#robertboydholbrook

pairing: boyd holbrook x reader

word count: 2071

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It had been a while since Boyd Holbrook left for filming in another country. Weeks had turned into months, and with every passing day, Y/N found herself feeling the weight of the distance between them. At first, the texts and calls had been enough to bridge the gap. But as time wore on, the little things started to unravel. Boyd's new role in a big-budget film was requiring more of his time, and the new cast, a stunning co-star with a reputation for flirting, only added to her insecurities.

Y/N tried to keep herself busy, working on her own projects, catching up with friends, but it wasn’t the same. There were moments when she would scroll through her phone, seeing pictures of Boyd with his co-star, and the knots in her stomach would tighten. Today was one of those moments. Boyd had posted an image of him with her—his co-star—at an event they had attended together. They were standing close, smiling with their arms around each other.

It wasn’t a big deal, Y/N tried to convince herself. It wasn’t anything more than just a picture. But the way the co-star had leaned into Boyd, the look in her eyes, the way her hand rested on his chest, set something off inside Y/N. She couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy creeping up on her.

Unable to sit still, Y/N grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked it. She found Boyd’s contact and hit the call button.

Boyd was in the middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed, the name of his long-time girlfriend flashing on the screen. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled, his thoughts instantly drifting to her. He quickly excused himself from the conversation, stepping out of the room to answer.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Y/N’s voice cracked, a mix of frustration and hurt in her tone. “Boyd... What the hell is going on?”

Boyd furrowed his brow, walking down the hallway to find a quieter space. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“Why are you letting her get so close to you?” Y/N snapped. “I saw the picture with your co-star. You were practically cuddling her, Boyd! What the hell?”

Boyd’s chest tightened. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that the jealousy was part of the distance that had begun to grow between them, but he never thought it would come to this. He had always reassured Y/N that there was nothing to worry about, but now, her voice—laced with hurt and anger—made him feel helpless.

“Babe, please... it’s not what you think. She’s just a co-star, nothing more. You know I’d never—”

“You don’t get it, Boyd! She’s flirting with you!” Y/N interrupted, her voice rising. “And you're just letting it happen! You don’t even see it, do you?”

Boyd’s heart sank. He had seen the tension, the way his co-star had been overly friendly with him, but he never once entertained the idea of anything happening. He was in love with Y/N, had been since high school. They had been through so much together, and this distance was already difficult enough without the added strain of suspicion.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he said gently, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re my girl. I’ve always been loyal to you. She’s just... part of the job, okay? It doesn’t mean anything.”

But Y/N wasn’t listening. Her voice cracked, a sob escaping as she continued, “I don’t want to be with someone who makes me feel like this, Boyd. You’re never here, and when you are, it’s like you’re not even really here. You’re always so busy with her, and I’m just... I’m just here, waiting for you to come back, to see me, to remember me.”

Boyd’s stomach dropped. He hated hearing her like this. He couldn’t stand it. She had every right to feel hurt, but he needed her to understand.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like that. I’ve been trying my best to balance everything, but I never meant to make you feel second. You’re my priority, always,” Boyd said, his voice soft and reassuring. “You have to know that.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Boyd could hear Y/N trying to compose herself, the sound of her breathing shaky. The tension between them was unbearable. Finally, she whispered, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Boyd. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

Boyd felt a pang in his chest, the words cutting deeper than he expected. He knew he had taken Y/N for granted, assuming that no matter how far apart they were, their bond would hold strong. But now, with the doubt settling between them, he realized how much he had been neglecting her needs, her feelings.

“I’m coming home,” Boyd said quickly, the decision firm in his mind. “I’ll be on the first flight back. Just wait for me, okay? We’ll talk, and I’ll make this right. I promise.”

But before Y/N could respond, the call ended. Boyd stood there for a moment, staring at his phone. He had to fix this. He couldn’t lose her over something so trivial, something that should have never been an issue in the first place.

The flight felt like it took forever. Boyd spent the entire time restless, consumed with worry. His mind raced with thoughts of how he would fix things, how he could make it up to Y/N. He had messed up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he couldn’t let this slip away. She was the one. She had always been the one.

When he finally arrived home, Boyd rushed out of the airport and into a cab, all he could think about was getting to her. He knew she had every right to be upset, but he wasn’t prepared for how badly it hurt to see her in so much pain.

When he arrived at their apartment, he didn’t even bother with the key. He knocked frantically on the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, and there she was. Y/N, wearing one of his hoodies, her eyes red from crying. Boyd’s heart ached at the sight of her, but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Boyd whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for you to feel like this.”

Y/N stiffened for a moment but then slowly relaxed into his embrace, her hands clutching the fabric of his hoodie as she sniffled.

“I... I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she murmured. “You’re so far away, and it feels like I’m losing you.”

Boyd gently pulled back, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His hands cupped her face, and he gazed into her eyes with a raw intensity. “You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot. I’ve been so focused on work, on everything else, that I forgot what’s important. You are what matters to me. I love you. And I will prove it to you, every day.”

Y/N’s lips trembled, but she didn’t say anything. Boyd leaned in and kissed her forehead, then softly kissed her lips, his hands holding her gently, as if she might break. He was desperate to make her feel secure, to show her that there was nothing in this world that would make him leave her.

After a long moment, Y/N pulled away, her eyes still wet with tears. “I don’t know how to trust you anymore, Boyd. You don’t understand how hard this has been for me. I can’t just pretend like everything’s fine.”

Boyd swallowed hard, the weight of her words heavy on his chest. He nodded slowly. “I get it. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. Just don’t give up on us. Please.”

Y/N looked at him, her gaze searching, before she finally nodded. “I’m not giving up on us, Boyd. But you need to show me that you’re still here. That you’re still... ours.”

Boyd’s heart swelled with relief. He knew this wouldn’t be easy, but he was ready to put in the work. He would show her, prove to her, that she was his everything.

And as they stood there, in the quiet of their apartment, Boyd knew that he would never let her go again. Not now, not ever.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of apologies and reassurances. Boyd was a man of his word. He canceled the rest of his filming schedule, returning home to Y/N. He spent every waking moment with her, showering her with affection, showering her with gifts, and most importantly, showering her with his attention. He made an effort to be present, to truly be there for her, to listen to her fears and insecurities.

He took her on long walks in the park, holding her hand tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He cooked her favorite meals, filling their apartment with the comforting aroma of home. He spent hours curled up on the couch with her, watching old movies, their bodies pressed together, the silence between them filled with a comfortable intimacy.

Y/N, initially hesitant and guarded, slowly began to thaw. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine remorse in his voice. She saw the effort he was making to reconnect with her, to rebuild the trust that had been so fragile.

One evening, as they were lying in bed, Y/N turned to him, her eyes searching his. "I'm still scared, Boyd," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if it happens again? What if you go back to work, and you forget about me again?"

Boyd pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "I won't let that happen," he promised, his voice firm. "I've learned my lesson. I won't let anything come between us again."

He paused, his gaze intense. "I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. But I also know that I love you more than anything in the world. You are my everything, Y/N. You always have been, and you always will be."

Y/N felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I love you too, Boyd. More than words can say."

As the weeks turned into months, the shadow of doubt that had hung over their relationship began to fade. They communicated openly and honestly, sharing their fears and insecurities with each other. They made a conscious effort to spend quality time together, to cherish every moment they had.

Boyd found new ways to keep in touch with Y/N while he was away on location. He sent her constant updates, silly videos, and even a few love letters. He made an effort to schedule regular video calls, making her feel connected to him even when he was thousands of miles away.

Y/N, in turn, learned to trust him again. She saw the changes he had made, the effort he was putting in to maintain their relationship. She saw the love in his eyes, the unwavering devotion in his heart.

One evening, as they were enjoying a quiet dinner at home, Boyd surprised Y/N with a small velvet box. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Boyd..."

He took her hand, his voice trembling slightly. "Y/N, I know we've been through a lot, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. You are the most amazing woman I know. You are my best friend, my confidante, my love. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. She nodded, speechless, her heart overflowing with joy. Boyd slipped the ring onto her finger, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Boyd Holbrook x f!reader

Summary: Boyd recently proposed to you and takes you out to the place you went to on your first date in between breaks while shooting Narcos season 2 in Colombia. You decide to change into something revealing while he goes to the store and things get heated in the car.

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, slight edging, oral (M receiving), praise, fingering

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic here on Tumblr so I hope you all enjoy! I'd like to thank @metallicames for the help!

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The engagement is still fresh in everyone's mind that you and Boyd have told, and it's earned text after text and call after call from family members from both sides of his and your family, showering you in congratulations overwhelmingly but it always makes you both smile.

What you don't know is that Boyd has a plan in his head to make you smile even more. As you're sitting on the couch in the hotel you and him are staying at while he's filming, watching some random Colombian channel on the TV until you see Boyd walk into the living room as he locks the door to the hotel room.

"Hey, gorgeous." Boyd speaks to you with a handsome smile on his face as he places the keys on the counter then comes and sits on the couch next to you.

"Hey, handsome." You reply with the same smile before Boyd leans in and presses a tender kiss on your lips, pulling away after a few seconds.

"Anything interesting that you're watching?" He asks as he leans back on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

"Nah not really. Just random stuff." You reply as you lean your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. "How was today's shoot?"

"Not too bad. Nothing too hard on the body." Boyd chuckles as he presses a kiss on the top of your head, still cuddling you.

You sigh in content until you hear your phone ding from a notification, causing you to reach for your phone and checking what caused to make the screen light up. As you turn your phone back on, you can't help but chuckle to see what it was. Boyd looks at you with slight amusement and curiosity as to why you're chuckling.

"What is it?" He asks as he looks down at the screen to see what it was.

You show him the screen with an amused smile on your face, tilting my phone towards him to show him the reason why you're chuckling.

"It's your dad." You reply, showing him the text that Boyd's dad sent to you. It says: "Congratulations on your engagement. Welcome to the family, Y/n" It is also sent with a GIF of an animal dancing with a party hat on.

As Boyd reads the text, he lets out one of those cute chuckles that sounds like someone is starting up a helicopter.

"Of course my dad would send something like that." He chuckles once again, making your stomach flutter from the sound before he rests your phone back on the coffee table in front of you.

He stays sitting on the edge of the couch and looks at you with a grin.

"I've got a surprise for you. Dress comfortably." He keeps the grin on his face before he kisses your cheek, climbing to his feet and heads towards the bathroom.

You raise an eyebrow, but you don't question it so you climb to your feet and pad your way over to the bedroom, closing the door and opening the closer doors to find something pretty but also comfortable. After a while of fighting with your own head for what to wear, you pick out a blouse with some tight jeans. As you're about to close the doors, your eyes land on a piece of lingerie, making you smirk slightly and grabbing that also.

You quickly change, putting on your lingerie and then the blouse and jeans. You quickly check yourself out in the mirror before you grab a pair of shoes, sliding them on as well as applying some deodorant under your arms and tidying up your hair to make it look nice before you exit the bedroom, waiting for Boyd to finish getting ready.

After five minutes, Boyd appears out of the bathroom wearing a black button-up shirt and jeans, also wearing the same brown jacket he wears for his role for when he's shooting. His eyes immediately landing on you, drinking you in with an affectionate gaze.

"You look stunning, baby." Boyd says as he approaches you, eyeing you up and down.

"And you look very handsome." You reply as you smile at him, making him smile back.

"Shall we hit the road?" He asks, grabbing his car keys, phone and wallet.

You nod, grabbing your purse and standing with him as he finishes up.

He offers his hand to you for him to hold, so you accept and slide your hand into his, feeling how small your hands are compared to his. He unlocks the hotel room door, opening it as he guides you out of the room, following close behind you as he still has your hand in his.

You and Boyd make your way to his car, and you climb into the passenger seat, Boyd following suit as he climbs into the driver's seat and turning on the car, the engine roaring to life as he reverses out of the parking lot and driving towards the location.

"Where are we going?" You ask in curiosity, your hand still in his.

"Just wait and see." He grins as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other still holding your petite hand.

You can't help but roll your eyes in amusement as you watch outside the window, noticing the city lights illuminating yours and Boyd's faces as he drives from one side of the city to the other.

After 10 minutes, you arrive at a familiar sightseeing place. Boyd unclicks his seatbelt and walks over to your side, opening the door for you, making you smile at him in appreciation as he holds your hand and you both make your way to the lookout peering over the view of the city. Boyd gently lets go of your hand as you both hold onto the rails, watching the city in the distance. The memories of your first date with Boyd floods back into your mind, almost reliving the memories in this very second from Boyd's first move to your first kiss, which he notices you deep in thought.

"Hey." Boyd says softly, trying to get your attention.

You snap out of thought, looking at him. "Yeah?"

"What're you thinking about?" He asks.

"Just our first date." You reply, your mind still lingering on the past.

He smiles as the memories come back to him too. He decides to get your attention one last time.

"Hey." He repeats, wanting you to look at him.

You immediately do so, to which Boyd gently holds your chin up with the side of his forefinger, your gazes meeting. As soon as your eyes meet his, he leans in and gently captures your lips in a soft kiss, making your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back. His hand drifts to the back of your head while he keeps kissing you, cradling your head.

He gently runs his tongue across your bottom lip, which eventually pushes his tongue in between your lips, seeking out your tongue. After you both use your tongues once, he ends the kiss by pulling away slightly and then giving you one last peck on the lips. As you both pull away, it then hits you that this is exactly how he kissed you on your first date.

After some time, you are back in the car after spending your time at the lookout, driving to the 24 hour store to grab some last minute things while you're out of the house. Boyd pulls into the store's parking lot and turns off the car, but he doesn't know about the lingerie that's underneath your clothes.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in with me?" Boyd asks as he's standing outside the driver's seat door, peering into the open window with his arms crossed against the sill of the window.

"I'm sure, but I'll help you put the groceries away once you come back out." You assure him.

He nods and taps his hand on the sill of the door window before he turns around and heads inside of the store. Now it was your chance to show off to him. As you check one last time to see if he's completely gone, you take off your blouse and your jeans, straightening your hair and the lacy bra that comes with the lingerie, making sure that you look presentable but sexy. Once you have done so, you sit back and wait for Boyd to come back.

After ten minutes, you see Boyd approaching with two bags in his hands, so you check yourself over one last time before you adjust the seat, sitting in a seductive way so he can see you easier. Once he is close enough, he sees you in your full beauty, making his breathing almost stop and he tenses up, his eyes wide with surprise. As he keeps looking at you, he stumbles over his own words as he tries to talk.

"Baby...what..." He stutters as he tries to wrap his head around the sight before his own eyes. Suddenly, his jeans feel very tight on him, showing that he's already getting hard at the sight.

Before he tries anything, he quickly walks over to the trunk, opening it and almost throwing the grocery bags into the trunk before closing it, immediately struggling to open the front door, but he eventually opens it, climbing in and sitting down, adjusting his jeans so that his boner doesn't rub against the front of his jeans.

He runs his hand over the tent in his jeans, trying to calm himself, but he can't, the sight of you next to him is affecting him even more than it should be. While he's sitting there fighting for his own sanity, you sit there with a small grin, clearly loving the fact that he's blushing, flustered and clearly turned on.

"Hey, baby." You say with the same grin plastered onto your face, wanting to tease him but you both know how far that'll get you.

Before he can reply, you lean in, making him lean in too to kiss you, the kiss hungry and almost sloppy. Boyd opens his legs, manspreading widely as he adjusts the seat he's in and moving back as he rests his free hand on your hip, coaxing you to climb onto his lap.

Before he can do anything, you're already on his lap, your stocking covered thighs rest on either side of him, straddling him as you immediately feel his erection against your womanhood, desperate to take him without caring about people still walking the streets at this time of night. He coaxes your lips to take his tongue into your mouth, which you let him do, then you do the same for him.

As you both make out, he slowly moves his hips to get his covered cock to grind against you, to feel your womanhood that's trapped underneath your denim shorts and panties. While you keep kissing, he runs his fingertips down your abdomen, seeking out the waistband of your shorts. Once his fingertips finds it, he lets his long fingers slither down to the button of your denim shorts, undoing it slowly with one of his hands and pulling the zipper down, the fabric opening with ease.

Once his hand moves inside of your shorts, his fingers find the elastic band of your panties, sliding them underneath to find the lips of your womanhood. Once he does, he uses his middle finger to glide between your glistening folds, desperate to make you more wet than you already are. As he feels a bit of your pre-cum begin to leak out of you, he moves his middle finger to spread your lips apart to find your slit, which he does with ease as he begins to tease it with his finger. He slowly pushes his middle and ring fingers into your slit, opening you up slightly as he begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you, eliciting a moan from your lips as you are still kissing him.

He lets out a small hum against your lips, feeling just how wet you've gotten from kissing him and hos touches. He curls his fingers to hit your spot, making you gasp quietly as he hits it, making you pull away from the kiss to watch what he's doing. You suddenly feel his thumb join in to pleasure you, finding your clit with ease and circling it at the same pace as his fingers.

You bite your lower lip, soft whimpers escaping from between your lips as he finger fucks you slowly and with such gentleness. You lean down and kiss him again, instantly turning into a sloppy make out session as you can't help but move away, forcing Boyd to remove his fingers. He has a confused look on his face until he sees you climb onto your knees between his legs. You reach for his button on his jeans, sliding it through the hole it was slotted into before you unzip the zipper, running your hand over his boner once as you slowly pull down his jeans, his boxers coming down with them. You see his cock come out and slap his lower stomach, still standing hard and the tip is covered in his pre-cum. Your mouth almost waters at the sight before you as you lick the pre-cum off his tip, a soft sound mixed between a gasp and a moan escapes his lips as he feels your mouth take him in with almost such ease.

Your mouth continues to move down to take his cock in your mouth, almost making you gag from his size, but you somehow take him down until you reach the base of his cock. You slowly bob your head up and down as you suck him off, almost forcing Boyd to hiss in pleasure and his eyes squeezing shut, also gritting his teeth as the pleasure begins to overpower his body.

You use one of your hands to wrap around his shaft and slowly move up and down to pleasure whatever part of his cock that you can't fit in his mouth, reaching down occasionally and carefully paying attention to his balls to get him to cum faster, which is making the already overwhelming pleasure to him even more overwhelming than it already is for him.

As he feels himself nearing the edge, he gently holds your chin to coax you away from his cock, wanting to save his orgasm for a little longer. He takes you by the hands and helps you back onto his lap, so you take the opportunity to half-undress him, pushing both sides of his jacket open more, and you unbutton his shirt, pushing it open and revealing his toned body to you .

Seeing his soft abs and belly as well as his big chest makes you even more turned on. He kisses you once again but more softly as he reaches behind you and unclips the black lacy bra that you are currently wearing, falling off of your shoulders and onto the ground of the car, your breasts on full display for him as he looks down at them, seeing how pebbley and perky your nipples are. Boyd then taps your hips, signaling you to lift them up. You do so almost immediately, which he slowly pulls down your denim shorts and your black ropey stockings, exposing your pussy to him.

He sees how glistened your womanhood is, causing him to bite his lip as he lets you lower yourself down. You lower your hips, your pussy perfectly angled as you feel his cock slowly push itself inside of you, illiciting soft moans from both of you as you keep slowly moving yourself down onto him, feeling his cock push deeper and deeper inside of your tight pussy, causing slight gasps and moans from you as it feels like this is the first time you've fucked him.

As you slowly make your way down, Boyd leans down and kisses your neck before pulling away, lowering his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your hard nipple. You moan again, gently cradling his head as he does so.

Both of you finally feel his cock bottom out in you, making you both moan again, and then you slowly begin to rock back and forth, riding him slowly. He holds your hips with gentleness just to hold onto you as he lets his eyes close, pulling away from your chest, to which the back of his head rests back against the car seat.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..." Boyd hisses softly, his teeth gritting again before he opens his eyes and watches you in a trance as he sees you riding him.

You bring your head down to rest your forehead against his, your hips still rolling back and forth, slowly adding a rhythm of up and down motions to get him buried deeper inside of you. Both of you are making soft sounds, which is you moaning quietly and he's also letting out some soft moans as well, but they're a mix between high pitched and low pitched, but he's letting out soft gasps more often as your hips stutter the movement from time to time. Both you and Boyd's lips are parted slightly to let more breaths in as well as the sounds you're both making escape from your lips.

Both of you are rapidly approaching your orgasms, which causes Boyd to slowly take control. He tightens his grip on your hips before he stops you, then he slowly guides your hips, moving you with a combination of both up and down and back and forth movements but much more smoother, making the sound of your moans a bit louder. Boyd lets our more sounds, but they are more quieter than yours, your arms around his shoulders adjust themselves to hold on as you both are getting closer and closer to cumming.

To get you both there, he begins to rock his own hips, helping his cock hit your g-spot every time, whimpers joining in with your moans again.

"Boyd...Boyd...I'm about to cum..." You whisper softly, almost in a whiny tone.

"Me too, baby...mmmm, just.. let yourself go, I got you..." Boyd replies in a hushed tone, his movements more deeper and deeper.

As you feel your orgasm hit you, you arch your back slightly, your pussy tightening around his cock for a second as you make a mess on his lap. Boyd let's out a loud moan as he thrusts up into you softly, cumming inside of you in little spurts. You feel the warm ropes of cum enter you, making you moan softly one last time, both of you sweaty and panting as your orgasms has left you breathless.

As you let your head rest on the crook of his neck, Boyd gently pulls you in to cuddle each other, his toned arms wrapping around you with ease, stroking your back with his fingertips. You let out a soft sigh as you feel completely safe and protected in his arms, your eyes fluttering closed as does his.

"I love you..." Boyd mumbles into your ear, wanting to tell you how much he really does love and care for you, his fiancè.

"I love you too..." You reply, still snuggling against him.

Triple Temptation

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader x Steve Murphy

Word Count: 1996| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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Warning: smut

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

Y/N’s apartment was cloaked in the soft haze of late afternoon light filtering through drawn curtains. It had been one of those long, dangerous days—missions, secrets, and the weight of the Narcos world all pressing down on her. But in the quiet of her living room, nestled on the worn leather couch, she finally felt free. Beside her, Steve Murphy’s hands roamed tenderly over her back as their lips met in a slow, hungry kiss.

“Steve,” she murmured between kisses, “I… I missed you so much today.”

He smiled against her lips, his voice low and sultry. “I missed you too, baby. Every minute without you was pure torture.” His hand slid up her thigh, sending shivers down her spine as he deepened the kiss. Their chemistry was palpable—a forbidden, secret passion that blossomed every time they stole a moment together.

Unbeknownst to them, the apartment door had been left ajar. The quiet hum of the day was soon interrupted by the soft creak of the door as Javier Peña stepped in. Javier, impeccably dressed in his dark suit even on his rare time off, was returning from a long day of government meetings, senators, and covert missions. His eyes, usually steely with determination, softened as they caught sight of the scene before him.

In the living room, Y/N and Steve were entwined on the couch, their bodies pressed together in an intimate dance of desire. Steve’s fingertips trailed fire along Y/N’s arm, while she moaned softly at his every touch. The air was thick with unspoken need and whispered promises—a world where duty and secrecy fell away in the heat of passion.

Javier paused in the doorway, his breath catching. The shock of seeing his two lovers together for a forbidden rendezvous left him momentarily speechless. For a split second, time slowed as he absorbed every detail—the curve of Y/N’s neck, the determined glint in Steve’s eyes, and the undeniable intensity of their kiss. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a mix of jealousy, arousal, and longing surged within him.

“Hey…” Javier’s voice was husky, low, carrying both surprise and something much darker.

Startled, Y/N and Steve broke apart, their eyes wide with a cocktail of guilt and anticipation. Steve’s hand froze mid-stroke, and Y/N’s heart pounded in her ears as they faced the man they both deeply loved.

Javier stepped forward, closing the gap between them, his tailored suit accentuating his powerful frame. “I—I didn’t expect to come home and find you like this,” he said, his tone a blend of stern reproach and undeniable desire.

Y/N swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Javier, I… We… I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to—” Her apology was cut off as Steve interjected.

“Javi, it’s not about apologies. We—” Steve began, his voice rough with suppressed passion, “We’ve always known our connection was complicated. And tonight, I couldn’t resist…”

Javier’s gaze flickered between them, his eyes dark with a mix of hurt and longing. “Complicated, yes… But it’s also ours,” he murmured, stepping closer until his presence filled the room. His hand reached out slowly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s face, a silent reminder of the care and devotion he held for her.

A charged silence filled the space. The tension was almost unbearable as all three stood at the intersection of duty and desire, a web of passion and secrets binding them together. Y/N’s voice, soft yet resolute, broke the silence. “I love you both. Each of you brings a different kind of strength, a different kind of passion. And tonight, I want you both.”

Steve’s eyes widened with delight, and Javier’s expression softened, revealing a tenderness beneath the hardened exterior of a government man. “You’re sure?” Javier asked, his voice low and warm as he looked at her with a mix of concern and fervor.

Y/N nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to feel all of you. I want this—us—to be real and raw, just like we are.”

Steve leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, baby. I want to taste every part of you.”

Javier’s hand gripped Y/N’s waist gently as he stepped closer. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he said, his voice laced with the promise of passion.

The three of them moved together like a perfectly choreographed dance. Steve slowly guided Y/N onto the couch, their lips meeting again in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Javier circled around them, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s face as if memorizing every detail.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of whispered dirty talk and the soft murmur of pleasure. “You feel so good,” Javier murmured, his hand trailing down Y/N’s neck as Steve’s fingers tangled in her hair. “I want to savor every moment with you tonight.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she responded, “Javi… Steve… I need you both. I need your hands, your mouths, your everything.”

Steve’s voice dropped to a sultry growl as he added, “I’ve been aching for this, for you. Let me show you how much I want you.” His hands were skilled and deliberate, moving with a blend of urgency and care that made Y/N’s body tremble in anticipation.

Javier’s lips met hers again, this time with a fiercer passion. “I’m here too,” he whispered, his words a promise and a command all at once. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight.”

The intensity of the moment escalated rapidly. Their conversations became a fervent mix of dirty talk and tender declarations of love. Y/N’s moans intermingled with the soft exclamations of both men as they explored her body, their touches igniting a fire that seemed to burn away the world outside.

“Tell me what you want,” Javier urged, his voice low and commanding as he paused to kiss her deeply. “I want to know exactly how you want us.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as she replied breathlessly, “I want you both to take me, to make me yours completely. I want Steve’s gentle caresses and Javi’s bold, determined touch. I want all of you to show me how deeply you desire me.”

Steve chuckled softly, his tone teasing. “Then let’s not hold back,” he said, as his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on her skin. “I want to feel every inch of you, to taste every curve, and hear you beg for more.”

Javier’s eyes darkened with desire as he shifted his focus, kissing a trail along her collarbone. “You’re so beautiful, so irresistible,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “I want to feel you, to have you completely.”

The room became a playground of desire. Y/N’s laughter mingled with soft, heated whispers as Steve moved to kiss her neck, while Javier’s lips and hands roamed her body, eliciting moans that resonated with raw passion. Their dialogue, filled with affectionate banter and dirty talk, wove a tapestry of intimacy that was both fierce and tender.

As the passion built, the three of them found a rhythm—a perfect blend of exploration and connection. Y/N was the center of their universe, and every kiss, every touch was a declaration of their shared love and lust. “Steve,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation, “I need you to take me right now.”

Steve responded by deepening their kiss, his hands sliding under her shirt as he whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I want to hear you say my name.” His dirty talk was a heady mix of desire and encouragement, fueling the fire that had been steadily rising.

Javier, not to be outdone, added, “And I want you to let go of all your inhibitions, to give in completely. Let me show you how much I adore you.” His voice was husky as he pressed his lips against hers again, the intensity of his affection and lust mingling in every touch.

Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity of shared passion. They shifted positions, moving seamlessly between kisses, caresses, and whispered promises. Y/N’s body was a canvas for their desire—her skin alive under the skilled touches of two men who revered every part of her. The dirty talk grew bolder, filled with confessions of need and declarations of love that blurred the line between lust and intimacy.

“Steve, you’re so amazing,” Y/N gasped as his hands explored her curves. “I love the way you make me feel.”

Steve’s response was immediate and raw. “I love you too, baby. I’m going to drive you wild tonight, just wait.” His voice was a low growl of satisfaction, punctuating the symphony of their shared desire.

Javier’s eyes shone with intensity as he whispered into her ear, “I want to hear you, Y/N. Tell me how you feel when I touch you.” His words, laced with the promise of pleasure, sent electric shivers down her spine.

She responded in a breathless whisper, “I feel everything—so much everything. I feel alive, desired, complete.” The honesty in her voice resonated with both men, reaffirming the deep bond they shared despite the dangerous world they lived in.

As their passion reached its peak, the air filled with the sound of soft gasps, whispered dirty talk, and the palpable rhythm of their bodies coming together. Each moment was a raw, unfiltered expression of their desires—a passionate union that transcended the ordinary. In that room, with its secrets and stolen moments, the world outside faded into nothingness.

Eventually, as the heat of their shared ecstasy began to subside, the three lay tangled together, breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. The silence was broken only by soft laughter, whispered endearments, and the gentle hum of the city outside.

Javier brushed a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s face and murmured, “You’re everything to me. Tonight, every touch, every word, was a promise of the love we share.”

Steve, still catching his breath, added, “I never knew passion could be this raw, this honest. You make me feel things I never knew existed.”

Y/N, with a tender smile playing on her lips, reached out to hold both men. “I love you both,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of all the stolen moments, the secrets, and the forbidden passion that defined their relationship. “I love the way you make me feel—desired, cherished, and completely alive.”

In that quiet, intimate space, they reaffirmed their bond—a triad of love, passion, and shared secrets. Their relationship was as dangerous and complicated as the world they navigated daily, but in these moments, it was pure and unfiltered. Every whispered word, every heated touch, and every shared glance was a testament to their unique connection—one that defied the odds and transcended the darkness of the outside world.

As the first hints of dawn began to light the sky, casting a soft glow over the room, the three of them lay together, entwined not just in body but in heart and soul. The dangerous world outside continued to churn with secrets and shadows, but within these walls, they had carved out a sanctuary—a place where love was fierce, raw, and beautifully complicated.

Javier kissed Y/N’s forehead gently and murmured, “No matter how dark it gets, I promise you, we’ll always have moments like this.”

Steve wrapped an arm around her, adding, “We’re in this together, every step of the way—no secrets, no pretenses, just the truth of our passion.”

And Y/N, looking from one to the other with eyes filled with unyielding love, replied, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tonight, we have everything—and that is more than enough.”

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader x Steve Murphy

Word Count: 1914| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The stale office air clung to Javier's clothes, a grim reminder of the long hours they'd spent dissecting Escobar's latest move. He glanced at Steve, who was nursing a lukewarm coffee, his eyes bloodshot. "Another all-nighter, huh?" he sighed, rubbing his temples.

Steve chuckled, a weary sound. "Wouldn't trade it for the world, amigo. Not with you two by my side." He gestured towards the door with a tired grin. "Let's get some sleep. Y/n's probably worried sick."

Javier nodded, a familiar warmth spreading through him at the mention of Y/n. He couldn't wait to see her, to feel her arms around him, to lose himself in the comfort of their shared bed.

As they stepped into their apartment, the sight that met them sent a jolt of unexpected tenderness through them. Y/n lay sprawled across their bed, a rumpled sheet pulled half-way down her shoulder, her hair a wild halo around her face. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.

Steve let out a soft whistle, a grin splitting his face. "She looks like an angel."

Javier couldn't help but agree. Y/n, with her messy hair and a mischievous smile that could melt glaciers, was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce need to shield her from the darkness that clung to their lives.

"She must have been exhausted," Javier murmured, his voice rough with sleep deprivation. "Poor chica."

Steve moved towards the bed, his gaze lingering on Y/n's peaceful face. He reached out a hand, gently tracing the lines of her cheek. "She works too hard, you know," he said softly. "Always putting everyone else first."

Javier nodded, his heart aching with a mixture of love and concern. Y/n was a force of nature, a whirlwind of energy and compassion. But sometimes, he worried that she pushed herself too hard, that she didn't take enough time for herself.

"We need to take better care of her," Javier said, his voice low. "Spoil her rotten, make her happy."

Steve grinned, his eyes twinkling. "I'm all for that. Maybe we can start with a proper breakfast in bed tomorrow."

Javier chuckled, the tension of the past few days finally beginning to melt away. "Now that's an idea I can get behind."

They stood there for a moment, watching Y/n sleep, a comfortable silence settling between them. It was a rare moment of peace, a fleeting glimpse of the life they longed for – a life filled with love, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

Later, as they slipped into bed beside Y/n, her sleep-muddled murmur greeted them. "You're back," she mumbled, snuggling closer to Javier.

"We are," Steve replied, his voice a low rumble. "And we missed you."

Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Did you have a long day?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Very long," Javier admitted, pulling her closer. "But it was worth it, now that I'm here with you."

Y/n smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I missed you too," she whispered, reaching for Steve's hand. "So much."

Steve leaned down and kissed her forehead. "We missed you more," he murmured, his voice husky.

Y/n snuggled between them, her body fitting perfectly against theirs. "I love you both," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"We love you too, mi amor," Javier replied, his voice thick with emotion.

As they drifted off to sleep, the weight of their worries seemed to fade away. They were safe, they were together, and for the first time in a long time, they felt a sense of peace.

The next morning, true to his word, Steve made breakfast in bed. Pancakes piled high with fruit, steaming coffee, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Y/n, still half-asleep, giggled as they showered her with affection.

"You two are spoiling me rotten," she murmured, her eyes twinkling.

"That's the idea," Javier replied, grinning. "You deserve it."

"And what about me?" Steve asked playfully. "Do I get any spoils?"

Y/n grinned, reaching for him. "Of course you do," she whispered, pulling him down for a long, lingering kiss.

As the days turned into weeks, their lives began to settle into a new rhythm. The constant threat of Escobar's violence still loomed, but they found solace in each other's company. They spent their evenings curled up on the couch, watching old movies, their laughter filling the apartment. They went for long walks on the beach, hand in hand, the sound of the waves washing away their anxieties.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and purple, Y/n turned to them, her eyes serious. "I know this isn't easy," she said, her voice soft. "Living with the constant fear, the danger..."

"It's not," Javier admitted, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But it's worth it. Worth every single risk."

Steve nodded in agreement. "We have each other," he said, his voice firm. "And that's all that matters."

Y/n smiled, reaching for their hands. "You're my family," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "The only family I need."

Javier pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. "We're family," he echoed, his voice rough with emotion. "Always."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, they held each other close, their hearts filled with a love that transcended the dangers that surrounded them. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but they also knew that they would face them together, hand in hand, their love an unwavering beacon in the darkness.

Weeks turned into months, and their bond deepened with every passing day. Then, one morning, Y/n woke up with a strange fluttering in her stomach, a feeling she couldn't quite place. It wasn't the usual pre-coffee nausea, this was...different. A faint suspicion bloomed in her mind, a suspicion she confirmed later that day with a trembling hand and a little plastic stick.

She waited for Javier and Steve to come home, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. How would they react? This wasn't exactly part of the plan. But as soon as they walked through the door, she knew she had nothing to worry about.

"You're back late," she said, trying to sound casual, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Javier, ever perceptive, picked up on it instantly. "What's wrong, mi amor?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Y/n took a deep breath and held up the pregnancy test, the little pink plus sign screaming its message loud and clear. "I think we're having a baby," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with tears.

The world seemed to stop for a moment. Then, Steve let out a whoop of joy, scooping Y/n into a bear hug. "We're going to be dads!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion.

Javier, momentarily stunned into silence, finally found his voice. He pulled Y/n close, his lips finding hers in a kiss filled with love and wonder. "A baby," he murmured against her lips. "Our baby."

The news of the pregnancy brought a new wave of emotions – joy, fear, anticipation, and a profound sense of love. Y/n, initially overwhelmed, soon found herself embracing the changes in her body. Morning sickness, though unpleasant, was a constant reminder of the miracle growing within her. Javier, ever the attentive partner, would bring her ginger ale and crackers, rubbing her back until the nausea subsided.

Steve, meanwhile, became a self-appointed guardian angel. He insisted on carrying her groceries, insisted on extra pillows for her burgeoning belly, and even took over the cooking, his culinary skills surprisingly impressive. He'd spend hours reading aloud to her, his voice a soothing balm against the anxieties that sometimes crept in.

As the weeks progressed, Y/n's belly grew, a living testament to the life they were creating. The kicks and flutters became more pronounced, turning her body into a symphony of movement. Javier would often place his hand over her stomach, marveling at the life within, a tear sometimes escaping his eye.

One evening, while attending a prenatal yoga class, Y/n felt a sharp pain, a sudden tightening in her abdomen. Fear gripped her, but she tried to remain calm, focusing on her breathing. Later, at the hospital, the doctors diagnosed her with Braxton-Hicks contractions, a common occurrence during pregnancy.

The incident, however, served as a stark reminder of the fragility of life, the precarious balance between joy and fear. They discussed the possibility of relocating, perhaps to a quieter place, away from the constant threat of violence. But the thought of leaving their work, of abandoning the fight against Escobar, filled them with a sense of unease.

Despite the anxieties, they cherished every moment. They attended prenatal classes, read countless parenting books, and even started decorating the nursery, painting the walls a soft shade of blue. Javier, ever the pragmatist, insisted on installing extra security measures in their apartment, while Steve, ever the optimist, focused on creating a warm and loving environment for their child.

Finally, the day arrived. Y/n, exhausted but exhilarated, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Sofia, a name that echoed with the hope of a new beginning. As they held their daughter in their arms, their hearts overflowed with a love they never knew existed.

Life with a child was a constant juggling act. The demands of the investigation, the ever-present threat of danger, the joys and challenges of parenthood. But through it all, their love remained their anchor, their guiding light.

The small apartment, once filled with tension and exhaustion, now echoed with the laughter of a toddler. Sofia, with her curly hair and sparkling eyes, was the heart of their world. Javier, who once thrived on stoicism, melted at her giggles. Steve, who never thought he'd have the patience for children, was now the king of tea parties.

One rainy afternoon, Javier sat cross-legged on the floor, a small plastic tea cup balanced precariously in his large hand. Sofia sat across from him, her tiny brows furrowed in concentration as she "poured" tea into his cup. "More, Papi?" she asked with a grin.

"Por favor, princesa," Javier replied, his deep voice softened with affection. He leaned forward, pretending to sip the imaginary tea. "Exquisite, as always."

Steve walked in, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "You realize you just called her invisible tea 'exquisite,' right?"

Javier shot him a mock glare. "Better than your cooking."

Sofia squealed in delight as Steve dramatically clutched his chest. "That hurts, Javi. Truly."

Later that evening, Sofia demanded a bedtime story. Steve and Javier took turns, their voices weaving through tales of brave knights and clever princesses. Sofia's little head rested against Y/n's shoulder, her tiny hand clutching Steve's finger while Javier stroked her curls.

"Goodnight, my loves," Y/n whispered, her heart full as she looked at the two men who had become her everything and the little girl who completed their world.

Boyd Holbrook x f!reader

Summary: You attended the premiere of A Complete Unknown but you find yourself depressed. Boyd sees you and tries to help you through your battle and you eventually spill to him about being a virgin, leading to him and yourself being lead back to his hotel room.

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, protected sex, virginity loss (f), s*icide attempt (TW!!!)

A/N: If you are easily triggered by SH, please scroll away. I wrote this for myself originally but I wanted to share it on here with everyone, so please enjoy this fic, and i just want to say this to people who struggle with mental health. It's hard to fight mental battles, speaking from experience but things will get better, no matter how much people think life is not worth living, don't be afraid to talk to someone you trust the most. If you ever feel like this, please feel free to message me privately and don't be afraid to speak about your feelings. Just know that I have my own mental battles, but I have amazing friends @metallicames and @suzdin and I love them to death and I couldn't be more grateful to have them as my friends, so never give up ❤️

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You're at the premiere of A Complete Unknown, watching all of the cast slowly turn up to the event one by one and all of the celebrities show up. After a few members of the cast appears, you see your favourite actor, Boyd Holbrook, turn up and have his photos taken and talking to other people afterwards.

As he approaches the crowd to take pictures and sign some of the fans' pictures/memorabilia, you can't help but be too scared to a for a photo or an autograph because you never know if he will have enough time to sign your things. Your mental health has been below bearable for the past week or two due to your depression, so when Boyd gets close to you, you can't help but have the sinking feeling when he's about to pass you.

As you hold a Corinthian funko pop in your bag, you decide to pass due to your anxious and depressed state. You put your hoodie over your head, moving to a different location at an odd timing since Boyd was about to arrive right in front of you. He picks up on your sudden location move, but he doesn't want to assume anything in case you need some space.

After a minute or two of searching for a private place, you find a chair a few feet away from prying eyes but still surrounded by people. You hold your head in your hands as you feel another depression episode hit you like a tonne of bricks, overwhelming you as seconds tick by.

Your legs begin to bounce from how overwhelmed you feel, needing to release the tension. All of the negative and haunting memories that have occurred in your past come flooding back into your head, making the emotional pain burn within your brain. You look around to find anything to help you stimulate the overwhelmingness sweeping through your body until you spot something metallic and shiny in the short grass. You reach down and pick it up, noticing it's a blade from a razor...

Your eyes widen from surprise, your mind causing the memories to come flooding back again. You can't help yourself as you pull out your water bottle and clean the blade, your hands shaky as you wipe the excess water from the blade onto your jeans. As you examine the blade even more, you feel tears stream down your cheeks, but the mental and emotional pain is becoming too much to bear.

You hold the sharp edge of the blade to your wrist, your eyes closing as the proximity of the blade and the skin of your wrist is becoming closer and closer. While Boyd is taking more photos with the cast, he sees you in the back with the razor, his alertness spikes, seeing your intentions with the blade.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hey!" Boyd says loudly to you, almost yelling as he rushes to open one of the gates to the barriers, rushing his way through the crowd and seeing you with the razor blade. He makes his way to you, his behavior alert and concerned. As soon as you see him heading towards you, you jump, accidentally slicing your forearm from trying to hide the blade.

"Hey hey hey, are you alright? What's going on?" He asks as he crouches in front of you, one of his hands holding your hand that has the blade in it. His palm is against the blade almost about to leave a cut until he sees the cut on your arm. He panics a little and looks around for a medical officer but sees no one, so he looks around.

"Hey man, can I please use that tissue?" Boyd asks a man who has a packet of tissues in his pocket. When Boyd is given a tissue, he holds it onto the cut on your arm, making you wince. He holds the tissue on the wound, pressing down hard. "I know, I know. It's gonna burn like hell for a while." He tries to reassure you as the wound feels like a burning sensation.

Boyd looks around once again, looking for a place to escort you out for some privacy. As he spots a way through, he helps you up and leads you. "Come on, come on, come on." He ushers you through the crowd and spots a private area, leading you into a small space outside where it's quiet and no people around, helping you sit down and try to figure out what has got you feeling down.

He sees you still trembling with tears down your face. He can tell you probably don't want to talk or are too afraid to speak. "What's your name?" Boyd asks with gentleness. You decide to finally say something. "Y/n." You reply, your voice shaky.

He nods, checking the cut from time to time to see if it had stopped bleeding. He is truly concerned and really wants to help, so he sighs a little and decides to ask the question. "What's causing you to feel like this?" He asks softly, sitting down in front of you and holding your hands in his.

You sniffle, the tears slowing down but still not stopping fully. "I've just had a rough past and I can't let go of it." You manage to say through the tears. "It hurts to keep on going and living, so i take it out on myself..." You admit, shaking your head and keeping your hoodie up. Boyd's heart breaks hearing how bad you hurt yourself to numb the pain.

"Look...I know this is cliché, but life will get better. Life will knock you down and make sure you don't get up, but if you're motivated enough, you will be able to overcome it. I promise you that." He replies, trying to help you see that life is worth living even through the toughest of battles with your own head.

Boyd sits down next to you, which makes you surprised a little bit because he'd be missing his premiere. "A-aren't you going in there?" You ask, still surprised. Boyd shakes his head, a small but noticeable on his face. "I've got something more important to worry about." He admits, which clicking in your head that he means you.

The thought makes your heart flutter, finally feeling safe and comfortable with someone even if he is a celebrity makes your insides all tingly and ache from appreciation at the same time. As time goes on, you both open up to each other, especially you to him about what has happened to you in the past as well as your love life since he did the same for you. But when you admitted something to him, it shocked him a little.

"Wait a second. You're a virgin?" Boyd asks softly, his tone involves interest and surprisingly. You look down and nod in embarrassment. "Yeah. Mid 20s and still haven't had sex. Shocking, isn't it?" You reply.

"All I can say is that you've been keeping yourself out of trouble, that's for sure." He replies, then he fights with himself in his own head, battling with his thoughts. Then, he decides to ask you. "What if I help you? You know...with your first time?" He asks quietly before he turns his head to look at you. Your face immediately shows surprise as it dawns on you.

"Are you serious?" You ask Boyd in full shock, to which he shrugs. "Dead serious." He replies. "You can come stay the night with me in my hotel room if you're comfortable, and I'll make sure you're calm as we go through it." Boyd explains, almost certain that he will help you without any problems.

As you weigh out the options, considering the fact that he's offering you help which you have to take, so you nod. "Okay. I'll let you help." You reply, suddenly feeling a little nervous, which he slowly rubs your shoulder in attempt to calm you down as he helps you up. "Ready to go?" He asks you, making sure you are one hundred percent ready to do this.

You nod, letting a deep breath exhale from your mouth. "Ready." You reply, and Boyd leads you back to his hotel room, arriving only minutes later. He swipes his keycard, beeping to let you and himself into his room, seeing how luxurious but small and cozy it looks and feels. As you take in your new surroundings, Boyd looks at you and holds your hand gently.

"Take your time to get ready and comfortable." He assures you, then you remember you haven't shaved your legs in a couple of days, so you take the chance. "Do you have a razor? I won't hurt myself with it, I promise." You ask, hoping that you can make him believe you won't use a razor to hurt yourself. He nods and motions to the bathroom with a comforting look on his face. "Yeah, there are some disposable razors in one of the drawers. Feel free to use them." He replies with a soft smile.

You nod and you head to the bathroom, deciding to have a quick bath to shave your legs and areas you don't feel comfortable with him seeing hair on. Afterwards, you rinse off your lower body and yours legs, letting the water drain out of the bathtub as you dry yourself off, putting on something more comfortable before you walk out,. You see Boyd in more comfortable clothing as well, which is a maroon t-shirt and black sweatpants.

He climbs off the bed, walking over to you and gently sets his hand onto your cheek, making sure you're okay. "Are you sure about this? We can stop at anytime, you know that, right?" Boyd asks softly, his tone soft and measuring. You nod, letting a shaky breath slip out. "Always. But...I'm not on any contraceptives." You admit to him, which he smiles softly, walking over to his travel bag and rummaging through the contents inside. He spots what he's looking for and walks back over to you, holding it in his hand. "I'm always prepared." He replies as he shows what's in his large hand. A condom.

You let out a sigh of relief and nod, feeling a little better. "I'll be careful and I'll walk you through it, okay?" He tells you and helps you to the bed, letting you go at your own speed. You lay down slowly onto the soft mattress, looking at him, your eyes inviting him to do whatever he needs to do. He gently crawls on top, leaning down and gently presses his lips onto your own, kissing you softly.

Your eyes flutter closed as you let yourself kiss him back, the hustle and bustle from the outside world disappears as you both kiss. You part your lips to let him use his tongue, which he picks up instantly, his velvety tongue slowly slides between your lips and meets with your tongue, your arousal spiking instantly and letting a soft moan escape your lips.

The sounds of yours and Boyd's breathing is the only thing you hear as you make out slowly, to which you feel Boyd pull away for a second to take off his shirt. He throws it off of the bed and onto the ground, seeing his muscular chest and soft, pillowy abs which you admire a lot. You let him take off your shirt, slowly tugging it up and over your head, revealing your bra underneath the attire. "You're beautiful, Y/n." He praises as he slowly reaches around behind you, unclipping your bra and letting it fall from your shoulders.

He takes a look at them before he looks back into your eyes, leaning down and kissing you softly before he pulls away and kisses your jawline, then down to your neck to plant soft kisses. You let your head fall back to give him better access to your neck, and he focuses on the areas he finds out are more important and sensitive, then moves down to your chest to kiss between your breasts, showing your cleavage some love and attention too. While he's kissing your breasts, his fingers snake around the elastic of your shorts, slowly dragging them down.

You raise your hips to let him take them off easier, leaving you in only but your panties. As you look down, you can't help but wonder what he'd look like if he was in your state. Right on time, Boyd reaches down and slowly takes off his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. He looks down at you, his blue eyes asking permission to remove your panties, which you nod slightly to give him permission he needs. He slowly pulls them down, showing off your womanhood which is glistening with your pre-cum. Boyd begins to kiss from your breasts, slowly moving down to your stomach, kissing there and keeps moving down until he's face to face with your womanhood.

He looks up at you as you open your legs, knowing he needs some room to gain access. He starts with soft licks and kisses, his tongue slowly working between your folds, making you gasp quietly, your head falling back as your fingers move into his hair, not tugging but holding him softly as he pushes his tongue into your opening, tasting you deeply. You can't stop the moans and whimpers you make as he keeps going. He keeps going for almost five minutes before he pulls away, letting you calm down a bit so he doesn't overwhelm you.

Boyd leans over and picks up the condom off the nightstand, holding it up again. "Are you completely sure?" He asks one more time, but all you can do is nod, the arousal is rushing through your body at an overwhelming pace but it feels right, feels good to feel like this way. He slowly tugs down his boxers, his hard cock sliding out of their confinements as he throws his boxers off and with the pile of clothes. He looks at you with safety in his eyes before he fixes his focus onto the condom in the wrapper, slowly opening the packet and taking the fresh condom out of the wrapper.

He slowly slides it onto himself. "Will it hurt?" You ask with a sense of vulnerability and nervousness as he finishes up putting the condom over his cock. "Only if you tense up." Boyd replies as he crawls back on top of you, making sure he's not putting much weight on top of you. He kisses you softly to help you relax as he positions himself at your slick opening, making sure you're okay and not overly anxious.

"Trust me. It's going to be alright..." Boyd whispers, guiding himself and as you let out a deep breath, he slowly pushes himself inside of you as gentle as you can. You feel your walls attempt to stretch out to accommodate the foreign feeling, making you seethe through your teeth as you feel a bit of discomfort.

Boyd looks a bit concerned but he makes sure you're feeling okay and not in pain. "You're okay, Y/n. It's going to be okay. Deep breaths." Boyd whispers as he keeps pushing into you softly, hitting your hymen and looking at you. "I'm going to have to be a bit rough here. Is that okay?" Boyd asks softly, showing your answer through a nod.

As Boyd moves more, he pushes his cock a bit more rougher into you, breaking past the barrier and making you gasp softly as he enters you deeply. He looms down at you, making sure you're okay. "You okay?" He asks, eliciting a nod from you even though it's a bit of an uncomfortable feeling. "Yeah. I'm okay." You reply. He lets you adjust to his size before he slowly begins to move as slow as he can, making small moans escape from your lips. Boyd lets out some small moans of his own as he moves a little bit faster.

As time goes on, the feeling of uncomfortableness turns into pleasure, the winces you make slowly turn into moans of enjoyment, your hands moving to his back and your nails gently dig into his skin. He groans softly as he feels the sharp but pleasurable feeling of your nails in his back, his thrusts' pace speeding up a little more. Every so often, he checks on you and asks if you're okay with the pace he sets, making sure you're as comfortable as possible as he thrusts. After five minutes, you feel a tightness in your stomach, raising your concern.

"Boyd...my stomach feels like it's tightening." You inform him chuckle softly. "You're about to cum. Don't try and hold it back. It'll feel much better when you let it happen." He replies as he's on the edge of his orgasm too, his eyes squeezing closed, small but deep moans and groans are coming from him and moans are coming from you. As you feel your orgasm approach, you take his advice and let it happen, making you moan a bit louder as you feel walls tighten around his protected cock and feeling yourself masterbate for the first time.

Boyd feels his orgasm approach as well, thrusting into your softly one last time as he lets a deep groan slip out and he master masterbates into the condom. He slowly pulls out, slowly removing the condom off of himself and throws it into the nearest trash can in the hotel room, laying down next to you afterwards. He kisses your forehead as his arm is slung around your shoulders. "How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" Boyd asks as he looks at you, making sure you're okay. You shake your head, feeling content and your mood is lifted. "I feel...I feel fine. I feel better than before." You admit.

He smiles down as he cuddles you to sleep, his muscular arm around your waist as you sleep. The next morning, you wake up next to him, which you feel a smile crawl onto your face for the first time it seems like in forever since you last smiled. As he stirs from his sleep, the first thing he sees is how content and happy you look. "Good morning." He says in his Kentuckian accent, which is deep and groggy. "Good morning." You reply, turning to face him.

"How do you feel?" Boyd asks, referring to your mental health. You have to admit that you're feeling like you're on cloud nine, like you've never felt this happy before. "Much better. I never expected I'd lose my virginity anytime soon, but here we are." You chuckle, making Boyd chuckle along with you. "I'm glad."

"Look..." You start off. "I appreciate you helping me with my first time. It...it means a lot. So...thank you." You explain, seeing his eyes almost light and his mouth turns into a small smile. "It's my pleasure, Y/n. You're welcome to be around me as much as you'd like." He replies.

A year ago today, I joined the Boyd Holbrook fandom. As a celebration, I'm doing a Boyd movie marathon for the occasion. I don't know many people who are as big of a Boyd fan as me, but it's really nice to know that there are fans of his out there and have had the honour to meet them, including my followers and my mutuals too, so thank you to all who have accepted me into the fandom and I hope to stay in the fandom as long as I can. Love you all! 🫶