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acatnamedpusheen · 3 months ago

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Awwwee thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it! 🥹💗 And well, I need this guy in ways that are concerning to feminism :")

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(Javier Peña x fem!reader)

Smut with barely any plot

Word count: ~1.8K

Summary: You meet Javier at a bar after a breakup and you agree you're in need of a quick fuck as much as he is

Warnings: Smut 18+, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v (as if I'll ever write anything different), mentions of alcohol and smoking, English not being my first language, no mentions of y/n

A/N: So umm as you might be guessing, I started watching Narcos and let me tell you I came purely for Pedro but stayed for literally everything else! I thought I'd never enjoy it but omg I'm obsessed I'm almost done with S1! And yes I know I'm 10 years late to this... Anyways, Peña can have me any way he wants as many times as he wants and wherever he wants. I haven't written a fic so effortlessly since the days I was simping over my fave kpop boys, hope you like it, it was purely self indulgent btw. Also heyyy this is my first Pedro fanfic and I somehow wrote it just in time for his birthday? If that's not destiny... (jk I need to be locked away)

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His hands were big and rough on your body. Your skin smooth and soft against his touch as he undressed you.

Hurriedly, desperately.

Your own hands mirroring his, trying to open the buttons of his tight shirt, as his lips were attacking your neck.

You only met him an hour ago at the bar you'd picked to get wasted after another breakup. This one hurt a lot you had to admit. You thought you'd finally found the one but you had been quick to judge within the span of half a year.

Turns out you'd only found yourself nothing but a liar and a cheater who had been hooking up with his ex all while acting like a good boyfriend to you.

You shot a death glare at the rather handsome man that approached you with a drink on the counter.

"Not interested." your voice was stern and you didn't even care to take a better glance at him as you downed another shot.

"Cheater?" was it so obvious by the way you were sitting alone hoping to get drunk enough to forget even temporarily what had happened, or was he just really good at reading people?

His simple question caused you to turn your head back to him as you scoffed. And only then did you really notice how good looking he really was under the dim lights of the bar. With his button up shirt that hugged his toned body just right, his slightly tanned skin and that mustache that adorned his handsome face.

"Let me guess, you're just looking for a quick fuck, aren't you?" the look of disgust never leaving your features.

"I'm not gonna pretend or promise you anything else. So if you're up for it, just let me know and I'll get us back to my place in no time." completely unfazed by your state of heartbreak he let you know his intentions as if making a deal of some sort.

His eyes stayed on you through his glass as he took a sip of his own drink waiting for an answer before trying his luck elsewhere.

This would be wrong that was for sure, but maybe due to the alcohol running through your system and how irresistible this man looked, your mind quickly reached the conclusion that it could infact be the best revenge. A way to feel like you were getting back at that shitty person you now called your ex. And since he'd probably never know about this, it all was just leaning towards pure temporary self indulgence.

"Okay." your voice barely contained any emotion as you reached for that man's forearm just when he was ready to turn around and leave, eyes already on his next target. Although surprised, he didn't say another word. With his hand on the small of your back he walked you out of that bar.

"I don't think I caught your name." you pointed out as his mouth left your neck and traveled to your newly exposed breasts, sending a wave of heat down to your core.

"Javier. And you, sweetheart?" you both had been so desperate to just fuck your problems away you didn't even know each other's names.

He hummed against your skin upon hearing your name, your fingers threaded in his hair holding him close, as he walked you backwards until you reached the foot of his bed. Sharing a messy kiss you shuffled further up on the sheets that had the exact same scent as him, sweet with a hint of tobacco.

All your clothes were long gone by that time. Neither of you caring to make the moment you'd see one another naked for the first time, intimate.

This wasn't about intimacy.

It certainly never had been for Javier. All he wanted was to blow some steam off. It would either be some whore he'd pick up from his favorite place, or someone random from the bar, like you.

You, who he was relieved to see weren't seeking any comfort in his arms. Sure, you knew straight away what it was that he wanted, yet your very recent breakup could easily lead you to believe the man whose hungry lips were traveling down your bare torso, would make you feel whole again.

You were expecting him to simply thrust into you, fuck you to oblivion and get it over with. And that's why a loud gasp escaped your lips when his came in contact with your folds.

"Relax sweetheart, gonna have to get you ready for me."

He could have just chosen to slip two fingers in you and pump a few times, to get you ready. Instead he chose to eat you out. Why? Because deep down Javier was highly competitive.

He didn't know who your ex was, hell he didn't even know you, but he was determined to prove that he could make you fall apart better than anyone, first on his tongue, then his dick.

And that's exactly what he did.

His tongue messed with your folds before slowly, carefully, sliding all the way to your clit and exploring the area around it. His hands found their place on your hip bones, just in time to hold you still when he finally came in contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He alternated between sliding across and lightly sucking it, making you see stars, eliciting sounds of pleasure that had him humming in satisfaction against you, which only added to the sensation.

Your hands where firmly gripping his brown hair, as you grinded against his face, back arching with yet another wanton moan.

"Bet that asshole of yours never had you like this." his voice was muffled. Lifting his gaze he made eye contact, his actions never ceasing, while a hand snaked down between your thighs and two of his digits massaged your entrance. Your arousal coated them enough to allow them to slide in with ease as his name fell from your lips in the form of a sigh.

"Javier..."

He was right. As much as you were embarrassed to admit that a random stranger from a bar with whom you casually hooked up, was better at eating you out than your own boyfriend of six months, that was the truth. And if he had you on the edge of heaven just with his tongue, you were more than curious to see his skills with his dick.

It wasn't long before you sensed your orgasm nearing and that's when you lightly pushed Javier, notifying him that you wanted him to stop his ministrations.

Despite being too lost between your folds, fingers still curling in and out of you at a leisurely pace, he was quick to halt his actions and shoot you a worried look.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I just feel like I'm all ready for you now." your gaze was filled with lust, your breath still a bit heavy, as you pushed yourself off the sheets to meet Javier's lips in a hungry kiss. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, you urged him to move until you were straddling his lap.

Without breaking the kiss you moved your hips and let his dick slide in-between your folds, earning a grunt from the man underneath you.

"Don't tease now, honey." he broke the kiss, gripping your hips to hold them still, only to start moving his own and take the upper hand in what you initiated. "I thought we both wanted the same thing."

"A quick fuck?" you tried to gather your thoughts while he kept sliding against you, spreading your arousal and brushing your clit. "Because it did seem like you were taking your time with me."

"I didn't see you complain about it." his voice was stained. He was desperately holding back more sounds, not wanting to make you think that he wasn't the one in control even for a second.

"There was no reason to do that." the subtle praise that left your lips had his dick twitching, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "But I would greatly appreciate if you could just go on and fuck me now, Javier."

And that's all it took for him to lift you up and let you line yourself up with him, before he was forcefully thrusting into you. The stretch forced a guttural moan out of you that mixed with his deep groan.

He wasted no time in setting a quick pace, reminding both of you how desperately you were chasing that high. Hands still digging into the skin of your hips, he was guiding you on and off him, the angle allowing his tip to hit a spot deep inside you.

The sight was animalistic, filthy. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with your lewd noises.

He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls kept fluttering around him. But so was he, his pace was beginning to falter and that's when he moved one hand from your hips to press his thumb on your already worked up clit.

"Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" he was barely holding on, yet still wanted to have the upper hand, to see you being the one to fall apart first.

Javier's words seemed to be the perfect push you needed to reach your climax. Vision going white as his and god's name were the only two things you were capable of saying as he kept fucking you through it until he halted his own movements with a deep groan, savouring his own orgasm.

You were still panting when you rolled off him to lay on your back. Eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reached for a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it up and taking a puff.

"You can stay the night if you want." he broke the silence once he saw you move in search of your scattered clothes.

Eyes instantly on him, surprised by his proposition, you watched as he released a hazy cloud of smoke with a deep exhale. You couldn't exactly deny spending a few more hours with the man who just gave you the best sex you've had in a while.

As if reading your thoughts he continued. "The bathroom's on the first door to your right. Just let me know if you need anything else."

"Some water would be great." you said, panties in hand, to which he simply replied with a wink as he sat up and tapped the cigarette over the ashtray.

"And just so you know" he stopped you midway out the room, a smirk creeping into his features.

"That motherfucker of yours clearly didn't know what he was missing."

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acatnamedpusheen · 3 months ago

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All I Need

(Javier Peña x fem!reader)

Smut smut smuuttt

Words: 3.9K

Summary: Javier is the heartthrob of your year in university but is also a fuckboy that hits on every girl he sees. You say you hate him for that but you're not being 100% honest with yourself, until you're alone and bored at a party and decide to be a bit bolder than usual.

Warnings: Mentions of smoking and alcohol, brief mentions of rough unprotected p in v, oral (f&m recieving), fingering, handjob, English not being my first language, no description of the reader aside from the fact that she wears a dress, to make up for the fact that I didn't write something with diversity (sorry :/), no mentions of y/n, I can't write a linear fic to save my life

A/N: Ok ok so first things first, this is part of the HYETTO challenge by @clubsoft ! My promt was this position with Javi in a post houseparty house reeking of alcohol, yummm. Now, that proved to be quite a challenge for me to put together in a way that made as much sense as possible but here I am! It's really nothing much but I hope you guys enjoy it even a bit! Had fun writing about the man I need in ways that are concerning to feminism :") Oh and btw the title is from a song by Lloyd (listen to it if you haven't) because apparently I can't just not associate something with music.

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The sunlight peaking through the curtains gradually woke you up. A stinging headache was the next in line to greet you that morning, or early afternoon to be more precise.

Your vision was blurry at first, making it impossible to recognize your surroundings but soon it started to clear out.

The first thing you figured out was the fact that the bed you were currently lying on was definitely not yours and neither was the whole room surrounding you of course.

Your head felt heavy against the palm of your hand as you pressed it on your forehead, in a ineffective attempt to stop that headache.

God, how much did you drink last night?

But most importantly where were you?

No sooner had you asked yourself that question, than flashbacks of the previous night came parading down your memory lane.

The houseparty of that random somebody from your year in university.

Your best friend Connie practically dragging you along with her and then abandoning you to most definitely hook up with that guy she was crushing on.

Was his name Steve?

His name was not merely as important as that of the next person to appear before your minds eye:

Javier Peña.

You hated him, despised him even. The way he walked around acting like he owned everything and everyone. Well, every girl to be exact.

He was your year's heart throb and he knew it damn well. All it took was one suggestive look and next thing you know, he'd be fucking whichever girl he was after in the nearest campus bathroom.

And you hated him for that. You found it utterly disgusting, how your fellow female students fell head over heels for such a duche with such ease, when all Javier wanted was to satisfy his dick.

That disgust was most definitely evident in your features whenever, much to your surprise, you had been on the receiving end of his dirty looks and sure as hell the moment you'd seen him arrive at the party.

But was this feeling actually genuine or was it just a cover you'd forced on your real thoughts about him. A cover for the fact that you found Javier devilishly handsome and out of your league at first. Never actually believing you would be the type of girl he was into. With his slutty button-down shirts and tight jeans and those deep brown eyes that were enough to bring you to your knees. Not to even mention that mustache you often caught yourself imagining against your skin.

No no, you hated that guy, he just used women for his pleasure and he'd only leave your heart in shambles if you were to give in to him.

Right?

Well definitely yes, but somehow during that party, with the alcohol getting the best of you and Connie having disappeared long ago, you were getting bored and bold.

Javier's eyes were on you from somewhere across the room and this was the only thing you could sense despite the noise and the loud music.

You felt like prey under his intense gaze and in a way that's exactly what you were. Yet in that moment this idea seemed far from disgusting. It made your skin heat up and your core tighten.

And that's why you didn't break eye contact as you took a sip of whatever cheap drink you had at that red cup on your lips, watching him as he did the same, his gaze still piercing your soul.

Feeling the familiar burn of the alcohol down your throat, your mind getting more and more blurred with those last sips of the remaining liquid, you decided to take it a step further and made your way to the stairs. Only turning to shoot Javier one last glance before reaching the first step.

A little fun never hurt nobody, right? After all this was all Javier was in for. It didn't have to matter, it didn't have to mean anything.

That was the last coherent thought your mind could form before Javier's hands where on your waist, turning you around to practically devour your lips in a hungry kiss.

You could tell he'd been waiting for this.

His scent of tobacco and cologne along with the taste of alcohol on his tongue was dizzying. And god, how his lips felt on yours.

SHIT

Had you actually slept with Javier Peña?

The panic running through your veins had you sobering up even more, as you took a good look around the room.

You were alone and your dress was still on. Your panties weren't however and that realization caused another series of the previous night's events to haunt your memory.

You remembered how his mouth had been on your neck when you'd hastily entered the first empty bedroom available upstairs. How he'd pushed you on the bed and reached for your underwear beneath your dress and the way you'd wiggled out of them as you watched him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans to take his cock out.

He had wasted no time, you didn't want him to either. His hands had guided you on all fours and he filled you up in a swift and deep thrust.

"Good girl, taking me so fucking well." was all he'd hissed before picking up an unrelenting pace.

Oh, how your walls had squeezed him as he slammed his hips against your wet cunt again and again and again. The loud music downstairs muffling your moans and whimpers that were getting mixed with his grunts as he'd come buried deep inside you. One hand on your throat, the other on your clit, he had held you against him. The sinful noises he'd made as he came down from his own high had pushed you over that final line to your own climax.

SHIT

So you had indeed slept with Javier Peña.

But where was he?

Why did you even wonder such thing? Of course he'd gotten up earlier and left you, what did you expect?

With a long sigh and deciding to completely abandon the idea of searching for your missing panties, after all your dress came down just above your knees, you rose from the bed, slid on your shoes and trudged out the door and down the hallway.

The quietness of the house was deafening. Most party attendees were already gone and the few remaining were probably still sleeping somewhere. A sheer contrast to the previous night when everyone was either dancing, drinking or fucking.

Your legs still felt a bit wobbly as you went down the stairs to the living room, aiming for the kitchen so you'd hopefully get yourself a glass of water.

The scene was definitely messy as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Furniture was pushed to the side to make more space, cups were scattered across the room, a few on the floor and more on whatever surface was available. And well, the smell wasn't exactly that of a nice and clean house, but rather that post party scent that consists mainly of alcohol.

And amongst all that mess, you saw him.

Javier.

Sat on the misplaced couch, manspreading, he had just lit a cigarette when his eyes landed on you across the room.

Just like the previous night.

Just like all those times in-between classes at university.

You ignited something within him. You hadn't given in easily and that drove him insane, he had to have you. Perhaps he was getting bored with girls who were quick to submit, or was simply in the mood for a little adventure. Either way his sights were set on you and you alone.

And god, when you'd shot him that look right in front of the stairs, he thought it must have been a dream. Believed he must have had one too many drinks and was lying somewhere passed out with his mind showing him exactly what he'd been craving for the past few days.

But when he'd slid in between all those semi-drunk young adults on the makeshift dance floor to reach you and his hands had finally come in contact with your waist, he was sure it hadn't been a dream.

And that had been further confirmed by the way his cock hardened in his jeans with each kiss he'd placed on your jaw and neck, each squeeze of his palms on your ass and thighs.

The memory of your tight walls around him was as fresh in his mind as it was in yours.

His hard and deep thrusts.

The way he'd come.

The way you'd come.

What was unclear in both your memories was the part where you'd fallen asleep almost at the speed of sound afterwards. Too drunk on sex and alcohol. Barely exchanging words as if you'd been scared of distorting a dream that was far from reality.

"Mornin' " his voice startled you, causing your grip on the glass of water to tighten as you swiftly turned around to see him entering the kitchen.

"Mornin' " you returned the greeting, eyes fixed on his lips loosely holding the lit cigarette.

"Did you sleep well?" he was closer to you now, offering the cigarette, which you hesitantly took from his fingers. Placing it between your own two lips you took a puff, hoping it would ground you, sober you up even more, before you'd answer him.

"Listen..." you began, returning him the cigarette as if trying to separate yourself from him first physically before you'd do it verbally. "If you waited around and came in here just to tell me I shouldn't expect anything more after last night, believe me I know." you cut straight to the chase. There was no need to overcomplicate things.

"So you can leave now, sorry you had to stay around for nothing." a light sound was heard when you placed your glass in whatever free space you could find on the counter as he put out the half used cigarette in one of the empty red cups.

And you were glad you put that glass down, because the next second Javier's hands were on you from behind, softly yet possessive, his weight trapping you against the counter.

"But what if I don't want to leave just yet?" voice low close to your ear, one hand squeezed your waist, the other traveled up your torso stopping right underneath your chest.

"Javi..." it was a sigh. A sigh which revealed how bad you still craved his touch, but at the same time held on to the tiniest bit of sanity left within you.

A slow kiss was placed on the sensitive spot of your neck in an attempt to eradicate whatever it was that was holding you back. And then another and another and another, making heat pool low in your abdomen once again.

"Javi...please..." god, how this version of his name sounded when you were desperate. And sure, he'd heard you moan it the previous night but that was different. That was in the heat of the moment, now you were desperate to hide how much you needed him to touch you again.

"Please what?" his hand on your torso slid an inch higher, cupping your clothed mound and palming it, causing your breath to hitch.

"Stop" it took every once of willpower to push him off of you and escape his grip.

That was not exactly the answer he was expecting, but he was never one to push someone's boundaries, no matter how crazy it drove him. No, he'd try to make you accept and admit that you were on the same page with him.

"It didn't seem like you wanted me to stop last night." there he went again with those deadly brown eyes, looking straight into yours. His velvety voice speaking nothing but the truth.

"Last night was last night. I thought that's how it worked for you." you scoffed avoiding his gaze, like you avoided the desire that was boiling deep within you. Because he was right, the previous night, despite the urgency and rush that ruled it, felt like a wet dream you hoped you'd have again.

"It doesn't have to work like this for us." he leaned against the counter next to you. He was close again, but not as close as you'd both want.

"What do you mean?" your heart was beating with such intensity you could hear your own pulse.

"We could continue having fun every now and then. No strings attached." he reached for your chin lightly caressing it. "And if one of us gets bored we can just call it off." his gaze flicked between your lips and your eyes.

"You mean, if you get bored." a teasing smirk found its way to your features, the ache between your legs unbearable.

"Is that a challenge, hermosa?" there was barely any space between your mouth and his.

"Maybe" your whisper was immediately hushed by his lips forcefully meeting yours as his hand went to cradle your cheek before his tongue was fighting yours for dominance.

That was it, he'd broken your resistance there was no doubt. He felt it in the way your hands were roaming his chest, the way your breath was already uneven, the way your whole body was practically melting under his touch.

Breaking the kiss he came to stand in front of you, using his knee to make some space between your legs to press himself further on you. With your index fingers around the belt loops of his jeans you pulled him flush against you. Your hands then snaked all the way to rest on his backside, only to feel a certain very familiar fabric hanging from his back pocket.

"Are those.." you trailed off as you pulled the item to get an actual look at it. "...my panties?" you shook your head with a chuckle.

"Thought they'd make the perfect souvenir." he snatched them from your hand to stuff them back in his pocket. "Hope you don't mind me keeping them."

He allowed you no time to answer, however, as his palm traveled underneath the hem of your dress, kneading your inner thigh and earning him a light gasp from your parted lips.

Steadily he continued his path until the pads of two of his fingers found your wet folds, urging you to properly sit on the counter to give him better access.

"Already so wet and you were asking me to leave just five minutes ago?" he teased in a low voice as he traced you up and down, coating his fingers with your slick and eliciting a quiet whimper from your throat.

"Been wondering how this tight little pussy tastes for the longest time." without warning he pressed on your clit making you quiver as his name escaped your lips in a hushed moan.

Your legs spread open as wide as your dress allowed them to as an invite for Javier to satisfy his curiosity, while your eyes remained on his that held an equal amount of lust within them.

"Oh no, not here, not like this sweetheart." he cooed. The same hand that had been toying with your folds was on your thigh, guiding your leg to wrap around his waist. "I have a better idea." involuntarily your other leg followed, even though you couldn't quite guess what he had in mind.

Through the unholy mess of wet kisses, pulling and groping that followed when he picked you up, you felt as if time had rewound and you were still at that party trying to escape everything and everyone with Javier, on your way upstairs.

This time, however, you didn't end up in a bedroom upstairs. Instead you found yourself straddling Javier who had sat on the couch of the empty living room.

"Have you lost your mind? There are still people here that could walk in on us!" you panicked at the thought of him wanting to eat you out right then and there.

"We'll have to be quick and quiet then." the sinister look he shot you had your blood pumping faster through your veins as his strong hands lifted your hips so he could maneuver and lie down properly on the couch.

'Up here, hermosa." he beckoned with the cockiest smirk and your body began to move reluctantly until your knees where on either side of his torso instead of his hips.

Hiking up your dress you put your pussy on full display for Javier and lowered down until his hungry lips finally touched you.

He got to work immediately, practically making out with your labia before you felt his tongue flatten against you. The hold your teeth had on the inside of your cheek to prevent any sounds from escaping was as strong as Javier's on your hips.

"Javi, Javi hold on."

Just as you were about to completely surrender to the way his tongue felt sliding in between your folds, an idea made its way into your lust clouded mind.

Slowly and carefully you leaned back, managing to rest on his bent knee and start to work his belt and jeans open.

"Allow me." your hand slid under the waistband of his boxers to take his aching cock out. Hot and hard, the tip already glistening with pre cum that you smeared evenly around.

He let out a guttural groan that sounded like music to your ears, halting his ministrations as he watched you take control.

"I thought you said we had to be quick and quiet." it was your turn to tease and holy hell did that give you a dizzying sense of power, with your pussy just inches away from Javier's lips and his dick in your hand.

"I think you should be more worried about yourself, baby." he let two fingers in a v shape spread your folds from this new angle, the resumption of his actions making you squirm.

"Judging by the way you sounded last night..." he switched to his thumb and circled your clit.

"It's pretty hard for you to keep quiet." his breath hitched, matching yours as you caught him off guard with your hand slowly starting to pump him.

"I was just making sure you knew how good you made me feel." you watched him swallow hard, his dilated pupils only tearing away from yours for a second as he blinked a bit longer than usual, fighting the urge to switch positions and fuck you silly.

Instead you both stayed like this, exhaling shakily, fighting back moans and groans, getting used to this new position. The pad of his thumb kept working on your clit with a delicious rythm as you pumped and squeezed him slow and steadily.

It all seemed just barely under control, until the pressure on your swollen nub was replaced by the suction of his mouth with his fingers travelling to your opening. The tickle of his mustache only adding to the sensation.

Well, that was one fantasy fulfilled among others...

"Javi..." it was impossible to hold back a long moan when you felt two thick digits easing their way inside you. His mouth not once ceasing its actions, but rather adding more stimulation with occasional tongue swirling, driving you insane.

"Tell me what you need, baby." his voice was muffled, dick twitching under your palm upon hearing you lose control.

"Please don't stop, I'm close." your hips moved subtly to match his pace. Your grip on his dick tightening as you tried to focus and speed up your movements.

Your climax was nearing, so was Javier's, you could see it in the way his hips were bucking up, chasing your hand. The sinful sounds he made every now and then, were muffled against you.

"Come for me sweetheart, come on." his growl vibrating through your body caused you to clench around his curling fingers. The grip he had on your thighs was sure to leave bruises as he continued with his dirty talk.

"Let me feel you, let me taste you baby, let go." his mouth on your clit was relentless, his thick digits kept sliding in and out of your center curling just enough to hit that perfect spot over and over again making you teeter on the brink of your orgasm, until one particular pressured stroke of his tongue on your clit had you reaching it. The pace of your hand around him faltering, your back arching as much as this newfound position allowed. A long strangled moan reached your throat as you bit down on your lips with force enough to draw blood, in order to avoid anyone hearing you.

And he made it oh so difficult as he kept eating you out through your high. Lapping up your release like it was the last meal he was given on earth, his hips thrusting up with more desperation, chasing his own orgasm.

"Your turn now, Javi." you were out of breath, barely recovered from the ecstasy overdose, when you twisted your torso until your mouth was welcoming his length.

"You'll be the death of me." he chuckled to hide the groan your hot and wet engulfing caused.

With your hand around his base twisting and squeezing you bobbed your head up and down a few times until hot ropes of his release spilled in your mouth. Hushed grunts and heavy breaths were the only sounds heard as you sucked him dry, swallowing every salty drop.

And that's when you heard it, you both heard it: footsteps down the stairs. With your minds and bodies still somewhere between the earth and cloud nine, you were quicker to react, almost tumbling off the couch to the hardwood floor.

Sitting up you smoothed your dress down in sync with Javier shoving himself back in his jeans, just in time to see who it was coming down to the living room.

"Connie!" you exclaimed not entirely sure whether your best friend almost catching you sucking off the Javier Peña on a random couch, was good or bad. "I thought you'd already left, where's Steve?" you continued in an attempt to keep her distracted from whatever conclusions she might be coming to.

"He left a note, said he had to run to a family lunch or something." she answered groggily as she walked over to you.Thank god she was still sleepy and hangover. Because she was no fool, she'd definitely put two and two together later.

"What are you still doing here? And with him?" she motioned questioningly to Javier.

"Hello to you too." he was quick to taunt her, now sitting up on the couch.

"Nothing, I was just leaving and he was just sitting here. Come on let's go." you got a hold of her arm and pulled her along with you towards the door, ignoring her puzzled look and how close she was to sensing your post sex glow and figuring everything out right on the spot.

But just before you made your exit, you quickly glanced back at Javier who was shooting you one of his signature suggestive looks, his thumb brushing the corner of his mouth as he signaled with his other hand that you were to expect a call from him soon, so you could continue to further establish this no-strings-attached thing you had just initiated.

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acatnamedpusheen · 4 months ago

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oh, to be loved by a man w a gaze as gentle as his.,,,, sigh

#biggest fucking sigh #*on my knees*#harry castillo

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acatnamedpusheen · 4 months ago

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Omg 100 notes on this? 😭 Thank you!

Hoping to finish my second Peña smut fic (which will be longer) very soon!