Gift Fic: Looks Like The Day Will Have Sex With A Hint Of Suds
Looks Like The Day Will Have Sex With A Hint Of Suds
Pairing: Gabe/Reader
Prompt: Where?
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Gabe had a libido.
You generally didn’t mind, because he was Gabe after all, but he could ask for some things that makes you go ‘what?’.
There was the time Gabe tried to convince you to have sex in the cinema when you two were watching a movie. Or have sex on a tire swing.
You always ended up saying ‘yes’ to them all.
But this, this, honestly surprised you to no end.
“The shower?” you repeat, looking up to stare into those dark eyes of his. You cuddle closer to his naked body, laying your head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. “As in…while we take a shower together, and you fuck me? That ‘shower thing’?”
Gabe looks at you with those wide eyes and you feel kind of bad for being sceptical but you can’t help it. After the Picnic Table Incident, you don’t want another opportunity to flash your tits to the world.
“It’s always been a fantasy of mine,” he explains to you, his fingers absent-mindedly tracing the wet lips of your pussy, making you arch your back and purr a bit. You’re still basking in the afterglow of sex and this wasn’t helping.
“Pretty tame,” you say with your voice breathy and heavy as you buck your hips to get his fingers to enter you. “Especially since you’re the same guy that wanted to have sex on a tire swing.”
“I can be simple,” he said. You moan again as you feel his fingers brush against your clit. He smirks, pressing hard enough to let the tip of his fingers enter just enough to tease you. “Like regular sex but with water and we’re standing for the entire thing. Please? Just a quick fuck and we’re done. Please? Can we try?”
Bastard, he knows you’ll give in when he’s fingering you and why wouldn’t you? He was really good at it, with the way he would insert one finger at a time and tease you with just that. Like what he was doing now.
One of his fingers is moving in and out, twisting and hooking just to add some extra persuasion into this. The rest stroking or pressing hard to remind you there’s more where this was coming from.
It was working. Bastard.
“If I do,” you gasp, moaning out loud as you feel his tongue flick and nibble on your nipple lazily, “will you promise me that you’ll stop fucking teasing me now?”
“All that and more,” he promised to you, adding another finger and making your body jump deliciously.
“Alright, alright,” you hiss, pressing closer to him and you let your hand travel down, wrapping around his semi-hard cock. “Just finish me, please.”
He promises and delivers so much more.
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It has been almost a month since that incident and you two haven’t done it yet. You two had sex on the bed, the floor and on the table but never in the shower. You would ask and he would change the topic about it, as if he had no idea what you were talking about.
Now, Gabe was back on the road, touring city to city spreading his message of the intergalactic Cobra (and, no, you won’t give your opinion on whether or not you believe in the Cobra).
You talk to him daily and have great phone sex with him, as in amazing phone sex; you couldn’t help but feel curious if he’ll finally do it with you there. Any attempts to talk to him about leaves you with vague answers that left you frustrated and seductive teasing that left you in bed for the next hour.
Right now, you’re reading a book in the living room when your cellphone blasts out ‘Kiss My Sass’. You frown at the cellphone, wondering why Gabe was calling you at 11:34 at night.
“Hello?”
“Heeeeeeey bebé,” he crooned into the phone, hiccupping after that. “Juuust wanted toooo say hi! Hi! Haha, I’m funny.”
“Yes you are,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully. “Anything else you want to say Gabey Baby?”
“Yooou here, naaaaakeeed.” The sound of trashy techno-pop can be heard form the background, indicating that he was in a club. Well, that explains a lot. “Buut seriousllly…I…I…wow shit…wait…fuck yeah Viiicky, I c-can manage.”
“Gabe?”
“Oh right! Beeeeter starting paaacking…shit. Whoa!” There was a small little scuffle of something hitting something, someone else talking and the sound of shuffling feet. “Thanks Ryyyyland. Hey! That’s my-“
“Sorry about that,” Ryland says, his voice cool and calm to your ears. A sharp contrast to Gabe’s drunk speech earlier. “He had one too many before he had the guts to call you and ask if you’re willing to travel with us while we toured.”
“Go to Canada?” you say, “Land of maple syrup and beaver jokes? Why wouldn’t I be willing to go? Eh?”
“Gabe was worried you wouldn’t want to come because of an incident…”
Oh yeah. The time he got drunk and challenged someone he thought was ‘eye-raping’ you to a joust for your honour.
“It’ll be fine Ryland. I’m taking that Gabe will personally pick me up?” You’re already standing up and going over to the bedroom, wanting to pack things quickly.
He confirms your question and you can’t help but smile at the thought of Gabe waiting for you. If he wanted to be a gentleman, he would be one. “I can be there soon,” you assure him, “but why suddenly now?”
“I have no idea and Gabe won’t talk right now,” he answers. “Which is odd considering that he answers any question you ask him if he’s drunk. I remember the time I found out about you and Gabe having sex in the tire sw-“
“Bye to you too Ryland,” you say hurriedly before snapping the phone shut. God, no one is going to live that down.
Better get packing, at least. Now, the real question that needs to be asked:
To bring extra condoms or to not bring extra condoms?
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Hopping off the bus and officially touching Canadian soil, you can’t help but feel like general shit.
You’ve been on a bus for hours and been forced to sit next to a self-important hipster who went on an hours worth rant against your boyfriend’s band when he saw who you are. He also had no problem complaining about how unattractive you are and how it was no surprise Gabe chose you since you’re so desperate to be with anyone.
This has been said again and again to you and it never ceases its’ amazing ability to piss you off. It took all your strength to not hit him or give him the mastered Wentz glare.
You’re now washing your face in the women’s washroom, feeling tired and exhausted and just plain old cranky.
Staring at the reflection for a few minutes, you make yourself put on a smile to greet Gabe when you see him. There’s no need to be spread your sour attitude now, is there?
You walk out of the restroom to see Gabe there, waiting for you wearing his trademark purple hoodie. Calling out to him, you jog over to give him a big, happy happy hug of happiness.
“Is there something wrong?” Gabe asks when you walk up to him. Oh, damn it. “What’s wrong baby?”
“Just some punkass messing with me during the bus ride,” you say quickly, not wanting this to be some sort of international scandal. “That’s all.”
You see Gabe’s eyes harden, looking pissed and you wish that you kept your mouth shut. “It’s nothing Gabe, please don’t-“
“Nothing serious?” he hissed, towering over you in indignation of the thought of someone harassing you. “No way in hell would I let anyone mess with my bebé. Just point to me who the fucker was and, I swear, I’ll hand his pussy ass to him.”
While an angry and overprotective Gabe was a turn on for you, a large public fight wasn’t.
“Gabe don’t. Forget about him, please. Let’s go back to the hotel and do something you want to do,” you beg, touching his arm and pressing yourself close to his body to make him pay attention to you. He does, looking at you with some passion coming into his eyes at the sight of you even if you were in a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt with your hair in a tangled mess.
He slides his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as his other hands lifts your chin up so he can kiss you on the lips. “Anything?” he whispers in your ear.
“Anything,” you promise him. Smiling at him seductively and letting your hand trail down his chest and at the hem of his jeans. You gave it a playful tug and that sealed the deal with him.
Without any warning, he suddenly pulls you up in his arms with a primal roar made just to embarrass you as the two of you leave the station in a hurry.
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The hotel Cobra Starship was staying at was nice. The room Gabe had to himself was even nicer. The room was tastefully decorated, all of the furniture dressed in warm and friendly colours for the guests. The bed is the best in your opinion, since it was soft and bouncy judging from the way it cushioned you when Gabe unceremoniously dropped you on it as he did the fastest strip in history.
“Someone is an eager bunny,” you note as he gets on the bed, crawling on top of you as he takes (fine, rips) your clothes off and kisses any available patch of skin his lips could reach. Feet. Legs. Stomach. Chest. Neck.
“I haven’t seen you in a fucking month,” he growls to you, sucking on your neck as he grinds his hips against yours, making delicious friction. “Jerking off can only take you so far.”
He kneads your breasts and while he does that, you knead his ass and grind your hips back, moaning in pleasure as you feel his dick harden and your pussy wetter.
“Oh shit, Gabe,” you whimper, feeling his lips and tongue dip in between your vests, his hands squeezing and groping every inch of skin he could find. “This feels so nice…fuck…”
He just smiles in reply as he pulls his hand back to rub your clit and teasingly slide a finger inside of your aching pussy now. You toss your head, giving out a grunt of approval from his actions and decide to do the same. You reach for his throbbing length, your cool hand wrapping around the hot flesh as you move your hand up and down. The hiss from his mouth was approval.
You keep this up for a few minutes and your body, along with Gabe’s, is covered in a fine sheet of sweat when you just realized something about this.
“I thought you wanted to do this in the shower?” you ask him.
“A little foreplay doesn’t hurt anyone,” he simply answers, putting three fingers in now, a total of four fingers inside you, and twists them inside you. You gasp your eyes wide in shock.
“This is little foreplay for you? I hate to see full blown.”
Gabe says nothing and just pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips and you suck on the fingers without any hesitation as you continue to stroke him up and down. He admires the little show you’re given to him and decides it is time.
“Come on now,” he says, gesturing to the bathroom now while helping you up since your legs feel a little bit light from your little session.
Getting in, you two step into the shower, slide the glass door shut and Gabe turns on the water before the two of you really go at it.
As the hot waters hits both of your bodies, you go at each other.
Mouths smashing over mouths and hands rubbing, groping and touching any part of the other and bodies rubbing each other like animals in heat.
“God, I miss being in your body,” he hisses in your ear, pushing you against the glass door and lining himself now. “I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out like this for a long, long time baby. But I wanted the right moment.”
Feeling bold, and desperately horny, you grind up against him and moan like a good, horny slut. “Is this the right moment?”
“Fuck yeah,” he says before thrusting himself, balls deep, in you with one motion. You cry out, pressing against the glass door in surprise.
“Gabe!” He pulls almost all of himself out, except his throbbing head, before thrusting back in and repeating this.
Your body smacks against the glass from the hard, powerful thrusts, pleasure running up and down your spine. Making your toes curl and your vision fill with stars. The grip he has on your hips is painful but also pleasant, reminding you that these sensations were actually coming from a human being.
His lips touch your neck and he bites down, really fucking hard because he’s that lost in the passion of the moment. He licks the bite mark and growls in approval of his mark on you, his dark, dark eyes boring into yours as he fucks you hard.
The water beats down on the both of you; the steam giving off a romantic, sexual edge to the situation if that was even possible.
“Joder, ¡mierda,” he whispers in your ear. He always reverted to Spanish when he got excited. “Sí bebé, tú eres el único que podía hacer esto a mí. Te amo. Mierda.”
You thrust your hips back, making obscene wet sounds as wet, flushed skin smacked against wet, flushed skin fill the bathroom up. The only other sounds besides that was Gabe’s fervent words in Spanish and yours in English.
He takes off one of his hands to massage and pinch a nipple before tugging on it playfully; giving the breast playful slaps that matched the timing of his thrusts. “Like it?”
All you can do is nod, nothing but ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ coming out of your mouth.
He increases the pace of his thrusts after that, wanting to make sure that this was the best thing for the both of you as he caught your lips with his, sucking on your tongue as your hand reached out to run through his wet hair.
“Fuuuck, Gabe,” you cry out, “I feel like I’m going to cum.”
“Then do it, please,” he responds. “I want to feel your walls clench on my cock.” He helps out by rubbing your clit furiously, heightening your pleasure. His fingers rub it, smack it with his palm and use his whole hand to rub down hard. The pace of his fuck never wavers, hitting you again and again with perfection.
It was just too much. You scrunch up your eyes and take a deep breath before you scream out loud as you finally cum, your eyes rolling in the back of your heads as you give into the sensation as wave after wave of the said sensation rolled over your body. Your walls clench hard on the cock, covering it with your juices.
This obviously excites Gabe since he pulls you away from the shower door you’re leaning on, grabs your legs with his arms and lifts you up, leaving you impaled on his member as he moved in and out of you. You knew he was strong but fuck.
“Tome todo en, perra caliente,” he says, almost growling it out. “Tome todo en tu cuerpo ajustado. Por favor, esto se siente tan bien.”
You have no idea what it means, but it sounds dirty like everything else he’s been saying.
It wasn’t before long he cums as well, making sure to pull out and letting the spurts of his cum land on your stomach and pussy lips instead. He doesn’t yell or scream like you do when you cum but instead gives satisfied, relaxed grunts.
He’s finally done, his cock flaccid and he gently puts you on the ground, helping support you on your shaky legs. He kissed your forehead gently, stroking your hair and muttering sweet nothings in your ear.
“Thanks for trying this out with me,” he says to you as the water washed off all the fluids off the two of you.
“Thank you for having this,” was your reply. “Come on, we better finish this shower with actual cleaning.”
He grabs a bar of soap in reply, claiming duty of soaping you up. You don't complain.
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HOLY CRAP I’M DONE WITH THIS, HOLY CRAP. I’M SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER WITH THIS, I REALLY AM.
Egads.
Originally a simple request to Avianad, who has to be the most patient person in the world, it became a monster. A fanfic monster. D:
Anyways, I hoped you liked this! I apologize to poor Avi who had to wait for this. Hope it was worth the wait.
Translations:
Bebé - Baby
Joder, ¡mierda. Sí bebé, tú eres el único que podía hacer esto a mí. Te amo. Mierda - Fuck, oh shit. Yeah baby, you're the only one who could do this to me. I love you. Fuck.
Tome todo en, perra caliente. Tome todo en tu cuerpo ajustado. Por favor, esto se siente tan bien - Take it all in, you hot bitch. Take it all in your tight body. Please, this feels so good.
Google Translate! /shotshot/
Pairing: Gabe/Reader
Prompt: Where?
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Gabe had a libido.
You generally didn’t mind, because he was Gabe after all, but he could ask for some things that makes you go ‘what?’.
There was the time Gabe tried to convince you to have sex in the cinema when you two were watching a movie. Or have sex on a tire swing.
You always ended up saying ‘yes’ to them all.
But this, this, honestly surprised you to no end.
“The shower?” you repeat, looking up to stare into those dark eyes of his. You cuddle closer to his naked body, laying your head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. “As in…while we take a shower together, and you fuck me? That ‘shower thing’?”
Gabe looks at you with those wide eyes and you feel kind of bad for being sceptical but you can’t help it. After the Picnic Table Incident, you don’t want another opportunity to flash your tits to the world.
“It’s always been a fantasy of mine,” he explains to you, his fingers absent-mindedly tracing the wet lips of your pussy, making you arch your back and purr a bit. You’re still basking in the afterglow of sex and this wasn’t helping.
“Pretty tame,” you say with your voice breathy and heavy as you buck your hips to get his fingers to enter you. “Especially since you’re the same guy that wanted to have sex on a tire swing.”
“I can be simple,” he said. You moan again as you feel his fingers brush against your clit. He smirks, pressing hard enough to let the tip of his fingers enter just enough to tease you. “Like regular sex but with water and we’re standing for the entire thing. Please? Just a quick fuck and we’re done. Please? Can we try?”
Bastard, he knows you’ll give in when he’s fingering you and why wouldn’t you? He was really good at it, with the way he would insert one finger at a time and tease you with just that. Like what he was doing now.
One of his fingers is moving in and out, twisting and hooking just to add some extra persuasion into this. The rest stroking or pressing hard to remind you there’s more where this was coming from.
It was working. Bastard.
“If I do,” you gasp, moaning out loud as you feel his tongue flick and nibble on your nipple lazily, “will you promise me that you’ll stop fucking teasing me now?”
“All that and more,” he promised to you, adding another finger and making your body jump deliciously.
“Alright, alright,” you hiss, pressing closer to him and you let your hand travel down, wrapping around his semi-hard cock. “Just finish me, please.”
He promises and delivers so much more.
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It has been almost a month since that incident and you two haven’t done it yet. You two had sex on the bed, the floor and on the table but never in the shower. You would ask and he would change the topic about it, as if he had no idea what you were talking about.
Now, Gabe was back on the road, touring city to city spreading his message of the intergalactic Cobra (and, no, you won’t give your opinion on whether or not you believe in the Cobra).
You talk to him daily and have great phone sex with him, as in amazing phone sex; you couldn’t help but feel curious if he’ll finally do it with you there. Any attempts to talk to him about leaves you with vague answers that left you frustrated and seductive teasing that left you in bed for the next hour.
Right now, you’re reading a book in the living room when your cellphone blasts out ‘Kiss My Sass’. You frown at the cellphone, wondering why Gabe was calling you at 11:34 at night.
“Hello?”
“Heeeeeeey bebé,” he crooned into the phone, hiccupping after that. “Juuust wanted toooo say hi! Hi! Haha, I’m funny.”
“Yes you are,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully. “Anything else you want to say Gabey Baby?”
“Yooou here, naaaaakeeed.” The sound of trashy techno-pop can be heard form the background, indicating that he was in a club. Well, that explains a lot. “Buut seriousllly…I…I…wow shit…wait…fuck yeah Viiicky, I c-can manage.”
“Gabe?”
“Oh right! Beeeeter starting paaacking…shit. Whoa!” There was a small little scuffle of something hitting something, someone else talking and the sound of shuffling feet. “Thanks Ryyyyland. Hey! That’s my-“
“Sorry about that,” Ryland says, his voice cool and calm to your ears. A sharp contrast to Gabe’s drunk speech earlier. “He had one too many before he had the guts to call you and ask if you’re willing to travel with us while we toured.”
“Go to Canada?” you say, “Land of maple syrup and beaver jokes? Why wouldn’t I be willing to go? Eh?”
“Gabe was worried you wouldn’t want to come because of an incident…”
Oh yeah. The time he got drunk and challenged someone he thought was ‘eye-raping’ you to a joust for your honour.
“It’ll be fine Ryland. I’m taking that Gabe will personally pick me up?” You’re already standing up and going over to the bedroom, wanting to pack things quickly.
He confirms your question and you can’t help but smile at the thought of Gabe waiting for you. If he wanted to be a gentleman, he would be one. “I can be there soon,” you assure him, “but why suddenly now?”
“I have no idea and Gabe won’t talk right now,” he answers. “Which is odd considering that he answers any question you ask him if he’s drunk. I remember the time I found out about you and Gabe having sex in the tire sw-“
“Bye to you too Ryland,” you say hurriedly before snapping the phone shut. God, no one is going to live that down.
Better get packing, at least. Now, the real question that needs to be asked:
To bring extra condoms or to not bring extra condoms?
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Hopping off the bus and officially touching Canadian soil, you can’t help but feel like general shit.
You’ve been on a bus for hours and been forced to sit next to a self-important hipster who went on an hours worth rant against your boyfriend’s band when he saw who you are. He also had no problem complaining about how unattractive you are and how it was no surprise Gabe chose you since you’re so desperate to be with anyone.
This has been said again and again to you and it never ceases its’ amazing ability to piss you off. It took all your strength to not hit him or give him the mastered Wentz glare.
You’re now washing your face in the women’s washroom, feeling tired and exhausted and just plain old cranky.
Staring at the reflection for a few minutes, you make yourself put on a smile to greet Gabe when you see him. There’s no need to be spread your sour attitude now, is there?
You walk out of the restroom to see Gabe there, waiting for you wearing his trademark purple hoodie. Calling out to him, you jog over to give him a big, happy happy hug of happiness.
“Is there something wrong?” Gabe asks when you walk up to him. Oh, damn it. “What’s wrong baby?”
“Just some punkass messing with me during the bus ride,” you say quickly, not wanting this to be some sort of international scandal. “That’s all.”
You see Gabe’s eyes harden, looking pissed and you wish that you kept your mouth shut. “It’s nothing Gabe, please don’t-“
“Nothing serious?” he hissed, towering over you in indignation of the thought of someone harassing you. “No way in hell would I let anyone mess with my bebé. Just point to me who the fucker was and, I swear, I’ll hand his pussy ass to him.”
While an angry and overprotective Gabe was a turn on for you, a large public fight wasn’t.
“Gabe don’t. Forget about him, please. Let’s go back to the hotel and do something you want to do,” you beg, touching his arm and pressing yourself close to his body to make him pay attention to you. He does, looking at you with some passion coming into his eyes at the sight of you even if you were in a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt with your hair in a tangled mess.
He slides his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as his other hands lifts your chin up so he can kiss you on the lips. “Anything?” he whispers in your ear.
“Anything,” you promise him. Smiling at him seductively and letting your hand trail down his chest and at the hem of his jeans. You gave it a playful tug and that sealed the deal with him.
Without any warning, he suddenly pulls you up in his arms with a primal roar made just to embarrass you as the two of you leave the station in a hurry.
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The hotel Cobra Starship was staying at was nice. The room Gabe had to himself was even nicer. The room was tastefully decorated, all of the furniture dressed in warm and friendly colours for the guests. The bed is the best in your opinion, since it was soft and bouncy judging from the way it cushioned you when Gabe unceremoniously dropped you on it as he did the fastest strip in history.
“Someone is an eager bunny,” you note as he gets on the bed, crawling on top of you as he takes (fine, rips) your clothes off and kisses any available patch of skin his lips could reach. Feet. Legs. Stomach. Chest. Neck.
“I haven’t seen you in a fucking month,” he growls to you, sucking on your neck as he grinds his hips against yours, making delicious friction. “Jerking off can only take you so far.”
He kneads your breasts and while he does that, you knead his ass and grind your hips back, moaning in pleasure as you feel his dick harden and your pussy wetter.
“Oh shit, Gabe,” you whimper, feeling his lips and tongue dip in between your vests, his hands squeezing and groping every inch of skin he could find. “This feels so nice…fuck…”
He just smiles in reply as he pulls his hand back to rub your clit and teasingly slide a finger inside of your aching pussy now. You toss your head, giving out a grunt of approval from his actions and decide to do the same. You reach for his throbbing length, your cool hand wrapping around the hot flesh as you move your hand up and down. The hiss from his mouth was approval.
You keep this up for a few minutes and your body, along with Gabe’s, is covered in a fine sheet of sweat when you just realized something about this.
“I thought you wanted to do this in the shower?” you ask him.
“A little foreplay doesn’t hurt anyone,” he simply answers, putting three fingers in now, a total of four fingers inside you, and twists them inside you. You gasp your eyes wide in shock.
“This is little foreplay for you? I hate to see full blown.”
Gabe says nothing and just pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips and you suck on the fingers without any hesitation as you continue to stroke him up and down. He admires the little show you’re given to him and decides it is time.
“Come on now,” he says, gesturing to the bathroom now while helping you up since your legs feel a little bit light from your little session.
Getting in, you two step into the shower, slide the glass door shut and Gabe turns on the water before the two of you really go at it.
As the hot waters hits both of your bodies, you go at each other.
Mouths smashing over mouths and hands rubbing, groping and touching any part of the other and bodies rubbing each other like animals in heat.
“God, I miss being in your body,” he hisses in your ear, pushing you against the glass door and lining himself now. “I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out like this for a long, long time baby. But I wanted the right moment.”
Feeling bold, and desperately horny, you grind up against him and moan like a good, horny slut. “Is this the right moment?”
“Fuck yeah,” he says before thrusting himself, balls deep, in you with one motion. You cry out, pressing against the glass door in surprise.
“Gabe!” He pulls almost all of himself out, except his throbbing head, before thrusting back in and repeating this.
Your body smacks against the glass from the hard, powerful thrusts, pleasure running up and down your spine. Making your toes curl and your vision fill with stars. The grip he has on your hips is painful but also pleasant, reminding you that these sensations were actually coming from a human being.
His lips touch your neck and he bites down, really fucking hard because he’s that lost in the passion of the moment. He licks the bite mark and growls in approval of his mark on you, his dark, dark eyes boring into yours as he fucks you hard.
The water beats down on the both of you; the steam giving off a romantic, sexual edge to the situation if that was even possible.
“Joder, ¡mierda,” he whispers in your ear. He always reverted to Spanish when he got excited. “Sí bebé, tú eres el único que podía hacer esto a mí. Te amo. Mierda.”
You thrust your hips back, making obscene wet sounds as wet, flushed skin smacked against wet, flushed skin fill the bathroom up. The only other sounds besides that was Gabe’s fervent words in Spanish and yours in English.
He takes off one of his hands to massage and pinch a nipple before tugging on it playfully; giving the breast playful slaps that matched the timing of his thrusts. “Like it?”
All you can do is nod, nothing but ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ coming out of your mouth.
He increases the pace of his thrusts after that, wanting to make sure that this was the best thing for the both of you as he caught your lips with his, sucking on your tongue as your hand reached out to run through his wet hair.
“Fuuuck, Gabe,” you cry out, “I feel like I’m going to cum.”
“Then do it, please,” he responds. “I want to feel your walls clench on my cock.” He helps out by rubbing your clit furiously, heightening your pleasure. His fingers rub it, smack it with his palm and use his whole hand to rub down hard. The pace of his fuck never wavers, hitting you again and again with perfection.
It was just too much. You scrunch up your eyes and take a deep breath before you scream out loud as you finally cum, your eyes rolling in the back of your heads as you give into the sensation as wave after wave of the said sensation rolled over your body. Your walls clench hard on the cock, covering it with your juices.
This obviously excites Gabe since he pulls you away from the shower door you’re leaning on, grabs your legs with his arms and lifts you up, leaving you impaled on his member as he moved in and out of you. You knew he was strong but fuck.
“Tome todo en, perra caliente,” he says, almost growling it out. “Tome todo en tu cuerpo ajustado. Por favor, esto se siente tan bien.”
You have no idea what it means, but it sounds dirty like everything else he’s been saying.
It wasn’t before long he cums as well, making sure to pull out and letting the spurts of his cum land on your stomach and pussy lips instead. He doesn’t yell or scream like you do when you cum but instead gives satisfied, relaxed grunts.
He’s finally done, his cock flaccid and he gently puts you on the ground, helping support you on your shaky legs. He kissed your forehead gently, stroking your hair and muttering sweet nothings in your ear.
“Thanks for trying this out with me,” he says to you as the water washed off all the fluids off the two of you.
“Thank you for having this,” was your reply. “Come on, we better finish this shower with actual cleaning.”
He grabs a bar of soap in reply, claiming duty of soaping you up. You don't complain.
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HOLY CRAP I’M DONE WITH THIS, HOLY CRAP. I’M SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER WITH THIS, I REALLY AM.
Egads.
Originally a simple request to Avianad, who has to be the most patient person in the world, it became a monster. A fanfic monster. D:
Anyways, I hoped you liked this! I apologize to poor Avi who had to wait for this. Hope it was worth the wait.
Translations:
Bebé - Baby
Joder, ¡mierda. Sí bebé, tú eres el único que podía hacer esto a mí. Te amo. Mierda - Fuck, oh shit. Yeah baby, you're the only one who could do this to me. I love you. Fuck.
Tome todo en, perra caliente. Tome todo en tu cuerpo ajustado. Por favor, esto se siente tan bien - Take it all in, you hot bitch. Take it all in your tight body. Please, this feels so good.
Google Translate! /shotshot/