thinking about juan soto with two phones. one is strictly for friends, family and business. he has countless of unsaved numbers from business and other players. thousands of message notifications. his emails are similar, theyâre often unread, he lets his mother take care of that on his mac. thereâs no personality to that phone, the lock and home screen are generic.
his password is his birthday, he doesnât flinch when someone grabs it. thereâs nothing to hide. he doesnât even have that many apps on that phone. just the necessities along with his limited social media. he has your contact saved as your name with a coconut emoji. nothing too flashy. you wore a coconut perfume once and he assigned that emoji to you that day.
itâs the phone he carries with him at all timesâ your notification doesnât cause any panic since the closest ones know you, and heâs content with keeping it that way. the world canât ruin something they donât have access too. thereâs nothing to expose after all, if the public saw your notification it would just be a girls name with an emoji. heâs always been private, and having two phones shows that.
however the second phone is catered to you. he never thought heâd have two phones and yet alone have one just for his girl. youâre the lockscreen, itâs a photo of you on a balcony. it was from your first trip to DR with him, you have a smooth tan, your hair framing your face and youâre in your bikini. the sky is blue behind you and the trees are a vibrant green. but youâre the real view.
the home screen is a photo of you in his jersey. youâre at a game, sitting pretty in the stands with one of those styrofoam chains with his face.
youâre the only contact saved, and of course youâre saved as âmamiđâ. your contact photo is one of you in the bath tub, the bubbles covering you just enough although you can slightly see cleavage from the position you were in. you have a big smile, a dimple clearly visible. you tell him it only shows when youâre with him.
the phone has little to no other apps, just the ones it comes with. however itâs filled with photos. photos of you two, innocent ones while others not so much.
thereâs photos of you bare, pressed against him in front of a mirror. your boobs pressed into his chest with his arms wrapped around you. heâs kissing your neck and the phone in your hand covers your face. the camera gets a good angle of your silhouette and your side boobs.
he also has photos of you in front of the mirror, his tall figure behind you. youâre bare although the photo only captures you from the waist up. his large veiny hands have your boobs cupped while he places a kiss on your shoulder.
countless of photos of you two kissing. you sitting on his lap, you with your head on his shoulder in the car, your hands around his bicep. he pays for extra storage, he never wants to delete any photos.
he never takes that phone with him in public, itâs always in his safe in his room or when traveling in the safe of his hotel room. he likes having those photos of you without risking anything.
he loves how both phones cater to two different areas of his life. but whenever heâs asked why the other phone, he claims itâs to build his portfolio in photography. no one gets it when he says that but you do
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Juan messed up and regretted it more than ever. Heâs willing to do anything to keep you in his life, even if that means being the second man in your life.
a/n: this is the first edition to fics inspired by songs!! this is iMAGiNAR by paloma mami. i hope you enjoy & like always, feedback is appreciated.
Juan knew it was wrong, he knows he has to leave you alone. But, he canât, he finds himself scrolling on your social media late at night and early in the morning. He sees the posts of your boyfriend, it repulses him. He chooses to focus on you in the photos, you were glowingâ still looking beautiful.
He regretted asking you for space. Juan thought he felt suffocated, but he couldnât have been more wrong. You were nurturing, kind and loving to him. Months later and you still consumed his mind. He thinks he should feel guilty sliding up on your stories. The compliments he gives you make him feel like youâre still his.
You were dry, telling him to move on and to stop. He would read between the lines til you admitted your new boyfriend wasnât like him. Juan knew if your boyfriend found out he was still messaging you that heâd be livid. But, he was willing to deal with the consequences if that meant getting an opportunity to make you his once more.
imagina que estĂĄs sola, y no con el, solo por estas horas
He really didnât think youâd answer. Weeks of messaging with you rarely replying. He was home, and all he could think of was seeing you. When he dialed you it rang, he was ready to give up for good, and then he heard your soft voice on the other end.
It gives him hope, you should sound mad and cold. Yet you sound sweet as ever greeting him.
He assumes you are alone, knowing your boyfriend would be curious as to who is calling you so late. It makes his stomach turn at the thought of you with another man. He wonders if you really are happy with him. He hopes your mind also wanders back to what you two had, maybe thatâs why you picked up.
And the Juan drops the question heâs been dying to ask. âÂżVen a verme?â
The line is filled with silence, you let out a shaky breatheâyou hesitate before he hears you softly say âIâll be there soonâ
He canât believe heâs seeing you on his couch. After all this time apart it looks surreal, it looks like what he envisioned in his mind for months.
He apologizes although you donât seem moved by it. You look guilty for even being there, you know itâs wrong. You know you have someone who expects you to be home right now. But, you tell yourself this means nothing, youâre just giving Juan the closure he needs to leave you alone.
Juan doesnât see it that way, he wants to get your boyfriend out of your mind completely. He wants you to admit you donât love him the way you did Juan.
When he leans in and kisses you he knows heâs right. You donât pull back, you slowly loose yourself in the kiss.
que a mĂ es que prefieres, y cuando te encuentras sola y no con el
It feels like you two havenât had any time apart. The way your body moves against his, the way you grasp his biceps and pull him closer. He knows you prefer him over your new boyfriendâ although heâs trying not to think of you being someone elseâs.
Theres no shame, he wants to show you how much he regrets pushing you away. He has you spread out on the couch, ankles by your ears. Heâs folding you in half, taken over by the emotions of having you again, even if its not permanent.
He kisses you while reaching deep inside of you, the way you used love. He hopes youâll come back to him when youâre alone, not with your boyfriend. When he sees you decline the phone call and place your phone face down, he thinks thatâs a good start.
solo por estas horas, escĂĄpate del novio que tĂș tienes dile que no lo quieres
It becomes a routine of sorts, Juan wishes it was different but he wonât complain. He wonât scare you away, he doesnât want to lose you again. He settles for seeing you when youâre alone.
You sneak away and find yourself in Juanâs apartment. Itâs brief but it fills the void, the guilt completely thrown out the window.
He knows you still love him, itâs evident. You sneak away from your boyfriend to come see Juan, you kiss and fuck him with passion. He lets you leave hickeys on his chest and stomach. He wants to leave his marks too, but understands he canât. The pout on your face shows you do want him to mark you up.
Juan doesnât know when youâre going to realize and finally tell your boyfriend you donât love him.
el no te conoce asĂ, yo te conozco, los secretos tĂș cuerpo esconde entre los poros
Months into sneaking around Juan grows bold. He starts picking you up and dropping you off. He becomes familiar with the new apartment. He notices how different everything is. He also notices when picking you up the new necklace around your neck, a locket with his photo in it.
Itâs silver, which you hate, yet your boyfriend doesnât seem to know that. You wear it to not make a big deal, but Juan knows. He knows everything you love and hate.
The necklace only motivates him to fuck you harder, itâs like heâs got a point to prove. He has something to show you, to hopefully change your mind. To prove you need to come home to Juan instead.
dice que nunca olvida de me, lo hace con el pero pensando en mi
Thereâs moments that feel like itâs just you two, as if Juan wasnât intruding in your relationship. After having you bent over his bed, ass in the air the way you like, you tell him you think of him. How you think of Juan even when your boyfriend touches you.
It shouldnât turn him on, but it does. He fees like he has an upper had. It makes him so hard knowing you think of him, how you picture Juan instead. How your boyfriend truly couldnât compare. You fuck Juan again, this time in missionary. Your hands reaching out to his body, touching and memorizing each birthmark.
You hold him closer, moan louder and keep him in place by your legs. You knew it was slowly coming to an end.
la noche se va y tĂș no llegas, me toca otra vez imaginar.
It had been two weeks since Juan has seen you, and heâs craving you more than ever. Yet you brush him off, you grew distant and cold. He thought maybe your boyfriend was around more than usual, but Juan knew his work schedule by this point.
Months of sneaking around, fucking you and sending you back home stuffed. But if it were up to Juan heâd keep you in his apartment, stuffed and begging for another round.
But for these days without you, heâll have to imagine you. Imagine the way you bounced on him, the way you gripped his shoulders when he was too deep. Faint cries of papi coming out of your mouth. The memories keep him satisfied for a little but he starts to forget all the smaller details as time goes on.
tengo que olvidarte y no puedo
He sees your stories daily, yet you still donât answer his texts. You post your boyfriend frequently, almost as if rubbing it in Juanâs face.
All he can think about is you, yet you let him slip out of your mind. He knows he needs to forget you, forget everything you two did. Itâs for the best, he doesnât want to settle again for being second best to youâ but deep down he knows heâd accept it in a heartbeat.
He wasnât second in anything in his life, accept for you, and it was all his fault.
thinking about doing the sushi trend with juan soto. heâs picking up sushi on the way home, heâs tired but youâve been talking about this new sushi place. heâs never too tired to spoil his girl.
he gets the expected response from you. youâre beyond happy to see him, you donât even see the plastic bag in his hand. âaquĂ mamiâ he says, placing the bag on the countertop. you look at the receipt stapled on the bag and shriek excitingly, seeing it was from the new place you were raving about.
you quickly take the trays out, of course heâd gotten so many different types of sushi. âthank you babyâ you say kissing the stubble on his chin. he laughs as you press kisses on his jaw and then finally on his lips.
you sit down next to him, breaking the chopsticks and opening the first container. he watches you gush over how good it is, you even feed him a few pieces.
juan talks about his day, how the game went, how his morning was, what he ateâ all of it. you just stare at him in awe, eyes traveling from the vein on his neck to his biceps.
the blue shirt making them appear larger. your mind wandered as you continued to eat. then you thought of the tik tok you saw. you place your phone up against the vase of flowers on the table. you move and open tik tok and open the camera to start recording.
juanâs confused, âdoing a review baby?â you laugh, âsomething like that amor, put your arm upâ you say touching his hard arms.
he obliges, lifting up his armâ not flexing yet but his muscles are prominent. your hands are on his bicep before placing a small kiss. heâs watching you intently. you can see goosebumps rise on his skin. you grab the chopsticks and pick up a piece of sushi, âflex papiâ you murmur and he does.
his muscle appears to double in size, and you place the piece perfectly on the top. he still looks confused but doesnât question it. with the chopsticks still in hand you lower your head taking the sushi off of his bicep with your mouth. you tilt your head back and cover your mouth to chew the piece.
heâs not even sure what to say, all he does is cover the camera and drag you between his legs. youâre giggling while his arms wrap around your waist.
âdidnât know eating something off of each other was an option princesaâ he says, squeezing your skin.
âmmm it is nowâ you tease, placing a small kiss on his lips. he leans in trying to capture you in a deeper kiss.
âyeah? go to our room then, i have something in mind.â he replies, leaning in, inches away from your face.
thinking about spending nye with juan soto. his touch is lingering on your waist, warm and firm. the living room is filled with his family, everyoneâs got their best outfit on. he finds himself scanning over every feature on your face while his brother makes some joke that you laugh at.
juan likes to think of himself as a rational manâ a man who thinks with his head and not emotions. every move he makes is calculated. he thinks before speaking and acting. but with you itâs different, heâs consumed completely by you.
every inch of his brain and soul that he swore was only big enough for his family and baseball. yet you somehow snuck into the confined space and made it yours.
he was sappy all year round really, but new yearâs eve revealed a different side. the hours passed faster than anticipated. before he knew it, everyone was standing with a cup of champagne and grapes in their hands.
all he could think about was another 365 days with you. all the lazy sundays heâd get to spend with you. all the home cooked meals heâd get when heâd finish a tough game. all the days heâd get to see you in his jersey. last name sprawled on your back. the vacation heâd take you on. all of the holidays, and all of the normal uneventful days.
if he thought about everything he loved to experience with you heâd be there for another year.
he brings you under his arm, kissing your temple as you smile ear to ear. his family counts down alongside the tv and you join in as well. his chest feels tight under the button down, the cold chains not cooling his skin.
when the countdown hits zero the living room is filled with yelling and popping noises. thereâs the faint sounds of fireworks from outside yet he can still hear you clearly.
âfeliz año nuevo amorâ you say sweetly, kissing him. he grabs your jaw and gives you one more firm kiss. âfeliz año nuevo princesaâ he replies, watching you eat the grapes while hugging his family.
he eats his grapes, and every wish has you involved in it.
(letâs ignore that nye is already like a month ago)
Juan never put much thought into Halloween. He never celebrated it growing up, never decorated, never even carved a pumpkin. It all changed when he met you.
His sweet girl that helped him carve his first pumpkin, pick out his first costume and watch a marathon of horror movies. With you he learned to appreciate the holiday and the fun scary activities.
He even began to look forward to couple costumes. However, with his job he knew he wasnât always guaranteed to be home for most of October.
It was a weird feeling, he was proud to be playing in October, yet he hated missing out on spending time during your favorite season. He wasnât a stranger to the feeling of being far away from you, but that didnât mean it became easier.
It was a few days shy of his birthday and Halloween and he was still thousands of miles away.
He left your apartment before you even decorated it for the fall. The last time he was there it was still filled with small details of the summer.
He knew he should be home with you, picking out costumes and planning the anual Halloween party. Instead, he was in a hotel room all alone. He was grateful to still be playing in the post season, but heâd give anything to be there with you.
You had sent him photos of decorations for the party. Fake cobwebs in the corners of the living room, with a skeleton board for snacks on the table. You had about 5 different candles lit. He zoomed into the photo, seeing your reflection in the tv. He could make out that you were wearing his shirt, no shorts or pants it seemed.
He didnât need to see your face, he had all the features memorized. You sent another message, attached with a photo of your costume. You werenât posed provocatively, sitting on your shared bed now.
You had on a nurses outfit, a very sexy one. The white fabric practically glued to your body. It looked like it was custom made just for you. The dress looked shiny, almost like latex, he analyzed every detail. The perfect amount of cleavage popped out of the V neck.
It stopped mid thigh and although you were mostly all covered it still seemed like you were on full display for him. On your lap he could see the plastic equipment. Behind you on the sheets were the red fishnets and the hat.
He quickly went to your contact. The photo making his chest tighten. Itâs you perched on his lap with a huge smile. The picture quickly takes over his screen as he calls you. Itâs late in New York, but not too late. It rings a few times before he hears some rustling.
âJuanâ you say sweetly, he can almost picture the smirk on your face. âYouâre gonna make me buy a ticket home amorâ he jokes. You giggle at the comment, âAfter getting hit with the fast ball you might need a nurse after allâ you tease.
You hear him groan and the sheets move. He pushes the covers off of his legs, heâs already hard for you. âYou need me to take care of you baby?â you ask, and his eyes flutter shut. His body responding to you as if you were in-front of him.
You hear more shuffling on the other end, âBebe, do you need me to take care of you?â you ask again and heâs immediate with his answer. âFuck, yes pleaseâ he groans out. Your legs rub together at how eager he is.
âTake him out for me babyâ you instruct. He obliges, peeling down his shorts and his erection happily jumps out. The leaking tip greets him while he waits for your next instruction. âRub your thumb over the slit baby, the way I do. Spread it all out, and donât hold back want to hear you corazĂłnâ you say.
His rough thumb goes to the slit and rubs the precum. He hisses, heâs used to your soft fingers, but this will have to do. Heâll just envision you in that costume waiting at home to take care of him. âTe necesito mamiâ (I need you mami) he groans out as his thumb continues on his slit.
âSoon baby. Want you to spit in your palm. Get him real wet, want you to picture me okay?â you say while unbuttoning the costume. Juan picks up his head from the headboard and spits into his palm. You hear it loud and clear, and then you hear him begin to jack off.
âGrip it tight, imagine me on my knees for you. After getting injured out there thatâs the least I could do. Iâll get you all iced and bandaged before milking you dry â you go on and it has his hips bucking into his hand. âFucking hell, not gonna last longâ he admits. You can hear him speeding up. The sound of his wet palm on his dick.
Heâs picturing you in every position. On your knees with your tits spilling out of the costume. Then on your back, the dress bunched up around your hips. Itâll be a lever of sorts for him. He pictures the way youâd look on all fours, looking back at him.
His eyes are screwed shut, his mind turned to mush. You donât even realize the effect you have on him. Heâs moaning louder than before.
The sounds mixed with the wet noises d went straight to your core. âGonna have to keep quiet baby, canât let the others know what youâre up toâ you remind him, he might have his own room but the walls are thin.
You hear another faint string of curses leave his mouth. You continue to talk him through it, telling him how youâd be the best nurse just for him. How heâd be your favorite patientâ the only one who gets really taken care of.
âFuck Iâm gonna cumâ he groans, the first real sentence. Heâs surprised he was able to get it out. You can imagine his abdomen tensing while his hand jerks himself off. You picture his arms bulging and the vein on the side of his neck popping. âLet go papi, wanna taste itâ you say and you hear him let out a long groan. Your name mixed with some curses spill out of his mouth as he strokes himself through his orgasm.
âIâm assuming you like the costumeâ you joke and he lets out a deep laugh. Heâs still breathing heavily on the other line. âThatâs how much I like the costumeâ he responds. Before you can question him, a message pops up. Itâs a photo of his still semi hard dick lying on his thigh. Thereâs a white milky substance on his abdomen.
You let out a whimper, âNeed me to take care of you?â he asks, using your words. âJust make sure to get home. I think youâll like the complete costume moreâ you respond cockily.
You hear the bed shift under him, âCanât wait to rip those fishnets muñeca, weâll see who can be more quietâ he says right into the phone. You flip onto your back, hand wandering down your own body.
âA few more nights before youâre all mine. Get some rest princesa, youâll need itâ he says, and your stomach gets filled with butterflies. Juan never knew how good halloween and being states away could be.
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thinking about needy!juan soto. he had been in his head all day. the day had just been terrible. it seemed like the world was against him. it started off smallâ he made his morning coffee and opened the fridge to find no milk. âitâs fineâ he thought, it was acceptable.
it was his mistake after all, so he dealt with the bitter coffee. his day quickly turned bitter too. the city traffic made him late to practice. especially after having to come back home because he forgot his gloves. practice wasnât any better, barely hitting the ball.
the whole day he just kept thinking about how he just needs to be home. he just needs to be with you.
the day drags, mistake after mistake. heâs nodding at the coachesâ not a word comes out. thereâs no excuse, nothing he could say to explain it. he has hundreds of pep talks in his mind. he really tries to get himself back in the zone, but canât.
he thinks about you, how youâd say the first sign from the universe was having no milk for his coffee. he doesnât believe in signs, but for you he would. he needed something to blame right now, so heâd blame the universe.
his mind goes over that a thousand times on the way home. not before stopping to get milk, because he refuses to have another bitter coffee, or possibly another bitter day.
he finds you in the kitchen washing the dishes from the day. he drops the bag by the door and puts his sneakers in the shoe rack. he feels his shoulders slack at the sight and smell of you. your perfume engulfing his senses, putting him in a little bubble.
you finish rinsing the silverware while he rests his forehead on your shoulder.
âbad day?â you quietly ask, you know it had been. the hundreds of messages complaining about it. but you knew he wanted to talk about it from start to finish.
you dried your hands and turned around, he posture still slightly bent. âpleaseâ he begged, you rubbed his knuckles. âplease que amor?â you asked, although you can imagine what from the tent in his pants.
he stood straighter, letting you see him while he answered, âte necesito (i need you)â
and you didnât have to be told twice. juan was rarely needy, he was proud of how put together he was. how he faced everything head on, he was in control. and you loved that, you loved not having to worry about making small decisions because juan already figured it out.
which is how you find yourself elbows resting on the bathtub as he lays in it. he barely fits in the tub, warm water covering just under his chest. youâve already washed and rubbed his body, his erection even more hard at the pampering.
you kiss his cheek before your hand makes its way down his abdomen. you hear a shaky breath escape and his hand grabs your wrist. heâs placing your hand right where he needs you.
you grab it firmly, and play with the head. his mouth falls open at the first touch, your soft hands continue to rub the slit until heâs bucking his hips. the water splashes slightly.
you go to the base and jerk him off slowly. you want him to feel everything, to enjoy it step by step. his hand hasnât left your wrist, you kiss the bicep thats laying on the tub. âyouâre so perfect amor, nadie compara (nobody compares)â
he moans at the comment and you speed up. âmas (more)â he whimpers out, and you can see his abs clenching. you speed up and continue to praise him. he bucks his hips into your hand, meeting you halfway.
his hand finally releases your wrist and instead grabs your jaw. he pulls you in for a kiss. heâs moaning into the kiss as you feel him twitch in your hand. you donât even care that your face and parts of your hair is wet. youâre so lost in how he feels in your hand and against your lips.
when he grabs the back of your neck extra firm, and long dragged out moan escapes against your lipsâ you donât even have to look down to see his cum leaking out.
Friends to lovers doesnât seem that far fetched to Juan. Just say the word, and make sure youâre loud.
You and Juan had a complicated relationship. You met him at the height of his career, and it was all by coincidence. You happened to be at the right place at the right timeâ as he says.
You met Juan at a restaurant in Manhattan. The upscale place was filled by dim lights and expensive decor. You had approached the bar to order you and your coworker a drink, and there he was.
In all of his glory, all 6â2 of him. You could see his muscles through the white button up, even with the dim lighting. You could fix out his tight curl pattern, his tanned skin and the expensive silver watch on his right wrist.
Your gaze followed every intricate detail on his body. His strong cologne only amplified your curiosity. You waited patiently near him, the bartender still not taking your order. You could hear his deep laugh, and you couldnât help but listen to his conversation.
When the bartender finally pointed to you Juan followed the motion and turned around. He let his eyes drag over you from head to toe. You felt small and vulnerable under his intense watch. The bartender could barely hear youâ causing slight embarrassment inside of you.
âHere you go amorâ he had said, standing up and letting you get closer to the bar. The nickname slipping out like nothing. You gave him a sweet smile as his hand led to his seatâ the one he was offering. You took the opportunity and got closer. He stood behind you, continuing the convo with his friend who was beside you.
You glanced around the packed restaurant while you waited, locking eye contact with him. âWhatâs your name?â he had asked, leaning down slightly. You two had spent that night laughing and getting to know each other.
After that, you two were inseparable. His teammates knew that any event where he could bring a plus one, youâd be there. You were there on opening day, on the last game, practicesâ you were there for it all.
You were involved in his life even behind the scenes. Your friends often saw your location at his high rise apartment. You two become so close that you held down his fort while he was away.
You cleaned and treated his apartment like it was yours. You had your own drawers in his room, and your own section in his closet. Yet, you were nothing more than friends. Although there were instances where his grip lingered for a second too long. His gaze would be focused on your lips while you laid next to him on the couch. Nights that ended in a kiss or two.
Butâ neither of you ever crossed the line. Even in the routine you both created while he was in New York. The days that were filled with domestic activities, but reality was you two were just friends. That word that left a sour taste in your mouth and a knot in your stomach.
Tonight was no different. Juan had a home game, which you were obviously attending. You had arrived at the stadium with Juan, several hours early. You watched the batting practice and as the team prepared for the game. Yet your eyes were only on Juan and he knew it.
The way the blue compression shirt covered his muscular body. His wide back and how it stretched the fabric. His thick legs that looked even better in the shorts with compression peaking underneath.
He wasnât dumb, and he knew your eyes were only looking at him. It boosted his ego, it made him feel like he was on cloud 9. The way there were several men on the field with himâ yet you were focused on him. He wasnât blind either, he knew his team mates thought you were attractive. But it only boosted his ego more, knowing he had you on his arm. Even if it wasnât in the way he wanted.
You sat on the sides watching him drink an energy drink, when he makes his way over to you. Heâs towering over you as you sit. His large palm caressing your chin. âYou nervous for the game?â you ask, squinting as rays of sun find there way into your eyes.
You hear his hearty laugh, âNever princesaâ he teases and you shake your head. âThe guys wanted to go out after the game, ven conmigo?â (come with me?). He takes a large sip of his drink, waiting for you to answer.
âAre there girls coming?â you ask, not wanting to interrupt a guys night out. âNo but why does that matter? I want you to comeâ he says. All you do is nod, he doesnât know he gives you false hope. Like thereâs a chance you could be more to him.
âFine Iâll go, but we canât stay out too lateâ you give in, and you watch him grin from ear to ear. âYouâre the best amorâ he says and his hand cups your jaw. He bends slightly giving you a kiss on the cheek and you become putty in his hands.
Youâre truly blessed being able to see Juan live out his dream. Although you met him when he was already established, you never got tired of seeing the energy he brought to each game. He treated each game as if it was his last. He showed his passion and dedication.
You were lucky enough to be able to see it first hand. Every game that you were able to go to, you were there. You cheered for him as if he could hear you. He swore your cheering motivated him for every homer youâve witnessed.
Tonight was no exception, a homer off of the first pitch. He was electric on the field and you were beyond proud.
The game continued in Juanâs favor, which led to a win. You could see his smile even from the suite. Everyday he conquered another part of your heart.
You watched as he was led to answer the reporters. It was your sign to go to the car. He let you drive his cars with no worries, you often were the one to drive them when he was away. You waited in the car, leaving a gatorade on the seat for him.
After ten minutes he was finally at the car. He got in the car and you began driving. He just placed his hand on yours, closing his eyes. Soaking up the silence and your presence.
âYou did good todayâ you said, turning to look at him. His eyes opened and he gave you a genuine smile. âI always do good when youâre thereâ he teases.
He talks about everything in the car ride. He talks about the umpires, the fans, the other team, etc. He even continues as you both make your way up to his apartment. The doorman greets you, heâs a familiar face in your routine.
Juan places your hand on his bicep, keeping you close. His skin is warm under your palms, you canât help but let your mind wander on how big they feel. Youâll never get used to the feeling of his skin under yours.
He opens the apartment door and lets you go in firstâ like always. Youâre met with a familiar scene. Your shoes next to his by the doorway, your jacket on the kitchen chairs. Youâre all over his apartment.
Itâs barely 10pm, and Juan insists on eating before a night out. He showers quickly while you prepare a quick meal for him. When you go to plate it, he comes up behind you. His palms on your stomach âMy favorite, gracias bebeâ (thank you baby)
You turn around and place it on the table. Heâs in nothing but his boxers. âYouâre gonna get sick if you walk around like that. Itâs cold in hereâ you say, leaning on the kitchen island.
âYou donât like the view?â he smirks, titling his head. Heâs looking straight up at you, and you canât help but let your eyes wander over his body.
âYou know,I doâ you whisper, and his eyes are focused on you. âSay it louder mamiâ he teases, pushing the plate lightly.
âYou know I like the viewâ you say slightly louder and he turns on the chair. His legs spread and his hand reaches out for you.
You walk in between him, his chest rising and falling lightly. Thereâs goosebumps spread on his exposed skin. His hands are on your waist, the jeans creating a barrier between his hands and your skin.
Youâre still wearing his jersey, fully clothed while heâs practically naked. Itâs nothing youâve never seen before, and when you see him lean in you know whatâs coming. Youâve shared drunk kisses here and there, yet you both always act like it didnât happen.
Now youâre both sober, silence surrounding you two. You match him and lean in, and your lips finally meet. His hands cup your jaw as you both move against each other. Neither of you fight for dominanceâ just enjoying the feeling.
You can hear the sounds of you two kissing, only making you grow needier for him. He puts his hand on the back of your thighs, gripping the muscle firmly. You instinctively push closer to him.
Your chest to chest, hands roaming over his exposed back. You let your nails drag over the skin which earns you a moan from deep within his chest. âTell me you want meâ he growls against the skin of your neck.
Your hands travel to the nape of his neck, âAlways w-wanted youâ you mewl out, and the smirk on his face lets you know heâs satisfied. âYeah? How long princesa? Dimeâ (tell me)
He stands to his full height, heavy pendant slightly slapping against his chest. He places you on the kitchen countertop. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. âSince the night I met youâ you whisper against his lips, looking at him.
Youâre more confident after seeing his printâ being able to tell the full effect you have on him. Heâs smiling before diving back into your lips, his hands push the jersey off your shoulders. You let it fall behind you, leaving you in a tank top and the jeans.
Your hands touch over his stomach, lowering down to his happy trail. He swiftly picks you up and brings you to his bedroom, the one you know so well.
The lamp is turned on and the bed is unmadeâ because you didnât make it this morning. Juan was never one to do the bed. He places you in front of the bed, his height becoming prominent.
âPuedo?â (Can I?) he says, referring to undressing you. You nod yes, but he wants a real answer. He gives you a disapproving look. âUse your words, please darling.â
âYes, you canâ you respond shakily. His hands go to the straps of your shirt, dropping one at a time. Then pulling it over your head. He kisses your expose skin, before kneeling and unbuckling your jeans.
Heâs kissing every part that he can while getting you out of your jeans. He stands up once again, hands resting on your ribs. Youâre sure he can feel your heart beating against them.
âNo sabes cuĂĄntas noches e pensando en esto, en tiâ (You donât know how many nights Iâve thought about this, about you) he confesses taking in your body.
You grow shy, and heâs not having any of it. He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in. Your hands land on his chest, and his strength has you falling on the bed.
Your legs spread and he finds his spot in between them. You can feel his erection lying directly on you, warmth radiating off of it. It laid heavily on you as well, yet not stimulating you the way you wanted.
You bucked your hips out of instinct. He groaned, gripping your hip to keep it still. The thoughts of going out were long gone. He was completely focused on you and getting you cumming for him.
His fingers traced your bra, before sliding the straps off as well. His hands went behind you and unclasped the bra. You let him throw it to the side, nipples immediately hardening because of the cold air.
His thumb rubbed over them causing your hips to squirm. He kissed the skin on your chest before pinching and pulling one nipple while sucking on the other. Occasionally heâd close his eyes, getting lost in your skin.
He began shuffling down to lay between your legs. He kissed the wet mark, savoring the feeling yet also appreciating the effect he had on you. You whined above him, âPlease Juanâ and he starting peeling down your underwear.
The white panties practically sticking to you from your arousal. He ran his large thumb through your folds, watching the slick collect. He found your clit and began to toy with it. Alternating between pushing down on it and circling it.
Once your panties were thrown to the side, he grabbed your thighs and spread them. His curls shook as he kissed both thighs. He licked a long stripe up your slick cunt, causing you to suck in a sharp breath.
Your hands immediately found his scalp, not pulling but just holding him close. He let his tongue explore your folds, looking up occasionally. Your noises and movements egged him on more.
âLook so beautiful like thisâ he murmurs against you, eyes tracing every inch of you. You looked down on him, his fingers spreading your lipsâ hole clenching around nothing.
âJuanâ you moaned as he continued to lap you up, finger teasing your hole. Then he slightly pushed in, and your legs opened wider. âEres hermosa, y toda mĂaâ (Youâre beautiful, and all mine) he said while pushing his finger in and out.
The steady pace, his thick finger and just the view of him had your stomach clenching. You could see his muscles on his back, the veins that popped up on his hands and the side of his neck. âMore please, I need itâ you begged, hands clutching onto his scalp.
He chuckled against you, âIâll give you anything, just tell me youâre mineâ
He added another finger and wrapped his lips around your clit. âYours, Iâm all yoursâ you confessed, muscles tensing. âLouder amor, say it louder for me. Let everyone knowâ
He curls his fingers inside you, earning a loud whine from you. âGo on babyâ he reminds you, and your eyes are threatening to close.
He picks up the pace, finger fucking you. âAll yours, swearâ you say louder. Loud enough for him to be satisfied. You push his head lightly, closer to your core. He takes the hint and continues to finger you while sucking on your clit.
Your thighs tremble at the intense sensation, his soft lips adding another layer of stimulation.
He pulls back to wipe his face but you pull him up. You grab the back of his neck and kiss him. Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him closer to you. You can feel him between your folds and youâre sure your arousal is spreading onto him.
You can taste yourself on him, and you donât even care. Mind too foggy to think anything through. Your hand travels down and massages the tent. He groans into your mouth, placing his hand over yours.
âLook what you do to meâ he says referring to his erection. You smile, playing coy while continuing to rub it. He gets impatient, putting your hand into his boxers.
You wrap your hand around it, and can tell heâs huge. Your hand barely closing around it. Heâs heavy in your palm and you take him out, to see him completely.
He watches your face as you stare at it in awe. âSpit on it mamiâ he instructs, and you sit up slightly to do so.
A glob of saliva hits the base and you spread it. He lets out a breath as your hand moves up and down. His eyes are on your face, then your hands, watching how you stroke him.
âFuck your hand feels so goodâ he admits and he bucks his hip more into your hand. Your free hand runs over his abdomen then pecs. He lets his eyes close for a second, then you grip him tighter. His eyes open and his mouth hangs open.
You watch as he skillfully slips it on, and for some reason it turns you on even more. He places the mushroom tip on your clit, pushing and tapping on it. You moan at the sensation and sound.
His veiny hand grips the base while the other touches your hand. You give him a small nod and he lines himself up. He pushes in and you immediately clench around him. He coos at you, continuing to touch your hand.
âYa casi mamiâ (almost mami) he says through gritted teeth. Heâs fixated on how it looks, how he disappears inside you. Small mewls escape your mouth as he continues to stretch you out.
When he finally pushes the last bit, heâs skin to skin with you. He sees a small bulge in your stomach and he lets out a string of curses.
Your hand goes to his thigh, pushing himâ giving him a hint that you want him to start moving. He grabs your thighs and puts them together. His firm hands covering almost the whole width of your legs.
He pulls out slightly and thrusts, and it feels like he just took the air out of your lungs. Heâs wider than anyone youâve been with. You place your hand on his ribs as he keeps his pace, slow but firm.
With every thrust heâs looking between the way your breasts move, your pussy and your face. âH-harder, fuck Juanâ you whimper out, and you feel him twitch.
He pushes your legs to your chest, and picks up the pace. Heâs almost pulling out completely to slam back in you. âIâll give you it however you want. Shit, just tell me and Iâll do itâ he rambles.
The sounds heâs making causes you to clench around him. âTalk to me babyâ he says, bringing his thumb to play with your clit.
âReally big, oh god. Please donât stopâ you cry out. He leans over, his weight on you. Heâs no longer pulling back, instead just pushing himself deeper. The angle hitting your g-spot perfectly.
You moan out louder, while your nails grab his shoulders. He kisses your cheeks, your jaw then your temple. You can feel yourself getting closer, the muscles in your stomach tightening.
âOpen those beautiful eyes amorâ he says tapping your face, and you try but the pleasure is so intense. His hands are on your face while he closes the gap, tongue sliding over yours.
He continues to grind on you, his pelvic bone stimulating your clitâ causing you to cum. You clench and gush around him. Your hands tighten on his biceps, moaning into the kiss.
Your body is shaking and all Juan can think about is trying to not cum on the spot. The feeling of you clamping down on him and the view in front of him has him pulling out. He lays himself on your puffy pussy, and you tug on the condom.
He lets you remove it, and although your body feels like jello you somehow end up on your stomach. Youâre face to face with his dick, you kiss the tip and he hisses.
He places the head on your lips and you let him in. Heâs instantly letting his head fall back. Your tongue traces the vein underneath the shaft, and his chest tightens.
Then the phone ringsâ a loud and obnoxious ring tone that only Juan would use. He snaps his neck to the side, his phone face down on the nightstand.
You pull him out of your mouth, saliva connecting you two. You jerk him off, and he reaches for it. âFuck itâs one of the guys. Theyâre probably wondering where we areâ he says while rubbing his hand on his cheek.
âAnswer itâ you tease, kissing his lower stomach.
âFor what?â he challenges
âTheyâll keep calling, just make up an excuseâ you respond, kissing his thighs.
He answers it, putting the phone by his ear. But, you donât stop, you put him right back in your mouth. He gulps loudly and looks down at you.
âY-yeah, sorry we might be lateâ he tries to respond normally, laughing a bit at the end.
You open your mouth wider, taking him til your lips are wrapped around the base. He coughs and tries to cover his heavy breathing.
âIâm fineâ shit. Sorry I just hit something. Iâll be there soonâ he rushes to throw the phone to the side.
Juan leans over, pushing himself somehow deeper in your mouth and spanks you. The sting has you clenching your legs.
âFucking filthy girl, shit donât stopâ he grunts, hand tangled in your roots.
He bucks his hips fast, and when you grab his balls you know itâs over. He lets out a loud noise and you feel him twitch. He lets go of your scalp and pulls back slowly.
He tries to catch his breath, hand caressing your face. You hear some mumbling and grab his phoneâ thatâs still on a call. Your face immediately grows hot, his teammate heard.
You point to the phone and Juan grabs it. He laughs into the phone and you canât make what his teammate is saying. Juan seems unfazed, âYou shouldâve hung up. But weâll be there soon.â he chuckles before hanging up.
Youâre sitting on your knees, body and face hot. He kisses the corner of your mouth.
âI think itâs loud and clear now that youâre really all mineâ
a/n: hello!! i hope you enjoyed this longgg fic. i wanted to switch up the standard friends to lover concept. anywho feedback is always appreciated <3
Halloween was finally approaching. You and Pete had waited months for this one holiday. You both enjoyed doing all sorts of things during the month of Octoberâ but your favorite was going to haunted houses.
There was something about the thrill of being scared. Paying money to go through mazes, not knowing who or what was going to jump out at you. This year was going to be different. Pete had bought a small property in upstate New York, far away from everyone.
It was an older house with huge personality. If you were easily creeped out youâd tell him it looked haunted. But, you loved the old houseâs charm, and you especially loved the fields that surrounded it.
Instead of going to a haunted house, Pete decided he was going to create his own. It would be open to his family and friends if they wished to come. He had really outdid himself, the second you stepped through the front door there were decorations. During the day it didnât look as scary, the house still looked inviting. However, at night with no street lights for miles and milesâ you knew itâd be different.
It took Pete 2 weeks to complete the house from the porch to the back yard. The whole first floor was complete and he wanted you to go through the house. You anticipated it would be alone, but Pete assured you heâd be there keeping an eye on you just incase you got too scared.
You had playfully joked that the dummyâs and cobwebs wouldnât scare you. Yet, now you find your palms sweating as you drive into the long driveway. Itâs your home but you donât recognize it. The house looks abandoned and cold.
You park the car right infront of the house, and when you turn it off you realize how dark it really is. A single light on the porch shows you the path, the one you use daily during the off season.
The gravel crunches under your uggâs and a strong breeze tickles your spine. You start to question why you only wore jeans and a cropped baby tee. You twist the doorknob and open the door, youâre met with the long hallway. It looks longer than usual. All the lights are off except one in the far back by the kitchen.
You close the door behind you and it creaks, only adding to the suspense. Youâre nervous taking the first few steps but you make it halfway down the hallway. The decorations look real in the dim lighting, especially the ghost face dummy sitting on the couch. You keep your eyes on it as you walk from room to room.
When you make it to the dining room you see a toy chucky, it has a large knife in its small hand. You avoid it, youâve always hated dolls and heâs no exception. When you turn to scan the rest of the room you see another ghost face. Itâs sitting at the table, looking directly at you.
You canât help but keep looking at it as you walk away, almost as if looking at it would keep it there. You approach the kitchen and as you turn the corner, you bump into a tall figure. Your hands reach out to grab onto it, you feel the muscle underneath the black clothing. When you look up you see the ghost face mask.
You let go and realize this isnât a dummy, and turn to run when he grabs you. He grabs your wrist and drags you back, pressing your back to his chest. You feel firm muscles and then he puts his clothed hand over your mouth.
You instantly grab his wrist, hoping to move him but to no avail. Your heart beat is ringing in your ears. Youâre confused, and then he speaks into your ear.
âDonât be scared baby, shâ he says. Itâs Pete. His voice calms you down. You feel the plastic mask against the side of your face. You go to turn, mouth still covered and the mask is a few inches away from you. âBe a good girl and listen okay? Can you do that?â he asks and you nod.
Your emotions are all over the place, from being scared 5 minutes ago to turned on. You feel his erection poking your butt, you instinctively grind into it. That earns a groan in your ear, although itâs muffled slightly by the mask.
âGet on your knees sweetheartâ he states and removes his hand from your mouth. You instantly go on the hard wooded floor, waiting for your next instruction. Instead you see him just unzip his black jeans, just enough to pull himself out.
Youâre eyes are immediately on the pink flushed tip while he grabs the base. You shouldnât find it this hot, being on your knees for your masked man in the middle of all of these halloween decorations. âOpen your mouth darlingâ he says softly, even with the mask heâs still your Pete.
You oblige and scoot closer, and open your mouth. He slaps the tip on your tongue a few times, you moan at the sensation. Your tongue is on the bottom of his dick while the tip is smearing pre cum on your cheek. When heâs satisfied he pulls back.
âNo hands tonight baby, only want to feel that sweet throatâ he says while his thumb swipes over your lips. You acknowledged his statement and put your hands on your lap. His hand grabs his dick and places the tip in between your lips. They just wrap around it, waiting for your green light to start.
Youâre looking up at the mask, searching for any sign. Instead he just pushes himself in slightly and you move your tongue around him. You moan at the taste on your tongue. You focus on getting the tip real wet before moving farther down.
You pull back just for a second, to spit on the tip and then put him back in your mouth. You can hear his breathing through the mask, small curses leaving his mouth every now and then.
You open your mouth a little more to accommodate his girth. You go about halfway then start bobbing your head. You pull back to the tip then go back down to the halfway mark, making sure to not touch him with your teeth.
âI know you can take more darling, open real wide for meâ he states, hands grabbing your hair. You do as he says and open as wide as your possibly can. Spit starts to dribble by the corners of your mouth. He has your hair in a pony tail, when he starts moving his hips.
âShitâ there it is. Feel so good baby, move your tongue a bitâ he moans, head thrown back. His thick fingers feel heavy on your scalp. Youâd be lying if the feeling of him fucking your mouth had your panties soaked. You moved on your knees trying to get some sort of stimulation.
Pete picked up the pace, then stopped. Your nose nuzzled against his pubic bone, the smell of cedar and sandalwood filling your senses. You gagged and your throat tightening around him. It only caused him to buck his hips, pushing himself deeper in your throat. âFucking hellâ he hissed and he pulled you off. His dick was soaked and twitching slightly.
You coughed and tried to catch your breathe while he jerked off in front of you. He bent slightly, pulling your baby tee above your chest exposing your boobs. He pinched each nipple, before standing straight again. He pushed the tip between your lips again.
You open your mouth once again and he wastes no time. Heâs thrusting deep into your mouth, pulling your hair slightly to get you looking up. Your hands are on his thighs, looking for some sort of balance.
Behind the mask Pete doesnât know where to look. Your glossy eyes with tears ready to spill, your puffy lips wrapped around him or your boobs moving with each thrust. He takes turns looking at each one. He feels his stomach tightening and heâs keeping you still again, you gag once more.
âFuck, stick your tongue outâ he tells you and you do. Pink tongue inviting him in while he jerks above you. âPlease, I want it so badâ you whisper out and all Pete can think about was how wet and warm your throat was. Almost as wet and warm as your pussy.
He curses as he cums on your face, some in your mouth and some landing on your cheek and forehead. He continues to stroke himself through it before he lifts the mask.
He brings you to your feet , immediately kissing you. He can still taste himself on you and it has his head spinning.
âI think itâs your turn to go through the haunted houseâ you tease, whispering against his lips. A smirk spreads through his face. âI think you should go to the bedroom, not finished with you yetâ he responds.
His hands are under your chest on your bare chest , âOr I could take you here, you pickâ he whispers in your ear. You place a small kiss onto his lips. âCatch me firstâ and you speed past him to the long hallway.
Your filled with adrenaline and excitement. You can hear his steps not far behind, and you know youâre in for a long night.
