#javi peña smut

[undercoverpena]

going to make you sweat

javier peña x f!reader | main masterlist

summary: it's the hottest day of the year; you and javi want to make it hotter.

rating: 18+/explicit warnings: explicit smut. somewhat established relationship. jo's spelling, jo putting to practice her spanish. wordcount: 1.9k

It begins with the sound of the fan.

Whirring. Whirring. Blowing nothing but warm, sticky heat around the over-boiled place.

For four days, the sun has been beating down relentlessly, acting as another unforgiving tyrant ruling over Colombia, forcing waves of heat to seep into homes, regardless of whether doors and windows are closed.

All but forcing everyone to seek refuge from the scorching onslaught.

It's why he's home.

It's why you didn't protest when his hand found your lower back, guiding you out to the passenger seat of his vehicle.

The unspoken understanding between you both fizzes in the air. All silence, discreet.

Just like the rest of the clandestine nature of your relationship.

Now, you’re lying as still as possible. Not even considering sliding your leg over to touch his—even if usually, you’d have done it a handful of times.

Cool showers offered no relief—your skin was already slick with dampness before you finished drying off. Every movement made the heat feel unbearable, trickling down your neck. Your limited attire, stuffed in a spare drawer at his, offers no relief; the white tee and panties cling to your skin, feeling like additional layers you long to peel away from your bones, not just your skin.

Your eyes flick towards him at the sound of his lighter—at the paper burning at the end, before the scent greets your nostrils.

Normally, it would barely irritate you, but now it twists your annoyance into a knot and uses it to fuel its fury. A glare not forcing him to stub it out, your mood souring, further making beads of perspiration collect along your collarbone and drip down the valley of your breasts, all but pooling where your body bends and creases as you remain on the sofa.

You can feel him watching.

Eyes likely following the path of sweat descending under your top—because even in unbelievable temperatures, you’re sure he’s mentally undressing you.

Because he looks wrecked, even with the cigarette burning between his fingers/.

Javier Peña's usually put-together look of swept-to-the-side hair is currently stuck damp to his forehead as sweat drips off the end of his sloped nose. The look is so reminiscent of what you’d imagine he'd look like if he had a full free day to fuck you; if it wasn’t rushed quickies or long, drawn-out nights before the two of you collapsed into sheets before doing it all over again on three hours of sleep.

At some point between coming home early and sitting beside you, his barely buttoned shirt has been discarded, leaving him in a pair of shorts he’d pulled on when he’d been grumbling about the fucking heat, paperwork and bureaucracy all in the space of a minute.

The fact he'd shed most of his layers allows you to trace your eyes down his body. Glance at the soft curve of his stomach, the firmness of his chest and those biceps you see flex when he’s leaning when he’s doing all he can not to flick his eyes from your face to your tits.

He's already caught you.

Taking a drag on his cigarette for a suspiciously long time before blowing the smoke out in one smooth movement. Eyes on you. Fixed. Never unfocused.

And fuck, if it doesn’t make you want him that much more.

“It’s too hot.”

“I said nothing.”

You snort. Loud. Full of intent.

Mind a scrambled mess of want, as your hips shift when your eyes flick south of his neck and land on his thighs.

“C’mon, Cariño,” he drawls, stubbing out his cigarette—punching the lit end out until it’s snuffed, “Come sit on my lap.”

A battle ensures in your skull. It’s weak, both the for and against, which is how you find yourself straddling him, palm flat to your thighs—finding the heat from his body no more intense than the sweltering environment around you.

“This what you want, me all sweaty on you?”

He chews his cheek, a glint in the dark of his eyes, a blip in the pool of desire—and your heart pounds in your chest. Breaths coming in short gasps, matching the rhythm of the fan in the corner.

"I'd have you on top of me however I can."

"Course you would," you retort.

His fingers flex, itch. Sneak in inches up your skin as he continues to breathe slowly, in and out, out and in.

You’re not sure who moves first, but your lips find his—passionate, fiery. Teeth almost grazing but your tongue slides in and licks past his teeth, swallowing his moan, his hiss, as you roll your clothed pussy over his hardening cock, tasting nothing but smoke, coffee and mint, a combination you know to be him.

“Mm—fuck,” he groans.

He sounds pained when he drags his mouth from yours, his fist full of the back of your sweat-soaked tee as he drags it off over your head—throwing it, it landing on the tiles with a wet slap, forcing your head to snap to the sound.

But he’s on you.

Mouth latching to your nipple, tongue swirling, before tracing a line up your breast and across your collarbone.

“Taste so fucking good, cariño.”

It’s stifled, the moan—forcing your best smirk to show, “Put your head between my thighs and say that, Peña.”

And he considers it.

Your words.

Head tilting marginally, the slightest of movements that he’ll pretend never occurred. But he moves, shifts. Practically bucks his hips into you as he repositions, and you land on your bare back on the sofa with an oomph.

A comment arrives on your tongue, almost fizzling before it’s swallowed at the way forces your knees together and yanks your panties down your thighs. Soaked, ruined—both from the mere existence of him and the heat. Discarding them, throws them into some dark space as he glances down at the place between your thighs.

“Even in this heat, she’s pretty.”

You try not to turn away, bury your face in the smoked-scented cushions of his sofa as his words meet you. A sudden desire to hide, to cover—

“You not like that, cariño, when I call her pretty?” His knuckles part your folds, teasing, dragging them up and down as you squirm, whine his name. “Tell me.”

Somehow, all fucking unknown to you, more heat floods your cheeks. It's embroiled in embarrassment, shyness—two things you’re sure he spends most of his time trying to fuck out of you, but has failed to do so thus far—

He says your name.

Not your nickname. Not agent.

Eyes snapping to him, throat dry as he continues to tease, as his thumb presses on your clit and makes you hiss.

“No—ffff-feel embarrassed, alright? Fuck.”

You hear his tongue click—it’s the last thing you hear before ringing. Before two fingers slide into you, slide with ease as they delve deep, his frame coming over your body as he moves them, as he curls them. Doing his best to undo as his eyes come into focus, the top of his tongue dragging over his parted lips.

And the ringing dies down.

Forced to as a pebble of sweat falls from his nose and drips to your breastbone.

“No need to be embarrassed with me.”

Your hips try to buck and seek.

“Impaciencia,” he groans—moisture glistening at the base of his throat, palm keeping you down, still, fingers curled inside of you as you gasp. “You’re… fuck. I need to taste you.”

The breath of his words sweeps over your inner thigh.

“Javi, don't tease—“

“I’ve got you, cariño—don’t worry. I’ll make you come again, and again, and…”

You’re not sure if he speaks the last again—or if it’s buried into your pussy. A high chance you blank it out with other noises as his tongue fucks into your hole. Finger on your clit, swirling, drawing shapes your brain can’t manifest or conjure as you become aware of your moans.

Out of instinct, your fingers find his hair—slick with sweat, trying to curl between your fingers as his tongue flattens. All precise, taunting. Forcing you to the edge and dangling you before pulling you back.

It almost makes you thrash, forcibly lift your hips against him when his face lifts—face slick with your want as he smirks.

“Lo sé, cariño.”

“Please.”

It leaves your lips undignified, dignity gone, transformed into more raw, desperate—a plea that cuts through heat. One answered as he lifts your knee over his hip, feeling bare skin, red hot body heat and the nudging of his cock at your entrance.

He steals your breath, it stammering as he sinks into you in one fluid movement. Your fingers grasp, finding the hair at the nape of his neck again as his mouth comes to your ear, hearing it, the hiss between clenched teeth.

When he moves, your lips find his. It’s different, softer and almost gentle. All measured movements gone, lost, thrown out when you breathe him in, when your mouths are open, moaning into each other's throats as your heels dig into his lower back.

And you want to hold on.

But he’s driven you mad. Teeth grating over his shoulder as you tug on his hair. Tasting it, sweat, sex and salt. Your neck further coated in the slick of the heat, the moment; perspiration trickling, sliding over your skin as his hand grasps your hip firmly. Tightly. Practically noticing the hints of intimacy the two of you pretend aren’t there, but rumble and thrum whenever the two of you are alone.

And the thought adds to the feeling of that impending wave rising inside of you again, more angry, needy than it had been before—

“So good for me, cariño. My good girl.”

“Yours.”

It snakes out, too late to retract. Not even caring that it’s there, staining the space between you both, polluting it. Because it’s the truth.

Some days the only thing you can full on believe—

“Yeah, that’s it. Mine, right? All fucking mine?“

His hips thrust into you harder, matching the tone that makes you even wetter than you were seconds before.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Yes. Yes. Ye—”

“Fuck, cariño.”

You‘re close. So close. It almost blinding in the way it tries to force your eyes to clench shut, but you can't look away. Not from him. Each flex of his muscles, the way his teeth grit as he fucks into you, makes your body both taut and boneless.

“Wanna feel you, cariño,” he groans, breath ragged, tortured out. “Let me feel you come, baby. Please.”

Tightening around him, fingers jerking on his hair, he meets your eyes.

Not able to fight it, not able to stop it from unravelling as it begins to crest—

"Let me feel you come, baby. Please." His tone all full of gravel, insistent, demanding. Practically unwilling to bend as it brushes itself into your ear. 

His name cracks out of your throat like thunder, slamming against the walls as it rips through you. Making your back arch into him, hearing him groan; hearing him hiss and fucking moan as you shake, thighs quaking around his sweat-tinged skin before he grunts as he spills into you.

It’s silence, except for heaving breaths.

The dull noise of the fan comes back to you, replacing the ringing from before as you slowly peel your legs from his body.

You’re not sure what you expect when he lifts his head, but it isn’t the look there. The one matched with a smile, sly but still a smile—chest rising and falling as he kneels, staring down at you.

Taking you in, flicking his eyes to the place the two of you had just been conjoined.

“Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

And even if you roll your eyes, you hide a smile behind the back of your hand, whispering a "Cállate, Peña."

[cherrypickedxx]

i’m on my hands and knees

i love this man to death

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Backseat [j.p]

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

summary: When Javi has to work late, you visit him to help relieve some stress during his break. Or, as Lana said: let’s get in the back of your cop car officer <3 (kinda)

warnings: my first Javi fic omg and first fic in general in like one and a half years sooo, smut (public sex technically (in/next to a car) but no one sees them don’t worryy, p in v, unprotected, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk (only from Javi though, reader barely says a thing oops) excessive use of ‘baby’, use of ‘good girl’, Javi comes on reader’s belly and face, established relationship, not tooo much aftercare but they’re both fine with it, Javi taps (not slaps) reader’s cheek during sex), I assume that’s clear but this is about the fictionalised version of him lol, brief mention of the reader’s (harmless) crush on Steve lmao, cute and romantic Javi

word count: 2.8k

The threat of rain lingers in the cool air as Javi takes you to his car, his greedy hand placed on your ass as you walk. He’s parked at the other end of the parking lot next to the station, in a roofed corner with walls on the sides shielding it, and no other vehicles in sight. He did say he’d make sure no one would see you.

You haven’t had sex in a few days, both busy with work and other things, and you were looking forward to him finally fucking you again come Friday night. When he called you to say he had to stay at work at least a few more hours, you knew you’d have to go to him if you still wanted sex today. Otherwise Javi wasn’t coming home before you were fast asleep, and you couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

Javi was on board as soon as you asked if he had a few minutes to spare; he knew what your tone meant immediately and he missed the feeling of you naked in his arms as much as you did.

He unlocks the car and pushes the front seat forward to make more space in the backseat. You sit down in the back and grin, pulling him into the car by his jacket.

“Wait, baby, we better do it like this,” he says, pulling your legs to the side of the seat, the car door still open as he spreads you out on the backseat.

“You want to fuck me with the door open?” You ask.

“It’ll make it less obvious what we’re doing, and I can fuck you better like this.” You take in the position of him standing next to the car and think of him squeezing into the backseat with you instead. He’s probably right. You don’t mind as long as he gets on with it.

Javi takes off his leather jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, “You warm enough?” 

You nod. The comfort of the car and the corner it’s parked in and, more importantly, the promise of Javi’s warmth provide a pleasant coziness. With a grin on his face, Javi finally bends down to kiss you, and you immediately push your tongue into his mouth.

“We gotta hurry up, you think you can do that?” Javi asks between kisses, and you nod desperately. As if you didn’t come all the way to the DEA station after your own draining workday just to get fucked. You’ve been waiting for this all week.

He pushes his thumb between your lips and you drool around it immediately. You respond to his questioning expression with an enthusiastic nod as he finds the hem of your short skirt and pulls your panties to the side. His wet thumb on your clit makes you gasp and arch into him. You can definitely make this quick.

Javi smirks at you, “You been waiting for this as much as I have? I’m all ready for you, baby, just tell me when you’re ready”. He kisses you and continues to rub circles over your clit as your pussy gets wetter and wetter, and you let out an incoherent string of sounds that’s supposed to let him know you’re ready.

He pulls back from the kiss and gently takes your face in his hand, squishing your lips into a pout, “What was that? You know that’s not enough for me. Need you to properly say it.”

You look up at Javi through your lashes, licking your lips, “Yes, I’m ready, Javi. Please fuck me.”

His face breaks out into a grin, “See, wasn’t that hard, was it? Or are you already too horny to speak?”. All you can focus on is his big fingers that have started fucking you, so you know better than to try and give an intelligible answer that would only come out as gibberish anyway.

Your stomach somersaults when Javi undoes his belt, the clang of metal making your pussy throb. You reach down to pull your panties down your legs, and seeing the wet spot on them makes you even more excited for what’s to come. Javi pushes your legs up against your chest with a hungry groan, and bends down to press a kiss to your pussy. 

He decides to stay between your legs for a bit longer when he hears you sigh as he starts to lick sloppy circles against your clit, the taste of your wet pussy making him want to stay there forever.

“Javi,” you mumble, almost sounding as if you’re tipsy. You could easily cum from his mouth on you, but you know you don’t have much time before he needs to get back to work, and you need him inside you now.

He leans down to quickly kiss you as he unzips his jeans, and you break the kiss to look at his hard cock.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” you repeat before he can ask you to say it again. You lie back but he stands up straighter to scan the area and make sure no one’s there to see and you slump against the backseat, lying down. 

You lean your head to the side impatiently and catch the scent of Javi in the jacket of his that you’re cuddled up in, and it makes you want him even more. He laughs when you reach out your hands to him and he finally puts his hands back on your body, grabbing you to pull you to the edge of the backseat. The space is tight, the car door opened as wide as it can be as he stands next to the car facing you, but he’s making it work.

Javi spreads your legs and stands between them, casting one last glance above the car, “We’re good but we still have to hurry before someone sees us,” he says and you grin, ready for him to finally finally start, but he takes your grin as something else.

He smirks as he puts a hand on your jaw to make you look into his eyes, “You like that, baby? You want someone to walk in on you getting fucked, huh? Maybe Steve… I know he’d like that. What do you think?”

You slap his hand away and fake-gasp; he’s been teasing you about your ‘crush’ on Steve ever since you made an offhand comment about him being attractive.

“Just want you,” you mumble, half wanting him to know he’s the only one you want to be with, and half bashful because, well, Steve is attractive.

Javi grins and leans down to kiss you, simultaneously sneaking a hand up your skirt again, “Don’t worry, I know that. I can feel how wet this pussy is just for me. Could get lost in you forever.”

“Then do,” you say, craning your neck forward as he slaps his cock against your clit. You start to open your mouth a bit. You just want one brief taste before he fucks you. He looks at you and gently pushes you to lie back down, and you pout. 

“That has to wait until tomorrow, baby. You know I won’t be able to stop if you wrap those pretty lips around me,” he says and strokes his thumb across your cheek. You smile, satisfied knowing the effect you have on him.

You spread your knees as wide as you can in the small space, Javi stepping as close to the side of the car as he can.

“You ready?” He asks one final time, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your wet and aching pussy.

“Mmhm, yes,” you moan, your fingers reaching down to spread your lips for him. Javi adjusts his position and pulls one of your ankles over his shoulder and decides to give one last glance to your surroundings to make sure no one will interrupt him fucking you, even though, right now, you couldn’t care less who sees. His hard dick that rests between your legs and pulses against your clit is enough to make you forget about every other thing in the world.

“So needy, baby,” he taunts when you sigh dramatically to get his attention, and you can tell he tries to tease you a bit more but ultimately gives in after a few seconds and pushes his cock into you. It slides in all the way with how wet you are, and you let out a desperate noise that’s muffled by Javi’s mouth slotting over yours. 

He puts one hand on your hip to direct your body better and his other hand holds the side of your face as he caresses it, “Don’t mind you being needy though, baby, so am I. So glad you came, spoiling me with your pussy during my break. I could get used to this, you know?”

His eyes close in pleasure as he starts to fuck you, “Always so tight for me,” he says, voice strained. Every time his hips drive into yours is accentuated by the loud sound of your wet pussy, taking every inch of your boyfriend’s cock as he ruts into you like he hasn’t fucked you in months.

“‘M not gonna last long so you better be quick, baby, yeah? Can you do that?”

You nod quickly, unable to form words and he grins devilishly when only a few sounds of pleasure make their way out of your throat. 

“God, I love when you get like this, all speechless because you‘re too horny for me. Love how you take my cock, you’re so fucking tight”, he roughly taps your cheek three times and you lean into his touch, into the sting, as he fucks you harder. 

He grabs your face more roughly and you moan as he continues praising you, “Always so fucking pretty for me, oh my— god”, he changes his pace and you feel the difference too, heat building up in your lower belly, the pleasure all flowing into the space between your legs that he’s fucking with what feels like all his strength. Javi puts two fingers in your mouth and you eagerly suck them, your mouth full, drool starting to spill from your lips. 

“Fuck,” he moans, and starts hastily rubbing your clit with his other thumb, his wide body keeping your legs apart, “You wanna cum for me, baby? Being such a good girl for me.” 

You moan as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy squeezing tightly around Javi and he fucks you through your waves of pleasure, “That’s it, that’s my girl, my good fucking girl”, he speaks to you through almost gritted teeth, trying desperately not to cum until you’re finished.

He can feel the exact moment it gets too much for you, taking his hand away from your clit but he continues fucking you, his hips relentless against yours.

“Show me your tits, baby,” he asks with a hoarse voice, the wetness of your pussy pooling between you both. You messily pull up your shirt, exposing your tits to the cool air, still feeling weightless and slightly out of your mind from your orgasm. He takes his hand from your mouth and greedily grabs one of your tits. He smirks seeing you bare under your top and starts playing with your nipple, making you arch your back.

Javi pulls out of you and strokes his cock only a few seconds before he’s spurting cum all over your belly and chest. As you greedily strain your neck to see every single drop that he’s cumming you get closer to him and some of his cum lands on your lips and cheek.

“Fuck,” you both moan into the space between you as Javi jerks off until he’s drained, and you quickly push your hand between your legs, rubbing your once again pulsing wet pussy.

Javi sees your hand on your pussy and slaps his still hard cock against your clit a few times. He then gently pulls your hand off yourself and replaces it with his mouth as he bends down to suck on your clit. Incoherent words leaving your lips, you grab Javi’s hair and grind your pussy against his face, your thighs around his head.

It only takes a few more moments of his tongue on your clit until you succumb to the weightlessness of your second orgasm as it shoots through you with a new intensity.

You let your legs fall around Javi's shoulders when you’ve finished and smile at him looking back up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He shakes his head, unable to believe you just did this, right here and during his work break. It definitely won’t be the last time.

He stands back up and wipes the cum from your face with the pad of his thumb and you suck it off him until your face is clean again.

“I’m so happy you're mine, baby. Only mine,” he says before attacking your face with wet and sticky kisses. He tucks himself into his pants and gets baby wipes from the pocket of his jacket that you’re lying on. 

“Did so good for me, baby,” he praises as he wipes your belly and tits, leaving kisses there after. He gently wipes over your face again, just to make sure, and cleans you up between your legs.

Afterwards, he pulls your clothes back in place and kisses you as he leans down over you in the backseat. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him just hold you, and you let out giggles as he kisses you all over your face again. You brush your hands through his hair to tame it, and just when you’ve deemed him presentable you hear Steve’s voice from not too far away.

“I’ve been looking for you. Break’s over,” he walks around the corner and sees you in the back of the car.

“No sex in our car,” Steve slaps Javi on the back and moves to the front of the car. He gives you a look when he sees the seat pushed all the way to the front.

“We were just cuddling. I missed him,” you say in an innocent tone and Steve seems to buy it, or at least pretends to, and pushes the seat back and sits down, pulling the door shut.

You give Javi a wide-eyed look at how close that was and he grins back, pulling you to sit upright. There really are worse people to walk in on you than Steve, but you’re still glad that he was a few minutes too late. 

“We’re driving you home,” Javi declares, and makes Steve get in the back and sits you in the front. It’s not until Javi drives away from your little corner with the roof and walls protecting it that you realise it must have been raining for a while.

It’s a lot colder now and the streets are wet, a steady flow of rain pouring from the clouds. You pull Javi’s jacket around you closer and already dread having to give it back to him when you’re back home and he has to leave to work some more. 

Once the car stops in front of your house, Javi walks you to the door. You pout but part with the jacket and Javi puts it back on. 

“Now it smells like you,” he smiles and hugs your waist to pull you in for a kiss. Maybe you don’t mind giving him back his jacket after all. You tell him good luck with the rest of his work night and he doesn’t drive away until he sees the light on your floor turn on. Even if you’ll be asleep, he can’t wait to come back home to a bed warmed by your perfect body. 

“Man, I’ve never seen anyone so in love,” Steve says, pretending to be annoyed, but really Javi knows he’s happy for you two.

Javi just smiles. He’s never seen anyone more in love either, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Pop Goes The Javi - A Javier Peña One Shot for PMAMC 2024

Written for @wannab-urs Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - proud to be part of this collection of amazing writers. Check them out for all the Pedro Boys being pegged! 🍑 Also, check out last year's PMAMC 2023 too!

Summary: It’s Javi's birthday and you have the perfect gift for him.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 4.5k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

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Explicit - Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me and I share with you. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: There's a fair amount of Javi Spanish in this, so I've provided translations at the end of the story. Special thanks to my sweet hermosa @rhoorl for helping me out with this. 🖤

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As the sun dips below the Bogotá skyline, casting a warm, orange glow across the city, the heat coats your skin like a greased balm. 

You find yourself nestled into a cosy booth with Javi in a restaurant; the taste of sweet agave and ash lingers on his lips, and his nimble, thick fingers cause a mutiny of tingles to travel across your epidermis as he brushes the tips of them over your thigh. 

The flap of his open collar, under his worn in leather jacket, reveals golden bone protrusions that you long to taste again, and it takes you a few moments to realise that you haven't heard a single word he’s said most of the evening as you’ve been fixated on it, until his fingers sweep up to your inner thigh under the table.  

“This fucking dress leaves little to the imagination.” He murmurs, planting a kiss on your temple.

“And I assume yours is running amok right now?” You say, leaning further into him.

“Si, cariño.”

“Good. Mission accomplished.” You smile into his mouth. 

He licks his tongue into yours as you tug at the soft, creaky lapel on his jacket. 

“I think we should go, vamos a casa,” Javi husks into your face with a prudent smirk; a plush bottom lip pouting suggestively under that moustache. 

“No, you’ve not had any dessert yet,” you smile, stopping his hand from going any further.

“I plan on having it back at yours,” he says, eyes dropping to your cleavage and then back up to your face. 

“I think you’ll like this one better,” you grin as a dessert with a single candle arrives at your table.

The restaurant staff, having been forewarned it’s Javi's birthday, join in singing a lively rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños, much to his chagrin.

You can’t help but giggle at his discomfort, eyeing you with a puckered frown and pink pout, but equally trying not to laugh at your audacity when you clap and sing along enthusiastically with them. 

“For the record, I hate birthdays.” Javi mutters, as you pick up the spoon and feed the dulce de leche flan to him. His teeth clash against the metal as he eats it begrudgingly whilst you grin and sparkle at him. 

“I think you’ll enjoy this one. You won’t forget it in a hurry.” You muse. 

“Mhm.” He retorts with knitted eyebrows. 

“I still haven’t given you your present yet.” 

“You got me a present? ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” Javi murmurs under his breath. Then he softens. “If it’s not you in my lap in this dress, then I don’t want it.” 

You lean forward, fingers raking through the sweaty curled hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not wearing any underwear…” You tease.

The growl that escapes his lips is heard by the table opposite as they turn quizzically as he feigns clearing his throat.

“We’re going. Right fucking now.” He says, standing. Your eyes are drawn to the obvious bulge straining in his tight jeans at eye level.

A short cab ride to your apartment is spent glued to his lips as your curl yourself around him as close as you physically can. His hand rests dangerously close to the centre of your thighs; the slip of liquid silk from your dress riding up further as his fingers edge closer to the wet heat there. 

You soon feel his wandering digits probing brazenly at your slit, sliding the length of them up and down through your drenched lips, making you moan into his hungry mouth on the backseat.

The backs of your thighs stick to the leather as Javi collects the slick pooling at your hole and rubs it onto your clit where he circles languidly with a delicious pressure that makes your skin tighten and crack. 

He works two fingers in with slow, intense strokes as he clutches you close to him with his other arm around you, lips buried in the skin at your throat as he sucks it gently into his mouth.

Small, little whines escape you as he builds you up, and it’s not long before you glance at the driver peering at you both through the mirror surreptitiously.

“Ojos en el camino, señor.” Javi instructs with a grizzled bite to his tone as the driver looks away. 

He withdraws his fingers smirking as you giggle. He generously tips the driver outside your apartment before pulling you in through the door, latched onto fuzzy lips that want to devour you whole. 

He has you pinned up against the door with his hand swimming back under your dress, but you clamp down on his wrist stopping him. 

“No. It’s your birthday and I have something I want to give you.” You whisper, stamping a sizzling kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t need anything, but this…” Javi says, stroking lightly against your pussy lips again.

“Please. Just indulge me. No te arrepentirás lo prometo.” You groan, pushing his hand away.  

Sighing into your shoulder, Javi allows you to lead him to the bedroom. Kissing feverishly, you unbuckle his jeans; those tight, dark jeans that keep him all snug and shapely as you work your hands over that tight, little ass of his. 

You pull away from the kiss, admiring your hands squeezing and lavishing his cheeks slipped down in the back of his jeans. You groan as you knead and squeeze the pliant, bouncy meat of it. 

“Is this what you want to do? Feel up my ass?" Javi smirks, the left side of his lip crooking up first. 

You shake your head, grinning at him. “No. I want to fuck it.”

Javi baulks. “What?”

"You heard me." You flutter.

He sinks onto the end of the bed, watching as you scurry over to the closet. 

“I got you this.” You pull a box out and place it on his lap. 

“What is it?” He asks, regarding it as though a bomb might go off in his face at any second.

“It’s your birthday present. Open it.” You say, watching carefully.

He opens it, pulling at the wrapping paper curiously and then sighs when it’s revealed to him.

“Jesus.” He hides the panic in his voice extremely well, but you can see it spreading all over his face.

“Javi, don’t be upset.” You say tentatively.

“I’m not upset, I just…” He looks up at you with those big browns, deep and entrancing, and full of something else; something you’ve never seen before as it picks at you. You worry you've made a mistake.

“We've talked about it. You said you wanted to try it one day."

"I did." He admits in a low tone.

"Do you want to try it tonight?” You probe gently.

“Querida.”

“You know you want to...” You smile enticingly at him.

He glances at you again, that same look and you realise what it is - vulnerability. 

“Javi, do you trust me?”

He frowns instantly. “Of course I do, sabes que lo hago.”

“Good. We’ll go as slow as you want.” You confirm, nodding gently. 

He stares into the box for a few moments and you can see him gulp. He puts the box on the bed, lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag. 

“Don’t I have to prepare, or something?” Javi asks, his shoulders hunching up through the plume of smoke. “I sound like a fucking idiot. Jesus.”

“I've got lube.” You say, nodding to the box. 

He peers in. “Mierda.”

You come and sit beside him as he blows the smoke out away from your face. He slings his arm over your shoulder and you kiss his hand as your fingers entwine.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Javi. But I think you want to...” You sway. "I'd really like to fuck you on your birthday," you add, whispering.

Javi regards you carefully, those inquisitive eyes latching onto yours and you can see him mulling it over.

He takes another drag on the cigarette, the end burning a bright red in the darkening room.

"You want to fuck me, cariño, hmm?" He says and you can see that lip crooking up again.

"Mmhm." You nod, smirking.

He blows out more smoke. “Alright. Let me shower first, okay? I fucking stink.”

You smile and nod. “Okay.”

When he comes out, a little while later, the room is cast in a soft light from the bedside lamp.

You have the dildo, lube and strap laid out on the bed. You’re sitting there waiting for him, trying not to imagine him derailing this by his own insecurities, when he emerges with a towel loosely wrapped around his svelte waist and dark hair a damp mess.

He’s never looked so fucking good, golden skin shiny with water droplets that sparkle in the light. You can't help but stare and lick your lips.

“Ven aquí,” you hold out your hand and pull him towards you with an entrancing smile. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to st-”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Javi growls as he takes your face in his big hands and plants his lips on yours.

He nips on your bottom lip as his hand slides up under your dress to find you soaking for him again. A few brushes against your clit has your thighs spasming, but again you stop him, stepping back and lifting the dress over your head. 

You pull the faded towel off of him and turn him so he’s sitting on the bed.

"How do you want me?" Javi asks.

"Just like this," you say.

You kiss all over his tan skin, down his chest and towards the prominent swell of his cock resting against his belly; a small thicket of dark, curled hairs rests at the base, damp from the shower. 

He’s already leaking glossy pearls in anticipation as they string onto his skin. You kiss all around his groin, deliberately avoiding his cock as you lay him back.

Parting him by the knees, you smile and stroke the insides of his thighs.

"I want to kiss you."

He nods, pupils already blown and lips parted as he anticipates your every move.

Balls swollen like ripe plums hang heavy over the untouched skin of his taint where you run your tongue first. 

The soft snuffles from his nose indicate that he likes it, and you lick under his sack, sucking one of them into your mouth gently as he hisses in response. 

Trailing your mouth and planting kisses, you push his legs wider and he moans out as you find his dark, little hole and begin to wiggle the tip of your tongue over it.

Catching him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice, Javi's tone shifts to a higher pitch as you lick around the pink pucker of his ass.

“Fuck,” is all he can but utter on a choked whisper as you tongue him there. 

Teasing, licking and smooching around the most intimate part of him, a part that he’s never revealed so brazenly to anyone else before; you can tell by the way he’s all coiled up, fists clenched and back taut and rigid. Trying to relax into it, but feeling out of sorts at the same time as these new sensations flood over him.

He'd said he'd wanted to try it, was curious about the appeal, when you'd both opened up to each other about your fantasies.

You'd asked if he would try with you and he'd said yes, as he kissed you moaning into your mouth, and harder than he'd ever been at the idea.

Equally, you'd thought about nothing else since, planning on making it perfect for him.

Well, there was no perfect time than his birthday and it solved the conundrum of what to get him as a gift.

You flick your tongue over his hole, back and forth, back and forth, as he shudders. You can feel a little contraction as you push in the tip, a slight hesitation, as he grunts out. 

But Javi grabs his cock and begins stroking it while gritting his teeth. His breathy groans turn into heated growls as you continue to lick and explore his ass with your tongue, readying him up for what’s to come. 

You glance up at him, head craned back in the pillow and slack mouth open, and you know you won’t get that image out of your head for a while; it’s burned into it like a firebrand on raw cattle hide.

He looks fucking exquisite, paused in his own pleasure. His eyes catch yours when you stop, taking this moment to indulge.

“You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?” He questions looking down at you looking at him, as you kiss around his little, pink rim again.  

“Maybe.” You smirk. “But you are too, admit it. You like it.” 

"I do." He nods with a content snuffle.

You reach for the lube, squeezing a little out and running the smooth silk of it over his hole. He hisses, lips curling back over his teeth, with the coolness of it and you rub your finger over his hole; around in teasing, slow circles, gently increasing the pressing until the tip of your finger slips in. 

“Mmm,” he grunts. But you can feel him resisting as it pops out again. 

“Relax for me, Javi.” You pat his stomach reassuringly.  

You push again when he breathes out and your finger slips in, past the tip and proximal phalanx. You pull back and watch his face; eyes still closed and biting down on his full bottom lip.

His large hands twist at the sheets, gripping so tight they could tear. You pump gently, pushing further in each time and plant kisses on his thigh that twitches. 

“You’re doing so good,” you encourage, your mouth running up his thigh as you push your finger deeper with each pump, twisting and curling it until his whines become a strained gasp when you find that delicious, untouched spot. 

“Fuh…” Javi husks in a strangled moan.

“That’s the spot huh?” You smile. 

“Oh, fuck yes.” He pants as you stroke against it with a little more pressure. "Shit, that's..." He trails off, distracted by how damn good it feels.

His legs jerk as you rub against his spot and his cock literally pulses in response.

"Do that again."

"Are you begging me for more already, Agent Peña?" You grin as you stroke against him some more.

He looks drunk, eyes glazed over as he nods lazily, trying not to grin himself.

“Shall we try the strap?” You entice gently pulling your finger out.

He sits up on his elbows. “If we’re doing this… I-” The look on his face is a mixture of hesitation and fear despite the wild dilating of his eyes turning them into tar pools. 

“Why don't you ride me?” You encourage with a nod. “You can control the depth.”

“Jesus Christ…” Javi blushes almost immediately, a heated flush creeping to the tips of his ears. 

“If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” You confirm, reaching for the dildo and strap. “But I think you’re really going to like it,” you smile. 

“It’s small.” Javi says, sitting up fully as you belt it on, and you're not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. 

“Well, your ass is small.” You confirm taking a handful of his pert, little butt. “If you like it we can work up to a bigger one.” 

You squeeze lube all over the dildo and look up at him as you lay back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows. 

"Come here and kiss me, Javi."

He straddles you, leaning down to plant his lips on yours, and you can tell he’s nervous. You angle the silicone cock between you, as it brushes against the crack of his ass.

The veins in his neck swell, his teeth grinding as he feels it nestle between his cheeks, sticky and wet against his hole. 

You hold onto his hips, stroking over the creases in his inner thighs. He looks down at you, eyes deep and trusting, lips red and swollen like the end of his dick.

Big browns melting into you like chocolate. 

“Estas listo?” You ask.

“No,” he sighs with a slight crook of his lip and then chuckles. 

"Go slowly," you say.

He rocks back and forth gently, your hand clasps softly around his stiff cock, stroking as it glides in and out of your hand effortlessly with the remaining lube around your fingers.

You can feel him tentatively getting comfortable, the head of the dildo rubbing at his wet hole as he braves himself each time to push back that bit further onto it. 

He breathes out, relaxing, or trying to relax as best as he can. 

Javi stops, freezing, just as it pushes through the rim and gasps. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Slowly,” you ease again, your hand squeezing his thigh, rubbing gently. 

You’re tempted to buck up a little, help him through the initial pinching through the sphincters - you know he’ll be clenching.

But you also know he needs the control right now. He needs you to let him do it himself.

“I promise it’ll feel so good,” you say, jerking his cock a little harder. “Just relax.”

“I can’t relax when you’re doing that to my cock, fuck…” Javi groans. 

“I can stop-"

“No, no pares… feels so good.”

His fists press into the pillow either side of your head as he leans forward to drape kisses on your mouth and pelts your eyelashes with hot, tempered breaths. "You're fucking killing me, baby." He whispers.

"That's it, let it in. Fuck my cock, Javi. Just like that."

“Mm, shit…” he gasps as he lets his hips sink. “Bésame,” he says, pushing his lips against yours again.

You slip your tongue in his mouth as he whines, gasping as he breaks through. 

He slowly builds a momentum, one that steals his words and breath entirely as his grazed chin runs against your jaw. His cock slides into your palm further as he winds his hips. 

“Sit back, Javi. Let it fill you up.”

You put your hands on his thighs and push him backwards gently as he steadies himself upright. 

You raise both your knees up and it pushes the dildo further into his ass. 

“Fuck… Querida!” He pants, forehead and clavicle shiny with that sheen of sweat already as the room is engulfed with heat. 

“That feel good?” You ask, smiling at him.

God, he looks so fucking gorgeous on top of you right now. Face and chest flushed pink and glowing in the light. 

“Si, así, que bien se siente… Fuck!” 

“A little shift in position got you all fucked up, hmm?” You grin. 

“Fuck…” It’s all he can say as he works. 

You grip round his slippery, fat cock tighter, feeling it pulse against your palm like it has a spine of its own. 

“You’re cute when you ride me.”

“Shut up.” He grunts, blushing harder. 

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?” He gasps. 

“Shy.”

“Shut up.” He tries not to smirk under his moustache, but it’s fruitless. It pours out of his mouth like liquid gold dripping onto your tits. 

“You look so good, Javi. So fucking gorgeous.” He always does when he's on top giving it to you, but now you're giving it to him, and it's exquisite to watch him him take it all.

He leans forward again, kissing over your nose, making you smile as he works his hips a little faster on the end of your cock. “Querida, it feels-”

“Tell me.”

“It feels really good.” He grunts. “No puedo creer lo bien que se siente…”

“Told you you’d like it.” You giggle. You raise your hips again and he shudders. 

“Ah, fuck.”

“Your cock is so hard, Javi.” You say feeling it throb more in your fist. “You really like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your tight little ass, hmm?”

He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives you confirms it. He’s utterly beside it all, cracked open and split in half; a vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Drunk on silicone cock and drooling for more.

"Such a cock slut, aren't you?" 

"Hey!" He growls and you giggle again as he pants and whines.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, his large hands keep coming to your face and then to his hips, and back to your face again as he works and grinds. You’ve got him spun, in a tizz.

Javier Peña is a quivering wreck in front of you, on top of you, riding you.

It’s feels so fucking good he can’t think straight. 

You can only imagine what he’ll be like when you eventually get him face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of his cute little ass.

The thought makes that hot spark flash down your spine and fizz on the end of your clit. You clench around nothing as you fuck up into him some more.

He’s shaking, you can hear it in his voice, those shudders rolling waves on his smoky breath that dislodge from the back cavity of his throat and tumble into your face, all warm and exposed as they peel open. 

“Mmm… mmm.” They flow out of his mouth as jumbled whimpers; little rattled grazes of pleasure between gritted teeth that plead for more and cower in the corner behind terrified eye sockets.

You lean up planting kisses over the smooth crest of his sternum, tasting the salt brine that slicks across it mixing with sweet remnants of your own mango shower gel.

You feel one of his hands supporting the back of your head, combing through your hair as you suck his feverish skin into your mouth. 

“Still feel good?” You query, looking up at him. 

Javi nods, unable to speak and you decide to thrust up into him that bit deeper. 

“Fuck!” He whines loudly, his head snapping back.

You stroke his cock harder, wet and rock solid in your hand as you pump. His whole body shakes now, moving in tandem with you.

“Are you gonna come soon, Javi?”

“Fuck… yeah…” he whispers raggedly. "Si, si..."

He pulls you up a little closer to him. Just his hips move, his cock crushed between the two of you now as he cradles you close, slicking between your stomachs as he grinds his ass deep on the dildo. 

“Oh fuck!” He growls louder, more unrestrained. 

“Yeah. That’s it.” You enthuse. 

He takes his cock, jerking it hard; sitting fully upright as his hips swivel around on the dildo stuffed tight in his ass. 

“Come for me, Javi.” You urge him, reaching up to stroke his chest. "Come all over me."

You buck up into him again, holding onto his shoulders, weighing him down on the dildo, noticing he’s stopped moving, and then he utterly loses it. 

The tip of his cock pulses and squirts thick, pearly ribbons of come from it, splashing over your breasts. 

He grunts with the strain, the pleasure coursing through his body at breakneck speed, flooding him. It feels like electricity in his bones, water filling in his lungs. 

“Fuck, fuck… fuck!” He pants. A small, breathy chuckle escapes him as he ejaculates; his cock continuing to leak all over his hand and you keep going, pushing up into him as he explodes. 

You kiss him delicately, pecking and licking at his lips.

“Mmm shit,” he murmurs against you. 

You buck up again, fucking him that little bit harder as he keeps fucking his fist.

“You’re not done yet, Javi.”

There’s so much of it spilling out of him onto your chest as the dildo rubs against the place deep inside of him that makes him boneless putty in your arms. 

“Q-querida.” He stammers out.

“Mmhmm?” 

“Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah!” He puffs. 

“You coming again?”

“I don't think I've stopped... Jesus fucking Christ!”

"You feel so good, Javi." You praise as he whines and whimpers endlessly.

He flops forward, his body trembling.

“Do you think you can take it a little bigger next time?”

“Mmm, fuck… next time? I… shit.” He can’t even think about next time, he’s still reeling from this time. 

“You don’t want to?”

“No I do… no te detengas… I really fucking do.” He’s gasping now, babbling almost in a mix of clumsy Spanish and English as he tries to get his thoughts straight.

He doesn’t want it to end. His hand is a sticky mess, warm and full of his spend that keeps leaking from him. 

You giggle as he pushes his forehead against yours, the sweat slipping across it as he breathes out. He can barely keep himself upright. 

“Can I fuck you a bit harder?” You ask. 

“Que?”

"I wanna fuck you. From behind."

"Si..."

“On your hands and knees, baby.” You smirk at him as you kneel up between his legs as he gets into position.

You squirt some more lube over the dildo and push it gently against his stretched little hole. It squelches as you slide in easily and he hums out in keen want. 

You hold onto his cheeks, squeezing as you thrust your hips forward gently, sliding the dildo in with ease as he’s open and relaxed; nice and deep, and his groans shake the walls. 

His hand comes over his mouth as though he’s in shock at the noises he just made. 

“Let it out, baby.” You say. “I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Javi.”

“Mmm-mmm-mmm-fuck-fuck!” He faceplants into the pillow, back arching in a way you’ve never seen him flex before.

You see him push back, chasing your cock as you withdraw and plunge in. 

“You can’t get enough, can you?” You snicker.

He doesn’t answer, but you know that he wants more; know that he’s close to breaking point again as you fuck him harder. The slick pops of the dildo in and out of his ass fill your ears alongside his moans and growls.

He takes you well, takes you that bit harder as you fuck with determined resilience, your hips snapping into him now.

You’ll know he’ll stop you if it’s too much, you remind him to, but the way he’s growling and panting tells you he never wants you to stop.

“Querida, don’t… I… shit. Fuck!” He pants. “I can’t believe you’re fucking inside me, no puedo creerlo.”

Javi whines, long and low as you grind a little more frantically now, fuck him deeper as he twists at the sheets, grinds on his teeth until they’re worn down to flat stumps in his gums. 

“Come for me, Javier.” You press.

His cock still hasn’t fully recovered yet, still half hard, but it doesn’t matter, another creamy load starts to leak from it as you grind up agaisnt that sweet spot inside him, spurting thick globs across the sheets below him.

And he can’t quite believe it. 

“There we go.” You praise as you watch Javi shatter into pieces for the second time. 

You lean over him, kissing his clammy back gently. "You okay?" You whisper in his ear.

He nods, turning to catch your lips on his his. You pull out of him slowly and gently, discarding the strap-on across the messed up bed and nuzzle into him as he collapses on his back. 

He welcomes you in with open, trembling arms, sticky with sweat and come. You feel it smear across your stomach as you get comfy, gluing yourself to him. 

“Fuck,” Javi whimpers into your hairline, a shaky kiss pasted there. 

“How do you feel?” You ask, fingers stroking over his cut jaw. 

He sighs out. “Like... I need about fifty cigarettes.” Javi chuckles, his chest rumbling under you. "Shit."

"You liked it?"

"Si, very much so." He squeezes you in his arms.

“So, do you still hate birthdays?” You query with a smirk after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat regain its regular pace. 

The heat in the room is still stifling and you stick further to him.

Javi chuckles, shaking his head with some slack wonderment. “Sin comentarios.” 

“I’ll take that as a no,” you confirm with a grin, nuzzling into him. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javi.”

"Gracias, querida."

JAVI SPANISH:

Si, cariño - Yes, baby/darling

Vamos a casa - Let's go home

Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Birthday

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Ojos en el camino, señor - Keep your eyes on the road, sir

No te arrepentirás lo prometo - You won't regret it, I promise

Querida - Dear/baby/darling

Sabes que lo hago - You know I do

Mierda - Shit

Ven aquí - Come here

Estas listo? - Are you ready?

No, no pares - No, don't stop

Bésame - Kiss me

Si, así, que bien se siente - Yes, it feels so good

No puedo creer lo bien que se siente - I can't believe how good it feels

No te detengas - Don't stop

Que? - What?

No puedo creerlo - I can't believe it

Sin comentarios - No comment

Gracias, querida - Thank you, darling

Thanks so much for reading! Please consider re-blogging if you enjoyed this story. I'd love to know your thoughts on pegging Javi! Thank you, lovelies! 🖤

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A/N: the Javier Peña brain rot is in full swing! Mans just deserves all the simple pleasures in life including face masks, a bath with his lover, and fresh fruit 🤍 thank you @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for betaing and translating! You already know how much I adore you, cariño ;)

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: a glimpse of a self care evening with your boyfriend Javier Peña

Pairing | Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: domestic fluff, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, no age gap, intimacy, implied smut, Javier is in love, both the reader and Javier speak fluent Spanish, grumpy!javi, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Espero que tengas razón, querida - I hope you’re right, darling

Bésame, Javier - Kiss me, Javier

Te quiero, mi corazón - I love you, my heart.

Te quiero, Jav - I love you, Jav

¿De verdad tengo elección, hermosa? - Do I really have a choice, hermosa?

¿Te metes en la bañera conmigo, querida? - Are you going to join me in the tub, darling?

Mmm, paciencia, mi amor - Mhm. Patience, my love

¿Confías en mí, no? - You trust me, don’t you?

Pues claro que confío en ti, querida - Of course I trust you, darling

Relájate - Relax

¡Joder! Esto está más frío de lo que me esperava - Fuck! That is colder than I was expecting

Sí lo es, pero es un frío resfrecante, ¿no? - It is, but it’s a refreshing cold, no?

Eres tan preciosa, cariño. Pero esto huele raro, y hace cosquillas - You’re so beautiful, baby. But this stuff smells funny, and it tickles

Muy guapo, Javi - Very handsome, Jav

Muy americano - Very American

Juguetona - Tease

Te necesito, hermosa. Por favor. - Need you, gorgeous. Please

¿Me puedes leer un poco, amor - Will you read to me, lover?

Pero estás tan guapo con las gafas puestas, Jav - But you look so handsome in them, Jav

Y me los pongo sólo para ti, querida - And I wear them just for you, darling

Javier Peña almost never finds the time to relax. That is until you have something to say about it. Your boyfriend believes that self care comes in the shape of a bottle, lighter, and cigarette pack. Your definition of self care is vastly different, but Javier is always a good sport, even if he’s reluctant at first.

“Hermosa, I’m failing to understand how this shit that you wanna put on my face is supposed to be relaxing.” He grumbles and drags his hand through water being filled in the tub. He’s careful to not accidentally light himself on fire due to the surrounding candles that were lit for an added ambience.

“Javier, this ‘shit’ is relaxation in a jar, guapo.” You sit along the edge of the tub with the homemade face mask resting in your lap.

He looks over at you, a few wispy strands of hair fall over his face and you reach over to gently brush them away. He catches your hand gently and pressed his plush lips to the underside of your fingertips. The trimmed hairs on his mustache lightly tickles your skin. He chuckles, eyes meeting yours.

“Espero que tengas razón, querida.”

You smile softly at him as he affectionately kisses your fingertips. You lean in close, nose brushing against his and whisper, “Bésame, Javier.”

He gently guides your fingers to rest along his sharp jawline before he closes the short gap between you and kisses you sweetly. If Javier Peña didn’t have such a demanding job, he would spend all day kissing you like this.

When he pulls away you bring your finger to the tip of his nose and lightly boop it. His face scrunches inwards at your affection.

“Te quiero, mi corazón.”

He always makes a point to tell you that he loves you. It’s important to him, and everything that he believes in. You’re special to him, and if that means he has to put up with a bit of pampering just to see you smile? So be it.

“Te quiero, Jav.” You peck his lips once more before pulling away. “Ready for some self care?”

“¿De verdad tengo elección, hermosa?”

“No.” You grin.

Soon after your dashing DEA agent is stripped down and relaxing comfortably in the tub with his arms resting on either side of the smooth porcelain. The decor in your shared bathroom reflects both of your personalities. Bright, bold, yet comforting. You and Javier both share a deep love for houseplants so it comes as no surprise that your shared bathroom is like a mini version of the Colombian rainforest.

“¿Te metes en la bañera conmigo, querida?” He asks while watching you pull the hem of your shirt over your head.

“Mmm, paciencia, mi amor.”

He huffs at this and settles deeper into the warm water and surrounding bubbles.

Once you’re undressed, you gather up yours and Javi’s clothes and fold them in a neat pile on the closed toilet seat.

He lets out a relaxed hum when he’s finally graced by your familiar presence in the tub while you situate yourself between his strong thighs. You wrap your legs around his torso, your stomach lightly pressed against his as his arms loop around your waist, hands splayed against your lower back. His thumbs gently tracing patterns along your spine as you unscrew the cap on the face mask jar.

“It’s going to feel a bit cold at first, Jav. But I promise you that it’s nice and relaxing. “¿Confías en mí, no?”

“Pues claro que confío en ti, querida.”He nods with a smile tugging against his lips.

You kiss the corner of his mouth before dipping your fingers into the jar collecting a bit of the paste. “Good boy. Close your eyes, okay? Relájate.” You whisper.

Javi’s lashes flutter shut just as you begin to apply the mask to his skin. He makes a grumbled sound from how cold it feels. It’s refreshing, in a sense. But the DEA agent isn’t quite ready to admit that yet.

“¡Joder! Esto está más frío de lo que me esperava.” He hissed between his clenched teeth.

“Sí lo es, pero es un frío resfrecante, ¿no?”

He begrudgingly agrees.

You’re careful to make sure that none of the product accidentally gets into his mustache. He peeks an eye open to see just how focused you are on applying this mask, and his heart swells.

“Javier.” You playfully chide.“No mires.”

He chuckles and slowly lets his hands rest along your hips now and pulls you in closer.

“Eres tan preciosa,cariño. Pero esto huele raro, y hace cosquillas.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his playful complaining and finish applying the mask. “Muy guapo, Javi.”

“Now it’s your turn to relax, hermosa.” He releases you from his gentle grip and takes the jar from your hands. He brings it up to his nose and takes a quick sniff, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

“Strawberries? Muy americano.” He teases.

“Says the man who sometimes uses my strawberry scented body wash.” You tease back.

He huffs at this, shaking his head as he looks at you. It’s in that moment that you wish you had a camera just so you could take a picture of him.

“Because it smells like you, querida.” He whispers and begins to gently apply the face mask. His touch is gentle, delicate and even though he tells you to close your eyes, you keep them open just so you can stare at his beautiful face.

While the face masks dry, you find yourself feeding Javier pieces of fruit that you cut up earlier. He makes a suggestive comment of wanting to eat you instead, but you decline and place another sliver of ripe mango between his perfect kissable lips. A bit of juice rolls down the corner of his lips and chin and before he can wipe it away, you lean in and playfully lick up the stray drops.

“Juguetona.” He mutters.

By the time Javier has gotten his fill of fruit, the masks are completely dry and you both gently begin to wash them off. Once your skin is bare, he wastes no time with molding his lips against yours while your arms drape around his neck, fingers sliding through the back of his hair.

“Te necesito, hermosa. Por favor.” He pants softly against your lips.

So, you let him have you.

You don’t think you’ve ever loved a man more than you love Javier Peña when he insists on getting out of the tub first just so he can wrap you up in a towel. He even lets you apply moisturizer to his face before you find yourselves in bed at last.

He’s having his bedtime cigarette while you’re reading your book with your head resting comfortably against his chest.

“Jav?” You ask softly.

“Yes, querida?” He tilts his chin down so he can look at you and blows the smoke off to the side.

“¿Me puedes leer un poco, amor?”

He’s already reaching for your book and gently plucking it from your hands. He knows how much you love his voice, and he’s happy to oblige. He however, hates his reading glasses with a passion, and thinks he looks silly in them. But for you, he’ll do anything to make you happy.

“Hate the way these silly things look on my face.” He huffs as he adjusts his reading glasses on his face.

“Pero estás tan guapo con las gafas puestas, Jav.”

He finishes off his cigarette and douses it in the bedside ashtray before his attention focuses on you once more. His freehand drops down to your face, cupping your jaw gently as he leans down. He kisses you sweetly as his thumb brushes across your cheekbone.

“Y me los pongo sólo para ti, querida.”

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Feliz Navidad

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking Latina f!reader (No race, skin color, or nationality mentioned. I tried my best to include small parts of each Spanish-speaking Latin American country.)

Word count: 11.3k+

Summary: At every family reunion, the relentless interrogation about your love life becomes a tiring ritual. Fed up with the relentless questions and awkward setups, you turn to Javi, your best friend, and ask him to be your date for the upcoming family Christmas party. He suggests that you take it a step further by pretending to be a couple. Can the two of you play pretend, especially when, in reality, you both harbor secret feelings for each other?

Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI) Tags and CW: slight angst, happy ending, fake dating, friends to lovers, jealous and possessive Javi, reader and Javi are in their 20s, not canon, just a smidge of idiots in love, reader wears a dress, lingerie, makeup, and is shorter than Javi, alcohol consumption, Javi being cheesy with your family, unprotected piv, cowgirl, use of a sex toy, oral (female receiving) reader likes to pull Javi's hair, creampie, slight cum eating, Javi loving his cum inside you.

A/N: I’m on vacation and meant to upload this on the 24th, but didn’t have time to add the translations. Sorry for the delay, tarde pero seguro. Enjoy! 

"Come on, Javi," you plead again, watching him chew thoughtfully. There's a sense of urgency in your voice as you desperately hope he’ll agree to be your date for your family’s Christmas gathering. "Please, I'm practically begging you. I'll get down on my hands and knees if I have to." This finally grabs his attention. Caught off guard while swallowing, he hears your words and can't help but let his imagination run wild. The image of you begging, not just for any favor, but for him – for his cock, fills his mind. With a sudden intensity, he forces the last bite of the torta cubana down his throat, triggering a fit of coughing.

Reacting quickly, you reach for the glass of iced water on the table, extending it toward him without a word. He accepts the offering from your outstretched hand, bringing the cool glass to his lips. In a fluid motion, Javi tilts his head back, the cup cradled by his fingers.

Your attention zeroes in on the man before you: The plushness of his lower lip curves around the rim of the glass; as he takes a sip, droplets of water cascade down, catching the afternoon sun and creating a glistening effect.

Mesmerized, you trace the path of those droplets, leading you to the delicate contours of his pink lips. Descending further with your gaze, you focus on his neck, where the rhythmic bobbing of his Adam's apple accompanies each sip. Involuntarily, you shift in your seat, a futile attempt to dispel the growing sensation stirring between your thighs.

Breaking the spell, he speaks, his voice rough as he clears his throat, "Okay, I'll be your date."

A wave of relief washes over you, and gratitude spills forth, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're so perfect. My family will love you."

A quizzical expression lingers on Javi's face as he asks, "Why don't you get a real date?" Despite knowing you could have your pick of anyone, there's genuine happiness in his eyes—an unspoken relief that you won't be taking another man to meet your family.

You sigh and offer an explanation, “I haven't met anyone, and it's pretty weird to introduce some stranger to your entire family on the first date. "Ya te dije (I already told you), my family keeps pestering me about getting a boyfriend. It's the same thing every Christmas, '¿nena y el novio? (baby girl and the boyfriend?)’ 'Mami, quiero que conozcas al sobrino de la vecina de mi comadre. (Mami, I want you to meet my friend’s neighbor's nephew.)’ '¿Mija, ya tienes novio? ('Mija, do you already have a boyfriend?)’ I love them, and they mean well, but I can't take any more of it. Hopefully, when I show up and say that we're just getting to know each other, it will shut them up until New Year's. But by then, I'll tell them we work better as friends, and they'll pity me, so I'll be off the hook for maybe two years."

A knowing look crosses Javi's face as he probes, "And this has nothing to do with the fact that Caleb will be there?"

You groan at the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. "A little bit," you mumble, slumping in your chair as thoughts of him flood your mind. "He's probably going to bring some girl, and if I show up alone," you pause, giving Javi a sweet smile, "without my best friend, my family will find out I had a boyfriend and I kept it from them."

You didn't mean to keep your relationship with Caleb hidden. You just didn't want to tell your family you had a boyfriend, in case the relationship failed—and guess what, it did. Two months into your relationship, you found out he was still talking to his ex, and you dumped him before shit got worse. Fortunately, your decision to keep your family in the dark spared you from telling them about Caleb, so you didn't have to share the news about the breakup, which, unfortunately for you, meant you had to see him at parties since his parents were friends with your uncle.

"Why don't we tell them we're in a relationship? Like, boyfriend and girlfriend," Javi suggests, attempting to sound confident, though inwardly, he's praying you won't freak out and shoot down the idea.

You blink, momentarily caught off guard and unsure of how to respond. Javier panics at your silence and rushes to add, "I mean, they already know who I am, and we know everything about each other. It would be more believable."

Chewing on your lip, you contemplate what he's proposed. It would be convincing, you think.

“Are there any embarrassing moments that your family will bring up that I should be aware of, my beautiful girlfriend?” Javi teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

In response, you roll up a napkin, forming a makeshift ball, and throw it at him, the projectile hitting him directly on the forehead. Javi grumbles good-naturedly, a blend of irritation and laughter, and you purposely ignore the flutter in your heart. "No, you’ll never hear those."

“Okay fine,” Javi huffs, a mock pout on his face. “What’s the story then?”

"Story? For what?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Javi looks at you as if you're not making the slightest bit of sense. “The story we’ll tell your family. You know they'll ask us so many questions.”

He's right. Your family will undoubtedly bombard you both with questions, seeing as they only know him as your friend and not the guy you've been secretly harboring feelings for.

"I mean, in movies, they always seem to have background stor-" Javi abruptly stops, hoping you don't make the connection about the kind of movies he's referring to.

But, of course, you catch it. “¿Aww, te gustan los romcoms, Javi? (Aww, do you like romcoms, Javi?)”

"¡No!" He blurts out, his face turning a shade of red that extends from his face to the tips of his ears. "We've just- we need to establish a timeline."

Watching him stumble through the sentence, you decide to spare him further embarrassment. "Mmm... we can say we've been dating for a month. It's enough that they won't scold me for not telling them about the relationship earlier, right?"

"We can say I asked you out right after Thanksgiving, so that gives us a little over a month since Thanksgiving was on the 22nd."

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good. And are you okay with staying over at my aunt's house since we'll be drinking? Or do you want to drive back to your apartment after we say our goodbyes?"

"Wait, your aunt with the big-ass house is hosting Christmas for your family this year?" He asks, sitting straighter in his chair. Javi's excitement is palpable as you nod. "Yeah, I'm staying over," he declares.

“Trae dos mudas de ropa (bring two changes of clothes)," you instruct him.

“¿Pjs y algo para la recalentada? (Pjs and something for the afterparty?)” Javi guesses but needs confirmation, not wanting to make a fool of himself. In fact, he's determined to make a good impression on your family.

"Mhm," you hum in agreement and then ask him about his previous plans. "You said you weren't going to spend Christmas with your family. Are you sure?"

"My dad's going to Monterrey, and I didn't get my passport renewed, and it's too late now. It's fine; I like spending time with your family." I like spending time with you.

"You just want to get fed," you tease.

"How'd you know," he goes along with your teasing tone.

“Ya te conozco (I already know you),” you tell him, and Javi feels butterflies in his stomach.

Your phone vibrates on top of the white and blue plaid tablecloth. You pick it up and see a notification that your Christmas dress is ready for pickup. "Oh shit, I've gotta go pick up my dress." You scramble to get up and collect your trash.

Javi gently grabs your wrist and tells you, “Ve. Te tiro tu basura. (Go. I'll throw your trash away.)"

Your breath hitches at his touch, and you thank him. You drop your Coke can and take a few steps until you reach him. "You're the best. I love you." You lower yourself a bit to give him a kiss on the cheek. His heart races, and he's scared you'll see him turn beet red, so he stands up and envelops you in a hug. He's hit with your smell, and a groan nearly falls from his lips.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8," he says in a shaky voice, whispering into your ear. Grateful for the long-sleeve shirt you decided to wear that morning, your skin breaks into goosebumps around his body. "That's still early, you know?" you object into his chest.

Feeling the lower half of his body respond to having you so close, he pulls away, not wanting to scare you or make you uncomfortable. “¿Entonces a las ocho y media? (So at eight-thirty?)” he asks, now standing a couple of steps away from you.

"See you then," you nod. Glancing at your watch, you realize you really have to get going.

"What color will your dress be?" he asks before you leave.

"Red," you smile, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

Javi gulps; red is his favorite color. He wonders if he'll be able to handle seeing you in it while pretending to be your boyfriend.

"Bye, te veo mañana (see you tomorrow),” you say goodbye one last time.

"Bye," he waves and watches you walk off. As soon as you're out of his view, he's left standing there, hands on his face, and he groans into his palms. Yeah, he doesn't know how he'll get through tomorrow night pretending he's in love with you because he is in love with you but can't show it.

Just as you apply the last coat of lipstick in your foyer mirror, you hear a knock on your door. Palms slightly damp, you start second-guessing taking Javi to your family party. You hear him say your name through the locked door and quickly tell him you're coming. With a slightly trembling hand, you turn the doorknob, your heart thudding in your chest at the sight of Javi. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a red cable-knit sweater, and God, he smells amazing—tones of sage, wood, and maybe some bergamot. All you know is that you want to push him against the door and put your mouth all over him—mouth, neck, chest, cock—you don't have a preference.

While you're busy ogling him, Javi is staring at you with his jaw near the floor. You're in a burgundy dress with black flowers all over, accentuating your beautiful figure. He makes a mistake when his gaze moves up, landing on your lips. Javi has to bite his tongue to suppress a groan at the sight of your luscious red-stained lips. They look so plush and enticing, and he twitches in his pants.

"Hi, Jav," you greet him in your sweet voice, making him look into your eyes.

The way your eyes sparkle, almost makes him lose his composure and profess his feelings for you. "¿Estas lista? (Are you ready?)" He says instead. 

"I just need to get my gifts," you point to the large gift bag you have set on the floor of your foyer. You only have two gifts in the much too large bag because your family does Secret Santa since it would be rather expensive to get each member of your family a gift. When you bend down to grab your things, Javi gets a perfect view of your round ass. He can't tear his eyes from you until he feels himself growing in his pants. He exhales trying to will his hard-on to go away. On his fifth breathing exercise, you turn around and tell him you're ready to go. Ever the gentleman, he signals for you to step out of your home first. 

"I just need to get my gifts," you point to the large gift bag set on the floor of your foyer. You only have two gifts in the much too large bag because your family does Secret Santa, as it would be rather expensive to get each member of your family a gift. When you bend down to gather your things, Javi gets a perfect view of your round ass. He can't tear his eyes away until he feels himself growing in his pants. He exhales, trying to will his hard-on to go away. On his fifth breathing exercise, you turn around and tell him you're ready to go. Ever the gentleman, he signals for you to step out of your home first.

As you brush past him, he's hit with the aroma of your perfume, and the sweetheart line of your dress offers a perfect view of your cleavage. He has to close his eyes to focus on anything else. After you lock up, he leads you to his car, takes the bag from you, and uses his free hand to help you down the steps. He opens the passenger door, puts your bag in the back seat, and goes to his seat to start the truck. You watch as he reverses, placing a hand behind your seat's headrest. His single hand moves the steering wheel, and you have to physically stop a whine from slipping past your mouth by biting your lip. You feel the wetness accumulate between your thighs, and you don't know how you'll get through the night.

The car ride over was hell on earth for both of you. Javi had to resist the urge to reach over and place his hand on your perfect thighs and move it further up. And you had to watch as Javi handled the gear stick with his big hands and thick fingers. You're both relieved to make it to your aunt's house. Javi insists on opening the door for you, and when he helps you get out of his truck, he gives you his hand to guide you. Next thing you know, he's taking the items from the back seat. Javi swings a backpack filled with his stuff, including clothes, and the bag where you have your gifts. You take it from him without him noticing, and he takes out a chocoflan.

You hear the house door open, and people beckon you over. Javi closes the door and takes your hand in his. He leads you up to the entrance, and you hear gasps and mutters coming from your family.

“¡Ay, mi sobrinita! (Oh, my little niece!)" one of your uncles yells as you're inches away from the door.

“¡Tío!” you exclaim, happy to see him. Before you can say anything else, he gives you a bear hug. You slowly push off to turn to Javi, who is still holding your hand. “Tío, this is Javier, my boyfriend." Your uncle's eyes widen a little, but it's quickly replaced with joy.

“Javi, él es mi tío Nicolás, es el tío de mi papá (Javi, this is my uncle, Nicolás, he's my dad's uncle)," you explain to your boyfriend for the night.

Javi gently untangles your laced hands and extends his hand to your uncle. “Buenas noches. ¿Cómo está? (Good evening! How are you?)"

“Hola, Chavalo. Bien gracias (Hey, kid. Fine, thanks)," your uncle replies and shakes Javi's hand. "And you?"

Their handshake ends and Javi pulls you into his side. "Me alegra. Estoy muy bien ya que estoy con ella (I'm glad to hear that. I'm very well now that I'm with her),” Javi tells your uncle, giving him a dashing smile while he gives you a lovey-dovey look.

You don't know who is happier at Javi's response—your uncle or you. "Oh, here, I brought dessert," Javier hands your uncle Nicolás the custard dessert with a chocolate cake base.

“Come in, come in,” the older man ushers you inside the house.

“Miren quien llegó (Look who arrived),” your uncle's voice rumbles throughout the house. Footsteps make their way to you three, and your family's faces light up. Voices overlap, greeting you, but they seem confused over the man beside you.

“¡Hola!” you smile. "This is Javi, he's my boyfriend," you introduce, rubbing his arm.

Javi doesn't get a word in because your cousin slaps his back and says, “¡Habla, pe causa!” Javi smiles and tells him good evening.

Once your cousin goes away, you whisper to Javi, "That was César, and he said, 'What's up, man.'"

"I knew that," Javi lies, running his tongue over his cheek.

“¡Como que ya tienes novio! (What do you mean you have a boyfriend!)" a familiar voice screeches from the living room.

You cringe as you hear your mom's angry voice and your dad telling her to calm down. Fuck, I forgot I have to tell my parents about Javi, you think.

When your parents see Javi, they physically relax. "Javi!" She gasps. “¿Él es tu novio? (He's your boyfriend?)” Your mom asks.

“Él es mi novio,” you confirm. Javi's heart leaps because somehow in Spanish, you calling him your boyfriend sounds a million times better.

"¡Ay, qué alegría! (Oh, what joy!)" She says and clasps her hands. For a long time, she's asked you if you two are anything more than friends, and she's always disappointed when you say no.

"I'm happy for you, mija," your dad tells you, hugging you.

"Thank you, Dad," you say relieved at their quick acceptance of Javi.

"Tu mamá está muy feliz (Your mom is very happy). It's just that you told your aunt first, and she was blindsided," your dad fills you in, and you hear your name being called. You whip your head to the kitchen and see your aunt coming to you with her arms extended.

“Titi Yalissa," you muffle into her curly hair. Your aunt jumps up and down with you in her arms. "Oh, I missed you so much," she says and lets go of you once she remembers what you told her. "Where's your boyfriend?"

You grab Javi's hand and bring him closer to your aunt. "Javi, this is my aunt Yalissa."

“Titi, this is the guy I told you about. His name is Javier."

"Es un placer conocer al hombre que tiene a mi niña tan feliz (It's a pleasure to meet the man who has my little girl so happy)."

Javier smiles at your aunt's happiness and decides to comment on her house and thank her for the invitation. "It's my pleasure. Tiene una casa hermosa (you have a beautiful house)," he pauses to look over at you, “como su sobrina (like your niece). Thank you for inviting me." Your heart thuds in your chest at Javi's words.

Everyone around you coos and awws, and you feel your ears burn.

"Let me show you your rooms, so you can set your things."

You and Javi follow your aunt up the stairs and into the hallway. She comments on how good you two look together and how it's adorable that you're matching. Her observation catches you off guard, and you look at both of your outfits. Oh my God! Is that why he asked me what color my dress was? Did he want to match? While you're lost in thought, you miss Javi's charming words about how perfect you look.

"Javi, this will be your room," your aunt points at a room on the left side. She says your name and then points at the room at the end of the hall, "Your room is still untouched, and you have your clothes there if you need anything."

Someone calls her from the kitchen, and she apologizes, telling you to come downstairs when you're ready for some food.

When Javier hears her descend the stairs, he asks you, "We're not sharing a room?"

"No. She's kinda against pre-marital sex."

Javi shoots you a look that says he knows you haven't made a vow of chastity.

"Okay, she doesn't know that," you say.

Javi sets his backpack in his room, and you make your way to the small dining room.

"Nena (babygirl), how are you?”

“Tía Mercedes!” you scream once another one of your aunts comes into view.

“Every day you get more and more beautiful!” she says to you. “Oh, and where is that boyfriend of yours? Tu tío Beto me dijo que vos ya tenés uno (Your uncle Beto told me you already have one.)”

For what feels like the hundredth time, you introduce Javi. Your aunt gushes over him and is scandalized when she hears he hasn’t eaten yet.

“No puedo creer que no les han dado nada de comer (I can't believe they haven't given you anything to eat). Come here.” She leads you to where the food is laid out, and to say it’s a lot is an understatement.

"Okay, so we’ve got croquetas, empanadas, ceviche, tamales, pasteles, chuchitos, pan con pollo, carne asada, hallacas, chimichurri, tostones, hornado de chancho, pavo al horno, chipa, pan dulce, y no se qué más." Your aunt lists off the myriad of food, whether it’s side dishes or main courses.

“And to drink, there’s coquito, champurrado, atol, ponche, arroz con leche, café con queso, chocolate caliente. If you want something else, you can ask Beto. It’s probably in the kitchen.”

You and Javi grab whatever you crave and add it to your plate before heading to the larger dining room. Everything had been going well until you saw your ex. Javi noticed you tense up, and he followed your line of sight, landing on your ex-boyfriend, Caleb. With food and drinks in his hands, Javi couldn’t physically comfort you. A soft whisper from him, a simple “Hey,” was enough to unfreeze you, and you both walked to your seats, strategically far away from Caleb and his girlfriend.

Dinner went by smoothly. Your family was eager to learn about the new man in your life, and you explained that before becoming your boyfriend, he had been your best friend and someone you trusted with your life. One of your little cousins was curious about how he asked you to be his girlfriend. To your surprise, Javi spun an elaborate story about taking you stargazing and making it official under the night sky. He described the story with such vivid detail that it brought tears to your eyes, and your family found it incredibly heartwarming. Little did they know, part of those tears were tinged with sorrow, knowing that after this night, the charade of this "relationship" would come to an end. The other part of you felt pure love for Javi, appreciating the effort he was putting into making your family believe in your fake romance.

After clearing the plates and sharing the story, Javi couldn’t help but notice Caleb shooting daggers his way. Frankly, he didn’t care about Caleb's feelings, but when he saw him staring at you, Javi couldn’t suppress the desire to leap across the table and strangle him. Thankfully, one of your cousins interrupted and announced that a game of lotería would be played outside if anyone wanted to join.

You take your cup of ponche, and Javi grabs his cup of atol as you both make your way to the backyard, where a table is already set up for the game. Soon, the table of 25 is full, and some have to wait for the next round. With beans in hand, you eagerly listen for the first card to be called.

“Ahí les va la primera tarjeta (Here comes the first card),” Uriel, your favorite cousin's husband, warns. He shuffles the cards in the deck and flips the first one over.

“La Sirena (the siren).”

You squeal and instantly put your bean on top of the square where a siren is underwater. You hear groans from the people who didn’t have the siren on their cards. Javi, not having much luck, simply watched you with the biggest smile, reveling in your excitement over the lead.

Uriel flips the next card and announces, “La Luna (the moon).”

This time, neither you nor Javi has luck. Displeased, you watch as Caleb places a bean on his card.

“¡El soldado! (The soldier!)”

You look at your card—nothing. You look at Javi’s card—still nothing. A feeling of being watched makes your head turn to Caleb, and he’s smirking at Javi because he got another bean on his table. “Not good at lotería,” Caleb tuts, “is there something you’re actually good at?” he says condescendingly. 

You have half a mind to tell him all the ways Javi is perfect, even throwing in a few lies about your fake intimate life, but Javi rests his right hand on your thigh, and just like that, all your hatred bubbles away.

“Before I call the next one, does anyone have all three characters?” Whoops and cheers come from a few uncles, cousins, and family friends. “Okay, does anyone have a line nearly filled?” Uriel asks another question, and this time is met with silence.

“Bueno (Oh well),” he moves on and pulls from the deck, “La maceta (flowerpot).” You wish you had one of those to throw at Caleb’s head. Your wish is answered when someone yells, “¡Aguas!” You and Javi instantly duck, and much to your dismay (not), Caleb doesn’t, and the flying rag hits him right between his eyes. He groans in pain and starts to pick a fight with Marta, one of your cousins. Marta's fiancé stands up for your cousin, “Sos un hijo de remil putas. He told you to watch out. It's your fault you didn't listen." Everyone agrees with Flavia, and they tell Caleb he should've ducked. Your ex finally shuts up, and your family urges Uriel to draw the next card.

“El cotorro (the parrot)." Javi moves quickly and places the bean he's had in his hand for a while. You're so happy for him; that you nearly spill your drink onto the table.

A few more cards are drawn, and you haven't made as much progress, but Javi, on the other hand, has his card nearly full of beans. He needs four consecutive beans in a straight line, but he's missing two beans to win.

“La mano (The hand)." 

“Concha-tu-madre,” an uncle seethes in frustration as he doesn't have the hand on his card, but you know who does—Javi. 

“Ya me agüitaron (Ya’ll bummed me out). I'm going to put on music," your cousin, Darío, says, abandoning the game and hooking up his phone to the speaker. 

“El árbol (the tree.)” You sigh in disappointment as the last character Javi needs isn't called.

Music and various curse words fill the air, including but not limited to coño, jueputa, mamaguevo, japiro. 

"We have four potential winners," Uriel announces, "Y ahora... el gorrito (and now... the little hat)." 

“Mierda,” Javi's voice falls into a whisper because he doesn't have that card. By this point, he's memorized the entirety of his table, and when the hat was called, he knew it wouldn't be on his card.

You look around the table and see that Javi is among three people who need one more bean to win. 

"Let's see," Uriel says as he shuffles the cards. “El valiente (the brave man)” is yelled, and before you can react, Javi screams, "Lotería!" 

Everyone whips their head to your 'boyfriend,' and Uriel rushes to check Javi's card. You're filled with joy and practically bouncing in your seat. 

"We have a winner!" Uriel whoops, patting Javi's shoulder. 

"Beso, beso, beso (kiss, kiss, kiss)" your family chants, wanting you to celebrate with your boyfriend. Your breathing labors, and you don't know how to get out of it. Luckily, you get called to the kitchen, and Javi looks relieved. Your heart drops. He didn't want to kiss me. You excuse yourself and hurriedly make your way to the kitchen.

Javi's left in his seat trying to regulate his heartbeat. He didn't want to kiss you. Not because he didn't want to. God, he wanted to taste your lips, but he's scared that if he kisses you, he'll never stop.

In the kitchen, you scoop food into Tupperware for you and Javi, when you hear a man say, "You said he was just a friend,” the voice accuses. 

"Caleb," you spit with venom.

"You're with him now?" he asks hands in his pant pockets.

"I am. And I'm very happy with Javi," you say simply, adding rice to your blue Tupperware container.

"Come on, we were so good together. Don't you remember? We could be great again. Don't you want that?"

"No is the answer to every single thing you just said."

"What's so special about him? You didn't want to tell your family about us, but you bring him around?" Your ex is furious. When he saw you walk in with that dress and with Javi, hands intertwined and looking up at him like he was the best prize, he nearly lost it.

You turn around with your back to the entrance of the second dining room and point the spatula at your ex. "What isn't special about Javi is the better question. He's sweet, kind, determined, funny, and everything you're not. That's not all I love about him though; he makes me feel loved and heard, and he's my best friend. Javi is everyone's dream."

Caleb scoffs, and his only defense is, "What kind of name is Javi?"

You feel a possessive hand on your stomach, and it moves you back towards the owner's body. No, no, I can take care of this myself, you think, and then his cologne hits your nose, and you feel the warmth of his body, and your mantra of standing up by yourself evaporates.

"What kind of name is Caleb? Why don't you go back to your ex and leave my girlfriend alone?" Javier says, voice deeper than usual, making the rat of your ex retreat with his tail between his legs.

"Want me to kick his ass?" Javi questions.

"Nah, I have a feeling it'll ruin the holiday spirit. Thank you for that though."

You realize he could've heard your conversation with Caleb and ask, "How much of that did you hear?"

"When he made fun of my name, which is fantastic, by the way," he responds.

"Javi is a fantastic name," you assure him, "Javi," you say his name, testing it like it's the first time saying his name.

Javi nearly facepalms himself because hearing his name falling from your lips is making him harden again. Not to mention how you defended him to your ex. He's never heard kinder words about himself until you. Lately, Javi has felt like a failure. He failed to get into the DEA academy, and it was terrifying to think he would feel like that for the rest of his life. But when he's in your presence, everything else just melts away.

"How was my family while I left you unsupervised?" You ask, resting your head on his chest.

"Great. One of your cousins talked about the fact that the Christmas celebration was a pagan holiday and another about companies making a fortune based on Christmas. Your uncle, Ramon, I think started talking about los terrenos y le quitaron la corona (inherited land and they took away his corona beer.)”

"Oh god," you sound horrified, "I'm sorry about my family."

Javi slides his hands up and down your arms, "you have nothing to be sorry for. Mi familia también es así o peor (my family is like that or worse)." He knows he shouldn't say the words but can't help himself, "Our kids will have the biggest family."

Your mouth drops in surprise, and your mind flashes with images of you having a family with Javi, and your heart feels like it can explode.

"Your cousin was behind you," Javi says, looking past you.

A wave of disappointment washes over you. "Oh."

Javi lied. He didn't say that to convince your family about your relationship; he said it because he meant it.

The clock strikes 12 AM, beginning the 25th of December, and you all have to give out hugs to every single person at the party. Thankfully, it won't be awkward since Caleb and his plus-one left an hour ago. You get hugs from your entire family, and they each tell you how much they love you and how proud they are of you. When you reach Javi, you go for a side hug, but he pulls your face into his chest, and you exchange ‘feliz navidads.’ His smell is so comforting you want to stay there forever. You don’t pull away until someone announces it’s time to open gifts.

You take out the large wrapped box inside the bag you brought and give the gift to your little cousin, Gio. You bought him plenty of Hot Wheels and a racetrack that will take up a significant amount of space in his living room. Gio leaps into your arms and tells you you’re the ‘bestest cousin in the world.’ Your older cousin tells you she’ll give you her gift before going upstairs to the balcony to see the fireworks.

When Sandra leaves, Javi calls your attention. "Amor ven," the nickname falls easily from his beautiful lips; it makes you swoon. He pats the seat next to him, and in a few seconds, you’re next to him.

“I got you something,” Javi says nervously reaching into his pants pocket. He retrieves a square box and hands it to you gently like he’s scared you’ll move your hand and drop it.

You take the box fully into your hand. You lift the top, and your eyes begin to water. You scold yourself internally that this shouldn’t make you cry, but the beautiful necklace makes it impossible not to. It’s not because it’s a pretty necklace but you’re tearing up because of the letter attached to the gold chain – a J for Javier.

Javi misconstrues your tears for hatred. “I can exchange it for something else,” he’s quick to spit out."

“I love it, Javi,” you promise, words dripping with sincerity. “¿Me lo pones? (Can you put it on me?)” you ask him, getting ready for him to clasp the necklace.

His fingertips make contact with your nape, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You briefly wonder if that will happen every time you make the slightest contact tonight. Javi adjusts the necklace and clasps it, ensuring he doesn’t accidentally get some of your skin, which he was afraid he’d do because his hands were developing a thin layer of sweat.

“Done,” he tells you breathlessly, and you turn around to show him.

He feels ridiculous that seeing his initial on your chest makes him go crazy. Yes, part of him feels beyond happy that you liked your gift. When he was shopping, trying to find you a gift, he stumbled upon a jewelry store, and he knew he had to get it for you. He didn’t buy it to ‘brand you’. Javi genuinely wanted you to carry a part of him, just like he always carries you everywhere he goes.

You hear the first fireworks go off, and Javi says, “Ya es hora para los cuetes (it’s time for the fireworks).” He helps you get up, and everyone makes their way up the mahogany stairway. You meet Sandra on the 2nd floor, and she gives you a white and red striped metallic-wrapped box. That childhood excitement of opening presents is still there. You feel giddy and tug at the taped ends to rip the paper. Once you’re able to see a sliver of the actual gift, you hold it to your chest.

“Sandra! You did not just gift me a sex toy!” You whisper-yell, the shock and embarrassment evident in your tone.

Sandra was known for being direct; she was your older cousin but more of a big sister. She had been a reliable source of guidance, especially when it came to your body, relationships, and intimacy. In fact, you had learned more from her than from your mandatory sixth-grade sex Ed class. You'd often sought her advice, grateful for her non-judgmental attitude. Sandra was always there to help, whether it was explaining innuendos or first-period crises. You remember when you got your first period, you ran to her after your mom called her for moral support. So, in a way, you shouldn't have been surprised by the gift when you complained to her about your trusty wand giving up on you.

“I recall getting a phone call telling me one of your favorites was no longer working. But with that boyfriend of yours, I don’t think you’ll be needing this, so I can take it back,” she smirks, enjoying making you flustered and sputtering on your words.

“A gift is a gift. You can’t take it back,” you argue, hugging it further into your chest. With the night you’ve had, you’re 100% certain the toy will have its grand premiere.

“Ooo using it with your man tonight to spice things up, I like that.”

You turn around and see Javi standing there with his hands by his side. His pretty lips are parted in an ‘o,’ and you can’t believe he just saw your cousin gifting you a sex toy for Christmas.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Sandra gives you a peck on the cheek and slips past you to go to the stairs and up another floor.

“Woah. That’s certainly a gift,” Javi states.

You want the ground to swallow you whole. Here you are hugging a fucking sex toy in the middle of the hallway with the man you love staring at the gift.

“I’m going to put this in my room,” you say robotically and make a run for your room. Oh my god, oh my god, he did not just see that. With the box still in your arms, hoping you don’t run into anyone, you open the door to your room just enough to slip inside and shut the door. Your heart is beating erratically, and you consider staying in your room for the rest of the night, but you know they’ll be calling for you soon. You finally unlock your arms and take the gift into your hands. There’s still wrapping paper covering the gift, so you take it off and take in the toy for the first time. You mistook the handle for a dildo. It wasn’t a plastic dick you thought you received; it was a clit stimulator. Color? Red.

After you placed your new gift on top of your bed and covered it with a sweater, you found the courage to face Javi. You opened your door and found Javi with his fist raised as if he was a second away from knocking.

“Let’s go,” you croak, hoping he won’t ever bring up what happened a few minutes ago.

Javi wordlessly agrees, and you both walk to the stairs in silence to go to the balcony. As you approach the final stairs, you hear more fireworks go off, but their timing isn’t consecutive, so you know the big event is yet to come. Once you’re outside, near the entrance, there’s a table with drinks that range from alcohol to traditional beverages to a mix. You take a Corona, and Javi picks up a glass of coquito. The balcony is packed, but it's big enough that you don’t feel like packed sardines. Music is blasting on the speakers; some of your family is off dancing, and some men are huddled around talking about work, while your younger cousins are playing with their new toys in a corner. You still haven’t talked to Javi, and it’s slowly killing him. He didn’t mean to embarrass you by walking in on Sandra giving you your gift, but when he overheard the term 'sex toy,' it was as if an invisible force nailed him to the floor. Javi racks his brain for how to start a conversation with you. He knows the firework show will commence any minute now, and he won’t be able to get a word in.

"You look beautiful," he blurts out before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Okay, not what he wanted to start off with, but it’s definitely not a lie.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly as the fireworks start going off one after another.

“I mean, you look beautiful every day,” Javi says in the midst of a chrysanthemum exploding in the sky.

"What?" you reply, struggling to make out his words over the resounding explosions.

Once the sounds die down, your aunt Odilia passes by, catching sight of you and Javi standing closer, facing each other. “¿Como están los enamorados? (How are the lovebirds?),” she says with adoration before moving on. Her statement prompts a few head turns from your family, who go on to comment about how cute you look with your boyfriend.

"I said," Javi begins, lowering himself to your ear, "You look beautiful. You always do, but tonight..." He stands up straight, locking eyes with you. Javi delicately strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Es como si me hubieras puesto bajo tu hechizo (It’s like you’ve put me under your spell),” he confesses softly, his voice filled with adoration.

You find yourself unable to conjure a reply. Your entire focus is consumed by him—the way he smiles, the dimple on full display, the stray curls tousled from dancing, and the warmth of his fingers against your cheek. His nails graze your skin ever so slightly, leaving you questioning if it's a figment of your imagination. A fleeting thought crosses your mind, wondering what it would be like to feel his nails embedded into your hips as he guides you in rhythmic movement. Taking a deep breath to regain composure, you inhale his scent, causing your head to spin. In the midst of your reverie, Javi's voice pulls you back.

"Your family is expecting a kiss. May I?" he asks, breaking the spell.

"What?" you respond, dumbfounded. While you heard him, the question leaves you in disbelief.

“¿Te puedo besar?” he repeats, his heart seemingly pounding out of his chest, laying his intentions bare.

As you nod and rasp out a breathless "yes,", Javi cups your cheeks with a gentle urgency, bringing his lips to yours in a passionate collision. It feels like heaven with his mouth molding seamlessly with yours. His taste is a delightful concoction of coconut, Don Q rum, cinnamon, and condensed milk—remnants of the coquito he had earlier. In the intoxicating embrace, you clutch his shirt, pulling him closer, savoring every fleeting second because it could be the first and last kiss you'll ever share.

Opening your mouth wider, you send a silent invitation, and he responds, his tongue tangling with yours, the passionate sounds blending harmoniously with the distant fireworks. Amid the explosive bursts in the night sky, the sounds of your fervent kiss are almost lost, and worked up and lost in the moment, you can't help but whimper into his mouth. When the sound of your own desire reaches Javi's ear, he knows he should pull away before the intensity escalates. Reluctantly, Javi breaks the kiss, mindful of the familial audience surrounding you. Both your chests rise and fall in tandem, the shared breathlessness lingering in the air. The post-kiss silence is punctuated by the distant echoes of the ongoing fireworks.

Separated but still entwined in the magic of the moment, you catch your breath. You admire the way Javi's brown eyes reflect the vibrant colors bursting in the sky. Javi gazes back into your eyes, marveling at the way they brighten with each explosion in the sky. It's a parallel to his own feelings as if miniature fireworks detonate in his heart whenever he looks at you. His earlier realization holds true; having kissed you, he never wants to stop.

"Okay, well, I'm going to bed," you say, gesturing toward the door, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

“Buenas noches,” he replies, a tinge of sadness coloring his voice.

You steal one last glance at him and urge yourself to get to your room before you throw your friendship down the drain for another kiss. So that’s what you do; you open the door, whisper one last goodbye, and shut the door. Javi closes his eyes, scolding himself for making things awkward. As he goes to his room, he focuses on thinking about what to do to fix your friendship. One thing he knows is that he can’t lose you.

Inside your room, you press against the wooden door. You have no idea how you’ll get through tomorrow, much less through the rest of your life. our eyes wander around, taking in the familiar walls of the room. You’ve had your own room at your aunt's house since you were a little girl, and there are some things that have remained the same. There's a shelf against a wall that contains a few of your stuffed animals from your childhood. You took down your posters from when you were a teen but kept the same paint color of dark red because you knew you couldn’t have your room all black. 

Realizing you still wear Javi's jacket, you gently remove it, placing it on your bed. You hate that it looks like it belongs in your room. You sigh and go to your bathroom to get ready to toss and turn in your bed.

In the midst of removing your makeup, having already brushed your teeth, a soft knock interrupts the quiet solitude of your room. Confused, you quickly dry your face and rush to open the door, wondering who it could be. It’s Javi. He's outside your door, his hair a mess like he ran his hands through it repeatedly.

"Can I come in?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

"Javi! They'll kill me if they see you in my room," you whisper.

"Please, cariño?" 

His tone is filled with a vulnerability that softens your resolve. You take a quick glance down the hallway and find it deserted, so you quickly pull him into your room and shut the door quietly. As you assess him, clad in grey sweats and a black long-sleeve compression shirt, a rush of desire floods your body. Thoughts of peeling off his clothes and kissing him all over stir a wetness between your legs, leaving you certain your underwear is ruined after spending the day with Javi. 

"I'm sorry," he interrupts your dirty thoughts, and confusion crosses your face.

Sorry? Why is he sorry?

He sees the confusion written all over your face and continues, “I’m sorry for kissing you.”

What?

“If I knew it would make you uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have done it. Your friendship means the world to me. I’m sorry I ruined it. Cariño, what do I need to do to make us go back to normal? I’ll do anything,” Javi pleads with you.

You shake your head furiously. “No, Javi, you didn’t ruin anything. It didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you promise.

He breathes out a sigh of relief after you tell him he didn’t mess up the best thing that’s happened to him. “Why did you shut down after… after we kissed?”

“I don’t know, Jav,” you shrug, looking away. You feel your eyes sting at the tone of his voice. He sounds hurt. You've hurt the person you love, and you want to take him into your arms and apologize.

“Please don’t do that,” he implores, reaching for your hand. “Dime (tell me).”

A wave of apprehension washes over you; confessing your feelings is a leap into the unknown. You worry about the potential shift in dynamics, but you sense that Javi believes your withdrawal stems from him. “If I tell you, and you don’t like what I say, promise me we’ll forget this conversation,” you request, your lip caught between your teeth.

“What’s so bad you can’t tell me?” 

“Promise me, Jav,” you repeat, aware of the simplicity but needing that ounce of reassurance.

He nods solemnly. “Te lo prometo (I promise you).”

“Javi, I like you. So much,” your voice falls to a whisper. The ball is now in his court, freeing you from the weight of what-ifs.

Javi's reaction is priceless. The tension that once knitted his eyebrows together dissipates, giving way to a radiant smile that stretches from ear to ear. Leaning in, he cradles your chin in his hand and kisses you, a taste of mint lingering on his lips. This time, the kiss is tender, and gentle—a dance of shared feelings that leaves him dizzy and his stomach aflutter. As he withdraws, his forehead presses against yours.

“I like you too. For a long time now,” he confesses, the words clear and resolute.

“Really?” you ask incredulously, feeling like you're walking on air. This moment, a culmination of countless fantasies, was the very last scenario you expected to become reality.

“Yeah,” he affirms with a nod. The truth lingers on the tip of his tongue. “De hecho, te amo (In fact, I love you).”

“I love you too,” you reply with a smile, your hands slowly tracing up his chest. One hand passes his broad shoulders and reaches his nape. A gentle brush of your hands against his skin sends a surge of warmth through him. Your fingers run through his hair, eliciting a low groan from Javi, and you yearn to hear more.

“Javi, te necesito (Javi, I need you),” you murmur with half-lidded eyes.

He doesn't want to risk embarrassing himself with words, so he gently takes your hand off his hair and guides you towards your bed.

Walking with playful curiosity, he asks, "Am I the first guy you've sneaked into your room?"

"Mmm... I plead the fifth," you decide to answer coyly.

He narrows his eyes, "That's a yes then."

"¿Si te pones celoso, porque me preguntas? (If you get jealous, why would you ask me?)" you question him playfully as you hit the bed.

Javi's jaw ticks, and he says, "I'll make you forget about them."

His tone stirs a needy feeling in you, and you reply, " Sigue de perico, y no vamos hacer todo lo que quiero (Keep talking, and we won't be able to do everything I want)."

Tugging down on his shirt, you give him the signal. He promptly takes it off, treating you to your very own private show.

"Oh my god," you groan appreciatively when you see him shirtless—tan skin, toned stomach, and freckles on display. The grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, showcasing the V line and a dark patch of hair.

Javi revels in the effect he has on you. ”Turn around," he commands with dark eyes.

You instantly comply, spinning around so he can reach your zipper. Instead of tearing your dress off, he hugs you from behind.

“I don’t know if I told you before, but I really love this dress,” Javi says, running his hands over the velvet material. “Do you know how many times you made me hard tonight?” He confesses to having excused himself to the restroom multiple times to handle his hard-on discreetly.

"Javi," you whine impatiently, the revelation only intensifying the sticky mess between your thighs.

He pulls your zipper down, but you turn around, reaching your shoulders to slip the dress off, letting it pool on the hardwood floor.

"Dios mío (My God)," he exhales with a shaky breath.

"¿Te gusta? (Do you like it?)" you ask, referring to your lingerie that matches your dress. You're wearing a burgundy thong and a matching bra with lace material, revealing pebbled nipples. His fingers twitch, and he pulls you by the waist.

"Me encanta (I love it)," Javi whispers in your ear. His voice makes you slump against him as he unclasps your bra. “Why did you wear this?” he asks, his kisses trailing down your bare shoulder, devoid of judgment or ill will, just curiosity.

"You know what they say, 'to hope for the best, plan for the best.'"

"I don't think that's how it goes, baby," Javi chuckles into your shoulder and then presses his lips on your neck.

“Oh,” you say dumbly, savoring his kisses.

"Thank you for the outfit, my beautiful girl," he says, instructing you to get on the bed. As you settle on the mattress, you watch as Javi begins to remove his pants.

You watch in awe as his swollen cock presses against his stomach, and an undeniable desire to have it in your mouth engulfs you. Can a dick be pretty? God, his is so beautiful, you think to yourself. Javi gracefully crawls onto the bed, his hand reaching for your unclothed breasts.

“Mmm… so beautiful,” he hums, popping one of your tits into his mouth.

“Oh!” you exclaim, a mix of shock and pleasure coursing through you. Your arms extend onto the bed, and in the throes of passion, you accidentally hit something. The noise prompts Javi to lift his mouth from you and remove the blue sweater that conceals whatever your hands came in contact with. To his surprise, he discovers the present your cousin gifted you earlier.

“Clit and nipple stimulator,” he reads off the box.

Embarrassment washes over you, even though he just had your nipple in his mouth. Before you can say anything, Javi tears the box open and retrieves the toy. He presses the 'on' button, and it comes to life with a soft hum.

“Mi color favorito,” he says with a smirk.

Your brain struggles to form a coherent sentence. Javi sets the suction toy beside you and resumes attending to your nipples with his mouth. Lost in the sensation, your head falls back onto the bed. Suddenly, you feel a vibration around your other nipple. Lifting your head, you see Javi using the red wand on your right nipple.

“Oh God, Javi, I need you inside me,” you moan.

His response is muffled by your soft breasts. Gripping his hair, you lift him off you with a bit of force.

“I need to taste your pussy first,” he says with blown-out eyes.

“No,” you protest, craving him desperately.

It's not what he wanted to hear. “Please?” he insists. “I know I’ll cum embarrassingly fast, and I need to give you something before that happens.”

No. I want you now, you beautiful man. “Just a little bit,” you compromise. Normally, you'd eagerly jump at the prospect of him expressing a desire to eat your pussy, but you're so unbelievably turned on.

He toys with the band of your thong, and you lift your hips to let him remove it. Soon, they're in his hands, tossed aside on the floor. Laid bare for him, you're naked except for your jewelry. The gold 'J' nestles between your breasts, the left one still wet from his saliva, while your pussy glistens with slick accumulated throughout the night.

“Eres tan hermosa. Nunca he visto nada como tú y nada se compara (You're so beautiful. I've never seen anything like you, and nothing compares),” he confesses sincerely. Seeing you laid out before him, looking at him like he hangs the stars, leaves him breathless. He kneels on the floor, gently pulling your legs to be on either side of his face. Javi wastes no time as he begins to lick your cunt.

You gasp, placing one leg on his shoulder for added support. Responding to your silent request, Javi lifts your other leg onto his opposite shoulder.

“Ahh!” you cry out when his mouth presses closer onto your pussy, and he begins to devour you. His tongue explores, collecting all of your wetness into his mouth. Fuck, she tastes so good. I've been waiting to have her in my mouth for so long.

“So sweet, baby girl,” he murmurs between your thighs, causing vibrations that intensify the pleasure. You're already sweating and out of breath, unable to believe how quickly his mouth is bringing you to the edge.

He momentarily stops licking your folds and wraps his lips around your pearl. Your legs jerk, and you can't help but scream out his name. Javi quickly shushes you, urging you to be quiet, though his own noises betray the arousal he feels. He promises himself that once he can take you to his place, he'll never ask you to quiet down.

Opening your eyes, you're captivated by a sinful sight. Javi's intense and piercing gaze meets yours, the obsidian of his eyes seamlessly bleeding into the rich brown of his irises. Simultaneously, his tongue delves into your entrance, a sensation so electrifying that you can no longer endure the sweet torture.

“You’ve made me wetter, Javi, please fuck me.”

“No,” he objects.

“Javi por favor. Mañana podemos hacer de todo, pero te necesito ahora mismo (Javi, please. Tomorrow we can do everything, but I need you now.)”

He chides, “terca (stubborn girl),” but relents, releasing your legs. Taking matters into your own hands, quite literally, you guide him onto your bed, pushing him to lie back as you straddle him.

He believes he's died and gone to heaven, with you on top of him—a dream come true. “Condom?” he rasps out.

“I’m clean and on Nexplanon,” you nod toward your arm. “Are you okay with that?”

Feeling his cock pulse at the thought of being with you without a barrier, Javi nods vigorously and says, “Me matas bebita (you kill me, baby girl).”

His words draw a smile from you as you reach behind, feeling the velvety skin of his arousal in your hand. With deliberate slowness, you stroke him up and down.

“Uhh… fuck!” Javi groans, tossing his head back onto your pillow. The raw, guttural sounds escaping him become music to your ears, encouraging you to keep stroking him. Precome coats your hand, and you use it to slickly spread the moisture over him as makeshift lube. Javi continues panting, and you decide it's enough.

Rising on your knees, you guide him to your entrance. His head breaches you, and an involuntary whine escapes your lips.

“Oh,” you gasp, squirming on his lap. 

“Mmm!” Javi’s jaw drops, unable to believe that you're creating such intensity with just his tip inside

You ride him to open up, moving yourself on his head. “God, Javi!” your body burns as you straddle him. 

“Told you…” he pauses, gritting his teeth. “I should've s-tretched you.” 

You shake your head. “I can take you. I just- uh! I just need some time.” Javi is big and thick, prolonging the process, but you'd rather struggle than have him prep you.

As you keep bouncing on his tip, Javi thrusts up into you, causing both of you to moan. He places both hands, previously gripping your sheets, on either side of your waist, helping him fit more of his cock inside you. You rock back, feeling yourself open up, and you lower yourself down.

Your mouth hangs open, and you wail as the thickest part of him is embraced by your walls. Javi groans heavily and embeds his nails on your waist. You moan at the small ripple of pain and work yourself to sink down some more.

“I-I thought- ah! que me querías calladita, (that you wanted me to quiet down) and look at you…uhh louder than me.”

“You feel s-oh!” Javi can’t finish his response because you fully sit on his cock. Your hips are flush with his, and he swears he can cum this instant. 

“Hold on,” he tells you, breathing heavily, eyelids closed, and stilling you.

Once he feels he’s regained some composure, he lifts you off him. You slowly start to rock back and forth, chewing your lip to keep from screaming out. 

“Does it feel good?” Javi asks, eyes open once more.

You meet his dark eyes and moan, “Mhm, s-so good… Oh! Javi," you whine, "So big… you’re so big.”

He pulsates inside you, a low groan escaping his lips. "You can't say that," he mutters, shaking his head, not to express disagreement but to calm himself. Not yet, not yet, he chants. 

“Why not? It’s true.” You argue, throwing your head back at the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep going. Then I won’t earn first place for the best sex this room’s ever seen,” he laughs lightly to mask his mortification because he knows he’ll be cumming soon.

"You're so much better than anyone else,” you assure him, seeing through the self-deprecating comment he made.

He lights up at your praise. "Yeah?”

"Yes! You make me so full,” you sigh, bouncing on him a little faster. Your hand movement transitions from his hips to both hands sprawled on his abdomen. Pressing your body closer to him at an angle, both of you shake with pleasure. You keep rocking against him, and all he can do is watch. Javi takes in the way your breasts bounce and the way your necklace shines. Overcome with desire and possessiveness, he sits up suddenly, making you whine when you feel his sweaty and hot body against yours.

Javi seeks your mouth, and you eagerly comply. Your mouths crash, and it's all tongue and teeth. He's moving you slowly against him, but it's still a delicious sensation, and you can't help but moan into his mouth. The air in your lungs is slowly decreasing, so you pull away, and your head falls onto his shoulder. With your mouth away from him, he's able to wrap his arms around you and rock up, up, up with intensity. His pace ignites something within you, and you bite his wet tan skin to muffle your cries. Javi feels you tighten on him, and he pants out, “How are you so perfect? No entiendo (I don’t understand.)”

You can't answer him; you just bounce on him, feeling the telltale sensation of your lower stomach nearing the finish line.

“Amor,” he groans. The word sounds like sweet honey coming from Javi's lips, and it makes you gasp. Javi catches on and asks you, “¿Te gusta cuando te digo así? (Do you like it when I call you like that?)”

“Sí,” you confirm. He adjusts the angle of your legs, causing the wind to knock out of you, and the only words you're capable of saying are, “Amor, amor, amor…” This is the first time you've ever called Javi ‘amor’, and it does something to him. He knows he’s got a minute max before he blows his load.

Frantically, he takes one hand off your body and scrambles to find something on the bed. Lost in ecstasy, you don't notice, but then you feel a vibration on your pearled nub, and you jump from surprise. In an instant, you look down and see Javi has the red toy and is using it against your clit. Your eyes begin to water as you reel in the feeling of the man you love inside you and the delicious sucking of the toy.

You don't warn him; you don't even process the thought yourself, but you begin to shake on top of Javi. You feel every nerve in your body— all seven trillion of them—explode. You come in silence with your mouth into a perfect ‘o’. 

Javi doesn’t let up his ministrations; he keeps thrusting his hips upwards and using the red wand, prolonging your high. “That’s it, amor, you look so pretty cumming for me,” he whispers full of adoration. “Good girl, good girl,” he chants as he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

Javi bites his lower lip, determined to make this moment last longer; he never wants it to end. Once your vocal cords start functioning again, you cup his face with one hand and, with desperation, you tell him, "Ven, amor, relléname (Come, my love, cum in me).”

Javi feels like fireworks are going off in his body. He keens at your words filled with love and desire for him; he has no choice but to obey. The dam in his abdomen breaks, and “Ahh!” he groans, voice broken and raspy, letting go of the toy. You feel his hips stutter as they lose their steady rhythm, and he pulsates and spasms, the warmth of his seed fills you as he climaxes in ropes. Your body is overworked and sensitive, but you keep bouncing on him to milk every drop. You can't look away from him. His eyelids are heavy, his mouth is parted and panting as he moans and growls hoarsely, his neck is extended showing all the veins, and his skin is flushed in a beautiful red hue. Javi repeats your name over and over as his high washes over him. You caress his nape and run your fingers through his hair as he comes down from it. His spend and yours drip out of you and onto Javi.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing," Javi laughs, and you feel the rumble in his chest.

"Yeah?" you ask coyly.

“Best of my life," he sighs and rolls you over so you're underneath him.

You laugh and crane your neck to give him a peck on the corner of his mouth. God, that sound, Javi thinks. "I love you," he says, knowing he'll never stop telling you those three words.

"I love you," you echo. "Come on, let's sleep," you tell him.

"I've got to clean you up first," he says, climbing off and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss and miss him inside of you already.

His expression looks pained as he looks between your parted thighs, seeing his seed seeping out of your puffy cunt. Javi fights with himself as he debates leaving you with his cum inside. His index and middle fingers are taken by you and guided to your opening.

"Push it all inside," you command, knowing he doesn't really want to wipe it away.

"But your bed and—"

“Me vale (I don’t care)," you interrupt. Javi has always been concerned about how his actions affect you, and you find it sweet. However, you want this. You know he won’t give in to his desires if he thinks you don’t want this. So, you have to convince him you do. “Please,” and just like that, he’s collecting the creamy liquid around your labia and pressing it back inside you. 

You're oversensitive, but you melt at the feeling of his thick and long fingers inside you. Gripping onto his bicep, you savor the sensation as he makes sure most of the sticky substance goes back inside you. Whatever remnants are on his fingers, he sucks them and closes his eyes at the taste. You stare up at him and swear you could go another round if he didn’t fuck the energy out of you. 

“Should I go back to my room?” Javi asks. He doesn’t want to, but maybe you’d rather sleep alone.

“Please stay,” you tell him, gripping his arm tighter.

He nods. “Okay, baby, I’ll stay.” You sit up on your bed and undo your covers. Javi walks across the room to turn off the light, and when he comes back, you’re underneath your quilt. He climbs in next to you and extends his left arm so you can snuggle to his side. 

“Buenas noches, amor,” he whispers.

“Good night, amor. I can’t wait to wake up next to you,” you tell Javi before you drift to sleep.

In the silence, he admires your features and says, “I can’t wait to make you my wife and wake up next to you for the rest of our lives. Feliz Navidad, mi vida”

Extended A/N: I wrote this when Frankie didn’t exist yet; I promise I just don’t write for Javi! 

The last chapter of IYW should be out next week if I’m able to recolor the gifs I need. Thank you for reading!

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[ariundercovers]

Yellow Light (When Paths Cross Pt. VI, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.5k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: Valentine's Day and an (accidental) confession.

Chapter Warnings: good mix of porn and plot in this one again. p in v, pulling out, Javi being a needy demon, spanish nicknames, eating ass (yeah you heard that right), butt stuff, very light dp, javi lacks impulse control. some more brief angst that resolves very quickly.

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PREVIOUS PART (V) HERE

You fall into an easy routine for a long while. After another month or two of Sundays at the Peña house, Fridays at yours, days throughout the week where you met for lunch or coffee, you were feeling confident in the place of your relationship. 

You never would’ve guessed you might have found someone here, in Laredo, of all places, but you can’t say that you’re unhappy about it, either. Javi brought a vitality to your life that it turns out you had been sorely missing without even knowing it.

You spend time trying all kinds of things together - hiking, horseback riding, rock climbing. All activities he’s mostly a professional at already, but you’re happy to learn, and happy to watch how successful he is as you barely figure out the basics for yourself. You especially enjoy learning how to ride a horse properly - Javi grew up on horses, using them on the ranch to lead the cattle where they needed to go. He shows you all the ropes, makes sure you’re comfortable and safe before he takes you out on your first ride across the property.

You’re starting to really think that this might go somewhere, that this might be it for you. You think he might be the love of your life - not that you’d tell him that, not yet at least. He’d probably think you were crazy and run away. But you couldn’t begin to deny the way he made you feel - the way he swept you off your feet with every word, every look, every gesture. It was hypnotizing, and you were lost to all things Javier Peña.

Maybe you were crazy, to be this infatuated this quickly. Time moves differently when you’re ‘all grown up.’ You’re not willing to waste it on flings and useless courting anymore, not like you used to be. If you were in it, you were going to be in it for the long haul.

On Valentine’s Day, Javi takes you out for dinner to a fancy steakhouse just on the outskirts of the city. It’s not too far from the museum where you work, but you’ve never bothered to try it due to the price tag. He assures you that he’s paying, not to worry about the numbers on the menu, always the chivalrous and generous one when you’re still working on figuring out daily life on a curator’s salary.

He comes to pick you up in a well-fitting blue suit and you wonder briefly if it’s one of the ones he would’ve worn working for the DEA in Colombia. You won’t ask, because he’s made it clear that you’re not going to talk about those times, but your mind will certainly wander, nonetheless. Your mind conjures images of Javi walking into meetings with the president, pulling a gun from his waistband as he takes down a criminal, and it all has your abdomen tightening far more than you’d like to admit.

The waiter seats you at a small two-person table in the back of the restaurant - Javi sits in the corner and you can watch him as he scans the clientele every few minutes. That must be a holdover from Colombia, as well, you think. You order, and Javi picks out a bottle of red wine to share, which the waiter brings out for you right away. He pours you each a glass and Javi holds his up to you, intending to make a toast. You raise your glass and smile at him as he starts to speak.

“To you, muñeca. My perfect girl.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is intense, eyes training on his chest as you try to take in the praise without making a complete fool of yourself at the same time.

“And to you, too, Javi. I’ve never been happier.” He smiles back at you as you clink your glasses together, each taking a sip. You’re not usually a fan of reds, but this one is smooth - not very acidic, very floral in its undertones. It brings a heat to your belly that’s warm and pleasant, and you’re pleasantly surprised by the flavor of it all.

As usual, you quickly fall into an easy conversation, barely registering the wait before your food comes out, perfectly cooked and seasoned. You eat in relative silence, taking a moment to taste each other’s plates, and you hum, satisfied, as you finish off your dish.

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a better meal, Javier.”

“No? Well… I have even more places to take you, then. Better than this one.”

“Is that so?” He nods back with a smirk and thanks the waiter as he comes around to take away your empty plate, ordering a tiramisu for the two of you to share. You’d been raving about how good it looked when it came out for someone seated close to you.

While you wait, Javi reaches into his coat pocket and holds a small box out to you. “Happy Valentine’s day, cariño.” Your eyes light up at the prospect of the gift, a smile erupting on your face as you reach down for your purse, taking out a similar box that’s much larger to hand him.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Javi.” He chuckles, both of you opening your presents at once. When he opens his, he finds a new leather wallet with the initials “JP” stamped into the corner, smiling and thanking you with a squeeze of your hand. You tell him that you noticed his looking pretty raggedy and hoped he liked it. He assured you that he did.

Then, when you open yours, you find a beautiful golden necklace with a simple single crystal dangling from the chain.

“Oh… this is beautiful.” He smiles back at you and stands up, taking the box and moving behind you before he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Can I put it on you, cariño?” You nod, happy that you decided to forego much jewelry this evening, and he clasps the necklace behind your neck, hands squeezing lightly at your shoulders. Staring down at it, you smile as your fingers raise to touch it lightly.

“Javi, it’s gorgeous, thank you.” He smirks back at you as he sits down, reaching across the table for your hand.

“It’s only so pretty because of the woman wearing it.”

There’s that heat again, rising to your cheeks. You’d be embarrassed by it if it were with anyone else, but Javi makes you feel comfortable and loved and understood in ways you’ve never imagined.

You finish up your dessert with another gentle easiness between the two of you and then Javi stands, offering you his arm as you walk out to his relatively beat-up truck. It makes you laugh to see the two of you dressed up and climbing into the old pickup truck, but it’s just so Javi that it could never actually bother you.

He drives you back to the ranch, where you consider heading inside but decide on heading out for a nighttime stroll instead, moving along the property edge, close to the river. You hold his arm in your hands and rest your head on his shoulder as you go, making small talk like you always do. The conversation pivots to Chucho, Javi grumbling about how nitpicky he’s been about the recent renovations to one of the pastures, and you try to step in with the guiding wisdom that Chucho just isn’t used to doing it another way. Change is hard.

Your heeled shoes start to frustrate you in the dirt, so you take them off, carrying them in one hand as you walk barefoot around the ranch.

“Pops would have my head if he knew I let you walk around out here barefoot.” Javi chuckles.

“Well, good thing he isn’t here to yell at us, then. I like it. It feels nice.”

“Or maybe I should just carry you.” Javi stops and smirks, lunging for you and you yelp, trying to jump out of the way. You bolt as quickly as you can, but you’re no match for his long legs and he snatches you up in an instant, throwing you over his shoulder like a fireman.

“Javi! Stop! Put me down!” You’re laughing, but kicking your legs with a seriousness he probably doesn’t pick up, and you pinch his ass once from where you’re hanging. “Seriously, Javi, please put me down?” He drops you unceremoniously onto your feet and places his hands on his hips, looking at you.

“I can walk. Thank you.” You giggle lightly, smoothing out your dress as he shakes his head and reaches for your arm, tugging you along.

“Fine. Let’s move. I have other things I want to do to you tonight.” He winks at you with a smirk and turns toward the house. Your cheeks heat up once more, eyes going wide, but you follow him nonetheless, excited to find out.

The two of you have launched yourselves into the house and into his room in no time, stripping off your clothes haphazardly as you make your way to the shower, eager to scrub off the dirt and grime of your barefooted walk. He, of course, can’t keep himself from you in the shower, and he has your back pressed up against the shower wall, driving his cock in and out of you in no time. He pulls out just in time to cum all over your thigh, forcing you to wash yourself all over again. Then, he’s on his knees, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, eating you out like his entire life depended on it, hands reaching and groping every which way that he can manage it.

When you finally extricate yourselves from the now-running-cold stream of water, Javi tugs you across the hallway quickly, wrapped up in towels, and suddenly you’re back in his bed with sopping wet hair. Javi is hovering over you, perched like a bird of prey, as you run your hands up and down his torso. He leans down and kisses your collarbone, then nips at it lightly, staring down at the now-wet jewelry hanging softly against your chest.

“I like this necklace. Shows everyone that you’re mine.” You hum at the thought of being his, being Javi’s, and it warms your insides in a way that few things he’s said before have.

“I like the sound of that. Yours.” He chuckles and continues nipping at the skin along your neck, hands finding your breasts as he starts to knead them, thumbs swiping softly across your nipples. You groan, arms falling easily out to your sides as you let him ravage you however he pleases. His lips find purchase everywhere across your body: your belly, your hips, your mound, the insides of your thighs, your knees, your ankles. He kisses everything he can reach, your entire body alight with his affections.

“Javiii… No teasing, please. Need you-” He hums at your feet and quickly flips you over onto your belly before you have the chance to think about it twice. Straddling your legs, he repeats the process, kissing and nipping all the way up your backside, lingering on the swell of your ass between his hands.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cariño. Mierda.” He kisses between your cheeks, thumbs spreading the flesh apart as he looks down at your holes, spread apart for him so nicely. He dips his head low, pressing his mouth and chin between your cheeks, and licks a broad stripe from the hood of your clit all the way to the puckered flesh of your ass.

You jolt immediately, shocked by the trajectory of his tongue. “Fuck! Javi!” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the inside of your cheek, nipping at it lightly.

“You gonna be a dirty girl for me tonight?” He leans in once more to run his tongue across your tightly puckered hole. Your body jumps and you let out a shaky breath.

“Holy fuck, Javi- what in the hell…” You can feel him smirk against the skin of your ass as he answers.

“We just showered. You gonna let me play with this tight little hole a bit?” You press your ass back into his touch while his hands trail from your hips to your folds, thumb pressing just inside your entrance as he pulls some of your wetness up and over your ass, applying just enough pressure there for you to feel it. You turn your head toward him, hands pressing your torso away from the mattress just enough to give you space to turn.

“You, uh… want to?” He snorts and leans down to press a kiss to the curve of your ass.

“Of course, I want a piece of this perfect ass, muñeca. But only if you do.” You nod, frantically, breath quickening as you think about the possibility of trying this with him - something you haven’t done before, not with anyone else.

“Okay. Yeah, alright.” Settling back down into the mattress, you spread your legs a little wider to accommodate him and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your hole. You groan at the sensation, amazed at how good it feels. His tongue darts out, working around the rim in tight circles for a while, before he starts to just dip inside, the tip of his tongue working past the tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck! Oh fuck-” You’re so shocked by the sensation you can feel your body clench and pull away slightly. He holds onto you tightly, keeping you in place so that you can’t move an inch, arms locked around your thighs. His face is buried between your cheeks, tongue darting in and out of your hole now, and after the shock wears off you realize how fucking amazing it actually feels, and start rolling your hips into it. “Holy shit, Javi, oh fuck.”

He switches tactics, starting to lap at your hole as he extricates his hands from beneath your thighs. “Stay just like this for me, cariño, okay?” You nod into the mattress and push back toward him, desperate for more friction. You can hear the lewd sound of his mouth sucking on something for a moment, then a pop of his lips, and then suddenly you feel a wet finger at your hole, pressing in just slightly. The stretch is different - new, really - but not bad. He presses in slowly until the whole finger is buried and then he moves it.

He freaking moves it. 

“Ohhhhh FUCK! Javier!” That’s a new, phenomenal sensation, that you’ve never felt before, and feels nothing like anything else you’ve tried, either. He keeps moving his finger around, pumping it in and out just slightly, and two fingers of his other hand find the slick heat of your cunt, sinking in up to the knuckle, as well. You gasp, back arching away from the mattress as your hips push back into his hands. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, leaning down to bite lightly at your lower back.

“Patience, darlin’.” You groan and continue to rock your hips, riding out the pleasure on his hands even through the way he chastises you. Soon, his fingers are replaced by the tip of his cock and the finger that was in your ass is replaced by his thicker, but just as spit-slick thumb. Pressing in slowly, he hisses as he sheaths himself within you, your legs widening as you lay along the bed. He uses gravity to press deeply into you, his free hand holding tightly to your hip. 

You groan heavily, unable to do much else other than lay there and let him use you, but fuck it if it wasn’t one of the best things you’ve ever felt. You let yourself relax into the mattress and focus on the feeling of Javi working his fingers and his cock in and out of you in perfect tandem. He takes his time building up speed until he’s pistoning his hips into you at such a pace that it feels like it knocks the breath out of you with every thrust of his hips. You’re bouncing into the mattress with each one, laid out on it with nowhere to go and his body weight pinning you down so concretely. 

It feels wonderful.

Working in combination with his thumb in your ass and his heavy cock splitting you open, the fingers of his opposite hand reach around under your hips to finger small circles around your clit. Added to the way this position lets you grind onto his hand, it builds you up quicker than anything you’ve done with him before, sending you spiraling into an orgasm that feels like it bubbles over in three places all at once.

He works you eagerly through the aftershocks of it all, carrying a steady pace as he chases down his own climax. You can feel his hips stutter, lose their cadence, and then he’s pulling out just in time to splatter his hot cum all over the space where your ass meets your lower back. He grunts, jerking himself through it as you try to catch your breath beneath him, and then you can feel him shifting on the bed, standing up and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Right back, cariño.” Leaving just long enough to get what he needed, Javi comes back in with a warm washcloth, wiping you down fully and then himself before tossing the rag away, turning off the lights, and climbing into bed next to you. He pulls the sheets up over the two of you and gathers you up in his arms, peppering kisses across your forehead and cheeks before working down to your nose and then your lips. He slows eventually, letting his head loll back into the pillow as he takes a deep breath, exhaling it all out.

You end up settling in under the covers with Javi’s strong arms wrapped around your midsection from behind. This was always the most comfortable position between the two of you, feeling so safe and calm that it lulled you to sleep in an instant. You turn over in his grasp, head coming to rest on his chest as you wrap your arm across his waist. Reaching up, you press a few gentle kisses to his jaw, now covered in a five o’clock shadow.

“Thank you for today, Javi. You made me feel very special.” With a smile against his skin, you settle back against his chest as he squeezes you tightly to his side.

“You are special, muñeca.” Your heart blossoms at the praise and, before you can stop yourself, three little words come tumbling off of your lips.

“I love you.”

 Oops. 

You said it. You didn’t really intend to, but it slipped out quite easily with the way this whole evening went. And, frankly, it’s the truth. You loved him and loved him hard. You were his and he was yours. You hum happily against his chest, waiting in silence as he runs his fingers across your upper back. He doesn’t answer you for a long while. 

“I’m glad you had a good time, cariño.”

It takes a moment for you to register that he has very deliberately not said it back to you. Blinking back the shock of it and lambasting yourself for expecting something out of him that he wasn’t ready to give, it’s all you can do to keep yourself from mentally berating yourself over and over again. A silence grows between you as you lay there, thinking about the distinct dodging of your admission. He didn’t even acknowledge it. Did he just not hear you? Or choose not to hear you? Or is he ignoring you directly and on purpose?

You settle on likely ignoring, and it churns your stomach contents. Rather than pressing the issue, you fall silent and try to lull yourself into a hopefully dreamless sleep. Maybe you misunderstood all of this, after all.

He chuckles next to you and nuzzles his head against yours, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Shhh. I can hear your brain goin' a thousand miles a minute, baby. It’s okay. I love you, too.”

You let out a long sigh, his words echoing over and over in your head. Nuzzling your way further into him, you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes, taking in the scent of his slightly sweaty - but clean - skin.

"Fuck. Okay. Good. Thought maybe I made a fool of myself or something."

He chuckles and your breathing settles, a sense of calm and contentment wafting over you.

"Not any more than a normal day, muñeca." He squeezes your arm and you laugh nervously, turning and looking up at him for a moment before he shifts, leaning over you to press a slow kiss to your lips.

"I'll take that, then," you respond. He smiles down at you and you lean in this time, kissing him again.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Maybe this was it for you. Maybe Javi was the one, after all.

~ ~ ~

a/n: Whoops! Happy early Valentine's Day!!! I know this was probably corny asf but it's valntine's day soon. They deserve it.

There are some big feels coming up in the next two chapters (which are already written!!) so this is your fair warning. I am thinking maybe another 4 chapters in total left for these two, but who knows where it'll lead us! Let me know what you think! Your interactions and comments and criticisms and all of it are so appreciated!

xoxoxo

NEXT PART IS HERE (VII)

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One Last Time

Javi Peña x Boss!Reader

Warnings: swearing, kissing/biting, illicit work affair, implied smut, implied soon-to-be-but-cutting-you-off-before-its-smut smut (?)

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"F-oh fuck, Javi. We--mmm-- really shouldn't do this anym-more"

"Ah huh"

He continued to bite and kiss your lips, down your jaw, neck and collar bone. Both of your hands were busy stripping each other, tugging his shirt buttons while he unzips your skirt, his mouth never leaving your body. It was electrifying, the magnetism that just kept pulling you two together.

His teeth latch on to your lower lip, tugging before letting go, making you chase after him. Thick fingers ghost the insides of your thighs, teetering on your words, praying for permission. "Just one more time, quierida," he whispers. "One last time... for me."

"Yeah--yeah--okay. J-just--one more," You pant. Your eyes are so foggy, trying to keep them open but failing miserably every time his wet tongue dances across your skin. You curse how quickly your mind cripples under his touch. Every time you end up in this position, you are set on not letting it get to this point. Until you DO, and the power that this man has over you crumbles that resolve in seconds.

You could give in to him just this one time. But this would be it. Just one last release.

You feel his wandering hands yanking your blouse apart to reveal your breasts, snug too tightly against your chest, aching after the long hot day at the officer. The cool air in the vacated work space felt good against your hot skin. "Last time," you rasp, trying to use your authoritative voice.

"Last time," he agrees, mumbling against your mouth with so little conviction.

Javi's eyes lock on yours as he chases your lips with his tongue, teasing you with this newfound "permission", if you could call it that. He'd take it for now.

He'll take anything you give him.

Your subordinate gently pushes you so that your ass is leaning against your desk. The desk you've yelled at him on the opposite end for disobeying orders, hours later being the same desk he bends you over and fucks you like its his life mission.

"Eyes on me, baby."

You obey, watching as he slipps himself slowly to his knees, lips pressing against your chest, breasts, down your belly and naval, his hot breath fanning over the skin, leave a trail of goosebumps, before settling between your thighs. He pushes your skirt up, bunching around your waist. Your legs instinctually spread for him so that he can comfortably defile you once again.

Soft kisses against your inner thigh contrast erotically from the aggressive way he rips your panty hose, exposing your soaking cunt. His face is so fucking pussy drunk that you can't help but let out an unashamed moan just looking at him.

His eyes said it all, and you hated how much he was right.

Fuck.

It would never just be one last time.

[endlessthxxghts]

Imagine if you were seeing both Javi & Joel without them knowing, but then they find out one day and decide that they need to teach you a lesson…

…Yeah…expect that some time in November…🫣

It’s already in my master list waiting to be hyperlinked for your enjoyment teheheheh..

Let’s thank @katiexpunk for planting the thought in my brain & now it’s taking over me like it’s cordyceps fr…¿por qué no los dos? 🥴

I’m also dedicating this fic when it comes out to the sluttiest person ever for Mr. Javier Peña and his yummy stache, @javierpena-inatacvest 🤭🥵

[undercoverpena]

YOUR TAGS 🥵 MA'AM PLEASE CONTINUE

omg, well, if you insist. for context, @goodwithcheese poll here

javier peña x f!reader

warnings: nsfw. 18+. smut. like actually just filth.

you've made peña make a lot of noise.

the grunts when you've let him fuck you on his desk. papers scattering, burying your own cries of his name against his neck out of fear some poor cleaner will think someone is being murdered.

but then there's the time you corner him in an empty room, desperate for him as much as he is for you, and he tells you "Hermosa, wanna make you feel good", but you're already undoing his pants and getting on your knees. and fuck, that look in his eyes and the moan he elicits when you free him—mouth not even wrapped around him yet.

but, when your lips wrap around his cock, fuck it's guttural. comes from somewhere deep within. it's a grunt and a moan combined, a snarl as you take as much of him down your pretty little throat and handle the rest with your hand. the noises only increase when he opens his eyes to look down at you, spit and his spend collected all over your chin, your skirt risen up to cut into the top of your thighs, fucking eager for him to fill your mouth. you're ruined, a mess, an absolute fucking disgrace but you don't care. not about the way your makeup is ruined; you're likely to need to shower even if he hasn't touched you.

then, there's later. when you've thrown your keys into the bowl, undoing buttons on your blouse as you round the corner to the kitchen. not knowing he's already there, already home, all but surprised to find him waiting, a coffee brewed and already half drunk. but, that's forgotten when your own whimper paints the air, it turning into an oomf when he pulls you flush, mouth sliding over yours with expertise as his fingers dig into cloth-covered flesh as though he wants your body to blend into his.

you whine when he pushes his cock into you, when your back is flush to his chest and you can hear the low pants he's trying to bury and conceal. but you want to hear him, a thing you tell him—practically command, a thing alone that makes him hiss your name into your ear as his hand grasps your hip.

then, you're bathed in moans, wrapped in them, newly baptised in the sounds you're making him make as you clench and tell him how good he feels, how big he is, that you're his as he grunts into your ear, nose against your hairline as he spills inside of you.

but those sounds are different from the ones he makes when his tongue circles your clit. when his mouth sucks and his tongue lathes across your core. when he's pressing fingers inside of you as you arch into him, a curse, cry and whimper of words that somehow make a sentence as he makes you come again. it's only smothered by the noises your body makes as he buries his face against you, as he moans into your pussy, more so when you pull on his hair. when you yank it between your fingers and come, blinded by white as your body tremors and shakes.

but, still, the best noise that you pull from javier peña is the curse-wrapped moan he released when you stripped for him that first time. when you stood in front of him, nervous as fuck and naked.

that one, fuck that one, is burned into your fucking mind.

[cherrypickedxx]

men in distress😍

[thatredheadwriter]

Who?

javier peña x reader

This is pure smut (with a little fluff at the end because I can’t resist). During the pursuit of recreational pleasure, you accidentally call Javier something new.

This is an NSFW blurb for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Lots of pet names

dom!Javier Peña

dom/sub dynamics

Dirty talk

Unprotected P in V sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Established FWB relationship

Daddy kink (title only)

Creampie

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You babbled incoherently as Javi fucked you from above. His hot breath fanned your face as he pounded into you ruthlessly. He’d hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle was finding spots you didn’t even know you had.

“Such a good girl, takin’ it for me like this, princesa,” he purrs, one of his massive hands coming to squeeze your tit, the other firmly gripping your hip in a way that you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“Ah, fuck…Javi,” you cried, clawing for him, needing to feel him over every inch of you. He happily obliged, changing the angle yet again and throwing you even deeper into bliss.

In all your confused pleadings of, ‘please’ and ‘more’ and other half-formed words, you almost missed it when it slipped past your lips.

“Shit, daddy. Feels so good,” you panted, clawing at his shoulders.

But then he stopped completely, halfway inside you, and looked at you with his brow furrowed.

“What’d you say?” he asked, searching your face as if he could find the words there.

You stuttered and tried to hide your face in the pillow, but he was persistent. The hand that wasn’t holding his weight up off of you came to cup your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“Princesa,” the word rolled off his tongue so smoothly, “What was that you called me?”

“I…I called you daddy,” you confessed, your face burning in shame, tears building at your waterline. Javi and you had the kink conversation fairly early in your ‘mutually beneficial recreational partnership’ as you’d dubbed it, but you never brought up your daddy kink. It was so niche and you’d never met anyone else who was into it. Besides, it’s not like Javi needed anything else to add to his toolkit. He already made you cum faster, harder, and more often than any other partner before him, a fact he was very proud of.

His face softened, and he smiled. “Oh, bebita, you could have told me.”

You gasped as he pulled nearly all the way out before filling you back to the hilt.

“Just needed daddy to fuck you dumb, eh?” he grinned as he resumed his earlier pace, his hand slipping from your jaw to wipe a tear that slipped from your eye.

You nodded, brain going to mush when he called himself daddy. That combined with the sight of him above you, sweaty and gorgeous had your orgasm building even faster than usual.

“Who fucks you this good?” he growled in your ear, hand returning to your hip.

“You, daddy!” you all but sob, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging the way you’ve learned he secretly loves.

“Fuck, that’s right. This is my pussy, bebita.”

“Only yours,” you nod in agreement, so close to cumming already it burns like a white-hot coil inside you. But try as you might, your brain couldn’t function well enough to string words together to warn him.

As if Javi didn’t already know from the flutter of your walls around his cock to the way your bit your bottom lip and whined so lowly that if he wasn’t listening for it, he’d miss it over his own heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum for me, princesa?” he asked, his thumb moving to where it could rub hard and fast on your clit.

You nodded furiously, barely able to do even that before the dam broke and every muscle in your body was tensing and relaxing in careful coordination. Some part of you was aware that words were still coming out of your mouth, but you had no clue what it was you were saying.

It was Javi’s voice that brought you back, low in your ear. “Solo papi te folla tan bien,” he growled.

As you came down from your high, Javi was still chasing his, but he did remove this thumb from your oversensitive nub, giving you a touch of reprieve. You tugged on his hair once more and pressed lazy kisses to the line of his jaw.

Finally, he came, thrusting hard and not stopping until every last drop was fucked up into you.

Javi rolled to the side, thick arms bringing you with him so he could keep you close without crushing you under his weight.

“Shit, where were you keeping that, princesa?” he huffed a laugh, brushing some stray hair from your face.

You curled into his shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment, “I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“Hey,’ he captured your chin in one of his rough hands, placing a kiss to your lips before pulling back to look you in the eye, “You can call me whatever you want, bebita, as long as you keep making those pretty noises for me.”

[buckyhoney]

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 '𝟐𝟐 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’ve been better about consistently reading and stuff, so here are my april reads!

*show these fics/authors some love and REBLOG! If you want to keep up with all my fic recs, i tag them all with ‘sarah recs’ <3 

*remember that these are all 18+ and by selecting a fic, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18. please respect these authors' wishes for minors not to interact. 

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 

-𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞- 

sit pretty, smut, @wannabemurdock tactical, smut, @fluffyprettykitty clean you up, smut, @mushroomlupin anything from @honeydulcewrites 's jon/frank tag cockwarming frank, smut, @babybugwrites man's gotta eat, smut @luxurybeskar

-𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧- 

burning, smut @stardust-kenobi my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder, smut @heavenbarnes safe with you, smut, @starwarslove16 supernova, smut @ezrasbirdie

-𝐣𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐩𝐞ñ𝐚-

rendezvous, smut @frannyzooey la apuesta, smut @absurdthirst unprofessional, smut @starwarslove16

-𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬-

fingers fantasy fulfilled, smut @purple-babygirl daddy's best girl, smut @purple-babygirl

[loslentesdepedrito]

4K

Top right gif by: @palioom, bottom left gif by: @pedrorascal

The picture above is not an indication of the reader’s appearance. I just thought it perfectly illustrated a position they perform.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking f!reader AND Tim Rockford x Spanish-speaking f!reader (Spanish translations are provided. The only characteristics described for the reader are her shorter height compared to Javi and Tim, with Tim being 6'3", and her hair that can be pulled.)

Word count: 12.7k+

Summary: When you discover your boyfriend has been cheating on you, your first instinct is to call your best friends and co-workers, Javi and Tim. They rush to your house to offer their support. As you talk through your feelings and emotions, you eventually propose the idea of a threesome to them, and you tell them you want to record everything. (Inspired by ‘4k’ by El Alfa)

Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI)

Warnings: Cheating (from unnamed character), SMUT: MMF threesome (no mlm), alcohol is consumed before sex, filming sexual acts, revenge sex I guess?, use of the word cunt referring to anatomy, oral (female and male receiving), deepthroating, hand job, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex, use of a plug, anal play, anal sex, Javi and Tim get a little competitive, cream pies, Tim’s glasses, and shoulder holster stay ON (Please let me know if I forgot anything!)

The cozy living room bathed in the soft, comforting glow of natural light filtering through billowing white and blue curtains. Nestled upon the plush expanse of your pristine sofa, you clutched a half-empty wine glass with your freshly painted nails, a shade similar to the inside of a cherry. Your eyes occasionally wandered to the promise of a future celebration: a chilled bottle of Moët champagne perched on the minibar just behind you.

As your fingers delicately unlocked your phone, the gentle chime of a notification filled the air, and you released a heavy sigh, brushing the message aside without a second thought. It was yet another text from your soon-to-be-ex, an unwelcome reminder of the painful betrayal that had shaken your world. Anger now surged within you, overpowering the initial heartbreak.

You decided to text your two closest friends, Javi and Tim, on your group chat, feeling an overwhelming need for support:

'Come over, please.'

Once you saw their immediate reply, you were able to relax.

'Do you need anything?'

'Voy (going)'

You sent a thumbs-up emoji to Javi and then replied to Tim, 'Nothing from the store, Tim. Just the both of you.' 

As you waited for their arrival, time seemed to stretch endlessly. The only sounds breaking the silence in the room were the gentle ticking of the wall clock and the faint clinking of your wine glass as you took a few slow sips. 

The future conversation weighed on your mind as you considered how to confront your boyfriend about his infidelity. It was the moment you had dreaded since finding out, but it had finally arrived. You were determined in your decision—to end the relationship and cut ties with him forever—but the words and the anticipation of his reaction were giving you doubts.

Yet, even as anxiety gnawed at your thoughts, there was a parallel feeling of relief. You knew that, with Tim and Javi by your side, you had a support system. They would not only offer advice but also a sense of security. You knew that if anything were to go wrong, they would be there to protect you, both emotionally and, if need be, physically.

Soon, the sound of cars pulling into your driveway filtered through the curtains, and you knew the guys had arrived. A mixture of nervousness and excitement coursed through your veins as you made your way to the door. 

Tim rang the doorbell politely while Javi pounded on the door impatiently. You swung the door open, revealing your tear-stained face, and their expressions shifted from curiosity to concern.

Javier cut right to the chase. "Why were you crying?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in on you as he stepped inside.

You hesitated for a fleeting moment, then replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Come in," urging them to enter before gently closing the door after Tim.

The three of you stood in the entryway, an unspoken tension lingering in the air. Their concerned gazes remained locked onto you as if trying to read your soul.

"What do you mean, 'it's nothing'? You were clearly crying," Tim pushed his glasses up, his voice filled with worry.

"I'm fine," you downplayed, turning around and walking away, attempting to deflect their concern. "Do you want some Moët?" You gestured toward the ice-filled bucket on the meticulously arranged mini bar.

"What are we celebrating?" Javi asked, following you into the living room.

"I'm breaking up with him," you declared, your back still turned to them.

"Finally!" Javier exclaimed, his relief evident in his tone.

Tim elbowed him somewhat gently. "Don't you have manners?" he scolded Javi.

You turned around to face them, your eyes revealing the truth. "Is that why I've been crying?" Tim asked softly, his concern etched across his features.

With a nod, you confirmed, "I found out he's been cheating on me. But my doctor called me today to say all my tests came back clean, so yay."

Javi, realizing the gravity of the situation, took a step closer to you, his earlier exuberance now replaced by understanding. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this." He said, his tone sincere.

Tim nodded in agreement. "We're here for you," he reassured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting something deep within you that you had long suppressed. Unbidden, a rush of attraction surged through your veins, and you couldn't help but feel intensely drawn to him. As his fingertips continued to rub small, soothing circles against your skin, a wave of desire coursed through you, starting as a tingling warmth at the point of contact and gradually spreading like wildfire. Your heart quickened its pace, and you felt a growing heat pooling in your abdomen.

Stop! you scolded yourself internally, your inner voice trying to quell the sudden surge of desire. He just touched your shoulder. Calm down.

Clearing your throat, you gently release yourself from Tim's touch and move to sit on the couch, whispering, "Thank you," your voice still trembling with emotion. “Sorry. It's just- it's embarrassing to be cheated on. I should've known. I’m a detective, for God’s sake," you admitted with a touch of self-blame.

Tim and Javi followed you to the couch, sandwiching you between them. 

Tim's tone carried an edge of frustration as he interrupted firmly, "You’re a detective, not a goddamn fortune teller."

"No tiene por que darte vergüenza. It's that asshole's fault. Not yours. He should be ashamed. Not you," Javier declared, his anger aimed squarely at your unfaithful boyfriend for causing you such pain and self-doubt.

You let out a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "You're both right." You lightened the heavy atmosphere with a dry chuckle. "At least he didn't give me an STD. That's the last thing I need."

"That's what we're drinking to. No STDs and no more deadweight," you declared, starting to rise from the sofa when Tim's commanding tone stopped you. "Sit. I'll open the champagne," he insisted, while Javi remained steadfastly by your side on the couch.

You tried, though mostly failed, to ignore the way Tim's tone made your stomach churn. You settled back into your seat, semi-aware that your expression might have appeared somewhat befuddled at that moment.

Tim walked over to the mini bar, taking your wine glass, and you could hear the crinkling sound as he carefully removed the foil wrapper and wire cage.

Javi's voice broke through your fantasy, pulling you back to the present. "How are you breaking up with him?"

Then, the room was filled with the distinct, satisfying sound of the champagne cork being expertly popped open by Tim. The soft, rhythmic clinking of glass followed as he poured the effervescent liquid into the flutes.

"That's what I was hoping you two would help me with," you admitted, your gaze shifting between Tim and Javi. 

Tim comes back, and with his massive hands, he manages to bring three glasses. Your mind goes back to picturing sinful images, and you mutter out a quiet thanks before bringing the flute to your lips trying to drown the alcohol and your feelings. 

Unbeknownst to you, Javi and Tim’s attention lingered on your plump lips as they caressed the rim of the glass. 

You sipped the bubbly liquid and said, "I want it to be clear but not hurtful. I don't want to stoop to his level.”

Tim leaned forward, "What if you send him a text?" he suggested. "That way you can be direct and done with him pretty quick."

Javi wanted to oppose this idea. He leaned in as well, his voice filled with righteous indignation. "Or," he interjected, "you could make that cheating douchebag boyfriend of yours eat his heart out."

Tim objected with a shake of his head. "No," he said firmly, "let's not give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to you. A simple, straightforward text will suffice."

You chewed on your lips, deep in thought. After a moment, you looked up and spoke, "You know what," you said while rubbing your thighs, "Tim's right. I just want to be done with him already."

"It's the sensible choice," Tim said with a reassuring smile.

Javi was like a devil on your shoulder, his voice dripping with righteous indignation. "Are you sure about this, cariño?" he questioned, clearly still convinced that your cheating boyfriend deserved to feel the full weight of his actions.

"I am. It’ll be quick and easy," you replied firmly as you grabbed your phone. "What do I say?" 

​​"Start with something like, 'We need to talk.'"

You nodded, appreciating Tim's calm and practical approach. Your fingers danced across the screen as you followed his lead. "Okay," you replied, "I've written that. What's next?"

“I know about your infidelity,” Javi proposed.

You didn't hesitate to incorporate his words into the message. "Done," you declared.

As you waited for Tim's next suggestion, Javi couldn't resist chiming in. "Tell him it's over because you deserve better," he urged. "Make him realize what he's lost, and let him feel it."

You considered his input and began incorporating it into the message. "All right," you said, "I've added that part. ¿Y ahora? (Now?)"

“'I don’t tolerate cheating, and I can't continue this relationship. It's over.’” Tim suggested and you typed. The room fell into an uneasy silence as you continued to type, longer and more furiously than before.

Javi and Tim exchanged a confused glance, their concern growing with each passing second, wondering why you were taking so long to send the message.

“How does this sound, 'We need to talk. I know about your infidelity. It’s over because I deserve better. I deserve someone who will be faithful and will respect me. I don’t tolerate cheating, and I can't continue this relationship. It's over. Do me a favor, and never contact me again.'”

They started nodding in agreement before you continued with an emotional outburst, “Malparido, I gave you my heart, and you stomped all over it. Te odio y espero que te vayas al infierno y que te pudras por mentiroso y traicionero, maldito animal rastrero. ("Bastard, I gave you my heart, and you stomped all over it. I hate you and I hope you go to hell and rot for being a liar and a traitor, you fucking creeping animal.)”

They were a bit shocked at the intensity of your words, and although Tim wasn't fluent in Spanish, judging by the words he did understand and your tone, he knew you had torn into your boyfriend. 

Javier couldn't contain his laughter, and it echoed through the living room. After catching his breath, he said, “Okay, now you're just writing the entirety of 'Rata de Dos Patas.' But honestly, he deserves worse.”

You sighed in frustration. "Ugh! This isn't working," you admitted. "I don't think a text will be enough to keep him away. ¡'Tá bien hueco para comprender que nunca lo quiero ver! (He’s so dumb to comprehend I’d never want to see him again!)"

"Alright, I'm going to throw this out there," Tim proposed, "what if you call him and then dump him? He doesn't deserve a face-to-face anyway."

"No! You're thinking inside the box, Rockford," Javi interjected. "She needs to make him regret betraying her."

Curious and open to ideas, you turned to Javi. "Like what?" you asked, wondering what he had in mind.

Javi paused, deep in thought. "Mmm… I don't know," he admitted.

"¡Ay! ¿Entonces? (Ugh! So?)" 

"Ya, (Enough)" he calmed you down. "I just need some more alcohol, and then I will design you a step-by-step plan."

Tim rose from his seat, his towering figure casting a protective shadow over the room. "I'll get the bottle," he offered. 

Javi nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with ideas to help you exact the perfect revenge on your unfaithful ex-boyfriend. "And I'll get my thinking cap on," he added with a mischievous glint in his eye.

As soon as the words left Javier’s mouth, Tim returned with the bottle of champagne. He poured more bubbly into your glasses, and you all raised a toast.

"To new beginnings and leaving the past behind," Tim said, clinking his glass against yours and Javi's.

“That y que se chingue su puta madre ese pendejo,” Javi said, taking a hearty sip of champagne.

“Uh… ditto to what you said,” Tim replied a bit unsure, causing you to chuckle.

You offered a translation, "He said, 'And may that dumbass screw his fucking mother.' Uh… it makes more sense in Spanish. Haven't you been around us long enough to catch onto what we say?"

“I ignore him,” Tim pointed at Javi, “most of the time if I’m being honest,” he admitted with a grin.

Your laughter filled the room, and it was contagious, with even Javi unable to resist joining in. As your laughter rang out, both Javi and Tim couldn't help but feel their pulses quicken. It wasn't the champagne that was making their hearts race; it was the deep feelings they held for you that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. 

Among the shared laughter, your mind wandered involuntarily to your ex and the painful memories he had left behind. Anger and resentment welled up within you, reigniting your determination to make him get a taste of his own medicine.

"Remember what I said about not stooping to his level? Fuck that. I want him to hurt just like I did," you declared, your tone determined.

"That's my girl!" Javi exclaimed happily, his words bringing a warm rush to your chest.

Tim, sitting beside you, crossed his arms on the sofa, his curiosity evident in his low, measured tone. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.

Javier responds for you, “Nothing illegal, ‘cus, duh!” He referred to all of you working for law enforcement.

“What if you go on a date with someone and upload the picture to Facebook?” Tim proposed.

You took a big sip of your drink, contemplating the suggestion.

“It’s 2020, old man. Not many people use Facebook now.” Javi teased. 

“¡Ey, dejá de hablarle así! (Hey, stop talking to him like that!)” You said, smacking Javier’s arm lightly, a small scowl on your face as you defended Tim.

“But, you know what? I think that’ll work,” you said, a sly grin spreading across your face. “Fuckin' asshole was projecting. It’s sick that he thought I was cheating on him with you guys,” you added, laughing as the Moët began to affect you ever so slightly.

“Why would he think that?” Tim asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Um,” you hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “He got it out of me that I found both of you attractive.”

Javier's eyes widened with realization, and a cocky grin crept onto his face. "Ah, I knew it."

You felt your cheeks heat up and stammered, "You knew?" Mortification washed over you at the thought.

"I'd be a horrible cop to not notice your stares," Javi explained with a teasing glint in his eye, trying to ease your embarrassment.

While Javi was well aware of your unspoken attraction, Tim remained oblivious to your feelings. It wasn't because Tim was a bad detective; quite the opposite, he was an excellent one. He had occasionally caught your eyes lingering on him, on his shoulders, on his hands, even on his mouth. However, he had convinced himself that you saw him only as a friend and colleague, never imagining that you might reciprocate the feelings he had for you.

Tim felt like a schoolboy, and despite his attempts to prevent it, a flush of red crept up his cheeks.

You didn’t notice, but Javi did. He started brainstorming. 

"You want revenge?" Javier asked, implying he had an idea in mind.

You said yes.

"What if you use us?" Javier's husky voice suggested, his dark eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed at you, a hint of a seductive smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, your desire for revenge on your ex simmering beneath the surface, but what you truly craved at that moment was the touch of Javi and Tim, the electrifying connection that had been building for far too long.

Tim, his usual composed demeanor slipping away, gently placed his champagne glass on the coffee table. His strong, calloused hand cupped your chin, tilting your face upwards with a tenderness that spoke volumes. As he leaned in, your heart raced in anticipation. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and electric. Your heart danced a frenetic waltz in your chest, and you felt the fiery spark of longing ignite within you. The kiss deepened, and you couldn't help but respond with hunger you hadn't realized you'd been holding back. A moan escaped your lips as you deepened the kiss. Tim seemed surprised by your sudden change of demeanor. He pulled back from you after only a few moments, leaving the two of you panting. His face flushed pink as he stared down at you, his dark black eyes wide with shock.

Before he could utter a word, Javier interrupted as he leaned over your shoulder and put his lips right next to your ear. "Are you sure?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered and whined, "Mhm" in response. Javier chuckled lightly, and he kissed your neck, trailing kisses from your ear to the top of your collarbone.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked again, his brows furrowing in concern.

Javi added, "Yeah, you've been drinking—"

"No!" you cut them off firmly. "I promise I'm not intoxicated. I didn't finish the wine; I only had like two ounces, and the Moët isn't clouding my thoughts. I want to do this."

Javi exchanged a glance with Tim, both of them still worried but taking your word. Javi spoke softly, "We just need to be sure you're completely comfortable with this, that's all."

You appreciated their concern and offered a reassuring smile. "I want this, I really do."

As you spoke, you couldn't help but wonder, "Are you both sure too?"

Javier and Tim exchanged glances again, silently communicating their agreement. Then, Javi nodded and spoke for both of them, "We're sure, mi amor (my love). This is something we've all thought about for a long time, and we want it just as much as you do."

After the words left Javi’s mouth, he lowered his head back to the crook of your neck. The warmth of his tongue and teeth caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You sighed softly as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm lips against your skin, his body close to yours. Javier's breath tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing it to tingle more, sending waves of pleasure through you.

When you opened your eyes, Tim's gaze bore into you, his dark, intense eyes filled with a myriad of emotions. Desire, longing, and a hint of uncertainty danced in the depths of his soulful black irises, while his pupils dilated, betraying the intensity of his feelings. His breath, warm and tinged with anticipation, brushed against your lips as he hovered inches away from your face. You could practically taste the sweetness of the champagne that lingered on his lips, and the air between you crackled with electric tension.

Sensing Tim's uncertainty about his place in this newfound dynamic, you gently stroked his cheek with your fingertips, reassuring him that you wanted him just as much. With that unspoken permission, you kissed him again, deeper than before. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, almost dizzy from how much you wanted him. A feeling akin to euphoria pulsed through you, making your pulse race even faster.

You felt Javi's hands make their way to your jeans, tugging at the zipper. He slipped his fingers under the fabric of your pants and traced the outline of your underwear with his fingertip before running them slowly across the inside of your thighs. The movement sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core, and you groaned, arching into Javi's touch. You heard Javier chuckle at the sound of your reaction, and you felt his fingers slide underneath your panties and skim over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You moaned at the feeling of his cool fingers on your heated skin. When his digits reached your opening, you gasped in surprise, a gasp turned into an involuntary whimper as he went up and teased your clit. Javi rubbed small circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing a tingling sensation to spread from your center.

"Don't stop," you pleaded.

Tim sat on the sofa, observing in silence as he heard you whisper, "Please don't stop."

Javier smirked at you and pressed a kiss against your temple. Then, without any further preamble, he began to push a finger into your entrance, teasing your wetness, making you gasp and grip onto Javi's biceps. Javier's finger slid into you easily, and he began to pump slowly, adding another digit when you started to squirm.

Tim leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt. "Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing. Do you want to stop? We can pause if you like."

You shook your head fervently, a desperate plea in your eyes as you tried to convey to Tim that this wasn't about stopping. You needed him, and the only words you were capable of forming, once again, were, "Don't-" but you were abruptly interrupted, a soft gasp escaping your lips as Javi's skilled hands continued to work their magic on your pussy. "Don't stop. Please, you managed to utter amidst the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it to the ground somewhere near the door. His eyes were glued to your bra, licking his lips hungrily, drinking in every detail, committing every inch of you to memory. You moaned softly when he trailed a single finger along your collarbone before continuing downwards, touching your nipples through your bra, pinching them softly, eliciting a pleasured gasp from your lips. The pressure was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you writhed against him, pressing your lips together so that you wouldn't let out another moan.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head, and you exclaimed, "Wait!"

Both men immediately pulled back, their faces filled with concern as they simultaneously asked, "What's wrong?" Tim voiced his worry in front of you, while Javi's concern came from behind.

"Nothing! It's just..." you began, briefly second-guessing your idea but deciding to voice it anyway, "Would you guys be okay with um recording ourselves?"

Javi and Tim's mouths parted slightly, their eyes widening in surprise.

"I want to film us having sex," you admitted, your voice tinged with excitement. "It won't ever get released, I promise. It will only be for the three of us."

Tim's cock twitched at your proposal. He couldn't believe that he would be able to relive the day over and over. 

He would be able to reexperience the feeling of being inside you, kissing you, tasting you, caressing you... and, above all else, he would be able to see you come undone beneath him. His cock hardened at the thought of that.

"Of course," Javi groaned, nodding vigorously. "I'm game, babygirl."

You glanced towards Tim, a slight smirk gracing your lips. You knew he was just as excited as you were.

Tim leaned forward and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, and his fingers found themselves buried in your hair. You moaned softly and ran your hands up and down his muscular torso. 

"Save it for the camera, guys," Javi teased, and you pulled away, feeling a bit flustered. He reached for his phone, but you gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand back down to the sofa.

"No," you said firmly, your voice laced with desire. "I don't want to use your phone. It's low quality."

Javi gave you an amused look but didn't argue as he placed his phone next to him on the coffee table.

Tim looked at you, curiosity and desire still swirling in his eyes. "What do you want to use to film it?" he asked, his voice husky.

You glanced between the two of them, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Tim," you began, "your camcorder films at 4k, right?"

Tim's eyes widened as he realized where you were going with this. "Yeah," he replied, a slow grin spreading across his face. "It does. It shoots in 4K, and it has a built-in mic, so it's pretty good."

"Remember you left it here after using it for bird watching, and you haven't taken it home," you add.

"Fucking hillbilly," Javier muttered under his breath, shaking his head at Tim's hobby of birdwatching.

"Where's the camera?" Tim asked, urgency evident in his voice.

Conveniently, it was in the nearest closet. "In the closet," you replied.

Javi raced to search for it. After a moment, he found the huge box, and when he opened it, he saw the camera and tripod. Javier had never been more grateful for Tim's penchant for birdwatching. 

An impatient Javier quickly started setting up the tripod and the camcorder. He unfolded the legs with dexterity but soon looked confused as to how to turn on the camcorder. He muttered to himself while pressing buttons with impatience.

Meanwhile, Tim was preoccupied with gently caressing your thighs, his fingers slowly snaking their way to the inside of your jeans. Before he could do so, he heard Javi's struggles.

"Having trouble there, Peña?" Tim asked, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought you were the tech-savvy one, didn't you just make fun of me for still being on Facebook?"

Javier shot him a mock glare before admitting, "Okay, fine. I need your help, old man."

Tim chuckled and got up from the couch, walking over to the camera. He expertly turned it on and began to set it up while playfully retorting, "Old man?" he clicked his tongue, "At least I know how to work this thing."

As Tim powered on the camcorder and adjusted the settings, Javi couldn't help but make a jab at Tim. "Well, at least I don't need reading glasses yet, old man."

You defended Tim, saying, "Ay, Javi, apenas y puedes manejar por estar medio ciego. (Javi, you can barely drive because you're half blind.)"

"Por qué siempre lo defiendes a él y a mí no? (Why do you always defend him and not me?)" Javier asked.

"Stop pouting. El día que él te haga lo mismo... (The day he does the same to you…)"

Javi smiled, thinking you were going to say that the day Tim did the same thing to him, you would defend him.

But you continued, "Ahí veré, abusivo. (I’ll see, bully)"

His smile vanished as you said you'd see what to do instead of immediately defending him. "Watch it, or I won't put out," he threatened.

"Yes, you will," Tim and you answered in sync.

Javi rolled his eyes, knowing there was no way he would leave now, and focused on attaching the camcorder to the tripod.

Tim used you as the focal point to fine-tune the camera's view. Your heart raced as he adjusted the zoom and settings, and you couldn't help but feel a heady mix of excitement and anticipation.

You sat on the couch feeling the excitement building in the room. As Tim was adjusting the lens, he couldn't help but murmur, "You're going to look incredible on film, sweetheart."

A smile crossed your lips, and you said nothing. The image of yourself on the screen captured by one of Tim's cameras, naked and writhing beneath him, was intoxicating.

Once everything was set up and adjusted, Tim and Javi walked back to the couch, their eyes still filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you watched them approach. They sat down on either side of you, and you smiled shyly as they leaned in closer to you.  

With a firm but gentle grip, Javi's strong hands settled on your hips. Slowly, he guided your body, turning you to the left to face him directly. As your eyes locked onto him, you saw nothing but adoration, a burning intensity that set your heart ablaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours with an ardent hunger, igniting a passionate flame that consumed both of you. 

The kiss was so intense that it swept you off your feet, quite literally. You found yourself transitioning from sitting on the couch to kneeling on it, your mouth still passionately connected to Javi's. In the process, your body pressed firmly against him, inadvertently presenting your behind to Tim, causing him to groan.

With desire pooling in his eyes, Tim gently hooked his thumbs on your pants and sensually helped you remove them. As your pants slid down, both he and the camera captured a perfect, tantalizing view of your plump ass. 

His lips, warm and hungry, peppered a trail of soft kisses along your spine, igniting a trail of fervent desire, while his hand glided sensually from the curve of your spine down to the delicate fabric of your panties. You gasped into Javi's mouth when Tim began to massage you through your panties.

"Mmm..." you breathed, your knees shaking, "please, please."

Tim smiled devilishly as he pushed inside your panties. His fingers landing on your clit, rubbing it gently, creating a pleasant friction. "Tell me what you need," he rasped huskily.

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip in order to prevent a moan from passing through your lips. "Please. Don't stop," you whispered, barely managing to form the words between panting breaths.

Javi smiled, his gaze never breaking contact with yours. "How do you want us baby?”

“Every way,” you wine, and you were answered by a deep moan from Tim, followed by a soft groan from Javi. Tim took his time to tease you, and your breathing grew faster and heavier when you felt one of Tim's fingers slip in. “Ahh... fuck!” you gasped.

Javier smirked at your reaction. "That sounds like it feels good, doesn't it?" he cooed, his hand moving from your face to your hips.

"Yes...” you said weakly. You could feel the slickness coating your pussy, which made you whimper. "I need m-more...”

"You take the lead," Javi whispered with a husky intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"We'll do anything for you," Tim added, his voice low and full of desire.

Your voice, soft but brimming with confidence, caressed the words, "Okay. Then... I want to be against the wall."

With a collective, synchronized movement, Javier and Tim rose from the sofa, their towering figures looking at you still kneeling. Their hands, warm and possessive, found yours. Slowly, they guided you off the couch, their touch igniting sparks of hunger that danced across your skin.

As your feet touched the floor, you stood before them, your heart pounding in your chest. It was as if time had frozen, and you all took a moment to savor the intensity of the moment.

Their eyes, dark and filled with desire, drank you in from head to toe, tracing every curve and contour of your body with an insatiable hunger. The room's dim light accentuates the contours of your form, their gazes locked onto your every inch.

You stood before them, adorned in a deep silk-red bra that seemed to be woven from the finest threads of desire itself. The upper half of the cups imitated the color of your skin tone, a beautiful contrast to the passionate red that adorned the rest of the fabric. Intricate black lace gracefully adorned over half of each bra cup, its stunning floral patterns tracing a sensual contour along the swell of your breasts. The lace's trimmings extended gently, their featherlight caress brushing your bare skin. 

A silk black bow sat at the center gore of your bra, its satin finish glistening in the light of the room. Dangling from the bow, a single pearl danced with every subtle movement.

Your matching panties were an exquisite set. They mirrored the color of your bra, the silk material illuminating in the seductive lighting in the room. The center panel of the panties was a rich, deep red silk with a wet patch indicating the desire that pulsed within you. Its texture is smooth and cool against your heated skin. It felt luxurious and sensual as it grazed over your most intimate places.

The same skin color fabric beneath delicate black lace covered the fabric on either side of the red silk, adding an intricate layer of allure. It felt soft and comfortable against your skin, a gentle caress that heightened the sensations coursing through your body.

As you stood before Javier and Tim, their intense gazes explored every inch of your nearly naked form. Normally, having two sets of eyes roaming your body might make you self-conscious, but those thoughts dissipate. You sensed the hunger in their looks, yet more than that, you could feel the depth of their love for you. It was a moment of absolute vulnerability, yet it filled you with a profound sense of empowerment. You knew they desired you, body and soul, and it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you.

"Jesus Christ. You're killing me, bebecita (baby girl)." Javi's hushed voice echoed throughout the room as he slowly stepped closer.

As soon as your fingers touched each other, a spark ignited, and a fiery explosion erupted between your two lovers. Each of them gripped onto your wrists, leading you to the wall. 

As soon as your fingers touched each other, a spark ignited, and a fiery explosion erupted. Each of them gripped onto your wrists, leading you to the wall. 

Javier positioned himself with his back against the wall, his muscular and broad frame making a striking silhouette. He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips, igniting a spark of anticipation that coursed through your body. Gently, he turned you around, his strong arms circling your hips as he lifted you, cradling you against his broad-clothed chest.

With a firm grip, he guided your legs apart, inviting Tim into the intimate embrace.

Tim, fully clothed too, knelt before you. His gaze, framed by the black-rimmed glasses, locked onto yours with a mixture of desire and affection, his dark eyes mirroring the passion that burned within him.

Javi's hand, resting gently on your stomach, ensured your stability as Tim tenderly spread your legs open.

Tim's fingertips danced along the curvature of your inner thigh, igniting a symphony of sensations that made you exhale sharply. He left a trail of fire in his wake with each caress, coaxing your eyes to close as you submitted to the breathtaking intensity of his touch. 

As his skillful fingers ventured higher, you could feel your heartbeat quicken in anticipation.

Finally, with a skillful maneuver, Tim removed your panties, revealing your most intimate desires to him. As the delicate fabric slipped away, a rush of desire washed over him, and his eyes locked onto your bare pussy. His gaze was filled with awe and a hunger that bordered on the primal as if he had unveiled a treasure he had long sought after.

"Fuck," he breathed out, amazed at your glistening sex. 

Behind you, Javi's breath hitched audibly as he too saw your now-exposed form. 

With a soft breath, Tim lowered his head and inhaled the scent of your sex. He reached out with his fingertips and lightly stroked the soft curls surrounding your sensitive center. 

As he drew closer, his face brushed against your delicate skin, the faintest hint of stubble and mustache sending electrifying sparks of sensation through you. The texture of his facial hair against your skin added to your already heightened nerves, making your heart race even faster.

With a gentle touch, Tim's tongue began its sensual exploration. He ran his tongue along your folds, licking and nibbling at your tender folds until you cried out in pleasure. You whimpered softly when he tasted your outer lips, and when his tongue lapped up the moisture that coated your folds, you mewled, but the sound was muffled when Javi smashed his lips against yours.

Tim's tongue ventured further, tracing circles around your pussyhole, the rhythmic motion causing your arousal to flow even more freely. He swirled his warm tongue around the opening as he sucked in air and expelled it rhythmically, filling his nostrils with the enticing scent. When he pushed his tongue inside you, it elicited an even louder moan from you. Your hands fisted his short curls, pulling him closer and closer to you, causing him to moan.

All Tim could think as he was in between your thighs was, she tastes so fucking good. He couldn't believe he had been missing out on your taste for so long. 

From his current position, Tim's nose won't come into contact with your clit, and just when you're thinking, I need-oh god! My clit-, Javi uses his free hand to stroke your clit, sending your arousal soaring, and as Tim continued to suck your juices into his mouth, you couldn't take it anymore you started moaning uncontrollably. 

In a frenzied moment, your fingers clenched tightly into Tim's hair, his black and white strands slipping between your trembling knuckles. Simultaneously, you reached for Javier's hand, desperate to anchor yourself as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Your fingers intertwined with his, clutching onto the reassuring warmth of his touch resting on your stomach. 

You didn't get a chance to give a warning before your orgasm crashed, only crying out, "Oh my god!" as you came hard all over Tim’s mouth. Cum dripped freely into his mouth as he kept sucking on you, savoring every single drop of your taste. 

When you finally calmed down enough to breathe again, you looked down at Tim, whose beard was covered in the remnants of your fluids. With your index finger, you lightly traced the outline of his lips, smiling softly when he said, "God, you taste so good, baby."

"Thank you," you breathed out happily and fell back on Javi's chest. 

Tim pressed a tender kiss on your thigh, his lips a soft caress against your heated skin. He carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, and Javier took hold of them so you wouldn't fall over. Tim rose to his feet and motioned to Javi to pass you over. Javi gently transferred you from his arms to Tim's, cradling you securely.

In your blissful state, you couldn't make out the details of their conversation, but you did catch Tim instructing Javi to carry the camera to the bedroom while he carried you upstairs.

Before you could fully register it, Tim carefully laid you down on your bed. The sensations coursing through your body intensified as he peppered your neck with kisses. You began to regain awareness of your surroundings, just in time to witness Javi entering the room and placing the tripod down. 

Javi moved closer, positioning himself beside you, ensuring that he wouldn't obstruct the camcorder's view. He licked his lips in anticipation and felt his hardened cock twitch just watching your breasts rise and fall with your breathing.

Tim delicately toyed with the silk straps of your bra, stroking your skin in the process, his touch sending shivers across your skin. He leaned in, his voice a sensual whisper as he asked, "Can I take this off, baby?"

You stared at him with hooded eyes before nodding, "Please." He slowly undid the clasp at the back of your bra, removing it in one swift motion and dropping it to the floor. Your breasts fell out of the garment, exposing your naked body to the men staring at you hungrily. 

Javi emitted a low, appreciative groan, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed skin. "Dios mío (my god)," he muttered, unable to conceal his awe.

Tim's breath hitched audibly as his gaze locked onto your bare breasts. "You're so beautiful," he murmured in a voice that sounded like he was in pain.

Javi slowly brought his lips to each breast, nipping softly as he sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth. 

You were going to moan Javi's name, but as soon as you felt a second mouth on you, your moan turned into "Ja-Ahh!" because Tim couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned forward, his lips finding your other breast and sucking on it, making you cry out. 

Both sets of lips were warm and eager as they closed around your sensitive flesh and sucked greedily. "Oh..." you gasped, arching your hips upwards into the air. 

Your hands fisted their hair and it only encouraged them to suck more intensely. You felt their teeth scrape and you whimpered loudly and cried out "Tim! Javi!"

I think- ah! I think I can come from this alone.

Not even two seconds later, the two mouths left you with swollen and reddened lips and you were left gasping for air. 

Your breasts were sore and heavy, your pussy throbbing painfully. But as quickly as you were able to recover, you sat up, pushing yourself up.

"Holy fuck," you managed to stammer out hoarsely. Your desire-filled eyes shifted between Javi and Tim, lingering on their still-clothed bodies. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you declared, "This isn't fair, you two still have your clothes on."

Javi chuckled, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Entonces, qué estas esperando? (So, what are you waiting for?)" 

You wasted no time, taking hold of Javi's white dress shirt collar as you straddled him, although not meeting his hips, making him swallow his laugh. With a teasing glint in your eyes, you reach for the buttons.

As you patiently unbutton the first button, your fingers brush lightly against his chest as you reveal his toned physique. With that first button undone, your lips descended to kiss a sliver of his exposed skin, making Javi shiver below you. The warmth of your mouth against his bare flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmmm."

With each button undone, your lips found the newly exposed tan skin. Your fingers traced the contours of Javi's well-defined pecs, brushing over one of his nipples. At the contact, he gasps and bucks his hips up, seeking yours, making you smile.

Tim watched from the side, his thoughts running wild as he admired the sight. Asshole becomes putty in her hands, but who wouldn't? Just look at her... he mused, his eyes locked on you and Javi.

You throw Javi's shirt on the floor, and you let your fingers glide down his stomach, tracing the trail of dark hair that makes your mouth water. The temptation to fully sit down on Javi's lap and grind against the evident bulge was almost overwhelming, but you restrained yourself.

Instead, you shift your attention to Tim. You climbed off Javi's lap, straddling Tim as you took hold of his black and white striped suit jacket, peeling it halfway down his shoulders. Your eyes widened when you caught sight of something black peeking out beneath his jacket.

A rush of surprise and want coursed through you as you realized it was Tim's black leather gun holster. Your breath hitched at the sight, and Tim immediately noticed the change in your demeanor.

"I didn't get a chance to take it off because I had just gotten home from work, and I'd locked up my gun before you called me," Tim explained, his voice tinged with regret. "Ran out the door in a hurry and didn't take it off."

He raised his hand to remove the holster, but you quickly stopped him, saying, "And I won't take it off right now."

The corner of Tim's lip rose in a small smirk. "Alright then, sweetheart." He kissed your cheek softly.

Javier, with a salacious smirk, said, "Ya sabía que te gustaba nuestros pistoleros. (I knew you liked our holsters)" His eyes danced with amusement as he teased, clearly enjoying your preferences in the bedroom.

You mirror Javi's grin and move over to open your bedside drawer, reaching for a small silk drawstring bag. 

You looked at both Javier and Tim, your expression serious as you broached the topic. "I don't want to use condoms tonight. Are you guys okay with that?"

Why the hell does she want to kill me?

I swear I'm not going to last

Tim Nods and says, "I'm clean."

Javier adds, "Yeah, me too. Clean as a whistle."

Unbeknownst to you, they had made a bet on who could stay celibate, and neither of them had broken their pact.

You open the bag, holding two items that had been on your mind. You asked, "Do you guys want to try something a little different?" As you spoke, you took out a bottle of lube and a brand-new red heart jewel plug.

Their eyes widened, mouths practically dropped open, and they both groaned in response.

Javier couldn't resist stroking himself through his pants. 

You hand the items to Tim and flip over, showing him your ass. 

"Fuck" he hisses as you present yourself to him. He reaches out and gently massages your ass, squeezing it lovingly. 

You sigh contentedly as you feel Tim's hot mouth taking possession around the tight ring of your muscle.

You gasp as his tongue slips inside of you, and then you moan, grabbing onto Javi. The feeling of Tim's tongue swirling around you sends tremors shooting through your whole body. You close your eyes and let your head fall back as you whine loudly in satisfaction.

"Ah! Tim Fuck, please." You squirm in pleasure as he licks you with relish. The sound of his tongue raking over your tight hole has you pushing your ass back involuntarily. It feels heavenly.

So good, so good, so good... you chant in your head over and over. 

Javi stands there captivated, unable to tear his gaze from devouring your body. He's mesmerized by your every move and motion; his dick throbs watching how you writhe against Tim's skilled tongue.

Slowly, Tim lathers a finger with lube and inserts it inside you.

"Mierda! (Shit!)" you grit as Tim pumps his fingers deeper inside you, prompting a shiver of pleasure. 

Javi couldn't resist making a comment about your struggle, "It's only one finger. How are you supposed to take either one of us?" But his tone quickly shifted to one of gentle reassurance as he leaned in, his warm breath creating tingles in your ear. "Relax," he whispered soothingly and kissed you on the cheek. 

"I'm sorry." you breathed out, overwhelmed by sensation.

Tim's caring voice joined in, "It's okay, baby, just relax for me."

You do as they say, and he adds another finger.

Oh God... you whimper in your mind. Feels so good. I think I can-ah!! I think I can take them already... Oh my God...

You begin to grind against Tim's fingers back and forth. You wanted it all and needed it all.

Tim pulls out his fingers, causing you to whine. He doesn't leave you empty for long as he coats the plug with lube and inserts it inside you. Immediately, hot pleasure ripples through your body. "That feels amazing," you breathed, your eyelids fluttering closed. 

Tim couldn't help himself, a low, appreciative sound escaping from the back of his throat as his eyes fell upon the delicate, red jeweled heart nestled between your plush cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, but instead, he kissed your shoulder blade and got up from the bed. 

The unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled reached your ears, and you turned just in time to see Tim's frenzied haste as he pulled down his pants. Your gaze was immediately drawn to his prominent outline, still contained in his boxers. He hurriedly removed his striped tie, followed by his shoulder holster, and although disappointment washed over you, you didn't say anything.

With a bit of effort, Tim managed to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt, sliding it off along with his undershirt. Your eyes traced the contours of his chest, his wide shoulders, his muscular arms, and his stomach, which was softer than Javi's but was just as mouthwatering.

As he started to put the shoulder holster back on, a surge of desire clouded your mind. You couldn't resist the urge any longer. Rising to your knees on the bed, you reached for him, gripping the holster, and pulled Tim closer, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

His breathing became quick, shallow, and shaky. You parted his lips, and he slid his hot, moist tongue between your lips. You moaned deeply as he wrapped his body around yours. 

Tim released his hold on you, and as he did, Javi leaned in to plant a tender kiss on the top of your breast. The combined sensations of their touches make your skin break out in goosebumps. 

Javi trails his hand further until he reaches your mound. You gasped out his name as Javi's thumb circled around your clit. Your free hand grabbed onto his wrist, wanting him to continue, but he pulled away. 

As Javi gently released you, Tim followed suit, his gaze fixed on you with swollen lips and dilated pupils.

"Lay down, pretty girl," Javier instructed, and Tim shifted from the edge of the bed to stand next to you to make room for you. 

With Tim now out of the way, your back hit the soft sheets. As soon as you reclined, Javi parted your legs and knelt between them, his intent clear as he crouched on the floor.

Javi took his sweet time, kissing the inside of your thighs, and you squirm, feeling his mustache tickle your skin.

Slowly, he inched his way toward your center and began to lap at your clit. You moan loudly, and your hips buck upward, trying desperately to get closer to his face. Your entire body felt alive and buzzing with excitement. 

You tear your gaze away from Javi, slowly turning your head to the side to look at Tim. His dark eyes lock onto yours.

"You feel good, sweetheart?" he asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Your breath hitches. "Ye-ahh!" you answer, the words spilling out of you as you feel Javi's licks intensify.

"What do you want, darling?" 

You don't respond with words. Instead, your hands move with purpose, reaching for the waistband of Tim's underwear. You hook your fingers under the fabric and begin a slow, tantalizing descent, lowering it down his hips.

As you unveil him, his cock springs forth, slapping upright against his stomach.

Your eyes go wide, and a soft gasp escapes your parted lips.

Oh, god, you think, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight before you, standing tall and proud, leaves you breathless.

He was thick, thicker, and longer than you've ever taken. The head, a deep shade of red, glistened with creamy drops that collected at its tip, and his shaft was adorned with prominent veins that ran along its length.

You couldn't resist the urge, so you ran your fingernails lightly down the length of him, savoring the contrast between the smoothness of his skin and the texture of his veins. He's going to feel so good inside me. He hissed in response to your touch, a sound that made you even wetter.

Javi's head lifted from your thighs, chin glistening with your fluids. "Come on, baby girl, why don't you take him into your mouth?" he insisted, his eyes locked onto yours.

Tim was watching intently too. His eyes were dark and hungry as if he was silently urging you to wrap your lips around him.

You eagerly open your mouth, guiding Tim's tip between your lips, and suck the first few inches as you moan at the intoxicating taste of his cum. The essence of his arousal in your mouth, paired with the electrifying touch of Javi's fingers on your slick folds, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Javi's voice, tinged with desire, reached your ears, "So wet, baby."

Tim moaned in response to the incredible sensation of your mouth and the delicious vibration. You pulled off him, your voice breathy as you complimented, "You taste good."

Tim responds with a throaty moan, his eyes locked on yours as he gasps, "God, you're incredible."

As your gaze shifts to Javi, who's been teasing you from between your parted thighs, he murmurs seductively, "So do you," before diving back to his sweet task.

You lose composure at their voices for a few seconds and then raise your head to have Tim in your mouth again. The hot, throbbing head of his arousal slides past your lips, and you begin by sucking hard, eliciting a satisfied sigh from him. Then, with a tantalizing slowness, you ease your tongue along the length of his shaft, taking small, deliberate segments between your lips.

"Fuck," he sighs and tilts his head back, lost in the sensations you're causing. 

You smile against him feeling proud of yourself, knowing the effect you're having on him. 

He was so thick your lips were already stretching around him and you weren't even halfway through. Uhn...I'm going to have to take him into my throat, won't I, you think, your excitement growing at the thought of deepthroating him.

“Good girl,” Tim whispers, his approval igniting a fiery desire within you. Encouraged, you take more of him, not that you needed it because the weight of his dick and the taste of him driving you insane.

Raising yourself up on your elbows, you relaxed your throat to accommodate him. As you took a few more inches, Tim inhaled sharply, his panting and the wet squelching of your cunt filling the room.

Meanwhile, Javi continued to run his tongue around your folds before focusing on your clit, pulling a loud "Ahhh!" from your lips. As he kept sucking, your walls clenched around him, and you could feel his grin against your sensitive skin as he intensified his sucking.

With every sensual lick, flick, and tantalizing bite, Javi increased the pressure on your nub, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you closed your eyes and, with focused on hollowing out your cheeks for Tim.

As you approached the girthiest part of Tim, your jaw had grown sore, and a nervous excitement began to bubble within you.

God, I don't know how I'm supposed to take him anywhere else when I'm already struggling to take him into my mouth, you wondered nervously but more excited than anything.

Javi slid his tongue around the wet spot where you wanted him most. A mewl escaped your lips, unbidden, as your hips arched upward, desperate to get closer to Javi's face.

Simultaneously, Tim pushed himself deeper into your mouth, and the delicious sensation made him emit a deep, happy "Mmm." Every nerve in your body felt alive and buzzing with excitement. 

Tim struggled to restrain himself, fighting the urge to thrust his entire dick into your welcoming throat. You saw his struggle, and with fluttering lashes, you wordlessly begged for him to be rough. 

His large hand gripped your hair, and he pushed your head further onto his hard cock. You choked momentarily as he brushed against your uvula, causing Tim to become worried. "Shove me away if you need to," he urged his face a mix of pleasure and concern.

You appreciated his consideration but had no intention of stopping. With teary eyes, you relaxed your throat further, allowing more of him to slide in. Above you, Tim watched, chest heaving, his praises and moans spurring you on.

On the floor, Javi's tongue swirled lazily around your opening. You savored the delicious burn of his mustache against your sensitive skin. Slowly and rhythmically, he pushed his tongue deeper, making your body tremble. Then, when you felt Javi's fingers slip into you, his thumb circling your sensitive clit, you whimpered.

As you finally fit the entirety of Tim inside your mouth, he screams out your name. His hips move involuntarily, and he pushes your head further, and your nose tickles the dark, curly hair peppered with hints of white. You continue to suck, and he begins to babble incoherently, lost in the sensations coursing through his body.

The combination of taking all of Tim’s dick into your mouth and your taste makes Javi grind against the bed, desperately seeking friction to relieve the ache he feels.

"Sweetheart, t-that's a-ah... a talented mmm... mouth," Tim pants out.

You want to hear more of the sounds he's making, so you move to caress his heavy balls, gently massaging them. "Oh God... Baby girl..." he groans out, his voice filled with pleasure and desire.

His hips snap into your mouth as he approaches his peak, and he thinks, no can't cum inside her lovely mouth

"Can't cum in your mouth. Uh... I wanna… inside you," he says, voice broken.

Javi, with his two fingers deep inside you and about to add a third, can't resist, "Yeah, cariño, he's too old for that."

Tim shot Javi a narrowed-eyed look but remained adamant in his resolve to last longer. Javi chuckled before returning his attention to your needy core, lavishing it with his tongue, causing your moans to grow louder.

Javi laughs before using his tongue again. His tongue delves deep, exploring every crevice of your velvety walls, making you moan loudly. As the new sensation begins to build within you, your hips instinctively buck.

"Javi, fuck..." you moan. 

Tim, his breath uneven and his gaze locked on you, managed to withdraw from your mouth, eliciting an audible pop, and both you and Tim whined at the loss of contact.

“Yes, baby, let go," Javi encouraged. Your release came slowly, agonizingly so. Tim swiftly moved his hands to catch you as you lost your balance, cradling you in his arms. You trembled in Tim's embrace, descending from the heights of your climax. "Fucking delicious," Javi growled, his tongue sweeping over your sensitive cunt to savor every drop.

Suddenly, you remembered that your ex had given you a camcorder. You gasped, and both guys looked worried. You walked over to your dresser, opened the last drawer, and retrieved the camcorder. To your surprise, you found another one, which had belonged to your ex—well, it used to. You had no intention of returning it now. He had left it in your car, and you had planned to give it back the next time he visited your house. The camcorder he had gifted you had only been used for your beach trips, and you hadn't used it for a while, which was why you had forgotten you had it in the first place.

You brought the cameras back to the guys, your eyes bright with excitement.

Javi was sitting on the bed, and Tim was standing up. You crawled up the bed and handed one of the cameras to Javi.

"I want you to use it," you told him, a playful gleam in your eyes.

His eyes lit up, and he replied, "Como tú mandes (As you order)," as he accepted the camera.

Turning your attention to Tim, you signaled for him to come closer. Wrapping your arms around his strong form, you pressed your lips to his ear, your words dripping with desire, "Do you want to take me from behind?" You handed him the second camera.

Tim's response was a low, sensual murmur, "I can never say no to you."

Returning to Javi, who was laid out on his back below you, you positioned yourself between his legs, facing him directly. With a sensuous touch, you lowered his underwear and wrapped your fingers around his cock.

"Oh, Shit," Javi breathed out softly as he took hold of the camera, turning it on, and pointing it toward you. "Say hi to the camera, baby girl."

With a seductive smile, you directed your gaze toward the lens. "Hi," you cooed. With the camera on you, you held Javi’s cock in your hand, admiring him. Tim's got him beat on length and girth, but Javi has a curve that you know will be incredibly satisfying once he's inside you.

Lowering your head onto Javi's lap, you looked up at the camera, your lips brushing the first few inches of his dick. The sight elicited a groan from Javi, his cock throbbing at the sensual display before him.

Meanwhile, Tim was busy with his camera, the strap wrapped around his fingers. His free hand rested on your back, gently lifting your ass into the air. You whimpered when he removed the plug, but Tim's soothing words distracted you from the discomfort.

"It’s okay, beautiful, I’ve got you," Tim whispered.

Javi also tries to distract you by guiding your attention back to him. Your fingers wrapped firmly around his length, applying strokes that had him gasping in pleasure.

"Ah," he moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the sensation of your skilled touch. Your red nails against his skin, made him twitch in your hand.

Tim, meanwhile, positioned himself at your tight entrance, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. You peeled back Javi's foreskin, exposing his throbbing head. Your lips suck lightly against his foreskin, causing Javi to whimper in delight. The sound sent shivers down your spine, your arousal intensifying.

"Ohh, that's good, baby. J-just like that," Javi breathed out, his voice laden with desire.

As you continued your tantalizing ministrations, you felt the slick sensation of lube, followed by Tim slowly entering you from behind, the stretch of his hard shaft stretching you open. Your cry filled the room as Tim carefully moved back and forth, his intent clear: to slowly open you up and ensure you felt no pain once he was fully inside.

Tim groaned in response, the pleasure of being inside you evident in his every movement. Your attention shifted back to Javi as you spat lightly on him and then enveloped him between your lips. Beneath you, Javi gripped the sheets when you pushed your head further and moans escaped his soft lips. 

As Tim pushed more of himself into you, both of you moaned in harmony, the room now filled with sounds from all three of you.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking tight," Tim gasped, his voice laced with raw need. "Uhn…"

You could only respond with a broken moan, your body shaking in response to your senses being overwhelmed by the feeling of Tim filling you, the intense pleasure washing over you in waves.

I think I-I can cum right now, the thought crossed your mind, and then as if on cue, your body began to unravel.

"Gonna cum," you whine, the words somewhat unintelligible as your mouth was filled by Javi.

Javi whispered with a husky voice, "That's it, baby girl. Let go for us."

"Let it all out, sweetheart," Tim added, his breath ragged.

Your vision blurred as your climax took over, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Around Javi, you moaned, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, while Tim felt you tightening around him. 

Tim's mind repeated a desperate mantra: Shit, Shit, Shit, I can't cum yet, Fuck! With urgency, he tightly grasped the base of his cock, determined to hold back and not release inside you, at least not just yet.

Your release began to trigger Javi's, and he gasped, “Close…mierda, voy a-ahh (shit, I’m gonna-ahh).”

In response to his plea, you redoubled your efforts, your mouth working its magic as you sucked harder and harder. His entire body tensed, breath hitching, pulsing in your mouth, and then, with a guttural groan of pleasure, Javi let go. He erupted into your mouth, and the taste of him was an intoxicating flavor that you eagerly savored. Every drop of his seed was swallowed with fervor.

With Tim still inside you from behind, you pulled your mouth off Javi, and the camera focused on you as you playfully stuck your tongue out, putting on a naughty show to demonstrate that you had indeed taken in every ounce of Javi's release.

Javier didn’t know what came over him. One minute he’s looking at you sticking your tongue out, and the next, he’s grasping your chin in his rough hand and kissing you with everything he’s got. It’s a messy and wet kiss that makes you get up on your knees, and Javi pushes you back onto Tim, causing him to push deeper into you, making both Tim and you moan.

"Javi, I want to ride you,” you declare, your voice filled with desire. You turn your head to speak to Tim, your eyes locking with his intense gaze. “Baby, can I ride him?”

Tim smiles at you, his lips brushing gently against yours. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

Javi eagerly complies, laying down on the bed again. Tim pulls out from behind, allowing you to straddle Javi comfortably. He hisses as he withdraws, and you let out a soft whine at the sensation of emptiness.

As you straddle Javi, his hardness pressing against your core, you feel a surge of need. Your hand wraps around him, pumping once, then twice. Javi's voice, thick with desire, pleads, “Ya, por favor. (enough, please)”

A wicked grin plays on your lips as you tease him, “Tan impaciente, amor. (So impatient, love)”

"You slowly lower yourself onto Javi, and he groans as your tight heat envelops him. Inch by inch, you savor the delicious sensation of him filling you. You work to open yourself to take him. Just because he's smaller than Tim, it doesn't mean his length is any less impressive.

"God, Javi, you feel amazing," you mewl, grinding yourself against him, trying to take in more of his length.

"Oh, cariño, you're incredible," Javi says with pure adoration and lust. 

I’m so wet and I still can’t take him. I-I just have to keep- ah! I have to keep going, you think. 

“How does he feel, sweetheart?” Tim asks, his hand traveling down your body to play with your little bundle of nerves.

“Ohh! Tim!” The stimulation makes you flinch, and you’re able to lower yourself more onto Javi.

Tim continues to help you, guiding you as you slide yourself fully onto Javi. You gasp, and Javi moans, “Ah, fuck.”

His head hits the spongey spot within you, and you cry out Javi’s name.

Just like I thought, he feels so good.

Your cum from earlier pooled at Javi’s base, and the sight that left him momentarily stunned. "Shit," Javi cursed as he zoomed in on the erotic view before returning to capturing you bouncing on him.

“Tim, I-I want you now,” you begged, shifting your weight so that he could take your ass again. 

"Shh, baby, I’ll give you what you want, okay?” Tim says, his voice soothing, and he angles his head to give you a tender kiss.

Tim then kneels behind you, straddling your hips as he positions himself. 

“What’s your safe word?” he asks, loud enough for Javi to hear over the sounds of your moans and wet sounds.

You struggled to comprehend the question, your mind fogged by pleasure as you continued to bounce on Javi. “Hmm? Ohh! Um… it’s Tulip,” you manage to say.

“Got it,” Javi responds through gritted teeth, a hand finding its place on your waist.

“Tulip,” Tim repeats, as he grips himself and guides the tip inside your tight muscle.

"There you go,” Tim panted, his words laced with desire. “Yes, just like that. Good girl. Mmm…” He grunted, each thrust of his hips prompting gasps from you.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you exclaimed, your voice brimming with passion.

This time around, you were able to accommodate Tim’s cock with less resistance, thanks to him opening you up earlier.

Javi's movements grew more intense as he thrust upwards, his free hand massaging your areola before pulling at your stiffened nipple.

A high-pitched cry escaped from your mouth, and it became louder when Tim bottomed out and began to drive into you with fervor.

"That’s it, sweetheart,” Tim groaned.

As your body surrendered to the passion, your mind swirled with a hazy thought, God…oh god, they feel so good.

Javi brought you flush against his chest, his thrusts becoming harder and more fervent. Your bodies moved in perfect sync.

“Besame,” Javi whispered, and you eagerly complied, capturing his lips with a fervent kiss. Your tongues meet and you both moan into the kiss, but a powerful thrust from Tim forces you to rip your mouth away from Javi. Tim was determined to show Javi just how well he could make you feel, and he didn’t waste a moment.

"Javi, how's this for an old man?" Tim challenged, his hands firmly gripping your hips with both hands now as he picked up the pace, driving deeper and harder into you. The room filled with groans, the obscene sounds your bodies made, your screams, and profanities that spilled from your lips.

Javi took Tim's challenge to heart, matching his fervor with powerful thrusts that rocked your body. He pulled you even closer, the rhythm between your hips growing wilder.

Both men were fully absorbed in possessing your body, each wanting to outdo the other, but you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you reveled in the intense pleasure they were giving you. Sweat glistened on your skin, trickling down the valley between your breasts. Both men had a layer of sweat on their bodies, a few strands of their hair sticking to their foreheads.

You whimpered in response to their relentless movements, and Javi reassured you, "I know, I know, I know."

Tim, possessed by the moment, asks, "You can take it, right?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, your face contorted in bliss.

Tears prick your eyes at the intensity of their movements. Javi sat up, his hands still on your waist, guiding you as Tim's grip on your hips tightened. You moaned and arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him. Javi buried his face in your neck, muffling his groans with your skin, the heat of his breath adding to the coil that was threatening to snap any moment now.

Their thrusts grew deeper and deeper, and Tim gritted out your name, his voice making you burn hotter.

You put one hand on Javi’s shoulder for support, and you blindly reached out, searching for Tim’s holster. Your fingers brushed against the smooth leather, and you gripped it tightly, pulling him closer to you. The sensation of them pressed against you caused your pussy to tighten, squeezing them both in the most delicious way.

Tim groaned, losing himself completely in the feeling. She feels so good, wrapped up so tight around me like this, fuck, he thought as he started thrusting into you, each thrust increasing in tempo, intensifying your pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Javi groaned, his voice trembling. God, she’s so fucking tight… uhn, she’s going to make me cum.

You were losing control now, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

Javi, his voice trembling with desire, breathed out, "I can't hold back much longer."

"Me neither," Tim breathed, tightening his grip on you.

You wanted to let them know you were close too, but your voice failed you, and all that escaped were breathless moans. The coil in your stomach tightened further, seconds away from unraveling completely.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Javi grunted, his hips stuttering as he began to lose control. "Oh, God... fuck, shit."

“Such a good girl, baby. Uhn… taki- takin' us so well,” Tim praised.

Their deep, low voices pushed you over the edge. You clenched around them, and you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. Your mouth fell open, and your whole body shook. Your vision whited out, your ears rang, and your hands went limp, releasing your hold on the men.

The tightening of your body pushed them over the edge, and they couldn't hold back any longer. Javi came first, his release accompanied by a passionate "Oh Shit!" as he spilled inside you. Tim followed quickly, spitting out "Uhn!" as he came shortly thereafter.

After their releases, Tim's glasses nearly fell off as he lowered his head, and Javi's hand, which had been holding the camera, fell limply onto the bed, inadvertently capturing the ceiling.

Tim tenderly peppered your shoulder with kisses before slowly pulling out from you. With the camera still in his hand, he focused it on the sight of his pearly spend slowly dripping out of you, prompting groans of satisfaction. Once he was content with the footage, he rolled over, his back meeting the mattress. Meanwhile, you rested on Javi's chest, both of you still breathing heavily.

Javi carefully maneuvered you, turning you over while keeping the camcorder in hand. He recorded himself as he sensually withdrew from you, capturing the sight of his creamy white seed flowing out of you in a steady stream.

When you finally came down, you lay there panting and smiling happily. Javi leaned forward and placed a slow lingering kiss on your forehead

"You okay baby?" Javi asked

Tim gently placed a soft kiss on your temple. "You okay sweetheart?" he asked tenderly.

“Mhm," you hummed as Javi kissed your cheek. “I am now," you murmured happily.

“Pasame mi telefono, porfa (Hand me my phone, please),” you requested, and Javi reached for your phone on the nightstand, handing it to you. They both looked at you with curiosity.

“I think I know how to break up with him,” you said, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Can you take a picture of us?” you asked Tim, phone in hand.

"Of course," Tim replied before taking the phone from your hand. You were well aware that your soon-to-be ex's ego would be deeply wounded to see you with two other men, and you knew he would never utter a word of it to anyone else.

Tim reached for a blanket to cover your naked bodies. As he did so, he slid an arm beneath you, and you nestled your head on Tim’s chest. Javi wrapped an arm possessively around you, his other hand resting on the camcorder that had once belonged to your ex.

Javi meticulously positioned the camera in a way that it would be captured in the picture Tim was about to take. The arrangement, with the three of you nestled under the sheets and the camcorder resting on the bed, would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and that's exactly what you were counting on.

Tim angled your phone and snapped the picture. He passed you the phone and asked, “Is this good?”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled.

You opened your text messages, tapped on his name, and attached the picture. You added ‘It’s over,’ and then you hit send. The whooshing sound gave you satisfaction, knowing he would never contact you again. Just a few seconds later, your message said ‘Read.’

“Good,” Javi said, smiling, then asked, “Is anyone hungry?”

“I could eat,” you replied

“I'll order Chinese," Tim said, reaching for his phone.

Javi, his voice laced with desire, chimed in, "How long do you think they'll take?"

Tim glanced at his phone. "About 45 minutes," he answered.

A mischievous glint danced in Javi's eyes as he leaned over and ripped the sheets off your bodies. "We could do a lot in 45 minutes," he purred, his intentions clear.

A/N: I apologize for any grammar and tense mistakes. English is not my first language, and I struggle with my tenses 😞 If the pacing feels off, it's because I've taken this apart so many times over the past years. Originally, this was a science fiction story with Javi and an older version of Javi, but I scrapped that idea. Then I wrote a similar piece with El Ladron. However, earlier this year, I was blessed with Tim Rockford, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. So, I returned to the original Javi piece and replaced the older Javi with Tim.

I was supposed to be working on the graphics for Chapter 5 of IYW, but I couldn't get Detective Tim Rockford out of my mind, sorry 😔

If you've read this far, thank you, and have a great day 🤎

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