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summary: the miller's have invited you over for one of their neighbourhood barbeques. old man miller is a flirt and your abuelo hates it
tags: MDNI big fat age gap, javier is 65 and joel is 56, smut, tiny bit of angst, slight hurt comfort, stepcest, cheating, unprotected p in a, D/s dynamics, spanking, slapping, belting, mild breeding kink, slight frotting, some exhibitionism, consensual forced blowjobs, slight choking, some voyeurism, possessive javier, pervy joel, abuelo is a freak and a bisexual icon
word count: 5.8k
series: abuelo's boys (chapter 2 will be linked here)
a/n: was talking w letsgobarbs and maiamore and it turned into this delicious concept. there is some espaƱol mexicano, but i'm merely studying spanish, i'm not very good so if native speakers have any critiques, feel free to give them. javier is reader's step-grandad. ik mijo means son but i believe it also works for grandchildren. thank u @maiamore for the beta <3
āay mierda, mijo,ā javier moans, leaning over your sweat slicked back as he rams his cock inside you, āmake your abuelo feel like heās 20 years youngerā you yelp as javier grips your hips tighter, slamming your hips back against his.Ā
āmmm, let abuelo hear that sweet voice,ā javier groans, thrusting into you so hard your hips bruise against the ceramic of the bathroom sink in front of you, ālove this tight fuckinā assā made perfect, jusā for me, huh, mijo?ā you struggle out a nod as you grip the sink.
ānuh uh, cariƱo,ā javier grabs your hair, wrenching your head up to make eye contact with him in the mirror, āhabla por mĆ.ā his eyes are flared with lust, a look youāve seen too many times to count.Ā
āsĆ, abuelo,ā you manage to croak out before javierās hand is on your cock, wringing another orgasm out of you. you tense, clenching around his cock as you cum in his hand.
āgood boy,ā he bucks his hips forwards one last time and you feel his thick warm cum fill your hole, ābuen chico⦠so good for your abuelo.ā javier wraps his arms around you, one sneaking up to squeeze your throat, pulling you tight to him as he dumps his load inside you. he slowly pulls out, quickly pulling your underwear up to catch his seed before it spills out. he nips your neck and smacks your ass, earning himself a whimper.
ātoo bad ya mamĆ” didnāt make you a girl,ā javier chuckles against your neck, sliding a hand to your stomach, āwoulda had you round with mi niƱo already.ā a shiver runs down your spin at the thought. javier notices, squeezing your stomach.Ā
āno te preocupes, mijo,ā he whispers, kissing under your ear, āthank fuck thatād never happen. tu mamĆ” y abuela would kill me.āĀ
āyeah,ā you chuckle, breathlessly, āthey would, abuelo.ā javier smiles at you in the mirror, stepping back and straightening his clothes out.
ālook presentable,ā javier says firmly, smacking your ass, āweāre going to the millerās nowā for the barbeque. and donāt change your underwear. iāll know.ā you whimper at his words, hearing him chuckle smugly. he knows youāre satisfied.Ā
javier and you have been fucking since your 18th birthday. not the most morally sound relationship, especially considering heās married to your grandmother, but neither of you ever want to stop. the raging hormones that youāve been dealing with since puberty has left you with an insatiable appetite for sex. you found yourself drawn to men older than you, something javier noticed. he also noticed the way youād stare at his lips when he kissed your grandmother, at his ass when wore his tight jeans, and at the bulge of his cock when lounged in his armchair.Ā
he knew youād never make the first move, too innocent and obedient to ever make such a transgression. so he did it for you.Ā
your mother had turned in for the night, leaving you, your grandmother, and javier in the lounge together, watching the tv. he had told you to come sit in his lap, patting his knee with a smirk. you were hesitant but the way his cock was already tenting in his pants, you couldnāt resist. your grandmother thought little of it, happy that her grandson was getting along with her new husband. little did she know that in the darkness of the lounge, javier had his hand down your pants and was bouncing you on his cock.
once she went to bed, javier really got started. he ordered you to get on you knees, finally pulling out his cock for you to see. your new abuelo was hung like a horse. his cock was thick and at least 7 inches with a fat leaking tip that glistened in the light of the tv. for a second you felt bad for grandmother before your thoughts were consumed by the desperate need to have javierās cock inside you. he had forced your mouth on his cock, making you take too much too fast. even as you choked and sputtered, he never stopped, chasing his own pleasure.
āyou suck cock so much better than your abuela,ā he moaned, his cock ramming itself into the back of your throat. he came down your throat, holding your nose against the base til he was satisfied, grinding your nose against his pubes. your throat and lungs burnt from being used and deprived of air, but the taste of his cum, the feeling of it sliding down the back of your throat, felt like heaven.Ā
āahora eres mĆo, mijo,ā javier had said, a strong grip on your jaw that forced your dizzied mind to focus on him, āĀæcomprende? eres mĆo. siempre.ā you were his now. heād staked his claim, marked his possession, and no one else was ever going to touch you.Ā
so of course javier despises joel miller.Ā
joel miller is your next door neighbour. you donāt know too much about him. heās in his 50s, he has a daughter that has long left the nest, and heās a carpenter. he likes to host barbeques for the neighbourhood oftenā javier snarked that itās because heās sad and lonely, but you think itās sweet. what he likes more than hosting barbeques, is flirting with you. it was just light teasing when you were younger but as you grew into yourself, and your looks, he began actually flirting with you. your mother thought it was cute, you and joel getting alone. but javier was consumed with jealousy, calling joel a pervertā never to his face. of course, you and javier both knew that if joel was a pervert, javier was even worse with what heās been doing with his step-grandson.Ā
you wash your cum down the sink, washing your hands and readjusting your hair, before running downstairs. you can feel the dampness of your boxers, sodden with javierās cum thatās still slowly seeping out of your hole.Ā
āĆ”ndale, mijo,ā javier snaps, leaning against the front door, ātu mamĆ” y abuela are already there. you donāt want your boyfriend thinking you're tardy.ā heās teasing you but thereās an underlying tone of jealousy.
āheās not my boyfriend, abuelo,ā you groan, trying to slip past him.
ādamn fuckinā right heās not,ā javier growls, grabbing you by the throat. he leans in close, his moustache prickling against your ear as he whispers to you. āeres mĆo, amor. donāt you fucking forget that.āĀ
āsĆ, abuelo,ā you whisper, āiāll never forget it.ā javier smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
āmy good boy,ā he lets go of your throat, brushing it lightly with the back of his fingers, āalways so good for me. letās go now, cariƱo. donāt want ya mamĆ” getting worried.ā he drops his hand, slipping his hand into yours and leading you over to the millerās house.Ā
ā”ā”ā”ā”
the two of you slip through the back gate of the millerās, javierās hand tightening as joel comes into view. your mother, grandmother, and a few other neighbours are already there, sat talking with one another. you spot sarah over by the barbeque talking to her dad.Ā
javier lets go of your hand to slide it over your ass, squeezing it and pulling you close.
ābehave,ā he whispers, before tapping your ass and pushing you in the direction of your mother and away from joel. you roll your eyes.
ādonāt pick on joel,ā you mutter before heading over to sit with your mother. you watch as javier stalks over to joel, flashing him a smirk that reeks of a challenge and something else you canāt quite place.Ā
āstill canāt speak spanish, peƱa,ā joel chuckles awkwardly, āitās good tā see ya.ā joel gives javier a weary smile as he flips a meat pattie over. he thinks javier doesnāt like him, but sometimes, once javierās had a few drinks, it almost seems like he likes joel a bit too much.Ā
āiāll give you private lessons some time,ā javier smirks, sliding his hand down joelās back, āstop by tomorrow. iāll help you improve this barbeque too. teach you how to make a good carne asada. i got the best marinade.ā joel tenses slightly at javierās touch but just smiles.Ā
āsure, peƱa,ā joel chuckles, a little forced, āiāll swing by tomorrow.ā he takes a deep breath and makes eye contact his daughter as javier finally leaves.Ā
he plates the patties, slapping some pork chops and vegetables on the grill in its place. he looks away from the barbeque for a moment to grab himself a beer. when he looks back at the barbeque, sarahās gone and he finds your grinning face on the other side, eating away a patty he just finished cooking.Ā
āi was wonderinā when yaād show up, ya little minx,ā joel says, his heart stuttering at the sight of your soft lips round the patty, ādidnāt abuelo teach ya any manners, boy?ā he chuckles, poking your nose playfully. you giggle and quickly scarf down the rest of the patty.Ā
āno,ā you smile, shaking your head. joel just rolls his eyes, taking a swig of his beer. you watch as his head tips back, exposing the strong expanse of his neck. as he swallows, his adamās apple bobs and you swear your mouth waters. when he tilts his head back down, he has the smirk of a man who knows exactly what heās doing on his face.Ā
āwatcha lookinā at, doll?ā joel asks, raising his eyebrow as he places the beer down next to the barbeque. you snap yourself out of your daze and scoff at joel.Ā
ānot you, thatās for sure,ā you smirk, quickly snatching the beer.Ā
āhey!ā joel yells, reaching over the barbeque to grab it back. you jerk back, an idea popping into your head. as joel reaches for the beer again, you pull back, tipping it over your white shirt. as the cool liquid pours over your chest, you watch the look on joelās face change from one of playful frustration to one of pure lust. his eyes trail down to where the soaked shirt is exposing your nipples, now stiff from the cold beer and poking out, just for joel to see.Ā
āaww, joel,ā you fake pout, making your voice a little whiny to play it up, āyou made me spill it! i guess i gotta take my shirt off now.ā joel almost has a heart attack at your words, his eyes shooting wide. his mouth hangs open as you grab the hem of your shirt, tugging it up slowly, looking up at joel through your eyelashes.Ā
āwāwait,ā joel says, hurrying round the barbeque, putting his body between you and the rest of the partygoers, ācanāt just take ya shirt off in front of the whole barbeque. here.ā joel takes his flannel shirt off his shoulders, holding it out for you. you ignore the shirt, slowly pulling the wet shirt over your head. you bite back your lip as joelās eyes trail over your exposed torso. taking the flannel finally, joelās gaze snaps back to your face. you hand the wet shirt to him, letting your fingers touch his.
ākeep it,ā you smirk, slipping the flannel shirt on, buttoning it up loosely so joel can see you skin shining through his shirt. āi think you should get back to the barbeque before you burn something, old man.āĀ
āfuck,ā joel mumbles, absentmindedly hanging your wet shirt over his shoulder and running back round the barbeque to flip the meat. you laugh at him, hugging yourself in his shirt.Ā
āiāll see ya at the dinner table,ā you smirk before heading over to the table. joel just scoffs, eyes trained on the sway of your hips.
ālittle shit,ā he mutters, unable to stop the smile that curls on his lips.
ā”ā”ā”ā”
javierās eyes are burning holes in joelās flannel as he sees you sit down across from him at the table. you pretend not to notice his gaze but itās impossible.
ālevĆ”ntate,ā javier growls, flicking his finger up, commanding you as if youāre a dog, āven aquĆ.ā you resist rolling your eyes, knowing itāll only come back to bite you in the ass later.Ā
his frown smoothes out into a smirk as you walk round the table to sit in the chair next to him. he smiles softly, slipping a hand over your thigh. he squeezes it tight, earning a small yelp from you that only serves to please him more.Ā
āwhatāre you doing in the shirt, mijo?ā javier whispers, his voice low and gravelly as he leans in, his nose grazing your cheekbone. āthought you said he wasnāt your boyfriend.ā
āi spilt something on mine,ā you whisper, trying not to think about the way javierās hand is sliding up to your crotch, āi had to change it.ā javier tuts, pinching your thigh.
āclaro,ā he chuckles, loving the way you squirm underneath his touch, ānext time, come to me.ā he places a brief kiss on your cheek. āyour abuelo has everything you could ever need, okay?āĀ
you feel yourself melt under javierās touch and words, nodding as he finally pulls back. he can take you apart so easily, tearing down every ounce of deviance you have, leaving you a malleable and submissive mess. all for him.Ā
ā”ā”ā”ā”
as joel and sarah set the table with the food, javier keeps his eyes locked on joel. joel can feel javierās stare but that doesnāt stop him from teasing you. flashing a small smirk as he admires you in his shirt, he purposefully leans over you, crowding you with his large arms as he places a bowl of salad in front of you. for a second, you see him tug the crotch of his pants up just enough to accentuate the sizeable bulge while he takes his seat across from you.
eating dinner is tense to say the least. javierās hand remains on your thigh, squeezing occasionally, as if to remind you of his presence. you keep catching joel staring at you, him giving you a wink or a smirk when you do. youāre there, flustered and stuck between the two men.Ā
āhey, kiddo.ā you look up from your plate to the mischievous look now plastered on joelās face. before you can ask him whatās up, you feel a heavy boot slide up your leg. joel leans back in his chair, stretching out as his boot settles between your thighs. panic arises in you as you feel the joelās boot get closer to javierās hand. you quickly slip you hand under javierās, grasping hold off it so he canāt feel joelās boot. blissfully unaware, javier smirks, squeezing your hand as he finishes off his meal.Ā
āwould ya like me tā get the guitar out after this?ā joel asks, unable to hide the smugness in his tone as he pushes his boot closer to your crotch. clearly this was payback for the wet shirt.Ā
āyeah, iāā the heavy press of joelās boot square on your crotch interrupts your sentence and you have to grip javierās hand to stifle your moan.Ā
āĀæestĆ”s bien, mijo?ā javier whispers, his eyes soft with a genuine concern. making sure joelās boot is obscured under the table, you nod.Ā
āestoy bien, abuelo,ā you smile, turning back to joel. you shoot joel a glare, to which he simply puts on a look of innocence that riles you up more. you could bring this man to his knees if you wanted. you just have to plan it right. āsorry, joel. yes, iād love it if you got the guitar out.ā joel smirks and raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement.Ā
āācourse ya would,ā joel presses down with his boot before removing it and standing up. he grabs his empty plate, standing up. before he goes to put his plate inside, he winks and mutters to you, āya always love seeinā what i can do with my fingers.ā
his words go straight to your cock, making the uncomfortable tightness thatās grown in your jeans even worse. you wonāt be standing up for a little while.Ā
you feel javierās hand tighten around yours painfully and when you turn to look at him, he looks like heās about to pop a blood vessel.Ā
āabuelo, tranquilo,ā you chuckle, rubbing his hand with your thumb, āitās just a joke.ā javierās nails dig into your skin as he tries to calm down. as you wince, he lets go of your hand as if it were burning. he quickly cups your hand in his, gently running his thumbs over the crescent shaped marks he left. he brings your hand up, pressing kisses of apologies where he hurt you.Ā
ālo siento, amor,ā javier mutters against your skin, ālo siento mucho.ā
āitās okay, abuelo,ā you whisper, āyou didnāt mean it.ā he looks up at you with the same softness as before. no matter how possessive or jealous javier gets, you are his priority, his everything.Ā
āiām still sorry,ā he whispers, āi shouldāve controlled myself.ā how could you ever be upset with a man with such beautiful big brown eyes.
āitās okay,ā you lean in to kiss his cheek, āyou can lose control with me later, yeah?ā you swear javier almost whimpers. itās extremely rare for javier to be anything close to submissive, but sometimes, when you get him worked up when heās feeling soft, a crack in his dominant persona shows.
āi donāt need your permission for that, mijo,ā javier growls, his natural dominance slipping back with ease, āeres mĆo. remember?ā you bite your lip and nod. abueloās back.
when joel comes back, hand wrapped round the neck of his guitar, his jaw clenches. he shouldnāt be jealous of you being close with your abueloā thatās ridiculous. you two are family, even if it isnāt biological. javierās very touchy with you but joel assumes itās just hispanic hospitality. he knows he also shouldnāt be thinking of you at all. heās the same age as your dadā not that heās around anymore. if he was, he wouldāve had joelās head by now.Ā
youāve never realised but joelās bedroom window has a perfect view directly down into yours. itās on an angle so you canāt see him but he can see you. the amount of late night and early morning wanks heās had by the window while youāre getting changed are frankly too many to count. thereās a small cum stain on his window from one time he forgot to clean up.Ā
joel pulls out his chair and sits back, guitar on his lap. you turn your attention away from javier, leaning forwards to rest your elbows on the table and placing your chin in your hands.Ā
āany requests, darlinā?ā joel smiles, giving the guitar a soft strum. you smile brightly, shaking your head. you adore the way he calls you darling.
āi trust you to pick a good song, joel,ā you say, already feeling javierās hand creep up to rest on your back. joel nods and you see his fingers move to a g chord. he warms up for a moment, plucking at the strings before getting into the song.
āoh where, oh where can my baby be?ā joel sings, his southern accent wavering in a beautiful imitation of eddie vedderās vocals, āthe lord took her away from me. sheās gone to heaven, so i got to be good, so i can see my baby when i leave this world.ā his gaze shifts from you to sarah whoās stopped what she was doing, turning to watch her dad with the same sorrowful look in her eyes.Ā
joel and sarah lost sarahās mother, joelās wife, when sarah was really little. itās been a couple decades but losing a partner and a mother is not something that ever really goes away. ever since pearl jam released last kiss, thatās been the song that has helped joel process his grief. it aches to remember that him and sarah have to live with that pain every day. his near angelic singing voice is making it hard not to cry. javier pulls you closer, rubbing gently on your waist now. itās not possessive. simply comforting.Ā
āi lifted her head, she looked at me and said, āhold me darling, just a little whileā,ā joel looks back at you, a bittersweet smile on his lips, āi held her close, i kissed her our last kiss. i found the love, that i knew i had missed.ā as much as joelās heart will always be with his wife in a sense, he can feel his heart yearning for you now too.Ā
āand now she's gone, even though i hold her tight,ā joel stops singing, skipping over the next lines and heading back into the chorus to end. sarah has a look of surprise on her face when he skips over those lines. those lines are usually the ones that break joel, that leave her stoic father in tears. itās taken a long time but joel no longer feels like he lost his love that night. he lost the mother of his child, the woman he vowed to be with til they both die, but he didnāt lose his ability love as he once thought. he feels stupid for being so infatuated with someone so much younger than him but he will never apologise for the hope youāve brought into his life. his little crush has brought him a sense of closure he hasnāt had for decades. even if you never love him back, heāll always be grateful for what youāve done for him, without even trying.
with one last strum of a g chord, joel ends the song, grinning from ear to ear at you. he chuckles when he sees the tears welling in your eyes.
āwas that a good one, kiddo?ā joel asks, tapping his fingers on the body of the guitar.Ā
āfuckinā beautiful,ā you smile, wiping your eyes. javier flicks the back of your head, earning himself a frown.Ā
āhocicón,ā javier tuts, shaking his head. he looks over at joel, nodding at him. āhey, joel,ā javier smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, āthat was beautiful, man. show mi nieto some santanaā i know you can play somethinā of his.āĀ
joel tries not to let his smile flatter as he watches javier hold you close. he takes his tongue between his lips as he tries to remember which santana songs he can play.Ā
āmaria maria is my usual go to,ā joel says, lining up a bm7, ābut i feel like trying corazón espinado. it wonāt sound as good as it does on electric, but iāll try my best for ya, peƱa.ā he winks at you before starting, and for a second youāre not sure if he winked at you or javier. you wouldnāt be surprised if he winked at javier. javier has a charm few can deny.Ā
this song has a very different tone to it but joel makes it work just as well. his spanish doesnāt flow as well as javierās but itās just as beautiful to listen to.Ā
āpor mĆ”s que trato de olvidarla, mi alma no da razón,ā joel looks at you, his eyes soft with aching longing that is undeniable, āmi corazón aplastado, dolido y abandonado.āĀ
he needs you. his voice practically aches for you.
and javier can tell. he leans in, his breath soft against your ear. joel tenses but doesnāt falter.Ā
un torero ondeando rojo frente a un toro.Ā
ācómo me duele el estar vivo,ā javier whispers into your ear as joel sings it to you, āsin tenerte a un lado, amor.ā youāre back, stuck between two men who want you just as bad.Ā
ā”ā”ā”ā”
as joel finishes off the song and puts his guitar away, the tension between you three eases. but itās still there.Ā
āwe should go home now, bubs,ā your mum says, placing a hand on your shoulder, āgotta get your grandmother and abuelo home for bed.āĀ
āi aināt that old just yet,ā javier scoffs, standing up, ābut tu mamĆ” is rightā we should get you home, mijo.āĀ
āi aināt that young still,ā you roll your eyes and stand up as well, āi gotta say goodbye to joel first.ā javier frowns but nods. you squeeze his hand and run off inside to find joel. you find him in the lounge, setting his guitar down in its stand. his back is facing you. itās strong and broad, stretching his shirt tight.Ā
āhey, joel,ā you say softly, putting a little teasing coo in there for kicks, āi came to say goodbye.ā joel whips round, almost stumbling as turns to walk towards you.Ā
āya come tā give my shirt back?ā joel asks, āya live right next door, darlinā, thereās no need.ā you saunter up to him, pressing chest to chest, as you smile up at him. you bite your lip, just to watch the way his eyes glaze over one last time for the night.
āoh, i have no intention of giving this shirt backā itās mine now,ā you smirk, running a hand over your hip, āi was thinkingā to break it in tonightā iād wrap it round my cock as i masturbate. get a nice cum stain on itā just for you, daddy.ā you grab your crotch and pull a lewd face as you let out a breathy moan for joel. you watch in glee as joelās jaw goes slack and his breath hitches. you swear you can hear his jeans tighten. the poor old man is frozen still, his brain unable to process your advances.Ā
āĀ”mijo!ā the pair of you quickly separate as javierās voice snaps at you from the back door, ātu mamĆ” told you to get home. now get!ā joel audibly sighs as javier ignores the obvious sexual tension. but youāre not so naive. youāre in for it tonight.Ā
āthink about what i said,ā you say quietly to joel, āmaybe you could do the same with my shirt.ā before you can see joelās reaction, you run over to javier, taking his hand in a hope to lessen your impending punishment. you blow a kiss to joel and then javier pulls you away.
ā”ā”ā”ā”
ātu pinche perra,ā javier growls, shoving you down on your bed. with the door to your bedroom locked, javier hurries to close the curtains.Ā
āwhyāre you closing the curtains?ā you frown, already taking off your jeans, āitās not like anyone can see.āĀ
ādonāt question me,ā javier snaps, fumbling with his belt, āyouāre already in the shit, mijo. strip and get on your knees.ā you pull off joelās shirt, placing it on your pillow for later, and drop to your knees in front of javier.Ā
āopen wide for abuelo,ā javier smirks, pulling his thick hard cock out. he smacks it against your cheek, smearing his precum on you. you let your jaw go slack, lolling your tongue out. javier grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling on it painfully as he shoves his cock all the way down your throat. itās too much too fast and your throat convulses. you try to pull back but javier just grips your hair tighter and pushes you down to the base.Ā
ānuh uh, perra,ā javier scoffs, āwith the way you paraded yourself around like a fucking slut tonight, you have to stay there and take it. show abuelo how sorry you are.ā your hands scramble to hold on tight to javierās hips as he uses your throat like a fleshlight. youāre struggling to take it all, drool dripping down your chin as you try to stop yourself from vomiting. your eyes are watering, stinging as you look up at javier. lewd grunts flow out of his mouth as he stares at you with a cruel satisfaction.Ā
āfuckinā slut,ā javier groans, slapping you round the cheek, āso fuckinā wet and tight on my cockā mierda.ā he pulls you off his cock, thowing you down on the floor. ignoring the pain of hitting the floor, you cough, sucking some much needed air back into your lungs.Ā
the humiliation and use should be making you feel disgusting and upset. but abuelo didnāt raise no bitch. he raised a slut, evident from the throbbing ache between your legs, just from getting slapped and used like a glory hole.
āget on the bed.ā you crawl up onto your bed, face down, ass up. javier lets out a chuckle of pride as how willing and eager you are. āalways ready for abuelo like the perfect slut you are.ā
he grabs your hips, lining your hole up with his cock as he stands behind you. he rubs the head of his cock against your hole, groaning softly.Ā
āyou think you deserve this cock, mijo?ā javier asks, a teasing tone in his voice that tells you your answer wonāt change what happens next. you nod, whining as you try not to buck back against his cock. āi donāt know if you do. after the way you were practically whoring yourself out for miller back there,ā javierās voice canāt help but tremble with jealousy as he mentions joel, āi think you deserve punishment. a severe punishment.ā you feel javier pull back and hear the clink and slip of his belt. you bite your lip to stifle a moan as the anticipation of what comes next goes straight to your cock.Ā
āputa,ā javier scoffs, snapping his belt, āgetting horny just from me taking off my belt.ā you bury your face into the duvet covers to hide your blush but thatās short lived. javier pulls you up by your hair.Ā
ādonāt even think about it,ā javier growls, moving a hand to rest on your tailbone. he smirks as he sees his dried cum round your hole from earlier. āi want to hear you count these, okay? so you remember who you belong to.āĀ
āsĆ, abuelo,ā you nod, gritting your teeth. he presses a soft kiss to your bare ass before cracking his belt over it a second later. the pain is electric, shooting through your body, leaving you through a stifled yelp. as the initial pain settles itās replaced with pleasure, making your cock twitch, desperate for more. āone.ā
āgood boy,ā javier hums, gently rubbing your ass before landing more strikes to your ass. as each strike numbs your ass, the pain melts away into pure pleasure. by the last strike, your cock is leaking and youāre a moaning, crying mess.Ā
āitās all done, cariƱo,ā javier says softly, dropping his belt and laying you down on your stomach, āyou did so good. iām so proud of you for taking you punishment like a champ.ā he hops on the bed, his knees creaking as he bends above you. he lifts your hips up, pressing a kiss to your neck before kneeling back up to line his cock up with your hole. ābut now you gotta make abuelo feel good. can you do that for me, mijo?āĀ
you whimper and nod, turning your head to look javer in the eyes. his eyes are softer than the jealous and angry ones you saw before but theyāre equally as lustful. as much as your ass aches, you need javier inside you.Ā
āplease, abuelo,ā you whine, āpleaseā i wanna make you feel good.ā javier smiles down at you with pride and hunger. he slides his spit slicked cock along the crack of your ass before slowly pushing in. as the head of his cock notches inside you, a small moan slips from both of you.Ā
āmierdaā so tight,ā javier moans, sliding all the way in, āand i just fucked you this afternoon.āĀ
despite his age, javier still fucks like heās in his 20s. his grip on your hips is tight and his pace is relentless inside you. each thrust has his hips slamming against your raw ass and his cock hitting your prostate. itās so overwhelming, being stuffed full and fucked hard, that you canāt control the volume of your moans.Ā
āshh, mijo,ā he tuts, moving a hand down to gag you on his fingers, āyou donāt want tu mamĆ” to hear what a slut you are for your abuelo.ā you immediately wrap your lips around his thick fingers, sucking and drooling around them like youāre starving. this spurs on javier more. he pulls you back on his cock by your mouth and hip, grunting and panting above you as he fucks you faster. you feel eyes roll back in your head from the utter pleasure of it all. you want to cum so badly, but you know abuelo comes first.Ā
you clench hard around javierās cock, trying your best to milk his cock despite your tired and sore state. as his grunts quicken and his thrusts get sloppier, you can tell youāre doing well.
āvoy a acabar,ā javier groans, slamming his hips into you hard and pulling you up by the cheek. he grunts and moans in your ear, lapping and sucking at your neck as you feel his cock fill you full of him for the second time today.
he holds you tight up to his chest as he kisses your neck. he mutters soft words of possession as he strokes your cock. heās skilled hands, trained with years of experience, never fails to bring you to orgasm quickly. your cum is much more watery than this afternoon but it feels just as good.Ā
ānghā javi,ā you whimper, turning your head, desperate to get a kiss from him. he happily obliges, kissing you slow and passionate. he gently lays the both of you down on your bed, spooning you so his cock can stay nestled inside you. he strokes your hair gently and presses a kiss under your ear.Ā
āte amo, mijo,ā javier whispers, nuzzling his nose against your head. these small soft moments, outside of the heat of lust, make you feel alive.Ā
āi donāt mind but mom and grandma would kill you,ā you say, āor accuse me of smoking. neither of which are worth it.ā javier groans in reluctant agreement, retiring to simply take comfort in holding you.Ā
you grab joelās shirt from where you chucked it before, hugging it close to you. you rub some cum left on your cock on the inside of it, hoping to leave a stain, as you promised. bringing the neck of the shirt to your face, you inhale the sweet musky scent of joel miller. it lulls you into an even deeper comfort in the buzzing wake of your orgasm in javierās arms.
āyouāre mine, remember?ā he whispers, his tone not a harsh one but one of a rare vulnerability, almost insecurity. you reach a hand up to cup javierās jaw.Ā
āof course,ā you whisper softly, āiām yours. any affections i hold for joel wonāt ever change that. no te preocupes. por favor, abuelo.ā javier whimpers slightly and nods. heās never had the most stable attachment style but heās trying. he wants to be better. for you.
is women dni in ur bio serious cos i cant tell and im curious š„
It aint serious i just put in there so less women interact with my posts because theres really not anything here for the ladies because most of it is gay smut and the reason I added it is because a lot of women were interacting with my posts about Soldier boy that were supposed to be MLM but I guess people took it the other way
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theme: you can imagine this taking place in the 70s or something when ben was still in payback
cw: age gap, slight nsfw, size difference, corruption, mention of unprotected sex, just a totally fucked up relationship lol
don't have inappropriate relationships with your father's friend. or do. who am i to tell you what to do and to not do.
english is not my first language! :3
dbf!soldier boy who had been friends with your dad during his days in the army or because your dad works for vought.
dbf!soldier boy who watched you grow up, treating you better than he ever would've treated his own son. giving you sweets, buying you gifts, cherishing you like you are the most precious thing.
dbf!soldier boy who does feel a bit sad watching you turn into a handsome young man, always wishing he could keep you the small innocent boy he knew
dbf!soldier boy who doesn't tell you to "man up" because he loves holding you close whenever you're sad
dbf!soldier boy feeling guilty about lusting after you as soon as you grow out of your baby face.
dbf!soldier boy who pats your butt as encouragement. like standing next to you while you hesitate doing something, and he just pats your backside before humming "go on"
dbf!soldier boy who surprisingly doesn't care about liking another man but hates himself for loving his favorite boy like that.
dbf!soldier boy who touches you underneath the table during dinner. letting his hand linger on your thigh, rubbing his thumb along the inside of your thigh while talking to your parents like nothing inappropriate is happening beneath the table
dbf!soldier boy who gives you sweet little nicknames like 'sweet boy', 'sweetheart', 'darling', or even little filthy nicknames that he only whispers into your ear when no one is watching.
dbf!soldier boy who might be into forcefem
dbf!soldier boy who fucks you slow and sweet in your childhood bedroom because the thought of corrupting you turns him on.
dbf!soldier boy who teaches you about sex while touching you everywhere. letting his hand slip between your legs and murmuring things like "touching people here makes them feel warm and good. does this make you feel warm, sweet boy?"
dbf!soldier boy making sure he's your first, definitely not even teaching you about safe sex because he always wants to come inside you.
dbf!soldier boy who keeps a picture of you in his wallet. (and jerks off while holding said so picture in his hands)
dbf!soldier boy who likes the size difference between him and you. the way he can carry you around with ease or flip you over without even breaking a sweat, the way his cock looks so big when he puts it on youe stomach just to let you see how deep he'll go.
dbf!soldier boy who knows he's a dead man when your dad finds out about the things he does with you but is too addicted to stop now.
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's usāhuman beingsāsomehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like Iām being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Breadājust breadānow costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
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I don't know why but I just got this idea, Soldier Boy is fully on obssesed with reader, like bedrottingly, jacking off every night to you in his imagination kind of obssesed, he basically feels like he needs you to be close so he can breath.
But Reader is fully on obssesed with Hughie, the same way Soldier Boy is but Reader is just wow, like has pictures of him sleeping,laughing, even pictures Hughie took himself on your phone when he occasionally steals it to bother you, you print them all and just admire them, smell his dirty boxers and put secretly a camara on his room and a tracker, obviously without Hughie noticing.
Hughie's just normal about it, he thinks is normal, how you randomly always have what he needs, or know things he didn't tell you but assumes Starlight told you and he has no problem with that, Soldier Boy sometimes glares at him unnessesarily but he had no idea why.
And HEAAAAR ME OUTTT, Soldier Boy deciding that instead of taking Hughie away from you he bonds over Hughie, you and Benjamin star dating because you love him now, but still have this sickening obssesion with Hughie and you'll never replace Hughie, and Soldier Boy realizes that he got so into it he actually started getting obssesed, Hughie's eyes, his lips, his waist, his ass, his everything, and every night You and Benjamin stare at Hughie sleeping so peacefully, holding hands while staring at him.
And Hughie's unaware because they're good at hiding it, and You with Soldier Boy always make sure Ben keeps Hughie safe, like even Butcher noticed but he won't tell Hughie because 'The lad's not interest' and it is kind of true, Hughie has a girlfriend they both absolutely despise but won't do anything because she's dear to hughie, yeah campbell maybe had a little crush on you and thought Benjamin was attractive but that means nothing.
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