Wisconsin Gasoline

“ay mierda, mijo,” javier moans, leaning over your sweat slicked back as he rams his cock inside you, “make your abuelo feel like he’s 20 years younger” you yelp as javier grips your hips tighter, slamming your hips back against his. 

“mmm, let abuelo hear that sweet voice,” javier groans, thrusting into you so hard your hips bruise against the ceramic of the bathroom sink in front of you, “love this tight fuckin’ ass– made perfect, jus’ for me, huh, mijo?” you struggle out a nod as you grip the sink.

“nuh uh, cariño,” javier grabs your hair, wrenching your head up to make eye contact with him in the mirror, “habla por mí.” his eyes are flared with lust, a look you’ve seen too many times to count. 

“sí, abuelo,” you manage to croak out before javier’s hand is on your cock, wringing another orgasm out of you. you tense, clenching around his cock as you cum in his hand.

“good boy,” he bucks his hips forwards one last time and you feel his thick warm cum fill your hole, “buen chico… so good for your abuelo.” 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.

“too bad ya mamá didn’t make you a girl,” javier chuckles against your neck, sliding a hand to your stomach, “woulda had you round with mi niño already.” a shiver runs down your spin at the thought. javier notices, squeezing your stomach. 

“no te preocupes, mijo,” he whispers, kissing under your ear, “thank fuck that’d never happen. tu mamá y abuela would kill me.” 

“yeah,” you chuckle, breathlessly, “they would, abuelo.” javier smiles at you in the mirror, stepping back and straightening his clothes out.

“look presentable,” javier says firmly, smacking your ass, “we’re going to the miller’s now– for the barbeque. and don’t change your underwear. i’ll know.” you whimper at his words, hearing him chuckle smugly. he knows you’re satisfied. 

javier and you have been fucking since your 18th birthday. not the most morally sound relationship, especially considering he’s married to your grandmother, but neither of you ever want to stop. the raging hormones that you’ve 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 you’d 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. 

he knew you’d never make the first move, too innocent and obedient to ever make such a transgression. so he did it for you. 

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 couldn’t 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 javier’s 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.

“you suck cock so much better than your abuela,” 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. 

“ahora eres mío, mijo,” javier had said, a strong grip on your jaw that forced your dizzied mind to focus on him, “¿comprende? eres mío. siempre.” you were his now. he’d staked his claim, marked his possession, and no one else was ever going to touch you. 

so of course javier despises joel miller. 

joel miller is your next door neighbour. you don’t know too much about him. he’s in his 50s, he has a daughter that has long left the nest, and he’s a carpenter. he likes to host barbeques for the neighbourhood often– javier snarked that it’s because he’s sad and lonely, but you think it’s 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 pervert– never to his face. of course, you and javier both knew that if joel was a pervert, javier was even worse with what he’s been doing with his step-grandson. 

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 javier’s cum that’s still slowly seeping out of your hole. 

“ándale, mijo,” javier snaps, leaning against the front door, “tu mamá y abuela are already there. you don’t want your boyfriend thinking you're tardy.” he’s teasing you but there’s an underlying tone of jealousy.

“he’s not my boyfriend, abuelo,” you groan, trying to slip past him.

“damn fuckin’ right he’s not,” javier growls, grabbing you by the throat. he leans in close, his moustache prickling against your ear as he whispers to you. “eres mío, amor. don’t you fucking forget that.” 

“sí, abuelo,” you whisper, “i’ll never forget it.” javier smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“my good boy,” he lets go of your throat, brushing it lightly with the back of his fingers, “always so good for me. let’s go now, cariño. don’t want ya mamá getting worried.” he drops his hand, slipping his hand into yours and leading you over to the miller’s house. 

♡♡♡♡

the two of you slip through the back gate of the miller’s, javier’s 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. 

javier lets go of your hand to slide it over your ass, squeezing it and pulling you close.

“behave,” he whispers, before tapping your ass and pushing you in the direction of your mother and away from joel. you roll your eyes.

“don’t pick on joel,” 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 can’t quite place. 

“hola, miller,” javier chuckles, smacking joel on the back a little too hard, “¿qué pasó, wey?” his tone is friendly but the look in his eyes is anything but. 

“still can’t speak spanish, peña,” joel chuckles awkwardly, “it’s good t’ see ya.” joel gives javier a weary smile as he flips a meat pattie over. he thinks javier doesn’t like him, but sometimes, once javier’s had a few drinks, it almost seems like he likes joel a bit too much. 

“i’ll give you private lessons some time,” javier smirks, sliding his hand down joel’s back, “stop by tomorrow. i’ll help you improve this barbeque too. teach you how to make a good carne asada. i got the best marinade.” joel tenses slightly at javier’s touch but just smiles. 

“sure, peña,” joel chuckles, a little forced, “i’ll swing by tomorrow.” he takes a deep breath and makes eye contact his daughter as javier finally leaves. 

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, sarah’s gone and he finds your grinning face on the other side, eating away a patty he just finished cooking. 

“i was wonderin’ when ya’d show up, ya little minx,” joel says, his heart stuttering at the sight of your soft lips round the patty, “didn’t abuelo teach ya any manners, boy?” he chuckles, poking your nose playfully. you giggle and quickly scarf down the rest of the patty. 

“no,” 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 adam’s 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 he’s doing on his face. 

“watcha lookin’ at, doll?” 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. 

“not you, that’s for sure,” you smirk, quickly snatching the beer. 

“hey!” 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 joel’s 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. 

“aww, joel,” you fake pout, making your voice a little whiny to play it up, “you made me spill it! i guess i gotta take my shirt off now.” 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. 

“w–wait,” joel says, hurrying round the barbeque, putting his body between you and the rest of the partygoers, “can’t just take ya shirt off in front of the whole barbeque. here.” 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 joel’s eyes trail over your exposed torso. taking the flannel finally, joel’s gaze snaps back to your face. you hand the wet shirt to him, letting your fingers touch his.

“keep it,” you smirk, slipping the flannel shirt on, buttoning it up loosely so joel can see you skin shining through his shirt. “i think you should get back to the barbeque before you burn something, old man.” 

“fuck,” 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. 

“i’ll see ya at the dinner table,” you smirk before heading over to the table. joel just scoffs, eyes trained on the sway of your hips.

“little shit,” he mutters, unable to stop the smile that curls on his lips.

♡♡♡♡

javier’s eyes are burning holes in joel’s flannel as he sees you sit down across from him at the table. you pretend not to notice his gaze but it’s impossible.

“levántate,” javier growls, flicking his finger up, commanding you as if you’re a dog, “ven aquí.” you resist rolling your eyes, knowing it’ll only come back to bite you in the ass later. 

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. 

“what’re you doing in the shirt, mijo?” javier whispers, his voice low and gravelly as he leans in, his nose grazing your cheekbone. “thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend.”

“i spilt something on mine,” you whisper, trying not to think about the way javier’s hand is sliding up to your crotch, “i had to change it.” javier tuts, pinching your thigh.

“claro,” he chuckles, loving the way you squirm underneath his touch, “next time, come to me.” he places a brief kiss on your cheek. “your abuelo has everything you could ever need, okay?” 

you feel yourself melt under javier’s 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. 

♡♡♡♡

as joel and sarah set the table with the food, javier keeps his eyes locked on joel. joel can feel javier’s stare but that doesn’t 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. javier’s 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. you’re there, flustered and stuck between the two men. 

“hey, kiddo.” you look up from your plate to the mischievous look now plastered on joel’s face. before you can ask him what’s 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 joel’s boot get closer to javier’s hand. you quickly slip you hand under javier’s, grasping hold off it so he can’t feel joel’s boot. blissfully unaware, javier smirks, squeezing your hand as he finishes off his meal. 

“would ya like me t’ get the guitar out after this?” 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. 

“yeah, i–” the heavy press of joel’s boot square on your crotch interrupts your sentence and you have to grip javier’s hand to stifle your moan. 

“¿estás bien, mijo?” javier whispers, his eyes soft with a genuine concern. making sure joel’s boot is obscured under the table, you nod. 

“estoy bien, abuelo,” 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. “sorry, joel. yes, i’d love it if you got the guitar out.” joel smirks and raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement. 

“‘course ya would,” 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, “ya always love seein’ what i can do with my fingers.”

his words go straight to your cock, making the uncomfortable tightness that’s grown in your jeans even worse. you won’t be standing up for a little while. 

you feel javier’s hand tighten around yours painfully and when you turn to look at him, he looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel. 

“abuelo, tranquilo,” you chuckle, rubbing his hand with your thumb, “it’s just a joke.” javier’s 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. 

“lo siento, amor,” javier mutters against your skin, “lo siento mucho.”

“it’s okay, abuelo,” you whisper, “you didn’t mean it.” 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. 

“i’m still sorry,” he whispers, “i should’ve controlled myself.” how could you ever be upset with a man with such beautiful big brown eyes.

“it’s okay,” you lean in to kiss his cheek, “you can lose control with me later, yeah?” you swear javier almost whimpers. it’s extremely rare for javier to be anything close to submissive, but sometimes, when you get him worked up when he’s feeling soft, a crack in his dominant persona shows.

“i don’t need your permission for that, mijo,” javier growls, his natural dominance slipping back with ease, “eres mío. remember?” you bite your lip and nod. abuelo’s back.

when joel comes back, hand wrapped round the neck of his guitar, his jaw clenches. he shouldn’t be jealous of you being close with your abuelo– that’s ridiculous. you two are family, even if it isn’t biological. javier’s very touchy with you but joel assumes it’s just hispanic hospitality. he knows he also shouldn’t be thinking of you at all. he’s the same age as your dad– not that he’s around anymore. if he was, he would’ve had joel’s head by now. 

you’ve never realised but joel’s bedroom window has a perfect view directly down into yours. it’s on an angle so you can’t see him but he can see you. the amount of late night and early morning wanks he’s had by the window while you’re getting changed are frankly too many to count. there’s a small cum stain on his window from one time he forgot to clean up. 

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. 

“any requests, darlin’?” joel smiles, giving the guitar a soft strum. you smile brightly, shaking your head. you adore the way he calls you darling.

“i trust you to pick a good song, joel,” you say, already feeling javier’s 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.

“oh where, oh where can my baby be?” joel sings, his southern accent wavering in a beautiful imitation of eddie vedder’s vocals, “the lord took her away from me. she’s gone to heaven, so i got to be good, so i can see my baby when i leave this world.” his gaze shifts from you to sarah who’s stopped what she was doing, turning to watch her dad with the same sorrowful look in her eyes. 

joel and sarah lost sarah’s mother, joel’s wife, when sarah was really little. it’s 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, that’s 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. it’s not possessive. simply comforting. 

“i lifted her head, she looked at me and said, “hold me darling, just a little while”,” joel looks back at you, a bittersweet smile on his lips, “i held her close, i kissed her our last kiss. i found the love, that i knew i had missed.” as much as joel’s heart will always be with his wife in a sense, he can feel his heart yearning for you now too. 

“and now she's gone, even though i hold her tight,” 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. it’s 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 didn’t 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 you’ve brought into his life. his little crush has brought him a sense of closure he hasn’t had for decades. even if you never love him back, he’ll always be grateful for what you’ve 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.

“was that a good one, kiddo?” joel asks, tapping his fingers on the body of the guitar. 

“fuckin’ beautiful,” you smile, wiping your eyes. javier flicks the back of your head, earning himself a frown. 

“hocicón,” javier tuts, shaking his head. he looks over at joel, nodding at him. “hey, joel,” javier smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “that was beautiful, man. show mi nieto some santana– i know you can play somethin’ of his.” 

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. 

“maria maria is my usual go to,” joel says, lining up a bm7, “but i feel like trying corazón espinado. it won’t sound as good as it does on electric, but i’ll try my best for ya, peña.” he winks at you before starting, and for a second you’re not sure if he winked at you or javier. you wouldn’t be surprised if he winked at javier. javier has a charm few can deny. 

this song has a very different tone to it but joel makes it work just as well. his spanish doesn’t flow as well as javier’s but it’s just as beautiful to listen to. 

“por más que trato de olvidarla, mi alma no da razón,” joel looks at you, his eyes soft with aching longing that is undeniable, “mi corazón aplastado, dolido y abandonado.” 

he needs you. his voice practically aches for you.

“a ver, a ver, tú sabes, dime, mi amor” 

it’s a heady feeling.

“cuánto amor y qué dolor nos quedó”

and javier can tell. he leans in, his breath soft against your ear. joel tenses but doesn’t falter. 

un torero ondeando rojo frente a un toro. 

“cómo me duele el estar vivo,” javier whispers into your ear as joel sings it to you, “sin tenerte a un lado, amor.” you’re back, stuck between two men who want you just as bad. 

♡♡♡♡

as joel finishes off the song and puts his guitar away, the tension between you three eases. but it’s still there. 

“we should go home now, bubs,” your mum says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “gotta get your grandmother and abuelo home for bed.” 

“i ain’t that old just yet,” javier scoffs, standing up, “but tu mamá is right– we should get you home, mijo.” 

“i ain’t that young still,” you roll your eyes and stand up as well, “i gotta say goodbye to joel first.” 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. it’s strong and broad, stretching his shirt tight. 

“hey, joel,” you say softly, putting a little teasing coo in there for kicks, “i came to say goodbye.” joel whips round, almost stumbling as turns to walk towards you. 

“ya come t’ give my shirt back?” joel asks, “ya live right next door, darlin’, there’s no need.” 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.

“oh, i have no intention of giving this shirt back– it’s mine now,” you smirk, running a hand over your hip, “i was thinking– to break it in tonight– i’d wrap it round my cock as i masturbate. get a nice cum stain on it– just for you, daddy.” you grab your crotch and pull a lewd face as you let out a breathy moan for joel. you watch in glee as joel’s 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. 

“¡mijo!” the pair of you quickly separate as javier’s voice snaps at you from the back door, “tu mamá told you to get home. now get!” joel audibly sighs as javier ignores the obvious sexual tension. but you’re not so naive. you’re in for it tonight. 

“think about what i said,” you say quietly to joel, “maybe you could do the same with my shirt.” before you can see joel’s 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.

♡♡♡♡

“tu pinche perra,” javier growls, shoving you down on your bed. with the door to your bedroom locked, javier hurries to close the curtains. 

“why’re you closing the curtains?” you frown, already taking off your jeans, “it’s not like anyone can see.” 

“don’t question me,” javier snaps, fumbling with his belt, “you’re already in the shit, mijo. strip and get on your knees.” you pull off joel’s shirt, placing it on your pillow for later, and drop to your knees in front of javier. 

“open wide for abuelo,” 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. it’s 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. 

“nuh uh, perra,” javier scoffs, “with 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.” your hands scramble to hold on tight to javier’s hips as he uses your throat like a fleshlight. you’re 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. 

“fuckin’ slut,” javier groans, slapping you round the cheek, “so fuckin’ wet and tight on my cock– mierda.” 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. 

the humiliation and use should be making you feel disgusting and upset. but abuelo didn’t 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.

“get on the bed.” you crawl up onto your bed, face down, ass up. javier lets out a chuckle of pride as how willing and eager you are. “always ready for abuelo like the perfect slut you are.”

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. 

“you think you deserve this cock, mijo?” javier asks, a teasing tone in his voice that tells you your answer won’t change what happens next. you nod, whining as you try not to buck back against his cock. “i don’t know if you do. after the way you were practically whoring yourself out for miller back there,” javier’s voice can’t help but tremble with jealousy as he mentions joel, “i think you deserve punishment. a severe punishment.” 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. 

“puta,” javier scoffs, snapping his belt, “getting horny just from me taking off my belt.” you bury your face into the duvet covers to hide your blush but that’s short lived. javier pulls you up by your hair. 

“don’t even think about it,” javier growls, moving a hand to rest on your tailbone. he smirks as he sees his dried cum round your hole from earlier. “i want to hear you count these, okay? so you remember who you belong to.” 

“sí, abuelo,” 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 it’s replaced with pleasure, making your cock twitch, desperate for more. “one.”

“good boy,” 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 you’re a moaning, crying mess. 

“it’s all done, cariño,” javier says softly, dropping his belt and laying you down on your stomach, “you did so good. i’m so proud of you for taking you punishment like a champ.” 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. “but now you gotta make abuelo feel good. can you do that for me, mijo?” 

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 they’re equally as lustful. as much as your ass aches, you need javier inside you. 

“please, abuelo,” you whine, “please– i wanna make you feel good.” 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. 

“mierda– so tight,” javier moans, sliding all the way in, “and i just fucked you this afternoon.” 

despite his age, javier still fucks like he’s 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. it’s so overwhelming, being stuffed full and fucked hard, that you can’t control the volume of your moans. 

“shh, mijo,” he tuts, moving a hand down to gag you on his fingers, “you don’t want tu mamá to hear what a slut you are for your abuelo.” you immediately wrap your lips around his thick fingers, sucking and drooling around them like you’re 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. 

you clench hard around javier’s 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 you’re doing well.

“voy a acabar,” 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. he’s 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. 

“ngh– javi,” 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. 

“te amo, mijo,” javier whispers, nuzzling his nose against your head. these small soft moments, outside of the heat of lust, make you feel alive. 

“te amo también, abuelo.”

“you mind if i have a smoke?” he mutters.

“i don’t mind but mom and grandma would kill you,” you say, “or accuse me of smoking. neither of which are worth it.” javier groans in reluctant agreement, retiring to simply take comfort in holding you. 

you grab joel’s 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 javier’s arms.

“you’re mine, remember?” he whispers, his tone not a harsh one but one of a rare vulnerability, almost insecurity. you reach a hand up to cup javier’s jaw. 

“of course,” you whisper softly, “i’m yours. any affections i hold for joel won’t ever change that. no te preocupes. por favor, abuelo.” javier whimpers slightly and nods. he’s never had the most stable attachment style but he’s trying. he wants to be better. for you.

ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ ♡

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.