Can you write a smut for pepe? Maybe like a jealous one or after the heart rate challenge?
𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 || 𝙥𝙚𝙥𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . love islander!pepe garcia X love islander!black!fem!reader. ||
+ synopsis. pepe isn’t the type to get loud or reckless when he’s jealous, but he feels it — deep, quiet, and simmering.
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . .. . lowercase intended! second person reading-perspective. mature language! another love island!secret location. unprotected, prone-bone position, bits of choking, not much plot, creampie wordcount :: 1.2k!++
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . swangin’ on westheimer, don toliver ! || kissin’ on my tattoos, august alsina !
WHAT’S YOURS IS MINE
pepe crossed the lawn with unhurried certainty, the faint citrus of his cologne threading through the night air before the warmth of him reached you. fingers found your waist — not a question, more a reminder — and the world narrowed to skin, breath, and the slow drag of time.
he twisted you, aligning your spine to his chest, the steady rise and fall of him anchoring you. knuckles skimmed the inside of your arm, tracing veins like a map he already knew. his mouth hovered near the curve where neck meets shoulder, breath grazing there, patient, making your pulse climb on its own. you exhaled; he followed it, palm flattening over your stomach, drawing you back, fitting you closer.
“hey .. what’s up?”
the question left your lips quietly, barely more than a breath, hanging in the thick stillness between. he moved then, guiding you backward, his front pushed snugly to your back, chest rising against your shoulder blades with every measured breath.
“wait? what ar’you -?”
pepe walked with you just like that .. careful, but rushed .. his hands held your sides with purpose, steering you forward, irritation humming beneath every step. still, he handled you like something fragile. breakable. like a package that might split open if jostled. like he didn’t quite trust the floor to hold you steady on its own.
and he couldn’t trust bryan either.
he’d seen it. the way bryan looked at you .. lingering, sizing, slipping. pepe knew that look too well. he’s a guy .. and hell, it was the same way he got you. eyes locked for two beats too long, wandering the next. that habitual licking of the lips, a very clear tell. pepe recognized it for what it was, and it made his jaw twitch.
because he remembered the beginning. be remembered the moment his eyes had done the same thing. and he remembered how you looked back ..
pepe’s foot nudged gently around yours, always just missing your heels, his grip constant, a quiet insistence: stay with me. no answers, no explanations ..
hidden at the far end of the villa, behind pale wooden doors that never quite latched, ‘the drift room’ felt less like a bedroom and more like stepping into the dream. it was one of those few spaces where there were no cameras in the corners, no lights in your face, not even a chirp of a cricket or ring of cicada.
the bed was low, sunken deep into the floor like it had always been waiting. sheer curtains framed the space, swaying gently from the ceiling with the hush of movement, pooling around the corners like spilled silk.
and you barely had time to notice the way the fabric caught the light .. because then it was your skin against the cool sheets, your chest pressed down, your hips lifted without resistance.
prone bone. absolutely intimidate .. yet aggressive .. every now and again, though. pepe’s warm chest blanketed your back, breath hot against your shoulder, one hand curled under your ribcage like he needed to hold something to stay alive, the other sweetly craning your head back.
“say it ..” he’d whisper, hot breath fanning against your lips, devotion in every push and drag of his heavy hips. “who’s is it? hmm? talk to me, bebé -“ and you’re struggling; trying your very hardest not to choke on each gargled moan and whine that sickly built up at the back of your throat. “say my name.” you couldn’t, but between your legs .. you were extremely vocal. in a way .. it was a response. but he wasn’t looking for such.
pepe’s sweaty forehead touched down onto your shoulder. he kissed your salty skin once before readjusting your lower half with both hands; fingers digging into your jerking waist and tugging upward .. drawing himself deeper — he’s grunting into your ear and you’re wailing louder, insides feeling fuller than ever. “dios mío .. te sientes -” pepe grumbled and muttered something filthy in spanish, his voice dropping a register.
he rolled his r’s the way you loved, and it broke you down faster than you’d care to admit. you tried as best you could to give a nod, underneath the steady pressure of his big, grabby hands.
he stopped a moment .. cock buried and pulsing just slightly with his heartbeat.
“hmmph-!!”
and now .. his thrusts are shorter. angling up every time with an intense roll of the hips that slammed the head of his cock right into your most sensitive spot, the one that sent you into cloud nine without fail. “bebé ..”
you couldn’t help it, you squirmed and struggled to move, but pepe’s hand thankfully kept you in place. made you take all of it. made you .. hmmph! again, made sure you couldn’t escape from being wrecked as ruthlessly and efficiently as possible.
you saw stars almost immediately, and tears started to brim in the waterline of your brown eyes. “mngh!” your jaw grew taut and a furrow was replaced between those arched brows — there was a patronising tone to his voice as he brought one hand up to your cheek .. fingers drilling past your lips. and he’s mumbling at the shell of your ear again. you whine from this, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out, drool cascading down your chin in globs.
“it’s mine .. right’?” pepe removed his fingers from your lips and leaned in for a soft kiss. “tell me, now.” he was close. soooo close. the edge quite literally just a word away.
a rush bubbled through your entire being: “it’s yours! o-oooh my- i’m yours!” you cried into pepe’s mouth, tongue tangling up with his as you felt the first warm splash of cum. pepe gasped softly, groaning loudly and harshly humping into your sex, further emptying his pearly white load, while you poorly gripped the sheets.
pepe held you through it, hand firm at your waist, forehead pushes into the side of your face as if sealing the moment into your skin. he stayed molded to you, breath evening out against your neck, fingers still lazily circling your hip like the night wasn’t over .. like this was only the first quiet ruin he planned to make of you.
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! ♡ Jealous Pepe, possessiveness, pet names, language switching, rough sex, pussy drunk, unprotected sex, cussing, long chapter ♡ !
! Part 1 !
Stress, drama, bitching. No matter how much you tried to get away from it all it seemed to follow you everywhere. You thought that after Jeremiah was voted off, Huda would finally calm her ass down, and after Taylor recoupled with Clarke, maybe Olandria would finally see how pathetically infatuated Nic was with her. But of course, Love Island wouldn’t be Love Island with mind numbing drama.
You lost track of what day it was in the villa, being one of the og girls made it feel like you were in that god forsaken villa for too damn long. The only positive aspect? Pepe. He was probably the most level headed, gentle and patient person you’ve ever met and he’s the one who kept you sane after all.
„Islanders, get ready to raise everyone’s heart rates in tonight’s couples challenge. Hearts on fire.“ Clarke read out loud before the whole villa erupted in a big chaotic mess. Pepe and you were in the pool, cooling off since the Fiji sun seemed particularly hot today. „Not the heart rate challenge“, you sighed, already sensing the incoming drama and fights since the people in this villa had a talent for crossing lines. „Is there anything you’re not okay with me doing?“, you asked Pepe softly.
Just because that particular challenge could be messy, didn’t mean you wanted anything in your relationship with Pepe to shake up. That’s why communication and talking about boundaries was key. „Since we are closed off, I wouldn’t really like it if you kissed any of the guys on the lips while it’s our turn. I wouldn’t kiss anyone on the lips either out of respect for you“, Pepe swam over to you, since you leaned against the edge of the pool, sunnies on your nose and your soft hair up with one of your pink bedazzled hair clips. You nodded softly in agreement.
„Yeah, you’re right. But I still want both of us to have fun, you know. I’m fine if you want to dance on any of the girls or kiss them on the neck. As long as you don’t do too much“, you said with a soft laugh. You weren’t a jealous person but you didn’t like being disrespected which is why this conversation was so important. Pepe nodded and thought about it for a moment, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer to him until you had your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms resting on his shoulders.
„I wanna see you have fun too. But let’s agree to not do too much, okay?“, he asked gently. He waited for you to nod in agreement before pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose. „Don’t want us to have an argument just because of a challenge“, his big hands caressed your back under the water. After a while you both got out of the water, having spoken some more about your boundaries. You both agreed: no kissing on the lips, boobs, ass, crotch and keep it classy.
As it was getting dark you got ready in the dressing room, putting on soft make up and your outfit. Producers said that the dress code was casual outfits, so you picked out a dark blue denim skirt and a pink halter top that was backless, you paired it up with your sparkly bracelets, rings and necklace stacks, as well as pink vintage Chanel heels. Everyone was excited for the challenge but no one was ready for the drama to unfold.
Everyone sat on the couch around the fire pit, a big heart statue in flames in the background. There was a heart platform in the front where everyone could chose a person to make out with, twerk on or do God knows what. Pepe’s arm was around your waist and your hand rested on his muscular thigh as Iris and TJ were the first to go. Iris went around, kissing and teasing the guys while TJ purposefully leaned in with his lips before pulling back right before anyone could kiss him. Spirits were high and you and Pepe laughed and cheered, even as TJ and Iris chose both of you to come on the heart platform. TJ practically ate your first while Iris did the same to Pepe.
„Oh my God“, you couldn’t help but giggle as Pepe helped you get back up, his face showing amusement. Then it was Amaya‘s and Zak‘s turn. „Go babygirl“, you cheered her on before she unexpectedly sat down on Pepe’s lap but holding your face and pressing her lips against yours. You could only hear screams of excitement from the other islanders, and Pepe and Zak laughing their ass off before they continued smooching everyone off. Then it was your turn. „Let’s go baby“, you said with a giggle, hand in hand with Pepe as you vanished into the dressing room.
„Fuck, you look hot“, Pepe who was dressed as an angel with black wings couldn’t tear his eyes away from your body. Production picked out a playboy bunny costume for you, a black tight bodysuit, fishnet tights, high heels, a bow around your neck and the signature bunny ears. „You look good too, baby“, you said before pressing a kiss against his lips. When you walked out in your costumes everyone started cheering. You were mostly dressed in lighter colors, pink and yellow, but rarely in black, which is why this outfit made everyones eyes widen.
You started on the left side of the couch while Pepe started on the right side. You tried to suppress your giggles as your delivered your one liners but it was difficult to act so sexy and seductive. „Wanna pet the bunny? I promise I’m soft in all the right places“, you said with a little giggle as you put your hands on Ace‘s thighs before pressing one sweet kiss right underneath his ear. Chelley couldn’t stop clapping and laughing at the line because it was so unlike you to flirt so sexy. You could hear Amaya on the right side of the couch laughing as Pepe kissed up her thighs. We made our round before picking Chelley to come to the heart platform.
„Three way kiss?“, you asked Pepe in a small whisper, wanting to go all out for the challenge. Since you were both very good friends with Chelley, neither of you had to worry about hidden agendas or doing too much. „Let’s go“, Pepe said with a deep chuckle before you three got lost in a steamy hot kiss, leaving all of you a little breathless. As you all sat back down, you and Pepe couldn’t stop laughing. Once Andreina and Bryan walked off to get dressed Pepe leaned closer. „Was that good?“, he asked softly in a whispered tone, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with how he acted during the challenge. „Yeah, we‘re good“, you said with a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently.
! ♡ Jealous Pepe, possessiveness, pet names, language switching, rough sex, pussy drunk, unprotected sex, cussing, long chapter ♡ !
! Part 2 ! I didn’t proofread this so just close your eyes when you see a spelling mistake
You were beyond glad that both of you had the talk before going into the challenge. Both of you had been closed off since yesterday, so you didn’t want to do anything to disrespect or hurt him, and Pepe felt the same way. Andreina and Bryan walked out, and Bryan walked straight up to you. You gasped in shock as he suddenly picked you up, sat down next to Pepe, and started hungrily kissing you while his hands were on your hips. You hesitantly reciprocated the kiss, and Bryan noticed that maybe he had been too aggressive with his approach.
“I’m sorry, was that too much?” he asked as you both pulled away. “That was just… out of nowhere,” you said with a breathless laugh. He pressed a small apologetic kiss against your cheek before mumbling a quiet sorry and putting you back down on your seat next to Pepe, who didn’t seem too happy with how roughly Bryan had (accidentally) handled you. “Sorry, bro,” Bryan said, his face softening as he also apologized to Pepe, dapping him up. “All good, bro,” Pepe said with a slightly more relaxed tone. Bryan was a sweetheart, so neither you nor Pepe felt too strongly about it, but you could tell Pepe didn’t like how every guy seemed to take their chance to kiss you.
Austin and Jayden were next, and you took the chance to check on Pepe. “You’re tense, baby, is everything okay?” you asked softly, noticing how he clenched his jaw a little. He turned his face to look at you, and once his brown eyes met your soft ones, he immediately felt himself relax a little. “Don’t worry, angel, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered quietly before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body closer, and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. It was not only to reassure you but also to calm himself down. “I just don’t like how everyone kisses you as if we’re not closed off,” he explained, and you nodded understandingly.
None of the girls kissed Pepe in a way that made you feel any type of way, but the three-way kiss with Iris and TJ, and now Bryan kissing you hungrily, made you understand why he felt a little disrespected by the other guys. “I’m all yours, baby,” you whispered softly just as the next song started and Austin and Jayden put on a hilarious show. This time Austin only gave you handcuffs to spank his ass, which was both amusing and slightly disturbing. At least it put a smile on Pepe’s face.
The rest of the couples’ performances were uneventful, besides Huda shaking and practically putting her ass in Ace’s face, which made everyone’s jaw drop—yours and Pepe’s included—and the energy dampened a little. “Can you smell that?” you asked Pepe before sniffing the air. “Drama,” you answered yourself in a small whisper, which made him try to hold back a laugh.
At one point Ace picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Nooo Pepe,” you squealed with a gasped laugh, holding out your hand for Pepe to take, but Ace was quick to lay you down on the heart platform. He kissed you hungrily, and after a few seconds you tried to dodge it. Instead of giving up, his lips moved down to your neck. You put your hands over your face because you were burning up in embarrassment since you hadn’t expected any of the guys to really go in on you. Once the song ended, you walked back over to Pepe. “I don’t want to kiss anymore, please,” you said with a shocked laugh so everyone could hear you. Everyone laughed, but there was no lie on your end. Your bottom lip was now cracked, and you could taste blood.
“Is it bleeding?” you asked Pepe with a slightly hoarse voice from all the screaming and laughing. His eyes widened a little as he turned to look at you, the frustrated expression now replaced with concern. “It is,” he said, carefully pulling down your bottom lip to see it bleed a little. “Does it hurt, baby?” he asked softly, searching your face for any sign of pain. “A little bit,” you answered. Any time your tongue brushed over it, it stung. “Okay, you guys, no one can kiss her anymore,” Amaya, who sat next to you and was now also inspecting your wounded lip, said out loud.
Pepe was beyond annoyed and angry now. Not only did he feel disrespected by the guys who were kissing his girl like they weren’t closed off, but now you were also hurt, which meant he couldn’t kiss your soft lips until they healed. He wrapped his arm around your body again, pulling you closer so that it was clear to everyone that you were off limits. You leaned your head against his shoulder as the rest of the couples finished the challenge before the results were revealed.
Your heart rate was raised the most by Ace, probably because he almost gave you a heart attack when he threw you over his shoulder. You raised TJ’s, Bryan’s, and Nic’s heart rate the most. Pepe raised Amaya’s and Andreina’s heart rate the most. After the challenge, one of the producers gave you a lip ointment so it could heal faster before you and Pepe scurried off to Soul Ties. “Is it swollen?” you asked Pepe as you laid your head on his bare chest. He hesitated before speaking. “Yeah, it is,” he said after closely looking at your lips again.
“Am I crazy for feeling angry?” Pepe asked after a moment of silence. His big hand gently caressed your back, not only to help you relax but also to calm himself down. “What are you angry about?” you asked softly, tracing the tattoos on his chest. “Everyone knows we’re closed off, but they still kissed you like you’re not mine,” he spoke, a conflicted look on his face. “You’re not crazy for feeling that way,” you answered after a moment of silence. “I didn’t appreciate it either. It’s like they used the opportunity to kiss me as if I’m still open,” you mumbled against his chest.
Pepe sighed and pulled you closer. “I’m gonna talk to them about it,” he said in frustration. “They know you’re mine and they still pulled that. And now you’re hurt.” He clenched his jaw as his grip on you tightened, like he was afraid someone was going to snatch you away from him. To Pepe, it definitely felt like that. If he didn’t make it clear that you were off limits, anyone could just come in and take you away from him. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him gently. “And it doesn’t even hurt that bad,” you lied, but only to make him feel better.
Pepe’s hand involuntarily held you much tighter than usual against him. You have never seen him this pissed off before and you wish you could just take away his frustration. “I don’t want you to feel like this. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?“ you were such a sweet girl, always wanting everyone to be happy and carefree. Pepe’s eyes darkened at your question and he thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, we’re sleeping here tonight,“ he said, deep voice leaving no room for discussion. After you got back to the villa to get unready, Pepe took both of your pillows and blankets and got situated in soul ties.
There you were, traipsing up the stairs bare faced and only wearing your black long shirt that seemed more like a night gown than anything else. “Come here baby,“ his jaw clenched as he saw your outfit. „Why did you want to sleep here?“ you asked softly with that sweet, almost oblivious tone of yours which put a small smirk on his lips. “I’ll show you angel,“ he groaned into your ear as you got under the covers. Pepe didn’t waste a second to get on top of you, gently brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful, princesa,“ he whispered as his lips left soft kisses against your cheek before he crashed his lips against yours.
Pepe pulled the covers over both of you, creating a cozy cocoon of warmth. His lips were hungry and only had one mission: marking your whole body. He sucked and bit on your neck, leaving you gasping and with heart palpitations. “I’m all yours,“ was the only thing on your tongue, repeating it over and over again until he took off the black shirt you were wearing and pulled down your panties, leaving you bare and vulnerable under his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second before showering your already hardened nipples in love and affection, sucking and gently rolling them between his index and middle finger.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, hm princesa?” two of his fingers were checking your pussy, feeling the slick wetness of your cunt which made him go almost feral. “Gotta loosen you up first,” he groaned before going down on you. Your smell and your scent made him feel like he was in heaven. “Mmgh, P- Pepe,” you squirmed underneath him as his wet tongue licked up a fat stripe from your entrance to your already aching clit. “Taste so fucking good,” the vibration of his voice against your wet cunt made your push your hips further against his mouth, which earned your inner thigh a gentle but firm slap.
“Don’t move,” he groaned before diving back in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tongue worked its magic on your bud while his index finger toyed with your entrance, rubbing over it but not going in. You squirmed and whimpered, needing him inside of you and finally after he brought you one sweet orgasm from his tongue alone, Pepe finally pushed his finger in. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before pushing a second finger in, pumping in and out of in a delicious paste. “Fuck, fuck… oh my…,” you were seeing stars behind the lid of your eyes and after giving you two more orgasm it felt like your body was ascending.
“Don’t pass out on me baby. Come on, take my dick like a good girl, hm? You’re my good girl right baby?” your hole was clenching around nothing as his hand gently patted your cheek to keep you conscious and aware of every little touch he gave you. “Your good girl… I’m y’good girl,” you mumbled breathlessly and right then you felt the warm tip of his dick, grazing up and down your entrance. He positioned himself back over you before, without a warning, pushing himself in. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned into the crook of your neck, feeling your tight walls swallow him deeper. “So fucking tight,” he groaned before digging his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck.
This felt nothing like the other few times you’ve been intimate with Pepe. This was primal and raw, nothing could hold him back from taking you until you were marked up for everyone to see. “You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you like this,” he grasped both of your wrists in one hand and held it down over your head. “No one gets to fuck you like this,” it didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar knot in your stomach growing stronger and bigger. “Fuck, fuck…,” you were a mess under his ruthless thrusts, feeling yourself slip deeper and deeper into that blissful submissive headspace.
The sound of flesh clapping against flesh filled the whole yard of the villa, followed by Pepe’s groans. He let go of your wrists before pushing your legs to your chest and hitting that spongy, g spot of yours deeper. “That’s it baby, let them know you’re only mine,” his moans were growing erratic and he could feel the familiar burn in his thighs, but none of that could stop him. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” with a few more thrusts, deep against your g-spot, Pepe had your spongy walls clenching around his dick. “Mierda,” he groaned before he could feel his hot white load spill into your hole. He helped you ride out your high before wiping away the sweat on your forehead. “I’ll remember to ask them for a plan b,” he plopped down on you with a sigh.
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Can you pls write some sweet smut with Pepe? Like y/n is just such a sweet and cute girl that it gives him cuteness aggressions that turns him onnn
𝐘𝐎𝐔 .. 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝙥𝙚𝙥𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . love islander!pepe garcia X love islander!black!fem!reader. ||
+ synopsis. the day began like any other, with lazy lounging and stolen glances, until a water fight turned the villa into havoc; islanders dissolving into kids again. alliances forgotten, new ones forming .. you laughing in his arms, both soaked, hearts pounding. but it’s dinner that undoes him ..
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . .. . lowercase intended! second person reading-perspective. mature language! ‘G’ in ‘God’ is lowercased. another male yearner! unprotected, semi-public, praise, the yummy stuff! wordcount :: 3.9k!++ [ i could’ve done this better, omg ): ]
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . summer, calvin harris! || about you, the 1975 !
SUCH A SIGHT .. THE DEEPEST BROWN EYES
you were lying on a lounger in the thick of the afternoon haze, just beyond the pool, where the sun hit soft and slow through the slats of the pergola. your ankles were crossed at the end, jewellery dragging over each other, toes wiggling absentmindedly, skin warm from hours under the early-july sky. the tattered paperback in your hands looked like it had lived another life before this villa — pages worn, corners curled, spine cracked in the middle like someone once clung to it the way you were now.
you weren’t reading fast. you weren’t even halfway through the chapter. you were the kind of person who lingered — not just on sentences, but meanings. you were big on annotating; colored post-its, pens, markers, but you had nothing on standby. and it was obvious in the way you read: thumb resting in place, eyes still, mind somewhere far away. you turned each page like it might bruise if handled wrong.
your mermaid-braids were up, tied loosely with a ribbon you'd found at the bottom of your suitcase. a single curl had slipped down, trailing along your temple in that soft, feather-light way that always seemed to catch his eye. the way the wind teased it made it look alive — like the breeze itself couldn’t resist touching you.
pepe was in the pool with the boys, arms draped over the edge, water glinting off his broad shoulders. laughter echoed behind him — boys talking in half-jokes, half-shouts, the way they always did when production gave a film break. but pepe wasn't really listening.
his eyes were on you. always you.
they kept drifting .. like a compass needle that couldn’t help but point north.
he’d glance away, then back again. watch your fingers tuck the page into place. watch the way your mouth pressed softly into a line, thinking. the way your brows drew together — barely, just a flicker — when something heavy passed through the paragraph and into you.
that was when it hit him — right in the chest, low and quiet and full.
it wasn’t desire, not exactly. it wasn’t lust, not the kind that made his breath catch or his pulse race. it was something gentler. you were way too cute.
and he wanted to climb out of the pool, cross the deck, and kneel next to you — just to press his lips to that tiny crease between your brows and smooth it away with his thumb.
something in that moment — you reading, unaware, feeling something he couldn’t see — hurt a little. not because you were far. not even because he didn’t understand it.
but because you were so deep inside your own head, so fully wrapped in your own quiet world, that he couldn’t reach you — not without disturbing it.
and the way you existed like that, self-contained and soft, made him feel something almost unbearable. like being witness to a secret too beautiful to speak aloud.
so he gripped the edge of the pool tighter. fingers curling over the concrete. jaw locked, gaze low.
he didn’t say why. wouldn’t know how to explain it even if someone asked.
but in that sun-warmed silence, with your dress slipping just off your knee and your mind somewhere between chapters .. you looked more like a painting than a black womam.
it was ridiculous, really .. how something as simple as the curve of your ankle, the slope of your spine as you leaned forward just a bit, could make his body ache. not in that brash, teenage way he used to feel. this was different. lower. slower. it bloomed in his stomach and settled behind his eyes, pulling a quiet sound out of the back of his throat he didn’t let anyone hear.
he looked away again for half a second just to breathe — just to remember how to.
but even with his gaze cast toward the sky, you were still behind his eyes.
pepe ducked under water .. he needed to cool off. he needed to buy himself a minute of calm because he could feel himself reacting, and not in a way he wanted the other boys to see. not in a way he could talk about.
because what was he supposed to say?
that the way you held a book made his stomach flip?
that the soft line of your throat, the shape of your mouth, your knuckles brushing your chin — turned him on more than anything he’d seen?
that he was hard now, half-hiding it in the water, praying the breeze didn’t die down, praying no one called his name, praying you didn’t suddenly look up and smile — because that would ruin him entirely.
underwater, pepe closed his eyes. let the weight press in on his body. let the ache settle. but it didn’t go away.
and when he surfaced, eyes burning from the chlorine, you were still there. still perfect. still so completely unaware of what you were doing to him.
.. you looked up then. finally.
just a glance. a warm blink. a hint of a smile — not a big one, just enough to soften your whole face. and in that single second, pepe felt his entire body go tense again.
his fingers clenched against the pool wall. his breath left him in a slow exhale. and then you dropped your gaze back to the page, lips pressed together gently, eyes scanning the lines like nothing had happened. like you hadn’t just pulled a string inside him so tight it nearly snapped.
pepe was so focused, so consumed, he didn’t see it coming. didn’t even register the sound of footsteps. didn’t hear the low chuckle or the slosh of water near the opposite end of the pool.
it wasn’t until the blast of cold water hit him straight in the face, hard and sudden and violent, that he snapped back to reality. “ayooo!” he had gasped, jolting backward like he’d been punched, wiping his eyes, sputtering. “what the f-?”
parked right in front of him at the edge of the pool, smug as can be, were nic and ace, armed with two of the biggest water-guns in the villa. bright orange and hot pink in design. loaded to capacity. too late to get more sprays off, olandria; with the water balloons, and chelly; with a bedazzled squirt-bazooka had been rushing in to pepe’s defense.
amaya swooped in right after. “pep! hurry! which one?!” she’d been smiling from ear to ear, a giggling mess and dripping in chilled water, presenting two spray weapons. pistols, one baby pink and the other a dark purple. both with what looked to be a drop of water within. smaller than amaya’s palms, no doubt kiddie in his.
just when pepe grabbed the purple water-gun, amaya shrieked as a water balloon exploded against the side of her hip. and huda, with a double nozzle sprayer, retaliated, shooing off iris — amaya quickly took cover, diving animatedly behind a recliner.
the entire villa had been transformed into a battleground. balloons were flying, flip-flops were lost, shrieks of betrayal, the usual poolside calm had been gone.
pepe didn’t join right away .. he stayed floating there, blinking water out of his lashes, trying to get a comfortable hold on the purple pistol. his gaze shifted then, and he watched you jump up from where you were resting — drenched from chris’ bucket toss ( don’t worry, your book was not hit! ).
he wiped a hand down his face and just like that, you disappeared. vanished into thin air. like you’d dissolved in the spray, in the heat, in the sparkle of sound around him.
pepe blinked once, twice — then stilled. his body turned, lazy and deliberate, as if by moving slowly he might spot the corner of your dress fluttering. but all he saw were streaks of color .. too many racing bodies, none of them you.
pepe spun a little more, sifting through movement with that same quiet pull of devotion he didn’t fully understand. not frantic, not yet.
he turned again.
and again.
a crease formed between his brows, small but intent.
it was absurd .. how badly he wanted to see you again after only seconds. how fast the energy in his limbs, in his chest, shifted from playful to needing. you had slipped out of his arms like water — and now, in the middle of all this, he couldn’t feel you anywhere.
until —
THWACK.
cold. sudden. a bright splash across his back.
pepe jolted forward from the impact, half-cursing under his breath, teeth clenching against the shock of water exploding over his spine.
and then .. your laugh; sharp, musical, guilty.
he spun to find you standing up above — grinning like you’d gotten away with a crime, arms already fidgety like you were ready to run again.
your braids were down, cascading over your shoulders beautifully. your hands still wet from the throw. a smile tugged hard at your lips.
and god.
there you were.
found again.
his whole body exhaled, but his mouth curved up slow, like the ache of missing you had been replaced by something equally dangerous.
desire. delight. relief.
you cocked a brow, playful and sweet — and then bolted .. pepe launched himself out of the water in one smooth motion and took off after you, heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with balloons or revenge.
just you.
always you.
you didn’t even try to run when he appeared. pepe rounded the corner, eyes scanning, curls dripping, water trailing down his abdomen. and the second he saw you — half-tucked behind the green, smiling like you’d won — his mouth curved, slow and certain.
he didn’t say anything.
just walked toward you.
pepe landed into your space and you let him, back pressing gently to the leafy wall behind you .. water dripped from you and him in little rivers, pooling around. your chest rose and fell fast. so did his. and for a second, you both just breathed. pepe was looking at you like you were something fragile and necessary all at once. his brows were pinched with a tenderness that almost hurt, and a smile played faintly at his lips — the kind that didn’t need to be wide to be full.
.. and in that moment, you could’ve stayed like that forever. hidden, humming, half-drenched and half-dreaming. but the universe, or at least chris, had other plans. “found ‘em!” a water balloon arced over the banana leaves and smashed into the hedge just above pepe’s shoulder — cold and bursting, the splash catching both your faces in a sharp sting.
you and pepe flinched at the same time — a matching wince, his arm instinctively coming up to shield you even though it was already over.
then came the laughter. yours first, bubbling and messy, his a second later, lower and warm, like it spilled from the pit of his stomach.
you didn’t wait. still laughing, still breathless, you reached down and snatched pepe’s hand, fingers slick but solid, and pulled him with you, away from the ambush. taylor and iris had already armed themselves with more balloons and were lobbing it over with wild aim.
another spray — this one from someone on your left — sent a fine mist across your shoulder and pepe’s arm. he squeezed your hand tighter, laughing now, deep and a little winded. but his gaze never left you. even when you both ducked under the swinging towel amaya was using as a shield, he kept glancing at you like you were the center of it all.
and then — the pool. just ahead. clear and waiting, a glittering stretch of blue beyond the noise. you slowed just enough to breathe and he pulled you with him, a fast, reckless tug ..
SPLASH!
dinner had been set out on the long villa table — grilled vegetables, seafood skewers, little tapas-style plates shared between hands and laughter. olandria had thrown on music, just low enough to vibe with, and the sky overhead was now a deep navy velvet, scattered with stars. and warm lights hung above the table, strung from palm to palm, casting everything in a soft golden blur.
you’d taken your time getting ready — not on purpose, but the day had clung to your skin; chlorine and heat. you needed the reset. and you gave it to yourself: a long shower, a little oil on your skin, some liner and gloss, and your braids styled up off your face in a way that felt both soft and you.
you slipped into a long, white halter dress, something silky and backless, and when you walked outside toward the dinner table — laughter already spilling out — the conversation hit a slight hiccup.
and pepe saw you first.
he was mid-sentence when his words just .. fell. mouth parted. his eyes dragged down from your updid braids to the curve of your shoulders, the glow on your collarbones, the way your dress moved like water.
“.. mierda ..” pepe’s chair scraped as he stood up. “are you serious right now?” like he had to make sure you were real. his face cracked into the softest smile. “you’re too perfect,” mumbles under his breath. he pulled a chair out for you and then settled beside you — closer than ever before.
his leg brushed yours under the table. his hand slid to the back of your seat. every few minutes, he glanced at you again, like he still couldn’t get enough. “you are so gorgeous.” was the start of something serious. because throughout the entire dinner, between bites and stories and refills of wine, he kept stealing looks and brushing compliments against your skin. whispered under his breath, or full volume when someone called him out. like it physically pained him not to adore you out loud.
his hands were active; gripping and squishing at your thighs, dancing and tracing along your shoulder, twirling around a loose boho-curl. and by the end of the night, everyone was full, glowing that post water-war glow, and stretched out in their chairs, pepe was still staring at you like you’d just walked out for the first time.
his hand had drifted to the back of your chair again, his thumb grazing a fallen braid like he was curious if you’d want it returned to the bun or left alone. pepe leaned in to ask if you were warm enough .. ‘mhmm.’ then, if you wanted more of the grilled corn .. ‘i’m done. yup. forreal this time.’
you were always beautiful. so unbelievably beautiful. and you knew that. but tonight? you were a problem. and everytime you met his gaze, he looked like he was falling in love all over again .. like he could take a bite out of your cuteness. the corners of his eyes crinkled softly like he was holding back a thousand things he could say and choosing instead to just look at you.
you groaned softly, hiding your face in your hands. “you are bein’ so dramatic. ohmygoshh.” pepe grinned and leaned in gently, sliding his fingers beneath your wrists and easing your hands down. “no,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “you just don’t know how hard you’re hittin’ me right’now.” his voice was deep, thick with affection. no teasing in it now. just truth.
around you, the dinner table had started to unravel — chairs scraping quietly against stone, sandals scuffing as islanders drifted back into the villa to brush their teeth, change, sneak off for chats by the fire pit. the night was winding down in soft, sleepy pieces. “don’t go to bed yet. please ..”
and pepe tilted his head slightly toward the side garden. “come, bebé,” he said, accent slipping lightly over the two words — rich and velvet-smooth. “i wanna look at you a little longer.”
and you followed him down a narrow, stone-lined path lit with even more fairy lights strung overhead. the glow a muted honey yellow, barely enough to see by, but it made everything feel smaller. more hidden. more yours.
pepe guided you past the trellis until the path opened into a small alcove — part of the villa, technically, but no pairing had used it in a long while. it was mostly overlooked, half-shaded during the day, hidden behind hanging vines and the big flowering bush that always rustled when the breeze rolled through.
a cushioned love-sofa lined the area, and a low fire bowl crackled nearby, throwing soft warmth into the air.
he sat first, and then reached for you.
no words. no questions. just a quiet tug at your wrist. gentle and loving. his fingers barely curved around yours, and yet it carried so much weight. you didn’t ask.
and your body moved before your thoughts caught up — knee brushing the cushion, the silk of your dress slipping against your thighs, the soft sigh of fabric giving way as he guided you effortlessly over his lap. straddling him. face to face.
pepe’s hands settled at your hips like they belonged there, and your own found his shoulders, anchoring. his legs adjusted under you — steady, wide, grounding — and your breath caught in your throat.
he just looked up at you with something that shimmered like reverence, like quiet hunger carefully folded into tenderness. his thumbs brushed slow circles at your waist, like something inside him was straining at the leash.
and your hips shifted, barely — but enough. enough to feel the way he caught his breath. “mierda, mierda,” he whispered, voice suddenly thicker. “n-no. you can’t move like that, bebé.” pepe’s grip at your waist tightened instinctively, pulling you just a little closer, until your chest brushed his. he looked up at you like the world had gone quiet — like nothing else existed except the two of you.
you tilted your head, breath ghosting his. “i was getting comfortable ..” a sweet lie, pepe knew. his mouth twitched into a knowing smirk, eyes flicking down as his fingers traced lower, palms gliding over the curve of your thighs, anchoring at your hips like he needed to feel every part of you.
then one hand slid up again — slow, intentional — until his fingers wrapped gently around your neck. not tight. just enough to hold you there. still. close. his thumb brushed the underside of your jaw, and his voice dropped. “yeah?” he murmured. “how’re you feelin’ now, bebé?”
his hip rolled up into yours. it wasn’t fast. it wasn’t rough. just one slow, deliberate thrust that had your breath catching and your nails digging a little deeper into his shoulders. you felt everything. the solid press of him beneath you, the way his thighs tensed beneath your own, the quiet groan he tried to swallow but couldn’t fully contain — like holding back was getting harder by the second.
“pepe -“ you breathed, a whisper that barely made it out.
his hand stayed at your neck, thumb stroking lightly under your jaw as his other arm curled tighter around your waist, keeping you flushed against him. “mm?” his eyes were darker now, half-lidded, gaze pinned to your mouth like it was pulling him under.
he didn’t have to say anything else. his body was saying it for him — slow, pressing heat rising between you, the tension stretching tight and trembling like the last second before a storm.
and then he did it again — another smooth thrust upward, firmer this time .. the outline of his hardened cock dragging against your panties. “ay, dios ..” he muttered and the sigh that left your lips turned into something closer to a moan, and his responding smile was slow, satisfied, shameless.
pepe’s mouth caught yours in a kiss that started tender and slow, but deepened too quickly — urgency threaded with awe. his hand slipped just under the hem of your dress, his fingertips found the bare skin of your thighs and kneaded, possessively. “tell me if it’s too much .. too fast ..” he whispered into your mouth.
you gave a soft nod and felt his grin.
pepe’s hands moved over you like a promise .. he eased the silk higher, inch by inch, revealing more of you in the soft light. his touch was careful, worshipful. like every part of you was delicate and deserving. and still — his palms were firm enough to remind you just how much he wanted you. “prettiest i’ve ever seen ..”
you didn’t rush. he didn’t rush .. at all. pepe was so careful and attentive, kissing every bit of skin. he paused, every single time, to ask softly, ‘this okay?’ before going further. and the way you kept saying ‘yes’, because nothing had ever felt more right than this.
and when he eased into you .. it wasn’t rushed.
it was breath held and released all at once. it was his hands cupping your waist as if grounding himself. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding tight. the slow, careful rhythm he set — hips rolling up into you, pulling low, broken sounds from your throat as you moved with him.
a breathy little sigh. “bebé ..” pepe gulped, basking in the feel of your wetness. your warmth .. it was suffocating. “n-not gonna lastt -“ he cooed, feeling the crazed repetitive throb of his tip accelerate. pepe’s eyes fluttered and his head lolled back softly, hands still lazily guiding your body up and down.
you cupped your hands over his cheeks. then, softly, sweetly, you pressed a kiss to the slope of his nose. “i love you ..” you whimpered, like a secret. like a truth that had been living in your chest for days, maybe weeks .. aching to be said aloud. and it was immediate — the butterflies. a wild, dizzying flutter in his belly and his ribs and his throat. like saying it unlocked something. like everything inside of you just leapt toward him, unafraid.
pepe’s eyes snapped open. blow pupils. lips wavering. a kind of breathless disbelief coloring his whole face.
you watched it hit him in real time — that moment where someone heard something they’ve longed for but never wanted to force. you could see it all across his expression: the shock, the softness, the stunned, radiant joy trying to catch up.
pepe didn’t ask you to say it again. because he knew what he heard — and he didn’t want to risk the magic of the moment by asking for a replay. instead, he just looked at you like you had handed him the entire world, like you had cracked open your chest and given him something too precious for words.
“c’mere.” pepe held you in place — wiggling his hips, burying inch after inch. your mouth dropped, but nothing left .. too stunned to speak. you gasped cutely instead, fingers digging into his biceps for balance, your thighs trembling dangerously. “shhhhh,” he murmured, mouth grazing your jaw. “i’ve got you, bebé. i’ve got you.”
and when your hips stuttered, and your head fell forward onto his shoulder, his arms tightened again, holding you together, riding it out with you .. every pulse, every tremble, every quiet sound you made against his skin. “that’s it,” he whispered, breath hot in your ear. “that’s my pretty girl.”
“mierdaaaa ..” pepe whined into your neck repeatedly, taking a moment to swallow before he was shooting inside your clenching hole, his entire body locking and tensing.
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Casa amor was finally ending and all the girls came back to the villa. Now it was time for a big recoupling and you were nervous to say the least. „He’s obsessed with you, don’t worry babe“, said Chelley. „Pepe would be a big fat idiot if he chose anyone else“, Iris reassured. Despite the uplifting words from your girls, the new twist to casa amor gave you a tummy ache. Everyone was forced to couple up, and everyone was coming back. Seeing him walk in with a beautiful blond on his arms made you suck in your breath, until he stood on your heart to couple up with you again. „Please reveal your board“, Ariana said and as soon as Pepe saw his name, he was attached to your hip the whole night.
„Where were you, pretty girl? I missed you all day“, Pepe wrapped his arm around you from behind, his face immediately nuzzling into your shoulder. It was the next day and after the drama that took place yesterday, you unfortunately didn’t have much time to talk to him. „I was with Olandria… it really shook her up with the whole situation yesterday“, you said softly, since Taylor picking Clarke was a shock to everyone, not just her. „Mhmm“, he mumbled absentmindedly, his big hand finding your bare stomach, that wasn’t covered by your pink dior bikini. „You’re so sweet angel“, you couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his other big arm around you neck, holding you in a gentle chokehold.
„Fuck… you smell…“, Pepe took a moment to sniff your neck, a small sigh escaping his lips. „So delicious“, he added. He pressed his front tighter against your back and it wasn’t difficult to guess that the hardness you felt against your ass was from Pepe. „Thank you“, heat creeped up into your cheek and your pussy started tingling. He rubbed his growing erection against your ass, not caring if the cameras were picking up the very intimate moment. „Missed you so much sweet girl“, he groaned into your ears. „I missed you too“, you whispered softly as you leaned further against him. „Fuck baby… you drive me so crazy… need you now“, he whispered deeply into your ears, which made goosebumps cover every inch of your soft skin.
„Come ‘ere“, he mumbled before picking you up bridal style without a hint of struggle before carrying you over to the bathroom before locking the door. Pepe didn’t waste a second before groping and squeezing your ass, letting his lips and tongue explore your body with so much desire and neediness that it almost knocked the breath out of you. He was addicted to you, to your body, to all the sweet sounds you made for him, and now that you were back in his arms after casa amor, he was going to show you just how much he was obsessed with you. „Lemme take that off baby… let me see your body“, he whispered as he gently untied your bikini until your soft body was on full display for him. Pepe didn’t waste a second to attach his lips onto your already hardened nipples, sucking and kissing them until you moaned so softly.
„Is this okay my angel? Can I taste you?“, he asked as he got down on his knees, his big hands holding your hips as he looked up at you, his pupils blown out from desire. As you nodded softly, he gently caressed your hips. „Use your words baby, tell me how much you want me“, he kissed your lower stomach, having to put so much energy and strength into taking it slow with you, since this would be the first time you’d both be intimate with each other. „Want you so bad, baby… please“, you said breathlessly, looking down at him with your big, beautiful eyes. Pepe sighed shakily as he took a moment to collect himself, before pressing gentle kisses on your pubic mound, slowly working his way down until he could smell you.
His grey sweatpants did nothing to conceal how hard he was from hearing and smelling you. He carefully placed your leg over his shoulder to admire your already glistening cunt and it took everything in him not to eat you up whole. His tongue licked up your clit, and you visibly shuddered while moaning so sweetly for him. „I’m gonna take care of you pretty girl, just relax“, he groaned against your aching core before eating you out like a man starved. He swirled his tongue around your clit and sucked on it while one hand was holding your leg up, giving it a gentle squeeze. Every moan of his send shivers up your spine until you came not once, not twice, but three times.
Your thighs felt like jello and he could sense that it was difficult for you to stand. He wiped away the juices you had left around his mouth before standing up. „That… that… so good“, you only managed to mutter breathlessly, feeling like you just ran a marathon. „Mierda. Qué bonita“, he wrapped his big arms around your body, before pressing kisses all around your face until your breathing calmed down. „Let’s get you cleaned up“, he carried you into the shower stall to wash off the juices that dripped down your thighs and also to take care of his… big problem. Of course he didn’t let you lift a single finger, but you would never complain about entertaining him with kisses while he finally gave himself some sweet release.