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you're pleasure is so important to eddie. his one goal every time you fuck is to give you the most blinding, intense orgasm possible, but once he makes you cum all bets are off. that's when he really lets loose because then he's just chasing his own end. his whole weight comes down against you. crushes you beneath him and it's slick and warm with your combined sweat and his thrusts get wild, earth shatteringly hard. just plowing home in desperate search of release and it's so goddamn overstimulating, his hips slamming little ah ah ah's out of you with every frantic hump

you can practically feel his moans echoing in your skull, hardly dulled by his face buried in the pillows beneath you, his sweat-damp curls tickling at your face

and oh man.. thinking about him just pressing you so deep into the mattress. he's so sweaty. it's hard to keep ahold of him, your fingers scramble, nails biting into his slippery skin in an effort to keep him in your grasp. you can barely breathe, you're still winded from your orgasm and he's laying on top of you, he's panting and whining into your neck, POUNDING into you so so desperately because shit he's close

his thrusts get erratic but simultaneously harder and so much more powerful. his balls are slapping your ass and it's sloppy. it's loud. he's making noises into your ear that have you losing your goddamned Mind

and when he finally cums? it's borderline fucking violent

his moan is practically a shout against the curve of your throat. he slams into you so hard that it pushes you up the mattress a little. it has him gripping your shoulder and hip to keep you in place m, to force your further onto his cock until you're nearly crying at how deep he is and, god, he just KEEPS CUMMING. tightening his arms and rutting into you with these little groans that practically vibrate your skull and-

Falling asleep in bestfriend!Eddie’s bed

You’d spent another Friday night with Eddie, munching on snacks, yapping for hours while he tidied up his room and fiddled with his guitar, before reaching for a movie and setting it up in his bedroom to watch. You’d planned on having your best friend drive you back home shortly after it was over, but when the ending credits started rolling and your eyelids got heavier, you’d barely heard him mumble something until you’d completely succumbed to sleep.

He walks back in with a glass of water, asking you another question and getting no response, when he sees your hands clutched onto one of his pillows, a leg propped up, and breaths so soft- he immediately goes quiet at the sight.

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You lay against a soft mattress, lingering spice on sheets you’d been snugly tucked into, and an arm draped around your back, when you wake up and realize you’re not in your own room.

A light snore beside you shakes you out of your confusion, as you become aware that you’d fallen asleep at Eddie’s. In his bed.

You turn your head to see the man himself with his mouth parted slightly and a cheek pressed to a pillow.

You can’t help yourself, and it seems like a safe bet, so you reach out a gentle hand to push a curl from his eyes, when he stirs at your touch.

Oops.

“Mmnh?” He groans, letting out a yawn as you fight off a smile, when he remembers who’s next to him.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. What’re you doin’?” He grumbles.

“I fell asleep here.”

“Mhm.”

“And you tucked me in.”

“I did.”

A moment passes before you decide to ignore his initial question, when the arm that was resting along your sleeping form moves to pull you in closer, “c’mere.”

You gladly oblige, but can’t hide the nerves that heat your cheeks.

“What’s- what are we doing, Eds?”

“It’s Saturday. We’re sleeping in a little longer.”

“Okay..” you rest your head against his chest, wondering why he’s acting like this is something you do all the time.

“Later on we can go down to the lake or somethin’. Grab a bite? If you want.”

“That sounds nice,” you trail off, honing in on his heartbeat that’s racing underneath his cool demeanor.

“Kay. Get some more sleep, sweetheart.”

And with a sly kiss to your forehead, his breaths slow back down, when you decide to return the favor and peck him underneath his chin, and his heart’s hammering all over again.

“Night, Eds.”

Divider by @strangergraphics

size kink but like domestic…. can’t reach the cabinet and joe pushes you aside gently “here, you’re too little, let me do that” or cuddling with him and doing the whole “omg your hand is SO big” routine 🥺

screaming. kicking. crying. i love the domestic side so so so much

warnings: fem!reader, size kink (not sexual), reader is described as "small, tiny, little" but no description of a body type. lots of fluffy goofy soft joey.

little silly side note; in my head, everything i'm writing that's related to size kink is all about the same couple from that fic so it's 'their story' basically like this is when they first started dating. obviously you don't have to read it like that but just thought i'd let you know incase you wanted to read it the same way :)

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he's been watching you for the past two minutes. leaning against the wall of your kitchen with his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk fighting its way on his lips.

he wasn't being quiet deliberately, you just didn't happen to hear him come in which is extremely unlike you. usually, you could feel when he's close by sensing his mere presence. it also helps that he's almost twice as big as you so it isn't necessarily the hardest thing in the world to hear his footsteps approaching.

but right now you were caught up with something else. something bigger. something more out of your reach than the top of your boyfriend's head.

the goddamn skittles that seem to have magically teleported to the top cabinet in your kitchen.

how it even got there makes no sense to you. you never use the top cabinets since they're too high out of your reach.

another minute of stretching your arms out to their maximum stretch distance while standing on your tallest tip toes, your muscles started to hurt and you were starting to think that maybe the skittles aren't really worth it. maybe.

joseph couldn't help himself. he wanted to intervene, he wanted to help and get them for you but you just looked so adorable to him like that. wearing his shirt which sat like a dress on you, a shirt he didn't even realize you stole until he walked in and saw it on you then he knew that shirt was no longer his, reaching down to your mid thigh. putting your best effort into doing something he could do in an instant, without even rising his arm.

he only stopped admiring you in silence once you heard you huffing, clearly getting irritated and he knew it's time to step in.

he walked up to you and this time you could feel him approach but before you could turn to him, you felt his hand on your hip, gently pushing you aside a little bit so he could get a better look at what have became the snack cabinet since of course, he can see into it. "what do you want darling?" he asked, trying his best not to chuckle at the pout on your lips.

"skittles please." you tell him before huffing again as you watch him effortlessly grab and hand it to you then you take it a little aggressively. "i don't even know how it got up there, i never use the top ones"

joe nods before closing it, turning to you with his lips tucked in in guilt. "that might've been my fault."

"what?"

"when we were putting away the groceries, i didn't know where to put away the snacks and that cabinet was empty so i just assumed that's where they go.." he admits, giving you his best puppy eyes, mentally knocking himself over the head with a stick for not knowing better and silently praying you wouldn't get too mad at him.

"why would i put something out of my own reach?" you ask him, more curious about his though process when he did it to be upset at him.

"i don't know maybe so you could invite me in and ask me to get them for you as a way of.. flirting..?" he says it more like a question, squinting his eyes at you for a second until you do the same at him, "yes, flirting. you do it to flirt with me."

"you're such an idiot." you turn your attention to the skittles in your hand, ripping the bag open and putting one in your mouth to hide your smile from him.

"i'm the idiot who got your skittles because you're too tiny to get them yourself, correct." he fires back and you can't even fake being mad at him anymore because he is right so instead you just do a dramatic sigh and walk out of the kitchen.

"if you're behind me, i don't care i'll start the movie without you"

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two hours passed with you and joe cuddled up on the couch, watching shitty 80's horror movies because they're funnier than most of today's comedy ones.

as the night went on, you begun getting more and more sleepy even though you've napped for three hours earlier today in preparation for your movie night date but something about being in his arms just made you ready to doze off. you're pretty sure there's a scientific reason to why you feel this way whenever you're around him, you've read it before. something about your hormones or maybe his hormones but it had to do something with hormones responding well to each other and releasing some other hormone that stimulate the feeling of safety thus the ability to get vulnerable and what's more vulnerable than feeling asleep next to someone but you could be making all of that up in your hazy brain.

another thing your hazy brain decided to fixate on is his hands. you've noticed them for a while but only now you truly seem them as one of them is resting on your hip while the other is wrapped around your waist, both of them completely covering the space they've occupied.

you shift in his embrace to get both of your hands around his wrist, bringing it closer to your face, inspecting it kind of.

he ditches the television and stares at you as you're gawking at his hand like it's the most interesting thing in the world. he doesn't fail to notice how you had to hold it with both of yours. "anything exciting in there?"

"no it's just.." you pull his hand away from your face and make him open his palm as if he's giving a high five then place your own palm against his, comparing your hands. "oh my god.. your hand is.. enormous." you move your hands to the side so he could see them.

he's noticed it before, long before you did. how could he not? but seeing it now fully pressed against his own really puts in perspective how small you are, seeing how his hand is more than twice as big as yours. hell, it's probably the size of only three of his fingers.

"hmm? i think your hand is just little.." he watches your fingers begin to move into the inside of his palm, exploring it. tracing the lines and going between his fingers, seeing how many you can fit in there and he couldn't help but pull you closer and chuckle, feeling your entire body wrapped around his torso, amplifying his point. "god you're so small"

"no i'm not. it's you! you're just.. big." you tell him and mean it. he is big with his wide shoulders and chest, thick neck and thighs, big arms and enormous hands. bigger than you, so much bigger than you. if it was anyone else, you'd feel scared being around someone like him, fear of being overpowered or overcrowded but that was never you had to worry about with him.

you hated feeling small because most of the time before you only felt it when you were being belittled but not with him. he doesn't make you feel like you're easy to be pushed aside once you're done being used as an arm rest or a second best. he makes you feel small in a way that makes you feel safe enough to start to like it and you're liking it more and more by each second that passes.

he holds your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles before intertwining his fingers with yours. his look so much bigger now that yours are sitting between them like that but they fit with yours. he fits with you.

"yeah? well look at that, we seems like we're a perfect fit."

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May i please request prompt 46 for jace? After their first time maybe and she'd want to do it again :)

hi, love!! im so sorry it took me so long to fulfill your request but it's finally heeere. I did it sliiighty different, but i still hope it is to your liking. thank you for your request and pls enjoy!! ily🤍✨

NON PROOF READ

The eye contact was killing you, your thighs laying on top of his as he brushed his fingertips in your soft skin. Nothing but your thin nightgown was covering your nudity as he hungrily stared at your body. You were nervous; hands shaking, sighing breathlessly as your heart beated faster with anticipation. His brown eyes were digging holes in your skin with that longing they reflected, yearning to finally have a taste of you, and begging for you to nod and give him the green light he so desperately wanted.

Your hands were on top of your mound, holding the piece of fabric in its place so you can be covered and feel less exposed. You knew this was going to be embarrassing for you, having him kiss such a private part of you felt wrong and sinful… and some part of your mind was scolding you for merely considering it.

As his touches reached your hips under the gown, your cheeks felt warm and your mouth agape. Jacaerys smiled softly at you, giving you that feeling of comfort that you needed at that moment.

"I will stop if you don't want it," he whispered, tracing invisible circles on your skin. "Do you want it?"

You bit your lip thinking in your answer as you slowly released the pressure you were putting on the part of the gown that was covering that intimate part of you. Jace smiled softly, expectantly looking for an answer behind your pretty eyes. You wanted to please him, be a good maiden and please your prince; and, as Jace said, you may as well enjoy it as much as him; the only thing you needed to do was to open your legs to him.

So without saying a word, that is what you did. The gown was lifted by innerce, leaving your core exposed to the hungry eyes of the man that was ready to devour you. You closed your eyes as an instinct, not liking the feeling of vulnerability you were experiencing with this. However, you heard a soft moan leaving your lover's lips and that was enough to make you feel a bit more comfortable in your position.

Your body yelped when you felt the pad of his thumb softly rubbing your pearl, it was a teasing touch that almost made your legs shake. It was merely nothing but a taste of what was about to come for you. It felt weird to be touched like this, but it did not feel bad at all either.

Your eyes opened at the exact same moment that he took his thumb inside his mouth and licked it as he groaned. His eyes closed for longer than a second before he decided he could not wait any longer. Jace shifted his position on the bed, now with his head right on top of your heated core. You looked at him as he looked up at you with a grin that made you sigh; so devilishly handsome he was.

He started to kiss your inner thighs, leaving gentle bites and licking the spot afterwards. His fingers started to brush against your folds with the cruel intention to tease you. You forced yourself to bite back a moan that threatened to escape, already getting soaked over small touches.

"You need to promise me," he started, speaking between kisses, "that if you feel uncomfortable, you will make me stop."

You nodded, but that was not enough of an answer for him. He wanted to hear you.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I promise," you breathlessly reply, for he never stopped moving his fingers on you.

Next thing you knew, Jace's nose started to rub against your swollen lips, breathing you in as if he was torturing himself before having the taste of you he craved. You started to get inpatient too, but you were too shy at that moment to even dare to say a word. The only thing you did was to put your right hand on his thick, brown curls, and wait.

"You're so perfect, my love," he whined, almost muttering on the low as he kept teasing you shamelessly. "Thank you for letting me do this. Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

His words were interrupted by his own whimper as he sank himself in you. His tongue did not waste any time and soon was lapping your folds and sloppily moving all over your warmth. Your back immediately arched at the same time your thighs closed around his head and moans left your mouth. Your eyes widened, experiencing this new and pleasuring sensation that was way better that you expected.

Suddenly all the nervousness in your chest was replaced by the lust inside your lower belly which made your mind go blank and only think about him and the immense pleasure he was making you feel. You could feel his tongue wondering all over you, making obscene sounds that only made the heat between your legs grow with each passing second.

It seemed that not only you felt pleasure in these actions, for Jace was desperately gasping and whining as he devoured you like a starving man. He would flick his tongue on your nub to then lick the whole way down until finding your entrance and tease it with it as his nose rubs against your pearl. It was mind-blowing, almost making you desperate for more.

Whenever you would lift your hips as an involuntary movement, he would press them back against the mattress in order to keep you in your place. It still, however, managed to be messy enough thanks to his own despair to taste your release. The man was aching for it, hard and leaking already; the only solution to this, was to start humping the mattress beneath his body as he attended to your necessities first.

Soon you turned into a moaning mess, throwing curses and praises at the air while your hands would pull his hair unconsciously; an action that seemed to have caused something in him, since his moans became slightly louder each time you would tangle your fingers with his dark brown locks, sending vibrations to your core that only multiplied the pleasure you were feeling.

His name was all your lips would say, begging to not stop as you were now close to reach your peak. His slurping noises echoing in the room as his hot breath reached your heated folds and made you shiver, leading you to that sweet moment you both were expecting for so long.

A wave of warmth hit your body as you whined loud enough for the hallway to hear. Your back arched as your eyes clenched closed and your hands tried to push him away from you. Jacaerys, however, kept licking your slick, now collecting your release in his tongue and drinking from it as he let out a loud groan. Your legs were shaking at each side of his head, your breathing trembling as some tears of pleasure fell down the side of your eyes.

Once he felt satisfied, he sat back, staring down at the mess he made out of you and tracing a path with his eyes down to your cunt; his thumb reached for a small touch before he leaned towards you and kissed you slowly but passionately. You were in awe with what had just happened, still feeling numb to think about anything else.

"You taste so delicious, my love," he praised as he started kissing your cheeks, your chin, your neck. "Thank you for letting me do this," he repeated again.

"It- it felt good," you confessed, your voice being unsteady and shivering.

"Did it?" Jace teased, smiling as his lips reached for your ear.

"Yes," you sighed. There was a small pause, where he leaned back a few inches just to see your face with your glistening eyes. He had this infatuated look on his face that made you feel butterflies each time you looked at him. A small smile from him was all you needed to ask, "would you- would you like to do it again?"

Jacaerys smile widened, showing a rose color on his pale cheeks as he softly laughed. He pecked your lips and then he nodded.

"Yes, please…" he replied, excitedly.

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closer to light

Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+. pwp, truly no plot. sleepy spooning sex, thigh riding/grinding, dry humping, handjob, cum play, the tiniest hint of a breeding kink, pet names and fem coded language for reader throughout. Unedited.

Words: 1300~

Summary: Javi can't help waking you up in the middle of the night

He’s been awake for hours. Never sleeps even with you there. His mind thrums with the what, the when, the why only worsened by the silence of night and blanket of darkness.

It’s easier when you’re in his bed; Javi can get lost in those soft long breaths you take as you sleep. His body responding to yours; warmth upon warmth, heart upon heart. The presence of you stirs better feelings in him, the kind that make him wide awake for easier reasons. The twitch of him when you push back in your sleep, ass rubbing against his half hard cock which is waking up even more rapidly than him, even when it’s 3 in the morning.

His lips find their path across your back and to your shoulder before he even realises it, it’s a trail he’s committed to memory by now. Large hands grasping the meat of your hip, keeping you pulled back against him. You’ve said it before ‘take me as you want me, Javi’ but still he lets out a held breath when you stir and murmur, eyes fluttering open as his lips make contact with your neck and nip ever so. He likes you asleep, all sighs and softest breaths, but he loves you on the cusp of awake even more - soft and pliant and so sweetly giving.

“Mm…Javi…” You moan a sweet little sound out, pushing back slowly but more purposefully and his cock stiffens more, aching throb of it rutting gently against your backside now.

“Shh. I’ve got you baby” Javier murmurs as his lips skim your warming skin, delving to that precious place where your shoulder meets your neck. Always makes you shudder when his mustache tickles there and this time is no different even with your eyes still closed, barely out of your dreamworld.

Fuck, your scent as he breathes you in is intoxicating. Makes him forget everything except you, every time. It makes his hard-on throb almost painfully so he’s pushing harder against you. 

“Feel what you do to me, angel? Even when you’re sleeping…prettiest little thing in the world for me” He whispers low in your ear, deep rumble of a voice vibrating down to your core. Oh god, you whimper and tremble as you struggle to piece together the real world and your dreams. Is it your Javier, manhandling your thighs open, slotting his own thick one between them? Or is that your dream Javier, pulsing against you as his fingers trace the front of your underwear? Whichever it is you know even in your state of reverie you’re warm and wet and ready for him, as always, cunt fluttering in anticipation.

His hardness grinds desperately against your ass now, as his fingers delve into your underwear and find you slick. The groan he lets out is sinful, hot breath against your ear making you mewl in want

“Fuck” Javi grunts, planting kiss after kiss across the expanse of your shoulders and upper back, thick finger swiping across your clit to feel it twitching.

“Woke her up, didn’t I baby? Woke that pretty pussy right up”

Your body shivers in pleasure at his words, a rush of heat coiling tight in you as his fingers swirl circles over your sensitive clit. Your lids are heavy with sleep, still recovering from the sudden awakening, but he’s right, the rest of you is wide awake and burning for him.

“Y-yeah” You sob needily, arching your back so your ass is pushed further against him now as he continues to rut.

“Please, Javi. Need you. Need it…” Your whine makes his heart thrum with desire, with love, with want beyond anything. He only sees you, only feels you, only cares about you. 

“Shh, shh, pretty girl” He whispers back, lips and teeth against the shell of your ear still. He uses his big hand to tilt your hips, adjust your position just so, and then he’s flexing his thigh and…oh…a spark lights inside you as he holds you by the hip and encourages you to move them.

“Woke me up, just to tease me” You’re all pouts and sighs, tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Oh, poor thing” Javi laughs softly. His hands guide your hips to keep moving, his dark eyes gazing lovingly up into your still-sleepy ones. The roughness of the fabric of your underwear plus the flexing, muscular expanse of his thigh beneath continually catching your clit makes you gasp softly, and then louder and louder.

“Come on angel, get yourself off on me. You can do it, just for me”

Your mouth hangs open, eyes closed as you focus in on the two simultaneous feelings; his erection still pushing hard against your ass every time you move back, and the grind of your pussy against his leg. You’re a vision to him. A beautiful thing, angel come to rid him of his fears and worries. Fallen, just how he likes it.

“That's it, like that. Good girl” He encourages your every move, sinful and rough voice vibrating against your back as he nips at the back of your neck.

You breathe his name in beautiful sighs, he says yours like worship. The quiet of night interrupted by two people falling apart together, pieces to be picked when the sun rises.

You are the first to tumble, Javi makes sure of that. Your body tenses, a muffled wail into your pillow as he keeps you moving, makes sure you feel him all the way through your orgasm. He mutters filthy praise in your ear, as you soak through your panties, slick wet covering his thigh.

“Fuck, there it is. Perfect” He coos, fingers gripping your jaw to turn your head towards him, see those beautiful eyes look back at him, your fucked-out, tired expression is his favourite thing in the world right now. The only thing in the world.

“Mm” You sigh in to his mouth as his kisses you, taking your hand in his at the same time and bringing it down to his cock. So hard for you. Impossible not to want you, every moment you’re in his life. The brightest thing to ever grace him.

He guides your hand on his leaking length, slicking it up and wrapping your fingers around him, his hand around yours. He knows you're tired, he doesn’t mind helping you out. It won’t take long anyone, he’s already brought to the edge by the effects of feeling you fall apart on him.

When he comes, it’s with the rough kind of grunt that flickers new heat within you, lips finding yours as he spills on to your fingers, on to the sheets. Javi rests his forehead against your shoulder and moans, kissing your warm skin again. You feel the weak groan of your name and it makes you tremble.

All goes quiet apart from his heavy breaths for just a moment before you realise he’s taking your hand which is sticky with his warm spend, guiding it between your legs.

“Don’t wanna waste it, angel” He mumbles sleepily, encouraging your cum soaked fingers into your panties and the push of them against your entrance. Your lids are heavy too, but you don’t deny him, fingering his load into yourself with a lewd squelch that makes him moan again.

“Good girl” you hear him say, as he brings a strong arm over you and pulls you flush against his chest once more.

His breathing calms after a moment, a fresh sense of peace washing over him now. He’s always so tranquil in the moments after - the heady satisfaction saturating the air, blanketing you both in comfort. His mind is empty enough now, nothing but thoughts of you running through it, that he’ll sleep for a few hours.

You’re sure to be woken up again by him in the morning. You don’t mind one bit.

To be loved by a woman

dbf!Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier Peña has been in your life for as long as you can remember. The perfect friend for your father. A gentleman with a charming smile and good taste. How can he resist you if he knows you feel the same way about him?

Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (not specified), dom!Javier, protected PIV, fingering, hair pulling

Wordcount: 2,9k

An: Javier is a gentleman as always. Hope you like pomegranate xx

Music I worked with: Les filles désir - Vendredi sur Mer

Masterlist

For Javier Peña, nothing was impossible.

There was no situation he couldn't control. There was nothing he couldn't achieve.

That's why it irritated him so damn much that you were out of his reach.

That he couldn't look at you the incorrect way. Incorrect as his thoughts.

Oh how he longed to touch your silky skin…

How he longed to run his fingers through your hair…

How he longed to taste your lips...

But he couldn't.

He knew he couldn't.

So why was he knocking on the same door again? Why did he have a bouquet of roses with him? Why did he use his most expensive aftershave?

"Mr. Peña"

That's why.

A beautiful smile appeared on your lips as you appeared in the doorway. The red lipstick looked perfect on your lips and the red dress accentuated your hips perfectly.

Fuck, you were perfect.

Why it is you who steal his heart?

His thoughts…

…his everything.

“Cariño, I told you to call me Javier,” he smiled broadly, shaking his head in amusement. You laughed too and moved aside so he could go inside. He stopped next to you, greeting you with two kisses on the cheeks. The closest contact he could ever have with you.

“For you,” he said, placing a bouquet of roses towards you. You made a tender face looking at the flowers and accepted them, hugging them to your chest.

“Thank you, you didn't have to,” you thanked him, delighted that he brought you a gift again, as always. Even though he was visiting your father and not you.

Javier watched how beautiful you looked surrounded by flowers.

He looked at you for too long. As always.

He cleared his throat, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and looked around the hall. As if that would distract him from you. A fool's dream.

"Your father?" he asked, glancing at you again.

“In his office,” you replied, looking at him with your beautiful, innocent eyes.

He looked at you for too long again.

He took a breath and nodded before moving to find your father. You closed the door, watching as his shirt strained with each movement of his arms until he disappeared behind the wall. You smiled and looked at the blood red roses and smelled them. They were soaked with his aftershave and cigarettes. The perfect mix.

Javier and your father had a long-standing friendship and common interests. He visited you at least a few times a month. Dinner, a glass of whiskey and sometimes even golf trips.

You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in your life.

That's why you were unavailable.

You were his friend's daughter.

His only daughter.

His princess.

The apple of his eye.

You smiled to yourself as you heard your father's joyful voice as he welcomed his friend. You put the flowers in a vase and placed them in the middle of the living room table. They were beautiful.

Just like you were in his eyes.

After an hour you found yourself sprawled on the couch, drinking champagne and talking on the phone. Like the true lady you were.

“He bought you a bouquet of roses. Again." Your friend's voice came on the phone. You hummed in agreement. “He recently bought you earrings,” she continued, “with real rubies,” she added more seriously. You nodded again and took a sip of champagne.

“They're beautiful, I must admit,” you laughed softly under your breath.

“Baby, even my boyfriend never did as much for me as he did for you,” she remarked in a high-pitched voice, making you laugh even more.

Your laughter bounced off the walls of the house, catching the attention of Javier who had just left the office. And even though he knew he shouldn't, he closed the door more quietly than necessary. He walked even more quietly through the hall just to hide behind one of the walls and listen to what you were talking about. And he could have cursed himself for what he was doing because he was acting like an idiot, but he couldn't help himself. Not when he heard your wonderful laugh.

"Haven't you thought about repaying him somehow?" your friend asked in an ambiguous tone.

"Of course I thought, I'm not a saint," you replied as if it was obvious. “But my father is a problem. I think so." Javier frowned as he listened to the muffled words.

Your father was… a problem?

“Or maybe it's some kind of male solidarity? Well, you know, like... You are my friend, so I won't fuck your daughter," you explained, sipping champagne.

For a moment, Javier wasn't sure if he heard you correctly or if you really said what you said. His breathing quickened at the thought that you might have been talking about him.

But... him? How on earth could you talk about-

“Those roses must have cost a fortune…” you sighed dreamily, looking at the bouquet. “I'd love to find out if he's as generous in bed as he is with gifts,” you admitted, biting your lip with a wide smile.

And then Javier's heart stopped for a moment, only to start beating several times faster.

Fuck, you were talking about him. Not just usual things… You said dirty things about him.

You were shamelessly talking about your fantasies about him with your friend.

Once the initial shock wore off, a smirk appeared on his lips.

Fuck, you actually said you wanted to have sex with him.

Javier felt so much happiness in his chest that he almost moaned with pleasure. And even though he wanted to keep listening, what he heard was enough for him.

Shaking his head in happiness, he returned towards the office just to play some stupid theatre. He slammed the door next to office and took loud steps on purpose so that you could hear him. He walked down the hall until he stood in the doorway of the living room. His eyes immediately fell on you and your eyes immediately fell on him. There was a strangely tense atmosphere in the room, or it just seemed that way to him.

As if beams of electricity were jumping between you.

You moved the phone away from your ear and placed it against your chest.

"Your father is asking where the whiskey from his birthday is," he spoke first. He looked and sounded normal, and gave no indication that he could hear anything. You believed it.

“Let him check in the dresser under the window,” you replied after a moment of thought.

“Thanks, honey,” Javier nodded and returned to the office. You waited a moment and only when you heard the door slam did you start talking to your friend again.

“I'll get old before he finally decides to lay his hands on me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and you heard a snort in response.

For the next half hour you were in the kitchen covered in juice. You decided to do something nice and ended up peeling a pomegranate. And even though your hands were sticky with the red juice and the skin was getting under your nails, you smiled to yourself as you put each seed into the bowl.

Satisfied, you began to lick your fingers of the sweet juice and looked at the two bowls full of red seeds.

One of them had no trace of the slightest rind, but the other… well, the other had even more than a few.

You wiped your hands and, smiling, found yourself in front of your father's office door. Without knocking, you opened the door and saw two men laughing like children while sitting with an open bottle of whiskey.

“Princesa,” your father called when he noticed you. You smiled back at him and walked over to the desk they were sitting at, stopped next to him.

"I brought you something sweet," you said, placing a bowl of pomegranate seeds with the skin… in front of your father.

The second bowl landed perfectly in front of Javier, to whom you gave a pleasant smile. Again, his eyes were on you longer than they should have been.

“A woman like you is a treasure, princesa,” your father said, wrapping his arms around your waist with a warm smile. You leaned down, kissing his head and then started towards the exit. Javier's gaze was fixed on the red seeds that reflected the delicate light of the lamp.

Perfectly peeled.

Perfectly clean.

For him, not your father.

For him.

You went back to the kitchen, starting to clean up the mess you made. Taking your time, you threw away the leftover fruit and washed the dishes.

You were wiping the leftover juice off the counter when someone's hands tightened on your hips. You jumped in place, scared, and looked over your shoulder at what turned out to be Javier.

You breathed a sigh of relief and laughed nervously. “You scared me,” you said, amused. But then you noticed that he wasn't even smiling. He looked at you with a seriousness you had never seen from him.

Your smile slowly disappeared from your face as he stared at you silently. In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere between you changed dramatically. His hands on your hips began to burn your skin and the temperature in the room made you sweat.

You swallowed hard, scanning his eyes for signs of anything. And then, literally for a second, your eyes fell on his lips. For Javier, that second was enough.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked seriously, which made you confused. He didn't sound happy. Was he mad at you?

"What are you-"

“Don’t,” he interrupted you. You immediately closed your mouth. You looked at him like an innocent sheep, waiting for him to explain what was going on. “Don't play with me,” he said, shaking his head slowly as if warning you. You swallowed hard and opened your mouth to continue speaking.

Ineffective.

“I love your love language,” he began, looking deep into your eyes. “And since we both show it a little differently…,” he continued and his hands slowly slid down your hips to your thighs. You held your breath as his fingers hooked the hem of your dress, sneaking under the fabric and slowly pulling it up. “Let us try to find common language,” he whispered into your ear.

You closed your eyes, feeling shivers run through your entire body and bounce between your thighs. Javier ran his nose along your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss at the end as his hands uncovered your hips.

You started breathing heavily, watching his face with blurry eyes and at that moment, this look became his favorite.

Drunk by him.

His fingers slowly slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly began to slide them down to your thighs. His hands slowly moved up, squeezing your buttocks, making you moan. His hot breath bounced off your neck as his hand slowly moved to your lower abdomen and then lower.

You moaned as his fingers traced your clit to your entrance.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers tightening on your hip as he began to spread your juices with his other hand. "Silence."

You whimpered softly as his fingers began to slowly rub your clit. You tilted your head, leaning on his shoulder, which he immediately took advantage of by placing wet kisses along the entire length of your neck.

You panted heavily as you felt his fingers work wonders. You braced your hands on the kitchen counter, digging into his body. The excitement he was causing in you quickly turned into an impending orgasm.

“Javi…” you moaned, wanting to speak, but nothing else managed to come out of your mouth except gasps.

“Mmm, you're so sweet,” he murmured as he continued to kiss your neck.

He worshiped you.

Every part of you.

His fingers worked at the same pace from start to finish until you came with a high-pitched moan. Javier continued to caress your clit as long as you continued to thrust your hips into his hand, eager for an extension of the pleasure.

You shuddered one last time in his arms before he removed his hand. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but he wouldn't let you.

His hand pushed against your back, forcing you to rest on the counter. You blinked a few times, your mouth parting in shock at his decisive movements, and you glanced over your shoulder at him to speak. But the words got stuck in your throat when you saw him put a condom over his cock.

You immediately turned your head, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You fixed your gaze on the bouquet of roses bathed in the twilight, which now seemed even more beautiful. Javier gently moved your hair to the side and leaned close to your ear.

“With you, my male solidarity doesn't exist,” he whispered and didn't even give you a moment to realize that he had heard your conversation.

He slowly pushed his hard cock into you, making you moan and he gasped, stopping deep inside you. He breathed heavily against your ear for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

This is what heaven felt like to him.

It only lasted a few seconds before he straightened up, digging his fingers into your hips and starting to move his. You froze with your lips parted, your face twisting in pleasure as you felt him thrust into you with strong movements. Javier wasn't able to hold back and control the desire he had felt for you for so long.

After all this time, you were his.

He could finally touch you.

He could finally kiss you.

He could finally worship you.

He could finally make you scream his name in pleasure.

Each thrust was strong, perfectly perfumed, perfectly hitting every weak spot of yours. His cock would thrust into you over and over again and his balls would slap against your clit.

Fuck, you were in heaven.

Moans caught in your throat as you tried to catch your breath.

You weren't able to.

Javier growled every time he pounded into you all the way. Like the animal he became because of you. For you.

His hand found its way to your hair and in one movement he wrapped it around his wrist, pulling you back. You gasped, straightening up like a string.

“Tell me…” he panted against your ear, thrusting into you over and over again. “Do you think your father would be proud to see you now?” he asked, tightening his grip on your hair. You groaned, clenching your hands on the counter as if it would help you in any way.

You tightened around his cock in response and he laughed bitterly.

“How his little daughter being fucked on the kitchen counter?”

“No,” you choked out tearfully.

“You are fucking right,” he growled, letting go of your hair. In one move, he grabbed your wrists, pulling them back only to lock them behind your back. He pushed you against the counter, preventing you from moving. The cold marble touched your hot skin, which brought you no relief. You cried out as you felt his cock enter you at a perfect angle that made your knees tremble.

“Javi…” you squeaked, trying to warn him.

“Shhh,” he silenced you, glancing at your face before he went back to watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

Fucking Nirvana.

“You're going to cum like a good girl,” he gasped, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, feeling you slowly begin to tighten on him more and more often. “You are a good girl, right?” he asked, looking down at you with satisfaction.

Oh how much he had dreamed of this moment…

“Yes,” you cried, feeling that a few more moves and your fight would be over.

Javier snorted in satisfaction, tightening his grip on your wrists. You started moaning more and more often as you felt your orgasm building.

“Yes baby, fuckin’ come on my cock,” he growled, pushing his cock into you like an animal.

And as if on cue, you came, pursing your lips to keep from moaning out loud. Javier stopped his movements at how tight you started to tighten on him and to his surprise, it worked wonders.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned in shock as he came right after you. He began to pant heavily from his sudden orgasm and looked at you in disbelief.

He came and he wasn't even close so how the fuck is it possible.

You tightened your grip on his cock, drawing the last drops of fulfillment from him until you slowly began to calm your breathing.

Javier wiped the drops of sweat from his face, breathing heavily. He let go of your wrists and leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

“You're fucking amazing,” he whispered, panting into your ear, making you shiver. You laughed, tired but fulfilled, and that was enough for him to smile. You were like a drug to him and now he knew that nothing would stand in his way of keeping you.