A collection of one-shots featuring various Pedro Pascal characters. Including: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and Max Phillips. Most contain expl...
rating: Explicit (unprotected p in v, creampie, edging, praise kink, soft Javier Peña)
word count: 500+
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"Don't come yet," the words were spoken against your lips, strained, raspy, Javi's hips slowing to a grind that had you whining, the need for release overwhelming.
This was the second time he'd told you not to come in a matter of minutes, a sheen of sweat on your bodies, your legs high on his hips, his tongue licking into your mouth with fervor, swallowing your moans as the curls at the base of his cock caught on your clit just right to drive you crazy. You were so worked up, so close to coming, that your body felt like it was balancing on the edge, and it was taking everything in your power not to give in and fall over.
Javi knew your body, knew what you could take, and you trusted him, following his order.
He started moving again, deep, hard strokes that had your mind unable to think with the way he was filling you, over and over again, his cock rubbing against all those spots you weren't even aware existed before him.
Your muscles were tensed, feeling that tight coil in your belly and all you could do was dig your fingers into his shoulders, hanging on, as he worked you over and built you up to your tipping point.
"Please," you gasped.
"I've got you, baby," he said, sounding just as wrecked as you and kissing you softly. "Just a little more. You're doing so good for me."
His pace sped up, hearing the wet suck of your pussy with each stroke, grunts falling from his lips and into your mouth.
You knew he was close; he was chasing his high, the two of you consumed by one another, both lost in the moment of your bodies together, and tongues tangling like you wanted to be as close to each other as possible, fill up as much of the other as you could.
It was a lot, all of the nerves in your body alight, and you didn't think you could last much longer.
"Come," Javi ordered, and that was it. You were tumbling over the edge, the coil snapping as pleasure washed over you, moaning his name, your cunt clenching hard around him and soaking his cock.
"So good," he moaned, following you, pushing in deep. "My good fucking girl," he groaned, the sound rumbling out of his throat as he spilled inside you, hips continuing to thrust slowly and making him hiss when the oversensitivity became too much. He finally stopped, collapsing on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck.
Your hands moved into his hair, rubbing your fingers against his scalp, Javi breathing a content sigh against your skin.
You both stayed like that as you came down from your highs, grounding one another and basking in the afterglow.
"I fucking love you," he said, voice muffled from where his face was situated.
You huffed out an amused breath.
"That's the endorphins talking," you replied.
His head came up, a deep crease in his brow as he looked you in the eyes.
"It's not because I just came inside you. I really do fucking love you."
You smiled at him.
"I really fucking love you, too."
The furrow disappeared, and he returned your smile, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.
"The coming inside me was just a bonus," you added, and he chuckled.
