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GO ON 😈
THINK ABOUT IT 😉😉😉😉😉😉😉😉
NO I CANNOT THINK ABOUT THIS
BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK? I think javier is alllll talk when it comes to phone sex. like he loooves to tell you to call him sometime while he's at work, wearing that lingerie set you just got that he went feral for (you had to smack his hands off you to keep him from ripping the thing apart when he saw you in it for the first time)
but when you actually do it, he's at the cafe murphy can't stop dragging him to for lunch, maybe some of the guys have tagged along too, and his phone rings. assuming it's something for work, he picks up at the table right as the waitress brings over their coffees and, well. it's not work. it's you, all naked at home and cooing in his ear, telling him you've been so good, put on his favorite set, and now you want him so bad and you're so warm from your bath and you wish he was—
it's torture. all that suave bravado is gone. his dick's half hard at fucking lunch and you're moaning in his ear about all the lace and straps and little cut outs he remembers so goddamn well. about how you put it on just for him. best he can choke out is a clumsy "you did? that's good."
he'd get up and excuse himself, take this outside where he could whisper absolute filth about what he's going to do to you later while he smokes, except you're asking where he is, who he's with, if the boys know how wet for him you are at home, and he fucking asked for this. it's his own fucking fault. he told you to call him, thinking he'd be the one in control.
despite this, he still makes you pay for the little stunt the second he gets home.