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PEDRO PASCAL and DAKOTA JOHNSON on the set of ‘Materialists’

i hate him i hate him i hate him

HELLO? I'm melting, this is perfection!!!

excuse me in advance for being horny but thinking about javier peña eating you out on his desk 😌😌

okay anon

you sent this at a good time for me because what if it's older javier peña and what if he's in this little getup right here

and what if he's spent the day in meetings on the other side of town, praying for them to wrap up early so he can see you?

cw: pussy eating, because javi doesn't get to do that enough

but they don't wrap up early. they go on and on and on, one after another, mind-numbing bureaucratic bullshit he can't for the life of him care about no matter how important they might be because he wants to see you. he needs to see you.

last night he'd had you backed you up against filing cabinets in a dark corner after hours; kissed you so hard he'd smeared that pretty red lipstick all over your chin. he'd wanted more--you'd wanted more--but his cell phone rang just as his tongue met the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pulling him away from the soft velvet of your skin.

he books it back to the office on the off-chance that you're still there past 5, but your desk is as empty as everyone else's. he tries to swallow his bitter disappointment.

he pulls his jacket off and sulks his way back to his office, flipping on the lights and startling himself when he sees you sitting on his desk and swinging your legs back and forth as you greet him.

"hi, javi."

javier shudders at the way you purr his name. no one else calls him javi. it's always mr. peña, agent peña, javier--you're not so formal. his reputation never impressed you like it seems to impress everyone else. you treat him like any other man, like he has something to prove.

"evening, bonita," he says. he draws himself up, chest out and shoulders back, putting on that slow swagger the girls always seem to like. you raise your eyebrow, but he sees the way your lips part and your pupils dilate, even in the low light. you spread your legs just wide enough for him slot his narrow hips between your thighs.

"you have a good day?" you murmur, tilting your head and looking up at him through your lashes. something softens inside of him--he thinks you really want to know. he wants to tell you, too, but not right now. right now he can feel his pants growing tighter, his cock twitching against his jeans.

"mmhmm," he says, pulling off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his button up. your fingers make gentle circles around his forearms, rubbing against his skin like you just can't help but feel him. he doesn't elaborate, just kneels in front of you, smirking at the little gasp you let out.

javier runs his hands up and down your calves as he gently pushes your legs apart, sucking in when he sees you're not wearing panties under than little business casual skirt. "where's the rest of your clothes, baby?" he teases. you lean back on his desk and his cock throbs as you narrow your eyes at him. he groans and shoves your skirt up your hips, exposing your wet, needy cunt. "gonna let me eat this little pussy?"

you nod fervently, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. he kisses up, up, up your right thigh, skimming over your lips and making his way back down your left. you wiggle in grip, and he thinks of making you wait more, but you're dripping onto his desk, and saliva's pooling in his mouth.

"please, javi," you whisper, and he can't possibly say no to you. he spreads you apart with his thumbs, just to get a good, long look. you writhe in front of him and he growls at the arousal leaking from your softly clenching hole. he chuckles at the soft whine you let out.

"all right, baby, all right. c'mere," he soothes, pulling you to the edge of the desk and throwing your legs over his shoulders. he presses his whole face into your cunt, licking a long, solid strip up to your clit. you try to lift your hips, but he lays his forearm over your belly to hold you in place.

if he had you in a bed, somewhere private, he'd take his time. but right now he has one goal, and that's to get you to come all over his face before someone found the two of you. the noises you're making are too loud, but he needs to hear them. he'll just have to be quick.

he tries to remember the last time he had something so fucking warm and wet and soft in his mouth, the last time he felt dizzy from someone's scent. you're intoxicating, and he can feel his cock pulsing in his jeans as you cry out his name. he moans loudly into your cunt, unable to contain himself. you feel so fucking good. it doesn't take long. he wishes it took longer. you fall apart on his tongue, whimpering and shaking as he laps up every last drop.

"javi," you breathe, barely back to reality. "fuck me, baby, please."

he shouldn't. he shouldn't fuck you here, on his desk, where anyone could find you. he shouldn't.

~ sorry if this is trash i wrote it in a fugue state ok bye

So right. This man can do both so well. Hard to say which is my favorite. This t shirt is definitely doing those biceps favors though

That picture of pedro leaning against the car on the materialists set almost fucking kills me every time I see it. Like, what is it about that picture specifically?? I have no idea!!! But every time I see it my pussy quite literally quivers.

Also he looks so fucking good in that coke shirt. A prime example of Get You A Man Who Can Do Both. I honestly have the softest spot for him in worn in t shirts and rumpled looking, but these materialist shots have got me in a tizzy.

i mean it's borderline obscene. the knee pop? the slutty hand on the waist? the furrowed brow? leaning on his $200k car? i would trust him with my life i think

and then in the same damn day! THIS delightful smiley dork! i'm also living for him in his casual clothes with his hair all done up 🥰 the prettiest man to ever, i fear