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shadowlali · 6 months

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COD - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~2.4k summary: you attend an art show with rudy and find the alleyway to be quite interesting masterlist

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of y/n, not too many descriptions of reader (Rudy can grab readers hair), established relationship, oral (m! receiving, he's just a little rough but not too much), exhibitionism (if you squint), semi-public sex a/n: feliz día de los muertos (even tho its practically over)! very late in posting this, i know. hope you enjoy!

“Can you be still, please?”

Rudy’s face scrunches from the tiny eyeliner brush running across his skin. “I’m trying.”

He sits on the vanity chair with his legs spread and you between them. Half of your face is painted in sugar skull makeup and now you’re painting the same designs on Rudy’s face. You’re both attending a friend’s Dia de los Muertos art show in town and you thought it would be cute to go in theme.

With one more flick of the brush, half of his face is now painted with thin lines imitating a skull. You wave a small fan in his face then grab the mirror on your vanity and hold it up to him.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

His eyes open and a smile spreads across his face. His eyes flick up to yours then back down to the mirror. “I have an artist as a girlfriend.”

You roll your eyes and say a small stop at his words, feeling heat rush to your face. You reach over his shoulder to place the brush and mirror down. He takes that opportunity to wrap his hands on the back of your bare thighs and slowly inch his fingers up to the bottom of your dress.

You lean down to press a small kiss to his lips, not wanting to ruin your lipstick and makeup. Rudy tries to deepen the kiss and drag his fingers up to the seam of your panties but you lightly push his shoulders.

“Behave,” you tell him while stifling a laugh.

“I just want to give you a little thanks, princesa.”

You cup his jaw carefully to avoid smudging and place another slow kiss on his mouth. “You can thank me later,” you whisper.

With a quick spin, you’re out of his arms and walking out of the room. “Come on, we’re going to be late,” you say over your shoulder.

As you put on your boots, you hear Rudy rummage through the hallway closet. He comes back with two tejanas, one slightly smaller than the other. He places the smaller one on your head and fixes your hair then puts on his. Rudy locks up and you begin the short walk into town.

You walk hand in hand down the cobblestone streets while pointing to all the orange flowers, pictures and candles that decorate people’s front porches. There's a few events happening in town and many others are dressed up in more elaborate costumes and makeup. As you near the art studio, you see it packed through the large windows.

You and Rudy enter and are met with beautiful paintings and displays. Eventually you run into your friend and congratulate her with a big hug. Rudy leaves you two for a while and goes to chat with some of your other mutual friends.

He never ventures too far, always keeping you in his line of sight but giving you space to talk with your friends. More people begin to arrive and you let your friend attend to them while you search for Rudy.

He catches your eye from afar and nods towards the door that leads to a tiny alleyway between the studio and another property. It’s nighttime by now and the air is cool on your heated skin. You didn’t realize how warm the studio was until now.

A gate and short brick wall separates the studio from the main road. You can hear chatter and laughter from the bar across the street as well as the people walking along the sidewalk.

Rudy leans against the brick wall and beckons you over. You walk slowly towards him, taking in his relaxed posture. He’s completely unaware of the thoughts brewing in your head.

It’s like he walked out from one of your cowboy fantasies with his tight jeans and cowboy hat. You have the sudden urge to drop to your knees and take his cock down your throat. He raises his eyebrow the moment you place your hands on his chest.

“¿En qué piensas, princesa?” Rudy asks. [What are you thinking?]

You look up and down the alleyway then look back to the open door. There’s voices coming from inside the studio where anyone who also wants some fresh air can stumble outside and see the both of you. It’s blocked from the sidewalk, but if you’re too loud someone can definitely hear as they’re passing by.

“Do you trust me?” you whisper as your hands travel down to his belt buckle.

Rudy takes a deep breath and his eyes flicker towards the door. With one hand you begin to undo his belt and the other palms him through his jeans. You feel him begin to harden underneath your touch.

“Yes.”

You unzip his jeans and lean forward to kiss him. He tries to wrap his hand around the back of your neck to bring you in closer but you stop him.

“The makeup, Rudy.”

“Fuck the makeup.”

He’s warm and hard in your palm. You push down his jeans just enough for his cock to spring out. He keeps his hands around your waist while you place chaste kisses to his lips and jaw.

Even in the light from a far away streetlamp, you can see the red lipstick marks your leaving behind. You push his hands away and try to drop down to your knees but he stops you.

“Wait,” he says while removing his leather jacket, ”here.”

He quickly folds up his favorite leather jacket and places it on the ground. You drop to your knees and continue stroking him. A bead of precum drips out of the tip and you're fast to lick it up.

You hear a stifled groan from Rudy as you tongue the short slit of his cock. It’s a taste you’ve loved since the moment you put your mouth on him, slightly salty and all him.

“Shhh, baby,” you say to him when you hear another moan fall from his lips.

Rudy gives a jerky nod while looking down at you. His head falls backward onto the brick wall the moment you swallow his length. It’s big, but like the great girlfriend you are, you open your mouth as far as it can go and swallow more of him.

Rudy places one hand on his thigh and the other knocks off your hat to tangle his hand through your hair. You feel your hat land right next to you but you ignore it.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says through gritted teeth.

You bob your head slowly on his cock, wanting to savor the taste and warmth of his skin. Wetness pools in your panties and you squeeze your thighs together. The part that you can’t fit in your mouth, you wrap a hand and stroke as you move up and down. With your other hand you reach below his cock and lightly massage his heavy balls.

Rudy moves both hands into your hair and begins to rock slowly into your mouth. Not wanting to give him complete control, you take him out of your mouth, a line of spit following you. Before he can push you back down, you move your head to press kisses and small licks to his balls.

“Princesa. Don’t tease me, please.”

You giggle at his desperation and continue to suckle at the soft skin. His fingers dig into your scalp and his hips twitch. Deciding to stop torturing him, you move up and swallow him once more.

You feel your mouth and the back of your throat stretch to accommodate him. Rudy is careful not to choke you but the deep pulls of your warm mouth and soft lips has him thrusting in a little too harshly.

Your eyes water and you gag, but you don’t pull back. This time you let him set the pace. He’s much more careful, moving your head back and forth on his cock.

One hand is kept on his balls and the other travels down to slip under your short dress and into your panties. You gather your slick on your fingers and move them up to rub your aching clit.

“Así, hermosa,” he whispers above you. “Así, así.” [Just like that]

He pushes your head deeper and your nose rubs into the hair at his groin. You move your fingers to your entrance and push two in, feeling how swollen your walls are. Your jaw starts to ache and your knees begin to hurt on the hard ground, his jacket not providing too much cushion. Yet you’re not going to move.

Being on your knees for Rudy is your favorite thing, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. Your fingers work faster and you start fucking yourself with short strokes, bouncing slightly on your fingers.

Rudy’s fingers continue to dig into your scalp and bob your head up and down his cock. His hips start meeting your mouth and you feel his balls twitch. He’s close to cumming down your tight throat.

Just as the twinges of an orgasm appear in your core, Rudy slides out of your mouth. Another long line of spit connects his cock to your tongue. You quickly move back onto him but he only gives you enough room to suck his swollen tip.

“Levántate,” he snaps. [Stand up]

You listen, releasing him with a pop from your lips and slowly rising on shaky legs. He grips your hand and sucks your wet fingers into his mouth as he pushes you to face the wall.

Just as you're about to face plant into the bricks, Rudy releases your hand and you steady yourself. You can feel him behind you, flipping up the skirt of your dress and landing a sharp slap, slap on your ass cheek.

You feel a slight sting on your hip as he rips off the lacy panties and you turn to see him drop them on top of his still discarded jacket. He kicks open your legs and you feel his tip rub over your clit and up to your entrance. The moment you moan Rudy spanks you with his other hand.

“Shhh, baby,” he mocks back.

You nod your head and press your hands onto the wall, the uneven shape of the bricks digging into your palms. In one fluid movement Rudy plunges inside of you. You bite your tongue to stop the moan from escaping and hear him barely suppress a whimper.

He’s big, much bigger than your toys and fingers. Rudy stretches and reaches every inch of your drooling cunt. You can hear his heavy breathing while he grips your waist.

“Rudy, please,” you beg.

He slides out until just the tip of him is buried in your pussy. You think he’s going to make you beg again but he thrusts back in. Rudy sets a quick pace, watching your ass jiggle with every thrust.

His cock is the perfect length, reaching the deepest part to kiss your cervix with his mushroom head. The same twinges of heat you felt earlier begin again. You can feel your limbs tighten and your body heat even with the cool air.

The alleyway is quite aside from the wet slapping coming from the both of you. Voices can be heard coming closer and you’re not sure if they’re from inside the studio or the sidewalk.

The thrill of being caught causes you to squeeze down on his fat cock, Rudy landing a loud smack to your ass cheek in retaliation.

“So fucking dirty,” he whispers.

Luckily, or unluckily, the voices are on the sidewalk. Rudy bends his knees a bit and pistons faster as the voices approach. You bite down on your knuckles while he repeatedly bumps on the spongy spot inside of you.

The people who pass by are obviously drunk from the slur of their speech and the volume of their voice. One of them rattles the gate into the alleyway and Rudy takes that opportunity to move his fingers to your clit.

With a few short strokes of his fingers on your swollen button, you come apart on his cock. Ringing fills your ears and you feel your eyes roll up. Uncaring of how hard you're biting down on your knuckles and about maybe being caught, you ride the wave of your orgasm. Rudy’s thrusts are sloppy and rough in your fluttering cunt until he groans loudly and spills his warm cum inside of you.

Your hips keep pushing back into him, never wanting the feel of his cock sliding and stretching you to end. Rudy stumbles slightly then rights himself again. He moves your hair away from your neck and sucks the warm skin. He presses a hand to your lower tummy and keeps your flush against him while his cock finishes pulsing.

After a few moments you realize the people kept walking, the gate most likely locked from this side. Once Rudy feels the strength return to his body, he slowly pulls himself out of your fucked hole. He tells you to stay put while he reaches for the panties still waiting on top of his jacket.

Using the ripped lace, he wipes up his leaking spend from your inner thighs. You fix your dress and hair then reach down for the hat. It’s still in perfect condition, but you decide not to put it back on since you're still too hot. Rudy sticks your panties in his pocket and shakes off the leather jacket, also deciding not to wear it.

“The shit you make me do, princesa,” he says with a teasing tone.

No longer nervous about making noise, you laugh. “You love it, Rudy.”

He hums in approval, ”Claro que si.” [Of course]

Rudy wraps an arm around your shoulder and you two walk towards the open door. You stop him before he walks in, noticing the lipstick all over his face. He takes you in as well, the smudged liner, slightly blurred mascara around your eyes and red lipstick smeared around your lips.

“I think we should–”

“Go home?” he interrupts.

“Yes.”

You peek into the door and manage to find your friend quickly. From the doorway, you wave goodbye and decide to try the gate, not wanting anyone to notice the fucked look on your face. The gate has a simple latch that Rudy opens.

If the group from earlier hadn’t been so drunk, they could have easily opened the gate, you think. Rudy wraps his arm around you while you two make the short walk back home, legs shaking and heart happy.

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Day Twenty-Three: John McTavish + Feliz Navidad

You never knew that Johnny was so good at dancing until your first Christmas together. He had been humming Christmas songs since the end of October. Hell, you hadn't even managed to get your Halloween decorations down before the man slyly put up wreaths and hummed Santa Baby every time he was around you.

His feet moved in sync with yours, and for a second, all you felt were your feet sweeping against the hardwood floors in your house. Your tree was out the minute you had all your Thanksgiving leftovers away. That was the promise; he would wait til Thanksgiving was over. Wait til your parents went on their merry way, and it was back to being just the two of you. "You just put the leftovers away, love, and I'll get the decorations." He says with a kiss to your cheek, and he is practically running towards the garage and attic.

You may have put the decorations and tree in two different spots at the start of the new year once the holidays were over. Johnny didn't mind, though. It allowed him to burn off the calories he had just stuffed in his face. The last snap of the Tupperware container was in sync with your husband sliding the box that held the tree against the floor. "Too full to pick up the box, Johnny?"You teased with ease; he picked up the box, catching your drift to not scratch your hardwood floor. You shut the door to the fridge and got to work on the dishes sitting in your sink, rolling up your sleeve and watching as your husband started to unpack the plethora of Christmas decorations you had stuffed away at the end of last year.

He was already humming, fidgeting with the TV, taking the screen from the most recent football game to the music channel. The floating sounds of Christmas music hit your ears, and you couldn't deny the smile that grew on your face. Your hands were submerged in hot soapy water, and you washed forks and spoons before making your way towards the bigger dishes.

"Love, what are you doing?" Johnny nearly screams from the other room; even with the large bar giving you access to see each other, he still asks. "I'm washing dishes!" You answered back; the pout that grew on Johnny's face was so faked. The bottom lip was jutting out, and the softest set of doe eyes ever given to another human being. "You said you would help me this year, love." You shake your head, "I said after the dishes were done. Do you remember last year's Thanksgiving dishes? The mess that we… no, I'm sorry I had to clean up the next morning when all I wanted to do was make a cup of coffee, and we had no spoons." You recall the memory, not that it was terrible; you're just trying to make your point.

Johnny sighs heavily, "But you…" "Johnny, let me finish, would ya, and then I'll come help ya." It tends to work if you interrupt him, maybe due to his time in 141 or Simon trained him well for you. You had done Friendsgiving last year at your house, and you know how much Johnny missed his friends. You continue with your dishes, and Johnny continues with his tree and decorations. By the time you finish your dishes and have the dishwasher running, Johnny has put together your tree and gotten the lights all plugged in.

In seconds, he's got his hands wrapped around your waist. "Are you done lovey?" He's practically begging for you to be done, but your hands are still a little soapy; you look over your shoulder where your husband's head sits on the crook of your neck. Booping his nose with a dollop of suds. His face contorts from anger to shock, and then finally, he's laughing and holding you tight in his arms. "Come on, lass, I really wanna spend the start of the holidays with you." He whispers, sending shockwaves through your system, and he's got you swaying almost automatically. "Let me… Johnny, I need to dry my hands first." You try, but he's already taking you to your living room.

"Wipe them on my jeans. I wanna dance with you, Bonnie." You go to shake your head, but that's when you notice how horrible your living room looks. Your couch pushed out of the way, and your rug pulled up from its spot on your floor. The TV is louder now that you're in the living room. Still playing Christmas music. "We haven't danced in so long." Finally, Johnny's words come to your mind. "I know honey, why do you think I wanna dance with you.

Your heels click gently against the hardwood. He's eyeing you up and down. You're still dressed up. Heels that clicked against the hardwood and a dress that flowed as the two of you continued your sway. Johnnys' hands stay on your side and lower hip. He's gliding you, and you let him because you don't remember the last time you felt so damn calm, even if your house is a wreck and you for sure know that you have to get your dishwasher looked at later in the week.

"Stay with me, lass. I can tell you keep floating off." Johnny whispers into your ear. "I can't help it." You mutter back. There isn't a song on the TV that Johnny has fallen in love with yet to have your feet moving against the floor. He likes how the two of you are now. Likes how your head is resting on his chest. He knows that you can hear his steady heartbeat.

It's a stupid song. It's so stupid, but it's such Johnny to be hit by the song Feliz Navidad. He isn't sure why, but he knows all the song's lyrics and beat before it even starts to play. That's when your swaying turns into more of a step and sway. He's humming the tune, which reverberated through his chest to your ear. "Really, this is the one that did it for you?" You tease him, and you can hear him roll his eyes, but there's something almost sweet about how such a simple song has the two of you dancing around your living room.

Completed on: 11/29/23

Posted on: 12/23/23

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