â€ïž Abby fills your canteen with water when she notices that itâs empty, itâs her way of making sure youâre staying hydrated, a silent way of her saying âI love you and I care about you.â
â€ïž She puts herself between you and danger with no hesitation, using her body as a shield to protect you from harm. When a Seraphite or an infected closes in on you, her takedown is fast, ending the threat with her bare hands, because she would never let anyone touch a hair on your head. You always thank her, but you canât help but scold her a little, too, because youâre as scared of losing her as she is of losing you. But it's just who she is. She's fiercely protective, and she'd do anything for the people she loves.
â€ïž She's a born worrier, even though she tries to hide it. When you're late returning from patrol, her heart lodges in her throat, a voice in her mind screaming every possible worst case scenario, but she'll fight it back with logic. "You're okay," sheâll say to herself, "Delays happen. Itâs normal.â So she throws herself into reading or training; anything to stay occupied and to outrun the fear that you might not come back.
â€ïž Abby has a knack for remembering the things you cherish. The way she collects her coins is the way she collects your words. When sheâs out on patrol, she keeps an eye out for items that might make you happy, whether itâs something from your collection or an item youâve casually mentioned needing. She's always listening, picking up on the little things you say and tucking them away. Her attentiveness lets her surprise you with thoughtful things that prove just how much she cares and pays attention.
â€ïž She is the one you turn to after a particularly tough patrol or when Isaac has made you do something that has left you feeling emotionally drained. Sheâs an incredibly compassionate and patient listener. She asks you about what happened, and if youâre ready to share, sheâll give you her undivided attention. But sheâs also intuitive, and if you need space, sheâll give it to you. She knows youâll come to her eventually. You always do.
â€ïž Her deadpan sense of humor means she cracks you up without even trying most of the time. She always manages to get a genuine laugh out of you, even on particularly tough days, and that makes her happy. Seeing your beautiful smile means everything to her, especially when sheâs the cause of it.
â€ïž When youâre on a different patrol schedule, she leaves you a little note before she heads out in the morning, saying something like âWherever I am, a piece of me is with you. Always.â Along with the note, she lays out one of her t-shirts infused with her scentâpine soap and Abby. She knows how much comfort you find in wearing her clothes.
â€ïž She sits with you at the top of the bleachers in the stadium, watching the sunset together whenever you get some time to yourselves. These moments mean more to you both than words can say. Sheâs your home, and youâre hers, and sharing a moment of quiet awe in a brutal world is an act of deep emotional intimacy between you two.
â€ïž When patrol is particularly tough on some days, and you come home feeling mentally and physically broken, Abby notices the moment she glances at you. She doesnât always say anything, instead, she cares for you in silent ways, because she understands all too well how it feels. She helps you out of your dirty clothes and joins you in the shower, grabbing her favorite pine soap to clean you up. She knows how much you love that smell on herâhow it feels like home to youâso she wants it to cling to your skin, like youâre carrying a piece of her with you.
â€ïž She washes your hair and gently massages your scalp, pressing soft kisses on your shoulders to remind you of how much she loves you. On the days when the roles are reversed, you do the same for her. Yes, she is tough, but sheâs also a human being with feelings and emotions. Things weigh heavy on her just as they do on anyone else, no matter how much she tries to hide it sometimes. You see her. You see the softness and kindness of her heart, and you want to take care of it and keep it safe, loving her unconditionally.
â€ïž Sheâs not big on PDA, but sometimes when youâre on patrol together, she reaches out to give your hand a gentle squeeze, reminding you that sheâs with you. Or, when sheâs not in the driverâs seat, she brushes her knee against yours in the back of the truckâanything to share a bit of physical affection, because letâs be real, Abby is such a lover girl and loves physical intimacy with you.
â€ïž When youâre scheduled for patrol together, or when either of you is leaving for an assignment, you always share a kiss beforehand, pouring all your love into it. Living in a broken, apocalyptic world means facing all kinds of horrors out there, and even though both you and Abby are very competent with weapons (with Abby excelling in close combat), nobody can predict what will happen outside the safety of the stadium walls. So, kissing each other beforehand becomes a little ritual you both cherish.
â€ïž The first thing she does when you return from patrol is check you for injuries. As soon as she sees you, she scans your body from head to toe, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and worry. Seeing you get hurt breaks her heart every time, and even though itâs inevitable, she just needs to make sure youâre okay because your safety means everything to her.
â€ïž Sometimes, during late nights when neither of you can sleep, you lie down together, sharing dreams of what life would be like in the old world. You talk about sharing a house somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, going on hikes, and visiting places like Cape Flattery one day. You imagine cooking dinner together and doing something as simple as going to the grocery storeâjust normal things that people probably took for granted before the world went to shit.
â€ïž Abby carries a photo of you in her backpack wherever she goes, and sometimes, when sheâs missing you more than usual, she looks at your photo and thinks to herself âThis is what Iâm afraid of losing.â
â€ïž You often work out together, and while you may not have the same muscle and strength that she does, you still give it your all. Abby sees that. She sees you. She always spots you while youâre lifting weights, gently guiding your body to correct your form and activate the right muscles
â€ïž After a tough session, she often uses her strong hands to massage the tension out of your back and shoulders. You always return the favour, even if she insists she doesnât need it. But you do it anyway, taking care of her with the same gentleness and tenderness she shows you.
â€ïž Instead of bringing two water bottles to the gym, she only brings one to share with you, seeing it as a casual act of physical closeness and intimacyâbecause intimacy exists in the small, everyday moments, not just in the bedroom.
â€ïž After all the fighting and the surviving, it all comes down to thisâthe comforting weight of her head on your shoulder, the silent rhythm of your breath together, and the soft, steady feeling of her hand finding yours. You have a pact without words; to keep each other safe, to keep each other sane, and to remember what itâs like to be human. As long as you have that, as long as you have her, you can face any tomorrow.
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Heyy!! I'm such a huge fan of your Javier Peña works and I was wondering if I could ask for a smutty fic request where he's had a huge crush on you for the longest time but could never do anything about it since you had a bf.
What he didn't know was that your bf was an ass and he finds out he hasn't been taking care of you properly if yk what I mean ;).
I had this idea from a quote: "If he doesn't wanna make you feel pretty, I'll show you how fucking pretty you are." or smth like that.
Ofc the details and everything is up to you! I just really loved the main idea and figured you might as well :)
If it doesn't interest you it's okay,
Thanks xx
Hi lovely! Thank you so much for your request and I had a blast writing it. Javi is one of my favorite characters to write for and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed it. As always, Iâm a softie for Javi, so Javi being a softie goes hand in hand and I slightly apologize for the length since I tend to go overboard <3 Drink some water so you can be healthy (that also goes for everyone reading this lol)
Summary: A fresh break-up with your boyfriend drives you to your childhood friend Javiâs house to escape it all. But your forever home is found when you realize how relieved you feel after the fallout and how safe you feel in Javiâs presence.
A/N: Hi lovelies! To note before I get to my thank youâs, in this story, there is the use of disposable cameras, so this story does not have a certain time it is set in. I figured it would be easier to not have one so there would not be any discrepancies with time frames. Also, reader is wearing a dress so sorry to those that don't like dresses :( But yeah, dress made sense for this, and I didn't put in that the reader was wearing a bra because well, be free. :) But moving on from that, I want to say thank you all for taking the time to read my stories, request or not. To still see notis popping up every time I log in is a dream come true. I write on and off since inspiration will strike, and then Iâm back to my usual writer's block. But every time I come back for a spell, I feel so much love, and I just want to say thank you <3 I hope this proves my love for you all, but drink water and enjoy yourselves! Hugs and love :)
Pairing: Javier Peña x f! reader (I'm pretty sure there's no use of Y/N here)
Warnings: (Hey, this is a ride in itself) 18+ for starters <3 Finally some protected sex because safe sex is great sex, kids. Oral f!receiving, biting, love bites, hickeys, fingering, small handjob, and so much Spanish you would think I'm a native speaker, but alas, I just use translators baby :) All translations will be put at the end!
Word Count: 8k (Need I say more about my word counts LMAO)
(this man is so fine)
You knock on the door, heart beating out of your chest. It was second nature to arrive at his doorstep after a particularly interesting day. Javi answered and opened it, curiosity radiating on his face. But before he could say anything, you walked in.
âWell, come in.â Sarcasm drips in his tone as you set your bag on the coffee table.Â
âWhen have I ever asked to come in?â You point out and sit on the couch, enveloping you with comfort.
âYou stopped doing that after I let you in the first time.â He sat down next to you after he locked up, turning down the sports game he had on the tv.
âAnd you do the same at my house.â He shook his head as he turned his body to face you more.
âFair enough. But I thought you were going out on a date with Angel?âÂ
If everything went to plan, you would be returning to his place to finish it off, but fate would intervene in the adventures of your love life.
âUhmâŠâ You couldnât find the words to say what happened, making Javi more confused.
âHey, talk to me. What happened?â
âI broke it off.â You got out, and his face changed.Â
You knew this would go one of two ways, either with the both of you going through the ritual to get you through the breakup or him going to your exesâ place to beat the shit out of him. You had to talk him out of it multiple times, but when you would see your exes in passing glances, you could tell they were spooked, to say the least.
âWhat? Are you okay?â He moved closer to you to see if you were okay, but despite the normal ache you would have in your heart, it just wasnât there.
âIâm fine, Javi. I just found out some things today and I had to take care of it.â If anything, you felt annoyance and regret for that relationship, but not pain.
âWhat did you find out?â
âYou know Valentina? Valentina Perez from two towns over?â You asked, yet when you thought about it, who couldnât forget her? On the other side of town, she was on her way to greatness, and most men fawned over her. You wouldnât be surprised if you saw her in a magazine one day.
âYeah, I know her. She went to our middle school right?â
You nodded your head. âYeah, thatâs her.â
âWhat does this have to do with her?â
âWell, I went to the store this morning to pick up some groceries. I was going to go to the one closer, but they were out of the oil I needed. So I went to her town because I knew that store had what I needed. But, just as I was going to cross the street, I saw Valentina with Angel. And not in a friendly way because they were holding hands, and he was kissing her cheek.â Javiâs jaw tightened, and his hand curled into a fist. But he refrained.
âWhat happened next?â He gritted through his teeth.
You knew he was fuming, given that he never liked Angel from the start when you mentioned that Angel wanted to take you on a date. Hell, he practically tried to talk you out of it, but you didnât budge, making you both keep quiet on your respective opinions as you knew it wouldnât end well. After all, how could you forget your last conversation about Angel?
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âIâm telling you heâs no good for you. Heâs terrible!â He wouldnât dare raise his voice at you, but you could tell he was holding back.
âYou donât even know him! Only stories, Javi. Angel has shown me how much he cares about me and makes an effort.â You reasoned, but it fell on deaf ears, given Javiâs one-track mind regarding your choices in men.
He pinched the skin in between his brows, taking a deep breath. âEscuchame. I donât know him personally, but everyone else that does tells me the same thing. He is not who you think he is and heâs just lying to you. I donât want you to have to find out the hard way when you donât deserve to.âÂ
He wasnât wrong, given that many men in your hometown disliked him, but he was different with you. It didnât matter who protested. It was what he showed you. That was what mattered in your heart.
You sighed, feeling yourself getting nowhere in this conversation. âWhy do you care so much Javi? Why do you care so much about who I date when I donât do this to you?âÂ
It was true, given that you kept some opinions to yourself about his extensive dating history, no matter how much you didnât like them. Why he couldnât do the same for you was infuriating.
âBecause I love you. Youâre family, and I wonât sit back and watch you make a bad choice when you can do better.â He was at his wits end, which you could hear in how he said he loved you. But it didnât feel right. With the way he said family. Although you knew it was said out of comfort and not ill intention, the way it tugged on your heartstrings in an unpleasant chord when it shouldnât have done anything but reassure you was strange.Â
âWhatâs better for me then since you have all the answers?â His lips were pressed in a firm line before he spoke, trying to choose his words carefully before he couldnât think.
âAnybody else! Itâs not that hard to find one.â You rolled your eyes at him. Not that hard, he says. If it were so easy then this conversation wouldnât be happening now.
âYou judge every guy I pick so itâs clearly not that easy when you make it your lifeâs mission to find something wrong with them!âÂ
âBut I was right about all of them. Miguel cheated, Wilmar lied about everything, and Jesus did both. They were terrible for you, and so is Angel. Heâs the worst out of all of them.â You hated his knack for laying things out in a way that made your point seem mute.
âYou being right about them is not the point. I donât know why you canât be happy for me and give him a chance when he hasnât done anything wrong. Those three had red flags as soon as I met them. Angel hasnât done anything of the sort and you know that. Please, Javi, give him a chance or at least be polite to him if you have to see him. I donât expect you to like him just like I donât like your girlfriends, but I donât need constant criticism. Can you do that?â He wanted to object, but you could see the resignation to this conversation.Â
âI can do that.â You were relieved, but that feeling over his words still left you puzzled.Â
âThank you. I love you.â Your I love youâs you shared with each other were nothing that crossed your mind for more than a second. But this one was different in the higher octave in your tone, the way it strummed a new chord with your heartstrings. Surely you just imagined it, just the heat of the moment that would soon cease to cross your mind by tomorrow.
âI love you too. I only do this because of that.â He opened his arms up to you, and you hugged him, his cologne filling your nostrils and washing your nerves away. He felt like home, and not in the way you felt when you were kids. The hugs you shared were out of comfort because you were each otherâs safe haven. It was the kind where you didnât want to let go because this was where you belonged, not for a second, minute, hour, or a day. But long-lasting.
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You were brought back to reality when he touched your knee, the touch sending electricity through you. âI saw them and turned around to return to my car, but she saw me. He didnât since he didnât run after me, but she called me when I got home and told me everything. She told me when they got together, how she didnât know I was in the picture, and how he was with her because...â The words were stuck in your throat as you knew what would happen to Javi.
âBecause what?â He was strained, and you were sure his blood was boiling red hot.
âBecause heâs engaged to her. He proposed to her two weeks ago, the same day he canceled our bowling date. So I called him shortly after and blew up on him about everything I learned and how I felt overall. He swore that she was lying and that she was jealous over what we had but when I wouldnât believe him, he told me that I deserved it because I didnât do what he wanted.â His eyes widened before they narrowed, and his look screamed infuriated.
âIâm going to go over there and-â He shot off the couch, but you pulled on his hand.
âThereâs no need to finish that sentence or hurt him so stop!â You pleaded with him, but he was seeing red and Angelâs face as he wanted to morph it into something unrecognizable.
âHe needs to be taught a lesson. He hurt you, so Iâll be back.â He pulled his hand out of your grasp and walked to the door, but you got up to pull him back.Â
âJavi, please wait! Stay with me and forget about him. I wonât stop what you do in the morning but can you stay with me tonight like we normally do?â He knew what you were doing, but he could never say no to you when you gave him those eyes to stay. How could he say no when his heart yearned to be in your presence?
âIâll stay for now. But tomorrow is different.â Somehow with the softness in his eyes, you knew he would listen to you in the morning.
âI can deal with that. But Iâm not as heartbroken as I thought I would be.â You were somewhat dumbfounded by your lack of heartbreak, albeit happy that you wouldnât spend your days crying. However, curiosity took up your thoughts. The nagging question of whether you were in love with him clouded your mind until Javi grabbed your hand.
âHe still deserves to pay.â He rubbed your hand with the pad of his thumb, relaxing you and sending electricity through you.
âIâm not saying he doesnât, and hopefully sheâll leave him too and he wonât have either one of us. But when I think about our timeline, it was bound to end anyways. He didnât want to buy me flowers, he always prioritized work or rather, her over me. I would try to plan things and there was always an excuse. AndâŠwell I canât say it now.â You turned away and walked back to the couch, embarrassment making the heat rise to your cheeks.
âYouâve already said a lot just now and youâve told me everything growing up. Whatâs more going to do?â He asked as he sat back down next to you.       Â
âI canât, Javi. Itâs weird to say that to you.â You looked away and were sure you would die of embarrassment any minute now.
âHey, mirame,â He asked, and you brought your head back up. âWeâve been friends since we were kids. I share everything with you and you do the same so whatâs different now?âÂ
âSometimes youâre a little too honest when you could leave some details out from your dates.â Countless dates he told you about ended with your wishing that you could erase some of the details from your head and the occasional pang in your heart that didnât seem to dull with time.
âIâm never a person to leave out details,â His tone made you laugh, and the smile that followed on his face made you feel warm again. âPero dime. Iâm sure it canât be worse than what youâve already told me.â Oh, how he would be proven wrong.
âHe never made me cum.â In all the times youâve surprised Javi, you never expected his eyes to widen that much at your confession.
âNot once?â
âNever. I would always fake it and then finish when I got home.â The sigh he let out as he ran his fingers through his hair was surprising, given that you didnât think it would phase him this much.
âHe was that oblivious then.â The more he tried to think the opposite, the more you hated bursting his bubble.
âItâs not so much that but he justâŠdidnât care about it? It was more so âI want to get off, so I will,â and then I would be there waiting for it to be done at times.â The confessions kept flowing out, and the more you spoke, the more Javi was taken aback.
âJesus. Itâs a fucking requirement for who youâre sleeping with to cum.â Although it was certainly not the time for feelings to arise, it didnât stop you from pressing your legs together absentmindedly. âIâm sorry, Bonita, I just have to askâŠwhy did you stay for so long? You were with him for what? 2 years?â
âAlmost 3 now that I think about it,â You sighed at the time lost, time wasted over someone who was never worth it in the first place. âBut I donât know, I think I stayed out of convenience, not so much out of love because when you put so much time in, youâre willing to stick it out longer than you should. He mightâve done the same, but thankfully itâs over now. I donât feel so used anymore.â Relief washed over you to know that breaking up with him was the best thing you couldâve done for yourself after avoiding it for so long.
âYou never deserved that. Youâre worth so much more than what Angel gave you.â You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but embarrassment wasnât the culprit. Instead, the butterflies swarmed through your stomach in a surge.
âT-Thank you, Javi, but you donât have to say those things to make me feel better. Iâm okay, really.â You gave him a warm smile, but you could see his eyes were serious.
âIâm not just saying it to make you feel better, Bonita. Iâm saying it because I mean it. Youâre everything he never deserved and you deserve everything you want out of a relationship.â His tone was more soothing than ever with you, softer than anything you could remember in all the times he comforted you and showed care for you.Â
Suddenly, the question that had popped into your head from the time you were teens to when you graduated high school, and in recent years reared into focus again. Is he in love with me? You had done everything you could think of to answer your question, studying his behavior, asking specific questions to gauge his thoughts, and even getting involved with your cousinâs love of tarot cards to get a sign. Blame the teenage hormones that got to you. Still, you were too afraid to ask and almost certain that it was the bliss of a teenage crush that would misread actions and words as affirmations of love. It only increased ten-fold at your graduation when he pulled you into a small corner as everyone was finding their families to have some alone time.
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âJavi, where are we going? We have to get to our families.â You asked as he led you to a small area near the back of your high schoolâs football field.
âWeâll find them in a minute. But I know I wonât get much time with you later, so I wanted to tell you that Iâm proud of you.â You were happy from the day itself, but hearing him say he was proud of you made you grin.
âAw, Javi, Iâm proud of you as well. We did it and now we get to start our new lives.â You could see the energy shift in Javi after what you said, puzzling you.
âYeah, the future is near.â He looked away from you for a moment before you grabbed his hand.
âHey. Are you okay?â You asked, and he forced a smile for you.
âIâm fine, I promise.â
âAre you lying?â You raised a brow at him, and he sighed.
âMaybe a little bit. Itâs justâŠwhen you think about the future you think about losing people to new jobs, new people in your life, even moving away from home. All those things happen and itâs scary.â Laredo was all you both knew, and sometimes it was hard to let go and move on to get to do something else with your lives, but you didnât know until now what that made him feel.
âHey, no matter what happens, Iâll be right by your side, okay? No matter where we go, who weâre with, or what we do for a living, Iâll drop everything to be there for you.â His smile was genuine this time as he pulled you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest as he rested his head atop yours.
âAnd Iâll do the same. I love you.â You could hear the falter in his voice, awakening something in you that was threatening to leap out of your throat.
âI love you too. Are you sure youâre okay?â You asked again as you pulled out of his embrace.Â
âY-yeah, Iâm fine. Also, you look really nice. I like what you did to your hair.â He moved you off-topic, and although you wanted to press more, you let it go.
âThank you, Javi. I was hoping it would look okay on me.â You smoothed out your hair.
âYou look more than okay. Mucho hermosa.â There was a glint in his eyes you hadnât seen before, maybe something you hadnât noticed. But how he looked at you made you feel like no one else was there. That you were alone but together in the otherâs presence, that nothing could go wrong in the little world you created.
âT-thank you, b-but we should get going. Iâm sure we need to take some photos.â Suddenly it felt harder to breathe, the need to say everything and anything simultaneously consuming you until you found an exit because you knew what would happen if you didnât.
âYouâre right. Letâs get going.â He led the way, and you took a deep breath, hoping you could hold it together for all the pictures. When you walked around from the fence and up the street, your families were waiting for you.
âÂĄAhĂ tienes! no sabĂamos dĂłnde ustedes los dos.â Your mother and Javiâs mother were crying to see you both in your cap and gowns. Both families came around to hug you one by one and congratulate you.
âWe wanted to wait until some people left.â You lied, and they seemed to either buy it or not care as they took out their cameras.
âThatâs fine. But take a picture together!â Javiâs mother asked, and you both got closer, and he wrapped an arm around you, which satisfied both of your mothers.
âJavi, get behind her!â Your mother asked him. You were surprised, not thinking they would ask him to do that pose.
âSi! Wrap your arms around her.â His mother agreed, and he was puzzled now.
âAre they trying to make us look like a couple?â He asked you as he got behind you and wrapped his arms around you. The move alone made a swarm of butterflies go through you, but you maintained your composure.
âI wouldnât put it past them.â You answered as he moved his head down more for the camera.
âMija, necesito que sonrias.â You smiled for them, and the way Javiâs head was just above the crook of your neck was comforting. All the hugs you had culminated into this, even if it didnât mean what you wanted it to mean. But to have him like this, you wouldnât change anything.
And maybe that was why even when you moved out, you made a copy of that photo and kept it in your living room. Sure, memories couldâve been kept in a box, and there were other photos to use, but that photo was deep in your heart, the way he was deep in your soul.
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With those memories that came flooding back, the question was imprinted into your mind, and you realized that this time, it wouldnât leave until you got your long-awaited answer. âJ-Javi? I feel like youâre leaving something out.â
âI donât want to overwhelm you so soon.â You shook your head in response to him.
âDigame. Te prometo que puedo tomar lo que me digas.â You wanted, no, needed to hear what he had to say, whether it was good, bad, or indifferent. You would regret it if you let it go like you did at your graduation or every other instance where the question popped into your head.
âJavi, I never knew you felt that way.â You admitted, feeling your heart practically surge out of your chest.Â
He wiped your eyes and then held your face with one hand. âIâve felt that way for a long time, and it never stopped. Iâve always wanted you to be happy even if it was not with me, but now that I have my chance Iâm taking it. I love you, I love you, I love you.â
âI love you too, Javi. I realized I loved you a few years back and it hasnât changed for me since then.â He was surprised, and you wondered how he couldnât see after all these years that you were irrevocably in love with him.
âÂżCuando?â
âSince we were teens, but it hit me at our graduation. Since then, I always had a little bit of hope but with who you were dating, I always pushed it down.â
He pinched the skin in between his brows with his other hand. âI never wouldâve dated those girls if I knew you felt the same way. I always wanted you, and I want you right now.â
âAnd I want you and only you.âÂ
Time stood still after that. The admission out there, hearts on the line, a breakup was long forgotten as he never made you feel what Javi made you feel. The list could go on with how Javi treated you miles better than any guy you dated: safe, loved, cared for, appreciated, and special. But the energy had shifted, the air grew thicker, tension rising between you of a âShould we, should we not?â that seemed to blur the already thin line of friends to lovers you hadnât realized was eroded. But that question was answered when he kissed you, gentle at first yet firm.Â
You could faintly taste the whiskey on his lips, making you want more as it tasted better on him. His cologne was a little faded, but you could still smell it, which gave him a huskiness that you loved about him. You brought your hands up to his hair, finally raking through his curls as you had dreamed about doing for years. His other hand moved down to your body and slowly inched to your waist, careful not to overstep as you were still testing the waters. But you didnât need to try anything when this was safe, exciting, and taking up your thoughts so that it would be all you would think about for days. You pulled a little on his hair, making him groan against your lips.
âSomething you like?â You asked in between the kiss.
âPossibly,â Javi murmured before biting your lip, making you moan. He smiled against your lips when he heard you, and you knew that Javi would enjoy every bit of seeing what other sounds he could get out of you.Â
âA little noisy arenât we?â He pulled back to brush the hair out of your face, and you rolled your eyes.
âI can keep quiet.â You tried to be serious, but he didnât buy it.
âYouâre not going to because I want to hear you, and Iâll get it out of you.â His confidence surprised you.
âWho says youâll get it out of me?â You asked, but he didnât answer, instead opting to kiss you again and, in the middle of it, tugging on your lip before biting again. You moaned again, and he smiled, knowing he had proved his point. But that was forgotten soon after as his kiss made you feel drunk. If there was ever a time when you accidentally kissed him before this, you probably wouldnât have waited this long to kiss him. The urge to keep going was igniting more as each second passed, and you knew it wouldnât cease fire until your deepest desire was fulfilled.Â
But then it increased ten-fold when his tongue pressed against your parted lips, making a shiver run through you. You opened them up without hesitation, allowing him to dive in just enough to experiment with you. With that, you could taste more of the whiskey, and the smell of his cologne intensified, making you clench your legs further, trying to quell your desire. But Javi felt your legs move and opened them up by pushing his hand down from your waist and between your legs, prying them open. His hand rested between your thighs, gripping a little, making you clench around nothing, given that you were wearing a dress and you could feel him fully. Oh, how badly you wanted him to remove the rest of your clothes so you could feel him skin-to-skin.
Perhaps your senses were overloaded, but his smell was intoxicating, his taste was addicting, to touch each other was electrifying, to hear how breathless he was as he kissed you, and to see how much he desired you was everything to you. With each second that passed, you craved more, and so did he, surprising you based on how he pulled you into his lap with one swift pull on your leg. His hands trailed up from your hips to your waist, holding you up as you grinded on his lips slowly.
âYouâre a fucking tease.â He muttered, trailing his lips down to your chin and then jaw.
âWhat am I doing?â Your faked oblivious nature earned an eye roll from Javi.
âYou know exactly what youâre doing.â His voice had dropped an octave when you grinded more, his dick growing and grazing you when you couldnât wait to pull him out of his pants.
âDo you want me to stop?â You asked, looking at him as you further tangled your fingers into his hair.
âNever.â He kissed down to your neck, making you suck in a breath. Sensitivity increasing with each kiss, you knew he was reaching your sweet spot. And once he did, the sound he elicited from you made him twitch in his pants. He wanted more out of you, to give you everything you didnât have with Angel. He wanted to worship your body, learn every inch of you, and memorize each crevice to shower you with love. There would never be another day where you felt that you were simply there while those you were with did their business. Every day would be a day where Javi could tangle himself into the sheets with you, let your wanton sounds fill the room along with his moans and grunts, and fill you up with each climax in every position he could do with you. He had you in his grasp, and he was wrapped around your finger.
Javi sucked on your sweet spot, making you whine as you tried to get used to his kisses. He was leaving a hickey, and while you usually didnât like them, the thought of hickeys or love bites lined on your skin, a reminder of your desires manifesting into reality, made your core begin to throb. And thankfully, he didnât stop at one. He made his mark and kissed it one last time before grabbing your ass and smacking it. It caught you off guard, and the sound you let out let him know that you enjoyed it.
âDo you want to take this to my room?â He asked.
âIâm sure. Take me there, please.â Javi smiled at your answer, grabbing your hips and getting up so he could carry you to his room. He kissed you briefly as he found his way to his room, kicking the room open before letting you down onto your feet again. He pulled off his shirt before helping you pull down the straps of your dress. He loved this color on you, complimenting your skin perfectly no matter how much you said it was a simple dress. But to take it off of you, to see the way it draped off of your breasts, falling down to the floor and drinking you in, Javi knew that he would never get tired of the sight.
Immediately, he bent down to your chest to place more hickeys on you. He wanted the reminder just as much as you did, to wake up the following day and look at his form of art on your body. He left another, and another, making a little trail that he could trace with his finger when the sun would bathe his room, and he would wait for you to get up. Finally, he reached your breasts, and his breath hit your nipple, making it hard for him.
âI take it youâre sensitive here?â His smirk let you know that he knew the answer, but you wanted to play coy.
âMaybe, maybe not.â
âJust maybe you say,â He trailed off as he licked your nipple before putting it in his mouth, keeping eye contact with you as you moaned. He swirled his tongue around, making goosebumps rise. He hummed as your head rolled back, the vibrations making you ruin your panties little by little. You put your hands in his hair again, tugging as he moved to the next one to give them equal attention.Â
How did he make this so hot, turning you on before he even got to your core, where if you were lying down in bed you would be taking control and putting him inside you yourself. He was completely different than all the men you had been with. Rushed, lack of effort, lack of attention to your needs. But Javi paid close attention to you, seeing that if you liked the way he licked or nibbled on your nipple, he would do it again and again and again. His attention to you never waved, only it increased as he moved from your breasts down to your stomach, peppering kisses that made your heart skip a beat.
Javi reached for your panties, dragging his hands to their hem and looking at you to give the okay. You wanted him to pull them down, but you suddenly felt bad. âJavi, I want to make you feel good as well.â He got up and cupped your face.Â
You nodded your head and allowed him to pull them down, and you saw his mouth water when he could see your wetness pooling. You stepped out of your panties and spread your legs a little, allowing him to swipe a finger up your slit to gather your slick, putting his finger in his mouth and tasting you. The look that he gave you of pure adoration and attraction made you weak at the knees as he wasted no time in diving in with his mouth, tongue spreading your lips, and getting up everything he could in your slit. You were caught off guard by how he moved his hands up to your ass to keep you in place as he got up everything he could. But then, he latched on to your clit and sucked, licked, and hummed, making you moan his name like a chant that wouldnât end until you came.
âJavi, fuck that feels really good.â You praised, tugging at his hair again as he hummed louder and sucked more feverishly. Pleasure, ecstasy, bliss, cloud nine, all the words you could think of couldnât compare to how this felt. You were surprised you could think at this point given how the pleasure was building in your stomach at top speed, and when his skilled fingers pressed in between your folds and into your dripping core, you were gone. Matching pace with his mouth, taking his time to find your spot, and then hooking on to it repeatedly, the curl beckoning you to gush on his fingers. You didnât need him to ask you, and before you could register what was happening, you came hard. Walls pulsing, clenching around Javiâs fingers. clit throbbing, overstimulated, yet you couldnât pull off as he rode you through your orgasm. The hairs on your neck stood high as you slowly descended from your high. How you were still standing was a mystery, but you were grateful when he finally pulled you off to pick you up and lay you on the bed.Â
âGod, you taste so fucking good.â He whispered as he kissed your hips before diving in again. His hands hooked onto your hips, allowing your thighs to press against his head as he lapped up everything. You gripped his sheets, whining as he fingered you again while licking your juices. He swapped between licking it off his fingers and pushing his tongue in to get it faster. You started to rock your hips against his mouth to get what you wanted, and he could feel his dick getting rock hard over how needy you were for him.
âJavi, fuck I-please donât stop!â Your mind failed you at making a coherent and complete sentence, but he knew what you needed as he focused on sucking your clit and fingering you again. Your overstimed clit made you whimper, but it soon turned into praise for Javi as he brought you to your second orgasm, making your roll your hips and your legs shake as it hit you again. Harder than before, your eyes rolling back as he never lost his grip on you. Two orgasms in a short time, yet you still needed him inside you. Your vision cleared up when he pulled up from your thighs and you saw your slick lining his lips. He licked it up before kissing you, your hands trailing down to help him out of his pants.
âI need you. I really fucking need you.â You whispered against his lips. Your fingers fumbled with his button, but you got it unhooked, one hand holding himself up as he tried to get them off with your help. He stood up a bit to fully get those and his boxers off before climbing back on top of you. Your hands found their way to his dick after you spat in your hand, and you stroked him slowly, feeling the veins you wanted to feel against your walls. He sucked in a deep breath as you stroked from tip to base, kissing his jaw and neck. It was a little hard to wrap your hand around his dick, given his above-average girth, but it was something you would enjoy as he got deep inside you. His tip was curved as well, giving you an idea. You swiped your thumb over the tip, and the coating of pre-cum made your mouth water as you wanted to taste him, let him cum down your throat, and let his moans fill the room. Your fantasy made you focus on the tip, going faster and your thumb circling around the tip as he let out a gasp.
âFuck, baby. J-Just like that.â He rasped out, letting his head fall and bite your neck. You kept pace, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. He was unraveling for you as you did for him, and perhaps you would make him cum from a handjob alone before he could thrust deep inside you to give you what you both desired. But he moved your hand away and moved up, to which you looked down and saw how painfully hard he was.
âIf you keep going like that Iâll cum on your stomach.â He admitted, and the vision of him spilling on your stomach was making you burn red hot.
âWell, now I know what to do in the future.â You smiled, and he kissed you again, reaching for his condom. You watched him put it on, rolling it down and seeing the way it fit him, stretching for him as you were going to do for him. With it on, he slotted himself between your legs, letting the tip rub on your lips. It made you roll your hips so the tip could slip between your folds, knowing that your clit was overstimulated to the point where every touch would make you jolt. His tip brushed against your clit, and you moaned into his mouth while your kiss got very messy, very fast. Needing to hear your moans again, he matched your rocking to keep brushing against your sensitive clit, the sensation almost too much for you.
âYouâre so wet, hermosa. Did I do this to you?â He asked, pulling back where you could see the smirk lining his lips and for him to see your reaction.
âY-you did. Fuck, please donât stop.â You stammered out, the ability to speak fading further away.
âI need to feel you baby. I need to feel you cum on my dick.â He took his hand and swiped up in your slit, gathering your slick on his fingers and stroking himself with it, making sure he could slide in without a hitch. He stroked himself while looking at you, and to see how badly he wanted you was still unbelievable. He noticed your nervousness and stopped, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
âHey, thereâs nothing to be nervous about. If you want me to stop, I will.â He reassured you, still giving you an out knowing that this was a lot to take in.
âItâs not that. I really want this but JaviâŠyour gaze, itâs intimidating.â You admitted.
âBaby, Iâve enjoyed looking at you before this happened and now. I donât mean to intimidate you, but remember, itâs just me. Nothingâs really changed, okay?â It was partly a lie to say nothing changed when you were just given two mind-blowing orgasms, but Javi knew how to make your heart melt even when it was racing out of your chest.
âI know. ButâŠhe never looked at me like that.â His face changed when he said it, wanting to give you everything you deserved as you deserved to feel desired, wanted, and beautiful.Â
âIf he doesn't wanna make you feel pretty, I'll show you how fucking pretty you are.â His tip was still near your hole, making it easier for him to slide in, causing you to gasp and clench around it. Your hands moved up on his body, hooking onto his back. He felt perfect inside you, filling and stretching you out more than you could imagine.Â
âYou feel so good, baby.â He moaned out as he finished filling you up, inch by inch. Still comfortable inside you, yet the stretch was something you would never get enough of. He let you adjust, kissing your forehead again to give you time.Â
âYou feel so much better. Please move,â Javi moved right away, slowly pulling out and pushing in while you pulsed around him each time. You wrapped your legs around him and scratched his back, making him moan. You wanted to leave marks on his back as he wanted to leave love bites on you.
âThatâs it, baby. Scratch my back and leave marks on me,â He sped up, letting the sounds of how wet you were for him fill the room. You scratched his upper back a little more, making him fuck you harder. His curved tip brushed closer to your spot, and when he decided to thrust up into you, you were pleasantly overstimulated.Â
âI told you I was going to get more sounds out of you.â You rolled your eyes as he laughed, but you were rolling your eyes back when he continued to fuck you. Yet, he was not rough with you. He moved his hand to go underneath your neck and bring you closer to him, the other holding him up so he would not have too much of his weight on you. Javi made sure that you were enjoying yourself, his tenderness evident. Patience, tenderness, and love were evident, especially when you looked at him and saw how he looked at you with adoration, lust, and love. You were aglow in his gaze, not intimidating once you got used to it, and you never wanted to leave.Â
But those three words were lodged in your throat, threatening to come out despite your efforts to suppress them. The nerves were rising, but you blurted it out faster than you couldâve covered it up. âI love you,Javi.â
âI love you too. Always have, always will.â Javi didnât break eye contact as he said it, and you could see he was serious. He leaned down to kiss you again, pouring all his love into it. It felt different at this juncture, but you were willing to continue down this path with him for as long as you could.
But what you couldnât hold on to was your composure once it started to build in your lower stomach, the tension increasing with each thrust and your previous orgasms playing into it. Javi could feel you tighten around him more, which made him leave your lips again so he could watch you cum. He moved his hand away from your neck and between you both, slipping his fingers right to your clit and rubbing small circles to inch you closer to your release.
âYouâre doing so good baby. Iâm so proud of you.â He praised, and your whine in return made his tip twitch. You kept pulsing, legs tightening around him, letting him know you were close. âCum for me baby, please. Make a mess for me.âÂ
You scratched his back hard, cumming all over just as he asked you to do. It was intense, your legs feeling like jelly and goosebumps rising by the second. And to see the way you threw your head back in ecstasy ignited something in him. He had to fuck you through it, had to make you feel everything all at once because your pleasure was all he cared about. But alas, you came down, completely spent after all he did. But if he asked for another, you would do it all over again, loving the way he would watch you cum for him with absolute attentiveness.
Thankfully, Javi moved his hand away from your sensitive clit to hold himself up, knowing his climax was near. You could feel him lose control, seeing how he bit his lip and how he wanted to savor each moment with how good it felt to feel your pulse around him. He was in a state of ecstasy as well, and he never wanted to leave it.
âF-fuck, Iâm getting close.â He thrusted faster, desperation taking over to cum deep inside you.Â
âPlease cum for me Javi. Soy todo tuyo.â Those last three words pushed him closer to the edge.
âMi mente, cuerpo, y alma es tuyo.â Javi barely got it out before he came, grunting as he spilled inside the condom when he would much rather spill inside you. His thrusts were rough, needing to have every inch deep inside you. You pulsed around him to overstimulate him, to which he was not surprised when another drop of cum shot out in response to your actions.
You could tell he was tired, so you held him close, allowing him to rest a little on top of you so he could catch his breath. Your hands went up to his hair, playing in it as he rubbed his thumb back and forth on your hip. Skin-to-skin, completely bare, but not just in the physical sense. It was in every sense as you had previously shed all your layers with him, letting him see the deepest parts of you as he did with you. This was simply the final layer, but it was the most fitting after developing everything else with him over the years.
"If you keep playing in my hair like that I'll fall asleep on you." He mumbled, eliciting a laugh out of you. You both stayed in that position briefly, the closeness comforting you and reminding you that this was not a dream.Â
Sadly, he did get up to pull out of you, throw the condom out, and get some towels to clean you both up. He wiped you down first, removing any sweat and cleaning up the wetness between your thighs. Once he wiped himself down and put them in the bin, he got right back into bed with you and pulled you close, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.
âHow are you feeling?â He asked, a hand rubbing your back.Â
âIâm feeling pretty good. How are you feeling?âÂ
âAmazing,â He admitted, making you laugh. âBut are you okay with everything that happened?â
âOf course I am. I wouldnât have done any of that if I didnât feel right about it. But are you okay with what we did?â You craned your neck up to look at him.
âI am, but I just want to be sure. You know I love you.â To hear him say it with a different meaning brought a smile to your face.Â
âI love you, Javi.â Your tiredness was hitting you hard, your voice much softer than before. You moved your head back down to lay on his chest comfortably.
âAnd I love you, mi flor. Iâll take you out this weekend.âÂ
âAre you asking me on a date?â You asked as he drew circles on your back.
âYes I am.â
âThen ask me properly.â He moved back so he could face you properly.
âWill you go out on a date with me this weekend?â He asked, and you loved the fact that he asked you properly.
âYes I will, but we donât have to go out this weekend since I know you have work. We can always go the following weekend.â You didnât want to strain him, but he didnât have it.
âIâm taking you out because I want to. You deserve to be shown off and treated right, so Iâm taking you out this weekend.â You admired his insistence, even though there was stubbornness laced in.
âYouâre so bossy all the time.â You rolled your eyes at him.
âItâs not bossy if you like it.â He shot back, and you would never admit that he was right.
âMaybe I do.â You tried to play it off, but there was no use.
âJust maybe? Because just a little earlier you liked it when I-â You shushed him with a kiss.
You pulled back and rested your head back on his chest. âDonât finish that. Just go to sleep.âÂ
âI will, but I find it funny that this was a complete change from our usual breakup routine.â The realization hit you since this was a complete change.Â
âYeah it is. But I think I like this one more.â
âWell there wonât be another routine after this.â Oh, he was certain of it.
âAnd youâre so sure of that?â You challenged, but he didnât back down.
âPositive.â Without saying it, you knew that he was not planning on going anywhere, and neither were you.
âOf course you are. But goodnight, Javi. I love you.â As you closed your eyes, you slurred your words, but you knew you were safe.
âI love you more. Goodnight.â
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Translations:
Escuchame - Listen to me
Mirame - Look at me
Pero dime - But tell me
Bonita - Pretty
Mas hermosa - Most beautiful
ÂĄAhĂ tienes! no sabĂamos dĂłnde ustedes los dos - There you are! we didn't know where you two were.
Abby x Reader | modern au | fluff to tension | established relationship | aquarium & bookstore date | domestic | lots of fluff and slight sexual tension
You smooth down your outfit for the tenth time, glancing at your reflection in the hall mirror. Abby's text from ten minutes ago, saying that sheâll be there soon, still makes your stomach flutter. A warm, giddy feeling spreads through your chest as you grab your keys, the thought of spending the afternoon with her is making your heart hammer in your chest. You can already picture her smile, the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she's genuinely amused, the sound of her silky smooth voice and her calming presence. Stepping out, the cool air hits your face, but it does little to calm the excitement thrumming in your veins.
You and Abby have been together for a while now, but you still get butterflies every time youâre around her, the good kind of butterflies. You look down at your phone to check your reflection, wanting to double check that you look good for her, but the truth is, you could wear a potato sack and sheâd still think youâre the most stunning person she has ever laid eyes on. After a couple of minutes, she pulls up to your place and stops in front of your door, waiting for you to get in her truck, and as soon as you do, youâre met with her radiant smileâthe one that instantly makes you feel at home.
âI must say, Iâm impressed that you managed to be on time for once.â She teases gently, which makes you roll your eyes playfully.
âIt was just that one time. I was late only once!â You protest, which makes her chuckle as she leans over for a quick peck on the lips.
âI know, darling, itâs just fun riling you up.â She says as she puts the car in gear, glancing at you with a smile which makes your stomach do somersaults, and you canât help but smile back.
"Oh, you think so, do you? Two can play that game, you know." You quip, a little grin forming on your lips.
She steals a glance at you and raises her eyebrows, her signature smirk hinting at a playful challenge. âBring it on, baby,â she challenges, placing her hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. You canât let her know how it makes your brain short circuit when she does that. But who are you kidding? She already knows. Her touch sends a delicious shiver through you, a warmth spreading from your thigh all the way up. You bite back a grin, trying to maintain your cool facade even as your heart does a happy little jig.
"Just you wait," You mutter, forcing yourself to sound more confident than you feel, knowing full well she can read you like an open book. âWhich bookstore are we going to today?â
âYouâll see,â She murmurs softly as she intertwines her fingers with yours. You canât help but admire how truly beautiful she is, how her freckles adorn her face like constellations, how her blue eyes look lighter in the sunlight, and the way her hand confidently grips the steering wheel as she drives. In that moment, you realise just how deeply you love her.
The drive to the bookstore is filled with comfortable silence, highlighted by the occasional shared glance and soft laughter from your conversation, and when she finally pulls into a parking spot, your face lights up. Both of you have been eyeing the Rare and Used Books bookstore for ages, and you're already reaching for the door handle, eager for the next stage of your date, but Abby gets out of the truck and rushes to the passenger side to open the door for you. It's something she always does, along with other thoughtful gestures like holding the door open for you and walking on the outer edge of the sidewalk. Theyâre small, yet meaningful acts that express her love for you. You smile warmly at her as she holds the door open for you, and you feel your heart swell with love for her. Youâve never experienced this kind of love before, the kind of love that makes you feel safe and at peace, like the world around you fades into perfect harmony when you're with her.
The bell above the door gives a nostalgic chime as you both step inside. Immediately, youâre hit with that intoxicating scent unique to old bookstoresâdust, and aged paper. Itâs quiet, the kind of silence that feels like a warm blanket, and you subconsciously move closer to Abbyâs side. She doesn't miss a beat, her hand finding the small of your back as she guides you deeper into the labyrinth of floor-to-ceiling shelves.
"Don't get lost in here," she whispers near your ear, she teases. "I might not be able to find my way out if I have to come looking for you."
"I think you'd manage," you tease, looking up at her. "You have a pretty good internal compass."
Abby wanders toward a section in the backâHistory and Fiction. You watch her for a moment as she scans the spines of the books. The golden light from a nearby desk lamp catches the muscle in her shoulder as she reaches for a heavy, leather-bound volume. She flips it open, her thumb tracing the edge of a yellowed page inside, and you find yourself staring at her in awe as she gets lost in her little world of books.
"Look at this," she murmurs, gesturing for you to come closer.
You lean in, but you aren't looking at the book. Youâre looking at the way her expression has softened and replaced by a quiet wonder. She looks at you then, and for a second, the bookstore disappears. Itâs just her blue eyes, searching yours, sharing a piece of her world with you. She closes the book gently and tucks it under her arm.
"I'm definitely getting this. But," she adds, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes, "we aren't leaving until we find that specific poetry collection you've been obsessed with."
"Abby, that's like finding a needle in a haystack in this place," you laugh, but her determination to find the book fills your heart with warmth.
She just gives you that confident, one-sided shrug and that little smirk of hers, the one that says sheâs already decided itâs happening.
"Good thing I'm persistent, then. Start looking, baby. I've got the high shelves covered."
The quiet of the shop settles over you like a secret. You spend a long moment exploring the bookshelves, your fingertips dancing over the spines of the books. Thereâs no rush, no pressure, just the comforting hum of the air conditioner and the knowledge that Abby is somewhere nearby. Ever since she came into your life, your love for books has only grown, mostly because sheâs the first person who really listens when you ramble about them, and you both get to share the same excitement together when it comes to books.
Eventually, you pull yourself away from a shelf of and look around for Abby. The aisle is empty. A tiny prickle of curiosity hits you as you wander through the store, weaving through the towering stacks.
Then, you see her.
She walks towards you with that familiar smirk playing on her lips, but the edge of it is softer nowâmelted by a look of pure, unadulterated affection. Sheâs holding something behind her back, her shoulders squared in that proud, playful way she gets when sheâs won a bet.
"Took you long enough," she teases, her voice a low rumble in the quiet shop.
Before you can answer, she brings her hand forward. Nestled in her palm is the exact poetry collection youâve been hunting for months. Your breath hitches, and you can feel your eyes go wide, sparkling under the warm shop lights.
"Abby... how?" you whisper, reaching out to touch the cover.
She doesn't just hand it over, she watches your face, memorising the expression. Seeing you this happy makes her feel like she's on top of the world. To anyone else, Abby is a force of natureâtough, focused, and immovable. But here, in the soft light of an old bookstore, sheâs just a woman who would move mountains just to see you smile.
"I told you," she murmurs, her voice thick with a tenderness she only ever saves for you. "I'm persistent."
You take the book from her, your fingers brushing against hers in the process. The paper is cool, but her skin is warm, a steady heat that seems to radiate off her. You flip through the pages, the old book smell wafting up, and you can feel her weight shift as she steps closer, peering over your shoulder to see what caught your eye.
"Thank you, Abby. Seriously," you say, looking up at her.
"Don't thank me yet," she says, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "You still have to read the best ones out loud to me later."
She leads the way to the front counter, her hand resting naturally on the small of your back like it always does. Watching her handle the transaction makes you wonder how you got so lucky. She chooses to be soft for you. She chooses to remember your favourite authors, to hunt through dusty shelves for a specific poem, and to hold your hand like itâs the most precious thing sheâs ever touched. It feels like a privilege, not just to be loved by her, but to have the right to love her back. Thereâs something about seeing her standing in such a delicate, quiet space that makes your heart do that familiar little jig. She pulls out her wallet, dismissing your attempt to reach for your own with a firm, narrowed look that says not a chance.
Once the book is tucked safely into a bag, she pushes the heavy glass door open for you, holding it with one hand while the other finds yours the moment youâre back out on the sidewalk. The afternoon sun is lower now, painting the street in long, honey-coloured shadows. The cool breeze you felt earlier has settled into a comfortable evening chill.
You look at herâreally look at herâthe way the golden hour light catches the blonde stray hairs around her face. Up close, the details of her face feel like a map youâve memorised but canât stop studying. Her freckles paint her face like beautiful constellations, and you find yourself wanting to trace the lines between them, wondering if they form a sign that says she was always meant to find you. In the glow of the golden hour, her blue eyes look like polished sapphires set against the warmth of her freckled skin. They don't just reflect the light, they seem to glow from within, radiating so much love for you. Itâs the kind of gaze that says youâre her peace and her entire world, all wrapped into one, and in the quiet hum of the afternoon, with the city buzzing around you, you realise that no masterpiece in that bookstore could ever compare to the way she looks right now.
When you reach the parked truck, Abby doesn't even give you a chance to reach for the handle before she opens the door for you. She always does thatâalways opening doors, always making sure youâre taken care of. You climb into the high seat, and she waits just a second longer than necessary, her hand resting on the edge of the door as she catches your eye before she clicks the door shut and jogs around to the driver's side.
As she pulls out into the evening traffic, she drives with one hand on the wheel, her movements precise and confident, while her other hand rests on the center console, palm up, offering an open invitation. You slide your hand into hers, and she immediately closes her fingers around yours, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your knuckles. You look out the window as the city lights begin to flicker on, but your gaze always drifts back to her, and you find yourself lost in thought as you admire her beauty.
"You okay over there?" she asks softly, her voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrates in your chest. She doesn't take her eyes off the road, but she squeezes your hand, a silent check-in that says Iâve got you.
"More than okay," you murmur, leaning your head back against the seat. "Just thinking about how much I like being here, going on these little dates with you."
She doesn't reply right away, but you see the way her jaw softens and a small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your skin without breaking her focus on the road ahead. Itâs a quiet, domestic moment, but it feels more profound than any grand gesture.
âI hope you know,â she murmurs against your knuckles, her voice a low, steady hum that vibrates through your hand. She pulls your hand just an inch away from her mouth, but she doesnât let go. âThereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be than right here. Just us.â
She brings your hand back down to rest on her thigh, her fingers remaining interlaced with yours as the aquarium comes into view. âReady to go see the sharks? I promise to protect you from the scary fish.â
A bright, genuine chuckle escapes you as you turn in your seat to face her, your heart doing that familiar little skip at the sight of her looking all tough while talking about an indoor aquarium.
âYou are such a goober, Anderson,â you tease, reaching out to give her shoulder a playful nudge. âTheyâre behind three inches of reinforced glass. I think Iâm safe from the man-eaters for today.â
She pulls into a parking spot and kills the engine, but she doesnât move to get out yet. Instead, she turns in her seat, resting her arm on the back of your headrest so she can look at you fully. A soft, amused huff shakes her chest.
âDoesn't matter,â she murmurs, her thumb reaching out to flick a stray hair away from your forehead. âYou know Iâd fight a shark for you anyway.â She gives your cheek a playful, affectionate pinch before finally letting go of your hand to grab her keys. âCome on, letâs go before the line gets long.â
The transition from the bright afternoon sun to the cool, dim interior of the aquarium feels like stepping into another world. The air is slightly humid, smelling of salt and filtration, and the only sound is the low, rhythmic hum of the massive tanks. As soon as you pass the ticket counter, Abbyâs hand is there, her fingers sliding between yours with a practiced ease, her thumb tracing the back of your palm as you both wander toward the first exhibit.
âCheck these guys out,â she murmurs, nodding toward a shallow, open-top pool where a school of stingrays glides effortlessly through the water.
You lean against the waist-high glass, and Abby steps in close behind you, her chest brushing your shoulder. The bioluminescent blue light from the tanks reflects off her face, making the constellations of her freckles look like theyâre glowing beneath the surface of her skin.
âThey look like theyâre flying,â you whisper, mesmerised by the way the rays flap their wings.
âGraceful,â Abby agrees, though when you glance back at her, she isnât looking at the stingrays. Sheâs looking at you, the blue light catching the calm sea of her eyes. She gives your hand a gentle, grounding squeeze.
The stingrays are gliding in a hypnotic circle, their silken wings skimming the surface of the tank. You lean in just a little too far, fascinated by a particularly small one, when a larger ray decides to flap its "wings" with a sudden, enthusiastic burst of energy.
Splosh.
A cold spray of saltwater hits you square in the face and down the front of your shirt. You gasp, blinking through the droplets, frozen by the sudden chill. Beside you, Abbyâs eyes go wide for a split secondâa rare flash of genuine surpriseâbefore a low, huffed chuckle escapes her.
"Well," she says, her voice still carrying that dry, deadpan edge even as she smiles. "I did warn you about the scary fish. I just didn't realise the local wildlife had a personal vendetta against you.â
She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a clean tissue as she tilts your chin up with the crook of her finger, her touch as light as a feather.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, baby,â she murmurs, her thumb grazing your cheekbone as she dabs at the water carefully. "Can't have you shivering and soaking wet before we even get to the sharks. People will think I pushed you in."
"Would you?" you tease, looking up at her.
She finishes drying your face, her hand lingering against your jaw, her thumb tracing the line of your skin. The warmth of her palm is a comforting, wonderful contrast to the cold water.
"Depends on the mood," she says, her blue eyes dancing with that dry humor. "But just so we're clear? Next time a fish looks at you funny, I'm calling for backup. I don't think my ego can take another successful maritime ambush on my watch."
You huff a laugh, leaning your forehead against her shoulder for a brief second. "You're ridiculous, Abs."
"Maybe," she murmurs, her arm sliding around your waist to guide you away from the tank. "But I'm your ridiculous. Come on, let's go find the sharks.â
Leaving the touch-tanks behind, you follow the curved path into the heart of the aquarium, and as you step into the underwater tunnel, the world turns a deep blue. The transition is breathtaking. The water is everywhereâabove you, beside you, wrapping around you in a silent, shimmering embrace. You find yourself mapping the line of Abbyâs noseâthat distinctive little bump that you absolutely love, and the way the skin is dusted with a faint galaxy of freckles. Itâs a feature that feels so quintessentially her. So beautiful. Her lips are parted just slightly, settled into that soft, natural pout youâre so fond of. They look incredibly plush in the dim light, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners as she feels you watching her.
"See something you like?" she murmurs, her voice dropping into that low, silky register that always makes your heart skip. She doesn't turn her head, but you see the way her jaw softens. The blue light catches the fullness of her lower lip, making the moment full of quiet, domestic sort of tensionâthe kind that makes you want to lean into her and forget about the sharks entirely.
âMaybe,â you whisper, leaning your shoulder into hers until you can feel the warmth of her arm. âThe sharks are great, but I think I prefer the view from over here.â
A small huff of a laugh escapes her, and you see her lower lip twitch into a real smile. She finally turns her head, her nose nearly brushing your temple. "Flatterer," she murmurs.
Youâre just about to lean in closer when a massive, jagged shadow sweeps over the floor of the tunnel. Above your heads, a massive Sand Tiger shark glides past. Itâs staggering how big they are in real lifeâfar larger and more powerful than any photo could capture. You watch the slow, rhythmic pulse of its gills and the way its sandpaper-textured skin catches the light. Itâs followed by a school of smaller, sleek Reef sharks and thousands of tiny, silver fish that move like a single, shimmering ribbon through the water.
"Wow," you breathe, your voice barely a whisper in the hallowed quiet.
"Yeah," Abby murmurs back, her hand sliding down to find yours again, her fingers locking tight with yours.
Everything is so graceful, so effortless. The sharks don't look scary up close, they look ancient and majestic, moving through their world with a quiet authority. Abby steps in closer as you both look up at beautiful sea creatures. She doesn't say anything for a long moment, just lets the peace of the blue light settle over you both.
"They're peaceful, aren't they?" she finally asks, her voice a low, warm hum. "In a weird way, it reminds me of us. Just... moving at our own pace while the rest of the world goes by outside."
You lean your head onto her shoulder, watching a Great Hammerhead shadow the tunnel overhead. "I was thinking the same thing."
You stay like that for a long time, tucked against her side as the shadows of the sharks dance over the tunnel floor. Eventually, the heavy silence of the deep water begins to lift as you follow the path toward the brighter, shallower exhibits.
"Look," Abby whispers, her grip on your hand lightening as she leads you toward a massive, brightly lit tank.
Unlike the shark tunnel, the water here is a shimmering, pale turquoise. Two spotted seals are darting through the water, their sleek bodies twisting and turning with a playful energy that makes you both stop in your tracks.
As you step up to the glass, one of the sealsâa smaller one with curious, dark eyesâstops its mid-water acrobatics. It drifts toward the surface before diving back down, gliding right up to the spot where you and Abby are standing, tilting its head as if itâs studying you just as intently as youâre studying it.
"Oh wow," you breathe, moving your free hand toward the glass. The seal follows the movement of your fingers, its huge, glassy eyes blinking slowly. "Heâs so cute."
Abby leans down, her shoulder brushing yours as she peers at the creature with a look of genuine awe. A soft, huffed laugh escapes herâthe kind of sound she only makes when she's truly happy.
"Look at those spots," she murmurs, her voice filled with a rare, childlike wonder. "Heâs a little explorer, isn't he? Just coming over to say hi."
She just stands there with you, the two of you mesmerised by the quiet curiosity of the seal. In the bright, clear light of this tank, you can see the way her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles. For a moment, it feels like the seal, the water, and Abby are the only things that exist.
As you and Abby stand there, a second, slightly larger seal streaks past like a silver bullet, and the first seal launches itself away from the glass to join the chase.
You watch them spiral around each other in a perfect, synchronized dance, their spots blurring together as they disappear into the deeper part of the tank.
âTheyâre so fast,â you murmur, your eyes still glued to the spot where they were just moments ago. You turn to Abby, a sudden, impulsive grin spreading across your face. âI want one. Can we take one home? I think heâd fit in the bathtub.â
Abby lets out a genuine, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the hand sheâs still holding. She looks at the empty glass, then back at you, her eyebrows arching in that deadpan way you love.
âA seal? In the apartment?â she asks, her voice dry but dancing with amusement. âIâm pretty sure the landlord has a very strict no marine mammals policy. Not to mention the fish bill.â
âIâll catch the fish myself!â you protest, bumping your shoulder against hers. âHeâs too cute to leave here.â
She sighs, a dramatic, long-suffering sound, but the way she pulls you into a half-hug tells a different story. âTell you what, goober. The closest thing I can get you to a spotted seal is a plushy from the gift shop on the way out. And only if you promise not to try and feed it real sardines.â
You huff, but you canât hide the smile forming on your lips. âThatâs certainly better than nothing.â
âExactly,â she murmurs, her thumb tracing a soothing circle on your waist as she starts to lead you toward the next exhibit. âCome on, letâs go see the penguins before I change my mind.â
The air grows a bit chillier as you follow the signs toward the penguins. You hear them before you see themâa chorus of high-pitched braying and the constant, frantic splashing of water.
Unlike the sharks' slow grace or the seals' curiosity, the penguins are pure, unadulterated energy. A dozen of them are torpedoing through the water, while others stand on the rocky ledges, waddling with a clumsy, serious dignity that makes you giggle.
âLook at that one,â Abby says, pointing to a particularly round penguin thatâs staring intensely at a stray feather on the ice. âHe looks like heâs contemplating the meaning of life. Or just his next meal.â
âHe looks like you when youâre staring at a protein bar,â you tease, nudging her side.
Abby doesn't even argue, she just lets out a short, amused huff. âFair point. Heâs got his priorities straight.â
You spend a few minutes watching them. One penguin accidentally trips over its own feet into the water, and Abbyâs low, melodic laughter fills the space between you. Itâs a lighter, brighter sound than the quiet whispers in the shark tunnel, and you find yourself leaning into her, soaking up the warmth of her presence. Listening to her laugh feels like coming home after a lifetime away, and youâd give anything, do anything, just to ensure that happiness never flickered out.
As you head toward the exit of the exhibit, you spot a photo booth tucked into a corner, its curtain glowing with a soft, inviting yellow light.
âAbby, wait!â you say, tugging on her hand. âWe have to!â
Abby looks at the small, cramped booth and then back at you. âYou want to squeeze me in there? I donât know, I might break the machinery.â
âYouâll fit, smartass. Come on.â
She sighs, that familiar, indulgent sound, but sheâs already reaching for the curtain. The curtain falls shut behind you, sealing you both into a tiny, brightly lit cube that smells faintly of warm electronics and old plastic. Itâs a tight fitâAbbyâs knees brushing against yours as she tries to find a way to sit that doesn't involve her head hitting the ceiling.
"See?" she grunts, though thereâs a massive, lopsided grin on her face. âItâs a safety hazard.â
"Hush," you laugh, reaching out to tap the glowing start button on the screen. "Just look at the lens! Three... two... one!"
The first flash catches you both off guard. Youâre mid-laugh, pointing at the camera, while Abby is still trying to adjust her seating, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a half-formed protest. Itâs chaotic, blurry, butâŠperfect. For the second one, you both lean in, pulling silly faces. Itâs a side of her she only shows you, and it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the entire universe. The timer starts ticking down for the third shot, but neither of you is looking at the lens anymore. The playful energy from the last photo suddenly evaporates, replaced by a heavy, magnetic pull. You turn your head just as Abby turns hers. In the cramped, yellow light of the booth, her face is inches from yours. You steal a glance at her lips before meeting her beautiful blue eyes. Her hand slides from your shoulder to cup your jaw, her thumb grazing your cheekbone as the flash goes off, catching that split second of pure, breathless anticipation, the look of two people who are completely, hopelessly in love.
Abby doesn't wait. She leans in, closing the distance with a soft pressure. Her lips are warm and firm against yours. Itâs not a hurried kiss, itâs slow and grounding, tasting faintly of mint and her. The bright, white flash of the fourth photo fades into the dim yellow light of the booth, but Abby doesn't pull away, she hums low in her throat, a soft, vibrating sound that you feel more than hear, as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Her hand, which had been resting on your jaw, slides up so her fingers can tangle in your hair, her palm cupping the back of your head with a gentle, protective weight. Thereâs a certain gravity to the way she kisses you, as if sheâs trying to tell you a thousand things she doesn't have the words for. You find yourself leaning into her, your hands reaching up to find the solid breadth of her shoulders, pulling her just a fraction closer in the cramped space. For a few long, breathless seconds, the rest of the aquariumâthe splashing seals, the drifting sharks, the cold airâdoesn't exist. There is only the warmth of her breath against your skin, the soft pressure of her lips, and the way she smellsâlike clean laundry, her favourite perfume and the faint smell of her pine soap.
She eventually pulls back just an inch, her forehead resting against yours. Her eyes are still closed, her lashes dark against her skin, and you can see that familiar, soft pout of her lips is now reddened and damp.
âBaby,â she whispers, her voice a little rougher than usual. She lets out a breath, her thumb tracing the line of your lower lip one last time. "I think... that might be the best photo weâve ever taken."
"I don't think a camera could ever really catch how I feel about you," you murmur, your voice barely a notch above a breath. "But I'm really glad we have the proof now."
Abbyâs eyes flutter open, that deep, intense blue searching yours. For a second, she just looks...overwhelmed with all the love she has for you. She leans in to press one more lingering, soft kiss to the tip of your noseâright on that spot she knows you loveâbefore she gives you a slow, lopsided smile.
âYeah, me too.â Her pupils are still slightly blown, her expression full of quiet adoration. âCome on,â she murmurs. âLetâs go get that spotted seal of yours.â
As you both step out of the booth, the cool aquarium air hits your flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the heat you just left behind. You stop at the little metal tray, watching as the glossy strip of four photos slides out. Abby reaches for it first. She studies the sequenceâthe chaos, the faces, the affectionate stare, and finally, the kiss. You see her throat bob as she swallows, her thumb grazing the edge of the paper. Without a word, she tucks it carefully into her inner jacket pocket, right over her heart.
"That one's staying with me," she murmurs as her hand slides down to find yours again, her fingers lacing through yours. "Ready?" she asks, her voice regaining that steady, confident hum, though the softness in her eyes remains.
You nod, leaning your head against her shoulder for a brief second as you begin to walk. The aquarium is starting to wind down for the day, the crowds thinning out as the overhead lights dim slightly. You follow the exit signs, and as you round the final corner, the bright, warm glow of the gift shop spills out into the hallway, filled with rows of colorful glass and soft, plush mountains of fabric. You both walk through the aisles with a quiet determination, her broad shoulders cutting a path through the few remaining tourists until she stops dead in front of a shelf overflowing with grey spotted seals.
"Found him," she says, a playful, victorious glint returning to her blue eyes. Abby pulls the plushy from the pile. It has big, glassy black eyes and little felt whiskers that stick out at a charmingly messy angle. She holds it up, comparing its face to yours, her expression softening into that quiet smirk of hers.
"He's almost as cute as you are," she teases, her voice dropping into that warm, low register.
"Almost?" you challenge, looking up at her through your lashes. "I think I might have to take that as a personal insult, Anderson. Are you saying I have competition now?"
Abby lets out a short, breathy laugh, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe," she murmurs, her thumb grazing the back of your hand. "But the seal doesn't talk back as much as you do. It might be a close race."
"Now thatâs just rude.â You protest, pretending to be offended.
Abby lets out a genuine, rumbling chuckle as she takes the seal toward the register, pulling out her wallet to pay for it. When the cashier hands over the bag, Abby immediately passes it to you, her fingers lingering against yours. "Now you've got your seal," she says softly. âReady to head home?â
The evening air is crisp as you walk across the parking lot, the sky fading into a bruised purple. When you reach the truck, Abby opens the door for you, waiting until youâre settled with your new seal in your lap before she climbs into the driver's side. She doesnât start the engine immediately. Instead, she sits there for a moment, the dim cabin light catching the strong bridge of her nose and the soft pout of her lips.
You reach out, placing your hand over hers on the center console. "Abigail?"
The effect is instantaneous. Abby doesnât just turn her head, but she stills completely, her shoulders dropping that tiny bit of tension she always carries. To everyone else, sheâs just Abby, but when you use her full name, itâs like a secret key to her heart. You see her gaze softening into something so raw and open it makes your heart ache.
"Yeah?" she breathes, her voice dropping into that low, silky smooth tone.
"Thank you, for everything today. But mostly... just thank you for loving me. For the way you do itâso deeply, and so beautifully. Iâve never felt as safe as I do when Iâm with you."
For a moment, she doesn't say anything, she just looks at you as if youâre the only person who truly sees her.
"You don't have to thank me for that," she murmurs, her thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles on the back of your hand. "Loving you... it's the easiest thing I've ever done. Itâs the only thing thatâs ever made total sense."
She doesn't wait for a response. She leans across the center console, her large hand sliding up from your arm to cup the side of your neck. Her palm is warm and slightly rough, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. When she pulls you in, itâs slow and deliberate, until your lips meet in a kiss that feels like pure adoration. You feel the soft, firm pressure of her lips as they move against yours, the slight dampness, and the way she hums low in her chest when you tilt your head to give her more room.
Her other hand finds your waist, her fingers bunching in the fabric of your shirt, pulling you as close as the seats will allow. As the kiss deepens, your hands find her solid shoulders, your fingers digging slightly into the soft cotton of her shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Abby groans softly against your lips as she shifts her weight to move even closer to you. Her hand leaves your neck to slide down your back, her palm flat and heavy, pressing you firmly against her as if she's trying to close every last millimeter of distance.
Her breathing has gone from steady to jagged, especially when you tangle your fingers in the hairs at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer by the waistband of her jeans until there isn't a single inch of space left between you. The kiss lingers, growing more urgent, more demanding, until the air in the truck feels thick and charged. The center console is a clumsy barrier between you, and you find yourself shifting, kneeling up slightly to get closer to her. You slide your hand under the hem of her shirt to find the smooth, burning skin of her stomach. Sheâs all solid muscle, and she shudders when your cold fingers make contact. The kiss grows even more desperate, her tongue slides against yours in a way that makes your head spin. Itâs all you can feelâthe slick, hot slide of her tongue and the solid weight of her body against yours. Youâre both breathless and the windows of the truck are already beginning to fog.
Slowly, you both pull back just an inch, your foreheads still pressed together as you try to catch your breath, and for a second, the only sound is your jagged breathing. A small, breathy chuckle escapes Abby, her chest huffing against yours as she realises just how carried away you both got. You find yourself smiling, tooâa little dazed, a little overwhelmed by how much you actually crave her. Her thumb traces the swollen line of your lower lip one last time, leaning in for one last peck on the lips before she slowly settles back into her seat.
"If we don't leave right now, we're going to give the security guard a show. And I'd much rather have you all to myself," she says with a chuckle.
She turns the key, the engine roaring to life with a powerful hum. As she shifts into gear, she keeps her hand firmly on your thigh, her thumb grazing the fabric of your pants in a silent promise of the night still to come.
Iâm really frustrated by the misconceptions surrounding Abbyâs character, particularly the claims that she would be aggressive or abusive, especially in bed. Thatâs so far from her true nature. Just because she has muscles doesnât mean sheâs aggressive or abusive. Abby is caring, considerate, and gentle. She would never harm her partner, not even in a million years.
Hereâs my perspective on what I believe Abby would be like in bed:
I think Abby could get adventurous in bed if she wanted to and if her partner was into it, but for her, itâs all about intimacy. She values that closeness and connection, so even if things get a little wild, sheâd make sure her partner feels comfortable and cared for. People often mislabel her as aggressive, but sheâs the literal opposite of that. Sheâs much more about creating a deep bond and enjoying those intimate moments together.
I think Abby would typically prefer a slower, more gentle approach to sex. I get the sense that she favours using her fingers and mouth over toys because she wants to truly connect and feel her partner. That said, Iâm not suggesting she wouldnât be open to using toys; I just think that her focus would be on closeness and intimacy.
Abby embodies a warm and nurturing spirit, both in and out of the bedroom. Her strength lies not in aggression but in her ability to foster deep emotional connections and create an environment where both partners feel valued.
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â„ïž She never lets you overthink.
â„ïž She would never be the kind of partner to leave you lying awake at night, doubting your worthiness of love.
â„ïž Reassurance? You donât have to ask for it. She instinctively offers you reassurance and support, especially when she senses you're being too hard on yourself. Having experienced the struggles of overthinking herself, she would never want you to endure that alone.
â„ïž Abby would move mountains just to see you happy. Her love is gentle, tender, and unwavering, always there to support you in both good times and bad. She listens with an open heart, understanding your struggles and celebrating your joys. Abby shows up for you.
â„ïž She understands your struggle with opening up all too well. When she senses you're facing an internal battle, she doesnât pressure you to share. Instead, she gently reassures you that sheâs there for you, that sheâs got your back, and whenever youâre ready to talk, sheâll be there to listen.
â„ïž She never raises her voice in an argument, thatâs simply not her way of doing things. She communicates calmly, and when you both find yourselves in a disagreement, she suggests taking a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts. The last thing she wants is to argue with the person she loves most.
â„ïž After an argument, she sits down with you to calmly resolve things. She makes it clear that even when you two bicker, itâs you against the problem, not against each other. Never against each other.
â„ïž Abby would never do anything to make you doubt her loyalty or love for you. She is deeply devoted to you, and her actions reflect that devotion. Being loved by her means you can rest easy at night, free from worries about not being good enough.
â„ïž She takes a genuine interest in your hobbies and passions. You could share the same topic with her a million times, and she listens with unwavering enthusiasm each time. Like I said, sheâs hopelessly devoted to you.
â„ïž Sheâs your solid support, always protective and caring by nature. When she sees youâre having a tough time, her instinct to care kicks in even more. Sheâll make it clear that sheâs got your back, and even when you canât find the words to express how you feel, sheâll just hold you close. With her arms around you, she creates a warm sense of home, letting you know that youâre never alone and that sheâll always be there to face anything together.
â„ïž Abbyâs love is real, sincere, and loyal, the very bedrock of her being.
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Summary: The day before your mission, you go to the workout room for a stretching session. But when Jack follows behind you, he alters those plans faster than you can wrap your head around.
A/N: Hi lovelies! Sorry for no stories in a while, but I had to unplug for a little bit and not think about writing so much since it was becoming a little stressful. I appreciate all the support you guys gave me while I took my time, and I hope to stay more consistent for the fall/winter season. <3 As always, I hope you enjoy and make sure to drink water! :)
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x !f reader
Warnings: Squirting, p in v (unprotected, but hey, we don't encourage non-safe sex around here), mentions of titty fucking, mentions of male masturbation, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation (like...a lot, so sue me), use of the word daddy (look the man is fine it slips).
Word Count: 5.2k (I'm not gonna even explain myself this time)
1 day left.
It rang in your head constantly as you walked down the hallway with your yoga mat and bag, gearing up for another session to prepare for your mission. While most of it was routine, the part that required more expertise was flexibility in getting through all the lasered areas. That scared you more than anything, knowing that one trip on the laser would result in a lost limb and a botched mission.Â
You knew this as the political official was paranoid, to say the least, and made every room lined with lasers that were not able to be disabled unless the officialâs phone was cloned and decrypted or you were able to get to the control panel to disable them all. Getting ahold of his phone would be impossible given it was his lifeline in his corrupt work, which left the route of accessing the control panel as you possessed more flexibility out of everybody in your division, making you perfect for the job.Â
So, while everyone in your field told you that you would be fine, it did nothing to calm your nerves and allow you a day of rest before the mission, leading you to make a right to the next hallway, the workout room straight ahead with enough space for you to practice your flexibility training. One of your colleagues, Nicari, came up behind you as she was headed in a similar direction.
âGoing to do some yoga?â She asked, her eyes drifting down to what was in your hand.
âYeah. I canât go on this mission if I canât work my way through the laser rooms. From what Ginger says, thereâs at least five, but I wouldnât be surprised if the control panel area had an extra set of lasers, too.â You answered.
âBut youâve been doing it for a month now. At this rate youâre going to be our contortionist around here.â She joked, hand running through her hair.
âIsnât that the goal?â You half questioned and joked, with Nicari laughing in response. âBut this is necessary for me to do. You know I like to be 1000% ready for anything that may be thrown my way.â
âThatâs one of the traits I hope the newcomers have around here. But have a good session.â Nicari wished for you.
âGood luck with your training.â You wished her well as she walked past you, and you walked down the hall. You reached and opened the door, and you saw that it was completely empty, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you had at least an hour before the rush of agents would come in for their training. You laid your mat on the ground near the mirrored area of the room and placed your bag in the corner.
You did your quick stretches, rolling your neck and getting the blood flowing through your arms and legs before sitting on your mat to work more on your leg stretches. You moved your legs up, bringing them into a butterfly position to start off. You heard the door open, but your eyes were closed as you fluttered your legs.
âHey. I have this room all to myself until 2.â You spoke, trying to determine who it was based on the boots creaking against the floor.
âDoes that mean I canât join you, sweetheart?â The honeyed voice that you loved echoed through the room.Â
You opened your eyes and saw Jack in a casual outfit, the grey sweatpants surprising you. Loose yet form-fitting enough to make your eyes wander more than you shouldâve. Given how cold it was in the Statesman building, he also had a jacket on. Jack didnât comment on your staring, but you knew he noticed it.
âYou can join me. More than enough space in here,â You responded, albeit trying to keep your tone even.
âI wonât distract you.â Jack promised, but knowing how you were when you were around him, a distraction was inevitable.
Jack closed the door behind him, and you closed your eyes again, trying to center yourself while you felt goosebumps rise along your arms. You attempted to clear your mind, but it was to no avail, a sign that the rest of your session would be filled with an inability to focus on the tasks at hand. Before switching to a tabletop pose, you fluttered your legs to get the blood going. You were rounding and arching your back in fluid motion until you looked up and saw Jack taking off his jacket, revealing his white short-sleeve shirt that was form-fitting, tight around his biceps.Â
âHow are you doing over there?â Jack asked, discarding his jacket near his bag and looking at you in a compromising position.Â
âIâm doing good. Just getting started.â You watched Jack start his dynamic stretches as you leaned back into a half split, feeling your hamstrings loosen up and the stretch burning. But the burn in your leg was nothing compared to the burn in your core as Jackâs shirt lifted up, a glimpse of what lay underneath it and a happy trail that quickly burned into your memory.Â
âIf you need my help, just ask.â You could ask for his help in a few ways that would lead to your flexibility being used. But you pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind since it was not the time to let your fantasies run wild.
âI appreciate it, and the same goes for me.âÂ
You switched legs and felt the burn intensify in your tighter leg, finding yourself stopping short in your extension as you could only go so far. But then the thought of Jackâs hands wrapped around your legs, helping you stretch but inching closer to your thigh, spreading you a bit, was etched into your mind. It would be instinctive to spread more for him, explore your canvas, and draw with his fingers on the areas he loved the most. His touch would be forever ingrained into your memory longer than you would admit. But it didnât sound all that bad. In fact, the thought of his big hands splayed on your body, finding your pressure points to make you melt, eliciting short gasps. Wanton sounds from deep in your belly, and your desire growing deep in your core all sounded wonderful, even if it led down a road that would make you cut your yoga session short.
And while you were having a war with self-control, Jack was having the same battle, only he was losing more than you were. Oh, how he couldnât take seeing your soft, supple body in such angles that he wished to put you in. When you laid down on your back, and Jack saw you spread your legs wide with your hands holding your feet to stretch further, it took everything in him to not walk over there and push your legs behind your head. Jack was well aware of your flexibility, which proved to further his imagination on the nights with a tight grip around his dick, jutting his hips up into his hand, perspiration glistening his skin, and the slip of your name escaping his lips with ease as he got closer with each stroke. Dreaming about you in every way, Jack was sure that if you heard one of his ideas, you would turn red in the face. But all Jack wanted to see was your flushed face underneath him, legs pinned on your sides, and him buried deep inside you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he praised you repeatedly for taking him so well. And while Jack was sure that he would be coming on too strong if he walked over to you now, you were convinced that if you heard that phrase from him, you would come undone in mere seconds following.
âDo you need some help?â Jack asked, seeing that you had now switched to downward dog and struggled to get a deeper stretch.
âY-Yeah, I wouldnât mind.â Your voice was strained as you tried moving your heels down to the ground but to no avail.Â
Jack walked over and was near your side, unsure where to go. âDo you want me to guide you down this way?âÂ
âYou can try, but if you need to be behind me, it's okay.â Jack hummed in response, placing his hands around your stomach.Â
He pulled you down slowly as your heart began to race, trying to ignore how it felt to have him touch your exposed skin. Your heels gently touched the ground, but you knew the pull from behind would be better.
âI think it would be better if you were behind me. I might be able to get my heels down to the ground that way.âÂ
Your heels would be off the ground by now, Jack thought to himself. But he moved to the back, and his hands drifted down to your hips, pulling you in more. The pull made you gasp, and his grip felt like heaven. Still, you were determined to get out of this alive despite your decisions that brought you into this situation.Â
Jack pulled you towards him, ensuring he moved back so you would not feel his sweatpants. He looked away to try to save himself from looking at you from above, but the view in the mirror across the room proved to be better, making him want to pull you in more than he should.Â
Fuck, I shouldnât be doing this. But sheâs so pretty like this. So pretty for me. Jackâs thoughts were making his self-control disappear by the minute. But he returned to reality when your ass brushed against his crotch.
âOh! Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean to do that.â You didnât realize how far you were moving until you felt him on you. And what pressed back onto you was unmistakable, making you want to do it repeatedly until you couldnât take it anymore.Â
âY-Youâre all good, sweetheart.â He cursed at himself for having a hard-on now, leading him to think about the best excuse and relieve himself in his office. But then he caught a glance of your core, the little wet patch giving him all the confirmation he needed.Â
He moved closer to you ever so slightly, bringing your hips back to where he could press up on you. You werenât sure what Jack was doing, but when you felt him brush against you again, you bit your lip hard to avoid a small whimper from escaping you.
âIs this a good enough stretch, darlinâ?â Jack asked, and you could hear his voice change from a lighter tone to velvet, becoming music to your ears.
âIt is, Jack. It feels really good.â You answered, the slight quiver in your voice making Jack smirk.
âYou look so pretty like this, doll.â Jack was bold, fully pressing his hard-on against your core, making you struggle.
âT-Thank you, Jack.â Speaking seemed to take all your effort, especially when you would be moaning his name instead.
âAnd I just realized something about you,â He trailed off as his hand trailed down to grab your ponytail and bring you up from your position. You gasped, seeing both of you in the mirror as he grinded against your ass.
âWhat is it?â
âThat you want me just as much as I want you, and if I were to fuck you right here on this mat, you wouldnât stop me.â Jack looked at you in the mirror, and you saw he looked different from when he first walked in. The controlled, confident aura he had spiraled into lust because Jack couldnât wait any longer. He was leaving kisses down your jaw and neck that made the hairs on your neck stand up, and chills run down your spine.Â
âJack,â You couldnât get the words out, and the look he gave you in the mirror was knee-buckling. âI need you right now. Please.âÂ
You were unraveling for him with your breathless words and how you rubbed up against him like you always wanted to. With each brush of his dick up against you, you were soaking through your underwear when you wished you would be soaking him from tip to base.
âAnd Iâm sure I need you more.â He mumbled against your neck. Each kiss was electrifying, his soft lips against your skin proving to be better than the last. But you needed his lips on yours desperately.
âBaby, I need your lips on mine.â
You were going into a daze and were confident that you would let Jack kiss you all over for an eternity if possible. But Jack obliged, letting go of you for you to turn around and kiss him without a second to spare. Haste, desire, and need were entwined in the kiss, with your hands going up to his neck to play with the ends of his hair and going down to pull you flush. You nibbled on his lip, earning a playful groan from him.
âAnd here I thought you were innocent,â Jack mumbled against his lips.Â
You smiled into the kiss, but you gasped shortly after when he gripped your ass and smacked it. It felt good to have Jack on you like this, grasping, pulling, and touching you in obscene ways that made their way into your daydreams with each passing minute. All you needed was to feel his bare skin against yours, and it seemed that Jack had the same idea as he let go of you to pull off his shirt. You did the same, following with your sports bra. Jack kissed down your chest, finding his way to your nipples with ease. He enjoyed seeing how swollen they were already, and the minute he licked your left, you squeezed your thighs together. Jack flicked and darted, taking his time teasing you, which frustrated yet excited you simultaneously. But the more you whined in frustration, the more it turned him on, with his hard-on growing more than when he daydreamed about you.
âJack, please donât tease me.â You begged, your hands moving to his hair to tug, gripping his locks and pulling, which made Jack grunt. It was strange, as he preferred pulling hair rather than his hair being pulled. But it was hot, your usual calm demeanor around him winding down to a needy state. Jack needed this, pushing him to suck and twirl his tongue around your raised nipple to elicit a savory sound from your lips that would make him throb. But he couldnât help himself when he looked you in the eye as he lightly nipped, the unexpected sensation causing you to drip. With how soft your breasts were to the touch and taste, the thought of titty fucking you burned into his imagination. Seeing his dick slide in between your breasts, softness enveloping him, and you sucking the tip with your soft lips looking up at him. Fuck, he thought. Donât wanna cum before I can feel her.
âDaddy-â You gasped yet covered your mouth in embarrassment.Â
It slipped.
It fucking slipped.
Jack stopped immediately, eyes darkening more than before. Did he hear you right? That name, pure sin, slipped before you could catch yourself, yet he wanted to listen to it again.Â
âSay it again.âÂ
âDaddy,â You tugged on his hair, bringing him dangerously close to cumming.Â
âThatâs my good girl.â Jack praised as he got on his knees, which was a sight for sore eyes for you, given that he looked perfect down there. His eyes were locked on you, making you shy as his stare was intimidating. But as he kissed your stomach, adoring every roll and stretch mark with kisses and tenderness, you began to relax. Nothing felt out of place, him roughly pulling down your bottoms along with your panties, kissing your hips, inching closer to your dripping pussy only to move away to kiss your thighs. It was perfect, and as you stepped out of your bottoms with Jackâs help, you knew it would get better from here.Â
Jack tapped your thighs for you to spread them, and with his head slotted right between them, he could finally see what he did to you. From there, you realized that his lips were not just good for kissing when he reached your slit and kissed your clit gently, with enough pressure to make you clench your thighs. Jack pried them open with his hands, ensuring he was perfectly between pillowy softness and wasting no time tasting you. It was as if he was hungry, trying to gather as much of your slick on his tongue since he couldnât get enough of you. Jack was convinced your taste was intoxicating as he enjoyed your sweetness. It only pushed him to suck on your clit and have you gush on his face, the added pleasure weakening your knees.
Your thighs were pressed against his head, tugging on his hair harder than before, whimpering his name along with a string of other profanities you prayed could not be heard through the walls. But Jack pulled off you, sensing you were struggling to stay upright. He helped you down, your back on your mat and your legs spread wide for him.Â
âYouâre so soft, sweetheart. I could spend all day touching you, spending more time between these pretty thighs.â
Jack positioned his left hand on your stomach and his right hand right at your dripping hole, pushing two fingers in as he went back to sucking on your clit. The new sensation made you curl your toes, moving your hand up to your breast to cup it, twirling the nipple he sucked on as your head tilted back. But Jack didnât take his eyes off of you. No, he wouldnât dare miss the sight of you in pure ecstasy, hearing you whimper as he began his come hither motion with his fingers or the way you bit your lip to suppress a loud sound when he desperately wanted to hear it in his bedroom. Seeing you get off was a new drug Jack couldnât get enough of even if he tried.
But while you tried to wrap your head around how you were on your mat soaking Jackâs face and fingers, you felt a familiar build-up that made you see stars. Yet, it was stronger than before. The more Jackâs fingers rubbed up on your g-spot, the more you felt the urge to soak him.Â
Jack popped his head up from your thighs. âYou a squirter, baby?âÂ
âH-Havenât tried yet.âÂ
Your first time.
It rang in his ears as he picked up his pace, diving down again to suck on your clit. He wanted to give you every experience you never had, which would be the first of many. With the curl of his fingers one last time, you felt something gush out of you and land on his face and between your thighs. It was intense, making you feel lighter than air despite your labored breathing. Your thighs were firmly pressed against him, but it didnât deter Jack from lapping up everything as much as possible, drowning himself in it because if that were a way to go, he would gladly take it.Â
Jack's tongue overstimulated you the more he was down there, whimpers free falling from your mouth and your legs shaking, but it was electrifying. He was undoubtedly skilled in this area, making you wonder how good it would feel to have him deep inside you. But once you started to move away, Jack finally came up for air, his face glistening in your elixir. He quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers, and when you saw what was poking you earlier, you had to take a breath. It was thick. His pink tip was throbbing uncontrollably with little pebbles of precum adoring it, a prominent vein running down the shaft, heavy balls that clearly needed to be drained, but most importantly, there was a curve to it. It was perfect, and despite your sensitivity down there, you needed to feel him.
âYou like what you see?â He leaned down to where he was hovering over you by mere inches.
âI like it a lot, actually.âÂ
Jack smiled at your honesty before kissing you, allowing you to glide your hands to his back. His hands trailed to your legs again, pushing them apart so he could slot himself between you. But you decided to surprise him with a special move you had been working on during your leisure. You pulled away from his intoxicating kiss to lift your legs up and behind your head. The move surprised yet excited Jack more than he could explain. He knew you were flexible but never dreamed you could do that.Â
âYouâre just full of tricks, huh?â He asked, and you smiled innocently at him.
âMaybe, but youâre just gonna have to see what else I have in store.âÂ
âI canât fucking wait.â Jack rubbed the tip of his dick on your glistening pussy, precum mixing with your juices to gather enough for him to slide in easily. But each brush of the tip on your clit made you jump, given how sensitive you were. But it didnât deter Jack, rather, it encouraged him to keep doing it, and when he started to slap the tip on your clit, you knew he was being a tease.
âPlease fuck me already. I canât take anymore teasing.â You begged.
âIâm gonna need you to ask correctly, darlinâ.â Jack dragged the tip down to your hole but didnât inch forward.
âDaddy, please fuck me.âÂ
âThatâs my good princess,â He mumbled before pushing in slowly. You gasped as he pushed the tip in, and with each inch that followed, you could feel the stretch intensify. It was a little too much, but Jack kissed your forehead to calm you down. âI promise to go slow, baby.â
âItâs okay.â You told him and tried to relax while he pushed in further. But for him, he was trying to not cum early based on how tight and wet you were. You were perfect in how you felt, and it took everything in him to not move in and out of you until you were ready. He kissed as a distraction, getting the last inch in to make you moan in his mouth. You felt impossibly full, the tip curved right against your spot, and your walls began to flutter around him. The discomfort subsided after a moment passed, with you getting lost in the kiss since if there was one thing you enjoyed from what you learned today, it was finally knowing that Jack lived up to his persona in every way imaginable.
You pulled away and brushed the hair out of his face. âYou can move.âÂ
He obliged, pulling out a little faster than how he pushed in and going back in, the stretch feeling better the second go around. But his strokes stayed intentionally slow yet deep, with Jack losing himself in how it felt to be inside you. Heaven would be one word to put it in his mind and coupled with the view he had of you, eyes looking up at him, your breasts bouncing, and a perfect view of how your pussy opened up for him, there wasnât much else he could ask for.
âBaby, youâre taking me so well. Such a pretty girl for me.â Jack praised, and you loved every word that flew out of his mouth. It went straight to your head, and the fullness you felt in each stroke was stoking the fire that was building inside you the moment he touched you.
âThatâs it, baby. Hold your legs up for me, just like that.â He leaned back up to get a better view, and a muttered curse followed as he almost came from that sight, making him thrust faster and tilt you up so he could see your spot perfectly. You enjoyed the new angle, feeling yourself pulse around him and slowly going over the edge with each deep stroke Jack gave you. It was riveting; your mind focused on nothing but this moment, and only were you brought back into reality when you felt the need to let go.
âYou gonna squirt again on my dick, baby? Make another mess for me on the mat.â Jack cooed, and when he thrusted inside you again, you were in pure ecstasy. You couldnât hold it, squirting again for him, which encouraged him to fuck you through it, making your eyes roll back as it felt like you were going forever.Â
âThatâs it. Love it when you let go for me.â He lowered you back on the mat and moved his hand up to move the hair out of your forehead to kiss it. You came down, and you could look at him as he moved back up, and you couldnât get enough of the sight. You loved how he looked at you, how turned on he was by you. It was even hotter to see how much he was enjoying you, his grunts and moans making you throb. But the moment you looked down and saw how he slid in and out of you, you fluttered around him more.Â
âYou like watching me slide in and out of you?â He asked as he moved his hand to your clit, rubbing light circles. âWatching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours makes you so wet that you canât help yourself.âÂ
âPlease donât stop.âÂ
âOh, Iâm not gonna stop,â He promised as he rubbed faster circles. âIn fact, you can give me one more right? I know you can, princess. Just one more for me.â
You were overstimulated for sure, but there was something about the low tone in Jackâs voice, the pet name, or maybe a combination of todayâs events that pushed you to keep going. It was a chant in your mind one more time. One more time of making a mess for him, one more time of finally getting what you wanted. That thought set you off, your legs shaking, so you had to move them from behind your head. It washed over you from head to toe, and your moans that brushed upon becoming screams would stay in Jackâs mind forever.Â
Jack was amazed by it all. To experience this with you and bring you to this point of ecstasy and overstimulation was a dream that he thought was too far-fetched until now. But seeing you like that only convinced him he had to do this again with you for as long as possible.Â
âFuck, baby. Youâre so tight.â He grunted as he thrusted into you sloppily, his orgasm nearing by the second.
âPlease cum for me. Please, daddy.â You could feel he was holding on by a thread, and you wanted to set him off as he did for you.Â
âBaby, where can I cum?â
âYou seem to like these a lot,â You grabbed your breasts to give him a show with a smirk on your face.
Jack didnât think twice before pulling out and stroking himself right over your breasts. He came within a few strokes, and the thick ropes of cum that followed you wished were deep inside you to fill you up to the brim. It was a mess, and when you swiped some of his cum on your finger to taste it, you swore you saw another drop of cum drip from the tip as he was fixated on you tasting him. The taste was salty, as expected, but you wanted more.
You took another swipe on your chest, licking and sucking to torture him further until it was all up; all the while, Jackâs chest was heaving from cumming so hard. But what made him overstimulated was when you leaned up to kiss and then suck the tip. His hand moved to grab your hair, him biting his lip so hard he could draw blood. You werenât sure how far you could take it before you needed to stop, but Jack didnât seem to mind when you took more of him in your mouth, the stretching tugging at your lips, but you paid no mind.
âF-Fuck, baby. You feel incredible everywhere.â His tone wavered from confident and dominant to inching closer to whimpering, and you had him right where you wanted him. It pushed you to take more, testing your limits given his fortunate size. But when your hands reached his balls, playing with them as you deepthroated him, there was no going back. Jackâs grip on your hair tightened, and he thrusted into your mouth as he was sure you could take him.
âSuch a pretty slut on your knees for me.â Jack looked down to see you, smiling at how pretty you looked. You knew he was close when he began to tense up, prompting you to suck faster and swirl your tongue when you could, humming and making him twitch in your mouth. Jack couldnât take it anymore, spilling down your throat and holding you there to take it. More ropes of cum painted your throat, and when Jack finally let go of your head and pulled out of your mouth, you swallowed it while looking at him.Â
âYou want to put me in an early grave I suppose?â He jokingly asked.
âMaybe. But I want to wait before I do that.â You answered as Jack got back on his feet. You tried to do the same, but you wobbled, earning a laugh from him.
âSeems like itâll be a while before you can do that.â He teased as he put his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he guided you off the floor so you could get dressed.
âI think you need my towel considering what I did to your breasts.â Jack wiped you down gently to ensure you were clean, and when he saw a dribble on your bottom lip, he kissed it off you. You wanted more, but he pulled away, finding his clothes to put them back on.
âWell I didnât get my routine in but I think you helped me for tomorrow.â You put on your clothes slowly, trying to keep your balance.
âI think this was better than any stretching routine you had in mind.âÂ
âYeah, but now my legs are jelly.â You told him as you struggled to get your pants on. Jack was halfway dressed when he helped you, getting you dressed in record time before you heard the knock on the door.
âItâs time already?â Jack asked.
âYeah. I better get out of here before I hear Bourbonâs god awful playlist.âÂ
âItâs not that bad.âÂ
You shot a look at him. âIt is definitely that bad. Thereâs a reason why they donât allow him to play his music at the Christmas party.â
âPoint taken.âÂ
You both grabbed your things and walked out, but Jack grabbed your hand and didnât look back at the men who were whistling. Ginger Ale was walking down the hall when she saw you both, and the smile on her face was indeed causing trouble.
âDone playing hard to get?â Ginger asked you.
âI was not.â You answered and acted as though you were offended.
âYou were, but itâs okay.â Jack interjected.
You turned your head to look at him. âYeah? Whyâs that?âÂ
âBecause I got you and thatâs all I wanted.â
Summary: Carrillo and Peña work closely with you during the takedown of Escobar. With tension rising between you three and you inviting them in to your apartment, a drink turns into everything you fantasized about and more.
A/N: Ha, remember when I posted this accidentally? Welp, that's what happens when you don't check your queue for a few months LMAO. But at last, it's here after many months of writing this on and off since this was a new challenge for me as I've never written a threesome before. I'm 90% sure this is right because I'm running off of low sleep and I will come back to edit this if I need to but I hope you enjoy! As always, drink water and stay beautiful đ
Pairing: Javier Peña and Horacio Carrillo x !f reader (I believe that's how you do it pls correct me if I'm wrong)
Warnings: (A list whew and I was even thinking about dp but another time) Light spanking, hair pulling, cunt spanking, f and m receiving oral, p in v penetration (don't be silly wrap it up like candy) cumshot on stomach, cumshot on tongue. I think that's it but I will add more if I need to :)
Tagged: @squidlywiddly87 (uh now you can read this LMAO but I hope you enjoy!)
Word count: 7.7k (I promise this was supposed to be shorter)
âCare to come up for a drink?â An innocent question led to a night that was unforgettable if it could be put into words. It sparked something that the three of you were oblivious to. There was tension between the three of you, a sexual tension to be exact, but it was unspoken due to work. Murphy would make note of it, seeing how Carrillo and Peña would look at you when it was ridiculously hot out, you having to strip off a layer or two to keep yourself cool. Your shirt would cling to your body due to the sweat, outline your breasts more than the shirt would do when you werenât sweating.
He would also make note of how you would take notice of how their shirts would cling to their muscles, seeing how sculpted their bodies were. Carrilloâs arms wereâŠintimidating for some people. But for you, they were what led to a pool of arousal to form in your underwear. Those pants that Javi would wear, that would shape the lower half of his body, mainly his butt, well, you always wondered what it looked like without his clothes on. The three of you thought that you were discreet about the lust that you had for each other, but Steve always took note of it, just to see the annoyed expressions on either one of your faces.
Was he wrong? Not exactly. It was obvious that there was something between the three of you, a carnal desire that was mistaken for something so little, almost nothing in your lives. Sure, there was flirting exchanged from the three of you. One-liners coming from both Carrillo and Peña that would leave you blushing. You playing with their stuff like taking Peñaâs aviators or taking Carrilloâs walkie talkie, forcing them to chase after you and grab you, making you all feel slightly aroused by the close proximity that you all shared. It was friendly on the surface, but it was bordering a line of no return. You all were determined to keep it as nothing more, nothing less.
But the lines were getting closer to being blurred by touching each other. It was more frequent, and it was getting harder to never let it drift down to where it was actually needed. You longed for a touch on the arm to go to them grabbing your breasts, just like they longed for you to go to palming them in their pants. And maybe it had to go further with them going under your shirt, getting a chance to let their rough, calloused hands touch your soft skin. Maybe it was necessary for you to reach down, going to their underwear to feel the thin material only making their erections more prominent. Maybe it was necessary to just strip everything off, to act on impulse and do what felt right in that moment. After all, protocol could be broken in desperate measures.
Needless to say, it wasnât hard to let your mind go down a road of endless possibilities of having just one of them take you, perhaps letting both of them take you. Late nights alone in your apartment could be filled with you moaning their names, one hand down your cotton shorts and the other palming your breast, letting profanities slip out as you drew yourself closer to an orgasm. You thought of having one fucking you senseless and the other fucking your face, neither one of them taking any action in slowing down their actions. How they could edge you closer to an orgasm, but deny it in the last second, seeing you whine at the loss of their touch that was a drug to you. You thought of how they would love to see you beg for more, to fuck you harder, to let you cum, to make you forget the dayâs events until you were seeing white.
You just wished that they would take you one day so that you wouldnât have to wonder how big they actually were in those pants that would occasionally outline their cocks. The image of them right before you, their cocks painfully hard and waiting to fill your mouth up and reach the back of your throat. To feel those soft, delicate hands of yours wrap around it, pumping it slowly and making eye contact with them as you did it, batting those eyelashes at them before taking them in your mouth again was what brought you on the brink of an orgasm. The image of them waiting to take you so they could ruin everything about you, leave you with your makeup running down your face and a hoarse voice from all the screaming of their names would be imprinted in your brain.
And in their respective homes your name could be escaping their lips, their hand down their boxers, pumping slowly and letting a finger circle around the tip, wishing it was your tongue on their cock. They wanted to look down to see that mouth of yours stretched wide open, trying to fit their cock in your mouth so it could reach new depths. They wanted to thrust into your mouth, grab your hair so they could take control while you took it all like the good girl that you were. They wanted to hear and feel you gag on their cocks, making them grunt and whisper sweet nothings to you about how you were doing a good job of taking them with no complaints.
Sweat would be dripping down their face as they thought of taking you in the office after seeing you in a tight blouse and equally tight pants, just wanting to rip the blouse open and hear the buttons fall on the floor as they took a breast out of your bra to suck on them, hearing soft moans come out one by one from you before they just took you on the fucking desk. Out in the open to relieve some stress and try to see who could make the other cum first before going home to finish the activities. Or even after a night of going out and going back to each otherâs homes like this one, maybe acting on impulse to kiss you instead of watching you walk in, seeing the way your pants cuffed your ass the way they would cuff it with their hands.
The fantasy was alive in your minds, but you guys wouldnât act on it. Escobar was what mattered, not having Pena and Carrillo strip you naked and take you until you just couldnât take it anymore, your sensitivity making it impossible to take it from either one of them. Them fucking you until your juices are just coating their fucking cocks, screaming so fucking loud that the cars that drive by are barely audible. Them getting off on seeing you in a state of euphoria, the high of cumming multiple times would have you see white as your eyes rolled back. But Escobar was the top priority, and impulsive decisions were never good. They were unnecessary risks that led to consequences that the faint hearted couldnât handle.
âOne drink wonât hurt, right?â Peña looked at you, and then Carrillo. Carrillo was hesitant, not knowing what one drink would do. One drink was the fatality of all morally right decisions. It could be the drink that led to answers of questions that a sober person would normally omit. It could be a detriment to a friendship, a relationship even. It could change the dynamics of how you would all look at each other, knowing how you all were in a different environment without the looming pressure of catching Escobar on your minds. To let all the stress, whether it would be mental, emotional, or physical just escape for once. That was what one drink could do, but was it worth it?
âJust say yes. Thatâs all you gotta do.â You bit your lip as you said it, your fingers twirling your keys as you waited for his answer. Were you trying to entice Carrillo by biting your lip? Yes, but what would a little lip bite do to someone? It wouldnât hurt anyone. What would hurt would be how they would take you objectively, just as you imagined they would. A pain that would be worth feeling as it drew you closer to climaxing and fulfilling a fantasy that was created in the depths of your mind the moment you transferred down to Columbia and laid your eyes on the two of them.
âYes,â With the way that he said it, it was almost as if he was trying to familiarize himself with that word. After all, it was used in a context of agreeing to go upstairs to a womanâs apartment that heâs been waiting to fuck for as long as he could remember. A smile tugged at your lips from his response and you went to open the door, feeling both of their eyes on your ass. You decided to make it interesting for you by dropping your keys, bending down to reach them, putting your ass out on the forefront for them to look at and long to touch, as were you longing to have them touch you in the most intimate of places.
You finally opened the door, turning on the light and placing your keys on the table, moving out of the way so they could walk in. You took notice of their outfits, Carrillo in that dark green outfit that was a tad bit too tight around his arms, highlighting how strong he was on top. You looked over to Pena, seeing that his shirt was unbuttoned, sweating near his neck which only made it harder to ignore how his neck was a turn on for you. It was just so strong, and it only looked hotter when he was angry. The way his neck would be flexed, the tension reminding you of how his arms would be flexed when he would be man-handling a suspect. You forced yourself to peel your eyes away from them and walked over to the kitchen, going to the refrigerator. Knowing that beer was the âsaferâ option for three of you, you pulled out three bottles, feeling that wine would be a bit too formal for a night like this.
You handed them the beer after opening it up for them, letting your fingers brush past theirs. You wondered how they would feel on the rest of your body, caressing it or making it a point to feel pain that was more so pleasure for you. You walked back over to the kitchen to get your beer, taking a small sip, letting the alcohol enter your body after a day of no success in catching Escobar. It was disappointing, to say the least. You guys were putting your lives on the line, with no avail. Escobar was always two, three, maybe even four steps ahead of you guys and there was no one to turn to except each other.
The police? Not a chance with the way they were all on a payroll for Escobar and every other drug lord that could pay them off. The Columbian Government? They were just as bad as the police, maybe even worse as they were the ones setting the example for the police to follow. Your government? They were no help to you guys as their actions were the complete opposite of what they said they were doing on television. All they wanted was to ensure that they could get some money out of this and to have the chance to play captain on a boat that was sinking. The president could lie all he wanted to on television, to say that they were making progress in something that was only going to go down in flames in the end. But the fact of the matter was you were the ones that were out there that could see the lies. The government only wanted the glory of saying that they helped with the war on drugs, if you could even it call it that.
Were you guys perfect? No, not in the slightest bit. You got your hands dirty in the line of war, even when you wanted to stay dry for just one day. Blood covered your hands no matter how hard you scrubbed it off. It was still there, in memory. No number of promotions, awards, or congratulations from those that knew or didnât know the situation at hand could make you guys feel relieved in what it was that you guys did every single day. It changed you guys, whether you believed it or not. You were not the same as you guys were before the wild goose chase of finding and capturing Escobar was set into motion. You saw things you wished to forget, did things that haunted your dreams, and wondered if everything that you guys were doing was for a noble cause.
In theory it was, saving the people from drugs that destroyed families, homes, and could bring down anyone that was against it. But in reality? It was just politics, something that you hated for as long as you could remember. Politics that only worked in your favor when it was something that could suit the ones in power. It was bullshit, but so was everything about this war on drugs and capturing Escobar. You needed a break from the bullshit that surrounded your life as a person trying to capture someone so far out, and so did they.
So, one drink was what brought things to a haze of some sorts, to where you said things that you would normally keep to yourself. You made a few flirtatious comments, letting the alcohol do the talking that you wouldnât dare say with a sober mind. You guys all went over to your couch, and you were in between the two of them, Peña to your left and Carrillo to your right. The tv was on, playing a black-and-white Columbian movie that none of you guys were paying attention to.
Your beers were slowly dwindling away with each sip and the conversation started to take a turn from light to heavy. You felt yourself relax a tad bit, seeing them relax too and look more alive. You got another drink for the three of you, and the more the alcohol entered your bodies, the closer you got to making rash decisions. You would touch them in places that you only thought of when you would touch yourself, needing a release of some sort without taking it too far. Maybe the lack of eating made it easier to have the alcohol take over quickly, or maybe you were just done waiting for something that needed to happen. They did the same but were more subtle as they wanted to tread carefully, not wanting to blur the lines of friendship over a misunderstanding.
By the fifth round, it was decided that they would crash at your place for the night, seeing as though they couldnât even call a cab for themselves without slurring their words. You felt yourself become wet at the thought of them staying over, knowing that they would only be in the next room over instead of being a drive away. You werenât sure if your drunk self could keep your fantasies hidden away with that in mind, and they werenât sure if they could last knowing that you were in the other room, in skimpy clothing that barely kept you cool with how hot it was down in Colombia.
Suddenly there was less space between the three of you, your arms brushing against one another and they leaned in closer to you, to where you could smell the hints of cologne that sent you on a frenzy. Maybe sometime in between they both made the accusation that you moaned when you got a whiff of their scent, but you only laughed, knowing that they had no clue as to how you really moaned when you were being pleasured. You playfully hit them, letting your touch linger a bit longer than it shouldâve. You felt the goosebumps rise on their skin with your touch. The hair on their necks would stand tall as you leaned on either one of their shoulders, and you could feel goosebumps on your skin rise as they would casually place a hand on your thighs, to just grab something that was across from them. Their hands were strong and were interesting to look at, seeing that they held stories that you didnât know about.
Their eyes would be a tell-tale sign that they had seen the horrors of trying to dismantle a drug cartel. But their hands were the proof of them trying to make a difference. They would move your hair out of your face, taking their time in studying your features. You were all treading on uncharted territory that was dangerous, but danger was what was needed in life. Danger was the fire that would keep you alive. To burn brighter and higher as you took chance after chance to live a life that was only shown in the movies.
Deciding to stop drinking after the fifth round, you got up, placing both of your hands on one of their thighs to balance yourself. You could feel them tense up from your hands gripping their thighs, but they didnât say anything about it. You took their beers as they were done, and you brought them over to the kitchen to throw them out. You were getting ready to get some water when you heard them whispering. You couldnât make out what they were saying but you figured it was nothing serious. Suddenly, they got up and went into the kitchen. You turned around and saw them eyeing you, making you feel hot. Their stare made you question whether or not you could last until you went to bed. You went to go to another part of the kitchen, but they got closer to you. You took a sip of your water, needing something to cool you off as you felt hotter with them being so close to you.
As you went to turn, Horacio came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and dipping his head to bring it closer to your neck, his breath fanning it. Javier was in the front, looking down as he took his fingers and brought them to your chin, lifting it up ever so softly. You stared into those deep but gentle eyes where his irises had bloomed from the arousal that was building from the time he walked into your apartment.
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you bit your lip, seeing that had a reaction on Peña as he let out a slight groan at the sight of your teasing. Horacio let his hands drift down to get closer to your clothed core, something that you longed for. While Horacio went south, Javier ventured away from the northern area and went to grab your breasts, lightly squeezing them. It felt so fucking good to be touched after such a long time of being denied of that desire.
âBonita, donât fight it. Let go.â Javier could sense that you were trying to hold back, not wanting to give in just yet. Horacio hummed in agreement as he continued to kiss your neck, wanting to make it easier on their end to get you to stop holding back. You let out a soft moan, barely audible once Javi got to your shirt, opening the buttons and letting his fingers touch your breasts. Horacio let his hands unbutton your pants, not needing to see what he was doing. Perhaps he had a lot of experience like his partner did.
âJust say yes. Thatâs all you gotta do.â Horacio mimicked your words from earlier as he let his hand go into your underwear, feeling how your arousal has been building for the both of them. Javier unbuttoned your shirt entirely, letting your lacy blue bra be exposed. You knew that you couldnât fight it anymore. You managed to catch your breath and open your eyes, still seeing Javiâs eyes transfixed on to you, waiting for your answer.
âYes,â You breathed out, feeling Horacioâs fingers go down where they needed to be at. Javi wasted no time in capturing your lips, and you moaned in his mouth as his lips were the perfect blend of beer and cigarettes and Horacio had gotten down to putting his fingers in between your lips, gathering your slick to then rub your clit.
âHow long have you been like this for? Were you just going to go in your room and get yourself off without a little help?â Horacio whispered in the shell of your ear, rubbing nice and slow, making your hips roll with him. You continued to kiss Javi but Horacioâs words made your face burn with heat, moaning slightly in the otherâs mouth as Javi touched you all over.
âLetâs take this to the bedroom,â Javi said in between kisses. You all separated but it wasnât until Horacio carried you bridal style to the room where it finally hit you that this was happening. This was not a fantasy no longer. No, the two men that you were torn between choosing wanted you just as much as you wanted them. If that was not enough to send you over the moon, the way you were placed on the bed and both of them staring down at you, waiting to ravish you was the straw that broke the camelâs back.
âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â Javi turned to Carrillo, and the grins they both shared before moving over to you made your stomach drop. Before you knew it, your clothes were being discarded, shirt thrown to the side, your bra unclasped, pants shimmying down with your panties and you were helping them without a second thought, now with you completely naked and them still fully clothed.
âLetâs see how pent up you are,â Carrillo murmured, him trailing up to you to kiss you and Javi traveling down to your exposed sex, his fingers drumming in between your thighs to get them open.
âOpen up for me, cielo.â Javi commanded as you were slowly getting lost in Carrilloâs kiss, his much rougher and hasty than Javiâs. You opened up and soon you felt that fluffy hair nuzzling between your thighs before he used his plump lips to suck on your clit. You moaned into Carrilloâs mouth as his hand traveled to your breasts to pinch and tease your raised nipples, the added sensation making you lose focus. You were biting Carrilloâs lip here and there as your hand was moving down to his pants, rubbing his prominent bulge that you were pleasantly surprised about. Before you could do much more, he moved his hands away to undo his belt, pulling down his pants in one swift move after.
Immediately you were clawing at Horacioâs shirt, trying to get the buttons undone so you could feel him, pull him closer to you so that when your peak reached you could fall apart with him all over you. He laughed in between feverish kisses over your neediness, pulling off his shirt too as he pulled away from you, your mouth falling agape as you realized that everything you thought about him was right and then some.
âHow does she taste?â Horacio asked as he was stroking himself in his briefs.
âLike heaven,â Javi pulled his head up to speak and dove right back down without a second thought, making you whine more. Horacio captured your lips once more as he was moving his hand between both of your breasts, nipples become overly sensitive from it all. You didnât know what to focus on more, but with the way Javi sucked on your clit and licked with the perfect balance, not letting up as if it was his last meal unlocked something in you. There was no guy that was more enthusiastic about eating you out the away Javi was. He put his all into it, occasionally licking from bottom to top, top to bottom to get every drop in your slit, giving you a minute to catch your breath before he went back to your bundle of nerves which made you arch your back. But when the deft fingers that you always found yourself getting lost into looking at slipped into your sex, the band of control snapped.
You moved your hand back down to tease Horacio, slipping your hand under the waistband of his briefs to touch him, semi hard already which put a smile on your face. But that smile soon went away as you felt Javi curling his fingers as he pushed them in and out, lightly grazing your spot as he sucked on your clit a little faster, matching the same pace as when he pushed in. You were a mess, sweat beading down your body, hands trying to find someone to grip to hold yourself together, and you were willing to lose yourself because of their ministrations for a lifetime. And so you did, the way Carrilloâs tongue slipped into your mouth, the twist of your nipple, the curl of Javiâs fingers, the way your bundle of nerves were sent over the edge, you were a goner. Blinding pleasure took up your body, mind, and soul as you stilled in stroking Carrilloâs cock and your legs tightened around Javiâs head. But neither of them stopped working you through it, only continuing and slowing little by little until you were done. With that, they moved away from and marveled at how you looked, the smirks on their face making you want more.
âYou sure youâre ready for more?â Javi cooed, and you frantically nodded your head as you got up. Horacio was only in his briefs but Javi was still clothed, making you pout. He realized what you wanted so he undressed so he did as you moved to the edge of your bed. Horacio decided it would be more fun if he kissed your neck while you watched, and the show was more than you expected. You knew that Javiâs golden skin was meant to be worshipped, but to see him half naked as his white shirt was pulled off, undoing his belt as he took off his pants, briefs coming down with them as his cock hard, precum leaking when you didnât even get the chance to touch him as much as you wanted to.
âSomeone likes what they see,â Carrillo whispered in your ear, making chills run through you. He came back around and you realized he took off his briefs as well, leaving them naked right in front of you. Without much thought, you got on your knees, getting close to them. If this was how they were now, you wondered how they kept it together being around you so much. You took both of them in your hands, pumping slowly and looking up at them, seeing Javi gripping the bed and Carrillo trying to hold it together by biting his lip, blood threating to seep out if he bit down any harder.
âWho should I start with?â You batted your eyelashes at them, looking down at their cocks and seeing the precum leaking out over your finger.
âDo what feels right,â Javi encouraged, so you took his, still pumping Carrillo with a little more speed and kitten licking the tip to catch the precum, the salty taste making you smirk. You began to suck the tip, looking up at him with the innocent eyes you always teased him with, you both knowing that there was just a glint hidden in between your stare that meant something else, something beyond professionalism. Seeing that he was straining himself to not thread his other hand in your hair, you went ahead and began to take him all, no more teasing after dreaming of this for so long.
âThatâs it, take it all,â Javi praised, grip on the bed getting tighter, his knuckles turning snow white. You flattened your tongue and began to take more of him with ease, and the guttural groans escaping his mouth you were in pure ecstasy. You kept bobbing your head, matching the pace of stroking Carrilloâs cock, your fingers swiping over his tip or you gagging on Javiâs cock. You didnât care about how used you were for the moment, just that your biggest fantasy was coming true.
âGo please him now, pretty girl.â Javi pulled you off of his cock, and you shifted over to Carrillo, wetness dripping to your thighs with the way he looked at you. Instantly, he wrapped his hand around your hair and spat on his cock, getting it nice and ready before you were beginning to take him in your mouth, the stark contrast between the two driving you insane as you loved the gentle nature of Javi but Horacioâs roughness was just enough to make you want more.
âThatâs it, let me fuck that pretty face,â He was thrusting into your mouth and you were taking it, Javi deciding to move your hand away to stroke himself and watch you in the act. You could feel yourself gagging here and there, his sheer size making your work overtime to take him, but when he would hold your head in place to fuck your mouth, you couldnât help but moan. When you slapped his thigh to let you up, he did, bending down to kiss you afterwards.
âI knew with how much you talk I could put that mouth to good use,â He whispered in your ear as they both help you back up to your feet. Your jaw was a little sore, but it made you excited as you wondered what the stretch would be for you where you needed them most. Hell, if you knew this was going to happen you wouldâve trained your other hole to take them both at the same time, feeling them both thrust in and out, the fullness that you craved from them finally being achieved. You pictured laying on Javiâs soft body, back flushed against his chest, his cock halfway in your hole, and Carrillo holding your legs up as he pushed in and out, the stretch making you cry from so much overstimulation as you would rub your clit to match his thrusts. You needed that to happen if this would happen again between you three, but you settled for laying back down on the bed and Carrillo and Javi joining you.
âWho do you want to go first?â Javi asked, hand rubbing in between your legs.
âDepends on what position you both want me in.â
âI want to see you. All of you,â Javi moved his hand down further, index finger swiping over your clit to make you buck your hips. âAnd considering how much this one looks at your ass, I think heâll want you from the back. Am I wrong?â You both looked at him, and the amused smile confirmed it all.
âHeâs right. Now choose cariño.â
âI want Javi to go first.â
âSay no more, bonita.â He kissed your cheek and moved down, putting his hand sin between your legs to open you up. Carrillo got up and started to stroke himself right above your mouth.
âIâm happy I get to use your pretty mouth once more,â You were smiling as he looked down at you, the way the moon was highlight the sharpness of his body, trailing its way up from his stomach to his chest, to the strong neck that you could see yourself leaving marks on. Your eyes shot back down to his cock however, still glistening and the tip leaking more with precum. You sat up and he tapped his cock against your lips, making you take him in your mouth to stop the teasing. You moved your head as best as you could but when he took control and fucked your mouth again, his cock hitting your throat repeatedly, you were moaning as you enjoyed how he used you, and how you could feel Javi gathering up slick from between your lips to smear on his cock.
âSuch a good slut for him,â He murmured as he climbed on top of you and was rubbing the tip of his cock in between your folds, tip hitting your clit especially and rubbing around to make you jump. He pushed in without warning, the stretch making you moan loudly and Carrillo stilling inside your mouth. Your walls fluttered around him as he pushed in more, nice and slow to feel you, take his time with you. You could see from your peripheral the way he was biting his lip, holding it together as he softly sweared under his breath.
âSo fucking wet, all for us,â He bent down to whisper it in your ear, making you clench more around his cock. He rutted inside of you, making sure every ridge and curve would be felt. It was a slower pace, but you figured he was slow as you were a little preoccupied with how Carrillo was still using you until he pulled you off, letting you rest your head back down on the bed.
âI want to watch. Give me a show,â Carrillo kissed your forehead and moved off to the side, leaving you to focus completely on Javi. He thrusted with more consistency, skin slapping as you could feel the curve brushing against your walls. You clawed at his back, trying to hold it together as you didnât think in a million years that he would feel this good in just a few thrusts.
âJavi, fuck, you feel so good,â You were whining more, legs wrapping around him.
âThatâs it baby, let it all out.â He cooed in your ear as he went a little faster, the speed finally giving you what you needed. It was as though you two were rocking a little, both wanting the other to pull out but the fullness you had and how your velvety walls clung around his size made it impossible to want to pull out fully. All you knew was that in this moment, you would go into any position for them just so that you could feel both of them fill you up in different angles. Tips pressing up near your spot, the stretch, the way your walls would cling to them out of desperation, everything you could want was happening as you moaned while sucking Carrilloâs cock and Javi was realizing how no matter how much he would tighten his hand it never matched to how you felt.
Javiâs hand snuck down in between you and the flick of his finger on your clit made you jolt, a sharp moan coming out of you and going right to Carrillo as he thrusted into your mouth a little more. Toying with you, he would match his thrusts and slap your clit a little making you whimper before rubbing it to soothe you. Before you could pull him out of your mouth to say anything, you came with a force so heavy it blinded you, the moan coming from deep inside you that vibrated through Carrillo as you moaned. Javi rode you through it while Carrillo continued to use you.
âYou loved being used like this donât you? A little slut for the two of us.â You hummed in agreement which made Carrillo buck his hips into your mouth more.
âDo that again and I might have to fuck your pretty face again,â Carrillo half warned, half made a promise on it. You contemplated on it, but the idea of testing your luck with the man that scared and also turned you on got the best of you. So you did, and the way he took hold of your hair and thrusted relentlessly made you tighten around Javiâs cock.
âKeep tightening around me, hermosa,â The strain in his voice, knowing that he was fucking into you harder, faster, all too consuming while you were testing the limits with your throat, jaw-slacked and looking up at him with the doe eyes that both of them loved once you regained control of yourself. How you managed to breathe through your nose and take it even when he barely pulled out of your mouth to let you breathe was beyond your understanding, but to have both of them was worth it.
âGonna make him cum, little one?â You hummed in response as Javiâs death grip on your hips loosened and you unwrapped your legs, him pulling out and painting a nice cum shot on your stomach, thick ropes of cum that made you tighten around nothing. He was out of breath, perspiration lining his skin, biting his lip even. He squeezed the tip more to get some more out, and Carrillo pulled out of your mouth. You brought your hand down to get some on your fingers, swiping it up and tasting it. You could see Javi shutter and Carrillo transfixed by the way you lapped it up with each venture down to your stomach and back to your mouth.
âCleaning up your mess like I knew you would,â Javi moved down to kiss the top of your head as you tasted the last bit of it, enjoying the saltiness of it all. âBut how are you feeling?â
âI feel fine. Little tired but I can go on.â You were still catching your breath but the haze that was clouding your mind made you want to go on for more.
âYou sure? I donât want to push you.â Carrillo, surprisingly soft, pushed your hair back.
âIf I canât go anymore, Iâll stop.â You smiled at him and he held back a groan. How could you look so pretty below him?
âYou think you can take me?â He countered, and the thought of being stretched out further excited you more than it shouldâve. Oh, how did you last this long without having them?
âDoesnât hurt to try now does it?â The glint in your eyes stoked the fire inside of him that he thought was already burning red hot the moment he entered your apartment.
âThatâs a good girl. Turn around for me.â You turned around and got on all fours, facing your mirror and the window which let the moonlight shine on all three of you. He got behind you, hands settled right near your love handles and pulled you towards him, just when you could feel the curve of his dick pressed against your slit, rubbing right in between.
âLook at you coating my fucking dick, baby,â Slapping your ass, you jolted as he pressed the tip near your hole. âAnd now I get to feel you.â And he pushed in a little roughly, the stretch almost unbearable as you didnât think you could take either one of them. But you did, the slow yet strong pumps to test you out was eliciting the wanton moans that could be heard out the window. Javi reached down to you and kissed your temple, tilting your head so you could look at him.
âSuch a good girl. Donât stop, bonita.â He pushed the stray hairs out of your face as you took the slow increase in speed from Carrillo, the tip brushing your walls with each thrust. Javi grabbed one of your breasts and teased your nipple, pinching lightly. You bit your lip as the pain and pleasure mixed together, building with each second that passed. You couldnât see much but both Javi and Carrillo were looking in the mirror, watching you with intensity. Although Javi was through, he felt a jolt go through him as he helped you get off. Carrillo took glances at your ass and your reflection in the mirror, getting harder at the site of you arched down, taking it him whole.
âAy, ella se siente increĂble,â Carrillo threw his head back a little as you started to meet him halfway, your breath hard to catch as you were beginning to get overstimulated. Javi met you down to your face and kissed your temple, mumbling sweet nothings in Spanish that if you could translate you would probably flutter around Carrillo.
âBaby, take a look at yourself in the mirror.â He whispered as his hand moved from your breasts up to your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair. His grip on your hair as he lifted your head up to look in the mirror made you whine, but your walls only tightened when you saw all three of you in the mirror. Javiâs face so close to yours, lips grazing your temple, you bent over in obscene ways, Carrillo taking you where you could see the way his arms were flexed based on the grip he had on your hips. You watched as he fucked you harder, seeing that he was looking down at how he was going in and out of you. You reveled in how soft Javiâs lips were against your skin, how he worshipped you and Carrillo took you in ways you never would speak about in broad daylight. Javi pulled away to move up and face Carrillo.
âDoesnât she look so pretty like this?â
âShe does. Shouldâve done this sooner,â Carrillo was throwing his head back as you were beginning to meet his thrusts to get ever inch. Your third orgasm of the night was gaining traction and you were beginning to move a hand down to rub your sensitive clit but Javi stopped you, swatting your hand away and moving his other hand there.
âYouâll cum on our command. Got it?â Javi was looking at you through the mirror. You nodded but then you felt Carrillo and Javi stop. âUse your words.â They were both staring at you and you tried to gasp for some air to speak properly.
âYes. Iâll cum on your command, I promise.â You darted your eyes between the two and they resumed, much to your pleasure. Deft fingers toying with your sensitive clit, curved and thick cock exploring your walls, and you were in your world of desire that seemed to be taking new heights the more you continued this. But now, with your climax getting closer and closer to blooming, you were beginning to feel your body shake.
âNot yet. Hold it.â Carrillo stayed steady with his thrusts and the tight circles that Javi was rubbing was making you grip the sheets.
âPlease! Please, please let me cum!â You were begging, so close to the thread snapping and you cumming undone. You saw that the two of them looked at each other and nodded.
âCum.â That was all that you needed to hear before you cried out, collapsing your upper half but the lower half being held up by Carrillo as he fucked you through your orgasm and Javi slowed his circles. You soon heard the grunts and felt the slow and sloppy thrusts coming as Carrillo pulled out and Javi moved away. You turned around to face him, on your knees in the bed looking up at him with your mouth open. He came with a grunt, the cum landing right on your tongue and a little on your lip. You swallowed it all and cleaned up, giving him a smile and it made more shot out on his hand. You took his hand and licked it up too, winking at him.
âSo proud of you, princesa.â He grabbed your jaw gently and kissed your forehead. You were a mess, albeit a happy mess as you were trying to catch your breath with all the pleasure washing over you. Soon it slowed, Javiâs hand moving away to rub your back and Carrillo helping you lay down. Javi gave you one of the pillows as you lifted your head up to lay on it as Carrillo got up to go to the bathroom. Javi laid next to you and caressed your face, making you blush.
âAre you feeling okay?â
âI am. I donât know how Iâm going to get to work tomorrow though,â You joke, knowing that your legs were jelly at this point.
âWeâll drive you, but you better be walking since we canât carry you around all day.â He kissed your forehead right when Carrillo came back with the towels from your bathroom. Javi took his towel and Carrillo tossed his to the side, tending to you. He got on the bed and was on top of you, wiping you off as you hummed in relief. Javi finished wiping himself off just as Carrillo got done with you. Still unable to move you were amused when Carrillo tossed your legs a little to get the sheet from underneath them. He then draped it over your lower body and then wiped himself off. Javi got under the sheet with you as Carrillo tossed the three towels in your hamper haphazardly.
âSomeoneâs gotta do their laundry now,â Carrillo teased.
âIâll get to it eventually. Gotta find the feeling in my legs again to move.â Both laughed at your new state, used to you running around and now you were bed ridden for the night.
âBy the morning youâll be fine. But sleep.â Carrillo was getting ready to get dressed again as well as Javi, but you got up.
âCan you both stay with me?â You shifted your eyes between them, the little pleading as you moved to the middle of your bed igniting something in them.
They obliged after some thought, you in the middle with Carrillo on your back and Javi near your front. Carrilloâs hand rested on your ass and Javiâs was right near your shoulder. A little awkward, but both of them were softly snoring within minutes with all the energy you took out of them. Maybe you would end up not talking about it until the time came round again or even in passing, but for now you let the calm call of sleep lull you away.