Pepa is a MILF

“Uh huh.” Isabela’s brow furrowed as she focused on matching her arrangement to the ones Pepa had been working on, choosing just the right flowers. “Like this?” She held up an arrangement almost identical to the ones Pepa had been making.

“Yes, Isabela, just like that!” Pepa took the bunch, stunned. She added the few flowers Isabela had been missing and set the finished bunch aside. Isabela really had a knack for this. She could actually help Pepa out. Deciding there wasn’t any harm, she pushed the rest of the flowers closer to Isabela. “Can you help me finish making the flower arrangements?”

Isabela nodded solemnly, reaching out to pick up some more flowers in her chubby little hands. “Pretty flowers,” she commented, turning over the flowers in her hands. A few of the petals got crushed, but Pepa held her tongue. She didn’t want Isa growing up criticized over every little thing the way she had been.

“They’re very pretty, right?” Pepa smiled, glancing at Isa over her own bundle of flowers. Her precious sobrina concentrated on picking out just the right flowers. “Which one is your favorite?”

Isabela frowned, pausing to think. Her tiny tongue poked out of her mouth. “All of them!” she exclaimed, beaming.

Pepa laughed. “They are all pretty, aren’t they?” she agreed. Isabela seemed to really enjoy the flowers. Maybe she could convince Julieta to let Isa join her in the fields come springtime.

Thanks to her adorable little helper, the flower arrangements were done sooner than she anticipated. Food, flowers… Pepa ran through the list in her mind. The musicians were coming tonight. All that was left to do was… A leaden feeling sank in her stomach. Decorations. She’d left the decorations last, hoping to delay the inevitable misery, but the moment had arrived. Closing her eyes, she let out a frustrated groan.

“Tía okay?” Isabela reached out a hand towards her cheek, concerned. That child was as perceptive as her mother.

Pepa nodded, swallowing and affixing a smile to her face. “Yeah, Isa, I-“ Fortunately she was saved from having to come up with an excuse by Agustín, who was holding a very sleepy Dolores in his arms. “I’m just sad that you need to go take your nap because I had so much fun with you.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; she did genuinely enjoy working on the flower arrangements with Isa.

“No nap!” Isabela insisted stubbornly. “Not tired.” But her yawn betrayed her.

“Are you two girls done with the flowers?” Agustín bounced Dolores in his arms.

She valiantly fought sleep, but little fists rubbed her sleepy eyes. Succumbing to her tiredness, she snuggled into her tío’s chest.

“We are.” Pepa stood up and held up a flower arrangement. “What do you think?”

“I think they’re beautiful!” He cooed, crouching down to Isabela. “But not as beautiful as mi flor pequeñita.” His free arm made its way down to tickle her side, causing her to erupt in giggles.

He had really taken to being a girl dad. Pepa hoped their second child would be another girl. “Are you ready to join your prima?” Pepa addressed Isabela, who was clinging to her hand, unwilling to go to her father because it would mean ending their fun.

Isabela struggled with the decision, her eyes darting between her and Dolores. As much as she loved her tía, she loved Lola more. “Okay,” she acquiesced. Letting go of Pepa’s hand, she reached up towards her father.

“Come on, Isa.” Agustín scooped her up with surprising strength, balancing her in his other arm. “You need to rest so you can stay awake at your tío’s party tonight.”

“Party?” Her eyes gleamed excitedly.

“That’s right,” Agustín affirmed. “But you need to sleep now so you can stay awake later.”

Her mouth opened to fight him, but tiredness overtook her and instead she joined Dolores in snuggling onto his chest.

“Thank you,” Pepa mouthed towards him as he took the girls away for naptime.

 Now she was left by herself to contend with the decorations. She wanted to get streamers and sparklers for tonight, maybe even some fireworks if she was lucky, but unfortunately, she and Osvaldo had been on a few bad dates many years ago, and he still hadn’t gotten over how things had ended. There was no way he’d want to do anything nice for her, especially not if it was meant for her husband.

And that really rubbed Pepa the wrong way, because Osvaldo holding a grudge against her was one thing (look, it wasn’t her fault she didn’t want to date a bad kisser, okay?) but taking it out on Félix, the nicest most agreeable man in the whole encanto (no she wasn’t biased) was taking it too far.

What she needed was a way to get the decorations from Osvaldo without bringing up any drama. Her unexpected solution appeared in the form of a disheveled Bruno stumbling out of the kitchen towards her. His hair appeared to be smoking.

“Did you get kicked out of the kitchen too?” Pepa snorted.

Bruno wiped a smudge off his face. Pepa didn’t even want to know what it was. “Still made it longer than you, hermana.”

Pepa rolled her eyes. When would they stop bringing up how bad she was in the kitchen? Cooking wasn’t her thing. They all knew that by now. Get over it. But focus, Pepa; you need him. “Yes, Bruno; you’re a better cook than I am,” she gritted out. The words tasted bad, but she needed to butter him up.

He looked at her strangely. “You feeling okay?”

She sighed. “I need your help, Bruno.”

“With what?”

“Remember how I put off getting the decorations for Félix’s party until the last minute?”

“Yes…?”

“There’s a reason for that. Guess who’s selling the decorations now?”

Bruno scratched his head. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember what I had to eat this morning and you’re asking me to remember who’s selling something we don’t use every day.”

Pepa resisted the urge to snap at him. “Osvaldo Ortiz,” she answered, as calmly as she could.

Bruno shrugged. “So? Osvaldo’s a nice guy.”

Pepa glared at him. “Not to me. We went on a few dates ages ago and he still hasn’t gotten over it.”

“Ah.” Bruno nodded knowledgeably. “He’s one of the ones you dumped for a stupid reason.”

“I didn’t dump him for a stupid reason,” Pepa defended herself, outraged.

“Why did you dump him?”

“Because he was a bad kisser.”

“Which isn’t stupid at all.” Sarcasm dripped from Bruno’s words.

“It wasn’t his fault. I was his first kiss, and he needed someone to teach him how to do it right.” Pepa crossed her arms. “That person wasn’t going to be me. I didn’t have to deal with that.”

“Naturally.”

Pepa huffed. “Are you going to help me or are you just going to stand here and make fun of my dating preferences?”

“Okay, okay.” Bruno held up his arms in defeat. “What do you want, me to go get the decorations for you?”

Pepa shook her head. “No, I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he got to me. Because he didn’t.”

“Clearly,” Bruno muttered under his breath.

Pepa kept going, pretending not to have heard him. “I just want you to come with me to diffuse the tension.”

“That’s all?” He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.

“That’s all,” she promised.

“You’re going to owe me.”

“I figured I would. But please, this is for Félix. It’s not for me. Think about that. He’s your favorite cuñado.”

“You’re so lucky Agustín is upstairs and didn’t hear you say that.”

“I don’t hear you denying it.” She stared him down.

He tried to return the stare but crumbled. “Fine, but I’m not talking unless I have to.”

“That’s just fine, hermanito.” If she was lucky, just his presence would be enough to make Osvaldo reconsider being rude to her.

They walked over to the market together. Pepa filled Bruno in on what she wanted for Félix’s party.

“Streamers, sparklers, and fireworks?” Bruno let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot, especially considering Osvaldo hates you apparently.”

“He doesn’t hate me,” Pepa corrected him, hurt. “He’s just…” She paused to find the right words.

“Not over you; got it, Pepa.” Was he rolling his eyes at her? Brothers…

“Focus, Bruno; we’re doing this for Félix. This is about him, not me,” she insisted.

“Of course it is, Pepa.” Bruno sighed, exasperated. “Fine. Not like I can help in any other way anyway.”

“You don’t have to talk, just be there for moral support,” Pepa reminded him.

“I thought I was there to diffuse the tension.”

Pepa rubbed her temples. Really he was there as insurance that Osvaldo would give her the decorations, but she wasn’t about to tell Bruno that. “Right. That.”

“Are you going to lie and tell him I had a terrible vision about him so he gives you what you want?”

She shot him a scathing look. “Of course not, Bruno; don’t be ridiculous.”

He still appeared wary. “Okay. I hate it when you do that.”

“Don’t worry, Bruno.” She patted his shoulder. “Ah, here he is.” They’d reached Osvaldo’s stand.

Bruno gulped, seeming to regret his decision. “Okay. I’m going to go be not here.” He then immediately ran away.

“So much for support,” she hissed out after him, seeing him disappear into the winding rows of stands. “Hola, Osvaldo,” she greeted the man, infusing unfelt friendliness into her voice.

“Pepa.” He didn’t feel it necessary to do the same. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, today is Félix’s birthday…” She tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear nervously, noticing the man’s attention waning. Bad start, Pepa.

“Is that so?” He asked, disinterested. He had gone around the back of the stand, arranging a bundle of pinwheels in its box.

“Yes, I, uh, was wondering if you had any deco…” Her voice trailed off mid-word as he turned to look at her again. Smooth, Pepa. Of course he has decorations, they’re right in front of you. Gathering up her confidence, she finished her thought, “I wanted to get some decorations for his party tonight.”

Osvaldo grunted, not showing any trace of interest in the matter. “And you thought I would help you? Sell you decorations to celebrate your husband’s birthday? At a party I’m not invited to?”

Pepa let out a disbelieving noise. “I didn’t think you’d want to come! Not after… I thought I was doing you a favor!”

“A favor! Like how you did me a favor by dumping me during lunch break in front of everyone?” His ears grew red.

“Are you going to sell me decorations or not?” Pepa demanded, getting frustrated. The nerve of that man! When was he going to get over it?

He sighed. “Yes, Pepa, I will.” He pulled out the most pitiful pinwheels, their edges curling and drooped, as well as some faded banners. “Here you go.”

“Seriously?” She raised her eyebrow, unimpressed. “That’s the best you can do?”

“For you, Pepa, yes. Take it or leave it.”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t invite you to the party!” she retorted. A devious thought sprang up in her mind. Taking a moment to collect herself, she continued, “Bruno’s going to be there, you know, and he’s had some nasty visions lately. He looked shaken up the last few times he had one. I think he mentioned your name, too…” She let the implication hang in the air. “Oh, there he is now! Bruno!” She waved him down.

Bruno wandered over, holding a half-eaten arepa. “Did you get the decorations, Pepa?” He asked, munching on his snack casually.

“Not yet.” She tapped her foot impatiently, glowering at Osvaldo.

Wanting to diffuse the tension, Bruno spoke up. “Oh, hey, Osvaldo. Nice stand.”

“Thanks, hombre.”

An awkward silence permeated the air. Pepa’s storm clouds weren’t helping matters either.

“Is there any way you can give my sister the decorations so we can leave?” He asked bluntly.

Osvaldo shrugged. “Sorry, Bruno. She’s being a pain.”

Pepa opened her mouth to protest, but Bruno covered it with his hands, pushing her back. “You know how she gets.” He chuckled apologetically.

Pepa clenched her fists, seething. How dare he? He was supposed to be on her side!

“Maybe you can sell them to me instead,” Bruno suggested, shooting her a look to shut up. “I’m not being a pain.”

Osvaldo shook his head. “They’d still be for Félix, so no can do. Besides, I wasn’t even invited to the party. Why would I want to help?”

“That’s too bad, it’s gonna be a great party.” Bruno finished off the arepa, licking the crumbs off his fingers. “These arepas are really good. I’m going to go get some more,” he announced to Pepa and Osvaldo, who were now having a staring match.

“Oh, I love them!” Osvaldo exclaimed. “I get them every day, they’re so good.”

“Every day, huh?” Bruno sized him up and down. “Careful there, buddy. Those pants won’t keep stretching forever.”

Osvaldo frowned, looking down at his pants. “What do you mean?”

But Bruno had already walked away in search of more arepas. “I could bring you some, but you should probably go easy on them,” he called back.

Osvaldo looked at Pepa searchingly. “Was that…?”

Suddenly, Pepa snapped her fingers as if realizing something. “That must have been the vision he had! You’re going to get fat!” She patted his stomach affectionately. “How embarrassing. It would be a shame if everyone in town found out that’s what your future holds.” She fixed him with a determined look.

Osvaldo closed his eyes, defeated. “Tell me which decorations you want.”

She paused, pretending to think. “I’m not sure how much money I have with me.”

He waved off her comment hurriedly. “Just promise not to tell anyone and I’ll give you whatever decorations you want, free of charge.”

“Whatever decorations I want?” Her eyes sparkled with possibility.

That night, the Madrigals were enjoying the party. Everything had gone according to plan. The table was laden with all sorts of delicious foods, including the cake, which was almost gone. Music was booming thanks to the band playing that evening- all lively tunes, just like Félix liked. Thanks to Pepa’s ingenuity, their casita had been decked out in the most lavish decorations: banners, lights, streamers, even some things Pepa hadn’t thought of that Osvaldo had thrown in after being properly motivated.

But the best part was the fireworks. They exploded in the night sky; a brilliant display of colors splashed across the darkness.

Pepa watched them, leaning on Félix’s shoulder as they sat and ate their cake. “Do you like it, mi sol?”

“Like it?” He asked incredulously, bringing another forkful of cake to his mouth. “I love it! How did you get fireworks? I thought they were sold out.”

She pooh-poohed the question. “Nonsense, mi amor. Whatever mi esposo wants for his birthday, he gets.”

He gazed at her adoringly. Even though they’d been married a few years now, the lovestruck expression never faded from his face. “Thank you, mi vida.” He gave her a sticky kiss on the lips. “This is truly the best birthday ever.”

Félix could complain about a lot in his life. The fact that he lived in a small apartment in a big, busy city, the fact that he didn't make nearly as much money as he wanted, or the fact that he worked in the food industry. It. Sucked. But honestly, you had to look at the good things in life. He had a job, he'd only been called one swear word once this month (he worked in food in the middle of a big city, if anything that number is low), and he liked his coworkers. It was fairly slow in the coffee shop too, given that the sun was starting to set. Soon, his shift would be over, he'd get to go home, do it all over again.

"Félix? How's it going up here?"

Agustín poked his head from the back. Félix owned this coffee shop, 'la mariposa negra', alongside his buddy, Agustín. He was the numbers guy, Félix did...well, literally everything else. It was a system, and he worked. Félix shrugged.

"Good, good. Think we should close up early, no one gets coffee at night."

"Maybe, I'm just about done back here. How many pastries do we have left?"

Félix looked over the glass counter, and shrugged.

"A good number. Why, you want something?"

"No. They're good after a day, right?"

"Maybe, but I'd rather give them away, like usual."

"It'd be easier."

"If everything in life was easy, we wouldn't push ourselves, amigo."

Agustín always worried about money, he couldn't blame him. But Félix had too much pride to serve day old food like other coffee places. Agustín chuckled, knowing better than to argue.

"I know, I know. I just, wish people saw that, Félix. Let's clean up early, get a head start for tomorrow. You need help?"

"I got it, I got it."

Félix was started to pack away all the pastries, when the bell on the door rang, letting him know someone was here.

"Hey, we're shutting kinda early tonight, so you can't hang out in here, just an fyi."

"Oh, that's too bad, it feels nice in here."

He stood up to properly apologize to this woman's face, when he got a good look at her. Now love at first sight was bullshit. But adoration at first sight was VERY much a thing, because this woman was GORGEOUS. She wore a black tank top with a picture of a sun on it, cute little shorts that revealed those beautiful, long legs of hers, and her face. Sharp green eyes, beautiful freckles, and little wisps of red hair clung a bit to her sweaty features. A large tattoo ran from her neck, down her front, past her breasts that he totally wasn't looking at, stopping just short of her shorts. They were so detailed, angry, they reminded him of lighting.

"Uh, excuse me? Yoohoo?"

Oh my god, he had been staring at her this whole time, like some weirdo. He cleared his throat, trying to save himself here.

"Sorry that's just. A REALLY impressive tattoo."

She looked down at herself and grinned, showing off her cute little gap in her teeth.

"Oh thank you! My brother did them! He's an artist. So uh, is it too late to order?"

"Oh no no, please, go on, what can I get you?"

She sighed in relief, whiping some sweat from her forehead.

"Good! I was hoping you guys were still open when my run was over. Let's see...oh, I want one of those chocolate muffins, chocolate cake pop, two of those brownies...and what would you recommend for coffee? I want something sweet."

"Could've fooled me on that one. Honestly, I like the salted carmel fraps. Could put in a couple more pumps than usual, since you're a first."

"Ugh, I heard THAT during my first time. Sure, I'll take it."

He snorted, despite not really wanting to. It made her smile, and he hated it, no way a woman should get to look so pretty and be THIS funny. He got the cup ready, and was about to just make it, when he realized he could totally use this opportunity here.

"Name for the drink?"

"I'm...the only one here?"

"And how do you spell that?"

It was HER turn to snort now, and damn was that a sound he could get used to.

"P-E-P-A. Odd way to spell it, I know."

So her name was Pepa. Pretty Pepa. He wrote the name on the cup, and as he let everything blend, he packaged up her goodies.

"I haven't seen you pass by here, you new?"

"To the area, yes, I'm here for work."

"What do you do for work? Model?"

She chuckled at him, swatting her hand playfully at him.

"Oh, you flatter. No, I'm a meteorologist! I work at the news station like, twenty minutes from here."

"Oh I think I know that place, I delivered coffee there once."

He poured the contents of the blender into a cup, added whipped cream, and added loads of caramel to the top, before putting a lid on it, and adding it to the rest of her order.

"Oh I didn't know you delivered."

"We really don't, we were just especially broke that week, honestly."

She chuckled as she put her counted the cash she needed for her order, before stopping herself.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot-could I get an iced coffee too? Something strong. And an egg sandwich, totally forgot my sister asked for something."

"No problem at all,"

Félix got started on this next coffee, making it as strong as strong could get, as well as throwing an egg sandwich in the griddle.

"Your sister works with you?"

"Oh no, she works at the hospital a bit away, she's an emergency response nurse. We live together though."

"Ay, it's good to stay with family. Mine's back in Colombia."

He met her rather surprised looking eyes, and for a moment, she looked excited.

"You're from Colombia too? My mom is from there!"

"REALLY? Huh. Small world, huh?"

This woman loved talking about herself, and he did NOT mind in the slightest. He got the rest of her order, pushing it to her, and giving her the change back. He hated to see her go, really he did. But it's not like she could stay her. Though, he'd never forgive himself if he didn't at least TRY his shot at this woman.

"You know I uh, haven't met anyone else from Colombia here. Do you miss it?"

She looked surprised by his question as she gathered her stuff, before her face fell, and she nodded.

"I do, yes. Mi papi called it his home before he died, it meant a lot to me. But we moved here because I was given the job offer, as well as my sister. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I'm just saying, I miss it too. I miss Christmases there, I even miss Palm sundays. And the flower festival, always beautiful. I just thought, if you needed someone to relate to, we could always talk more."

She seemed to not understand it, before a chuckle escaped her precious lips.

"Are you...flirting with me, hombrecito?"

"I'm more keen on the word 'seduce', but si, I am flirting with you. Assuming another man hasn't swept in before me."

Pepa bit in her lip in thought, before setting her stuff down, and grabbing the pen usually left on the counter. She then took his hand (her skin was SO soft), and wrote numbers on it, alongside just the smallest heart.

"My phone number. I'm not giving it to you because we're both Colombian, you know."

"You...aren't?"

"No. I like sweets, and I can't think of anything sweeter than chocolate ~"

She kissed his palm, leaving just a bit of lipstick under the ink. She was a bold woman, not shy at all. She gathered her things, gave him a wave alongside that mischievous look, and he swore he saw rainbows over her as she left. He stood there, not believing this absolute goddess just hit on him. She was so pretty, she worked close, and clearly she was into him. How much luck can one man have?

"Félix, did I hear someone come in? Do you...you okay?"

Félix slowly nodded, and didn't care how badly he was swooning right now.

"I'm...more than okay. I think I just met the woman of my dreams."

"Ay, you said that last week."

"It's DIFFERENT this time! You should've seen her, Agustín! She was pretty, witty, she's. Oh, my poor heart, it won't sit still!"

"You sure it's not the three cups of coffee you've had today?"

"...might be both."

"Dad! Dad!"

Félix lifted up the plates as Antonio came dashing in, on the back of Parce, his giant as hell 'housecat' (it was a jaguar, but he acted like a housecat). Félix exclaimed past the spoon in his mouth, hands busy setting down the feed for some of Antonio's many animals. He took the spoon from his mouth, simultaneously grabbing Parce's scruff to keep him from ramming into the fridge. Again.

"Mijo, what did I say about having Parce run in here? He breaks more stuff than Agustín. Now sit, eat, THEN tell me what's got you so excited."

Antonio got off of Parce to sit, and dump the contents of his backpack onto the table. He started to nibble his fruit as he spoke in between bites.

"We have a project due at school, and I need your help! We're doing a family tree!"

Félix sighed as he sat down, giving his hard boiled eggs to a random mouse. Can't have shit in the Casita nowadays, but hey, it was his life, and he was happy with it.

"Oh I know this one, your brother and your sister did the exact same project. You should wait for your mami, she's just out watering some crops. I maybe IN the family Madrigal, but I don't think it gets more Madrigal than her."

"But I don't wanna do it on mami's family, I wanna do it on yours!"

Félix, who was practically giving away his lunch at this point, did a double take at his son.

"You...wanna do it on MY side? How come?"

Antonio adjusted his big, white of paper, clearly ready to get started. He looked so EXCITED, he didn't notice his snacks were being stolen.

"One, EVERY grandkid has done it on the Madrigals, so everyone's already seen it. Two, I thought it'd be kinda fun, learning about yours. Mirabel pointed out that no one asks about your family whenever we go out. Now, they will!"

Félix couldn't help but smile. He raised such a sweet, caring boy. He had more heart in his pinky finger, than most did in their whole bodies.

"That's sweet of you mijo, thank you. In that case, I'd be more than happy to help you out. Tell me what you need."

"Well,"

Antonio pulled out another piece of paper, having a list of things they'd need. Félix knew OF this project, but it always changed, if only a little bit.

"First, we need to make a list of who's gonna be on here. Your parents, and your siblings, then me, Camilo, and Dolores. Then, we need to write their first and last names, and a little fact about them!"

Félix gently whistled. Lot of work for a little kid, no wonder he needed help. Félix took a piece of paper and a pencil, and got to work.

"Well, first you have MY parents. My papi, and your Abuelo, 'Ramone Castillo. You know him, obviously."

"Mhmm. I don't think we can put 'has a bad hip' as a fact, though."

Félix snorted, almost mispelling his dad's name in the process.

"No, he'd kick my butt if we did. Let's see here, fact about him. Oh, he used to be a barber! In fact, that's how he met his wife. Aka, 'Abuela Bonnie'. But, papi just calls her 'Bon Bon'."

"I didn't know how that's how they met!"

"That's right, I never got too into detail with you on that. You see, two years before the Encanto was formed, mi mami moved here to Colombia, where she met mi papi. They did hair together, since it meant a lot to them, and eventually they got married. Hair is VERY important to the Castillo family, it's why papi keeps messing with all this hair of yours when he sees you!"

Félix gave him a light noogie, making the kid chuckle.

"Is that why he always offers to braid my hair?"

"That's right! Hair is VERY important to us, so brushing it or styling it is very important. Some people say you can tell who's a part of the family based on the hair. You, mijo, are blessed with the 'Castillo curls'. I have it, your siblings have it, and chances are, YOUR future kids will have them. Not ONE straight haired person in our gene pool."

"Is that why Abuelo has that afro?"

"Pretty much, yeah. He's had that hair since I was born, honestly. He prefers doing other people's hair. Like you know your tìo Julio's braids? He taught him how to do that."

Félix added his older brother to the mix, making sure it was obvious to tell the age order of who was on the list.

"I can never tell if tìo Julio is mad or not."

"Tìo Julio is never mad. Or sad. Or happy. Or...anything, really. We dunno why, he's just always been like that. But he's a strong man. So strong, that before Luisa got her gift, they'd always come to HIM for stuff."

His big brother Julio was emotionally unavailable, but he was hard working, patient, and ever willing to lend a hand.

"Woah, he was that strong?"

"He can't move a church, but yes, he's VERY strong. He also plays the violin. In fact, our parents had all three of us learn to play an instrument. Julio plays the violin-"

"I remember! He played that during my birthday last year, right?"

"Mhmm. He has trouble expressing himself, but the violin helps him. I have my tiple, and my baby brother, 'Mateo Castillo',"

He wrote down his name just under his before continuing.

"Plays the banjo. Not very well though, he hated practice."

"I can always tell when HE'S angry."

"Hes 4'5, he's got a...short temper."

Antonio giggled at that, and Félix couldn't help but miss when his siblings were this age. They'd always laugh at his jokes too. Where does the time GO, honestly? Antonio looked over the list, lips pursed.

"Oh, your sisters though, where do they go?"

"Ah yes- the twins. They're 'papi's babies', and they're younger than all of us. You remember them, tìa Alejandra and tìa Alexandria. Alexandria is older, by two minutes. They’re identical twins, but they're VERY different. One likes blue, one likes red, Alejandra likes peanuts, Alexandria is allergic, and both are uh. Wonderful. Yeah."

Truth is they were both spoiled brats, but he loved them anyway. Papi always treated them to whatever they wanted growing up, making them absolutely spoiled. But, they still loved their family, and at the end of the day, that's all that mattered. Félix just noticed Antonio was doodling a tree already, planning out for the real deal. Smart kid.

"Okay, that's your parents, your siblings, now YOU!"

He seemed especially excited for this part, and it warmed his heart, knowing his kid was excited about his old man. Félix nodded at him, getting a grin just as big as his son's.

"Right, I'm a part of this, that's right. Well I'm 'Félix Castillo'. Er, was, before I took your mami's last name. I'm the middle sibling of my brothers, son of Ramone and Bonnie, and I'm YOUR papi, in case that's news to you."

"Daaad! You know what's not what I meant! I MEANT, what's a fact about just YOU!"

Félix opened his mouth, only to shut it again.

"Huh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just. Realized the last time I've been asked that was when I was dating your mami. It's been a while. A fact about just me. Huh...oh okay, I got one. I've ALWAYS wanted to get into wrestling or boxing as a kid."

Antonio looked up at him curiously, and he couldn't blame him, this is the first time he's ever really talked about it.

"I never knew that. How come?"

"I liked the exercise, I liked the good old fashion fist to fist stuff. I dunno, It just always made me happy. And it definitely got your mami's attention back in the day. I've always wanted to play officially, but life happens, you know?"

Antonio seemed to sulk in his seat, to the point where the rats on the table perked up in concern.

"Is it...because you had kids? That you can't do that stuff anymore?"

"What? No no no, Tonito, no, mijo,"

Félix pulled his son close to his side with a frown of his own. How awful, his son under such an impression.

"It's not because of you, or ANY of your siblings. If you told me to choose between a successful career in boxing or wrestling, or the family I have, I'd choose my family. I LOVE my family, and I couldn't be happier. Understand?"

Antonio seemed uncertain, before he softly smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I believe you. I just want you to be happy. I bet you would've been great at it."

"I have great kids. That's more than enough. Now, we putting your mami in this, right?"

"Uh huh."

He put her name on the paper, still keeping his boy clung to him, just so he knew his previous words were true.

"Okay so, your mami is five years younger than me. Her name is?"

He let his sentence drift off so Antonio could answer, and he did so with excitement.

"Pepa Madrigal!"

"That's right! She's Pepa. And a fact about her, where do I start? Your mami loves chocolate, spicy food, she loves to read, she loves you guys, her favorite flowers are dandelions, she's super good at math, she's super strong, history was her least favorite subject at school, she's SUPER good at whistling-"

"Dad, I only need ONE fact."

Félix couldn't help but snicker at that. Not his fault his wife was pretty amazing.

"Okay, ONE fact, I promise. One fact that everyone should know about your mami, is that she tries harder than anyone I know, to be the person people expect her to be. Your mami is a VERY hard worker, Antonio. I mean she raised your brother, THAT'S a gift in and of itself."

He didn't get to see what he scribbled in his notebook before he kept going with the questions.

"We're almost done! We just need a fact about Camilo, and Dolores, then me."

Félix thought about it for a second, before it clicked.

"Oh how about this-your brother's name was originally going to be 'Carlos'. But we called him Camilo instead, because when we said 'Carlos', he'd kick your mami's belly so hard, she wanted to cuss him out. We still laugh at that sometimes."

"Does HE know that?"

"I told him that once, yes, and he said 'geez, no wonder I kicked, that name sucks'. I love your brother, but sometimes I wanna kick HIM."

Antonio jotted that down with a smile, before moving onto Dolores.

"And Dolores. Besides her hearing, what do you think is special about her?"

What WASN'T special about his little girl? His pride and joy? His absolute precious little baby who didn't deserve boys so much as looking her way.

"Hmm...well, she plays the tiple, just like me. Oh how about this, before she had her gift, Dolores hoped she'd have the ability to fly. She said she liked birds so much, especially owls. It's why I call her 'my little buho' sometimes."

"Thought it was because of her eyes?"

"Eh it's both. Okay, last one is YOU. You wanna gimme a fact, or should I?"

Antonio lightly tapped the pencil against his chin in thought, just for a moment.

"How about we both come up with one! And we see who's is better."

"Deal. Okay, you first."

"Hmmm...I like to collect seashells!"

"You do, you do,"

Félix nodded. Antonio loved it whenever Félix went to the market and got him a shell, brought by merchants from far off lands. He has quite the collection, honestly.

"How about...you snore, JUST like your mami does?"

"I do? That loud?"

"Uh huh. But it's cute, just like the rest of you!"

He couldn't resist tickling his side a bit, making him giggle like a madman as he tried to squirm away from him. Antonio scribbled something down, before getting to the big canvas.

"Okay, we got the details, we just gotta draw! You ready?"

"Always, hombrecito!"

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"Félix? Félix, ven aquí!"

Félix poked his head into the room. Pepa had to step in and help Antonio, since Félix had to make dinner that night, but the poor little guy had fallen asleep right in the middle of it. He kept trying to put him to bed, but Antonio insisted he had to make it just right. Félix walked into the living room, about to scoop his boy off the floor, when he looked at the project. Everyone had a hand in this, a couple doodles here, a few flowers, and he himself had photos Antonio could pin onto it. The kid was clearly so proud of his work, describing what his grandparents did and how his own siblings were. But the part that made him stop was Antonio's little fact. In it, he wrote:

'I'm proud to be a Castillo!'

And Félix couldn't help but just melt. He gently patted the boy's head, before scooping him up in his arms, holding him close.

"Pepa, put his project somewhere safe, please. I'm gonna clean up after I put him to bed."

Pepa gave him a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at him.

"He's proud of you. And so am I."

"We make wonderful children, you and I. We should make more."

"After you clean up?"

"Absolutely ~"

One more kiss, and he was off to Antonio's room. It was a bit of a walk, getting him up there, but he got Antonio in his little hammock, and draped his blanket over him. He looked down at his sleeping son, and smiled as he gently stroked his face.

"I'm proud that you're my son, mijo. I'll see you in the morning. I love you."

Félix enjoyed teaching. These guys were the future, and he liked being a part of it. But of course, teaching wasn't the perfect job. There was always that one kid. That one student that was a little rough around the edges. This year, it was Pepa. And Pepa was a boy crazy, loud bubblegum chewing little spitfire. She was really only here because her mother made her, but she hated being here. Despite the fact that she was incredibly intelligent. Seriously, girl could do math better and faster than anyone in this class.

She just hated it, so everyone had to suffer. Her grades, her poor mother, the students she chose to distract. She was a nuisance, especially when you tried to confront her. She'd lash out, she'd bark, she'd insult, and for one of her boyfriends, she'd claw and she'd thunder. And yet, despite all of her bullshit, she was his favorite. Now Félix was going to be honest with himself, he liked Pepa. Pepa was so fucking cute. Her mane of red hair, her thin frame, her freckles, and she had delightfully small tits. He could even see her little nipples occasionally, if the weather was as cold as her glare. He wanted her. He thought such a small little lady would look so good under him.

Yet he never acted. How could he? He was a professor, a respectable one at that. He had been teaches for ages, he couldn't blow that for some girl. Even if some girl looked especially cute right now, not listening to his lecture and focusing on applying lipgloss to her little lips, grinning with her cute little gap teeth. He shouldn't feel this way about a student, but he did. Every impulse in him told him to just manhandle her and ram himself into that tight ass-

He looked at the time. No wonder everyone was getting antsy, they had a minute left. He sighed, put his chalk back by the chalkboard.

"Okay, that's all for today. Remember, test tomorrow everyone, midterms. I'm letting you guys do open book, but that doesn't matter if you don't know the process. Study hard, get good sleep, eat a good breakfast, and Pepa, a word please."

Pepa was about to leave her desk, before groaning loudly in defiance. She gave her friend a high five as she left, and eventually, the room held just himself, and Pepa. She looked so disinterested, and it was terribly sexy to him. Not that she'd ever know. She popped her gum at him, as if she wasn't already portraying the fact that she was bored.

"So, what?"

"Pepa, you know why we're talking here."

"Is it because I don't give a shit about this class?"

He sighed as he slowly approached her desk, gently tapping his knuckle against it. Papers were all over her desk, and he always loved her pretty hand writing.

"It's because I WANT you to care. You're so smart, you could be taking extra credit even."

She snorted at him, as if he said something funny. Her earrings looked so pretty as she fixed a bit of her hair back.

"Yeah, and do more work? Not a chance. I mean I'm not FAILING-"

"You're hanging a 'C-'. You're gonna fail tomorrow if you don't do something to fix it."

Pepa got up from her desk, sighing as she put her hands on her hips. He tried not to look at her legs when he was talking to her, even though they were so long and thin and perfect.

"Okay, okay, FINE. I know what this is. You really want me to 'pass the test' huh?"

Félix gave her a look, before nodding.

"Well OBVIOUSLY I want you to pass! You're a bright young lady, I want people to see that!"

Pepa rolled her eyes, scoffing in almost disgust. She took her gum out of her mouth, and after getting rid of it, got to her knees, right in front of him. He jumped a bit as soon as her hands grabbed onto his belt, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Woah woah-what are you DOING?!"

Pepa looked up at him with her eyes. They were so green, so pretty, so mischievous.

"Don't act dumb! I'm giving you what you want, you give me what I want."

"That's not what I MEANT! You CANNOT-"

He freezed as soon as her hand cupped his crotch. Oh even though his pants, they felt so soft.

"Your balls are so HEAVY. I'd be doing you a huge favor. Do a huge one for me."

Félix shouldn't. He'd jerked off to the thought of it many times, but this was REAL. This was a real student who was holding him, who was nuzzling her face against the crotch of his suit. It was different. It was better. He looked at her, the door, then her. He took a deep breath, before making his choice.

"You can't tell ANYONE, do you understand?"

"I won't tell if you won't. We starting now, or what, old man?"

He nodded, and helped her with his belt. He pulled himself out, and tried not to absolutely love how her little hand made his cock look huge. He wasn't a 'stud' by any means, but he was terribly thick, he'd give himself that much. She wasn't intimidated by it, slowly stroking him and watching as the skin rolled back and forth. She pressed it against her cheek as she continued to softly stroke, showing just how comfortable she was with a cock.

"Let's negotiate. What do you want?"

"Titjob."

"Of course. And I want an A+."

"I'll give you a C+"

He flinched a bit as her grip got just a bit tighter. Probably best to not piss off the one who's holding your dick, even if she was cute.

"I don't give C+ blowjobs, you dementia douchebag."

"First of all, not that old. We'll do A-."

"Deal."

Would it look a bit suspicious, sure, but that didn't matter. What mattered were those freshly glossed lips as they peppered his length in kisses. Her lips were so soft, so warm, even better than he pictured them being. He felt her use her other hand to let his balls free, and had to lean back against his desk a bit as she fondled them. He was embarrassed to admit it, but the last time a woman had been so good to him was...a while ago. He was already excited, not just from what she was doing, but how she looked doing it. Her cute hair in twintails, the window of her shirt showing just a bit of cleavage. She pulled away to take off her shirt, and holy shit.

They were immaculate. So small, so absolutely perky, like they were excited to see him. He loved small tits, and hers were just fucking right. She put his cock right in between her tits, and pushed them together as she started to move them up and down. And to his surprise, she was moaning as she did so, as if this was doing something for her.

"You're so much bigger than any of my boyfriends. So...thick."

He thought she was going to be sassy and reluctant about this the whole way through, but holy shit, she was getting horny over watching his cock slide in between her little tits. He watched in fascination as she continued, occasionally leaving his tip a drool covered kiss with her little mouth. He acted without warning, grabbing a hold of her twin tails, and pulling her into him. He got a good chunk of his cock past her lips, making her gag in surprise. He pulled out as quickly as he went in, despite his cock's objections, wanting to see if he hurt the startled looking girl.

"Mierda, sorry, was that too-"

"Do it again~"

Her eyes were no longer sharp with snark. They were hazy in an odd sense of lust that he had never seen from her. And boy, did it make him absolutely throb for her.

"Alright. You like a rough lesson, I'll give you a rough lesson."

So, change of plans from the tit fucking. Now, he was focused on yanking on those pretty twin tails like they were horse reins, forcing her back and forth to take his cock. She gagged loudly everytime, and stuck her tongue out everytime he pulled away. Holy shit, she liked to be gagged by his big, black cock. He had to be dreaming.

"That's what you needed-a dick in your mouth to keep you from fucking talking during my class. You're always talking and chewing that fucking gum- let me put something else in that little mouth."

He coiled the hair around his hands, and YANKED her. He pulled her hard, and held her as his cock came in her tight little throat, balls seizing and relaxing against her little chin. It was the hardest he came in a while, and it was enough to make him growl like a fucking bear as he did so. He felt her throat swallow his load, and ever so slowly pulled away, watching as a line of cum dribbled down her tits. He let go of her hair as she got up, grinning as she wiped cum from her lips. He thought it was over.

He thought wrong.

He watched as she reached under her skirt, and pulled off her panties, throwing it at him. Then, like something out of his fantasies, she swung one leg over the desk, hiking her skirt up to reveal her wet little cunt, littered with a mane of red pubic hair.

"Fuck me."

He wanted to. Holy shit he wanted to. But throat fucking was one thing, this was her pussy. Her tight, soaking on his desk and under a pretty little skirt, pussy.

"I...shouldn't."

"You should. And now. It's so empty and lonely~"

He wasted to pounce on her as she used her fingers to stretch her lips, showing the red, eager insides of her pussy. He wanted to, he was already feeling ready to go again, but post nut clarity granted him a moment of common sense.

"I shouldn't."

Yeah, that was all he had. Pepa reached over to grab his tie, and with surprising strength, yanked him towards her, his cock pressed up against her cute little ass.

"Hey, you wanted me to try for my grade, right? Well here I am, trying so hard~"

He wanted to swat her hand away as she reached over to grab his cock. He wanted to tell her that this was a mistake, but then she pushed himself in. It was just the tip, but it was all he needed. He held onto the desk, slowly pushing more and more into her. She squirmed a bit, her red cheeks matching the damn near sweaty temperature of the room.

"Oh...fuck, you're so tight."

"And you're stretching m-me, holy fuck!"

She was losing it just as much as he was. He pushed himself in fully, and upon seeing that she could handle it, went absolutely shit. He put one leg over his shoulder, and started to buck into her soaked sex. He should've been gentle, but he couldn't be, not when he's getting everything he's ever wanted.

"Holy fuck, holy FUCK, I'm fucking your little cunt, Pepa. Oh my god I'm fucking you raw, you feel SO fucking good!"

She was yelping and crying out with every thrust, absolutely drowning in her own pleasure. She had one hand holding her leg, and the other had it's nails digging into the wood of his desk.

"H-harder Señor, please-"

"It's PAPI."

He brought an open palm right across her ass, making just the LOUDEST slap sound. She cried out in delight, and he swore her tongue hung out from her pretty lips like a starved bitch.

"P-papi! Do that again, more, please!"

He obeyed. He spanked her again, and again, making her both jump, and cry out in absolute delight. She was liking this. Liking getting spanked and fucked by her teacher so much, it made her cum. She screamed like a damn banshee for him, and it was absolute music to his ears. He was punishing Pepa properly, and she looked absolutely delighted as fluid gushed from between them and onto his desk. It was so much, he could hardly stand it.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I just n-need to pull out-"

"No, please, inside, I need to feel it!"

He wanted to argue with her, but he didn't. Instead, he railed her through his orgasm, and tried not to pass out as this second orgasm painted her inner walls, before slowly seeping out of her and onto the desk. It felt so fucking good, it was everything he wanted, but at what cost? The clarity kicked in, and he pulled out, watching as the cum came out of her gaping pussy. Oh no. Oh no, he came inside a student. And he LIKED it! And he REALLY wanted to take her home and do it again, SO badly.

"Oh no. Oh no, I didn't use protection. I just fucked you raw, oh no."

He was in the middle of panicking a bit as she sat up on his desk, looking absolutely satisfied. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him. He held onto her as his mind sank further into the lustful daze in order to let the sound of his wet tongue on hers, and getting only more aroused. His hands drifted up her flat stomach, to cup her little tits, rubbing the little nipples with his thumbs. Her hands wandered his frame, before suddenly pulling away, with a smirk on her face.

"There we go!"

"How did you-"

That little sneak had gone and taken his cellphone. She grinned as she typed quickly, before handing it back to him.

"All done."

"What did you do?"

"Put my phone number in it. You know, so I can earn some of that extra credit~"

She leaned up to nip at his ear, before getting off his desk, and fixing herself up. It took only a second before she looked totally proper, as if nothing happened. She grabbed her bag, and blew him a kiss as she started to leave.

"Don't forget, A-, papi~"

She left. He cleaned up, packed his things, and left probably a half an hour later. He drove home, stopping by to get Chinese food for dinner. He preferred cooking, but his mind was...elsewhere tonight. He walked inside his building, locked the door behind him, and sat in front of the tv as he opened up his food. He opened up his phone to delete her contact. Once was too much, he couldn't be tempted by her again. Only, he had a text message.

From Pepa.

He opened it, and there she was, in her bed. She squeezed her tits together for the camera, and made a kissy face for the photo. He knew then and there that, unfortunately, he was not done.

“That’s not all I know how to stroke.” Her hands drifted towards the top of his pants, but were stilled by Félix’s, which covered hers completely.

“Slow down, Pepi. We’re in no hurry,” he reminded her.

“Maybe you’re not,” she huffed. How dare he stand in front of her like that and tell her to slow down? When they both deserved for her to absolutely devour him? Her hand fell down his thigh, closing over the proof that she wasn’t the only one who wanted to move this along. “Or maybe you are.” She gave him a light squeeze.

“Easy,” he warned her.

“Since when do I go ‘easy’?”

“Since you love your husband and don’t want him to ruin his nice dress pants.”

Right. The pesky pants. Well, she preferred they come off anyway. Deft fingers undid the button and the pants crumpled onto the ground. “Problem solved.” Now her fingers could dig into bare flesh.

“That’s not really what I meant.”

Pepa rolled her eyes. Of course she knew what he meant, but she couldn’t help herself. “What did you mean?”

“We have all night, mi vida.” He sat down on the bed. “We can just enjoy ourselves.”

“Are you not enjoying my attention?” She feigned innocence, approaching where he sat.

“I am, I just,” he gulped, looking up at her looming over him, “wanted something else first.”

She stood upright, taken aback. “What did you want?”

The grin he gave her lit up the entire room. “I wanted to see you dance.”

She barked out a laugh. “See me dance? You’ve been watching me dance all night.”

“Yes…” he conceded, “but that was in front of other people. I was hoping you would dance just for me.” He looked at her meaningfully.

“Oh.” Her lips curved into a devious smile. “You want a special dance.” She pushed him back by the shoulders, making him brace himself on his elbows.

“I-“ His thought was cut off by the sight of her breasts in front of his face, heaving with anticipation. He swallowed, suddenly unable to speak.

“You could have just said so,” she crooned, removing her jewelry and setting it aside. She didn’t want it accidentally snagging on something while she gave her husband her best performance of the evening.

Oh, his goofy smile was so endearing. “I thought you said your feet hurt.”

She paused to consider the point. “They do. I guess I forgot. It’s hard to think about anything else with how sexy you are.”

His brows knitted in concern, seemingly unconvinced. “Maybe you shouldn’t do any more dancing tonight.”

She ran her hand over the side of his face. “You’re so cute when you worry. I want to dance for you, mi esposo. No te preocupes.”

He accepted the proposal reluctantly. “But afterwards, I’ll give you a foot massage.”

He really was perfect.

“Deal.” She laughed and backed up. “Now you just sit back and enjoy the show.” She crouched slowly, swiveling her hips seductively along the way, then rose back up.

He was drooling. She hadn’t even taken off her clothes yet and he was drooling.

“Weren’t you the one talking about slowing down?” She asked with a smirk. Unzipping her dress took more concentration than usual, and she wasn’t sure she could blame the alcohol anymore.

“I can’t help myself,” he answered. His eyes dropped to the ground after hearing her dress fall with a thump.

“Lucky for you I can’t either.” She stalked back towards him, now wearing only her underclothes. Her fingers flew through her hair, unbraiding it swiftly. Once she reached the top of the braid, she shook out her newly freed tresses. She preferred to have her hair tied back, but Félix loved her long, unruly hair, saying it was “as wild as she was”. And this was for him. If he wanted her mane, he got it.

His eyes widened at the sight of her approaching him, hair down and barely dressed.

“Was this what you had in mind?” She spun for him slowly, letting him take in the sight of her dancing just for him. She saw his eyes dip to her ass and gave a playful shake.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t think I have anything in mind anymore.”

“Of course you don’t.” She turned to face him, raising her hands to her hair and intentionally messing it up, knowing it would drive him wild. It didn’t take much; the humidity that had sprung up had already made her normally voluminous curls even bigger. “Not when you’re watching your wife dance just. For. You.” She punctuated each word with a scoop of her hips.

He nodded, mesmerized.

She continued dancing for a bit: gyrating her hips, performing some intricate footwork that she knew would draw his attention right to her ass (he really did love it, even more than her hair). By now he was practically panting, and her underclothes clung to her from the warm, sticky air around them.

He didn’t seem to be faring much better. He drew in ragged breaths, fighting to breathe while confronted with Pepa dancing in a way that would make anyone at church blush and the physical manifestation of how it affected her. Sweat was sticking to him, but he didn’t notice.

Ay, poor Félix. It was time she took pity on him.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thick, solid thighs with her own. Staring him down, she moved her hips back; grinding her heat over his briefs where she knew, could feel, how hard he was.

His groan was music to her ears.

She kept going, establishing a mindless rhythm of rolling against him in slow, exaggerated strokes. Her hair was now draped over both of them, and his fingers had snagged in the thicket, tugging on it and making her moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” She panted out, shoving her breasts into his face as she kept grinding on him. It was certainly what she had wanted, judging by the wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric onto his leg.

In lieu of a verbal response, his large hands covered her shoulders and slipped down the straps of her slip, pushing on them until he had exposed her breasts. His hands were drawn to the bare flesh as if by some unknown force and immediately started kneading them gently, unhurriedly.

The rough calluses on his palms brushed against her nipples and her eyes fluttered shut. The two of them stayed like that for some time: Pepa working her hips over his crotch, and Félix treating her breasts to the most exquisite ministrations.

At some point, his mouth had replaced his hands. Sharp bites and smooth licks replaced twists and pinches. She was getting close, she knew, and she didn’t want him to be left out. Her hand reached down between them to palm over his briefs, then snaked inside to finally close around his hardness. He was so hard…

“Pepa,” he murmured around her breast, thrusting into her hand, and not letting up on his motions. “Pepa.”

They were both close. She could feel him pulsing in her hand. He chanted her name like it was a prayer. Almost there…

“Pepa…”

“Pepa…”

“Pepa.” Something had changed in his intonation. It was less reverent, more urgent. Confused, she stilled her hand for a second, but feeling how hard he was convinced her to keep going. Up and down, steady strokes, ugh he was so hard. “Pepa!”

Her eyes flew open to complete darkness. Félix lay next to her, looking at her surprisedly. It must have been the middle of the night. There was no party, no lapdance, yet she could still feel him in her hand. Probably aftershocks from the dream. The wonderfully vivid dream. “Félix,” she breathed out, eyes drooping shut again, wanting to return to their little afterparty; the two of them climbing higher and higher in their pleasure. Just a little more and she would finish him off.

“Pepa.” His voice was strained. His hand shook her shoulder, jolting her awake.

But she didn’t want to go, he felt so good…

“Pepi, amor, wake up.” Why was his voice so weird? Sighing, she opened her eyes and faced him.

“What is it?” She whispered.

“Uh, your hand is…” he pointed down his body.

Her eyes followed the motion, yelping when she realized that her hand had burrowed into his briefs as she slept. No wonder that dream had felt so realistic. “¡Ay!” Instinctively, she yanked it out, missing the way he winced. “Félix, I…” she cast about for an explanation.

“That must have been some dream you were having,” he remarked, sounding amused.

She snorted. “You could say that.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She’d been torn away from the dream on the brink of orgasm, and she felt disoriented and aroused.

“That good, huh?” He let out a low whistle. “Now I want to know what you were dreaming about.”

Pepa studied his eyes. They sparkled with curiosity, but there was a fire in them; a low thrum accented by his shallowed breathing and slightly parted lips. “I could tell you,” she began, trailing off as she maneuvered herself out of the confines of her sleeping position. Before he could respond, she swung her leg over him, straddling him as he looked up at her, clearly not expecting that.

Luisa had just started working at this specific club, and the whole family was very supportive of her. Hell, it was quickly turning into Félix's favorite place. The drinks were nice, the bar food was fatty and greasy and salty (like bar food should be), and he gets to check up on his precious sobrina. She was always 'the sensitive kid' growing up, so everyone was a bit protective of her, even though she could topple mountains with one hand. He got into a seat fairly easily, and took a look around.

This was usually a place for women to love women, but once a week they catered to men, and of course, the guys were total hounds. He remembered when he was like that.

"And what can I get you, niño bonito?"

"Oh I was waiting for my-Pepa?"

Holy shit. His wife was standing right there, dressed in their uniform. She rolled her eyes, a hand on her hip.

"Luisa had to step out for an emergency, so I stepped in for her. I'm lucky they had an outfit in my size."

Félix gave her a look over and whistled. Damn, that leather one piece hugged her frame, those cute bunny ears looked adorable on her head, and those fishnet stockings were just gonna be the death of him, blackness contrasting so nicely with her usually fair skin. He chuckled, making a rotating motion with his finger.

"Hold on, hold on. Twirl for me, let papi get a look at you~"

She tried to make it sound like she was complaining, but her slight smirk betrayed her. She did as he said, keeping it slow so he could take it all in. They even gave her a cotton tail to go on that ass he loved so much. It was like a bow on a present, and he was ready to tear into her.

"Daaaamn mami, who told you to look this good?"

She chuckled, lightly pushing his ever adoring face away from her. He swore her cheeks were just a touch misty.

"Callarse! I'm trying to work here. Now what do you want?"

"I want you to sit on my lap while you take my order."

"I'm not gonna do that."

Félix gestured to the other girls doing just that with other men, grinning smugly.

"Yeah you are. Come here, I know it's your favorite seat."

Pepa tried yet again to look disinterested, but she sat on his knee anyway, wrapping an arm around him to keep herself upright, while he had his hand on the small of her back.

"Alright, I'm here. Ugh, you're liking this."

"Course I am. This was such a nice surprise, seeing my wife look so damn good~...how many men have been looking at you tonight?"

She craned her neck back to allow him to have a few kisses, seeming to love the greedy eyes of others.

"So far? Ten. And you're making them all jealous."

He scanned the room, and sure enough, a number of eyes were on them. He knew why they were excited, the idea of a beautiful woman like her getting just an ounce of pleasure was like throwing fish into shark infested waters. They'd absolutely steal her from him if they could. He chuckled, giving her another kiss, then another, letting his lips trail down to her collarbone. Something about the atmosphere in here just made a man go absolutely nuts.

"Let them be jealous. They want you, but they can't have you, Señorita. You're mine."

She gave him that all too familiar look. Sometimes, when they both went out, they acted like they were strangers to each other, just to get into each other's pants. She LOVED that little game.

"So you say, hombre. But you don't even know my name."

"I'd like to. Here, I'll start. You can call me Papi~"

She laughed at that, lightly shoving his face away by pushing his shoulder.

"You talk too much, has anyone ever told you that?"

"I mean, my lips can do more things, if you're that tired of hearing my voice."

He tried to score himself a kiss, only to have it blocked by the menu she pulled up for him. Ah, she was never easy with him, he loved that in a woman.

"You could use your voice to get your drink. Make it quick."

"You rude to all the customers, or am I just special?"

That face she made meant he was serious. But he knew his wife hated working. He pretended to look confused at the menu, before she scoffed.

"What is it?"

"I have a few questions, about this here. Here, let me help you so you can see what I mean."

He gave her just a bit of a push, making her sit fully on his lap. It was a risky move, but worth it. Not just because he knew Pepa liked bold action, but because she could totally feel his boner as she practically sat on him. He heard that cute little squeak of hers upon realizing it, and he knew he had her. She held onto his thighs, and started to rub her little cotton tail ass against him, trying to be discreet with it.

"I can see why it'd be...hard, for you to understand. Which part confused you?"

He put his chin on her shoulder, acting as if he was just trying to read the menu now in her hands. He was fighting every urge not to buck against her, though he knew even just humping her clothed ass would be enough for him.

"Well you see, I was looking for something specific. Something...sweet. I love sweet things I can just...sink my teeth into."

He kissed at her shoulder, once, twice, and by the third kiss, he used just a slight scraping of his teeth, and that made the poor thing bite her bottom lip.

"Mmm, I like sweet things too. I've always been a fan of chocolate. And lots of it."

He was going to mourn the loss of stimulation when she got up a bit, only to try to cover his mouth in surprise as she un did the botton on his pants. She pulled out his cock, and sat back down, tightening her perfect legs around it. She rubbed her legs together, slowly, sliding her warmth together and smothering his poor cock. Holy shit, she was giving him a thigh job, right here, where anyone could possibly see. He should tell her to stop, but it felt too good for him to see common sense.

"Fucking shit- you're killing Papi here. Please, tell me your name, I want to moan it for you."

She seemed to think about it, before reaching behind her to gently stroke his chin, like he was a dog. She always did that when she was contemplating whether or not she should give him something he clearly wanted.

"Mmm...you go first. I'll see if you're worth my time."

"Señorita, I'm more than worth your time,"

He grabbed the end of her braid, and gave it a sharp tug, making her yelp in delight, before covering her mouth. Oh the mist on her poor cheeks. She could never keep quiet when you pulled that long, pretty hair of hers. He kissed her shoulder again, as if begging for forgiveness.

"But you don't seem like the type of lady who likes to lose, so I'll tell you anyway. I'm Félix."

He didn't know if she clenched her legs tighter to smother his poor cock, or to try to not feel aroused by him. Either way, he was throbbing at this point. The possibility of getting caught, his wife playing a silly little game, and these stupid fucking stockings on those gorgeous legs. Seriously, prettiest legs in the entire Encanto.

"Hmm. Félix~"

She moaned his name for him, and you swore you've never heard a sweeter sound. He nodded, taking her hand to kiss the back of it. Just because he wanted to cum all over her, didn't mean he could forget his manners.

"Si. And that name sounds SO sweet from your pretty lips. I can show you what yours sounds like, if you tell me."

Just because she already won, didn’t mean she'd be so kind. She'd continue to sit there, letting him swear under his breath as those thighs continued to move just right. He bet those stockings would look so good, covered in his cum.

"Well, Félix,"

He watched her in almost fascination as she spit on the cock between her legs, and rubbed it into him, fingers firm against his tip. It took everything in him NOT to thank her and beg her to keep going.

"I'm Pepa. It's nice to meet you."

"Mierda, Pepa,"

He said her name in the most desperate way he could, enough to grant him just a quick glance from those pretty eyes.

"It's SO nice to know the name of such a pretty woman."

He wanted to resist, but was unable. He reached between them, and grabbed her ass. He swore he heard a bolt of thunder somewhere upon her jumping in surprise. He shouldn't expect anything less, Pepa LOVED his hands on her pretty little ass.

"Say, Félix, you need to...use the bathroom, right?"

"...Pepa I'll try a lot of things but piss isn't one of them."

"No, tonto,"

She used her lips to gesture to the bathroom, and it clicked.

"I MEAN, you need me to show you to the bathrooms, right?"

He nodded quickly, immediately interested in the idea of getting some one on one time with the sexiest waitress he's ever seen. Pepa got off of his lap, and led him there by his hand. He tried to put himself away, but Pepa barked at him to leave it. Here he was, being led to the bathroom, dick hanging out. Someone could notice so fucking easily, and his wife would have no shame if he got caught. And god was it sexy. They made it to the bathroom, and as soon as they locked it, he wrapped his arms around Pepa, and pulled her into a kiss.

A kiss that was full of heated breath, of lipgloss that tasted so sweet against his tongue.

"S-should we get a stall?"

"Fuck the stall, I'm taking you here."

She yelped in surprise when he turned her around, and bent her over the sink. He parted the part of the outfit that covered her crotch, and she gasped as he accidentally ripped the fishnets in an effort to feel them further.

"You IDIOT! You ripped my-"

"I'm gonna rip that fucking pussy if you don't start being sweet to me, Pepa."

He was already fucking hard, she was already soaked and bent over. He could finger her, be nice to that pussy, but his cock was taking over, and it decided no more waiting. He squeezed her hips, and slid himself inside of her. He watched her expression in the mirror, and it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her. Suddenly she wasn't so nasty, and met his eyes with a pleading look. One a man just couldn't say no to.

"Félix, por favor, dámelo."

"You want it, Pepi? You got it."

He didn't hold back. He held onto her wrists, her skin warm and the sink cold, even within the quickly steaming room. She was helpless under him, face red, eyes lost in a haze. The empty bathroom made the sound of his thrusts so loud, and he knew she loved it, he could hear the whimpering leave her pretty lips.

"This b-better not be how you tip other waitresses."

He swore she melted as he leaned over her, putting his weight on top of her. She always did like how heavyset he was, it made her feel dominated over, and he wasn't gonna lie and say that totally didn't give him a big head.

"Just the one's that have the most perfect pussy. Just the one's that take me as well as you do. Dios, you're such a tight little bunny, aren't you?"

She didn’t want to like this, because she found this humiliating, but she was adoring it. He could feel it from how weak she was in his arms.

"Eres un pervertido!"

"Oh I'm the pervert? Says the girl who begs when I do this."

He let go of one of her hands, and brought an open palm to her ass. Nothing made a bad girl behave, quite like a good, firm spanking. The sound was so loud in the room, and it unraveled her. She cried out after each one, begging for more and more, till her ass was raw and red with his hand print. It wasn't just her ass that was blissfully suffering. It was her ever sopping wet pussy staining the floor, weak from being stretched by him. Sweat made little strands of hair cling to her pretty face, and she was drooling into the sink in front of her.

"P-please, more, PLEASE!"

"You want it all, don't you? You want Papi to breed that little bunny pussy?"

She nodded eagerly, and Félix's hand moved from her ass, to roughly cupping one of her breasts, before shoving two of his fingers in her pretty little mouth. He could feel her little tongue trying to taste him, her little lips trying to suck on them. How cute. Félix bucked into her, each thrust forcing drops to add to the pile on the floor.

"Shhh. Ya, it's okay. Papi is gonna breed that pussy, and give you so many little bunnies. Keep your eyes open. I want you to see the second I fucking cum inside of you."

He didn't know why, but he was absolutely OBSESSED with this bunny thing. Just the way it hugged her body, the way the ears flopped as she got fucked, the way he could see her cute little cotton tail above the ass he was fucking. Even the way he sank his teeth into the stupid fur in a moment of impulse drove him absolutely crazy. Such a helpless, sweet little bunny, all for him. He came in an instant, practically hissing as his cum poured into her.

It was precious, watching her watch herself get the load she oh so deserved. She loved it, he could tell from the way her pretty eyelids fluttered. But they weren't done. She still had to cum. She was close, on the very brink. So he pulled himself out, let go of her other hand, and stuffed two fingers into her pussy. His cum was still hot inside of her, and the mixture of both of their fluids trickled down his hand.

"Come on. Be a pretty bunny and cum for me. You feel all that cum inside of you, can you imagine all the bunnies you'll have? I'll even give you more if you want. You just,"

His fingers were making her practically scream against the fingers already in her mouth. She was so close, she was practically crying for it.

"Need to cum. Show me you want it. Come on, you hear me fucking that pussy with my fingers. Give it to me. Now."

The sound was fast, loud, wet, only coming to a stop when she finally DID cum. Her cry was muffled against his fingers, but he could see it-he hit just the right spot. And he didn't stop, not until that whimper of overstimulation hit his ears. He pulled all of his fingers away, finally letting the poor thing breathe. She was a mess; still bent over the sink, stockings torn and pussy still leaking with cum, and her face was covered with drool, ruined makeup from her tears. She was a dream. She met his eyes through the mirror, legs a bit too shakey to turn around.

"I...I should take this outfit home."

"You absolutely should. Assume you aren't fired after this."

"Oh Dios-how long have we been in here?"

"About twenty minutes."

They both jumped as some woman came out of one of the stalls, a bit sheepishly. An employee, given her similar attire. Damn women made the bunny thing look good.

"Sorry I uh. Didn't wanna make things awkward. Can I just wash my hands now?"

Félix tried to cover his wife with his frame as he gestured to the other sink. There was an uncomfortable moment where she washed her hands, before she leaned over to look at Pepa.

"You guys an official thing, or is he available?"

"Married, actually."

"Well shoot, I need me a man that can last that fucking long. And don't worry, I won't tell Luisa."

She walked out without too much fanfare, and Félix grinned at her.

"Did I just get hit on by another bunny-"

Pepa groans as the sun shines through her window directly onto her face. Why had she not shut her shade before going to bed she wonders as she tries to roll away but is stopped by a large … body?

She blinks open her eyes and it’s only then she realizes her place faces the west and the sun doesn’t shine in her room in the morning. In fact she makes sure there’s no light whatsoever that shines in her bedroom, especially on the weekends.

So where the hell was she?

She doesn’t remember much from the night before. She had gone to a work function. Had gotten dressed up, and looked damn good. Had multiple glasses of champagne and spun around the dance floor with her colleagues. She remembers Marcus and Caroline. And Professor Castillo. The two of them doing shot after shot with a few of their colleague friends. Their eyes narrowed at one another.

Pepa slams her eyes shut and groans as her head starts to pound at just the memory of all the alcohol. She’s no longer in her twenties. Why had she done so many shots and with the man that she couldn’t stand to be in the same room with? He drove her crazy on the daily. He only has to look her way to set her teeth grinding and her temper flaring.

A deep groan sounds from beside her and she suddenly remembers there’s a body next to her and she’s definitely not in her room. Not even in her house. Something in her doesn’t want to look at the person beside her. Decidedly a man by the way he’s groaning.

She knows. She already knows without looking even though she only has flashes of what happened. Flashes of teeth and her begging for more as she held his head between her legs. Of her screaming as he thrust inside of her over and over and over.

“No, no, no, no.” She whispers and when she looks over to the man next to her his eyes meet hers and he flies out of the bed in a shout.

“What the fuck!”

“OH! My God!” She holds her hand up in the air over where she can see his very (very) large and erect penis.

And seriously that had been inside of her? Pepa moves her hips and yep there’s a pleasant soreness down there from being plowed by - she peaks between her fingers then squeaks - him.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

“Please for the love of God, cover up or something.”

He looks down and quickly grabs the sheet, ripping it off her to cover himself. Pepa let’s out a scream and scrambles to grab it back as her breasts are exposed, “Not that!”

His eyes widen as he takes in her nakedness then with some hesitation his eyes dart around the room and he throws the sheet back at her as he ducks down. By the time she’s sitting up with the sheet tucked fully around her, he has a pair of boxer briefs on. Not that they do anything to deter from how amazing he looks and how hard he still is.

Pepa darts her eyes away from his bulge but looking at his chest is no better. She knows Professor Castillo is built. She won’t deny her eyes had lingered on him more than once when he wore a particularly tight pair of pants that hugged his back side. Or when at the end of a long day he would unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, giving her just a peak of the hair on his chest. Now that chest was on full display for her and she can’t seem to pull her eyes away from it.

“What are you doing in my bed? In my house?”

Pepa rubs her pounding head and shakes it as she closes her eyes. It really hurts. “I don’t know.”

“Why are you naked?”

She waves a hand at him, “Why are you naked?”

“I, um, don’t remember.” He replies sheepishly.

“Well neither do I.”

He finally sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, his glorious back, broadened with muscle layers, now to her. His shoulder blades alone ripple at the smallest movement from him. She may not like the guy but she‘s not blind.

“Do you think we…?”

Pepa chuckles at his discomfort. “Oh definitely. I’m extremely sore down there.”

A small smirk slides onto his face as he turns to her. Her eyes narrow. She can’t very well deny it’s not because of him after seeing his girth and so she throws a pillow at his annoying face which he easily catches.

He buries his face into the pillow and groans, “I don’t remember a damn thing past doing shots.” He lifts his face and narrows his eyes at her, “Which makes it all your fault.”

Pepa’s mouth drops open, “My fault? You’re the one that brought the first bottle to the table *I* was sitting at.”

“The table many of our colleagues were sitting at, you being one of them. You’re the one that kept challenging me.”

Pepa rolls her eyes and immediately regrets it. “Owww.” She moans rubbing at her temple.

The bed moves and when she looks up, her eyes are once again met with Castillo’s crotch area again. At least he’s no longer hard. There’s still a very large bulge and she really really wishes he would put more clothes on. Because she’s not even drunk and she’s clenching at the vague memory of him being inside of her.

Dropping her gaze, she slides to the edge of the bed, careful to keep the sheet around her and finds her dress on the floor. She sweeps it up and continues to look around. She hadn’t worn a bra but she knows she had on panties.

“Do you know where my panties are?” She asks in the kindest voice she can muster.

“Um.” A hand goes to his hair and he swings around looking on the floor for them.

Pepa waves a hand at him and makes her way to the doorway “Nevermind, I’m going to use the bathroom, get dressed, get the hell out of here and forget this ever happened.”

“Fine by me.”

She pauses in the hallway and glances behind her, his very hairy chest now in her line of sight. His very gorgeous, dark hairy chest. Fuck. “Where’s the bathroom?”

He points to her left and she quickly scrambles inside, breathing a sigh of relief as she shuts the door and locks it. She drops the sheet and sits on the toilet dropping her head in her hands. This was a fine shit show she’s gotten herself in to.

Professor Félix Castillo and her did not get along. That was actually an understatement. They publicly despised one another. But if anyone were to ask Pepa what it stemmed from she couldn’t tell them. They had been working together for years and had been adversaries since the beginning.

Their colleagues actually found it amusing and she knew there were a few bets going around regarding them.

She wonders who won this one? She really hopes it’s not Marcus. He would never let her hear the end of it.

The aroma of coffee gets her moving and she finishes in the bathroom, stepping out back in her dress from last night. She definitely does not feel as glamorous in it as she did the night before. She tosses the sheet back in his room and glances around for her panties again. She sees her purse and grabs it, immediately pulling out her phone and opening the Uber app. It shows her one will be there in ten minutes and she feels a bit of relief. Soon she will be far far away from this situation and she can hopefully forget all about it.

Considering there was very little she remembered it was a good possibility.

She steps into his kitchen area and sucks in a breath. Oh she definitely remembers being lifted onto the island and being given the best oral sex of her life. The things that man did to her with his tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck, there’s was no forgetting that.

“I have coffee.”

“Oh thank God.” She grabs the mug he slides to her and inhales it before taking a large sip. A bottle of water and some pills are then placed next to her. She considers making a comment about not taking any type of pills from him but thinks better of it. Her headache can’t handle arguing with him right now. Instead she mumbles her thanks before popping open the bottle and swallowing the pills.

“Also, I found…” she glances over her shoulder to see him, thankfully fully dressed, holding up her panties. They're ripped on both sides and clearly of no good use.

“You did that!”

“Sorry?” He chuckles and she wishes she had something to throw at him again. He sounds too damn proud of himself.

“Now not only do I have to do the walk of shame in this but I have to ride in an Uber with no panties.”

“I’ll take you home.”

“Ugg no thanks. Last thing I need is for you to know where I live.”

“I know where you live already Pepa.”

“Whatever.” She takes a sip of her coffee and doesn’t realize until later after she’s home and curled up on her couch watching a stupid Halloween hallmark movie that it was made exactly how she likes it. Just a touch of cream with two and a half scoops of sugar.

Coincidence, she tells herself before taking a very long, needed nap.

There’s a knock on her office door and not thinking twice she tells whoever to enter. It’s late and she knows it won’t be a student. Probably Marcus or Caroline wanting her to go out for drinks. Nevermind it was Monday, they always wanted to go out for drinks when they’ve had a long day. And in their line of work, everyday was a long day.

Instead her eyes do a double take when Félix walks into her office.

“Professor Castillo?”

He rolls his eyes, “Considering the weekend's activities I think you can call me Félix, Pepa.”

She huffs in irritation, “Well I’d prefer not to. Do you need something?”

“So I searched the apartment for, um,” his hand slides between his unbuttoned top portion of his shirt and scratches. Her eyes follow the motion and her crossed legs tighten unconsciously, “I didn’t find a condom.”

Pepa’s jumps up, pressing her hands to her desk, “What?”

He looks abashed, “Yeah. Not a wrapper or an actual used condom. Um, I know this is incredibly shitty, but are you sure we …”

Oh she was sure. She was still very sore down there. All she says to him is, “Yeah.”

“Well I - I’m clean.”

“I am too!” She says in defense and he holds up his hands.

“I wasn’t implying anything. Are you, hmm, you on something that would prevent, ya know?”

“Yes.” She gasps. “I get the shot.”

He lets out a big breath, “Good. Good. Okay well, that’s all…”

“Okay. Good. You can leave now.”

He nods and she falls back in her chair as her door shuts. To think she could be pregnant with his child.

"Hey baby, how was school?"

"Good-Mateo! Put your toys away!"

Félix barked at his younger brother, who was upstairs, doing annoying brother shit. Félix kicked his toys out of the hallway, and went for the kitchen, where his mom and his older brother, Julio, were cooking. Julio looked down at him as he gutted the fish on the tray. It was a job that he always offered to do, especially when their mom just did her nails.

"You're smiling. Something good happen?"

"Oh definitely, we're doing group projects, and you won't guess who my partner is."

His mother definitely knew, given her smile.

"Let me guess, a girl."

"Not just a girl. THE girl. Aka, the most beautiful, the most funny, the most...well, EVERYTHING. Pepa! Oh you should've seen her today, mami. Cute little braids, new lipstick that made her look like she was made of gold-ugh, it KILLS me, mami~"

His mom wiped her hands on her apron, patting his cheek affectionately.

"Oh, you got bit by the love bug honey, and bad. When you gonna bring that girl home?"

"Oh she's definitely gonna come home with me, but I dunno if you'll have time to meet her!"

Félix laughed as he high fived his dad. Félix was...promiscuous, to say the least, and his dad was proud of the number of girls he's wooed. His mother scowled, lightly smacking the back of his head with her wooden spoon.

"You better not hurt that girl, young man. Alma gonna put a bounty on our heads."

"Hey, one thing I take pride in, is never hurting a woman. They're too beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, your hair just looks wonderful today, mami."

"Well thank you, baby. But no, you can't have a snack before dinner. Now work on your project till we're done."

"Worth a shot."

Félix chuckled as he went upstairs, to his room. He put his backpack on his chair, and hopped into bed. He should be doing homework, but a nap sounded really good. He looked up at the ceiling, and sighed. He got to be partners with PEPA. Damn she was pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty lips, and legs. God DAMN the legs on that woman. She even wore those long, orange see through socks and just. Shit, she was fucking fine.

"She even SMELLS pretty. Like rain. And oranges."

He was talking to himself, which was weird, but not in your own room. Could you blame him? No one understood her beauty quite like him. Even the way her nails gently grazed his hand as he let her borrow a pencil. She made him feel all warm and soft inside, like fresh bread. He'd do anything to have her give him a shot. Just one date. One chance to kiss her. Or more. If she was that kind of girl, he'd fuck her. He knew what women wanted. He'd give her everything, anytime she wanted it.

"...fuck it, I got a minute before dinner."

When the mood strikes, you know? He un did two buttons on his shirt, just to get himself comfortable, before taking off his pants, and his underwear. He reached over to his dresser for lube, and after getting himself comfy and his hands covered, he started. He was slow at first, rubbing against his thighs first, just to tease himself. He took a deep breath as he cupped his balls in his hand, before sighing in relief as soon as his other hand gripped around his cock.

Slow and firm, just how he liked it. A bit of a pinch at the tip, making him close his eyes in satisfaction. He almost wished Pepa caught him right now. He'd kill to just have her sit there, study him with those eyes, green as emeralds. He could picture her now, doing that whole biting her nail thing. She always did that when she saw something she liked. He remembered she'd always do that when she'd watch the boys at school play sports. And her face would get all misty when they flirted with her in between breaks. He didn't mind that Pepa got around, he really didn’t.

"Just means she knows how to handle an hombre."

God he could picture her. Staining his dick with that golden lipstick, nuzzling him in between those legs that looked so pretty. The shit he'd do to just hold her wrists, and fuck her pretty thighs. God he was hard, he could feel himself throbbing. He wanted Pepa. He wanted Pepa so fucking bad. He wanted just one peek under her skirt, or just one glimpse of her bra, he'd even be perverted enough to jerk off to the idea of her smell alone and-

"Félix honey, can you help me set up the t-"

"MAMI!!!"

He immediately grabbed his pillow to cover himself, even though he knew that wouldn't hide his shame. His mother looked away, clearing her throat.

"Sorry baby, thought you locked the door during your...activities."

"I thought you KNOCKED!"

"Sorry, sorry, that's my bad. Is that the stain I keep finding on your sheets? Because I have towels I'd rather you use-"

"Could you NOT talk to me right now? You literally almost saw it!"

His mother scoffed, but still didn't meet his eyes, thankfully.

"I was the one who changed your damn diapers, and I have six whole ass kids. I've seen it all before honey. Now it's normal, you know that-"

"What's not normal is you standing in the doorway talking to me about it! Leave!"

"Alright alright, don't shout. You come downstairs when ya done. How long should I keep the food on warm?"

Félix groaned, regretting...everything, honestly.

"I'll be down in a minute, moment's gone."

"Better be a minute, no one's eating cold fish in this house."

His mom FINALLY shut the door, and Félix groaned, covering his face in both his hands. He then grumbled, realizing he just slapped his face full of lube.