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"come right on me... i mean, camaraderie!" (javier peña x f!reader)

warnings: porn with some plot, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f!receiving), fingering, anal play, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, spitting, creampie, no use of y/n, some pop culture references even though this is set in the 90s, some feels, talks of insecurities (body, age, etc), anxiety (not much, though). mdni.

author’s note (pt/br): maria fernanda, saia daqui. agora.

a/n: I took some inspiration from sabrina carpenter's song "bed chem", obviously. i'm really proud of this piece! let me know what you think :))

word count: 7222 oops

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You’d heard about Javier Peña many times during your first year in Laredo, Texas.

A job opportunity forced you to leave Florida, and go straight to Texas with only a couple of bags, your car and your orange cat. Even though you were raised in the cold weather, you adapted quite easily to the South when Florida became your home several years ago. Not to mention that, once in Laredo, your expertise in Spanish came in handy, and you got to know all sorts of people. However, there were some people you only heard about, and Javier fell in that second category.

His time in the DEA, his father, his looks and wits, his habit to sleep around that died down after he came back from Colombia… It all had been brought to your attention by coworkers and friends before you could even set your eyes on him.

It was a hot, sunny Sunday afternoon, and you were walking around, window shopping whilst having ice cream with a work friend, when you first saw him. He was across the street, loading a truck with some construction materials, and your girlfriend squeaked and jumped like a schoolgirl upon seeing him. She pushed you behind a lamp post, hiding herself too.

Apparently, many women had a crush on the infamous Javier.

You had to admit, you got it. After all, he had a magnetic energy about him, and you loved mustaches. Also, those tight pants were doing it for him… and for you. Your friend only walked away after his truck disappeared, so you didn’t get a proper introduction. It was fun seeing him for the first time, though. Almost like seeing a celebrity.

After that day, you saw him around more. Once in the grocery store, when you were buying bananas and he was getting avocados. Once at the construction store, when your bathroom light exploded. He was quite a vision, and chivalrous too, even though you never formally introduced yourselves.

It was Saturday night and some of your acquaintances were all out in this bar, celebrating something you couldn’t quite remember, when you saw him once more. He was out with what you assumed were some guys from the local police force, and it appeared to be someone's birthday or some sort of celebration.

By the time you arrived, Javier’s party was mostly composed of really drunk men. It was endearing to watch the sober ones — which were just Javier and one other blond dude — try to contain the rest of them from making a “glass tower”, composed only of very breakable glasses.

You were smiling, drink in hand, when Javier’s gaze met yours — he caught you staring. You could shy away from him, similar to your friend hiding herself from him behind a lamp post. But you didn’t really want to, so you smiled.

And just like that, he smiled back.

You raised your drink, and he shrugged nonchalantly. The silent exchange was pleasant, but short-lived, as one of his drunk friends tackled him and threw them both on the ground. You giggled and turned back to the conversation around you.

It was fun to go out for once, that much was true. Nonetheless, the conversation, loud noises and weird lighting made your head ache, and you found yourself in need of a break — there was almost an itch forcing you to go someplace else for a beat, away from the people who actually knew you and wanted to make small talk.

There was nothing wrong with small talk, it just wasn’t your favorite way to spend your entire night. Even being silent, sitting alone on a stool, doing some people watching, was better than listening to five people talking loudly and all at once for the entire night. So, you stood up, making your way to the bar.

The cute bartender poured you another G&T, but not before making sure you weren’t driving. Once you assured him you didn’t even have car keys on you, he handed you the drink. You didn’t miss the way he stared down your cleavage. Truth be told, you already didn’t mind the gaze from cute guys, but under the influence of alcohol, you actually kind of liked it.

The wink you gave the bartender almost had him breaking a very expensive bottle of Tanqueray.

You were smiling still, taking a sip, when you felt a presence to your right. You stopped drinking but didn’t put down the drink, and blinked twice before turning your head, eyes wide.

The one and only Javier Peña was staring at you, a slight raise on the corner of the right side of his lips.

“What is a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?”, you almost choked on your drink with the words coming from Javier’s mouth. Mistake or not, he was either going to play this really smooth or really weird. He lifted a finger, chuckling, before continuing, “It’s not my fault if you’re so beautiful it makes a man forget the proper way to word a sentence”.

Smooth it is.

You smiled, slowly sipping your drink before replying, “I was wondering if all the men here were drunk on alcohol or simply on my beauty”.

Javier smiled, clearly enjoying himself, and you felt like you’d just hit the jackpot. God, he was beautiful. “Certainly on your looks”, he finally sat down on the stool next to yours. “How did you get this gorgeous anyway?”

“Oh, I feed on the souls of the young”, you sipped on your drink again. Javier must have been glad he wasn’t drinking anything, because he certainly would’ve spit it all out from shock. You weren’t always the wittiest, but alcohol brought out something in you.

Your gazes locked, and you felt the heat creeping up on your cheeks. The sudden realization of how close you two were hit you like a truck. If you moved your body only a little to your right, your legs would touch.

Did you want that? To be touched by and to touch this man?

Yes.

Javier was still looking at you, trying to figure out what was happening in your brain. His big brown eyes and killer smile were enough to make you swoon, but the way he was careful not to cross any line, the way in which he seemed so interested without having ever talked to you was doing something more to you. You didn’t usually go for the one night stand type of guy — and, if you were to believe the gossip you’d been told, that’s what Javier Peña was — and yet here you were, wanting nothing more than to fall for cheesy pickup lines and let him take you home.

“I don’t remember seeing you around here before”, he said and you rolled your eyes. Small talk will be the death of you. He chuckled again, smiling a little whilst seeming slightly offended.

You frowned and opened a small smile, “I’m so sorry, that was really rude of me, I just…”, you moved your hands around in a grand gesture, hoping he could read your mind. “I fucking hate small talk”, you laughed at last, and he followed you.

“‘m the one who’s sorry, gorgeous. Wouldn’t want you to have a conversation you found unpleasant”, he tilted his head a little. Oh, he was charming alright.

You sipped on your drink a little more. “You’re right about one thing, I don’t come often”, you tried to redeem yourself, and it was when his mouth opened a little as he smiled that you realized the poor way you phrased your sentence. “HERE! I don’t come here often”, you babbled quickly as he laughed at your awkwardness.

“Well, I’ve come quite a lot, and I must say it might be easier to do so with you around”, he leaned in. “Coming here, of course”.

“Of course”, you replied, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt, especially because he still had that winning smile on his face. There was a part of you that wanted to let him take the lead and simply fall for it, but this witty, flirty way you felt was so rare you wanted to both ravel in it and see how far it would take you. “So, what brought you here this particular night?”

He picked up some peanuts from the tiny bowl in front of you and ate them. “‘m just here with some buddies, but you’re a much more pleasant companion”.

“Aw, but you shouldn’t leave them alone, I’m sure they miss you”, you said, pouting and leaning forward. The closeness to this man was making your head light, almost like a drug. You reached your hand towards his arm, the one that was on the counter, and let your fingers lightly move, caressing him.

It was the very first time you touched Javier Peña, and you’d be damned if it was the last.

“Nah, they’re good”, he replied instantly. “They’re good buddies, they’ll live without me”.

Right on queue, the sound of a glass breaking filled the bar and one of Javier’s friends yelled out sorry! You and him both laughed, his hand coming to caress your thigh much like you were doing on his arm right now.

“I think this fellowship you guys have is really nice”, you began to set your trap, smiling sweetly.

“Fellowship? What are you, a gray bearded wizard?”, he laughingly replied.

“There’s this other term too… What was it again? Come right on me”, you said slowly, not letting the sweet smile die. Javier’s mouth opened a little almost in slow motion. “I mean, camaraderie!”, you corrected yourself, removing your hands from him completely and tossing your hair over your shoulder. You were surprising even yourself with how cool you were playing it.

You hoped it was actually good and not just a drunken haze.

Javier was rendered speechless.

His hand that was oh, so gently caressing your thigh, froze. You could feel the shift in his mind when his fingers stretched and creeped up higher, approaching the hem of your dress. He stopped midway and squeezed. You lifted your chin, daring him. His other hand, that was resting on his leg up until now, moved towards your face as he put a rebellious piece of hair behind your ear.

You realized that you might have him where you want him, but he sure as hell had you where he wanted you, too.

The fireworks you felt were so rare that you questioned if it was wise to let him have you like this before you even went out on a date. After all, it was your personal experience that men usually ran fast and far away the morning after.

Was it worth it?

His thumb stroked your cheek, and for a moment you quietly admired the way his face focused on yours. You couldn’t help the smile that was creeping in on your face.

Yes. Oh, yes, this night would be worth it.

(***)

A few moments later, you were standing outside the bar. You made some excuse to your friends and left in a haste, meeting Javi — he insisted you called him that — outside with a cigarette between his lips.

There were more interesting things to put between his lips.

He blew some smoke and smiled at you, and your mind went blank for a second. Way to make a girl feel like a million bucks.

Truth be told, you didn’t think that was how your night would play out. When he invited you to go outside, you didn’t know what to expect completely. Well, actually, you knew what was going to happen. Duh. You just weren’t secure. He was a stranger, and you had your insecurities, of course.

Anyway.

The way he smiled made those insecurities fly out the metaphorical window.

You were climbing the metaphorical walls just thinking about this man.

So, disregarding completely how much you hated the smell and taste of Malboros, you walked up to him and kissed him. Liquid courage.

One hand on the nape of his neck, pushing him to you and feeling his gorgeous short hair.

He was stunned. To be honest, you were stunned too — it wasn’t often you let yourself be picked up on a bar, let one be the one doing the pick out. You were a shameless flirt sometimes, but usually not one to act on it.

In Javi’s defense, he reacted quite quickly. You weren’t sure if he dropped his half-smoked cigar on the ground or not, but you didn’t feel it when his hands touched you. Both of them on your waist, hugging you and holding you deliciously.

Where has this man been all your life?

You felt his lips against yours, moving slowly and torturously.

A brief flash of consciousness flashed through you. That was a small town, and you were in the parking lot of some bar. Anyone could see you and deem you a whore.

Any thought stopped when he separated your lips and looked at you with those puppy eyes. “Where do you live? Maybe I can give you a ride home…?”, the expectation in his voice was adorable.

As if he didn’t know he was coming up.

The little bit of modesty you had thanked him for trying and not treating you like a “sure thing”. However, you were much more interested in making your interest known.

“Maybe I can give you a ride”, you replied, sounding as sassy as you could, and you smiled, raising your eyebrows. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and he laughed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, gorgeous”, he said, pressing his forehead to yours. The kiss had been mindblowing, but that right there, that was what melted you.

You let your smile become sweeter, and you lifted your shoulders in a little shrug, your cheeks burning red, smile playful. The way he looked at you, half sweetly, half lustfully… There he goes again, melting you away.

By now, your underwear was uncomfortably wet. Could he tell?

You wanted him, just him.

So you lifted your hand towards him, even though you didn't know which one his car was. You were certain he’d guide you towards it.

His smile grew wider, endearing and passionate, and he grabbed your hand.

(***)

“Make a left here”, you guided as Javi drove.

What was it about a man driving a stick?

You had about three hundred “driving a stick” jokes on your mind, but you decided to stay quiet and enjoy the cool air, a rarity for Laredo.

“So,” Javi broke the silence, “have you lived here long? I haven’t seen you around that much”.

You turned your head towards the driver’s seat, taking your mind out of the city and inappropriate jokes regarding cars. There, in the car, your desire was still unbelievably growing. But there was something else too, something more intimate than just grabbing him and kissing him.

Were you going insane?

“Uh, yeah, I haven’t”, you replied. “Moved here from Florida for work, a couple of months back”.

“Oh”, he sounded genuinely interested. Was that possible? For that man to want you for something other than that night? You shook your head, making those thoughts disappear and trying to focus on the matter at hand. “What do you do?”

“I’m an immigration lawyer”.

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that. You enjoyed surprising people with that information, even though it was the most natural job in the world for you.

Being the daughter of a latin-american immigrant and an european immigrant, you were painfully aware of the double standard and of the many, many issues in United States’ legislation regarding immigration. You could talk about it all day. This was your calling.

“That’s amazing”, he said, turning the wheel to make a left. God, he could just drive that damn stick all night and you’d probably come from watching it alone.

You could tell he meant to say something else, but you interrupted him. The physical intimacy you could deal with, but getting into personal, mental, emotional intimacy right now was a no-no. He’s leaving in the morning. “That’s my house over there, the second one”.

Your car was on the driveway, but he had plenty of space to park there too, which he did swiftly. You got out before he could open the door for you, already pulling the door keys out of your bag.

There was nothing wrong with bringing a man home, but tell that to your cat.

The little ball of orange fur ran and disappeared from sight when she realized you had company. Poor baby, you thought. Usually, you didn't like company yourself, and your home was a sacred place meant only for those you really trusted.

Sure, you trusted Javi. You heard that the man was a hero and blah blah blah. The thing is, he was really hot, and that was enough for you to grab his hand and lead him into your room.

As the single mother of an introverted cat, you tried not to bring strangers into the room she slept with you.

But tonight the situation was different.

You needed this stranger in your room. You need this stranger in you, period.

How long had it been since you felt this for someone?

Have you ever felt this before?

You were completely aware of Javi looking around the room, standing behind you whilst you took your heels off. You had paintings, photographs, and you did all the work on the paint of the walls and revitalizing some spaces. Maybe a tad much for a rented house, but you wanted it to be home for you and your baby kitty.

“Wow, this place’s amazing”, he looked around, stopping on a picture you had atop of your dresser. It was you and your best friend from college, back when she had red hair. You were skinnier and tanner, basking in that glow of the early twenties. He picked up a ceramic jewelry box you made yourself, long ago. “Did you make this?”, he held it out to you.

You smiled and nodded, taking out your earrings and moving towards your bathroom. You hoped catching your reflection and giving yourself a pep talk would make all the worries go away, and give you the courage you needed to kiss the gorgeous man you’d brought home.

Turns out, you didn’t need to do much.

Javi followed you into the bathroom, and stood behind you. He was a few centimeters taller, and now, with your heels off, you could see his smile and beautiful brown eyes over your head. His hands came up to your arms, one caressing and one moving up to move your hair away from your neck.

“You’re amazing”, he said, eyes locked on yours. Then, he moved to press a kiss on your neck. Gentle, sweet, unlike what you expected this night would be. Perhaps you were wrong.

Maybe there was a chance in hell this wasn’t a one night thing?

His lips on your neck were driving you insane already. You reached up, hands caressing his hair. He came closer, and you could feel something hard against your lower back. There was no other alternative but to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”, he smiled against your neck. God, you loved he didn’t take himself seriously. You weren’t drunk, far from it, but the alcohol took down your inhibitions a notch, enough to let yourself enjoy in a way your insecurities and anxiety normally wouldn’t.

“I can feel all of you”. You meant that in a light hearted way, but it came out almost in a moan as his hand moved to the skirt of your dress, raising it and showing off more of you.

“Not all of me”, he returned to kissing your neck. You watched it in the mirror. What a sight.

You could get used to this.

As much as it pained you to move from this position, you turned on your heels, facing him. He lost no time in grabbing your waist, pulling you closer. You let your hands travel up to the nape of his neck, feeling his hair again.

There was so much to say. You wanted to know him better, to ask him about his fears and hopes and hairdresser. Because God, his hair was so soft and well cut.

At the same time though, there was nothing you could say that would mean more than a kiss.

So, you let him kiss you. He felt strong, and comfortable, and reliable, and unbelievably sexy. His hand moved up, hugging you, and you let yourself embrace his neck as the kiss deepened. His tongue asked for entrance, and although you usually didn’t care for kissing, there was something about this, about him.

After the kiss went on for a second and for a million years all at once, you felt his hands move south, towards your butt, and lift you up. You let out a small sound, surprised by how easily he raised you in his arms, your legs instantly moving to wrap around his waist. He seated you on the counter of your bathroom, separating the kiss.

For a moment, you felt insecure. You knew your body wasn’t what it used to be, and you knew there were more attractive women out there. You looked down, realizing your head was seconds away from spiraling hard, when he lifted your chin and locked your eyes.

“I do something you don’t like, you tell me to stop. One word from you, and we stop?”, his eyes were serious, and you nodded. “Need to hear you say it, gorgeous”.

“Okay”, your voice was but a whisper. And you were sure you couldn’t say anything else when he smiled. That smile was new, almost predatory. A man on a mission.

You nodded, he nodded. An understanding.

He kissed you again, harder this time. One hand on your hair, the other making circles on your thigh. You could tell he wanted to rip off your clothes, but was being as gentlemanly as he could with his soon to be one night stand.

You wanted this.

You had done this before.

Why were you still a little nervous?

You decided to take matters into your own hands, using your legs to wrap around his waist again and pull him closer. Your hands roaming on his delicious torso, then his shoulders, then his hair again.

He had such great hair.

His lips left yours, making you whimper with the loss. “You want this?”, he asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

You smirked, a little more confident feeling and now seeing the bulge in his pants. You bit your lower lip, and seductively nodded yes. “Don’t hold back on me now”, you whispered, hands still on his hair, pulling him closer, but he stopped you.

Your stomach dropped. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he didn’t want this…

The air was knocked out of you, as he kneeled in front of you, not even taking out your dress. Instead, he just pulled it up, and came face to face with your clothed heat.

By now, you were surely a mess.

Clearly, Javier Peña relished on that.

“All this for me?”, he grinned, pulling your plain black underwear down your legs with so much ease and casualty that one could think he’d done this to you a million times.

You were about to try to answer when he kissed the inside of your thigh. His hands were caressing you, making small circles on your legs. He kissed the other thigh, and you let out a whimper.

Good God, how did he have this effect on you?

You wanted more.

You reached down to his hair, trying to convey your need in that touch.

He was touching him everywhere but there, where you needed him the most. The anticipation, the need — it was driving you insane.

When he finally licked your center, you felt as if you could die. The French called the haze of an orgasm la petite mort, but you were certain there had to be an expression for this right here, right now. This feeling wasn’t exactly new — you had had good sex before, but it had never been this intense.

What was he doing to you?

As he continued with his tongue, you let your body relax and fall back on the mirror behind you, using this new angle to admire the man between your legs.

He was beautiful, and sinfully skilled.

One of his hands moved towards your entrance, but he didn’t insert any fingers. No, he just applied pressure on the region around your clit.

You moaned, moved frantically and tried to do something to make this feeling last and end all at once.

The way he moved slowly, but putting pressure on you… Your mind didn’t comprehend it.

Then, he started drawing circles, whilst his tongue still did its magic. You knew that, in order to cum, you needed more — more speed, more intensity, just more.

And apparently, Javi knew that too.

The knot on your stomach was growing tighter, your mind losing its grip on reality. He worked you to perfection, and your body tensed when he used both his fingers and tongue to good use.

“You have such a delicious pussy, gorgeous”, you looked down at the man who just uttered those filthy words with such naturality, and found him smiling.

As soon as he put his tongue back near your clit, applying the perfect pressure, you came.

A star-seeing type of orgasm. A mind-blowing, life-changing type of orgasm.

You usually didn’t come when guys gave you head. But usually, the guys you fucked didn’t care much for working it. Javi, on the other hand, was having fun eating you out, even after you came muttering “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming…”.

Surely, he didn’t mean to make you come again… Or did he?

He kept licking you, kissing you, using his fingers on you, and it was magic. Pure bliss. He used one hand to push your dress further up, whilst the other was on you, his fingers entering you and curling at the same time his mouth was attached to your clit.

Still shaking from your first orgasm, it was somehow easier for you to get there again. Your hips moved uncontrollably, and you were sure you were tugging too hard on his hard, but Javi didn’t seem to mind. He was all smiles, chin glistering with you when he stood up in front of you and kissed you.

You wanted to laugh — it all felt so good, delicious, unreal. You felt like you could spread your wings like a parachute and just fly.

Noticing you were a goner, Javi picked you up bridal style towards your bed. Despite your underwear being discarded, you were still dressed, as was he.

He threw you on the bed, hardly but softly at the same time, and proceeded taking off his jacket. You laughed a bit, but he shut you right up with a kiss.

You moaned when he deepened the kiss, and your hand moved from the nape of his neck to the bulge in his pants. Taking off your clothes and his was a haze — a combination of hands, of kissing, of grunting. You couldn’t wait to have this man, and for him to have you. Thankfully, he thought the same.

Javi was down to his boxers, his length was already visible. He stood up, looking for his pants to pick up protection from his wallet. And, boy, what a sight this man was.

You were into him, and, to be honest, you were feeling irresponsible. There was already a strange man in your bedroom. Same man who made you come hard in your bathroom a couple of minutes ago.

“I’m on birth control”, you said, sitting on the bed. You were sure your tits looked real good from this angle, and the way his eyes darted from your face to your boobs made you feel awesome about yourself.

“Oh”, was he speechless?, “I’ve been tested recently, and I…”, he was going to say something else, but in typical you fashion, you interrupted him, moving closer and reaching for his head. You kissed him in a way you hoped would convey all your want for him.

Although you began to think it was impossible. You just wanted him so. damn. much.

“Please, Javi”, he groaned hearing his own name coming from your lips. “I just want you”, you let your hands move through his chest. He was so manly, and he smelled delicious too. You were tested too, and you knew you were all set. Also, you had faith in your birth control methods.

What harm could it make?

“I want to feel your cum dripping from me, on my thighs”, you murmured, and you swore his pupils were so wide there was none of the brown irises anymore. “I want you inside me, just you, nothing more”.

“Baby”, he groaned, pushing you down on the bed.

“I want to be all yours, Javi, please”, and that was his breaking point. He took your pulses in one of his hands, and lifted them above your head, granting him view of all of you.

Although you felt exposed, you also felt powerful. The way he eyed your body made your nipples harden.

And then. Then he spit on your face.

Your brain short circuited. What was going on? The impulse to open your mouth was bigger than you, and when you did he spit again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your back arched, trying to get more of him.

It felt so dirty, and so, oh, so good.

Your body was aching for his touch, waiting for him to give it attention. You could feel his cock on your entrance, and you knew you were ready. Yet, he didn’t fuck you right away. So, you opened your eyes, and he was already staring at you.

“Ask for it”, he commanded.

“What…?”

“I said ask for it”, he was calm, but his jaw was clenching. He used a hand to move his dick near your entrance, slapping your pussy with it. You moaned, and his mouth opened.

His tip was on your entrance, almost, almost, almost giving you what you needed. But he didn’t.

You remembered his command.

“Please, Javi, please…”.

“Please what?”, a slight movement that made you moan and use your hands to play with your nipples.

“Please fuck me–eoh”, before you’d even finished speaking, he thrusted deep. He was so strong, and his cock was big and going deep, deep, deeper…

He lowered his body, and his chest was pressing against yours, caging you in the best way possible. Javi was pressed up on his elbows, and he used the position to kiss and whisper sweet nothings in your ears. Whispers of “You’re amazing”, “You’re beautiful”, “So tight”, “Just for me…” flooded your senses, and all you could do was moan his name and how good he was.

That man had some serious game. He moved his hips slowly but surely, intoxicating you. His kisses on your neck complemented each movement, and you wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to go even deeper.

He had his face hiding in the crook of your neck, more sweet than you’d ever think he’d be.

Reading your mind, Javi lifted himself up, and used his gigantic hands to turn you around, belly flat on the mattress. “Up”, he commanded.

You were confused for a second, and, in response, he slapped your ass. Honestly, that only made you wetter.

You arched your back and turned your face to try and see his expressions. Whilst you positioned yourself on all fours, both his hands were on your hips, and he was admiring you, your body. Even though he made it clear he found you beautiful, it was odd having such an adoring look directed only towards you.

It was good.

You felt him lining up on your entrance, and you couldn’t help the little moan you let out. Damn, he was thick.

Right on clockwork, he slapped you again. If he kept going at it like that, your cheeks would be red by the morning.

“Ask for it”, he commanded once more. “Ask for it like the little slut you are”.

Even though his words were dirty, his voice was soft, and his eyes softer. You liked the dirty talk, perhaps more than you should.

“I want you so bad, Javi, please… Please fill me up”, you complied. He ordered, and you obeyed. “Make me yours”.

That was enough for Javi, and he entered you from behind, bottoming out. You felt so full, and this angle was even better. He began moving, a little faster than before, but a lot harder — like he knew from your moans and the way you clenched around his shaft that you liked this position better.

“Pretty little slut”, his voice was raspy and he was moving faster every second. What else could you do but scream his name?

He thrusted deep and hard, the grip of his hands on your hips making it easier for him. You made sure your ass was pranced up, and your back arched as your face and tits rested on the bed.

One of his hands left your hips, travelling to your hair. He pulled you towards him, your back flat to his chest. His arm embraced you, over your neck, pressing slightly. You could tell your hair was all over the place, but you didn’t care — not when his other hand traced south and started playing with your clit.

Both your hands grabbed his forearm, the one embracing your chest. It was all so good. You couldn’t help but let out a deep moan, almost painfully.

“Yeah, gorgeous?”, his hands worked their magic. The one on your neck moved to your jaw, turning your face to his. “Tell me what you want”, he demanded.

You couldn’t respond. Surely, he wasn’t expecting you to form any coherent thoughts that could lead to actual words coming out of your mouth. Your mind was a haze, your words long gone. All there was left was a feeling growing on the pit of your stomach and incoherent moans.

So, that’s what you gave him. Incoherent moans of his name, of him, of this.

“Nah, baby”, he stopped all movement, instantly making you whimper, almost cry out. “Ask for what you want, and I’ll give it to ya”.

You swallowed. Perhaps you could try. “You, Javi…”, he was still and quiet, and the lack of him almost hurt, “I want more of you, more of this, more of your hands”.

“More, huh?”, to which he replied with a sharp thrust. He pushed you down, back on all fours, your mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’, cheek against the mattress, eyes fluttering closed. “You’re quite the sight, gorgeous”.

He pounded deeper each thrust, becoming more and more erratic. There was sweat on your back, on your face and his. Quite the workout.

Then, you felt his hand move towards your hole, a part of you no one had ever been allowed to touch. But, with Javi, you felt comfortable, and you wanted more.

“You like this, my pretty slut?”, he was filthy, and it was turning you on. You tried to nod, still having in mind that you could ask him to stop at any moment. “Say it for me, baby”.

“I like it, Javi”, you whispered, and his thrusts became sloppier.

To top all of the sensations you were having, Javi spit on you. You felt it on your ass, next to that tight ring of muscle he was playing with. He used his own saliva to lubricate you, and he pushed his finger in.

You screamed — not out of pain, out of pure pleasure.

The combination of your moans, you allowing him to play with your ass, and your wet, tight pussy was too much for Javi.

The man came with a groan, holding your hips, after moans of “I’m coming, gorgeous, I’m coming in you, is this what you wanted?”.

It was sinful, so good it made your head go out of its orbit.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you laying down. He pulled you closer, and guided your hips upwards, so he could look into your eyes. What a beautiful man, you thought, your heart skipping a beat.

His lips curled up, and he was still coming down from his orgasm. You felt his cum in you, and it made you smile too.

“Let me take care of you now”, as if he hadn’t already.

As he moved towards the edge of the bed, he moved your body so your tummy was up, and he kneeled on the bed, kissing your entire body. He worshiped your breasts, and your hips, and your thighs — and he made sure you knew it. So good, so delicious, so tasty…, he said, and for a second there, you believed him.

His hand moved, caressing you, and finally landed on your pussy. Even though his fingers felt good, you knew it wouldn’t be enough to get you there.

Truth be told, you didn’t come with much ease. It was frustrating, even more so because you had already had an orgasm, and now he probably thought it would be easy to make you cum. Then, you’d disappoint him and yourself… And good God, you were spiraling.

Apparently Javi could tell, because he stopped moving his body and his hand, and laid on your side, face close to yours. It was intimate, and he was warm.

“Remember, baby, you say stop and we stop, okay?”. You just nodded. Maybe he wouldn’t hate you if you were honest. Maybe he wanted you to be honest. You looked down, and he had his eyes on you, completely focused.

He looked like he was in awe of you just laying there with him.

“I don’t know if I can come like this”, you let out quietly, almost whispering. You felt like crying, which was revolting to you. This was frustrating.

“Hey, hey”, his hands cupped your face, moving your hair out of the way so your eyes could lock. He was looking at you with such care that it hurt. “What can we do?”.

We.

It’d been a hot minute since you’d been a “we”. You were so used to taking care of yourself…

Oh.

The idea struck like lighting. “There’s a box beneath my bed, on the right side”, you hadn’t even finished saying the words and Javi was already moving, picking up the small box. He looked at you curiously, grinning.

“This isn’t what I think it is…”, he opened the box. “Or is it?”, his smile grew and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re dirty, baby. I like it”.

The way he said it, tongue sticking out a bit at the end, was like a bullet. You could feel him in every part of your body still, even more so after his comment.

His brown eyes shifted from you to the toy he’d picked up — long, curved, blue and vibrating on fifteen different intensities.

You could take care of yourself, hence the little box. You didn’t need a second party, sometimes even preferring doing it alone, because it was hard to get there, to orgasm. But you wanted him. The fact that he was willing to incorporate your needs in his repertoire, without being threatened by the blue toy was something else.

He was something else.

Damn.

“Just look at me, gorgeous. That’s it. So good for me.”, he moved, now hovering above you, turning the vibrator on. It started slow, but Javi pressed it, making the vibrations faster and louder. You looked to the ceiling for a fraction of a second, and that was enough to earn a scold from the man working his magic between your legs. “Eyes on me”, he said.

Then, he touched you again. He moved down, finding a comfortable place between your legs. It was all so good, almost too good. His lips on your thighs, his eyes on your, one hand balancing himself and the other holding the little blue toy you were sure he would somehow incorporate.

Javi’s eyes never left your, not even when he licked your pussy and made your eyes shut close. He was good like that, and he didn’t mind having a little help. Hence the toy that he pressed on your clit, so sweetly. He stayed there for a minute, and then moved, then came back… A symphony of movements and vibrations.

The vibrations on your most sensitive part made you almost collapse. Sure, it was hard to come, but with the right stimulation…

How could he be so attentive? Hadn’t he gotten what he wanted already?

The insecurities and self-sabbotage flew right out the window when Javi combined his lips and the vibrator. When he laid on the bed and removed his lips to put one finger inside you… You could feel your control slipping right out of your fingers.

“You’re so good to me, baby”.

And just like that, you snapped.

You came, even if it was not as hard as the first or second time. But damn. Three times in, what, less than two hours? A personal record. A delicious personal record you wanted Javier to help you beat day after day.

And Javi didn’t seem to care if the vibrator was there. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. Did he relish on making you feel good?

“I can’t get enough of you coming…”, he said, purring. His voice was velvet-y, and music to your ears. “... all over me”.

He moved his body upwards, whilst you were still coming down from the high of your orgasm. Every part of you was so sensitive. You moaned when he kissed your nipples. You gasped when his hands moved from your hips to your waist to your face.

He was laying on top of you, naked and all. And what a sight that was — his disheveled hair and chin covered in you.

“Hi”, he murmured, smiling.

You smiled too. “Hey, you”, you realized your voice was raspy from all the moaning. He found that clearly amusing as he laid beside you.

“You are so beautiful”.

“Oh, shut up”, you hid your face in your hands, laughing. He propped himself up, laughing but a bit serious too.

“You are”, his face was close to yours, both his hands now holding your wrists.

The sex was fun, even after the wave of frustration washed over you. This, however, was serious.

You felt it in your bones — the way he looked at you, the way his lips approached yours and kissed them ever so softly, tenderly, but still dominating.

He was going to say something, you could feel it, but he was interrupted by a small ball of orange fur on the doorway, meowing loudly.

Saved by the bell? Or better yet, saved by the cat?

Apparently you missed her dinner time.

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