just like heaven

⤷ haunted part 7 - Javier Peña x OFC

It feels weirdly domestic as he gazes at you, elbow resting on the table with his hand over his mouth. Lazy tendrils of smoke escape from his unfinished cigarette, sitting in an ashtray of old butts. He reaches for the crystallized glass he’s been pouring whiskey into, downing the rest of the brown liquid. It burns his throat, making him grit his teeth.

The dull ache remains, knowing that all of this could’ve been avoided if he just left you alone. He stares at you, watching you shrink into yourself and gaze at the floor. He balls up his fist, resting it against his cheek and pressing his fingers against his palm repeatedly. 

It’s a losing battle – he knows that. He’s buried his emotions under a stoic mask for so long that it feels like an elephant is weighing down on his chest. 

Absentmindedly, he reaches for the closest part of you to him, unsure of what he even needs right now. A shoulder to cry on? A warm body to hold? Or a different kind of emotional release.

You stand slowly, padding over until you’re between his legs. You stroke his hair back so gently, even though he doesn’t deserve it. For a moment, he lets you soothe him the way you want, pressing his forehead against your stomach and closing his eyes. When he feels your grip at the nape of his neck, he surges from his chair, the object scraping across the floor before he crashes his lips against yours.

A low moan leaves you, being swallowed eagerly by his mouth, slipping his tongue past your lips. He doesn’t ask for anything, he just takes, hoisting you up and carrying you towards his bedroom.

He kicks the door shut behind him, falling into bed with you. No time is wasted, his warm palms already guiding up your thighs and underneath the shirt you’re wearing. A growl leaves him when he slips his hand into the waistband of your panties, already finding you slick for him.

You tip your head back when he circles your clit, pressing your thighs together. He mouths at your exposed neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin.

Is it wrong to use you like this? Yes.

But he can tell that you want it just as much as he does by the way you moan his name when he buries two thick fingers inside you, curling them relentlessly against the sensitive spot that makes you see stars.

“Suenas tan linda, princesa (You sound so pretty, princess),” he purrs, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. 

The kiss is messy, hungry, and tender all in one, stealing the air from both of your lungs. He pulls back just to slant his lips against yours again. Your sounds grow louder and more frequent, waves of arousal crashing over you unexpectedly.

Javier slows his fingers to a gentle caress, massaging your fluttering walls and prolonging your pleasure until you’re a puddle underneath him. It’s only then that he brings his hand up to his lips, holding the back of your neck with his other hand to make sure you’re watching him suck your creamy release off his fingers.

The sight shoots a fresh wave of heat through your body, pupils blown wide with desire. Without a second thought, you lick into his mouth, tasting your slick on his tongue. Your hands nimbly work the buttons on his shirt, tossing it across the room before cupping the prominent bulge straining his jeans.

He groans against your mouth, hips bucking into your hand to chase the friction.