” Oscar interrupted his thoughts.

He knew Pedro too well, also.

“I just wanted to ask you something…” Pedro began.

“Yeah…?” Oscar probed gently, putting his guitar down and settling in for what he knew was going to be an evasive ramble before Pedro got to the point.

“Have you ever… Uh… So you know how sometimes a guy will… enjoy… a bit of… ass play?” Pedro winced, swallowing hard before continuing. “Like, how sometimes a girl will be going down on a guy. And they, y’know… Like, put a finger in them? The guy, I mean? And it feels good?”

Pedro’s cheeks burned and he was glad that he at least had the sense to have this conversation on the phone rather than having to deal with the awkwardness of his best friend looking at him.

Oscar just smirked, “I’ve heard of it.”

Pedro could have sworn he could hear the shit-eating grin on the other end of the line.

“I mean, yeah! That’s what I’ve heard too.” He cringed, rubbing the heel of his hand over his forehead as he tried not to die from shame.

“Hermano… What exactly are you trying to ask me?” Oscar sighed, knowing that he didn’t have much time for this kind of conversation on a Sunday afternoon.

Pedro swallowed hard, groaning slightly. “Have you ever… y’know? Tried that? Or… or more…?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow and paused as he tried to imagine what the ‘more’ could be. He shook his head after a few moments of silence, realising that Pedro was hanging on a knife-edge waiting for his response. “I had a girlfriend try it once, but there was no pre-warning and it kind of put me off the whole idea, if I’m honest.”

Pedro sighed, feeling slightly deflated. “Yeah. I get that…” He’d never admit it, but that wasn’t the answer he’d wanted to hear.

Oscar waited patiently to see if Pedro wanted to elaborate further, knowing that sometimes just leaving the space for him to talk was all that he needed to feel comfortable.

“I’m sorry, man. I shouldn’t have called.” Pedro said abruptly as he’d sat up straighter, preparing to end the conversation.

“Don’t be stupid,” Oscar cut him off before he started to spiral, “You know you can always talk to me about stuff. Hypothetical or not.”

Pedro smiled and thanked his friend, feeling himself begin to relax again.

“So… When do I get to meet her?”

Pedro tried his best to keep his composure, stunned by Oscar’s bluntness. “W-What do you mean?”

Oscar laughed freely, easing the tension in Pedro’s shoulders. “You’re as subtle as a tonne of bricks, Pedrito.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about…”

Oscar rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Look, if she’s willing to talk these things through with you, and you’re curious, then there’s no harm in… experimenting.”

Pedro smiled, remembering just why he always turned to Oscar with any issues in life. He always did have a way of reassuring him. “Thanks, man…”

“You’re welcome. Just promise me one thing… Make sure you have a safe word.”

Pedro groaned, “Fuck off, man…” But he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he shook his head.

“What’s her name?” Oscar asked suddenly, and then it was Pedro’s turn to smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

—

You were escaping work early when your phone rang, vibrating in your back pocket as you got to your car. You opened up the driver’s side door and threw your bag onto the passenger seat before fishing your phone out and smiling when you saw who was calling.

“Hey, Pedro,” You answered, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself grinning stupidly. You slid into your car and shut the door. There was no one else in the parking lot but you still felt the need to hide and give yourself some privacy. “How was your flight?”

“Long,” He sighed on the other end of the line. You could hear the airport tannoys in the background, and he sounded slightly out of breath. He must’ve literally just got out of baggage claim, not even waiting to get out of the airport before calling you. You bit your lip, trying not to think about what that could mean.

“Listen… I’m gunna head back to mine and get a few hours sleep but… if you wanna come over later then we could order in?” He sounded distracted, and the paranoia began to settle into your brain.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, quietly, and Pedro just hummed in response, doing little to reassure you.

He’s looking for his driver. You told yourself. That’s why he’s distant.

“O-Okay.” You mumbled, picking at the hem of your blouse as you suddenly felt stupid. “Well. Just… Lemme know when you’re free…”

“Will do,” He said, and then the line went dead.

You pulled your phone away from your ear and stared at the blank screen for a few seconds before shaking your head. You mentally reprimanded yourself, both for being so thrilled that he called, and simultaneously for being so self conscious that you’d let your mind wander to the worst case scenario.

Placing your phone into your purse, you sat up straight as you put your key in the ignition. The song you were listening to when you parked broke the silence of your car, and you tried your best to lose yourself in the music, making your way back home to nervously wait for Pedro to contact you later.

—

The elevator ride up to his apartment had been awful. No matter how many times you told yourself to calm the fuck down throughout the course of the afternoon, your pulse had spiked once you were finally on your way to see Pedro for the first time in six weeks.

He never usually wanted to see you so soon after a work trip. The pair of you had sent a few casual texts back and forth while he had been gone, normally just funny anecdotes that you thought the other would appreciate. You’d assumed that you would see him next at an event, or when your mutual friend group congregated to catch up like usual, but this time was different.

What if something had happened?

For all you knew, Pedro could have had several different ‘yous’ in multiple cities across the world. Neither of you had ever discussed exclusivity, and just because he was the only person you were sleeping with didn’t mean that he wasn’t exhausting his (admittedly vastly more expansive) options.

What if he’d met someone and your little arrangement was about to come to an end?

The elevator dinged as it got to his floor, and you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in before forcing yourself to move.

Once you were stood in front of his door, you knocked in what you hoped was a nonchalant way, if that was even a thing, and listened intently as you heard movement, footsteps getting closer, and then the door opened.

If you’d been worried before, seeing Pedro's face was enough to calm your nerves. His eyes lit up as he looked you up and down, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Hi,” You said shyly.

“Hi,” He breathed back, giving you a lop-sided grin, leaning against his door to invite you in. That gesture alone was enough to give you the confidence you needed to take a step toward him.

“Hi…” You mumbled again, stupidly, daring to place your hands flat on his chest before leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

The giggle that fell from him spread warmth across your body, one of his hands smoothing over your back to hold you to him. He took a step back, pulling you with him, letting the front door swing shut before cupping your face with his spare hand to kiss you properly. When you pulled apart, he was smiling against your lips, breathing another “Hi…”

Pleasantries out of the way, you both stumbled your way down the hallway, refusing to let go of each other as you reacquainted yourself with the feel of another person’s hands on you. Pedro’s hands. He stopped a few times to press you against a wall, kiss you deeply, but it didn’t take long for him to lead you towards his bedroom.

He was laid back on his sheets and you straddled his hips, riding him as he looked up at you. His hands were firm on your thighs, but his eyes seemed far away. You slowed to a stop, panting slightly as you placed your hands on his chest. “What’s wrong?”

Pedro blinked a few times, suddenly aware that he wasn’t present. “Nothing’s wrong,” he answered, squeezing your thighs in an attempt to reassure you.

“You sure?” You asked, lifting a hand up to stroke the side of his face, “You seem… distracted…”

He smiled, leaning his head to place a kiss to your palm, “I’m fine…” He whispered, sliding his hands up from your thighs to your waist, and as if to accentuate his point, he planted his feet firmly on the mattress and thrust up into you.

You cried out in shock, and before you knew what was happening, Pedro was sitting up to wrap his arms around you and roll you onto your back. Your gasped moan turned into laughter as he kissed your nose, both your cheeks, and then your neck, and it wasn’t long before he was stealing your breath away as he began to thrust into you with wild abandon.

Afterwards, you were both laid on your sides, facing each other. Your breathing had just about evened out, and your hand was resting on his cheek, thumb stroking his skin as you both looked at each other. “I missed this,” You whispered, sighing into his pillow as you nuzzled your face into the soft cotton.

A smile tugged at Pedro’s lips as he placed a hand on your hip. “Your toys just not cutting it?” He grinned, pinching your skin playfully.

You groaned and felt your face flush as you rolled onto your back to look at the ceiling. “I thought I was gunna get away with us pretending you never found those…”

Pedro laughed, “Nope!” He stared at the side of your face for a few seconds before biting his bottom lip, shuffling as he also turned to face the ceiling.

“So… I’ve been thinking…” He started, and your head snapped to look at him quicker than you intended. You studied his profile as he continued to worry his lip with his teeth, and you swallowed thickly, feeling the same panic that you’d felt in the elevator earlier.

“I… Are you…” You stumbled over your words, clearing your throat before continuing. “Please don’t tell me you’re gunna call this off after fucking me senseless?” You laughed nervously, trying to play it cool even though you knew it’d crush whatever self esteem you had left if that was the case.

Pedro turned to look at you, leaning up on his elbow as he stared at you with wide eyes. “What?! What gave you that idea?”

You shifted awkwardly under his gaze, shrugging your shoulders. “I dunno… Just… You called and sounded so. So distant. And then just now, it… It felt like you weren’t even here for a while.”

Pedro sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face, “I’m sorry…”

You reached up and grabbed his wrist, stilling him. “It’s okay…” You murmured, and he looked back at you again with those deep brown eyes.

“It’s nothing like that.” He said, trying his best to reassure you with a look. You flashed him a smile, and that seemed to calm him slightly. “It’s just something that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I last saw you.”

You released his wrist, pulling the sheets up further around you as you suddenly felt cold without his body pressed against you. You sat up slightly so that you could look at Pedro properly, silently urging him to continue.

He let out a shaky breath, but made a point to keep eye contact with you. “I did some research and… and if it’s something that you’re into then… I’d like to try it.”

You looked at him, confused, and Pedro suddenly realised he hadn’t explained just what he was referring to.

“Pegging. I mean.”

Your eyebrows shot up and a bemused puff of air fell from your lips. “… P-pegging?” You asked, unsure of what you were hearing.

Pedro just nodded, swallowing hard before continuing. “Ever since I found that harness, it’s all I could think about. I looked into it, and… and it’s something that I-I think I would like. And if it’s something that you like then, well. I don’t want to hold you back.”

All you could do is blink at him, your mouth slightly open as you processed what he was saying. “I… I don’t know what to say…” You mumbled, and then suddenly your brows were furrowing in confusion. “Wait… What makes you think that I’m into… that?”

“Sweetie,” He began, a smirk playing on his features. “You… You have a strap-on.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, and your eyes widened further as things began to slot into place. “Ohhh…” You said, and suddenly everything made sense. “Pedro… That, um. That was a misjudged present. From an ex girlfriend…”

The look of shock on Pedro’s face was immediate, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing openly. “I-I’ve never actually used it, I never had the confidence to try it, and she didn’t stick around much longer after that…”

Pedro could only nod his head dumbly, and you realised you were probably giving him more information than he need. “I’m sorry! I… I thought you knew-”

“You’re bi.” Pedro muttered, eyebrows still raised as the realisation dawned on him.

You managed to stifle your giggles, nodding your head. “Y-yeah… I just. I thought it was obvious…”

“Nope.” Pedro blinked. “At least not to me… God. I’m an idiot.” He groaned, but you moved quickly to hold his face and forced him to look at you.

“No you’re not,” You sighed, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re… You’re actually kinda sweet.”

Pedro smiled, the shock finally dissipating as he kissed you back. “How am I sweet?” He asked quietly, and you squirmed as his breath ghosted over your lips, spreading warmth throughout your body.

“Well,” You breathed, stroking his cheekbone and nuzzling your nose against his. “For one, you were willing to let me fuck you…”

He hummed contentedly, before pulling back to look at you properly, “I still would…” He admitted, and you swore you could see his cheeks flush slightly.

“Y-yeah?” You whispered, and he nodded. “You… You really want to try?”

He nodded again, kissing you softly before resting his forehead against yours. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about. The whole time I was away.” He breathed. “You should see my search history…”

You laughed, slightly breathless as you let yourself imagine him eagerly researching, glasses perched on his nose, taking notes.

And then you allowed yourself to picture what it would be like to bend him over, a soft moan falling from your lips as you kissed him again.

“I… Let me think about it… okay?” You whispered when you pulled back slightly, and you felt him smile as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you against his chest. He placed a kiss on top of your head and squeezed you tightly.

“Of course…”

—

You spent several weeks doing your own research, scrolling through endless pages of porn in an attempt to find all the answers to your questions. Most of the videos that you found were eye opening, to say the least. The confidence that the women exuded was tantalising, but you couldn’t picture yourself in their positions. If anything, you found yourself fantasising about being on the receiving end of their commands, but that was a story for another day.

There were videos from one particular couple that intrigued you, however. They appeared to be genuine, caring, and indulging in a mutual appreciation of pegging. It was so different to all the other versions you’d seen. This wasn’t about emasculation or domination, and through their videos you had managed to stumble across a kink that you didn’t realise you had: Men embracing pleasure in their most vulnerable state.

It was at that moment that you decided that Pedro was onto something.

Let’s do this. You texted him. It was late at night but almost immediately the speech bubble appeared under your message, the animated ellipsis bounced briefly before Pedro responded.

When?

He was eager, that was evident to see, but you insisted that he took his time to pick out a new dildo for himself. You agreed to place the order for him so the parcel could be sent to your apartment, just incase any press found out, and Pedro sent several links your way, genuinely wanting your opinion.

The first few were immediately met with a firm No. Reading their dimensions, the sizes made you cross your legs and cringe, so there was no way that Pedro would be able to take them. You told him to stop being overly ambitious and find one that wasn’t too intimidating.

Eventually he found one that he liked the look of. It had a slight curve to it, wasn’t too thick, and you liked the fact that it was silicone.

Good choice. You texted, It’ll be here in 3-5 business days.

Pedro couldn’t help but smile, beaming at the praise, before texting back.

Can’t wait.

—

When the big night came around, Pedro took a deep breath before he knocked on your front door. He had a bottle of wine in his hand, one that he'd grabbed as a last minute thought on the way out of his apartment. He had felt like he needed to bring something to drink to calm his nerves, but as he ran his thumb over his bottom lip, he shook his head slightly at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

What does one bring to toast the loss of his anal virginity? Red or white?

You opened the door, and the gust of air from doing so blew your hair back slightly, snapping him out of his thoughts. You flashed him a quick smile which conveyed that you were equally as nervous as he was, but when you clocked the bottle you raised an eyebrow at him quizzically. Pedro hadn’t arrived with gifts to yours since you had first invited him over many years ago. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled shyly as he offered it to you. You took it and stepped aside to let him in. He followed you to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, and watched as you grabbed some glasses.

“I figured we should talk first…” You said, and he stayed silent as you rummaged in a drawer for a corkscrew. He stepped forwards, taking it from you once you’d found it, expertly uncorking the wine before handing you the bottle back to pour. “Thanks,” You murmured. “But we’re only having a glass each.”

Pedro nodded and waited patiently as you poured the wine before handing him a glass. He took it from you and leaned against the counter, swirling the liquid slightly before taking a generous slug. He noticed that you mirrored his actions, but your sip was more conservative.

“What… What is this for you, Pedro?” You asked, and he stared blankly back at you.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, “I mean… What do you want to get from tonight?”

Pedro blushed slightly as he shrugged, feeling the warmth from the wine, and the conversation, spread through his extremities. “I… I don’t know.” He admitted, rubbing his free hand over the back of his neck.

Slowly, you nodded back at him, taking your time to calculate your next question. “Is… Is it a domination thing?”

Pedro laughed awkwardly, “N-no… I don’t think so…” He shifted slightly, stared down at his wine for a few seconds before looking back at you. “I think I’m just curious? I don’t… y’know. Don’t want you to call me names or degrade me…”

A smile pulled at his lips and you relaxed slightly, relieved at his honesty. Because realistically? You don’t think you could do that, even if he asked.

Pedro seemed to sense the tension in the air dissipate as you both stared at each other. As exciting as this all was, he longed for the normalcy of your no strings attached arrangement. This felt like flirting with the possibility of change, and that unsettled you both. “I guess I’m just intrigued at the thrill of discovering something new about myself… whether it’ll be pleasurable…”

You hummed in response and took another sip of wine, a larger one this time. You chewed on your bottom lip once you pulled the glass away, cradling it close to your chest. “I get that…”

Pedro smiled again, blushing once more as he cleared his throat. “I, uh. I tried. O-on my own… While I was away…”

His admission shocked you, eyebrows raising. “You did?”

Curiously, you watched him as he downed the last of his wine, shoving his hands straight into his pockets after he put down the glass. “Y-yeah,” He stared at his shoes. “Just with my fingers.” He coughed slightly, and then let out a small laugh, looking back up at you. “I wasn’t flexible enough though.”

Your eyes crinkled as you let out a puff of air that sounded like a mix between a giggle and a sigh, “Jesus, Pedro…” You whispered into your glass once you’d raised it to your lips again, “You really were curious…”

He nodded in response, watching as you finished your drink too, placing the glass down gently on the worktop before taking a step toward him. He pushed off the counter, meeting you halfway, and placed his hands on your biceps, giving them a squeeze before rubbing them up and down.

You smiled up at him, content at his touch, and allowed yourself to hook your pointer fingers in the belt loops of his jeans. “Do, um… Did you wanna agree on a safe word? Just in case?”

Remembering Oscar’s advice, he laughed, and when you looked up at him confused, he kissed your forehead. “Uh… yeah. That makes sense… How about ‘purple’?”

“Fine by me.” You nodded your head once more before, silently, you both agreed to move towards your bedroom.

Once there, Pedro surveyed the scene that you’d laid out ready. The strap-on laid on the end of the bed, along with a generously sized bottle of lube, and there was a towel draped over your sheets. He grinned, gesturing to the preparation you’d done, “You really know how to spoil a guy.”

You rolled your eyes in response, ignoring his sarcastic comment, before taking a step closer to him to press a kiss to his lips. He hummed happily at the way you caressed him before he pulled back far enough to ask how you wanted him.

“On all fours? I think…” You breathed against his lips, and he nodded, running a hand through your hair before kissing you again.

Everything slowed to a leisurely pace as Pedro helped to ease your top over your head, letting you do the same for him, before he stepped close enough for you to feel his bare skin against your torso. He placed gentle kisses to your neck as he undid your jeans, and it didn’t take long for you to be stood in front of him in your underwear. When he went to unclasp your bra, however, you stopped him suddenly.

“I… I think I wanna keep these on…” You whispered, and Pedro nodded, understanding the vulnerable quiver in your voice. Instead, he focused on undressing himself, stepping out of his jeans and boxers. He kissed your lips one last time before smoothing his hands down your body, following them down so that he was knelt in front of you. He placed an open mouthed kiss to the soft skin of your stomach, just below your belly button, and your played with his hair as you smiled down at him.

He fumbled blindly behind him on the bed, hand finding the bottle of lube before finally falling upon the strap-on next to it. He broke eye contact with you just long enough to position it properly, holding it out for you to step into.

“Such a gentleman,” You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders as you did so, thankful for his support. He slowly eased the harness up over your thighs, standing up when he reached your hips. You watched him carefully as he tightened the straps, finding your eyes once more to check that you were comfortable.

Once you’d adjusted yourself, you couldn’t help but giggle. “This is fucking weird…” You mumbled, reaching out to rub your hand over his, craving any kind of contact.

Pedro smiled in response and, unable to resist his intrusive thoughts any longer, playfully tapped the dildo, smirking as it bounced. “You look great though.”

You laughed again, shaking your head as you pulled him into you. He whimpered slightly as he felt the silicone cock press against his own, but your mumbled apology was cut off as he kissed you, his lips and tongue needy against yours.

You were breathless when he pulled back, and you turned him around quickly, hands gently guiding him onto your bed, pushing slightly on his lower back. Pedro crawled forward onto the towel, trying to position himself as centrally as possible, and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spank him, gently swatting his skin.

“Fuck!” Pedro cried, not meaning to sound so wrecked but his breath caught in his throat, followed by a shocked laugh. He peered over his shoulder to throw you a look. “One thing at a time…”

You bit your lip at the heat in his eyes, making a mental note to try that again another night. “Sorry,” You mumbled, and Pedro just smiled as you ran your hands up the backs of his thighs, urging him to spread his legs further.

You began slow, starting with one lubed up finger. Even though Pedro had told you that he’d experimented alone, you were well aware that this angle would allow you to go deeper than he had managed. You waited until you could hear small moans from him before adding a second finger. He was clenching hard against the intrusion, but you just shushed him, slowly easing in and out of him until you felt him begin to relax. It wasn't until you were working your third finger into him and curling them inside that he groaned, loud and deep, his head dropped between his shoulders.

“Fuck… I’m not gunna last to the main event if you keep doing that…”

Despite what you were doing, you found yourself smiling shyly, feeling pride swell in your chest as he praised you. You leant forward and placed a soft kiss to his spine, twisting your fingers one last time before pulling them out and leaning back to grab the lube. Pedro twisted slightly to watch as you smeared the clear gel over the toy, his own cock twitching in anticipation. It wasn’t long before you were back up on your knees again, slotting between his spread legs and grabbing his left hip, lining yourself up with your cock in your right hand. “Y-You ready?”

Pedro could hear the nerves in your voice, and he reached back to cover the hand on his hip, squeezing gently.

“Ready.”

Slowly, you pressed into him. Your hips stuttered slightly as you tried to get used to the new motion, and Pedro’s hand fell from yours back down to grab at the towel beneath him. “Jesus…” He whined. The dildo wasn’t much thicker than your fingers had been, but it was definitely longer, and as you bottomed out in him he whimpered at how deep it felt.

You paused once your hips were flush against his ass, running your still slick hand up Pedro’s back, trying to be as gentle as possible. “You okay?” You asked quietly, listening intently to how he was breathing beneath you.

“M’good…” He moaned, trying to look back at you but gasping as his movement sent a whole new sensation through his body. “Fuck… Feels so… so weird…”

“You’re telling me…” You smirked. “Good weird or bad weird? I can pull back if you want-“

“Ah! No!” He cried as you started to retreat, his hand once again flew back to grab the one you still had on his hip. “It’s… It’s good weird… Fuck, do it again…”

You’d hardly moved an inch when he had stopped you, but you pushed forward again regardless. The noise that fell from Pedro’s lips was all the encouragement you needed to continue shallowly rocking back and forth.

After a few minutes, you could feel the tension leave Pedro’s body with each thrust you made, opening up more to the sensations he was feeling. The sound of your hips making contact with his ass, along with his ragged breaths filled your ears, but you needed more from him.

“Is-Is this okay?”

Pedro grunted in response, but that wasn’t enough confirmation for you. You pinched at his hip to get his attention. “Babe… You gotta use your words… I can’t feel anything, remember?”

His breathy laugh made you smile. “Sorry… Feels great…” He practically purred, daring to arch his back slightly and groaning as it allowed you to thrust deeper.

“I don’t get how you guys keep this up…” You grumbled, already panting at the effort you were putting in. “My knees are killing me…” You laughed, adjusting your stance so that your legs were spread wider in attempt to roll your hips up into him.

The change of angle made Pedro whine, his hands scrambling to grasp at the towel, the sheets, anything he could. “Fuck me…”

His voice sounded wrecked.

“Yeah?” You grunted, your stomach twisting as you could feel your own arousal burning.

“Yeah!” He nodded dumbly, “Fuck, yeah… Right there…” He whined, and you made sure to continue rocking yourself into that spot, relishing in the amount of pleasure you were drawing out of him.

Pedro began to push himself backwards to meet your thrusts, moaning obscenely each time he did. “Shit, think- think I’m gunna come…”

You moaned loudly, feeling your core tingle at his words. “Want me to touch you?” You asked, conscious that this was about his desires, needing him to decide how he fell apart.

He nodded his head, his upper body slumping forward to press his face into the mattress. As if he suddenly remembered your earlier command, he breathed out a needy yes, and it was all you needed to remove your right hand from his hip, reaching around to wrap your still slick fingers around his cock. You held him firmly at the base, shivering at the sound of his gasp before you began to jerk him firmly in time with your thrusts.

It didn’t take long for Pedro to come once you’d started stroking him, his body convulsing as he spilled over your hand and the towel beneath him. You slowed your thrusts, listening to each whine that Pedro made as he twitched under your touch. You let go of his cock when you felt like the sensation was becoming too much for him, placing your hands onto the soft curve of his ass and gently withdrawing from him. He hissed as you did, feeling empty and shivery at the mixture of cool lube and warm come on his skin.

You leant forward, silicone dick now pressed against his thigh as you kissed his cheek. “Stay right there…” You whispered into his ear, slowly helping him to ease down flat on his stomach, “I’ll be right back…”

And then you were gone.

You made your way to the bathroom, loosening the straps on the harness before stepping out of it and throwing it in the sink. You washed your hands quickly, getting rid of the majority of the stickiness that coated your fingers, deciding to clean up the dildo afterwards, once you’d taken care of Pedro.

Making sure the water was warm, you held a washcloth under the tap, wringing it out as best you could. You took it with you to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water before going back to find Pedro right where you left him, looking well and truly fucked, ass covered with come and lube.

He felt the mattress dip as you climbed on next to him, placing the water on the bedside table. He eyed it lazily, tongue poking out to lick his lips, suddenly realising how dry his mouth was. He went to move but you placed a firm hand on the small of his back as you shushed him. “Stay still… I’m gunna clean you up…”

Pedro grinned and let his eyes shut again as he sighed contentedly, allowing himself to relax into the feeling of you wiping the washcloth over his sensitive skin. He shivered as you moved it gently between his cheeks, giggling to himself at the sensation. “Tickles…” He mumbled, and you smiled when you looked back up the bed at him. You patted him gently on the ass, smoothing your hand over to his hip and pushing lightly.

“Roll over. Lemme get your front.”

He did as he was told, flopping onto his back and stretching his legs languidly as you repeated the process on his stomach and groin. He had one arm behind his head, the other resting against his chest, watching your every move as he breathed softly.

Once you were done, you put the washcloth onto the towel and crawled up to brace your arms either side of Pedro’s head. “You okay?”

He nodded, the hand that was on his chest reaching up to cup your cheek. He loved how you leaned into him each time he did that.

“I’m great…” He mumbled, pulling you down so that he could kiss you, the only way he knew how to show you his gratitude. You smiled against his lips, wanting nothing more than to melt into his embrace, but Pedro had other ideas.

You squeaked as he suddenly rolled you onto your back, straddling your hips. You winced as he pressed you into the towel. “Eurgh, Pedro! Now I’m all sticky…”

“Good.” He smirked, before sitting up far enough to pick up the glass of water. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank greedily, before he returned the cup to the bedside table, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “I’m not done with you yet…”

Before you could respond, Pedro was clambering out of your lap. Confused, you propped yourself up on your elbows, before realising he was heading to your dresser, yanking open your underwear drawer. You raised an eyebrow as he fished around for a few seconds before he cried out triumphantly and returned to the bed holding the small oval toy you’d found him pondering all those months ago.

What once embarrassed you now made you tense with anticipation. He looked almost shy as he presented the Womanizer to you, eyes pleading. “Please… Show me how it works?”

He knew you could never refuse him when he looked at you like that.

You took the toy from him, and he smiled instantly, leaning down to kiss you before shuffling down to place eager hands on your hips, fingers hooking under the waistband of your underwear. You lifted up for him, and he slide them down your thighs and off your legs, throwing them aside. He spent a few seconds smoothing his hands against the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs as you placed your feet flat against the mattress. It seemed to pain him to drag his eyes away from your slick cunt to look at you expectantly.

You let out a shaky breath under his scrutinisation, suddenly feeling vulnerable at the thought of letting him watch you pleasure yourself. You pushed those thoughts to the side though when he smiled gently and placed a kiss to your knee cap.

“This,” You breathed holding the toy up so he could see it, “Is a clitoral stimulator.”

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and you moaned softly.

“It… It basically feels like someone eating you out. But way more intense…” You continued, slowly moving your free hand down to touch yourself, sighing at how wet you were, before you gently spread your labia. Pedro watched with eager eyes as you brought the toy down to your clit, enveloping it with the stimulation head, and then you pushed the button.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the familiar sensation of waves began to pulse through your body, and it wasn’t long before you pressed the button once more. Pedro heard the soft hum increase as you activated what he assumed was your preferred setting, and then you were moaning and drawing your legs closer to your body. He was entranced, watching you writhe against the tiny object, amazed that such an strong feeling could come from it. He watched as your cunt clenched around nothing, cock twitching at the sight.

No. Too soon.

He settled between your legs, and you cried out as he ran his fingertips up and down the backs of your thighs, fingernails lightly skirting over your skin. It sent shivers up your spine which combined with the full body tingles from the toy deliciously.

“Pedro…” You moaned, beginning to fall apart already. He just hummed in response. You didn’t notice as he raised his right hand to his mouth, placed his middle and ring finger between his lips and sucked lewdly.

Your eyes snapped open, however, when he gently slid them inside of you. “Ah! P-Pedro!” You gasped. You’d never paired the toy with vaginal penetration before, the sensations from the suction on your clit overwhelming enough on its own. When he hooked his fingers slightly, you whimpered, head thrashing back against the pillow. “Fuck, Pedro! It’s- It’s too much…”

He shushed you, kissing the inside of your quivering thigh as he began to thrust his fingers shallowly. Arching your back, you gasped out ragged breaths. Your face was screwed up as you sobbed loudly.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” He mumbled, deep in his chest.

“Fu-uck!” You whined, knowing you sounded petulant but not caring. “I’m trying!”

Even though you couldn’t see him, you felt him smirk, moving his fingers faster as your hips canted to chase both sensations.

“Shit, shit, shit! Pedro!” You cried, suddenly feeling the pressure build in your core, and you gasped in shock as you began to realise what was happening. You tried to pull the toy away from your clit in time, but you couldn’t stop the steady stream of liquid pushing out of your cunt and down Pedro’s fingers, soaking the towel beneath you.

“Jesus Christ…” You heard him groan, and you scrabbled to push yourself away from his relentless hands, gasping in lungfuls of air as you stared down at him with wide eyes.

“I… I can’t… Shit, that’s never… I’m so sorry…” You were spiralling, face red as you clamped your legs shut and tried to hide the evidence, gathering the towel up and swearing again when you realised your come had soaked through to the bedding. “Fuck!”

Pedro took the towel from you, throwing it to the floor before his hands were on your shoulders. You shuddered at the slick he smeared on you from his right hand before he gathered you against his chest.

“Shhh… It’s okay!” He whispered, pressing kisses to the top of your head as you tried to bury into his skin, wanting to hide your face from him. “Don’t be embarrassed…”

You groaned, trying to calm your breathing as Pedro ran a hand up and down your back. “You must think I’m such a pervert…”

Pedro smiled against your hair, “No…” He kissed your forehead. “I think you’re hot…”

He laughed as you whimpered against his skin, “I could die…”

“Please don’t.” He mumbled, smirking. “Cause I wanna try all of that again.”

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