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thedirtygridd · 1 year

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PRE-SEASON TRAINING TURNS DIRTY WITH CARLANDO AND YOURSELF.

WARNINGS - 18+, strong sexual content. Lots of sweat.

Summary - You’re just gonna want to start reading when I say it has a LOT of sweaty Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris involved.

There he was. The man of your dreams. Running around the track, you noticed his sweat glistening off his olive skin. The sight of him made your mouth water. You wanted to feel every indentation of his muscles. You wanted to feel his sweat on your skin. You wanted to taste him.

He finished running around the athletic track. The small stadium was empty, and only Carlos, Lando and yourself were there. They had hired it out for the evening, for their pre season workout training.

Carlos had just finished doing 5K around the track, while lando was setting up to do some boxing training.

“Come over here and box with me carlos!” Lando shouted

You sat on the sidelines and watched, still admiring the view of the sweaty Spanish hunk.

You craved him.

They began boxing with each other. You heard landos boxing glove slap on the chest and Abs of Carlos. The sound almost sounding wet as he did it. You had never felt so jealous of a boxing glove…you wished that was you.

“Fuck it’s hot” lando complained, while stripping his own tshirt off.

You were taken by surprise at the sight of lando with no tshirt on. He was much, much musclier than you imagined. His body just as good as sainz’s. You immediately began to crave his body too.

As they boxed, you noticed their muscles tensing up - every punch exposing a different muscle in their arm, or chest.

Carlos’s abs looked incredible.

The boys both exchanged playful talk to one another.

Carlos mentioned “you’re such a pussy. Hit me harder”

Before lando added “haha! A pussy! At least I don’t actually have one”

“Oh yeah?” Carlos replied smugly before adding “then what’s this?”

His hand slid into his shorts and immediately whipped out a lengthy, girthy cock.

You stared in shock. Did Carlos really just whip out his length in front of both of us?

Lando was quick to respond. “Well look at this then”

He responded by taking out his own length.

They both glanced at one another, weighing each others cock sizes up

“I get a lot bigger when I’m hard” added lando. “I’m a grower for sure”

“That’s what they all say lando. I’m Latino. That’s Spanish for big fucking cock” replied Carlos while smirking

“Oh sure, I bet your girlfriend can’t even feel it when you’re balls deep inside her” lando responded

“Well my girlfriend is on the other side of the planet at the moment. But we could try with -“

They both stopped and turned to you. They have each other a nod of approval and then Carlos called you over.

“Hey, lando and I are just wondering, who’s bigger?” Carlos asked

You blushed. “Erm….well you’re both muscly!” You replied

Up close, Carlos looked even sweatier. You could see beads of sweat dribbling down his muscly chest and in between his abs.

“We don’t mean muscle. Although that could be another test for us” lando replied.

“Okay then how about this? We’ll both stand here and you can weigh up who is bigger and better with all parts of our body” Carlos said before adding “starting with our feet”

Carlos smirked as he pulled off his training shoes. Lando did the same.

They both stood there with their feet in front of you. At first glance they both looked as big as each other.

“You really want me to decide who has the bigger feet?” You asked

“Yeah, then we’ll do biceps and then….we’ll you’ll see” Carlos added

You took Carlos’s foot into your hand and placed it next to landos to try see the difference.

“Erm… you are both simil——“ before you could finish, Carlos started moving

“Fuck this …. Let’s play instead” he said

He pushed you onto the floor and immediately placed his foot onto your face. You didn’t know what to do. What was going on?

He smothered his sweaty, masculine foot all over your face. The smell almost hypnotic. He rubbed it all over you, while lando pulled down your dress and began licking you out.

What on earth was going on

“Suck them” Carlos replied. “There’s nothing better after a long workout”

You took his big feet with a hand and began licking them. You took his toes into your mouth when you realised you were actually enjoying it. The taste of his sweat, the smell of his scent. The feeling of his toes in your mouth , as lando licked you out.

It was disgusting. But because of that…it was deliciously sexy.

“Oh fuck yeah you enjoy that do you dirty girl?” Carlos asked as he continued to flex his toes In Your mouth.

“Here…taste these now” Carlos added

He leant down over you and placed his sweaty , hairy armpit in your mouth. His scent was overpowering. You felt your juices pour out of you as you took in his scent. You came all over landos pretty face, but he continued to lick you out while you worshipped the Spanish hunk.

Your face now a combination of sweaty feet and sweaty armpits. You had never ever experienced anything like this before.

“My turn now lando” Carlos shouted, while pulling lando away from you. Carlos was quick to get into position, laying down on top of you, allowing you to wrap your arms around him.

He slid his hard, throbbing cock inside your tight hole. He fucked you relentlessly.

You had never been treated so badly by a guy before (but in a sexy way). You felt dominated and you loved it. Your hands gripped onto his sweaty back as he fucked you.

In the meantime, just as you caught your breath. Lando slid his just as hard cock inside your ass. Both guys now fucking both of your holes.

You were completely filled up with rock hard meat.

It didn’t take long before you heard them both moan “we’re gonna cum”

And then just like that you felt a warm, gooey fluid shoot inside both your holes simultaneously. You noticed how hard Carlos’ abs became as he tensed while filling you up.

They both pulled out of you slowly. You felt the warm liquid ooze out as they retreated.

They both sat down beside you, out of breathe. The scene of Carlos’ sweat still on your face. A smell like nothing else.

“Fuck. Let’s do that again” Carlos said while getting back up on top of you.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #pierre gasly #pierre gasly smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #lando norris #lando norris smut #george russell #formula one #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x you #lando norris imagine #lando x reader

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bluravenite · 1 month

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Here's a really dumb doodle crossover I made for no reason lol

I might post more ghoul art /personal art eventually, I am growing a bit more comfortable with it again!

I still gotta get over the fact that validation ≠ worth!!

Tshirt translations ↓ read more

Warning ⚠️ bad words in Spanish lmao

Swiss (blue): "me pica el culo" my ass itches 💀

Blitz (pink): "chupame el pito" suck my ween 💀💀

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jctshirtsandmore · 6 months

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#tshirts #spanish tshirts #spanish teacher #gracias #thanksgiving gift #thanks #Spanish Thanksgiving #boricua #buynow

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loserdiaz · 6 months

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au where eddie accidentally becomes a tiktok star thanks to chris or buck

OHOHOHOH I LOVE THIS ONE OKAY

so I think that eddie would go viral bc of chris. it's a school trip thingy to the station and maybe eddie is showing them how to fold and store away the firehoses and maybe buck and chim challenged him to do it under forty seconds or something like that.

eddie is on his official LAFD tshirt with short sleeves, showing off his muscles and all and maybe he's also a little sweaty, with a few hairstrands falling over his forehead and sticking to his temples.

one of chris' classmates tells him to post the video on tik tok and it gains more and more traction until it goes viral.

chris is like... well now i have to post other video. it's just right. AND OH maybe he secretly films eddie while he's watching one of his telenovelas. and he's all worked out and cursing in spanish like: "NO, NO VAYAS CON EL HERMANO PENDEJA." etc etc. and now ppl are like OH THE HOT FIREFIGHTER CAN SPEAK SPANISH.

the next video chris posts it's of buck and eddie fighting in the kitchen like a married couple over some half baked cpookies and with flour all over the place- ppl demand to know more when chris says in the comments they're just friends. it becomes a big thing and when buck inevitably finds out, he's all blushy and nervous.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

#jesuisici33 #ask games #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #911 abc #911 on abc

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coallise · 26 days

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Happy life in heaven

This is part of one au that @seramilla /@contrivedchaos birthed from the ask box. Carmilla and her daughters are happy winners in heaven. Vaggie got hurt bad and needs physical therapy and maybe a mother and sisters.

Emily focused in on Carmilla and rushed over, a bounce in her step.

“‘Milla!” Emily cheered before hugging the angel's side.

Carmilla stood tall amongst the other winners, black and white hair pulled into a bun wearing a black off the shoulder top and white leggings and black pointe shoes. She gave Emily a one armed hug and kissed her head.

“Hola, nina, what do you need,” Carmilla asked. With her were her two daughters Odette and Clara. Odette wore a white button up over her leggings and long sleeved top. Clara had a red crop top and cargo pants over her leggings.

“Ok, so one of heaven defenders got really hurt. She needs physical therapy and I was hoping you could teach her how to dance. She's getting so depressed doing the normal physical therapy exercises and,” Emily started to ramble.

“Have her met us at the dance studio at three. We're there every weekday. Do you know what she should wear or?” Carmilla asked, already pulling out the list for the required clothes.

“I got it! Thank you so much! I'll let her know,” Emily gave her one more squeeze before flying off.

At 2:30 Vaggie was looking at the door of the dance studio. She didn't know why she agreed to take the dance lessons, she could barely walk without a cane, therapy has gotten her nowhere but Emily's puppy dog eyes made her melt.

She took a deep breath and hobbled in on her cane. The inside was warm, old worn wood floors, walls with dents from various posters and decorations being posted and taken off.

“Oh hey! You must be Vaggie,” Clara bounced up to her, “I'm Clara, come on, I'll show you the studio.”

Clara took her hand and brought her to the elevator. It was worn down and had a gate as a door.

“I never seen a place this worn down in heaven before,” Vaggie mentioned as the elevator went up and she saw the old bricks of the shaft.

“Well, it's designed after the studio we started dancing at when we were alive. When mama mentioned wanting to give lessons, the studio took to the appearance of our memories of this studio,” Clara explained. The elevator shifted before stopping. Clara dragged her again to the studio room.

It was well kept and clean but worn down like the rest. The shine had been buffed off the bars that lined the room and some mirrors had been discolored. Off to the side was Odette and Carmilla stretching.

“Mama! Vaggie's here!” Clara called.

“Can you bring her to the benches, mija, I'm going grab her shoes,” Carmilla went to the far end and pick up a box while Clara sat Vaggie down on the work bench. She traced the grain and words that had been carved in it.

“Ok, chiquita, this is how you tie ballet flats, you cross them here,” Carmilla started as she started to tie the shoes.

“Si habla Espanol, “ Vaggie pointed out.

“¿Quieres que hablemos español durante la lección?” Carmilla asked as she helped Vaggie to her feet and led her to the bar where her daughters were stretching.

“No, we can continue in English,” Vaggie didn't want to mention her Spanish had gotten rusty over the years.

“Fair, now let's start with stretching, try and touch your toes,” Carmilla instructed. She led Vaggie threw the stretches and the basics before it was time for dinner and the end of the lesson.

“Adios, Vaggie,” Carmilla said. Her heart tugged in the direction Vaggie was walking, an unspoken invite to dinner on her lips.

Each day for a week went similar, Vaggie could walk by herself for a good hour now, which made her happy.

“Chiquita,” Carmilla said as she held the sleeve of the tshirt Vaggie was wearing. It had bad sweat stains on it.

“It's hard doing laundry by myself. I'll wash it soon, I promise,” Vaggie blushed and turned away.

“Shouldn't you have someone helping you?” Carmilla's grip tightened. Clara and Odette started to pack their stuff despite being the beginning of practice.

“Well, a guy comes every day but, I can do fine on my own,” Vaggie tried. She stumbled when Carmilla yanked the shirt and started to drag her to the elevator. “Where are we going?”

“Your place,” Carmilla's clipped her words. Vaggie understood that there was no room for argument with that tone. Vaggie hung her head in shame when they arrived. Trash bags were full of takeout containers too heavy for her to put in the trashcan, clothes in a pile by her bed, some lightbulbs had burned out.

Carmilla twitched.

“Mama, we got the kitchen,” Clara supplied.

“It's -” Vaggie was about to protest but the look Carmilla sent her made her shut up. The three started to work on cleaning the small apartment, Carmilla had the clothes in a bag over her shoulder.

“We can wash these at our house, someone needs a shower,” Carmilla ordered. Vaggie opened her mouth to protest but ended up nodding.

“Do you have a shower seat?” She ended up asking.

“Of course, mij- chiquita,” Carmilla coughed at her slipup. No one mentioned it.

Carmilla's house was bright and airy with a large outdoor garden in the middle. Vaggie had to admit the shower felt amazing and being in clean pajamas was so nice.

When she was done, Vaggie went to the kitchen where Carmilla and Clara were starting dinner.

“Chiquita, think you can set the table?” Carmilla asked.

“Plates and silverware are in the cabinet,” Clara pointed to an antique cabinet where plates were on display. Vaggie easily set the table and Odette came in to say the clothes were in the wash.

“You stained some stuff bad, I used half the bottle of pretreat and I'm not sure if it got it all out,” Odette said.

“Oh well, we'll just get her new clothes to replace them,” Carmilla put a large bowl of chili on the table as Clara put some arepas down. They waited till everything was set and Carmilla took her first plate before they got there's. Every time Vaggie turned away, her plate was refilled. She knew better to leave any on her plate and tried fighting off the three sets of hands determined to put more on her plate.

“I'm full, para! I'm full!” Vaggie yelled, turning her plate over.

“Too full for churros?” Carmilla asked. Vaggie paused, it was a trap and she knew it. They weren't done, desert wouldn't be brought out yet, but if she said yes then she wouldn't get churros, if she said no then they'll put more food on her plate.

“The food needs to settle,” Vaggie tried. It seemed like the right answer as they backed off. After awhile, the churros were brought out and they ate them while watching the TV. Vaggie didn't know when she fell asleep but when she woke up, she was in a bed with a quilt, the morning sun shining threw the window and the smell of pancakes in the air.

“Mijas! Breakfast!” Carmilla's voice rang threw the house. Vaggie groaned as she got up and put on a random outfit. It was a red blouse with a knee length skirt she didn't remember owning.

“Can chiquitas have breakfast too or is it only for mijas?” Vaggie joked when she came in, neither daughter was there yet.

“I think I have enough pancakes for a chiquita,” Carmilla rubbed Vaggie's head. She hesitated a moment before kissing it, “thou you might be able to take their portions soon.”

Carmilla waited a moment before sighing, “Clara! Odette! Breakfast!”

Vaggie flinched and she heard two sets of feet run over.

“We're here, mama!” Clara said, she was putting on her shirt, hair undone. Odette held up her pants with one hand, toothbrush in her mouth.

“Finally, and here I was starting to think we were going to have to eat this ourselves,” Carmilla smiled as they all sat down.

Vaggie tried to go home but each day for months she found herself eating at their table, sleeping in their bed and battling the two for their shower.

“Mama! Look! I finally did it!” Vaggie called over. She could finally do a standing split.

Clara and Odette had their jaws on the floor as Carmilla got tears in her eyes.

“Perfecto, eso es Perfecto,” Carmilla paused before smiling, “mija.”

Vaggie suddenly realized she called Carmilla mama and tried to take it back but that was hard when she was pulled into a backbreaking hug.

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #clara carmine #hazbin carmilla #hazbin clara #hazbin vaggie #hazbin odette #odette carmine #vaggie carmine

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that-sarcastic-writer · 2 years

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My Wife, My Home (Javier Peña)

Pairing: Javier Peña X Wife!Reader

Summary: after leaving Cali, Javi wanted to settle down, he wanted a home, and a morning with his wife makes him feel right at home.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it kids, be safe) oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, soft dom!Javi, bit of choking, housewife kink, established married relationship (assume bc in involved), cursing duh

I also think this goes without saying but reader is Hispanic here, feels more accurate

WC: 3.1k

A/N: not me writing javi shit like my life depended on it, if only I did my school work this quick. Yeah so I'm not even gonna lie, this was the product of me being horny while watching narcos. It is currently 3am on a school night and I'm out here writing smut. So I really fucking hope it's worth it. Enjoy the sin you filthy bitches

Ps: theres a high chance I might make most of the readers from my upcoming Javi fics Hispanic/spanish speaking, it just makes more sense to me since A) he lived in Colombia for a decade and B) hes from a predominantly Hispanic city in Texas, it must feel more accurate. Also I want to give myself representation in fics. But that's about as far as I'll go with specifications, it shouldn't be too disruptive. Reader will just know Spanish so.

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Home. It had always been a foreign concept to Javier. He never really pictured himself settling down, and god knows he tried. It didn't quite work out, and for the better part of a decade he was down in Colombia basically asking for a bullet every day. The last thing he ever expected was to get married, leave said country and settle down. But he did, he fell in love like a fucking idiot and once his assignment in Cali was done, he asked for an immediate transfer back home. He was done with the bullets, death and blood, he wanted peace. And for once in over a decade, he actually felt at peace and like he belonged somewhere. With someone.

It was extremely rare for Javier to sleep on most days, even if he no longer had to wake up to the sound of gunshots, or to a call to the office, or get no sleep altogether, so many years of the same can create new, hard to break habits. His time in Colombia had turned him into an extremely light sleeper. This morning was the extremely rare instance where he slept through the night and most of the morning. He blamed you for being so goddamn irresistible he couldn't keep his hands off you last night. If it hadn't been for the fact that the sun had illuminated pretty much the entire room and your side of the bed was cold and empty, he probably would've easily slept all morning. But alas, the lack of your warm body next to his was often the only reason he got up most mornings. If you weren't in bed he couldn't sleep. It was that simple.

After a long while of tossing and turning, Javier peeled one eye open, adjusting to the sudden exposure of light before he turned on his back and opened both eyes fully. He blinked a couple of times as he patted the spot next to him, just for good measure, and you weren't in fact in bed. He yawned softly as he sat up. He didn't hear running water so you probably weren't in the bathroom. He thought for a second and half smiled, knowing where you were.

He could already hear the faint sound of your voice and quiet music playing as he headed downstairs. And fuck did he loved the sight in front of him. His perfect fucking wife, barefoot and wearing one of his too-big tshirts as you stood in the kitchen, hips swaying softly along to the music on the radio. He stood there, simply admiring the sight in front of him for a good minute. He didn't know exactly what you were making, but he just knew that whatever it was, it smelled fucking amazing, and you looked good doing it too. Something about seeing you just so comfortable, like you were in your element, it made him completely lose his mind. He liked to think of himself as progressive, he knew perfectly that you were capable of working and he would support you if you did, but he loved the idea of you, turning the house he bought you into the home he so desperately wanted. It gave him something good, something fucking amazing and something that he thought long ago he was no longer deserving of. His perfect wife ran the perfect home, while he did everything else, it worked. And he could only imagine how much more perfect it would be the day you have kids filling your home. But that was a talk for another day. For now, he just wanted his wife.

Javier eventually stopped creepily stalking and actually approached you. Your back was turned to him so he took that chance to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, he leaned down and whispered, "Buenos días dulzura."

"Ay carajo," you cursed, jumping a bit startled. You were a bit too engulfed in both the music and making breakfast, so much that you didn't hear Javier come down. You eventually smiled, giggling softly. "You scared me, pendejo."

"Jeez that mouth," Javier laughed and clicked his tongue in disapproval, he would note that for later. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him, resuming your task of whisking some eggs in a bowl. Without saying much, he tucked his face into your neck as he pulled you flat against his chest, happily taking in your scent. And this, the familiar warmth of your body against his, your scent mixed with his, this was exactly what home felt like. "What are you making cariño?"

"Scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes." You responded with a soft hum, giggling when you felt his lips tickle your neck. "There's fresh coffee too, if you want some." All you heard was a stifled hum because he was already making work of kissing your neck, his tongue sticking out to trace over your skin. You gasped quietly, the sound turning into a giggle as you tilted your head to give Javier more room, and that was the invitation he needed to press you flush against the counter with a sudden force that made you have to brace yourself. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the image of his pretty wife, in his clothes, in his kitchen making him breakfast on a Sunday morning. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that he simply couldn't keep his hands off you. The hell did it matter, he just wanted you, that's all that mattered, right?

"Javi," you gasped with a small chuckle and you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt one of his hands travel down your stomach until his hand slipped into your panties. You had to set down the whisk and set the bowl aside to compose yourself, "mi cielo I'm— fuck— I'm trying to make you — fuck Javi— make you breakfast."

"No I know," you could just hear the smugness in his voice, and you just knew he was smirking even though you couldn't see it. He pulled his hand out of your panties and spun you around, his lips came crashing against yours as soon as you were facing him. He gripped your jaw as he slipped in his tongue, taking your breath away for a few seconds before he pulled away to look at you. When he met your eye, the sight of you already desperate and panting made his skin burn with a mixture of lust and love. "But I want you more."

At this point you didn't even have to say anything, the sight of you, flushed and breathless was enough. You simply nodded. Once Javier made sure nothing was on the stove, he crouched down, grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted you up with ease. His lips were back on yours as he walked a couple feet to the kitchen island and he set down on it. The cold surface against your bare thighs made you hiss, but you quickly forgot about the discomfort once you saw him drop to his knees in front of you, brown eyes staring up at you hungrily as he placed both of his palms flat on your thighs.

"C'mon baby, open," he muttered as he pressed his lips to your inner thigh and positioned himself between your thighs, his broad shoulders inevitably prying them open. He tore your panties off so quickly you thought he ripped them, but then again you didn't care, he'd buy you a new pair. You heard him mutter a quiet 'fuck' before he leaned foward and licked a long stripe over your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your lips parted open as a small gasp slipped from your lips, your thighs already starting to shake and your heart to race.

Javier caught a quick glance of you, already so desperate and eager for him to ruin you, to have his mouth on you until you were shaking. That was exactly what he wanted. There was a small smirk on his lips as he gripped your thighs and brought them over his shoulders so he could bring you closer. And that he did. He closed his lips around your clit and swirled his tongue in circles, lavishing the nerve with attention. You actually cried out this time and one of your hands flew to his hair while the other somewhat balanced you up.

"Javi, Javi, Javi." You said his name like a quiet praise as he licked through your folds, sucked your clit and slipped his tongue inside you, working his tongue like that was the only thing he had to do in life, like this was his mission. You legs trembled around his head and your hips involuntarily lifted off the counter, but Javier slipped an arm over your stomach.

"Stay still dulzura," he muttered as he held you down and two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside you. You nearly slipped off the counter then. Javier curled his fingers just as he applied the slightest bit of pressure on your lower abdomen with his hand, almost as if to give you a warning. "What did I just say cariño? Be a good girl and stay still."

You gasped when his tongue circled around your clit again as his fingers worked inside you, but you managed to stay still, only your thighs trembling as you gave up on your balance and laid with your back flat on the counter.

"That's it baby. Good girl." He hummed, feeling how your walls closed around his fingers, he knew your body like his own, he knew you were so close. He added a third finger, successfully stretching you enough to have you screaming. "You're so close aren't you dulzura? Come on, come for me."

He didn't even have to say it, the second he added that third finger it became too much, too sensitive and you felt everything all at once. It was all so much and you loved it.

The taste of your release coated his tongue and the sounds of your moans sent him on overdrive. He wanted to feel you, not just like this, no he needed to feel you squeeze him as came around him. He fucking needed it.

He gave you a minute, he ran his tongue over your clit slowly, fingers still inside you until you were clasping his head with your thighs and you were pulling at his hair. Only then he pulled away. He left a hot kiss on your inner thigh before he stood up. You gasped softly when his fingers left you, but you were ready for something even better to replace them.

Your legs were dangling off the counter and you were staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. Out of your blurry vision you saw your husband tower over you. You hadn't really taken the time to look at him this morning. His brown hair was tousled from both sleep and your fingers, his face was flushed red and his jaw had small dark patches of hair growing, guess he didn't shave this morning. It was such a gorgeous fucking sight.

"Tired already dulzura?" He teased, helping you sit up, "we can sto—"

"Absolutely fucking not. I need you Javi." You begged him, making an attempt to tug his boxers down his hips. He watched you with amusement and bit his lip, nodding. There was nothing he loved more than seeing his wife so desperate and begging, begging him to fuck her. He knew damn well he was the only one who could give you exactly what you needed, he gave you just as much as you gave him, and he took pride in that.

"You look so pretty when you beg," he pressed a wet and sloppy kiss to your lips before he grabbed you by your hips, pulled you off the island and turned you around, bending you over. "Mhm, I'll give you exactly what you need, dulzura, just relax for me."

He tugged his boxers off the rest of the way before he eased a hand up your spine, holding you steady with the other hand on your hip. He felt the way your shoulders relaxed and your whole body gave out basically, giving him the freedom to do as he pleased. No hesitation, no questions asked, you trusted him with your life and he loved that.

He slid inside you with ease, his fingers and tongue having worked perfectly, your walls still squeezed him so tight he rolled his eyes back and an uneven exhale left his lips as he bottomed out himself inside of you. You, on the other hand, were not so modest, an obscenely loud moan slipped past your lips, making you thank god for Javi's idea of buying a house with no neighbors too close by. It was just always so intense at first, maybe you were just hypersensitive from having a previous orgasm, but then again, Javier felt the same. He always had to control himself, remind himself to take it slow otherwise the feeling of you would become so much he would fucking lose it.

He went slow at first, taking his time with each thrust, allowing you to draw out the feeling each and every time he hit that perfect spot. You loved the feeling, but you needed more.

"Javi.." you whined softly, gripping the counter to brace yourself for what you were about to ask for, "more. I need more, please."

"Oh, my pretty girl wants more huh?" You didn't have to say anything else, Javier was a simple man, he did as his wife asked and if you wanted more he would give you more. He would give you anything you wanted. His grip on your hip tightened as he picked up his pace, going from a gentle rock of his hips to absolutely wrecking and unforgiving. He had you screaming in a matter of seconds. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you bonita?"

"Fuck Javi— feels so good," you cried out as you gripped the counter with a bruising grip, and even then your chest would still slip back and forth with each snap of his hips. Your mind was completely clouded, all you could think about was the burning feeling in your stomach.

"You're taking me so well, dulzura. So fucking well." He groaned out, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his thrusts got harsher. Judging by the way your walls were clenching around him he knew you were close to tipping over the edge, and as soon as you did he would follow, he knew that much. "So fucking perfect. You're my perfect little wife, walking around my house, wearing my fucking clothes, just begging to get fucked in my kitchen. Do you have any idea what that does to me bonita?" His thrusts only got harder and harsher with each rasped word he spoke. He also slipped his hand down your body and started rubbing quick circles on your swollen clit, adding on to your already oversensitive state.

"Oh fuck Javi. It's too much— fuck I need to—" your words got cut off by Javier pulling you up by your hair and holding you flush against his chest as he fucked you relentlessly, his quick and uneven breaths filling your ear.

"That's right dulzura, just come for me," he rasped in your ear, his hand resting on the column of your neck as he gripped your jaw and turned your face to capture your lips into a hot messy kiss. He swallowed your moans and held you as you trembled, your legs giving out as a blinding orgasm washed over you. Javier fucked you through it, a moan of his own slipping past his lips when you walls started to squeeze him.

"Fuck baby just like that," he panted, his thrusts becoming short and sharp as he chased his own high. You let him do so, the over stimulation had you trembling and your vision became blurry with tears. The soft whimpers of his name that came out of your mouth only fueled him further. His eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head and his mouth fell open as he suddenly stopped and held you down on his cock as he spilled himself inside you, "Oh fuck. That's it, dulzura, that's it. Good girl."

You weren't sure how long you just stood there, holding each other. You could feel your combined releases begin to drip down your thigh, but you didn't give a fuck. This just felt right. This felt exactly right. You knew it, and Javier knew it. This is exactly where you were meant to be, where you felt at peace. Tangled up with each other, together. This was where Javier felt safe, but it wasn't a house in Texas, that wasn't his home. You were. Whenever you were, that's what he was meant to be. That's where his home was. He was reminded of it every time he held you like this.

Javier made the first attempt to move, he seemed to have composed himself a bit quicker than you. But then again, he had just fuck the lights out of you mere seconds ago, so it was understandable. He stepped back, exhaling sharply when he slipped out of you. Immediately, juices dripped down your thighs and you hissed softly, suddenly feeling empty. He caught a quick glimpse of the mess he left between your legs and smirked softly. He was always proud of his work.

"My pretty wife," he hummed, absolutely loving the love sick fucked out look on your face. He adored the look in your eyes every time you looked at him. You always had this loving look in your eyes. He always said you were perfect, that you were the perfect wife, and to you, he was that. He was the perfect husband. He ran a hand over your face and gently brushed your hair back, a gentle and sweet gesture completely opposing his more animalistic and harsh thrusts from before. He exhaled sharply as he pressed a slower and sweeter kiss to your lips. "So perfect. You were made for me, verdad que sí dulzura? I love you so much."

"I love you too, Javi." You cupped his jaw, noting how flushed his face and chest were. You wouldn't be surprised if you looked even more fucked out than he did though.

"C'mon dulzura, let's get you cleaned up." He grabbed your hand and started to pull you away when you looked at him suspiciously.

"Am I going to shower alone?"

"No," he scoffed like the question offended him and continued to drag you, a small grin tugging at his lips, "we're just gonna do this all over again."

The fucked out smile that fell on your lips only reminded him how right he was.

Javier Peña, this is your home.

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