I must request your advice. Hypothetically, If you could get stepbrother Javi to say anything to you as he hypothetically took your virginity… what would it be? Please let me know in the comments!!!
The fic is almost finished and should be here soon!! Thank you very much for your patience and for all the enthusiasm!!!
Tagging some stepbrother!Javi truthers and moots but feel free to ignore!!!
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On my knees vegging for a stepbrother!javi snippet ♡
Ask and you shall receive! Thank you so much for the enthusiasm 😫💗
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“Shhh, baby.” his thumb pressed against your swollen lips, so soft. “You gotta be quiet, yeah?” he craned his neck to look up and towards your parent’s bedroom. “Gonna wake up the wicked witch of the west” he laughed out the last part of his sentence, thumb swiping your bottom lip when you joined him. “But Javi…” His hand moved to cup your cheek, and he grimaced at your loud voice.
“Dolly ” mocking your whining he brushed his thumb against your skin. He was so perfect. Your skin tingled with how close he was, his breath fanning your lips every time he whispered, his deep brown eyes so difficult not to get lost in. Maybe if he kissed you he could’ve gotten you to keep quiet.
“That’s what’ll get ya to keep that mouth shut?”
You could have sworn you didn’t say that out loud, your eyes widened in realisation and you burst into a fit of giggles. The deep brown eyes you had been losing yourself in turned affectionate, and crinkled at the corners.
“‘Fraid you did, kiddo.” And there you’d done it again. He didn't let go of your cheeks, still stroking them with his thumbs, only whispering a bit more desperately in the hopes your parents wouldn't wake up thanks to the commotion. “Well then, I promise I will, but first we got to get past the grouches, remember?”
Your eyes lit up and you placed your hands on his chest to get a better look up at him. The pout on your lips deepened and you curled your fingers around the collar of his jacket to shake him lightly. “Such a party pooper. Javi! You're a party pooper.” At least you tried to feebly jostle him around. It only made him snicker.
It made him grab your hands in his and bring them to his lips. “I know doll, I know” he placed a kiss to your knuckles and leaned his forehead against yours. It was only then you realised how much he had been drinking– his whiskey laced breath fanning your lips and reminding you you weren't the only one who wasn’t sober. “But will you listen to me? Will you keep quiet for me?”
His voice was so soft it made your stomach flip flop, it put you in a dase and feel all floaty in his arms. “For you, Javi?” You tried your best not to slur your speech but boy was it difficult. His eyes softened and he brushed his knuckles across the apple of your cheek. “Yes baby, can you keep it quiet for Javi?”
