here cums the bride ~ j.p
tags: MDNI, SMUT, wedding night, newly weds, husband javier!peña x wife!reader, wholeee lotta fuckin, set back in 1990s, still during Pablo Escobar but they are in Texas for the wedding, bridal lingerie, pussy eating against wall, desperate javi, carrying, fingering, oral (f + m receiving), doggy style, blowjob, throat fucking, cowgirl, missionary, p in v, loootss of dirty talk, orgasm denial, mutual orgasms, creampie, kinda sorta breeding kinkkk, aftercare and inclination of round 2😵💫.
summary: you and javi’s wedding night🤍
dividers by: @/lariesographic and @/ioveartfilm
6.3k words
“Ah — javi! You’re gonna drop me!” You shriek as your husband of eight hours tossed you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, your legs dangling down his front and your white heel-clad feet lightly kicking at his stomach, your head dangling around his ass and if you were being honest, you weren’t complaining about the view. Your hands scramble around his lower back for some kind of stability as Javier marches down the hallway of your hotel until he meets the door of the Wedding Suite.
A smirk plays on his lips, one of his large arms wrapped around the backs of your thighs while the other assists on landing a sharp, playful smack on your butt. “Not gonna drop you. This is tradition baby — the groom carryin’ his wife to bed. Can’t argue with traditions.” He says, reaching into his slack pocket and removing the key card from it.
This was the first time the two of you were actually seeing your wedding suite considering you had to get ready apart. You swat his back lightly. “I can argue about you dropping me on my face though.” You giggle.
Javier lets out a low grunt as the door unlocks with a click. He quickly pulls the handle down and pushes the heavy door open with his hip, successfully making it inside without anybody falling. “There,” he concludes, pulling you from over his shoulder until your feet were back on the ground, stabilising you with a hand on your waist when you wobbled on your heels. “Would you look at that? Didn’t fall. Now C’mere and give me a kiss. Been waiting to feel those pretty fuckin’ lips on me properly all day.” He demands, his voice that rough growl that you now recognised as his bedroom voice from being in a relationship with him for the past two years. His hair was slightly dishevelled from the day of first dances and I-do’s — a black tendril of hair falling — from the rest of the strands that were slicked back — over his forehead, his brown eyes warm with love and something else a little deeper — a little dirtier.
This was the night you’d been dreaming of ever since you were eleven years old using your pillow case as a vail and forcing your stuffed animals to be your wedding guests. You wouldn’t have ever thought that the cocky, slightly intimidating DEA agent you worked with in the Embassy would ever become more than an office crush, let alone your husband. It felt surreal in this incredibly exciting, terrifying way.
And as beautiful as the ceremony was, how emotional your vows were and how breathtaking Javier looked as he watched in awe of you walking down the aisle, the part that continued to play in your mind throughout the day of mingling with family in your home state and dancing with Javier’s incredibly sweet dad, was what tonight would bring. How it would feel getting brought back to the hotel room and having your dress practically torn off you. How large Javi’s cock would feel in all the different positions the two of you would experience together. How mouth watering his voice would sound in your ear as he pounded your cunt from behind or the groans from him as you sucked and stroked his cock.
You could only imagine his reaction when he saw the special white, lace, bridal lingerie you were wearing for him underneath your dress. You grin at the desperation in his words and slowly lean in to capture his lips in a kiss that started off slow but quickly developed into something hungrier. Both of Javi’s hands come to your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as he spun you around and pinned you up against the wall next to the door, a low growl escaping his chest as he bit down on your lower lip — a silent plea for you to part your lips for him.
You do so with delight — more than happy to feel the warmth of his tongue slip between your lips. When he does, you moan around it, lavishing in the drool worthy sensation. One hand stays firmly on your waist, keeping you pinned against the wall as he brings his other up along your jaw, his thumb rubbing the soft skin of your cheek before trailing up behind your neck.
Your hands tangle in the fabric of his black suit jacket, eventually pulling the item off of his shoulders until it was a forgotten pile on the floor. Javier’s fingers tangle in your hair, wrapping the long strands around his hand until it were secure enough for him to tug.
You break the kiss, pulling away as you gasp for breath. The taste of his saliva and the smell of his cologne is intoxicating to you — making your brain feel disoriented and your hands sweaty. “Fuck,” you breath, a surprised giggle escaping your lips. “Not even gonna let me check out the room properly?”
Javi smiles humorously, dropping his hand from your now, slightly tangled, hair and cupping your face with both his hands. “Just need you, hermosa. Looking so beautiful in this dress,” his voice enticing and seductive as he steps closer, his body flush with yours as he raises his knee towards your thighs, pressing it directly between them. The action makes you whimper, your pupils dilating with lust. “Making me think about that pretty pussy. How it’d feel to get on my knees right here and just.. fuckin’ taste it.”
Your breath catches, your fingers loosening in his jacket as his words wash over you. Your cunt is now pulsing rapidly beneath your underwear, your clit feeling stiff and swollen. “You wanna taste my pussy?” You ask dumbly — flushed and lightheaded.
Javi chuckles at your flustered state, his hand slipping down from your face until it could squeeze a handful of your breast. “Mm,” he confirms, his head tilting to the side as his thumb brushes your nipple through your dress. “Will you give me that, Mr’s Peña?”
The name slides off his tongue so easily and it makes your stomach flutter, a grin decorating your lips. “Yes, Mr Peña.”
“Yeah,” he nods cockily, leaning back into your lips to brush them lazily. “That’s what I thought.” He drops to his knees at that, the toes of his shoes digging into the hotel room carpet. His hands come up to lift the fabric of your dress, but you beat him to it by slipping the straps of it down, the dress easily sliding off your body and to your feet with one tug from Javier.
You were then left with just the infamous bridal wedding lingerie set and heels and for a second, Javi just stares in complete awe. The set was beautiful, one that you’d nervously shopped for in a small lingerie store back in Bogotá one evening while feeling brave. The main piece was a white lace bustier that sat like a corset and a bra combined. The lace is sheer and floral, meaning that your perked nipples were visible through the thin fabric — the cool air hitting them a little suddenly. The panties matched, same colour and same fabric. They sat low on your hips and the thin straps at the side created a slightly strappy, cut-out look, echoing the delicate, ornamental style of the top.
But surprisingly — not underwhelmingly — his hand comes up to your thigh, about three inches above your knee where your garter sat. It was a pale blue satin ribbon gathered into gentle ruffles that sat beautifully against your skin. His voice comes out a little low, a little strangled. “Was wonderin’ what your something blue was.”
And it was true, that was your something blue. Something you’d borrowed last minute from Connie — Steve’s wife who you had formed quite a close relationship with considering you and Javi both work with her husband. It wasn’t even something you’d thought about much but he seemed to like it.
You smile behind your bit lip, dropping your head back against the wall behind you. You couldn’t conjure a response — not when he was so close to your cunt which had now — undoubtedly — created a dark spot onto your panties, one likely visible to Javi. He takes your lack of response as a sign to get cracking, so he lifts one of your feet up, removing your foot from your heel — the freedom from the shoe feeling satisfying — especially so when Javier presses a kiss to the bridge of your foot before repeating the action with the other until you were barefoot.
He moves his face up toward your covered pussy, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder for easier access. He starts to plant slow, teasing, wet kisses over the lace, the contact making you gasp and send your hand shooting down to fist his short hair. “God — please, Javi. You know i need it.”
“Yeah,” he coos, his other hand that wasn’t holding your waist steady coming down to rub a circle into your clit over your panties. “I know you do, amorcito. And I’m gonna give it to you. Just gotta have some patience.” And then, slowly guiding your leg that was hanging over his back to the floor again, he tugs the tight fitting panties down your thighs and legs until they are left at your feet. He assists you in stepping out of them, the air hitting your cunt. You had shaved completely for the occasion and it was a nice change for both you and javi, although Javier couldn’t care less about the baldness of your pubic area. Same pussy, same woman.
He manoeuvres your leg back to its previous position, his mouth now overwhelmingly close to your core that his breath was ghosting over your folds. “Fuck,” he curses to himself, leaning in and pressing a kiss directly over your swollen clit. You wince at the sensitivity of your nerves, his mouth, even in the brief contact, it sends a surge of electricity through your veins. “Just making a fuckin’ mess of yourself, baby. Pussy’s fuckin’ dripping for me.”
You’re about to open your mouth to chide him over his stalling, but your mind is quickly put at ease when he delves straight between your legs, pulling you closer with his hand on your waist greedily as his tongue laps at your folds before bringing his tongue upwards to your clit, finding the little bud easily and sucking it between his lips.
A sharp shriek is forced from you, your hand tightening in your husbands hair as the other slams back behind you to find some kind of steadiness on the wall. Your knees buckle slightly but with Javier’s hands holding you so firmly, there’s no doubt that he’d keep you upright. “Oh, fuck — gimme your fingers, need your fingers.” You beseech shakily, your finger nails undoubtedly leaving tiny crescent moons in the skin of his scalp, likely something you will have to dote over the next morning when you see the scarring.
Javi immediately complies with your request, pulling back momentarily from your pussy with a flushed, wet face and bringing his hand up to your mouth, holding his middle and ring finger to your lips. “Suck for me.” He orders, his voice firm yet still carrying that gentle fondness for you.
You, of course, do not hesitate in taking the digits between your lips avidly, bobbing your hand as your drool coats them. When he’s satisfied with the lubrication of them, he pulls them out, appreciating the pruney sight of his slick fingers and the red smear coated on them from your lipstick. “Atta’girl,” he praises, taking them back down to your core and gently circling your entrance with them. You sigh in satisfaction as he sinks them in inch by inch until they are fully sheathed within your cunt, your wet, velvety walls hugging him appreciatively.
You groan at the fullness, your head slamming back against the wall once again quite painfully. Javi looks up once, checking you were okay before diving back in to continue his sucking on your collection of nerves. “No need to hurt yourself, baby girl. I know it’s a lot.” He murmurs patronisingly into your clit, the vibrations of his voice against your flesh making you keen in pleasure.
“Please just fuck me, Javi. It’s all I can think about.” You beg, eyes squeezing shut from the heaviness of them, courtesy of the way Javi’s fingers curled upward to that spongy spot and the way he applied just the right pressure on your clit. It was intoxicating, leaving you desperate for more. It just wasn’t enough and you were feeling greedy, greedy for more of him, whatever he was willing to provide you with.
He pulls back from between your thighs, looking up at you smugly. It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing — like he was intentionally making you crave more. His fingers stay buried inside of your cunt, folding up and down more rapidly now, making it harder to force your eyes open. “What’s all you can think about?” He questions, cocking one of his eyebrows as he feigns oblivion to what you wanted.
You groan exasperatedly, gritting your teeth in frustration. He knew exactly what you wanted, but Javier being Javier meant that he would push and push until you described in detail what you wanted. And from an outsiders perspective, it doesn’t look too challenging, but when you’re pinned against a wall, your juices coating your thighs while you tried to contain your desire, it was easier thought than done. “God — want.. want your cock Javi, need it inside of me.” You say at last, the words feeling rattled coming out of your mouth
Javi didn’t need any more than that. See, he liked to act as if he were the one in control — which ultimately, he was in this case — but the truth was, that pussy of yours got him more fucked up than he would like to admit. And right now, which the way his cock was throbbing in his pants, his balls pulled tight and full of cum, he couldn’t really resist.
He pulls himself up off his knees and in one swift movement, he pulls your body up into his arms. You were facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms looping around his head as he carried you in through to the room properly, tossing you down on the bed and making you squeal at the harsh yet soft landing while he climbed over you.
You giggle when his body covers yours, one of his hands gripping your cheek while the other got to work on unbuttoning his slacks and wriggling out of them and his boxers, his erect, weeping length slapping down against your inner thigh. You both moan in almost perfect unison when Javi brings his lips down to yours, smiling into the kiss at your giddiness. The proximity of his cock and your core felt agonising as both your lips moved against one another, your hands coming up to fist the fabric of his dress shirt.
He pulls back with a gasp, his lips slightly pinker from your lipstick as he looked down at you in awe. He takes a second to just admire you, your hair flowing beautifully around your shoulders, slightly messed up from his own desperation, how flushed your skin looked, how you panted at him, pupils blown wide with desire and love for the man above you.
His thumb delicately brushes over your lips, your mouth, almost on instinct, puckering up to press an absentminded kiss to the digit. And the smile on his face is one that you’ve only recently noticed is one reserved for you. Not a tight, because-I-have-to one, but a real, genuine one that made your chest tighten every time you seen it.
“You look so beautiful like this, y’know that?” He says more as a statement than a question, the hand that was on your cheek now trailing down to the babydoll/bra that you were wearing. He could see your pretty, peaked nipples through the thin embroidery and the sight of them, so stiff and swollen made his cock strain even harder. “My pretty wife. Tell me how you want it, sweetheart. You wanna lay on your back?” He asks pensively, squeezing one of your breasts in his hand and rubbing a circle into your covered nipple.
“Hmm,” you ponder, reaching up cupping the side of his face, delicately running your nails over his jawline in the way he liked. “Wanna be on my belly,” you decide, starting to sit up, forcing Javi to do the same. Your voice drops to that low, sensual tone — the one you always had when you were turned on.
Both of Javi hands come down to your hips, his fingers assisting his hands in squeezing the soft flesh before flipping you over onto your stomach rather harshly, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress with the impact. You moan at the sudden roughness, enjoying the way he manhandled you.
He positions himself behind you, his hand reaching for your upper back and quickly undoing the back clasp of your babydoll top and watching as the supple flesh of your breasts spill free from the confines of the cups. Javi leans over you so his front is flush with your back, his arms dropping down beneath you to fondle your soft tits.
You moan softly when he tweaks one of your nipples, the stimulation feeling satisfying. You arch your back prettily for him, leaning back until your ass was flush with his cock and subtly grinding into it. Javier growls at the sensation, the bouncy, soft flesh feeling unreal on his swollen cock head. He smirks, one hand coming down hard on your cheek to watch it ripple and heat under his touch. “You wanna grind now?” He asks sneeringly. “Weren’t you just begging for my cock a second ago? And now you wanna stall?”
You whimper meekly, laying the side of your face down into the soft, white comforter as a pout washes over your face. “Well fuck me then, Javi. What’s stopping you?”
He chuckles at your neediness, using both hands to spread your asscheeks before grabbing his cock and giving it a few strokes. He positions himself between your legs, running his head up and down your folds teasingly before settling on notching it inside of your hole. The slight, initial stretch takes you back a little — like it always does. The feeling of his wide tip pushing past those nerves even the tiniest bit making you gasp and fist the sheets.
“Oh believe me,” he starts, both his hands gripping your hips as he slams inside of you aggressively until he’s buried to the hilt, his large cock pushing through your walls intrusively until they had no other choice but to adjust. Even with how wet your cunt was, his thick cock never failed to bring tears to your eyes. “Nothing is stopping me.” He finishes through gritted teeth, letting out a loud moan as he smacks your asscheek once again, his head falling forward in ecstasy with how tight you were squeezing him.
A sudden cry is forced from your throat — it now feeling hoarse with how sharp it was — from how agonisingly good it felt. Javier starts to pump his cock in and out of you now at a steady pace, a fucked out smile crossing your lips as your body shook from his thrusts. He could get so goddamn deep from this angle and it felt so overwhelming yet so pleasurable at the same time. His soft lower stomach smacks against your ass with every movement of his hips, both of his hands coming off your body to urgently rip the buttons open on his waist coat and dress shirt, the two of them hanging mindlessly off of his shoulders as his hands resume their spot on your hips, his finger tips likely indenting your fragile body with how hard he was holding you.
“Just wanna get fucked hard, huh? Just greedy for cock, ain’t that right?” He taunts through his teeth, his chest going red with pleasure and the heat of being so domineering. Your moans turn pornographic as you try to scramble for words, anything to respond with.
You let out several whimpering gasps as you try and form a sentence, the way Javier’s cock curved up into your g-spot getting the better of you. Tears spill from your eyes, heavy and hot streaming down your cheeks as you get used like a rag doll. “Dick’s so fucking good, Javi,” you manage to sob out, your voice a quivering wreck as you let the pleasure in your stomach over take you. “Gonna cum already.”
And you were — going to cum already. With the way his balls slapped against your sore, puffed clit and how his dick just brushed that sensitive spot so perfectly, you were already feeling your orgasm bubble to the surface — one that you knew would be overwhelming with how fast it was arriving.
“Yeah? That dick just so fucking good that you’re gonna soak my cock already?” Javi chokes, his tone of voice almost like he didn’t believe you. He brings his hands back down to your ass and spreads your cheeks once again, wanting to get a view of that pussy sucking in his cock. The sight makes him groan and you nod in response to his question.
But before your walls even have a chance to clamp down on his length, he’s pulling his dick from within you — the skin of it now slick and shiny from your arousal. Your hands drop their grasp in the sheets, your pussy pulsing around nothing as you desperately pull yourself backwards — chasing his touch.
“J-Javi! What the — fuck? I was right there!” You exclaim in confusion, sitting up slightly to roll over onto your back with the assistance of your husband. Your met with a flushed face, multiple sweaty tendrils falling over his forehead. His chest is now bare, those strong arms and biceps looking even more inviting than usual with how tense he was, likely because he had just deprived himself of an orgasm too.
Javier wets his bottom lip, helping you up onto your knees as you stare at him in confusion. “Yeah, I know you were. Want you facin’ me when you cum on my cock, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want. But first..” he starts, holding his cock between two fingers as your eyes dart down to the thick length bobbing between his thighs. “First I want you to suck this dick. Show me how much you wanna cum, hermosa.”
His breaths were harsh, almost aggressive like it was taking everything within in him not to just pounce on you and fuck you stupid. Clearly, he wanted to drag this out and apparently, make you work for that climax your craved so deeply. You bit down on your lip, looking down at his cock. A pearly ring had been created at the base with a mix of his precum but the majority being how slick you were. It made your core clench with embarrassment and arousal.
Without responding, you drop to your belly and shuffle towards Javier, opening your mouth welcomingly to invite his dick. Javi grins — delighted that his plan was being accomplished as he places his swollen tip between your pink lips, the sensation of your warm mouth enveloping him nearly sending him over the edge. “That’s my girl,” he grunts, his hand dropping into your hair as you sink down on his length, sputtering as you attempt to make it down to root of his cock which contained that pretty residue from your cunt — the thought of tasting yourself on him making your vision blurry with tears.
You garble a moan around him as your tongue finally reaches far enough to lap at the liquid, the tangy, unfamiliar taste of yourself making your eyes roll back prettily as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, fucking his cock into your throat again and again.
Javier looks down at you in a mix of pride, pleasure and arrogance. The glimmer in his eyes accompanying the mischievous smirk tracing up his lips. You force your eyes to open, keeping them on his while you try and control your gag reflex.
You give your sensitive throat a break as you glide your lips back up to his tip, swirling your tongue around it knowing just how enjoyable that was for him. The heavy feeling of the hot, wet muscle on his sensitive cock head was overwhelming to say the least, despite Javi’s attempts at keeping his composure. His smirk falters as the hand that wasn’t gripping your hair falls down to brace on the mattress, a deep groan following.
He exhaled shakily at how teasing and delicate you were being to those cluster of glands, his lips parting ever so slightly in satisfaction. This fills you with gratification and prompts you to sever eye contact and pull back from his dick, bringing one of your hands up to stroke him while you took a break to talk. A string of saliva attaches you to his length, the sight probably messy and dirty but not phasing you in the moment.
“You wanna fuck my mouth, Javi? You seem to be having a real good time.” You ask alluringly, spitting a glob of saliva onto his dick to sever the connection of your spit and his manhood.
Javi just about falls to the floor at your question. The way you ask it in a such a sultry manner — a way that is so unlike you in real life, it fills him with something that made it uneasy to breath properly through his nose. You were so confident about it too, something that always made him weak in the bedroom. “Fuck, baby. Are you sure?” He asks genuinely, not wanting you to feel obligated into doing something out of your comfort zone just for his benefit.
Your heart melts a little at his check in, but with how turned on you were feeling, you didn’t feel the need to prove that you wanted this. So instead of replying, you place both of your hands beneath your body, looking up at him kneeling above you with a smug expression.
Javier can’t contain himself anymore. Taking his cock in his fist, he slots it between your lips and thrusts his hips forward harshly, filling your throat and making you gag a little uncontrollably around him. He pauses to let you get used to the intrusion, allowing your throat to relax and for your gag reflex to calm down.
When you nod up at him with readiness, he starts to rock his hips back and forth, not roughly, but with enough fire behind his eyes to make you whimper. Your saliva drips down onto your chin, spilling onto your chest lewdly and the sight makes Javier snarl, his teeth clenched hard enough to break one.
“Qué chica más sucia, ¿eh? Just suckin’ and spitting on my cock and now you’re letting me fuck this pretty face? Fuuuck.” Javier grunts through his teeth, reaching down and cupping his heavy balls, a sharp hiss coming through his teeth when your tongue slides around his shaft when he thrusts inside your mouth once again. The feeling was unlike anything Javi had ever felt and no coloured contacts could cover the fact that his eyes were darkening significantly into a black rather than their natural brown.
It was taking over him — that mouth of yours, how you looked up at him with such ballsiness yet submission. It made him feel significant, like he was actually worth pleasing. That sensation in his balls made his pink tip swell in your mouth with every thrust. He felt so fucking sensitive down there, his gut clenching as the point of no return approached him. He couldn’t leave you hanging, not on your wedding night now matter how badly he wanted to explode in that perfect mouth of yours.
Mid thrust, just when you are expecting Javier to push back into your mouth fully, he pulls away from you, forcing his cock out of your mouth with a heave for breath, a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead. You make a sound of confusion but he quickly quiets you by laying down and signalling you to straddle him urgently. “Need that pussy. Was gonna cum if I didn’t stop you.” He confesses breathlessly, assisting you with a hand on your waist to straddle him, his slippery tip prodding your gooey, soaked entrance — the smell of sex thick and intoxicating in the air.
You breath out shakily, clutching his bare shoulders as you sink down on his length slowly, the stretch feeling a little less intense in this position. “You want me to ride you?” You ask quietly, your forehead bumping his, your sweaty chests colliding with one another as your cunt completely envelopes him.
You don’t move — not yet at least. You stay sitting on his cock until his eyes flick up to yours, a little less lust filled and a little more emotional now as he gazes back into yours. He nods, both hands gripping your hips gently as he leans in to brush your lips. You reciprocate the kiss immediately, moving against his mouth slowly and unhurried as you slowly ground your hips to move his dick inside of you, feeling him brush against that special spot perfectly at this angle. You didn’t bounce dramatically, you just simply allowed yourself to live in the moment after all the roughness from before. Just two bodies moving together to make the other feel good.
When you pull back, you smile bashfully, leaning your forehead against his fully as a giggle passes your lips. “I can’t believe we’re married.” You whisper, moaning softly when he moves his own hips to assist you and ensure that you weren’t doing all of the work yourself. Your clit rubs up against the collection of half-neatly trimmed hairs on his pubic area — the friction feeling electrifying.
Javi smiles a little crookedly, one of his hands leaving your hips and coming up to hold the back of your neck delicately. His voice dips a little lower — not serious, just genuine. “Are you happy?” He asks, his cock twitching inside of you as he spoke. “Like — really happy?” And you can’t help but notice the hint of insecurity in his tone, like he’s afraid of the answer. Sometimes you got the impression that Javier didn’t understand your love for him — that sometimes he found it hard to believe that a woman could actually be so in love with a man like him with his line of work, the brutality that came along with it and sometimes influenced himself.
You frown a little, not halting your movements but slowing down a little. You take your hands from his shoulders and bring them up to cup his cheeks, your thumb running over his bottom lip gently. “Of course i am, baby,” you say like it’s obvious but not in a condescending way. “I’ve never been happier.”
And for a second he just stares back at you, trying to let your reassurance wash over him. He suddenly gets a burst of energy — love or lust, he wasn’t sure. But he did know, was that it was overwhelming enough to force him to pull you in with both his hands, encouraging you to speed up your grinds, a sound of surprise escaping you.
A low, almost-ashamed whimper leaves Javi as his eyes lock on the look on your face — the small twitches in your features and the way your mouth dropped open slightly, the slight roll of your eyes. “Jav — god,” you groan, dropping your face down into the crook of his shoulder and letting him take over on pleasuring you. The subtle slap of his balls on your asshole makes you clench around him, that release that was cut short earlier starting to bubble in your stomach once again.
“I love you — love you so much, baby,” he moans into your ear, one hand travelling up your back and caressing the soft, smooth skin there. “Gonna show you how much I love you.”
A mix of emotions wash around your stomach as Javi starts to pound you steadily now, refraining from anything harsh, just showing you how desperate he was. Suddenly, in a blurry second, your head hits the pillow before you even know what’s happening. Javier had flipped you over onto your back now, kneeling between your thighs as he took your feet and placed them atop of his shoulders, spreading you wide for him. The movement was so sudden that it caught you off guard, even more so when his cock was buried inside you once again in this angle.
“Fu-ck — ohh, Javi. That’s so deep, just like that.” You moan, feeling his dick reach spots inside of you that you weren’t even aware existed. The rouge warmth blooming on his chest was getting darker by the minute, breath puffing from between his clenched teeth rapidly.
“Gonna fill you up, baby. Need you to cum for me so I can do that. Fill you with my babies, hm? Make you a mama.” He grunts, his voice almost a plea as the lewd noise of your skins slapping together filled the room. Your breath came out in short pants, your climax nearing rapidly until it was too strenuous to hold it back. You can’t speak anymore — can’t call out in desperation and warn him that you are about to cum. All you can think about is his cock hitting all the right spots and the notion of him filling you with his hot, creamy cum — shooting his load into your womb and filling you with his baby.
You and Javi had always talked about having kids in the future tense — never had a date set in stone, but with how you felt right now? You don’t think you would be all that annoyed about it happening this way.
The build hits it’s brink as you feel the explosion of pleasure wash over you like a cold shower, gasping out in mercy, your hands scramble the sheets, every muscle in your body going tense. “Yes, yes, yes,” you cry softly to yourself, your hips twitching upward when you feel Javi’s restraint snap, his dick spurting copious amounts of seed to cover your creamy walls in, the sticky, messy feeling uncomfortable and satisfying at the same time.
Javier had finished inside of you multiple times but those times he was always wearing a condom or you were on the pill — but this time, this time it felt different — it felt meaningful. Like maybe, just maybe a beautiful baby could be the outcome of all this.
Javier whimpers deeply through his teeth as his hips buck out the remainder of his load until the friction is simply too much for the both of you and he has to pull out. When he does, he gently eases your feet down from his shoulders, your thighs trembling slightly from the aftershocks of your climax and with the way the hot substance dribbled out of your quivering hole.
Javi’s quick to reach down and push it back in — partially because it would refrain the bedsheets from getting messy and also because the thought of even a drop of his cum being wasted on the mattress stressed him out enough.
You whimper slightly when his fingers make contact with your cunt, but your discomfort is quickly reduced when your husband rolls you over and lays down next to you, pulling you in to lay your face onto his chest — the sound of his heartbeat underneath your ear lulling you into relaxation.
And for a while, neither of you speak, and really, you didn’t have to. Not when the silence washing over the two of you felt this peaceful. The sensation of your sweaty skin pressed together feeling comforting.
You take your eyes away from Javi’s stomach, twisting your body enough until you were able to look up at him. A giddy smile crosses your lips at the sight of him — hair all messy, eyes tired and lips still a little red from your lipstick rubbing off on them. You bring your hand up to run through his sweaty yet slightly crunchy— from the gel — hair, letting your fingers tangle in the dark brown locks.
“That was really hot.” You whisper, giggling at your own, obvious choice of words.
Javier chuckles in response. “You think so?” He teases, manoeuvring the two of you until he were able to roll you onto your back and lay above you, one arm supporting his weight while his other leaned down, using his hand to cup your cheek. “You wanna do it again?”
And now, grinning as Javi climbs down your body, you have a feeling it will be a long night.
This took me WAY too long, holy shit. I really worked very hard on this fic so comments, reblogs and likes are hugely appreciated. I would love to hear your thoughts on this🤍 love this pairing 🥹
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Little pic of my writing buddy toward the end of finishing this🥹⬇️
