𝓓𝓸𝓲𝓷’ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮
Stepbrother!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader
Summary: Your new stepbrothers home for the summer. He’s a lot cooler, and nicer than you expected, and he’s willing to indulge you for a favour. Aka asking stepbrother Javi to take your virginity.
Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Stepcest/stepbrother trope and all that comes with, age gap [reader is 18 when she meets Javi, he’s 22], infidelity [Javi cheats on his gf not reader] rich shitty parents, mommy and daddy issues, reader is girly, plays tennis, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, pet-names, soft!dom!Javi?, bratty!reader?, size-kink? [Javi is bigger than reader], praise kink, fingering, grinding, “virginity” loss, pool sex, unprotected P in V [do better!!]. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 9.2K Words
A/N: I AM BACK!! This has been 2 years in the making lmao but was so fun to write. Thank you to @toxicanonymity for your help on this and to everyone who has showed interest in this universe, and I really really hope you enjoy!!
Masterlist
Summertime, and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras MG
All the people in the dance will agree
That we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C
Me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party
And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
Surely, a new parent in the house would be a significant change for any family, but something told you it was going to be a lot more difficult in your household. To say your mother was easy to live with was certainly generous, and you didn’t exactly blame your father for wanting to walk away from a marriage as dysfunctional as theirs.
Despite being the “better parent”, however, your father was far from blameless for the turbulent split and custody battle that would ensue from their separation, and after spending a childhood stuck between the both of them, fighting to be with your “better parent” you were exhausted. Especially since that “better parent” was quite a mediocre one at that.
What you couldn’t stomach, was the fact that your father then chose to settle down with perhaps the only other person who could compete with your mothers patheticness. But you really didn’t expect much more from said “mediocre parent” if you were being honest.
When Maria came into your life you were glad you were about to leave the nest. Sure, 11th grade was made more difficult than it would have been considering you had to deal with your dad’s absence on the week nights, had to stomach him going to dinners with some random woman, had to answer said random woman’s intrusive questions and pretend you were completely fine with her waltzing into your house and making comments about how you lived, and what you should’ve and shouldn’t have been doing. Of course, after raising her golden boy– her oh so perfect son who she couldn’t shut up about, she knew best. He was at university, studying criminology, after-all.
Safe to say you were ecstatic when you were notified the two got married at the courthouse while you spent the winter with your mother. Shocked, horrified, hurt? You weren't even sure what you felt after a point. Tired, would probably be the best fit. The only saving grace was that you didn’t have to attend the ceremony.
When you learnt that Maria’s son was also not in attendance to witness the vows, you were almost certain the “spontaneous, and unplanned” union surely took your absences in mind.
There was that word again– tired.
But what could you have done? You just had to grit your teeth and focus on what mattered- getting out of that house. There was no benefit in paying attention to the antics of your “parents”, any of the three. So that’s exactly what you did, pushed through till you were walking across your graduation stage and securing a spot at the university you’d always wanted.
And so when summer came you were hell bent on recuperating after a hard few year’s work. There was nothing more you desired than relaxing, lounging by the pool, and repairing your social life– the one that you had been criminally neglecting over the past few years. All was looking good, you were rather optimistic despite having to share a house with two of the most insufferable people on the planet.
There was also this other problem you had to take care of. See, because you had spent your entire high school career being a massive nerd, you didn’t really get any. And sure, you’d made out with half a dozen jock types since the summer began, but none of them seemed to know what they were doing. You didn’t want to go to college a virgin. You were hot, single and horny, and you were not going to waste the rest of the summer on another good for nothing Zach or Cody. You needed to get laid. And it was time you started exploring other avenues.
And then, as usual, the universe threw a wrench in your plans. Or rather, your lovely stepmother did.
“My Javi’s gonna come spend the summer with us! Oh, it’ll be wonderful, you two could get to know each other! He’s got so many of his old friends from here he can introduce you to! Get you out of the house for once!!” you nodded your head as you poured your morning coffee, but on the inside you were losing your shit. First thing in the morning, she really had her ways, didn't she?
“And he's got so much insight on university, I'm sure you’d really like speaking with him about that. You know, after finishing top of his class the third year in a row, you could catch some good pointers!” You bet Javi knew all about “university”. Whatever that meant.
Life was bad enough being bothered by these two, but now you had to endure playing second fiddle to some ivy league hot shot? Yeah, sounded like a splendid time.
And you knew that’s exactly what he was. Sure, you’d only seen him in one picture, with his american sweetheart, blonde, beautiful, perfect girlfriend. Because of course he had a perfect, blonde, girlfriend.
You were surprised your stepmother didn’t shove pictures of him down your throat all day every day, but she only seemed to make reference to her son when she was bragging about him. Your mother was quite like her, so you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn't receive many pictures of him to begin with.
And of course, he was criminally good looking. Sure, you only caught his face in three quarters profile, but that's all you needed to know he was hot.
What you weren’t expecting was for him to be as hot as he was, at least. You were not prepared to see him walk through your front door– duffle bag slung over his shoulder– his broad, muscular shoulders. It was only seven in the morning and you were glad you were ready for tennis because you would have hated to receive him– in his messy, tousled hair, tight jeans and post travel glory in your pyjamas.
“Well hello.” He ran a hand through said hair as he spoke, and set his laptop on the kitchen counter where you were sipping on a morning shake. You were 99% sure you caught him sneaking a peak at your pink lacey bra where it poked out of your top.
He had this air about him– the confident jock vibe that would usually annoy you. But no no no, Javi was no cocky, overconfident high school boy. He was in university after all. If this was a sample of what college boys were like you were more than excited for the next few years ahead.
His hand laid respectfully on your back as he leaned for a hug and introduced himself. The press of his firm, warm chest against your scantily clad top had your breath hitching. Especially when he shot you that smile as he pulled away.
It definitely felt a little sacrilege to be thinking such thoughts about your stepbrother. But he was hardly that. As much as his mother liked to pretend that yours never existed, that your father and her were the perfect little couple. That you were the perfect little family– with your prestigious university placements, and picket fence house, with the high paying jobs and respect of the neighbourhood.
You never really cared about what she had to say anyway. She was irrelevant, and in more ways than one. But her son. You had decided he was the most relevant thing on the planet. In those pool shorts, those tight, thin, t-shirts that were snug in all the right places. With those arms of his. He was a piece of art– like some guy you’d have on a poster in your bedroom, who you’d dream about and wake up with a mess between your legs.
And he had to know how hot he was. How charming he was when he opened doors for women or complimented the ladies at your neighbourhood barbeque. He had to know how all the school girls in your area dropped dead like flies when he stopped by the after school fundraiser in his leather jacket and those tight, dark wash jeans.
He had to know what he was doing when he put his hand on your waist to get past you at the kitchen counter, had to know you noticed him raking his eyes over your body when the both of you lounged by the pool.
Because you sure knew what you were doing when you walked past his room, soaking wet from the rain, your transparent clothes leaving little to the imagination. You knew what you were doing when you batted your lashes at him– asked him to get your mug off the top shelf even though you could manage doing it yourself. You could barely contain your giggles when you sauntered up to him, a can of cola in your hand, politely requesting him to open it because you didn’t want to chip your freshly painted nails.
If the talk of the town was going to take over your summer, you might as well have some fun.
—
“And how is Loraine? Why didn’t you bring her along?” you knew the question would crop up eventually. Yet another reason to feel guilty about thirsting for your stepbrother. His American sweetheart girlfriend. God, how you loathed her. You were glad she didn’t tag along. Sure, Maria’s desire to show her future daughter in law off had been trampled upon, but you think you would have drowned yourself in your pool if you had to stomach seeing Javier getting cosy with another woman.
“We’re um” Javier put his fork down and reached for his glass of water. “We’re not together anymore, mom.”
That was not the answer you were expecting. By the looks of it, neither was Maria. With an exasperated sigh she set down her cutlery to gesture with her hands, in that annoying, exaggerated manner that she always did when she didn’t get her way.
“Oh my god, Javi! Why the hell didn’t you tell me!!” Javier raised his brows and took a drink of his water in a way that really called to attention the “this is why” sentiment that was plastered all over his face. You should’ve been ashamed that your first instinct was to smile out of sheer giddiness. But regardless of whether you stood a chance or not- the fact that he was no longer tied up made you unreasonably happy.
Sure, you’d heard a lifetime's worth of advice about “not dating college boys” and staying away from the charming, playboy variety at that. But in a few month’s time you were going to be a college girl, and you ought to familiarise yourself with the items offered on the menu.
Either way it was Javier’s life that was on the table that day, up for dissection, and as bad as you felt for him, you were glad it wasn’t yours.
“Javier, why would you do that?....”
The conversation around you slowly drowned out into senseless chatter, as it always did, and you took the time to enjoy Javi’s face under the veil of witnessing the nasty argument that his revelation broke out.
—
It had been a few days since that riveting discussion at the dining table, and things had gone pretty much as usual. You saw and indulged in conversation with Javi once in a while, but for the most part you kept to yourself. As much as you wanted to make a move you didn’t want to come off too desperate to take up your step-mother’s instructions to “bond” as it were.
What went down at dinner had surprised you, you had to admit. From the way Maria boasted about her son, you really expected the two to get along swimmingly. So to say you were surprised to see Javi’s disregard for his mother, and the general lack of bother he showed at her antics, would be an understatement.
Then again Maria didn’t seem to bring up Javi outside of her boasting, and if that argument was any indication, you knew their relationship was a lot more complicated than your stepmother had ever let on. You took solace in the fact that the summer wouldn’t be the three against one misery fest you were initially expecting.
It didn’t help that Maria was trying to get Javi and Lorraine back together. She was so desperate to mediate their premarital conflict. Just a taster for how any marriage of Javi’s would go. But Javi himself didn't seem so enthusiastic about the whole thing. Sure, he’d agreed to try to mend things for his mother’s sake, but just saying Lorraine’s name around him got him ticked off at this point.
But that solace motivated you to new heights, inspired you to take up a stride in the Javi department of your life. Maybe he would be receptive to your company? Who knew. After spending a sleepover’s sleepless night gushing about him to your best friend Connie, the two of you hedged a plan.
Everything seemed meant to be– Connie was throwing a house party with her brother Steve in their house the following night. As it happened, Javi Peña had been far closer to your inner circle than you could have ever anticipated. In fact, you were surprised you hadn’t crossed paths before, considering he and Steve played soccer together in high school. The same high school you began to attend the year they graduated.
“Javier?!” Steve grabbed a slice of pizza from the box on the kitchen counter and leaned against the marble, looking over at you and Connie sitting at the island. “You didn’t tell me the Maria you’ve been bitching to Connie about is Maria Peña.” You rolled your eyes and wiped your face with a napkin. “Were you in the same class or something too?” Steve nodded his head and reached for his beer.
“Fuck yeah we were! We’re pals! Did sociology together and all.” he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle back on the counter. “Ms. Peña was really sweet– she’d bring us snacks to practise and stuff.” you and Connie shared a look. Of course she did– she loved being the perfect mom, didn’t she?!
“Get Peña over tomorrow, would ya? Bastard didn’t even tell me he was back in town.” you try your best to conceal your smirk, you’ll bring him around, Steve didn't need to worry. “Don’t get too upset at him, he only got back like a week ago– and if I can’t convince him to tag along, you’ve gotta promise to give him a call, okay?” Steve snickered, then nodded his head.
“Bet your ass I will.”
—
Morning came quicker than you expected, and before you knew it your father was backing out of the lunch date he had promised you to celebrate the beginning of summer. On top of that, he took a whole hour to respond to your “will you at least pick me up?” text. Now you had no lunch plans and no ride home from Connie’s.
“Sending Javier to pick u up. sorry, maybe tmr? <3” his text had read. Expected. You should have been surprised he’d stuck to the plans as long as he did.
But there was always a silver lining– at least that's what you’d told yourself your whole life. This time it actually felt a bit more meaningful than the pathetic mantra it had become over the years. It was commendable how Javi managed to be more involved in and committed to your well being than your own father.
Either way, this might have been a good opportunity for you to ask Javier to come to the party later, maybe use your persuasive skills and finally make some progress on getting to know him better. You psyched yourself up as you waited on Connie’s porch, watching intently but trying to remain cool and calm as you watched Javi’s red vintage mustang near.
Even his car was sexy and cool. Ugh.
You hopped in and chucked your bag in the backseat.
“Had fun?” you continued to try and be nonchalant when he tipped his sunglasses down to address you. “Yeah, was fun.” you shifted to get comfortable, one leg up on the leather of the seat, your skirt riding up. Javi sure noticed. Even if it was just for a second.
His hair blew in the wind as he got going. Christ he was so sexy when he was driving. Good god. Should've been illegal.
“Not staying another night? No party?” He seemed genuinely interested. It was the bare minimum but he sure had a way of making the bare minimum charming. With those expressive eyes, upturned lips and teasing tone. He was not much older than you but boy did he feel like he came from a different planet. So relaxed, so confident, at ease. It put you at ease too. “Yeah, but only at 10.” you paused and looked over at him, the sun was in his eyes so he reached atop his head to drag down his sunglasses. “Connie’s brother Steve asked me to ask you to come.”
“Steve?” he paused to look at you for a brief second.“Murphy?!” “He laughed, then turned the corner. “Steve Murphy is Connie’s brother? Him and I went to high school together!”
“Yeah, I know! Crazy right?!” you were quick to continue before he could interject. “Anyway, he wants you to come too, and he’s extra upset cuz you haven’t told him you’re back in town yet.” Javier snorted, turned to you again and playfully and gently shoved your shoulder. “Yeah, I've been a little preoccupied, haven't I?l.” he asked rhetorically, shooting you a teasing look. Poor guy, Maria had been on his ass from the moment he had gotten back, playing show and tell with him at her various parties.
The warm summer air hit you square in the face, smelling like fresh flowers, grass and the sea. You closed your eyes momentarily and tried not to get too distracted by the ideal weather. “Well, then you’re gonna come tonight, aren’t you? Make it up to him?”
He paused at a traffic light, and shook his head just enough for you to notice.“I don’t know, doll… I’ll have to see how I'm feeling..”. Oh no, you couldn’t let him get out of this one. You turned in your seat and pushed yourself closer, placing a gentle hand on his knee.
“Why? Do you have plans or something?” It didn't last long, you were startled off him when the light went green and he started back on the road.
The wind hit you in the face yet again as you picked up speed, swaying Javi’s soft waves in a way that was far too entertaining. He shrugged and checked the rearview mirror. “Not tonight I don't.” Oh well, that was perfect news, was it not? “Oh well that's perfect then. We can finally get on that “bonding” thing, your mom’s been on about.”
He laughed and eyed you as if to tease. “Looks like you were paying more attention to all that crap than I was.” There it was, more reassurance of Maria’s tendency to be a pain in the ass. You laughed– great you were bonding already. “Been running around town with mom all day– can’t lie that I'm a bit tired..”
“Oh please, come on, it’ll be fun!!” You leaned over yet again, this time placing both hands on his knee and scooting closer. You knew he would see your tits push up in your skimpy top. “Please, Javi?”
And you were right to think he was simple enough of a man for that to work, “Okay, okay” he conceded and put his right hand over yours. You gave his knee a squeeze and turned towards the front again. “Yay! See!! Two birds with one stone– Maria will be happy too– bonding and all!!”
He pulled up in front of your home, and you were already leaping out of the seat to grab your bag. You caught his eyes raking up your legs once again. “She might be onto something there though, I must admit.” he had got to know what he was doing– the way he was looking, the way those words left his mouth. He was one of those naturally flirty types, despite not needing to be.
“Mother knows best!” Your voice travelled across your front lawn, and Javi shut the car door, watching as you skipped inside. He wasn’t much far behind you.
“See you tonight then.” You dropped your bag on the couch and watched him click the door shut behind him. He leaned against it and observed you strut about the kitchen. “Don’t ditch me when we get there, doll.” If you were a better person the nickname would have appalled you, but you were not strong enough to resist whatever it was that was going on.
You sauntered over to him, letting him get one last look at your perfect summer outfit before heading for the stairs. You got close enough to where you were standing between his legs. He was even broader and taller up close, if that was even possible. And it wasn't helping your horniness that you could smell the herb and bergamot of his perfume. You looked up at him through your lashes.
“Pinky promise.”
—
You ended up leaving for the party before Javi did, mostly to solicit Connie’s help with your look, but also to help set up the lights with Steve. You wished you could have left together, especially when you walked past his room and smelt the fresh scent of his shampoo as he showered. You weren’t even ready to see what he’d show up in. You were hoping for the leather jacket.
And boy did he not disappoint. Javier showed up alright. Looking better than ever. The full package, tight dark wash jeans, his short sleeve button up, and of course, the leather jacket. You were at the bar counter on the far end of the room when he entered the Murphy residence. You had the perfect view of all the girls who immediately migrated to his side. Your insides turned with jealousy.
All night you watched him, kept an eye on him whilst you danced in the middle of the dance floor. You watched him out of the corner of your eye sipping his beer and smoking a cigarette. He was chatting with Steve. The both of them kept to themselves the entire evening. You’d heard from Connie they didn’t really like the people they went to school with too much, anyway.
You were pleased with that however, since apart from Steve, there was no one at the party who was getting in the way of him giving you attention. It was the perfect set up for your ulterior motives. Anytime he wasn’t chatting with the tall blonde, his eyes were on you as yours were on his. He tried to be nonchalant about it. You had the feeling he had gotten quite expert at this type of stuff over the years. He was all calm and collected, taking in your borderline sinful dancing with his cigarette dangling between his lips.
The fact that he smoked in the first place was enough to get your panties soaking. With all the no smoking PSAs you’d been subjected to over the years you never really had a chance to get within fifty miles of one yourself. The forbidden allure of it all made your brain buzz around in your head. Now that was a man who could take your virginity.
It was definitely hindering your odds of getting into heaven, the way you yanked your skirt up just that little bit when you danced, swayed your hips a little too suggestively the moment you took notice of Javier’s looking. But hey, wherever you were putting down, the man was picking up, so at the very least the both of you shared the blame.
Intermittently through the night you stumbled to the bar, leaning your body onto his as you asked for another drink. At some point, Steve had moved elsewhere so you had Javi all to yourself. He wrapped an arm around you as you waited for your sixth cocktail of the night, already struggling to see straight. He chatted with you and indulged your little flirtatious advances without going too far. The fact that he didn’t push it only made him more sexy.
You felt lucky that besides the Murphy siblings, no one at the party was privy to your real relationship, and those who might have been had either already taken their leave, or were too busy getting it on with others. Not unlike the Murphy siblings themselves.
So when you leaned it a little further than you usually do, when the bar was empty, and everyone else in the house was rather preoccupied, Javier finally pulled you all the way in. You stood fully between his legs as he sat on the barstool, cigarette still in hand. You looked up at him, finally close enough to catch the scent of his perfume again.
In your drunken courage, you slung your arms around his neck, playing gently with the tips of his hair as you spoke. About what you barely remember. Just a whole lot of senseless flirting. He called you “doll” at some point. It made you shiver and you pushed yourself even closer to his chest.
“You've been havin fun?” he removed one hand from your waist to take a sip of his beer. Your hands moved to play with the collar of his jacket.
“Hmhm. I am now”. It was hard to squeeze out all these cheeky responses when he was drawing those circles on your waist with his thumbs. God he was so big and imposing. And he moved around and with your body like he had known it for years. When he wasn't drawing circles he was smoothing his hand down your back, grazing your lower hips just enough to leave you wanting more. This was so obviously not his first rodeo.
The boys you knew only bragged about their many escapades. So much so they were hard to believe. Javi clearly didn’t have to. You didn’t even want to know how many girls he’d taken to bed. You wondered what his hands could do to you. He was probably so experienced, so attuned to the whims of the body.
Another thing he was good at doing was laughing at your rather provocative one liners. His chuckle reverberated across his entire chest. It was so deep and low and perfect. God, it was so difficult to have any amount of sense around this man.
You spent another good ten minutes rocking side to side to the music in Javi’s arms. Getting a little too close for supposed “siblings”, letting your hands wander a little too far, your lips get a little too close. To say you were enjoying yourself would have been a severe understatement. With every second he looked at you, stroked your skin or man handled you ever so slightly, you were one step closer to jumping his bones. He had quite literally smooth talked his way into getting your panties wet.
You would have stayed there forever too, getting progressively more drunk and unhinged. Well bold, you got bolder with what you said, where you teased, and the way you looked at him from under your lashes.
By the time Steve Murphy had snuck up behind you, you were far too drunk to be anywhere but your bed. So much so that you almost cussed Javi out for unceremoniously making distance between you two because you didn't realise.
Safe to say you huffed and puffed whilst the two had their conversation. Well, for a little bit, until you really needed to go home.
You stumbled into Javi’s arms, wrapping your own around his neck and pressing your body against his again. His warmth enveloped you, his embrace was firm around your waist and there was nothing you wanted more than to climb right onto him right then and there. But you were too dizzy to hold yourself up on two feet, and he was way too well adjusted and respectful to take advantage of you so you buried your face in his chest and groaned.
“C’mon, silly, let's get you home.” You heard Steve laugh, but you were not 100 percent sure it really was him. Javi’s arm got a steady hold around your waist and he manoeuvred you towards the door.
Javier had only had one beer, ever mindful that he needed to drive you home. And you were glad for it. You put your entire body weight on him as he led you to the car out front, opening the door and sliding you into the passenger seat with caution. He sure had a fine temperament, putting up with your senseless chatter and mindless yappery the whole drive home. At one point, exhausted by your own talkativeness, you collapsed beside him, head in his lap and everything. This was probably the better of the two options, the second one being getting sick all over his car.
As you drifted in and out of sleep-land you felt his hand gently smooth over your head, then rest on the curve of your waist. The rough of his jeans brushed your cheek as The Rolling Stones played on the stereo.
—
“Shhh, baby.” his thumb pressed against your swollen lips, so soft. “You gotta be quiet, yeah?” he craned his neck to look up and towards your parent’s bedroom. “Gonna wake up the wicked witch of the west” he laughed out the last part of his sentence, thumb swiping your bottom lip when you joined him. “But Javi…” His hand moved to cup your cheek, and he grimaced at your loud voice.
“Dolly ” mocking your whining he brushed his thumb against your skin. He was so perfect. your skin tingled with how close he was, his breath fanning your lips every time he whispered, his deep brown eyes so difficult not to get lost in. Maybe if he kissed you he could’ve gotten you to keep quiet.
“That’s what’ll get ya to keep that mouth shut?”
You could have sworn you didn’t say that out loud, your eyes widened in realisation and you burst into a fit of giggles. The deep brown eyes you had been losing yourself in turned affectionate, and crinkled at the corners.
“‘Fraid you did, kiddo.” And there you’d done it again. He didn't let go of your cheek, still stroking it with his thumbs, only whispering a bit more desperately in the hopes your parents wouldn't wake up thanks to the commotion. “Well then, I promise I will, but first we got to get past the grouches, remember?”
Your eyes lit up and you placed your hands on his chest to get a better look up at him. The pout on your lips deepened and you curled your fingers around the collar of his jacket to shake him lightly. “Such a party pooper. Javi! You're a party pooper.” At least you tried to feebly jostle him around. It only made him snicker.
It made him grab your hands in his and bring them to his lips. “I know doll, I know” he laughed and placed a kiss on your knuckles then leaned his forehead against yours. “But will you listen to me? Will you keep quiet for me?”
His voice was so soft it made your stomach flip flop, put you in a daze and feel all floaty in his arms. “For you, Javi?” You tried your best not to slur your speech but boy was it difficult. His eyes softened and he brushed his knuckles across the apple of your cheek. “Yes baby, can you keep it quiet for your Javi?”
Now that made you hush. You reached your hand to your mouth and made a zipping motion to shut yourself up indefinitely, then locked your lips around the corner for good measure. Grabbing Javi’s hand you handed him the “key” with that face of determination, and he chuckled at your newfound commitment to keeping quiet.
“Thanks baby.” he put the “key” in the pocket, then twisted his arms back around your waist and guided you up the flight of stairs. “Come on now.” stumbling and stumbling your way through your house, up the stairs and down the corridors you revelled in every second you leaned on Javi and let him support your weight, hold you in his arms and guide you as you tripped over yourself. If getting drunk meant having him practically carry you everywhere you sure enjoyed it– no matter how gross you felt.
Eventually, you remember feeling the plush of your covers tickle the side of your face as you collapsed on your bed. You heard Javi break into a laugh behind you but you found it hard to respond with how dizzy and uncomfortable you had become. You groaned and kicked your shoes off– at least you tried until Javier bent down and did it for you.
You couldn't stifle your giggle when he pressed a kiss below your ankle where your shoe had scuffed at your skin and left a tiny mark. With much fuss, some encouragement and a lot of struggle, Javier did manage to get you to sit upright and eventually got you into the bathroom to change into some pyjamas.
Safe to say you did little work– it was him that fetched your nightwear from your dresser, helped you hobble into the bathroom and stood outside the door to make sure you didn't fall and crack your head open. When you did emerge from the bathroom, it was he that threw your alcohol laced clothes in the hamper, and handed you a wipe to swipe along your face.
“I feel sick..” you leaned your head against his shoulder– perched on the bed and barely able to hold up your own weight. That was not a problem since Javier had no qualms supporting said weight in his big, strong arms. So much so you were ready to fall asleep sitting up right there.
“I know doll, that’s why we’ve gotta get you some rest…” He caught your legs in his grasp and helped you lay back against the mattress. The whole room spun and you reached for him in frantic desperation– afraid you would fall right through your bed and to your inevitable demise.
Javi was quick to hush you, gently shifting the duvet from under your restless form and tucking you in. Sure, to say you were feeling great would be a little bit misleading– but boy your bed had never felt as comfortable as it did in that moment. The covers swallowed you like a giant, marshmallow like cloud, and you felt your muscles relax and give in to the exhaustion. You felt the tickle of the covers– completely and cosily tucked in. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you were prepared to drift to dreamland. But how could you forget….
“Where's my kiss?” you rolled over under the duvet, twisted in a position between your side and on your back– too dizzy to align yourself correctly with the mattress. Even you found it difficult to recognise your own voice, far more slurred and sleepy and small than it usually was. Your eyes struggled to remain open.
Javi laughed, and helped you turn around to face him in a way that wouldn’t compromise your back. He shifted the covers around you to tuck you back in again, and you couldn’t help but snuggle into the plush of your bedding. You watched with hooded eyes as he reached forward and ran his knuckles across your cheekbones.
Javier leaned in to press his lips to your forehead, letting them flutter against your skin ever so gently, and smoothed his palm over your head. You were asleep before he pulled away.
“Goodnight, doll.”
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You woke up with perhaps the worst hangover to have ever existed. Turns out endless sugar and alcohol really didn’t sit well in your system. The sun peaking in through the blinds made you groan and toss the sheets off your body. It was hot and mucky in your room. Too hot and mucky for the morning.
But it wasn’t the morning.
When you rolled over and checked your phone it was well into the evening. 18:00hrs to be exact. You didn't know it was possible to sleep in that late and still feel like shit. The previous night must have really been something.
You couldn’t remember much from the previous night if you were being honest, well, besides the fact that you spent quite a significant part of it cozying up to Javier. You still smelt him on your skin, and felt what his mere presence did to you between your legs. Your panties clung to your cunt as you stepped out of bed.
Your own reflection in the bathroom mirror frightened you, but you brushed your teeth and hopped in the shower despite your overall ickiness and lethargy. You knew Javier would be downstairs looking handsome as ever, and after probably looking a little ridiculous the night before, you couldn’t really risk walking out there looking like a clown.
Besides, it was late already, and there was nothing more you could use at the moment than a cold fruit juice and a soak in the pool.
When you sauntered down the staircase and made your way towards the kitchen, you were surprised to find your house rather empty. The sun was setting and both Maria and your dad should have been home for dinner by this time. You called a few names but to no avail.
Deciding that you couldn’t be bothered you fixed yourself an ice cold lemonade and moseyed on over to the pool, only then to be jumpscared by a rather unexpected shirtless figure laying in the shallow end, relaxing with his eyes closed.
Before you could speak, he did. “Sleep well I reckon?” his head was still tilted towards the sky, his torso stretched out as he laid his head on the edge of the pool deck. The water gently crashed against his navel.
“Probably not as well as you were a second ago” you approached him, his eyes were still closed but he outstretched an arm, making space for you beside him. “Well, I didn't sleep in till six now, did I? I was just taking a little nap, doll”
You rolled your eyes and climbed into the water, but instead of cozying up to him you swam in front and gently parted his knees to kneel on the pool step. “Where are the oldies?” By this time, Javier had actually opened his eyes and he watched with a smirk as you ran your hand over his leg.
“They’re out, baby- gonna be out till breakfast tomorrow.” He reached forward and pulled you fully towards him. “Well that's fortunate isn't it”. Surely he could tell you were pushing your tits in his face. He clearly didn't mind either way. You slung your arms over his shoulders again as he spoke.
“Oh yeah? What for” he moved his face towards yours and his hands moved dangerously to the cut of your breasts. “Gives us time to swim, you know, relax in the pool.” You couldn’t even keep a straight face as the words left your mouth. You pushed yourself off his knees and swam towards the deeper end. Javier chuckled and followed behind you slowly, playfully threatening to grab your leg as you squealed away from him.
“That’s all you out here to do?” He caught up to you and gently cornered you against the edge of the pool. “I don’t know why you’d think otherwise..” You were in shallow enough waters that you could stand on your tip toes. You grabbed him by the sides and pulled him closer. His own hand snuck under the water and brushed against the cut of your bikini bottoms. “Just the way you’ve been squeezing your thighs since last night.”
Your breath hitched, “Didn’t Maria say she wanted you to mend things with Lorraine again?” His hand was still dangerously close to your already dripping pussy. This was definitely better than any wet dream you’d had over the past week Javi had been visiting. The feeling of his skin against yours, the rough waistband of his pool shorts brushing against your waist, his unbelievably huge arms caging you against the warm stone of the pool deck- it made you melt more than the evening heat ever could .
Speaking of the heat, the sun had almost fully set. The lights in the pool had turned on automatically and the way they shimmered lit up Javi’s face in the most spectacular fashion. You noticed the gleam of the water against his warm, tanned skin as he spoke. “Since when do you want her to have her way, doll?”
He was so close you felt his entire chest vibrate with his chuckle. His hand gripped your waist and forced you up until your legs had no choice but to wrap around him. It was then you felt his hard, thick, length pressing up against the inside of your thigh. You squealed and tried to get your words out straight. “I don't know… feels a bit unholy whatever's going on here.”
“It does feels sacrilege" his hands toyed with the straps of your swim top, he continued speaking, voice getting lower by the second. “Wonder what our parents would say if they found out”
Javi’s hips pushed further into yours and you gasped, your pussy aching at the feel of his cock rubbing against you. It was a struggle to choke your words out, but nevertheless you managed. “They’d be furious.” He could definitely tell you were struggling. In fact he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. He leaned down and ran the tip of his nose against your collarbone, his hips continued to rock against yours and you felt your swimsuit cling to your wet, messy, cunt. “Mom would lose her mind.”
In your delirious state you struggled to keep up with what he was saying. Sure, you’d had sloppy makeouts with boys before. But all those boys were losers, obsessed with getting off and too stupid to know what they were doing in the first place. None of them were competent enough to speak to you this way, get you all worked up and caught up in their words. The thought of Maria finding out what was happening under her nose made you giggle a little giggle of revenge. “She’d lose her mind at what's going on here.” you sighed as you spoke, revelling in the feeling of Javi’s lips on your neck. But just as those words left your mouth, he pulled back playfully.
“What is going on here?” You felt his cock swell and rut against you and you gasped. Your hands grasped his shoulders for some stability. “What is it you want from me, baby?” You were so wet you bared down on him and you heard him groan. His hand moved to your breast and stayed there tauntingly.
“See that's the thing….” you took in a breath, then ran your hands over his chest before slinging your arms over his shoulders and pulling him closer. “What's the thing..” Javier squeezed your breast in his hand and you moaned. He leant back into your neck and sucked the skin, rocking you once again gently into the wall of the pool. You felt your pussy clench around nothing.
“How much do you think it would piss the oldies off if you say..” you tangled your fingers in his hair and whispered gently in his ear. “I don't know, took my virginity?”
Javi rocked his hips into yours so hard he slammed you against the wall. You shivered as you heard him groan beside your ear. His cock strained against his swim trunks and sat nuzzled against your wet, hot pussy. “Quite a lot I think..”
“Call it a favour.” His hand made its way between your bodies as he spoke and he ran his thumb over your clothed clit. He pulled back and looked at your face as if to say he was rather unsurprised by the fact you were a virgin. For a split second you wondered how he would know but were quickly distracted by his hips thrusting into yours. There was a glint in his eyes. He looked excited, almost like he could eat you alive right then and there. “Is this why you’ve been such a tease the past week?”
Elated, and basking in all the new sensations, the movement of his expert fingers over your sweet spot you smiled and let out a rather enthusiastic “Maybeee.”
His fingers continued to rub your clit as he spoke and you bucked your hips into his hand. “Want me to stretch you out so you can have some fun once you get to college?” Those words sent your eyes rolling back into your head. You tightened your hold around his waist with your legs and tugged at his hair. Unable to speak.
“Someone’s quiet..” with your lips inches from his all you could manage were quiet, strained pants “Just trying to make your whole break-up easier.”
Javier chucked and slipped his fingers under your bikini bottoms, he groaned at your wetness and you gasped at the feel of his rough fingertips against your most sensitive spot. “You’re doing good, baby, haven’t thought about that cheater for a week.”
Oh, what a revelation that was
“See, it's a win-win” his lips finally came crashing down on yours after those words. They were soft and he tasted like cigarettes and vodka. He moved his mouth expertly against yours just as he moved his fingers against your pussy. The feelings rose in your chest and you moaned into his lips. You took a chance and nipped at them while you were there.
“Naughty little thing you are.” By this time you were so needy and desperate, the grinding wasn’t cutting it. Every other time you had a guy between your legs he'd already finished, and in the rare case he didn’t he was still rutting against your leg like a rabid dog. Not Javi though, Javi had got the stiff peak of your nipple between his fingers, he pinched gently and then reached behind you to untie your swim top. You took the time to reach down and feel him through his swim trunks. You didn’t know where you got the courage from, but when you saw his eyes flutter close and his lips part, you knew it was worth it. He grabbed your hand and brought it back up over the water. When you looked between you, you saw your swim top and your bottoms floating away from you. Before you knew it, he was slamming you back against the wall, his thick fingers teasing at your opening. He nudged your nose with his “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop okay?”
You nodded, and felt yourself melt into his arms when he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. God, this was just second nature to him, wasn’t it?! “Well then baby, how do you want it?”
Gasping, you clutched at his soldiers when you felt him push his finger into your weeping entrance. The water crashed against your body and you seized as he placed his thumb on your clit and rubbed.
“Want it slow and romantic?” His fingers moved in languid strokes, drawing out your moans from deep within your chest, his lips locked to the skin of your chest, kissing and nipping. You arched your back with every move.
“Gentle and sweet?” Whatever he was doing, it was working. You don’t remember the last time even you managed to get yourself that worked up.
“You know what I think?” He slipped another of his tick fingers in and you winced at the stretch. He pumped his digits in the perfect rhythm and you twitched in his hold.
“I think you’ll take it the way I give it to you..” his pace picked up and you felt him rubbing his hard cock against your thigh. “Think you know that I know what you want.”
“Know what you want before you do, baby.” The thought made you squeak, and he laughed at your enthusiasm. “You like that doll?” his rutting got faster, and you took the cue to nip at his neck, suck little kisses on his salty, summer kissed skin. “Fuck, you sure you haven’t done this before?” Your hands roamed his body as your hips bucked into his hand. He groaned when you tugged at his hair again.
“So fucking pretty..And so fucking tight….” His eyes raked over your form as you squirmed and turned in his hold. His fingers scissored you open.
“Look at you, so wet for my cock.” Much to your dismay he pulled his hand away from your spasming cunt just as you neared your release, instead reaching into his swim trunks and sliding his cock between your swollen folds.
“Ready for me baby?” You bit your lip at the feel of his head pressing against your entrance. “You sure feel ready”. The comment made your cheeks heat but your nods couldn’t be more emphatic. At that point you were shivering and quivering with need. The image of Javi towering over you, his big hands grabbing at your flesh, it was too much.
“That's my girl..” with a single, deep stroke, he pushed in. Dear god was he big. So big in fact that had you been any less wet he would have split you in half. Even with how wet you were you flinched at the sting. Every vein, every contour of him you could feel inside you. Your walls pulsed when you heard him groan.
Javi shushed you and cupped your cheek in his hand, he let you adjust to his size with slow movements of his hips. You struggled to take his huge cock but the pleasure was too strong to stop. The stretch was so delicious.
“Doing such a good job baby, such a good job taking my cock..” you clenched your eyes shut at the pleasure, the pain almost completely dissipating each passing second.
“Dont worry, the other boys won’t be this big.” he chuckled and forced your eyes to meet his. “Won’t have any trouble after I’m done with you.” His lips crashed into yours. “They’ll slide right in, doll.”
You heard the water crash against the walls of the pool, spilling over the edge and onto the deck. Your pussy fluttered at Javi’s dirty words and you moaned his name in an expectedly desperate plea. As if he knew what you were asking he picked up his speed just a little, the hand that was grabbing your waist moved up to toy with your nipple.
“Bratty little thing teasing me since the day I got here, just begging me to fuck your brains out the moment your daddy looked away.” He gained his rhythm, your thighs slapping against his under the water. “Dancing for my attention, falling all over me.” He leaned down to swirl his tongue against your nipple as it rested above the water. “Just needed some cock in your pure little pussy didn’t you”. You felt the cool evening air hit your chest but your skin still felt like it was on fire. “Fucking tease.”
Like a prayer yet again his name fell from your lips. Your body struggled to make any other sounds beside that anyway. He seemed to like it, his cock pulsing inside you as he fucked you hard and fast.
“Say it again baby.” You did. It was hard not to listen to his every word when he was inside you, hitting all those spots you could never reach with your fingers. Ones you barely knew existed.
“Whose fucking you so good?” He growled in your ear.
“Javi”
“Whose poppin’ your sweet cherry?” At this point you were screaming and moaning so loud the neighbours probably thought someone was being murdered in your backyard. But you couldn’t care less. You had no idea sex could even feel this good. God knows your ability to get yourself off was mediocre at best, and you didn’t have many good things to say about any boy that tried to put his hand up your skirt before Javi.
He just had the amazing ability to make you feel like your body was the centre of the universe. And that filthy mouth of his was enough to have you teetering on the edge.
“Gotta be prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked” you opened your eyes to find him staring down at you. His eyes scanned every inch of your body and took every curve in. “Oh baby, it's not even a competition.” His thrusts only got faster and you yelped as he hit that sweet spot inside you over and over and over again. “All those girls all over me last night, just couldn’t stop thinking of you.”
You were so close, you tightened your legs around him and arched your back. Before you could even warn him that you were cumming you felt yourself tumble off the edge. Your pussy quivered and gushed around his swollen cock, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could barely register where you were, and you made out the sound of him cussing from the ringing in your ears.
When you finally came to you found his thrusts getting sloppy. Javi’s eyes clamped shut and before you knew it you felt his hot spend coating the inside of your walls. Your pussy clenched around him once again and you wrapped your arms over his shoulders as he collapsed on top of you. You pressed your naked chest against his as the both of you caught your breath.
“That was the best thing ever” you were almost starstruck. Javi snorted and kissed your neck. “Was it now?” He placed a kiss on your jaw and mumbled into your skin.
“We should do that again.” you turned to him as you spoke, biting your bottom lip. Javi grabbed your cheeks between his fingers and ran his thumb over said lip.
“Well, baby, now you’re the one that owes me a favour.”
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Evil, we've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely
Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely
The tension, it's getting hotter
I'd like to hold her head underwater
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