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Description:
Reader/character is married to Jack Daniels and she finds out she's pregnant. He flips out when she tells him and he says some pretty nasty things to her.
Javier Pena is her friend and comes and helps her move her things out of the house and she files for divorce. She and Javier eventually marry.
Some years later she finds out her son has a fatal disease and needs a donor, so she locates Jack to help.
I NEED javier pena slowburn little angsty longgg asss chapters with a lil bit of smut. I CANT find anything on here the only things i see is just pure smut. I need some plot. AN ACTUAL STORY. PLEASE RECCOMEND ME SOMETHING AND IT HAS TO BE AN X READER. I BEG OF YOU. im literally starving
My dumbass is sitting at my work's meeting about drug compliance/diversion and the pharmacist warns us: "If the DEA enters your facility, they don't LEAVE your facility."
A late night at the DEA office leads to an unexpected confession: despite his reputation, Javier Peña has never been with a woman with big boobs before. What starts as a teasing conversation quickly turns into something much more intimate. And once Javier finally admits just how fascinated he's been, neither of you gets much work done.
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader
Warnings: smut (mdni please), large breasts, kissing, fingering, p i v, hair pulling, big cock mentions, office sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, smoking, big boobs agenda, boob obsessed javier peña
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“Javi?” you laugh, catching him staring straight down your shirt. “You look like a damn starving dog right now,” you tell him, pulling him closer.
He's wearing a purple shirt that's surprisingly soft under your hands. One of those colorful shirts of his that always fascinates you because Javi doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy who'd wear purple. Honestly, it's hot. Then again, everything Javi wears is hot.
You almost roll your eyes at yourself. Sure, you just compared him to a starving dog, but you're not exactly any better when it comes to him. You've wanted him for months now, ever since you got transferred here from Cartagena.
Javier was the first thing that caught your attention. Well, the first and only thing. And really, who could blame you? Definitely not anyone who's ever gotten even a quick look at this man.
“A starving dog? I'm just appreciating the... view,” he says with a smirk, pulling you closer by your hips, his gaze still glued to your chest.
You're sitting on his desk. It's late, everyone else has already gone home, and the only things left here are the hum of the half-dead air conditioner that's been fighting for its life all day and the piles of paperwork spread across Javi's desk.
Javi steps between your knees, close enough that you catch the familiar scent of cigarettes that seems permanently attached to him, mixed with the faded cologne he probably threw on this morning before leaving home. The heat from his body surrounds you. Not that you mind. Quite the opposite.
“I like this,” he murmurs.
“Hm?” You raise an eyebrow, pretending you have no idea what he's talking about.
A second later, you're proven right when his hand slowly starts moving toward your breast. Slowly. Carefully. Like he's waiting to see if you'll stop him.
You don't.
After a moment, his hand finally closes around it through your shirt, giving it a gentle squeeze. “This,” he whispers, as if there was any chance you didn't already know.
“I know,” you breathe out. You're trying to sound casual, but that's pretty hard when Javi's got a hand on your breast. Heat rushes through your body and your stomach flips. It's been way too long since you've slept with anyone, and it's getting harder and harder to pretend you don't want to rip his clothes off and tell him you want him inside you. Still, you try to play it cool. “I see the way you look at me. The way you can't keep eye contact for more than five seconds before your eyes drop to my chest.” You say it like it's nothing, even though your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Partly because of how badly you want him. Partly because you barely recognize yourself right now. Saying things like this to him. You honestly have no idea where it's coming from.
Doesn't seem like Javi minds, though. “Hmmm... if I heard you talking about some other guy like this, I'd probably think he was a pervert who couldn't control himself,” he mutters. Meanwhile, his other hand slides off your hip and settles on your other breast. Then squeezes both of them, gently pressing them together. A grin spreads across his face. Almost happy. Almost like a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first time.
You let out a quiet laugh. "Agent Peña? You're acting like a high school kid seeing boobs for the first time, and yet..."
"And yet what?" he asks, finally looking up at your face.
You swallow.
His eyes are dark, and for a second it feels like he can see straight into your head. It's weirdly... intimate.
"And yet I'm pretty sure you've seen hundreds of boobs in your lifetime." For a split second, something that feels suspiciously like jealousy creeps in. You immediately shove it aside. You want to fuck him, not start a family with him. Who cares how many women have had his cock inside them?
Javi's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "Hundreds? You're giving me way too much credit," he chuckles. "Besides... none of them looked like yours."
You blink. You don't even know what to say to that. Honestly, it's kind of ridiculous having this conversation while he's literally got both hands on your breasts. Actually, the whole situation is ridiculous when you think about it. The fact that he's touching you at all. You two have skipped about ten steps somewhere along the way. Pretty sure kissing was supposed to happen before this.
Javi runs his thumb over your shirt. "I've never been with someone who had..." His eyes drop back down. "...these."
"These?"
"Big ones."
"And… what if you had the chance to be with someone who did? What if, for once, you took a break from all those informants with tiny boobs?" The second the words leave your mouth, you realize what you've just said. Jesus Christ. That was basically an invitation. An invitation for him to fuck you. Shit. Shit. Shit.
His eyes immediately snap back to yours. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
"I'm just wondering if you'd like to find out what it's like," you whisper. At this point, you've got nothing left to lose.
For a moment, neither of you says anything.
Then Javi smiles. "I think we both know damn well that I do."
You swallow hard. That wasn't what you expected.
Sure, people around the office talk. Mostly the women. Sometimes the men too, though usually with a healthy dose of jealousy. According to them, no pair of panties stays dry around Javier Peña, and Javi doesn't exactly do much to prove them wrong.
Still. You're surprised by how quickly this became real. "Okay," you whisper.
"Okay," Javi says. "Though I'm a little concerned that a desk at the DEA office isn't exactly the most comfortable place." He says it so casually that it takes your brain a second to catch up.
Wait. What? Here? Right now? Wow. Okay, you definitely hadn't expected things to move this fast, but the more you think about it, the more it turns you on. The fact that he wants this just as badly as you do. The fact that he doesn't want to wait. You take a deep breath and place your hands over his, the ones still wrapped around your breasts. Gently, you lift them away.
Javi immediately frowns. There's something almost questioning in his expression. Like he's worried you're backing out. Like you don't want this. Funny, because if he knew how wet you were right now, he wouldn't be doubting anything.
You don't break eye contact as you start undoing the buttons of your shirt. One by one. Your shirts are always tighter around your chest because your breasts are genuinely big, and with every button you undo, the fabric loosens a little more. The pressure eases.
Javi watches you like a starving man. At one point, you actually see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.
And that's when it really hits you – this man has been inside God knows how many women. And apparently none of them had big breasts. The thought almost makes you laugh. It's funny. But at the same time… you're weirdly proud of the fact that, in this one particular way, you'll be his first. When you finally undo the last button, you're sitting there in front of him wearing nothing but your open shirt and bra.
The way Javi's looking at you sends heat rushing through your entire body. You can feel your nipples hardening beneath his stare.
Javi's breathing noticeably picks up, his chest rising and falling a little faster as he takes you in. Slowly, he slides your shirt off your shoulders and lets it drop onto the desk, right on top of some report from Bogotá. Like he gives a shit. "Jesus Christ, you're gorgeous," he says, his voice rougher now.
And you know exactly what he's looking at.
His eyes haven't left your chest. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, testing their weight, almost like he's trying to memorize the feeling of them. His thumbs brush over the soft skin spilling out above the cups. "Fuck... I love how soft they are."
The way he says it almost makes you laugh.
Like he's standing in front of some religious experience instead of a pair of tits. This man genuinely loves boobs. And apparently, he's just found his new favorite pair.
You don't say anything. Your hands drift over his shoulders and down his arms, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
Javi's hands move behind your back. A second later, your bra comes undone. Effortlessly. No fumbling. No awkward struggle. The man clearly knows exactly what he's doing.
The tension around your chest disappears instantly.
Javi steps back just enough to hook his fingers under the straps and slowly slide them down your arms. Your bra lands somewhere on the floor.
Now you're sitting there completely topless in front of him.
For a moment, he just stares. His eyes move over every inch of you, taking in the fullness of your breasts, their natural weight, your hardened nipples. And the look on his face… it's pure appreciation. Pure hunger. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Then he shakes his head slightly. "Perfect." The word slips out like he didn't mean to say it aloud.
A second later, he's stepping back between your knees again. Both hands find your breasts immediately. Like he physically can't help himself. His thumbs brush over your nipples, rubbing slow circles that quickly turn your entire body into a live wire.
A soft moan escapes before you can stop it.
Javi grins. The smug bastard actually grins. Then he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. Closer to him. His mouth finds your neck first. Hot kisses. Slow ones. His mustache scratches lightly against your skin. And when his teeth catch the skin just above your collarbone, a shiver shoots through your entire body.
Your back arches automatically.
"Yeah," Javi murmurs against your skin, sounding way too pleased with himself. Like he enjoys seeing exactly what kind of effect he has on you. His mouth travels lower. Lower. You can feel his mustache brushing against the soft curve of your breast now. And then finally… his lips close around your nipple.
"Fuck... Javi..." The sound leaves you before you can think about it. Heat crashes through you so hard it almost makes your head spin. Your hands grab onto his shoulders before eventually sliding into his hair.
Javi lets out a low sound of approval when your fingers tighten there. He keeps sucking on your nipple, one hand underneath your breast, holding its weight while his tongue works over the sensitive peak. Meanwhile, his other hand is all over your other breast, squeezing it, kneading it, unable to leave it alone for more than a second. Like he genuinely can't get enough.
By now you're so turned on it's almost ridiculous. You shift restlessly against the edge of the desk, your thighs pressing together in search of some kind of relief. Your fingers tug lightly at his hair.
Javi definitely notices. Of course he does. Nothing this man does ever seems accidental. Without taking his mouth off you, one of his hands slowly leaves your breast. It slides down your stomach. Across your waist. And finally settles on the button of your pants.
You hear the click of it popping open, followed by the sound of the zipper coming down.
Javi doesn't give you a second to think about it. His hand is already sliding between your thighs.
You're still wearing your pants, but somehow he's managed to work his way in there anyway. Jesus. That's hot.
The second his fingers find how soaked your panties are, a low sound rumbles in his chest. "Jesus... you're this desperate for it?" he murmurs against your ear. "This desperate for me?" He shoves your panties aside and pushes two fingers inside you.
"Mmhm... Javi... fuck..." The sound slips out louder than you meant it to, your head tipping back.
His fingers are long, warm, and he immediately knows exactly what he's doing with them. His other hand is still wrapped around your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while his mouth goes right back to your neck, kissing, biting, sucking at your skin. "Fuck, you're perfect," he mutters against you. "So fucking wet."
You can barely think straight anymore. All you can think about is Javi. His fingers. His mouth. His hand on your breast.
Every thrust of his fingers hits exactly where it needs to, and before long your body starts tightening around them. The pleasure keeps building faster and faster, making it harder to breathe.
You know where this is heading. A few more minutes of this and he'd have you coming all over his hand. But that's not what you want. You don't want his fingers. You want him. All of him. You want his cock. You've spent months lying awake at night imagining what he'd look like, wondering what he was hiding in those jeans while touching yourself and trying not to think about him. As if that ever worked.
You grab his shoulders, your nails digging into that stupidly soft purple shirt, and pull yourself closer to his ear. "Javi..." Your voice comes out shaky. Breathless. "Now. I want you. All of you. Please." At this point, you don't even care how needy you sound. You don't even care that you're practically begging.
The second the words leave your mouth, Javi's done waiting. He pulls his fingers out of you. A small protest slips from your lips, but it dies almost immediately when he starts undoing his belt. The buckle. The button. The zipper. He's not about to waste time getting completely undressed. Not now. A second later, he frees himself from his pants.
And holy shit. After months of imagining it, you're finally seeing the real thing. Big. Thick. Already hard. Your fantasies were good. Really good. But they weren't even close.
Because now it's right there in front of you. Real. And somehow the asshole isn't even wearing underwear. Of course he isn't. Apparently Javier Peña spends his days walking around the DEA office commando. Jesus fucking Christ.
Javi doesn't waste another second. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and starts dragging them down along with your panties.
You lift your hips to help.
A moment later they're gone, tossed somewhere onto the floor.
His hands immediately find your thighs. He spreads your legs wider and steps in between them, crowding you against the edge of the desk. The head of his cock slides through your wetness. For a second, he looks up at you. Really looks at you. His expression is tight. Hungry. Like he's barely holding himself together. "Look at me." The order comes out rough.
You hold his gaze.
Then he thrusts into you. Hard. Deep. All at once.
Your cry echoes through the empty office. The sheer size of him steals the air from your lungs for a second. Your eyes widen from the sudden stretch, from the overwhelming feeling of finally having him inside you. And then the pleasure hits. Hard. Your back arches instantly, and your nails dig into his shoulders through that purple shirt as you cling to him.
Javi stays still for a few seconds, buried deep inside you, like he's giving you a chance to get used to him. The muscles in his jaw flex as he fights the urge to move. His breathing is heavy, his dark eyes locked on yours. Watching every shiver. Every twitch. Every little reaction as your body adjusts to him. "Fuck... you're so fucking tight," he growls. His hand tangles in your hair and tips your head back so he can see your face. "And all mine."
"Javi... move... please," you breathe, your hips lifting on their own, chasing more.
Javi mutters something in Spanish and finally gives in. He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and the movement draws a soft whine from your throat. Then he drives back into you. Hard. Deep.
The sound of your bodies colliding cuts through the silence of the room, followed by your sharp gasp.
After that, he sets a relentless pace. Every thrust is hard. Unforgiving. Javi is definitely not in a gentle lovemaking mood right now. He's fucking you with a possessive kind of desperation that's completely wrecking you. His hips slam into yours.
The desk creaks beneath you with every movement. Folders and paperwork slide onto the floor, but neither of you pays them any attention.
His right arm slips under your ass, lifting you so he can fuck you at exactly the angle he wants, while his left hand immediately finds your breast again. He grabs it hard. His fingers play with your nipple before he bends down and pulls it back into his mouth. His lips. His tongue. The way he sucks on you. It's torture.
Every swipe of his tongue sends another rush of pleasure straight to the burning ache building low in your stomach with every thrust of his cock.
"Fuck, you're so sweet," he groans against your skin. "I could keep you in my mouth like this for hours and I'd still want more."
The things he's saying. The way he keeps praising your breasts like he's completely obsessed with them while his cock keeps pounding into you. It somehow turns you on even more. If that's even possible. "Ah, God... Javi! Javi, I'm gonna–"
Your voice breaks. The muscles of your pussy start clenching around his cock. You're dangerously close. Heat burns through you from the inside out. Your eyes keep slipping shut. All you can do is squirm beneath him.
The second Javi feels how tightly you're squeezing him, he speeds up. His thrusts become shorter. Faster. Deeper. His breathing is ragged now. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead and lands right on your chest. He lets go of your nipple and lifts his head. "Look at me." The command comes out rough, almost sharp enough to sound like an order.
You force your eyes open and look at him.
And there it is. Pure hunger. The look of a man who's finally gotten exactly what he's been wanting for months.
That look is what pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard. The muscles around his cock clamp down in the first powerful, almost painfully intense wave. You cry out his name. Your whole body goes taut. Tears spill from your eyes from the sheer force of it.
Javi feels it. Feels the way you're squeezing him. A deep growl tears out of him. He drives into you one last time with all his weight behind it, pushing you harder against the desk. At the same time, he squeezes your breast again, not rough enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.
Then you feel his cock pulsing inside you as he starts filling you with hot, heavy spurts of cum.
He groans loudly, and somehow that only turns you on even more. You love it when a guy isn't afraid to moan. Every sound that comes out of Javi makes another wave of pleasure roll through your already shaky body.
For a while, the only sounds left in the room are your breathing and the tired drone of the ancient air conditioner.
Javi stays there with his forehead resting against your shoulder, completely spent. Every so often, a small aftershock runs through his body.
You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, but he still doesn't move away. If anything, he presses even closer.
A second later, he buries his face between your breasts like he's trying to disappear there. "Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbles against your skin, his voice wrecked. "That was... fuck. I don't even know what the hell that was."
A tired smile pulls at your lips. You're so exhausted you can barely lift your arm to run your fingers through his messy hair. "Agent Peña, are you actually out of words?" you tease quietly.
Javi lets out a low laugh.
Then, finally, he pulls out slowly, making you let out a soft breath as the feeling of being full of him disappears. Like it's no big deal, he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them up.
Almost immediately, you feel his cum starting to leak out of you and onto his desk.
Javi doesn't seem bothered by that at all. Actually, he looks pretty damn satisfied about it. He runs a hand through his hair, leans against the desk beside you, and pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.
A second later he's lighting one. He takes a long drag and closes his eyes for a moment. Then he looks at you. The wild, hungry look is gone. But there's something else there now. Something that wasn't there before tonight. His gaze drifts down to your bare chest.
There are still faint red marks from his hands. Tiny little spots where his mustache rubbed against your skin.
With the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, Javi reaches out and brushes his thumb across one of your nipples. The touch is unbelievably gentle.
Your nipple tightens immediately beneath his thumb.
He watches it happen like he's completely fascinated. Like nothing else exists. "Those things," he says, nodding toward your chest. He blows the smoke away from your face before continuing. "Are a legitimate fucking weapon."
You laugh.
"I'm serious." His eyes drop right back down. "The whole time you've been here they've been driving me crazy. But seeing them like this..." He shakes his head. "Feeling how heavy they are. The way they fit in my hands." His jaw tightens. "Fuck."
His eyes move over you again. Slowly. Thoroughly. That familiar crooked smile appears on his face. "I don't think I'm getting a single thing done from now on. Every time I look at you, this is what I'm gonna see."
You snort. "That sounds like it could be a problem for the DEA." You sound exhausted. But happy.
"DEA can kiss my ass," he mutters. And for the first time all night, he smiles like himself. Not the cynical DEA agent. Not the guy everyone at the office knows. Just Javi. He takes one last drag from his cigarette and crushes it into the ashtray sitting on the edge of the desk.
Then he leans toward you again and kisses you. Long. Slow. Hot. The desperation from earlier is gone. But somehow this feels even more intense.
When he finally pulls back, he grabs your shirt from where it's lying crumpled beside you and drapes it over your shoulders.
His eyes drop again. To the trail of his cum slowly running down your thigh and onto the desk. His hand follows. He lazily smears the warm mess across your skin with his fingertips before letting out a quiet laugh. "I think tomorrow you're gonna have to explain to Colonel Martinez how your bodily fluids destroyed that Bogotá report I still haven't read."
You raise an eyebrow. "Colonel Martinez?" You pull the shirt around yourself. "No. You are the one who's gonna have to explain why that report is glued together by your own fucking, Javi."
That earns a laugh. A real one. Low and rough.
The sound makes you smile.
Javi pushes himself away from the desk and starts fixing his belt. Then he gives your thigh an easy slap. The kind that means move.
You slide off the desk onto the cold floor and start collecting your things. Your body feels heavy. Exhausted. Completely satisfied.
His scent is still all over your skin.
And while you're buttoning up your shirt, you can't stop wondering what changes after this. Because things are definitely changing. And honestly? You already can't wait for tomorrow morning.
For the moment you walk into the office and catch that familiar look from across the room. That hot, heavy stare that never seems capable of staying above your neckline for more than a few seconds.
Summary: Javi survives the wedding ceremony. Barely survives the reception. And the second he finally gets his wife alone upstairs? Yeah… all that sexual tension they’ve been sitting on the entire night completely explodes. Honeymoon behavior starts early.
Warnings: 18+ (mdni), smut, dirty talk, kissing, mutual masturbation. fingering, unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasm, cum on body, creampie/cum play, wedding night sex, soft dom javier peña vibes, kinda praise kink, javier peña using the hand with his wedding ring for sinful activities
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“Javi? You know what I can’t stop thinking about?” I lean closer to his ear while we slow dance, everyone around us watching our first dance as husband and wife.
“Hm?” he mumbles.
“About tonight… about you pushing your fingers inside me again. About you making me come with the same hand that’s only been wearing that ring for a few hours,” I whisper, lightly running my finger over the wedding band sitting on his finger. “The ring that says you’re my husband now.”
I feel him go stiff instantly. His heart starts pounding even harder against me. “Cariño…” he says through gritted teeth. “That is really not something I need to hear while your dad is standing five feet away trying to enjoy our first dance.”
But I know exactly what he’s thinking. About dragging me back inside. Throwing me onto his bed. Peeling this wedding dress off me piece by piece. I know him too well.
And the way his body reacts only proves it. He pulls me closer until my breath catches in my throat. And there it is. The hard bulge pressing against his slacks and fuck, the feeling alone sends heat straight through my stomach. God, I want him so bad.
But we still have the rest of the night ahead of us and I let out a quiet little groan against his ear. “Javi… I seriously don’t think I can wait that long…”
He laughs. Bastard.
I immediately make a face at him so he knows he’s annoying the shit out of me on purpose.
Javi just keeps smiling in that smug teasing way I love so much and honestly? I think the fact that he’s my husband now is turning me on almost more than anything else.
»»—— ⍟ ——««
I barely even remember how the rest of the night goes. Some guests already left, some are still staying. Perfect time to disappear. The backyard’s lit up with what feels like a hundred little lights, salsa still playing somewhere nearby. Not as loud as before, but the guests that are left are still drinking, dancing, laughing.
My eyes instantly find Javi.
He’s leaning against the bar talking to John, his best man. His shirt sleeves are rolled up now, bow tie slightly crooked. His hair’s a little messy and he’s got that look on his face that’s half tired, half happy. A look that’s honestly pretty rare for him.
And like I’m fucking hypnotized, my eyes stop on the wedding ring sitting on his left hand again. My breath catches. Heat immediately spreads low in my stomach. God, that ring looks so good on him. Fits him perfectly. On the hand that can be rough and gentle at the same time. The hand that carries a gun and flashes a DEA badge. The hand that knows exactly how to make me fall apart once the apartment door closes behind us.
And immediately my brain flashes back to the last time we had sex. A week ago. I genuinely don’t know how we survived an entire week without jumping each other, but… pre wedding stress. Which only makes me want him even more now. Need him even more. I press my thighs together like that’s somehow gonna help.
And right then, I feel his eyes on me. And I know he knows. I just know it. That stupid smug smirk appears on his face and he slowly runs the fingers of his other hand over his wedding ring on purpose. And yes. He’s absolutely doing it on purpose. He remembered what I whispered in his ear during our first dance. About wanting him to use the hand wearing proof of our vows to make me see fucking stars.
I stop processing anything around me after that. Thighs still pressed together, breathing getting heavier.
And just when I’m about to interrupt his conversation with John and announce that I’m stealing my husband for a while, Javi excuses himself first, pats John on the shoulder, and starts walking toward me. Finally. He steps right up to me, leans down for a kiss, softly brushing his hand along my arm. “What’s wrong, mi amor?” he whispers against my lips.
I pull back just enough to breathe out, “Javi… take me upstairs… please.” That’s it.
His pupils darken instantly, his whole expression changing, that dangerous little smile pulling at his mouth. And then suddenly he picks me up into his arms hard enough to make me laugh.
I swear, I love how playful he gets. But at this point I can barely wait for him to tear this dress off me.
Still laughing quietly, he carries me through the remaining wedding guests toward the house.
Everyone thinks it’s cute. Sweet. Nobody has any idea what’s actually about to happen once the bedroom door closes. And honestly? That only turns me on even more.
»»—— ⍟ ——««
The door to Javi’s old bedroom at the ranch barely even shuts behind us before he’s got me pressed against it, both hands on my face, kissing me hard. Deep, messy, hungry kisses. Like he’s been thinking about this all damn day and honestly? I think we both have. His hands are already all over me. He reaches for the back of my dress, fumbling with the zipper for a second before finally getting it down. Then he pushes the straps off my shoulders and the dress slips all the way down to my feet.
Thank fucking god I didn’t go for some giant princess wedding dress because that probably would’ve killed the entire mood right there.
Javi pulls back just enough to look at me.
I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my panties. And the way he’s staring at me immediately sends goosebumps over my skin.
“Oh fuck…” he mutters lowly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Then he’s right back against me again. His mouth drags along my neck while his fingers toy with one of my nipples, slow and lazy at first.
“Javi…” I breathe out against his ear.
“What do you want, cariño?” he whispers. His free hand slides down my stomach to my panties, thumb brushing slowly along the waistband before he taps lightly over my pussy through the fabric. “This what you want, hm?”
I push my hips against his hand without even thinking and the tiny bit of friction makes my whole body tense. Fuck. I’m already getting wetter.
“Mmm… so wet already,” Javi murmurs, sounding way too pleased with himself. “So perfect… so fucking mine…” His words go straight to my head.
I start unbuttoning his pants, where there’s already a very obvious bulge straining underneath. “Javi…” I gasp when he suddenly pinches my nipple a little harder. “That ring…” I mumble breathlessly while trying to get my hand inside his pants. “You’re not taking it off, right?”
He looks straight at me for a second like he’s enjoying this way too much. “Wasn’t planning to, mi amor.” Then he finally stops teasing me and backs me toward the edge of the bed. He pushes me down gently and I move farther onto the mattress on my elbows, still wearing my panties.
But since he keeps staring at me like that, I slowly start pulling them down myself. Slow. On purpose. I lift my hips and once they’re hanging around my ankles, I kick them off onto the floor beside the bed.
Javi watches every second of it without looking away once.
So I spread my knees for him. And fuck, I actually see him swallow.
He finally finishes unzipping his pants, the zipper I didn’t manage to fully undo before, then shoves both his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Now he’s standing there in nothing but that white shirt, a few buttons at the top still undone. Classic Javier Peña. His cock is hard as hell, standing thick and heavy against his stomach like he really fucking likes what he sees.
I slide my hand down between my thighs and start rubbing circles over my clit with my fingertip. Slowly dragging it between my folds while my other hand squeezes my breast. I’m turned on so bad at this point I can feel it everywhere in my body.
And it gets even worse when Javi grabs his cock and starts stroking himself slow, eyes completely locked on me the whole time.
I keep touching myself, already so fucking wet. The second I push two fingers inside my pussy, a soft wet sound fills the room and I let out a shaky moan. Fuck. It feels good. But I want his fingers more.
Javi’s breathing gets heavier watching me. Watching the way I finger myself for him. “Hermosa… fuck…” he mutters quietly, still jerking himself off. “You’re driving me fucking crazy like this… I love that sound you make."
My fingers speed up. In and out. In and out. And I can’t stop staring at the hand he’s using. The one with the wedding ring. The symbol of our forever. And god, I’m so wet now the slick sounds coming from between my legs just keep getting louder.
That’s what finally snaps something in him. Javi lets go of his cock and moves closer to the bed, climbing over me on his knees. The mattress shifts slightly under his weight.
I still have my fingers inside myself. Never stopped.
He keeps staring straight into my eyes the entire time. Even when he gently grabs my wrist and slowly pulls my fingers out of my pussy. Then he lifts my hand between us and looks at my wet fingers for a second. “Hm… this for me, cariño?” he says softly. And without breaking eye contact, he slides my fingers into his mouth. His tongue moves around them slowly, licking me off like he wants every last drop. Like he’s obsessed with the fact I’m this wet because of him. Always because of him.
After a few seconds, he pulls my fingers from his mouth and puts my hand back down beside me. “My turn,” he murmurs.
Fuck. Just hearing his voice like that sends heat through my whole body.
The empty feeling between my legs after he pulled my fingers out disappears immediately when he pushes his own fingers inside me instead.
I moan right away, one hand grabbing the pillow behind me while the other keeps rubbing my nipple.
Javi pushes that hand away too, pinning it above my head with the other one. He doesn’t say it out loud, but I know exactly what he means. Keep them there.
Then he starts moving his fingers inside me again. Slow at first. So fucking slow. He pushes them deeper and I feel the cold metal of his wedding ring brush against the inside of my thigh and somehow that turns me on even more.
Because holy fuck. This is the first time he’s fingering me as my husband. And god, I fucking love it. Javier Peña fingering his wife after their wedding with the same hand wearing his wedding ring is genuinely a deadly combination.
His fingers know exactly what they’re doing. Precise. Confident. He knows my body perfectly by now. Knows exactly where to touch me, exactly where I’m weakest. His fingers curl right against my G-spot and I can’t hold the sounds back anymore.
“Javi… please… mhm… don’t stop…” I moan helplessly. I catch the little smile on his face right before my eyes fall shut and my head sinks deeper into the mattress.
“Wasn’t planning to, baby,” Javi whispers. And right when he presses harder against my G-spot, he leans down and starts kissing and biting at my neck.
Fuck, I love this. I’m twisting underneath him at this point, hips lifting on their own.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against my skin, pushing my hips back down into the mattress.
I listen. Or at least I try to. But I honestly don’t know how much longer I can take this.
Javi starts moving his fingers faster now, harder, more intense, like he’s trying to completely ruin me. Like he wants me to feel him everywhere tomorrow. Every time I sit down. “Mm, love it when you squirm for me, baby… tells me how good I’m making you feel…” he whispers into my ear and fuck, I’m completely gone at this point.
Then his thumb presses against my clit while his fingers keep driving into that spot inside me over and over again. Slow circles. Hard thrusts. He wants to make me come. And the way he keeps switching between slow movements and rougher ones is driving me absolutely insane.
“Javi…!” I cry out when he pulls his fingers out for a second only to shove them back inside me again. One deep hard thrust of his fingers and pressure against my clit at the same time and suddenly I’m clenching violently around him as the orgasm hits me all at once.
I cry out loud and Javi doesn’t even try to quiet me down. I can feel my pussy squeezing hard around his fingers and the bastard actually spreads them apart inside me on purpose just to drag it out longer.
“Javi… I can’t… I…” I whine and gasp, practically crying at this point for him to stop while not actually wanting him to stop at all because the orgasms just keep rolling through me one after another and I swear to god I never want it to end.
But then suddenly Javi pulls his fingers out of me completely and moves away.
I let out this pathetic broken sound and my eyes fly open instantly, glaring at him. My knees are shaking so hard I can barely handle it. “Javi… please…” I don’t even care how desperate I sound.
He’s towering over me, cock still hard as hell, and I already know what’s coming next. And yeah.
Javi doesn’t make me wait anymore. He grabs my thighs, spreads them even wider, and drags me closer to him. And then he pushes his cock inside me. One hard thrust. "Oh baby, you're so perfectly wet... and tight... I love it so fucking much," he moans.
I sob out loud instantly, hands gripping the sheets beneath me. “Javi, oh my god–” I’m basically crying out nonsense at this point. I can feel my pussy tightening around him and I honestly can’t even tell if it’s still the aftermath of the first orgasm or if he already dragged another one out of me. My brain’s completely gone.
Javi starts moving inside me. Deep. Slow at first. Filling me completely.
I moan loudly and he leans over me, kissing me again while he fucks me, in and out, in and out, his rhythm getting rougher by the second.
Then his left hand finds mine.
My fingers immediately brush against the wedding ring on his finger. “I love you… fuck, I love you so much, Javi…” I gasp against his mouth.
Javi doesn’t answer. But I feel him smile.
And then his thrusts speed up and the sounds he starts making tell me he’s getting close. A few more deep thrusts and suddenly he pulls out of me with a rough groan, jerks himself a couple times, and then all I hear are his broken moans matching the waves of his orgasm. Hot cum lands across my stomach and pussy while Javi groans through it, emptying everything onto me.
And somehow that’s so fucking hot it makes my body clench all over again even with him outside me now. I moan and grip the sheets harder while another orgasm crashes through me.
I don’t even know how long it lasts. But eventually both our breathing starts calming down.
When I finally open my eyes, Javi’s hovering over me, hair sticking up everywhere, skin slightly sweaty, looking exactly like a man who just got off insanely well.
My pussy’s still stretched open around the entrance because yeah… Javi is definitely not a small man. Then he slowly drags the tip of his cock through my folds, spreading some of his cum there carefully. Not pushing back inside. Just teasing.
We’ve talked about kids before. Someday in the future. Not now. Although honestly… we’re clearly not being very careful either. The thought makes me laugh quietly to myself.
Javi grins and finally collapses down onto the bed beside me, pulling me onto his chest. Shirt still on, because obviously he never even bothered taking it off. “Next time…” he mumbles into my hair while I lay there breathing him in, “I’m bringing condoms with me because I’m not spending our entire honeymoon cumming outside you.”
Then he kisses the top of my head and I smile. I reach for the hand with his wedding ring and lace our fingers together.
Honestly? If this is what the honeymoon’s gonna be like, I’m suddenly even more excited for it.
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acho que todos os pp boys devem ficar deliciosos no pós-sexo, mas o javier peña definitivamente tem algo a mais, uma gostosura a mais, não sei explicar. ele encharcado de suor, o cabelo molhado de suor completamente bagunçado, ele com umas marcas pelo corpo, o cheiro misturado de sexo-suor-buceta no corpo dele, ele com um sorrisinho bobo e uma puta carinha de safado, ele todo ofegante...
i think all the pp boys must look delicious after sex, but javier peña definitely has something extra, a little extra hotness, I can't even explain it. him soaked in sweat, his hair completely messy and wet, his body covered in marks, that mixed scent of sex-sweat-pussy on his skin, wearing a goofy little smile and looking like a total slut, completely breathless…
certeza absoluta que o javier peña dança forró como ninguém. bem agarradinho, coxa com coxa, barriga com barriga, bochecha coladinha na bochecha da parceira, pegada firme mas sem ser forte demais, mexe gostosin, de vez em quando se afasta só pra dar um sorrisinho e um selinho na parceira
absolute certainty that javier peña dances forró like nobody else. real close, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, cheek pressed against his partner's cheek, a firm grip but without being too strong, moving real smooth, and every now and then pulling away just to flash a little smile and give his partner a quick peck.
