Doll Gojo S.

Doll — Gojo S.

✧.* black chubby reader! ditzy / bimbo reader! pen pal gojo. yander gojo! riding, vaginal sex, mentions of dildos, reader has love handles and stretch marks. captivation, reader loves pink! obsessed gojo!

mirah note — hiya! i love this dabble so much and do plan to make more on this pair :) i used to have a series about them, and how exactly they met but have since deactivated that page, but my love for them had came back hard!

after months of letters, and video calls, the short vists and everlasting day dreams. gojo was right where he wanted to be. he had dreamed of this exact moment in many different scenarios, many different settings, but none of those visions were quite as good as the actual thing.

“what else babydoll?” his hand ran through his white hair, icey blue eyes starting at the women who lost control on his cock. his hands squeezed her pretty little love handles, pads of his thumb rubbing over the stretch marks, ears alert and in awe at the beauty of her whines and hiccups- that he was the cause of.

“d-daddy! l-like em’ s’much! w-wanna k-kiss em’ all t-the time” she told gojo all of the things he had been yarning to hear, feeding into his obsession even more. making the need to hold her captive just for him overpower the good guy in him.

bucking up into the wet, tight pussy, he put his hands on the back of her head and pushed her into his shoulder. her teeth immediately caught ahold of the skin tight black t bitting down onto it. gojo used his feet and pushed himself down more into the couch and began bouncing his pretty doll.

“that’s what my’good girl needed mmm” once he knew she wasn’t going to move her head, he grabbed ahold of the fat ass cheeks using them to bounce her harder, faster. her voice vibrating, words and rambles no longer able to come out.

“daddyd-daddyyyy” she chanted his name over and over her puffy pussy tighten in a way it never had on the pink dildos she used to practice on. “gonna breed my pretty baby, stuff m’cunt so. fucking. full.” the room grew hotter while the highs approached. gojo’s talking got more dirty, more nasty. while your mind only got filled with the thoughts of cumming.

it wasn’t long before your slick covered his large cock. your body growing tired as he shushed you to sleep while filling you with the white, gooey, seamen. after he washed your body carefully, mumbling to himself how beautiful you were, he put you in the pink room a nightgown clinging to your body. and tied your hands tightly with the silk baby pink rope.

“welcome home baby doll” he whispered leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, before walking away.

megumi boyfriend headcanons!

— when you guys first started dating, he was no where near the touchy-feely boyfriend. all you got were hugs, kisses on the forehead and sometimes, if you were lucky long deep passionate kisses that came out of nowhere. all in private of course, megumi likes to keep things that is between you guys between you guys, he doesn't tell gojo, yuuji, nobara, anyone.

— when you guys had your first fight, he was super furstrated. screamed a bit and let his hidden anger issues show (you can thank toji for that). in the spur of the moment, out of furstration and pent up sexual-anger he ran his hands through his hair, making you flinch. he immidietly stopped talking and just left the room. the topic you guys were fighting about wasn't cleared up, you both were obviously angry, and now with this, you both were going to have a conversation that none of you wanted.

— the next few days of the fight, megumi would try to talk to you but you would give him the silent treatment. it was a no-win situation, if you tell him you flinched for nothing, he'd feel horrible to even make you think that he was capable of hitting you. if you told him the real reason, a dark looming thought in your mind told you that maybe he wouldn't accept you for who you are. maybe he would leave you. people started to notice that you and megumi weren't together as much.

"meeeegumiiii" gojo cooed, making megumi roll his eyes, "did you and y/n have a fight? you can tell me. im basically your second father. not that im gay. i mean i could be, but like the sex-" "no." megumi stopped gojo, putting his hand in front of him, "we're not in a fight. and its a disagreement. we'll be fine." he'd already said too much for someone who says nothing. but he had too much in his mind, so the words just spilled out.

— after the intial conversation, at first, megumi didn't know how to comprehend what you just said to him. he never had to comfort someone and he was never comforted either, so he based himself on your position and did everything right. my man. he was sweet, gentle, and never judged you.

— megumi got comfortable with affection about seven-nine months into the relationship only because you were so touchy, other wise would've taken four years or smth. and his level of affection is holding-hands in public, and holding your hands above your head in private, if you catch my meaning...

— when he met your parents, he was PROPERRR. mans was dressed in a fucking suit, styled his hair right instead of the spikey usual hair, and showed the barest amount of physical affection to assure your parents their daughter is in the right hands.

— but when you met his, it was CHAOS lmaooo. toji was showing you all the embarassing baby pictures of megumi on purpose to embarass him. his step-wise called him embarassing nicknames like bubbles or pineapples or something and you couldnt believe why megumi was the way he was when they were like this.

truth be told, megumi was made for you (and me).

NSFW cannons.

— i said this once and i'll say it again. MEGUMI IS A ROUGH DOM!!! man-handles you every chance he gets, whether it's spreading your legs apart so roughly that there are bruises on his hands on your thighs, or flipping you over to pound you from behind. he will do it all.

— favourite position, anything where he can see you. missionary, to some extent matting press? he loves to see you squeeze your eyes, arch your bag and whine inconsistent pleas. he loves to see the full of personality character that he's so into just dissappear as he pounds into you mercilessly. the perfect smart girl becoming a bimbo that he loves to use and fuck.

— has a thing for eye-contact. BEFORE U THROW TOMATOS AT ME... LISTEN OKAY..1!!1!! when you're giving head, he grips your jaw so he can see your eyes as he fucks your mouth, tears streaming down your face, getting mixed with the tastes of his arousal. when its you recieving, he is adamant about eye-contact.

he has been inbetween your leg for hours, absolutely devouring you while making you watch. your eyes are sore, your legs are sore, everything is sore. you cant move an inch without feeling sensitive and your entire body just shakes as he laughs at you, looking at you with his blue eyes. "look at me." he said, the vibrations from his throat hitting your soaked cunt as you whimpered, opening your eyes just enough for new tears to leave your face. making a thin smirk place on his lips. his tounge circled your bud, making you shut your eyes again. "eye-contact, or this stops."

— dirty talker. and not just any dirty talker, the sweet praise ones. "my little slut," "taking me so well, baby. you're such a whore, but.. you're my whore," FHBYIEDWUSOKPX

— ending on a positive note, he's good at aftercare, too. after an intense session, he will draw you a bath and just sit on the edge of the tub, drawing mindless circles on your arm as you rest in the warm bath. ocasionally stealing kisses from you as he watched you take a bath. he's just... perfect.

Cutie

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/fem!reader

Warnings: modern au, jock!kiba, explicit themes [risk of getting caught, slight degrading, mentions of a breeding kink.]

Word count: 9.9k

Summary: In attempt of remaining decent, Kiba tries to fight back his girlfriend’s lewd advances over the course of the week he spends at her parents’ house. Unfortunately for poor Kiba, not everything goes according to plan.

“Kiba!”

THE name to leave your mouth is a shout of excitement which echoes throughout the busy airport.

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reader you are FUCKABLE. your blorbo said so.

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⠀⠀✿`` content warnings : gojo can't shut up. cervix fucking. switch reader and gojo. (gojo gets dommy at the end.) porn w/o plot. dirty talking, throat fucking, handjob, face humping, a lot of cum bc i said so nyeh nyeh, oral (dick-sucking/pussy licking), big dick gojo (and he knows it), reader has experience, gojo a little less so. stamina, gojo has it, you don't. cursing (lots of it). name-calling (both sides), afab reader. raw sex minors do not interact! 3.8k words Y'ALL.

⠀⠀✿`` author note : gojo cock is good. based as fuck please talk to me about gojo cock <3 also i fr think hes so annoying hes never quiet!! in my mind he so blah blah blah blah blah during sex . even if he dont like u he blah blah blah. also if you like my porn, reblog it! oh yeah!!! and leave comments omg... this fic got so away from me, idk how long it is its just so much fucking porn- also! @enchantedforest-network partner! join us hehehe

Gojo has a bit of a talking problem.

He's a blabbermouth at the best of times, and maybe in any other situation would you appreciate his insight. He's good at making mountains out of molehills, take your nothing and make it something; even when it's as mundane as the weather, he'll draw up his own storyboard and play all the different actors - reporter, news anchor, cameraman and "Satoru, coming to us live with the forecast,"

and at first it's charming, right? It's what endears most people to him; what attracted you in some respects. Bordering on bit of a god complex, Gojo's always been effortlessly confident; disarmingly charming; handsome to the point of aggravation. He's never a dull moment, always gives it his all, extra even when he's lazy.

But you thought maybe, just maybe,

if you shunt his pants down till they bunch around his ankles, and licked his cock from shaft to tip,

would he shut up then? Would he allow you a moment of silence (relative, because the sound of you sucking all up on his dick is decidedly extremely loud) to let your hair down, let your head bob back and forth, tongue slurping on the underside of his cock while your lips are wrapped firmly round the middle of his shaft?

"You really like sucking my dick, don't you?"

No. The answer is no.

His face has broken out into a smile, and you don't know if he's giggling out of incredulousness or nervousness - but you are surprised that all his blood hasn't gone to his dick, cause his cheeks are red. His hand cradles the back of your head graciously, sweat sliding down his nose because he has to crane his neck to ogle you.

"C'mon. You can take more of it inta your mouth - suck. Fucking suck." His hips shifty as you work your way towards the base of his shaft, and you chose to ignore the comment, what with cock in your mouth and all. He's gotten mouthy before, not like this, but it's nothing you can't handle.

See, Gojo's kinda ... easy. He can act all hard to get - er, mysterious and what not, but he's like any other aloof man with a pretty face. Afraid of gettin' close and not knowin' what to do with it. It, you know, -

And you do, but he keeps fucking up your rhythm by trying to fuck your hand. You give full strokes, rotating your wrist and pumping steady and quick, trying to look Gojo in his eyes as you're doing it, where as his gaze is dead set on your point of contact. "You're just a dog aren'tcha? Hump, hump, humpin', away." Your smile curling at the corners, at how easily he's giving himself to you. He's dripping pre,

His fat fucking cock. Thigh clenching, pussy watering, eye-widening kind of fat. Shit is so big can't even hold itself up, so you tell him "I can hold that for you," and he pants out as he nods rapidly, "Yes, please do." You get to jerking his cock and he's a whiny little bitch. "Faster" this, "More" that, moving your hand up and down his cock like you don't know what you're doing.

"Back up Satoru, I got this."

"Look at you - you're fucking panting."

And you think you'll get away with it. Get just grunt or a sigh in response. But of course his motorboat mouth starts going on...

"Yuh ... you're good, but, " He attempts nonchalance in a cherry tomato cosplay. Red red red all over. "You're holding out on me..." His tongue lolls at you playfully, and you decide anything not singing your praises wasn't worth hearing. He opens his mouth to say something else.

Your stutter your stroke (effectively cutting him off,) working your way to the head and massaging it between your thumb and forefinger. Sweat is pouring from Gojo's forehead. He's hiking his leg further apart on the couch so you have more space to touch him, your body snaking over his thigh, getting close enough for him to be able to feel your steady breaths on his cock. "Fuck! Stop - haah.." He groans like you're working him. You most definitely are. "Stop teasing.."

"A blowjob?" You purse your lips, ponder it over. "Think you'll be able to make it to the fucking?" Your breathing gets closer, and you feel him throb in your hand. "You sure seem excited! Just don't blow your load down my throat, save it for my pussy." You're teasing, licking your lips and pressing a sloppy kiss to his mushroom head. You could swear it'd gotten a little harder than before.

Only in those moments could you have recognized you gave the man a little too much power. When your pillowy, spit slicked lips wrapped around his throbbing cockhead, licking up the pre on your eager tongue, looking down and breathing deeply through your nose. He can hardly keep himself from lifting his hips and trying to pop through the other side of your throat with the damn thing!

Now, he's just a boy too big for his damn britches. He knows you give good head because of the way you move your tongue and jerk off whatever you can't reach, but it's not good enough head. He's big, sure, but for someone who talks like they fuck n' suck on the regular, something about the performance is feeling a wee bit lackluster...

And while you're busy thinking about how you got here, he's impatiently jutting his hips against your face.

"You listening to me?" His finger teasingly taps at your forehead, getting you out of your train of thought. "Don't tell me - I've already fucked your brains out? Maybe you're just a lil' cock-drunk. Got a remedy for that..."

He thrusts his hips and the rest of his dick tucks itself snugly into your wet warm mouth, head brushing past your uvula and nestling comfortably in your throat. You can't see the way your throat bulged a little, but you most definitely feel it. You make a noise, half-choke-half-whine, and he laughs gaily at the way his balls pap your chin. "Ah? You said something?" He peers down curious, your nose mingling well with the fluffy little hairs at the base of his cock.

You don't forget to breathe, although your eyes tear a little from his size. Your jaw and throat are being stretched to capacity, but you remind yourself 'through your nose'. It's fine for a bit longer - you bob up and down in relatively uninterrupted peace, til Gojo's hand on the back of your head gets a little too comfortable. "Just a little more... suck a little harder..."

Your face burns and you clutch at it, staring at him your the gaps in your fingers as he tucks into your pussy like it's supper. He's alright at it. He doesn't do it like all he's seen is shitty porn - he's really ... getting in there, actually. Oooh.... Ohh..

He starts trying to take over your flow, his grip firm enough to start bobbing your head up and down all on his own. Like your throat is just some fleshy, tight hole to fuck. Kinda makes your pussy drool, but that's besides the point. "Oh fuck.."

You moan and take it. Let him hump up into your mouth as his musk sorta clogs your nose. He's moaning so loud it drowns out most other cohesive thoughts in your mind, the plumpness of his balls cushioning your chin a little every time he tugs your head down. He's muttering stuff you can barely hear over the sound of sucking.

"Pretty baby. Here's to hoping you'll never suck anyone else's dick this good again.... holy shit..."

Eventually his grip lets up a little. It allows you more freedom in your movement for a bit. Though your jaw starts hurting sooner than later, so you give his balls a little pinch and he finally lets you up to take in a big good gulp of air.

His voice is a little shaky. "That was ... fuck ... that was nice." Your voice is a little raw, more croaky when you respond, "Just nice?" flicking his balls in irritation as you take huffing breaths. His cock twitches, shiny and coated in saliva, your drool dripping down over his sack - altogether one of your prettier pictures. "Y'know... what'd make that blowjob just a bit better?" He breathes like he missed oxygen, his sigh half content and mostly wheedling as one hand creeps towards the base of his cock, and his other gets comfy on your ass.

"You wanna fuck, Satoru?" He feigns a gasp, his mouth popping into a little surprised 'o' shape. His face can't belie his excitement, his palms clasping together almost comically before he realizes what he's doing and stops.

"Where could you have ever got that idea from...?" He says, jerking his cock a little and pointing it up to the sky. "Get over here." He pats your cheek with it. You're not against the idea, but Gojo hasn't impressed you enough yet. You poke it away with your finger, sitting up and shuffling out of your underwear. There's enough space on the couch that you can flop onto your back, looking at Gojo from between your legs, pussy pretty and glistening with your arousal.

The way he looks at you makes you squeeze down on absolutely nothing. Flustered yet wild like an animal, apprehensive like he's never sucked a clit before.

"Head first, then we fuck."

"Oh?" Gojo starts fighting to get his shirt off his head, scampering forward so fast he nearly falls into your pussy lips. "Easy boy! Down, down..." You mutter, his fingers digging into your thighs and spreading them clumsily. The aforementioned effortless confidence of Gojo seems to break away into something more sincere and somber when he lowers himself down to kiss your clit. The way he chooses to maintain eye contact throughout makes your heart flutter, and you get a bit of slick on his lips on accident.

His tongue darts over it. "Itadakimasu."

"Oh my fucking god..." Your chest almost deflates at how serious he is, nodding like he's bowing before going in with his tongue.

"Mmf..." Your sigh flutters out of you, becoming a full blown moan as his mouth firmly suctions over your clit and little labia, licking firmly and decisively. Like all of a sudden he knows what he's doing. His attention is most often directed towards your clit, suckling on it and making your thighs twitch. You push them against the side of his head but he forces you to spread them wider again, just to fuck a finger or two into you first.

Your pussy makes a little schlick noise, readily accepting him in the hot warmth of your cunt. "That's a good sign.." He meanderingly strokes his chin. "Take dick that well too?" Your head perks up, teasing underlined with irritation.

"Course. Now suck please, I liked you more with a mouth full." You smile shakily and Gojo seems to laugh in kind. Your smile is cut off by a gasp and shudder as Satoru firmly presses his finger into your wall, lifting his mouth to get a better look at your pussy as he's stretching it open. "M'sorry, did I cut you off?"

He licks the remnants of you from his damp lips, two fingers slowly thrusting in and out. All you can do is sigh, one legs flopped off the couch and the other slung over the back of it. He's alright at this. Not as good as him giving head, but it's not terrible either. Maybe you just like seeing him be quiet for more than a second.

His fingers feel like they're looking for something. First he's pushing down, and when you only grunt in response, he starts gently feeling around for that little pocket of sunshine...

"Up." You whimper, aroused but irritated with his finagling. Your hand slides down the front of your stomach, pressing softly on a spot right before your lips start and where your hair would begin to grow. "Around th-there... You got thaat?-" If his grin is anything to go by, he most certainly does. First he presses up into it like it's a button, which makes you squeak and yelp and clutch the couch, bracing for impact. Then he slowly opts you into the pleasure, trying to apply the right kind of pressure to massage a couple moans out of you, your juices coating his hand and dripping to his wrist.

"Oh, oh.." He winks cheekily as you sling your leg over his lap, positioning his cock till it's brushing up against your pretty lips, pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as your warmth beckons him further. "...save a horse..." He sighs happily as you sink down onto him.

"Hey - don't turn my couch into a slip n' slide now." You groan, clenching down on his fingers like you mean to squeeze the life out of them. "Need - I need more." You snort when he tries to go for a third finger. He clues in quick.

"Dick? I gotchu, don't even worry about that." He tries to slide atop you to complete this jigsaw, but you got a different idea in making these pieces all fit. You push him backwards with your foot a little, getting up off your back in one motion. He backs up to allow you space, clocked in to your movements just a tad.

"Oh my God Satoru." You groan out as the tip of his cock stretches you out, your pussy sucking him up so so greedily, like you'd been waiting all night. "What... don't like my banter babe?" Gojo grunts and your brows furrow, his hand jumping to your hips and steading you when you swoon.

"N-no... Just ... aaaah .." You squeeze his shaft and he actually honest to god chokes on air. "Just - oh fuck - just shut up for a sec. Let me have thissss..." You're halfway down now, Gojo gently coaxing you further and starting to rock his hips.

Pulling up with ease and sliding down further on his fat shaft with effort, Gojo stretches you open so good your legs keep trembling, your breathing hurried even after a couple minutes - and while Gojo seems to be enjoying himself (very, very much so), he's smiling up at you and your effort, very plainly amused. Sweat starting to trickle down your forehead, you're sat wondering what's so funny.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Go on - I'm definitely not stopping you." He sighs deep, his head lolling over the couch as you start lifting yourself up and down, your hand reaching up and going for your nipples. He's too focused on your wet pussy to pay you mind for a bit, but then he's drawn to them, hypnotized. He pulls on your left with his fingers, nibbles on your right with his teeth.

"Oh!" Gojo's blue eyes flick up, wrinkled at the corners. "Mno teef?" He says, still attached to your nipple. The vibration makes you laugh, more of his cock pressing into you as your muscles relax. "Teeth is ... teeth is fine." Gojo resumes his plucking. He lets you use his cock a little like a dildo. In fact, he kind of reminds you of a perfect Ken doll. Smooth muscles you can run your hands over, nice built shoulders, pornstar dick...

"Nuffin..." He mumbles around your areola, going back to sucking and scheming. Whatever. You focus on bouncing on this cock.

...

Opting to do most of the work probably wasn't the best decision. Your legs are championing through, but you're pretty tired, and after figuring out Gojo's dick is big enough to meet your cervix you've been having the time of your life. Sometimes you get too tired to lift yourself, so Gojo is oh-so-very helpful in grinding up into you, smearing his little pre-cum kisses up against your cervix.

"I'll even do all the work." His grin was smarmy, but you didn't clock it at the time. It's cute and still makes your pussy throb, so "Go," you say. "Go off, babe."

You're gonna cum soon. Gojo notices how tight you get when it's about to happen. His take over is a little subtle, but you're so interested in reaching that stiff peak, that tightening in your stomach, just chasing, chasing, chasing,

Gojo thinks, "like a dog." He smirks into your chest. Your cursing abruptly cuts into his thoughts, however -

"Shit! - fuck fuck fuck - ugh!" Every word is punctuated by a last effort of raising and falling, raising and falling, raising, and then being pulled. Gojo tugs your hips down and your pussy spasms as your body jerks.

"Satoru!" You yelp reflexively before something like a whimper weasels itself from your lips. You tighten around Gojo and it hurts a little because he's so thick, but you moan into his shoulder unbothered. A little broken, voice horse, but mostly unbothered. Til he starts moving his hips again.

"The fuck?" You stutter, a little caught off guard as you're suddenly shifted, up and down not from your own movement, but Gojo's rabid humping. "I'm almost there - soo close - can we keep goin', pretty please?" He grinds his hips into your orgasm terribly slowly, trying to get your brain to clock into overtime.

He carefully saws himself in, making your back arch at the sensation. He slides your knees apart and holds the back of them firmly, tugging you the rest of the way onto him. The meandering pace of sex before is tossed to the side.

And regret isn't quite the right word, but you'll feel something a little like it in a second.

"Whatever you say."

Your body is boneless, so it's pretty easy for Gojo to scoop you up, though it doesn't surprise you any less. Says there's not enough space on the couch for him to spread his wings, so he lugs you back to his cozy little room, and plops you onto his bed. Towards the edge of it, so your legs dangle off as he positions himself in front of you, holding his cock at the base - which now looks angrier than before. Instead of the blushy pink dusting it at the tip, it's a deeper, aggravated red now - slapping against your cunt like this motherfucker has places to be. "Open uppp~"

You were fucking Gojo before. Now he's fucking you. Any apprehension, slow-to-start bashfulness, gone with the wind. Once the head pushes past your entrance, a good five inches of cock go alongside it immediately after. Gojo's hiking your legs onto his shoulder's as he watches your eyes suddenly blow wider than saucers, laughing genuinely at the break in your nonchalance and worn facade.

"I should have answered you properly earlier." He says, brushing a stand of sweat slicked hair away from your forehead. He leans down so close, lips a little touch and go, the intention in his eye serious and cutting. With the movement, the last couple inches of cock fill you out, making you eep! But not breaking his focus in the slightest. "I want to fuck." He drags his hips molasses like, till the head is back at your entrance. He slides it back in smoothly, earnest chuckle overshadowed by your pitchy whimper.

"But I assume you got the memo - so," The sound of skin slapping against skin resumes, his pace almost breakneck. His balls slap against your ass with such ferocity it makes you yelp the first time, whimper the second, moan the third. Gojo seems more serious now, the balls in his court and the way you squeal and reach out for anything to hold only spurs him on further.

And are promptly cut off by a vigorous pounding, the sounds of your own moans, and an downright visceral embarrassment when you realize this is the second time you're cumming and in spite of all your fucking and sucking, Satoru hasn't even came once. And as if hearing your thoughts, Gojo's playful expression closes in - his brow furrows as each roll of his hips gets more decisive.

"Pussy tryna close up shop?" He mutters near your ear when you clench on him a little too tight. "You tryna break my dick or something? I know it's good, but you can't keep it -" You don't know if your sigh is from pleasure or exasperation.

"Gojo, please." He tweaks your nipple and makes you squirm.

"Ohhhh, I see how it issss. It's Gojo now?" With every drag of his words he slows down dramatically, dragging his cock along your walls so painstakingly sensual it makes you want to scream. "What happened to Satoru?"

You start placatingly. "Satoru, I-"

After a moment, his hand comes over yours, your fingers weakly folding over his. His pumps grow harder, but slow down, his eyes clamped shut as he looks up, and -

"I'll try to make this one a two-fer." He speaks with that same smile in his voice, and you're two far gone to offer a groan or snap in response. "Y-yeah. Cum, Satoru - I wanna, I wanna cum," His eyes dart up to yours, and it's a little hard to hold his stare, but you manage.

"Yes yes pretty baby. You'll - we'll cum. Soon... real s-soon."

Your muscles feel tired, used from your last orgasm and forced to prolong operation just to take more dick. It's harder to take the full length of his shaft, your tummy flipping and your mind beyond fuzzy and fucked out. But you hold out. Just a little bit ... longer.

His thrusts start getting sloppy. The bruising piston of his hips edge off their intensity, and -

You're cumming again. Your legs are shaking and your ass feels a little numb and you're clenching so so so hard, for dear fucking life-

"Fucking hell!" Gojo bites his tongue, and pumps into you for the last time.

"Good." You gasp. "That was good." Satoru runs a thumb over your clit, teasing.

He heaves sighs like he's moved mountains, but really he's just offloading hot cum from his throbbing nuts, pressed into you very closely before going entirely still. You thought you were full before? Now you're kind of... bursting. Is that the right word? Feels that way. Gojo does a full body shudder and stretches his back out, trying to fuck his load you before he's even came it all out.

There's so much that it spurts around the sides of his dick and you can feel some of it slip out, run down your thighs, and you quiver one last time before feeling strength leave your body. Satisfaction blankets over you, a nice, full-bodied comfort. When Gojo slides out, he spurts a little cum on your tummy, the rest of it oozing out of you slow.

"Haha," His voice is a little raspy, like yours now. He arches a brow before he bends down, planting a loving kiss on your lips.

"Just good?"

More Than Just Friends (Javier Peña x Female Reader)

Just Friends

Summary: When your date goes south and you call Javi to the rescue, you have no choice but to come to terms with how you really feel about him—how you feel about each other.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18 + Only Minors DNI. Reader is bilingual, but no race or ethnicity is mentioned. There is also a moment she gets carried by Javi, I apologize but it just fit the scene. I know, but I promise there are no specific descriptions of appearance, minus that she is femme. Attempted sexual assault on reader, but she saves herself, brief scenes of violence (reader doesn’t get hurt, she does the hurting). Angst. SMUT. Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up folks) pet names both in English and Spanish, praise, reader asks Javi to finish inside of her (not sorry). Fluff, some comedic moments too. There’s a lot, so apologies if I missed anything. Translations at the end. I apologize, this was a lot more Spanish heavy than I intended!

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: This only took me like two months? lmao. Idk the first part did so unexpectedly well that I kept on psyching myself out for this second part. But you know what, everyone has been so kind about wanting a second part, and not to mention very patient with me. I wanted to pay a lot of homage to the first part while also making this it’s own thing and diving deeper for these two? Idk. That made more sense in my brain. I hope everyone who read Just Friends likes the conclusion! 🤍

You ended up choosing the scarlet red minidress.

The one that Javier had said he’d liked the best.

That was the dress you’d decided to wear out for a date with another man—another man that you still planned on sleeping with tonight.

Another man who wasn’t Javier Peña.

You stood in front of the full length mirror running both of your hands down the front of your dress to smooth out a couple of wrinkles that you’d missed while going over the fabric with the hand steamer; however, with the amount of skin peeking through the diamond shaped cutouts in the sides, chances of anyone even noticing a wrinkle or two were slim to none. After checking your hair and make up one last time, you slipped on a pair of nude pumps and reached for the gold clutch on your dresser—you’d only managed to cram the essentials into it. Pesos for the cab there and back, along with extra bills in case of an emergency, a tube of cherry scented lip gloss, a compact mirror, a pack of mint gum and a set of keys to the apartment, copies that Javi sent out to have made when you’d first moved in.

“Oh, I forgot earrings,” You mumbled. Putting your clutch back down, you rummaged around through a tangled mess of jewelry until you found your pair of small gold hoops. You slipped them on and then turned around to face the mirror again for one last glance before it was time to head out. Your fingers fussed with your hair, smoothing down a couple of stubborn strands that refused to stay in place. You tried, almost painfully, to ignore the heavy, sinking feeling that had been lingering in your chest, but it only intensified, worsening with every second that ticked on by and the time to head out drew closer.

You’re fucking perfect, mi vida.

Javier’s voice echoed in your mind, causing you to exhale sharply, as if someone’s fist had driven into your stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs.

For as much as you had tried to erase the memory of what happened earlier, it was impossible. It was all that you could think about, even as you readied and dolled yourself up in preparation to fuck some other man whose name you couldn’t even seem to remember anymore—Daniel? Or was it David?

You didn’t know. And you didn’t care to know.

Javier Peña was all that you could think about.

How his lips molded so perfectly to your own.

How your body seemed to fit right in his hands.

How every part of you ached for more of him.

So, so much more of him.

It was as if the two of you had been made for each other. Being in Javier’s arms had felt so natural, as natural as the air you breathed.

“Get a fucking grip,” You muttered to yourself. The logical side of you struggled to keep you grounded in reality, the thread it held you by was far too thin, so breakable that you were just one single thought away from canceling the date and marching out of your bedroom to find Javi to finish what he’d gone off and started with his stupid lesson.

You’d had a taste and that taste had been lethal.

You wanted him more than anything, but it was far too risky. 

Javier Peña was your work partner.

More important than that, he was your friend. 

The two of you were just friends. 

Then again, friends weren’t supposed to know the way each other’s kisses tasted and friends weren’t supposed to make you soak and ruin your panties, either. Friends didn’t leave you longing to be filled up, your tight walls begging to be streched.

“I see you took my opinion into consideration.”

Your head snapped up, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of Javier standing in the doorway with a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in his opposite hand, pinched in between his fingers.

Lifting your chin, you replied in the steadiest voice you could possibly muster. “I did.” You paused and crossed your arms over your chest. “Peña, can you please not smoke in my bedroom? I’ve worked too damn hard to keep it from smelling like an ashtray like the rest of the apartment.”

Javi took a long, slow drag and exhaled the smoke through parted lips, purposefully blowing it over in your direction. “I’m not in your bedroom—I’m over here by the door. Besides, last time I checked, this was my apartment and I can smoke where I damn well please.” He took another drag, his dark brown eyes slowly tracing over the curves of your body in a once over. It stung him a little, knowing you were wearing that dress out on a date. The thought of it ending up on the floor of some twat lawyer’s hotel room by the end of the night only made it sting so much harder than he cared to admit. He exhaled a second cloud of smoke over his shoulder and then brought his bourbon to his lips, taking a sip before he murmured the compliment out over the rim of his glass. “Te ves tan hermosa, mi muñequita.”

Heat burned at the back of your neck. “Thank you, Peña,” You mumbled in response.

The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement.

“You’re not really going to put me on a permanent last name basis again, are you?” Javi couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched you shift from one heel to the other, squirming under his gaze. “It took me six fucking months just to move off of it when you and I first started working together on the job.” He drained the rest of his liquor in one swallow before flicking the last bit of his cigarette into his glass. It made a soft sizzling sound as the lit end touched a cube of half melted ice at the bottom. “What did I do to warrant such a harsh punishment?”

You glared at him. “Don’t act stupid, Javier.”

He feigned innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, cariño.”

Your knees wobbled slightly as Javi walked further into your bedroom. He came up to you and placed his glass on the dresser right next to your clutch.

“If something’s on your mind—”

You were quick, too quick, to cut him off.

“That can’t happen ever again, Javier. Alright?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Nothing happened.”

“We kissed each other, Peña. You made me co—”

You stopped abruptly, your face growing hot.

Javi raised an eyebrow. “I made you what?”

You made me come.

Averting your eyes, they fell down to the floor. But Javier was having none of it. He hooked one of his index fingers underneath your chin and tilted it up gingerly, coaxing your gaze to meet his. “What did I make you do?” he asked, his breath fanning right over your slightly parted lips. “Hmm?”

Your knees threatened to buckle. “You know.”

His finger lightly trailed along your jawline.

“I want to hear you say it out loud, baby girl. I need to hear you say it. What did I make you do?”

Javi snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and momentarily rendering you speechless.

“Well?” he prompted after a minute.

“Javi, please,” You breathed out. “Don’t do this.”

His nose skimmed your cheek. “Don’t do what?”

He had to feel how hard your heart was pounding.

“I don’t know what sick, twisted, little game you’re playing at right now but it needs to stop—”

Javier softly kissed the corner of your mouth. “I’m confused, who said anything about playing games here?” His fingers grazed along a patch of smooth skin through one of the cutouts in your dress. “I’m just waiting for you to answer my question. That’s all. What did I make you do?”

“How much scotch have you had to drink, Peña?”

“I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re implying.”

You placed both hands lightly on his hard chest. “I need you to let me go,” You managed to tell him. It was the opposite of what you really wanted, but at least one of you needed to keep a level head and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be him. He might have been telling the truth about not being drunk, but it was obvious he was impaired to an extent, enough to lead him into making a huge mistake. “I have to leave, the cab I called should be pulling up soon. It might even be outside already.” You pushed Javier back gently, but firmly, prompting him to hold you even tighter against him. “What are you doing?”

“No te vayas. No te vayas con el.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“You heard me. Don’t go.”

“Javier. Please, you have to let go of me—”

“Quedate conmigo.”

His request was tempting, much too tempting.

“I want you and you want me,” Javi reasoned. “We shouldn’t fight it—we don’t have to fight this.”

Sighing, you fiddled with one of the buttons on his khaki colored shirt. “Think about it,” You said, your own desires becoming harder to suppress. “Really think about it, Peña. With your head, not with your dick. Is fucking me worth risking losing this job? If Messina finds out, she’ll reassign one of us and we both know whose ass she’s going to send packing. It sure as hell won’t be mine. Is that risk worth it to you?” You challenged him. “After all that work that you’ve put into catching Escobar, and dismantling the most dangerous cartel in South America?”

He didn’t even miss a beat. “Yes.”

You frowned at him. “Seriously, Javier?”

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

“Messina won’t know! She hasn’t even figured out that we have been living together for the last eight or nine months,” he reminded you, grinning. “So it might be safe to say we know how to keep secrets from our boss, hermosa.” He drew you even closer to him, his biceps flexing against the short sleeves of his shirt. “No one is getting reassigned, okay?”

“Okay. Well let me ask you something else, then.”

He dropped his head, pressing a kiss to your neck, followed by another and then another. “What?” He hummed, the word vibrating over your pulse point.

You ignored the heat growing in your lower belly.

“Is fucking me worth risking our friendship?”

Javier froze for split second, then dropped his arm from around your waist and stepped back, looking at you with an equal mixture of guilt and shame. It was a simple, fair question but somehow it felt like you’d just slapped him across the face—it sobered him up quicker than a cold shower ever could. Javi took another step or two backwards, touching one of his large hands to the back of his burning neck.

“No,” he answered, his voice strained. “It isn’t.”

Your expression softened slightly. “Javi—”

He held up his other hand to stop you. “No. Don’t.”

You tried again. “I just said that to make a point.”

“Well, you made it,” Javier remarked, quietly.

He almost sounded wounded. And his eyes?

Glazed over with dejection like you’d never seen.

“Peña,” You groaned. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He dropped his hands to his sides. “Like what?”

“Like you’re a puppy whose tail I just stepped on!”

Outside, you heard the gravel crunching under the tires of an approaching car and you hoped it was a neighbor pulling up and not the cab you’d called.

You couldn’t leave, not without patching things up with Javi first.

He was far more important than some date.

Javier smiled wryly. “I just feel like a fucking dick. I don’t want you to think I’m willing to throw out our friendship for a piece of ass,” he admitted. “I know I don’t have the best track record with the way I’ve treated women before. But you? You’re not like the girls that I’m always bringing home. You’re not like them at all and you need to know that.”

You almost laughed. “Because I’m not a whore?”

“Because I actually feel something for you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Stomach dropping into your panties, you stared at him almost as if you were waiting for a punchline.

There had to be a punchline.

Javier Peña didn’t do feelings.

Right?

The sound of loud honking outside shattered right through the silence that had fallen over the two of you.

He peeked outside the window, his jaw clenching.

“There’s that cab you called to come pick you up.”

You swallowed harshly. “Javi—” You stopped as he strode up to you. Your throat bobbed again. “Javi.”

Javier leaned down, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Have a good time, muñeca. And don’t worry.” He paused for a second then added, “I won’t wait up.”

The bitterness in his tone was subtle, but present.

Before you could say anything, he spun around on the heel of his boot and left your bedroom.

For the second time that day, he left you there in a state of complete shock.

Diego.

That was his name.

Fortunately, you’d remembered it by the time he’d greeted you in the dimly lit bar of the upscale, four star hotel his firm had set him up with in Bogotá.

He was nice enough.

Handsome. Charming. Successful.

He was the whole package and judging by the way several other women sitting in the bar were ogling, it was apparent that they thought so too.

Diego seemed to be the perfect man, the kind you would consider dating if it hadn’t been for the fact that he would only be in the country for a few days for business. Well, there was that and the fact that you had another man on the brain, a man who had been consuming your thoughts all evening—Peña.

Javier Peña.

His confession continued to bounce around inside of your skull, echoing over and over again.

Because I actually feel something for you.

“Are you alright?”

You blinked, lightly shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, did you just say something to me?”

Diego laughed. “I asked if you were alright.” He sat beside you in the booth, the scent of his expensive designer cologne filling your senses as he slid over to be closer to you. “You seem a bit distracted.”

You glanced down into your lemon drop martini.

“I’m so sorry,” You apologized, sheepishly.

“Is everything alright?”

“I just have work on my mind,” You fibbed. “What I do, it can be hard to leave at the door, you know?”

“Oh, trust me. I know that all too well.” Diego put a hand on your thigh, his fingers tugging playfully at the hem of your minidress. “I think I know a way to get your mind off of things. How’s about we go up to my suite, sweetheart?”

That was the last thing you fucking wanted.

“Sure,” You squeaked out without thinking.

Grinning, Diego stood up and held out his hand.

You took it, allowing him to lead you out of the bar and into the lobby towards the elevators. The both of you boarded one with another couple—but they got off on the third floor. You squinted to see what floor Diego had punched into the number panel.

Your stomach churned. He was on the tenth floor.

Diego turned to you. “Can I have a little kiss?”

“Mhm,” You forced out in reply.

He leaned down, pressing his mouth against yours as his hands found your waist to pull you close. He was a little bit rougher than you had anticipated. It felt off. It felt wrong.

Cold. Passionless. Suffocating.

It was nothing like Javier’s kiss.

The elevator came to a stop at the tenth floor, the doors pulling open with a soft dinging sound.

Diego grabbed your hand, nearly dragging you out of the elevator. He pulled you down the long, quiet hallway towards the door of his executive suite. He produced a single key from the pocket of his black suit jacket with his opposite hand, using it to open the door. Before you could even think, he’d shoved you inside, practically throwing you up against the door as soon as he closed it. He ripped your clutch out of your hand, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Diego, wait a minute—”

He crashed his mouth onto yours, cutting you off.

His hands immediately went around you, fumbling with the zipper of your dress.

“Diego,” You mumbled, your heart pounding as he just about swallowed your face whole. You planted your hands on his chest, trying to push him off. He tore his mouth away from yours, moving it to your neck. “Diego, wait. Stop—”

“God, you’re the most beautiful fucking woman.”

His hands were everywhere you didn’t want them.

Your hips, your breasts, your ass.

Yanking, palming, grabbing.

“Diego, please! Can you just stop for a minute?”

He pinned you against the door. “Don’t be coy!”

“I said stop—”

You gasped, feeling him slide his hand underneath the hem of your dress and between your legs. You felt him cup you through your panties and brought one of your six inch heels down, stomping his foot so hard it almost went through his dress shoe. You took advantage the minute he stepped backwards and brought back a curled first, connecting it with the side of his jaw so hard that you busted his lip.

Diego staggered back further. “What the fuck!” he growled, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “What’s the matter with you, you stupid little bitch?”

“I said stop and you didn’t.” Your voice trembled in a mix of anger and fear. “I’m leaving now.”

Drawing himself back up to full height, he reached for your arm. “You’re not going anywhere!” he said as he slammed you against the door again. “What, do you think I’m fucking afraid of you just because you’re some glorified cop?” He sneered at you. He held you up by the throat with one hand, while the other hand tore off the straps of your dress. “Here, let me show you exactly why women don’t fucking belong in law enforcement.” He pulled up the hem of your dress and then went for his belt buckle.

You clawed at his hand around your throat, sinking your nails into his wrist hard enough to break skin.

Somehow, with enough thrashing and wriggling in his grasp, you managed slide out from underneath him—he’d been caught so off guard he didn’t even have time to think about what was coming next.

Grabbing two fistfuls of his suit jacket, you yanked him down so he was bending over.

Simultaneously, you brought one of your knees up and drove it into Diego’s nose with such force that the sickening sound of it shattering filled the suite. He fell to the floor, clutching his face as he cried in agony.

Whirling around, your shaking hands fumbled with the brass door knob until you managed to throw it open. You ran out and down the long hallway—not wanting to wait around for the elevator, you chose to take the stairwell instead. Kicking off your heels and leaving them behind, you flew down the metal stairs taking two steps at a time. There was a door at the bottom of the stairwell that you assumed to be the door that led to the hotel lobby. Instead the door led to the street behind the hotel.

At least now you didn’t have to explain to the hotel owner that you had broken the nose of one of their guests.

You ran down the street, going as fast as your legs could carry you towards a familiar bodega you and Murphy had visited before a handful of times—the owner, Mateo, kept the shop open late and he had gotten to know you and Murphy whenever the two of you were in need of late night, stakeout coffee.

“Mateo!” You cried out, zooming through the door of the bodega. Rushing up to the counter, you saw the older man sitting behind the register watching one of his usual evening telenovelas.

He looked up at you, jumping to his feet.

“Señorita! Qué le pasó? Estás bien?”

“Puedo usar su teléfono, por favor?”

“Por supuesto que sí.”

Mateo pulled his phone from under the counter.

“Gracias.” You dialed the apartment’s landline into the base and picked up the handset, bringing it up to your ear as the line started to ring. “Please Javi, be home. Please be home. Please be home. Please be home—”

“Hello?” Javier answered on the fifth ring.

He sounded confused and you didn’t blame him.

It was the middle of the night, after all.

“Peña, it’s me.” Your voice wavered. “I need you.”

You could practically feel the way he’d stiffened on the other end of the line.

“What did the fuck did he do?” he demanded.

“Peña, please. Can you just come and get me?”

Javier didn’t even hesitate.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll be right there.”

Javier jumped out of his Jeep Wrangler, his hands clenched into fists as he stormed into the bodega.

He looked around the shop frantically.

“Mateo, dónde está?” he questioned the owner.

“Los pasteles.” He pointed towards an aisle closer to the back of the shop near the ice cream freezer.

He nodded and followed his direction.

“Muñeca,” Javier breathed out in relief the second that he saw you standing there in the aisle with an array of packaged Marinela pastries in your hands. He rushed up to you and took your face gingerly in between his large palms, taking a look at you. Javi managed to keep a calm and collected composure for the sake of not making things any worse, but it would be short lived and he knew that—he felt the anger boiling underneath his skin, bubbling hot in his veins when he realized just how poor of a state you were in. The straps of your dress were torn off, your high heels were missing and so was your bag. Your eyes were bright red, brimming with tears he could see you trying your hardest to hold back. He let his hands fall from your face and shrugged out of his tan colored jacket, quickly draping it around your shoulders as he asked, “Estás lastimada?”

You shook your head. “No, Peña. I’m not hurt.”

He had never heard you speak in a voice so small.

Javier stepped back. “Tell me where he’s staying,” he demanded, furiously. “Tell me right now! Which hotel is this motherfucker staying at?”

“That’s not necessary. I handled him myself.”

“Tell me which fucking hotel so I can kill him—”

Finally, a tear slipped down the side of your face.

It nearly knocked the wind out of him.

He had never seen you cry before, either.

“Javi, please,” You pleaded in a whisper. “Please. It isn’t even worth it, alright? I just want to buy these cakes and then I want you to take me home where I can put on my pajamas and eat them in peace. Is that too much to fucking ask for?”

Javier immediately softened. “Of course not. Here give me those.” He took the cakes from you in one hand and grabbed your hand with his other, lacing your fingers together as he led the way over to the counter. As soon as Mateo finished ringing up and bagging the pasties, Javi dropped a twenty on the counter; he had pulled out the bill from the pocket of his jeans. “Quédese con el cambio.”

Mateo reached underneath the counter and pulled out a small paper bag, sliding it across the counter to Javier. “Para la señorita,” he stated with a small and subtle nod of his head. “Para sus nervios.”

“Gracias, jefe.” Javier thanked him and placed the paper bag into the plastic one before picking it up, sliding the handles over his forearm. He gave your hand a squeeze. “Let’s get you home, querida.”

He led you outside to his Wrangler, opening up the passenger door. Javier gave you a slight boost and helped you into the slightly lifted vehicle. After you were all buckled in, he shut the door and made his way around to the driver’s side, climbing in.

Putting the plastic bag in the backseat, Javi pulled out his keys but made no move to start the Jeep.

“Cariño—”

“Peña. Please. Don’t.” You choked out the words.

He’d already seen you shed one tear.

You would be damned if you let him see another.

Javier sighed out in defeat. “Alright. I won’t.”

He slid the key into the ignition, turning it until the engine roared to life.

The first thing you had done was take a shower.

Long and scalding hot.

You emerged from the bathroom in nothing but an oversized Def Leppard tee shirt and parked it right on the couch where you immediately dove into the plastic bag of pastries, eating one after the other.

Meanwhile, Javier was in the kitchen, fussing with something boiling in a pot on the stove. Just when you were about to ask him what he was making at almost three in the morning, he walked over with a steaming mug in his hand. “Here.”

“What is that?” You mumbled through a mouthful of pineapple flavored sweet bread. “Coffee?”

“I think it’s some kind of tea. Mateo gave it to me,” he gave a careful shrug of his shoulder. “He said it would help ease the nerves.” He sniffed it. “Smells like it might have some lavender in it.”

You wrinkled your nose at it. “I don’t like tea.”

“Hermosa, por favor. You could be in shock—”

“Shock?” Scoffing, you shook your head at him, in disbelief more than anything. “I’m an agent for the DEA and I have worked undercover. Do you realize that I’ve been felt up by Pablo Escobar’s men a lot more often than not? That they’ve groped me, and some of them have tried to—” You stopped as Javi sucked in a sharp breath. Of course he did. He had put the cuffs on the scumbags himself. “I’m not in shock, alright?”

Javier sighed. “Please, for the sake of my sanity, it would make me feel a lot better if you drank some. At least a couple of sips?”

“Fine,” You reluctantly agreed, accepting the mug.

“I added a little honey for taste.”

Murmuring thanks, you took a few careful sips. As you leaned over to set the half full mug down onto the glass table beside the couch, Javi reached out and grabbed it from you.

“Here, let me do that,” he offered, putting the mug down for you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t need you to fucking baby me, Peña.”

Dropping to one knee in front of you, Javi placed a hand on your bare thigh, his thumb tracing a small circular pattern into your soft, smooth skin. “Must you make this such a battle? Why can’t you just let me take care of you?”

“Because I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“Then why did you call me saying you needed me, hm? Or did you forget about that part already?”

“I needed you because I needed a ride home.”

He tossed you an annoyed, frustrated glare.

“For once in your fucking life, spare me that damn tough girl act. Please, just let me fucking take care of you.”

Swallowing thickly, you brought your eyes to meet his. “Javi,” You croaked out his name softly, feeling an emotional lump rise in the back of your throat.

“What happened?” Javier asked you gently.

You exhaled a shaky sigh.

“We met at the bar in his hotel. We had a couple of drinks and he asked if I wanted to go upstairs. And I didn’t even think about it, I just said yes.” Despite knowing that your initial acceptance did not mean you’d deserved nearly being assaulted, part of you still couldn’t help but blame yourself. “We went to his room. He shoved me inside. He started kissing me and touching me—he was being kind of rough and I didn’t like it. It didn’t feel right. I didn’t want it, so I tried telling him to stop and he didn’t stop.”

Anger flashed in Javi’s dark eyes, but he remained calm and composed. “And then what happened?”

“I busted his lip and broke his nose.”

He couldn’t help but let out an amused huff.

“Sounds to me like you let him off easy.”

“I can’t wait to explain to Valeria why her brother’s going to show up to court and present a case with a swollen lip and a cast on his nose,” You chuckled in spite of yourself. “Messina’s going to be pissed. I can almost tase the week of assigned desk duty.”

There was a short, comfortable silence.

“Javi?”

“Dígame, cariño.”

“Did you mean what said you said to me earlier?”

His throat bobbed. “What did I say earlier?”

You knew he knew what you were referring to.

“You said you actually feel something for me.” You paused, peering at him. “Did you mean that?”

“I did. I know you might not believe me but—”

“I believe you.”

Javier pulled back slightly, looking surprised.

Shocked, almost.

For once it was him and not you caught off guard.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The entire night, all I could do was think about what you had said. It just kept replaying in my mind over and over again like a song on loop,” You confessed to him. “I don’t think I even tried to stop thinking about you, Javi.”

“Muñeca—”

“I didn’t want to be with another man. Even if he’d turned out to be a great guy, I wouldn’t have had it in me to go through with it. I want to be with you. I want you, Peña.” It all came spilling out. There was no stopping it now. “I want you, Javier. So bad.”

His fingers dug into your leg at the admission.

You leaned forward. “Javi?”

“What is it, baby girl?”

“Can I kiss you?”

His nod was so subtle you’d barely caught it.

Delicately, you took his face between your hands as you brought your mouth down to meet his.

Your lips moved together with his slowly, sensually and deeply. Your heart was pounding in a hard but steady rhythm inside your chest. Dropping both of your hands from his face, you reached for his shirt and fisted the polyester fabric, pulling him closer.

Javi’s hands smoothed up and down your thighs.

“Baby,” he mumbled into the embrace.

You broke away slightly.

“Don’t talk, just touch me. Please.”

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head and discarding it behind him.

“Fuck,” the word tore from Javier’s throat in groan so guttural it sent a shiver up your spine.

All you’d been wearing underneath were panties, a pink pair with white polka dots—the same ones he had poked fun at before.

Javier Peña found himself eating his own words.

Somehow, those polka dot panties were about a hundred times sexier than any lace lingerie could ever be.

His cock hardened, straining against his zipper as his dark eyed gaze dragged over your body.

“Tócame,” You whispered, lustfully. “Tócame. Por favor, Javier. Toca mi cuerpo.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Javier slipped an arm around your waist. He pulled you to the edge of the couch, bringing your legs to rest on either side of his waist before taking one of your breasts into his mouth. You gasped out, back arching when he rolled his tongue over a hardened nipple. He lifted a hand to the other soft mound of flesh, kneading it in between his fingers.

“Javi,” You whimpered, legs squeezing at his hips as a blazing heat ignited between them. His touch was everything you’d been wanting—needing and craving. Your hands fell to the buttons of his khaki shirt, fumbling with them clumsily. Javier laughed, pulling back from your breasts as he swiftly undid them and tugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting it join yours on the hardwood floor.

Your mouth nearly foamed at the sight of him.

It wasn’t like it was the first time you had seen him without his shirt on. You’d seen him shirtless more times than you could count on both hands—but it was hard not to admire how his smooth skin, gold and sun kissed, stretched over the broad planes of his shoulders and the lean muscles of his chest.

Throat dry, you licked your lips and reached out to pull him back into you.

“How long have you wanted this?” He questioned.

He started licking a line, starting from the delicate spot behind your ear. He drew it slowly, his tongue dragging down and across your collarbone.

“Too long,” You rasped out. “Too fucking long.”

Javier pushed you back against the leather couch, lifting himself slightly off of the floor. He started to nibble and kiss his way down your body, taking his sweet time moving his mouth over your chest and stomach, going lower and lower until he came to a stop at the elastic band of your underwear.

He glanced up at you through his dark lashes, as if silently asking you for permission.

Chest heaving in anticipation, you nodded, almost a little too eagerly. “Yes. Please, keep going.”

Javier hooked his thumbs underneath the band. “I might need some assistance here, hermosa.”

Without hesitation, you lifted your hips up to bring them off of the couch, just enough for him to slide your panties down your legs. He tossed them over his shoulder, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Lay back,” he instructed, his own heart pounding hard, hammering wildly against his sternum.

Cheeks burning with heat, you did as he told you.

Javier’s tongue swiped his bottom lip, hungrily. He had been starving for you for too damn long.

He parted your thighs and nearly salivated. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking beautiful, baby girl.” Javier’s cock had gone rock hard. It twitched, aching to be freed from its constraints as his eyes greedily took in the gorgeous sight before him. You, completely naked, your soaked cunt dripping onto the supple, brown leather of his couch. Javi grinned, using his thumbs to spread your slick folds. His lustful gaze met yours. “This all for me, mi muñequita linda?”

“Yes, Javi,” You breathed out. “It’s all for you.”

Grin widening, Javier lifted one of your legs and he started trailing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses, beginning from the inside of your ankle. Slowly, he kissed his way up your leg, leaving a burning fire in his wake. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Javi mumbled against your skin. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first laid my eyes on you. Remember that day? You walked right into my office and I—”

“You thought I was a new secretary,” You finished, gasping as he nipped at your inner thigh, scraping his teeth along the tender flesh there. “Javier—”

“Little did I know that you were a badass agent for the DEA, my future partner and—” He paused and placed a kiss on your mound. “My best friend. The woman who stole my heart piece by fucking piece until she had the entire thing in her damn hands.”

You shuddered, your head spinning in a daze.

His mouth was so close to where you needed it.

“You were so focused on making a man feel good, baby.” His breath on your blazing core sent shivers shooting throughout your body. So, so close. “But do you want to know what really makes a man feel good? What makes me feel good?”

“What?” You asked, breathlessly.

He draped your leg over his shoulder. “Making you feel good.”

Javier finally dipped his head in between your legs and ran his tongue up the seam of your center, his fantasies of tasting you coming to life.

“Javi,” You moaned, fingernails digging into one of the couch cushions behind you.

“Fuck, your pussy tastes as sweet as it looks,” Javi growled burying his face between your thighs. You moaned again as he moved his tongue, writing his name into you with the most delicious, rhythmic strokes that had you seeing stars.

Your hands abandoned the couch cushion, fingers finding and tangling themselves in his dark brown hair instead. “Fuck, Javi, that feels so good—” You scooted closer to the edge of the couch, your hips bucking forward, desperate for more.

You could feel Javier smirking against you.

“Quieres mas, muñeca?”

“God, yes, please! I want more, I need more—”

Without warning, Javi wrapped his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicking the swollen bundle of nerves and causing you to cry out. He wrapped his arm around your trembling thigh as he sucked and licked, his technique already bringing you so close to the edge. It was happening too fast.

Wanting to draw out the blissful pleasure for just a bit longer, you found yourself squirming away, but Javier had other plans. With one arm still wrapped around your leg on his shoulder, he lifted the other and placed his hand on your hip, pressing down to trap you against the couch as he devoured you.

You cried out his name so loudly, you were certain the tenants upstairs could hear it.

His name spilled from your lips over and over right in between shallow pants and breathless moans.

It was the sweetest song he’d ever fucking heard.

Javier could feel how close you were. He flattened his tongue and dragged it down your slit, and then back up again, the lewd, wet sound of him lapping at your core causing the tightly wound coil deep in your lower belly to finally snap and spring forward.

“Javier, fuck! Javi!” You cried, your orgasm driving into you so hard it almost knocked you backwards into the couch like a rag doll.

Legs shaking, your fingers dug further into his hair and your nails lightly scraped against his scalp. He pulled away slightly and looked up at you, his chin and mouth glistening with a sweet mixture of slick and saliva. He lifted himself up and kissed you, the taste of yourself on his lips lighting up another fire between your hips. You placed a hand on his neck, then dragged it down the length of his hard chest, down over his stomach, going lower and lower. He sucked in a sharp breath as your hand brushed his bulge, then cupped it through his jeans.

“This all for me?” You couldn’t help but tease Javi, just like he’d teased you.

“Yes, baby. It’s all for you,” he replied in a strained, low voice. He was throbbing for you, so hard it was borderline painful. He needed relief, release. But it would have to wait until he was sure that you were ready and willing to take it further. “We don’t have to, by the way. This is as far as it has to go—”

“Javi?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stop talking and fuck me, please?

Javier chuckled. “Since you asked so politely.” He slid one arm under your knees, and the other went around your back. Rising to his feet, Javi lifted you off of the couch. “But not here. Let’s go to mine.”

You smacked his shoulder. “Peña put me down!”

“But I’m trying to be romantic,” he joked, carrying your down the hallway and into his bedroom. With you in his arms he managed to open the door and switch on his lights.

“There is nothing romantic about you hurting your back or throwing it out,” You deadpanned, relieved when he set you down on your feet.

Javi started guiding you back towards his bed, the back of your knees meeting the edge of the queen sized mattress. Giving you a quick kiss, he pushed you onto your backside and took a step backward, his hands undoing the brass button of his jeans.

You watched with dazed, half lidded eyes as Javier pulled his zipper down and slid his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs.

His hard, thick cock sprang free, his head slapping against his lower abdomen.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, gawking at him. Suddenly, you knew why the women of the office could never stop talking about Javier Peña’s dick. Hopefully the last look they’d gotten of it had been a good one, because none of them were ever going to see it again—if Javi was serious about his feelings for you, he would have to understand that you weren’t the kind of woman who liked to share.

He seemed to have read your mind. “It’s all yours,” Javier promised, wrapping his long fingers around his base. He stroked himself once, then twice, and groaned at the slight relief of pressure. He stroked himself once more, his eyes locking with your own in a sinful exchange. “It’s all yours, baby girl. From this point on, I’m all yours. Don’t want anyone but you.”

Something shifted.

A silent understanding that this wasn’t about him adding another notch in his bedpost. Javi did have feelings for you, and he wanted to be all yours, the same way you wanted to be all his.

“Javi, please.”

“Que, mi muñequita? Dime que quieres.”

Your reply was instantaneous, no hesitation.

“You.”

Javier climbed onto the bed, settling himself right in between your thighs. He fisted his length before running his tip up your slit, letting it graze over the sensitive, swollen mess his tongue had left behind when he’d feasted on you back on the couch.

“Segura?” he asked. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He pumped his cock one last time, positioning his head at your entrance. Keeping his brown eyes on you, he pushed into you slowly. Javi felt your body tense underneath him and stopped. “Relax. I need you to relax, amor,” he murmured, planting gentle, loving kisses along your jawline. “I got you, okay?”

“Javier,” You rasped out his name, your fingernails digging into the lean muscles of his back. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure was intense.

He let a minute pass and pushed in further, giving your body chances to adjust with brief pauses. He relished in the feeling of being sheathed in such a tight, taut heat. The way your velvet walls gripped his cock as he sank further and further into you, it felt like your pussy had been made just for him.

Both of you moaned out in unison as he bottomed out inside of you.

Javi held his breath for a second, burying his face into the hollow of your neck as he urged himself to not explode right there on the spot.

“Peña,” You choked out. “Move. Please. Now.”

He slid out, letting out a strangled groan as he slid back into you. “Fuck, hermosa. You’re so tight,” he breathed out. He kissed your collarbone, finding a good pace, one that wasn’t too fast or too slow for either of you. “So tight, so beautiful, so perfect.”

You whimpered, digging your fingernails deeper into his back so hard that you were sure you had to have broken skin.

Javier gripped one of your thighs, hitching it up to hike it around his waist. His other hand was curled into a tight fist at the crown of your head. Opening up his palm, he placed it on your head as he drove his hips into yours, keeping you in place under him as your body bounced with each of his strokes. He picked up the pace one more notch hitting deeper and deeper, the tip of his cock finding that spot he knew would make your toes curl.

“Yes, Javi, fucking right there—fuck!”

Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head, the sound of Javi’s guttural groans mixed together with the sound of skin slapping against skin made the edge come creeping up closer and closer.

Javier looked down at you, his eyes trained on you as you writhed underneath him, beautiful features twisted with sheer pleasure. “Fuck, baby girl,” Javi grunted out. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Suddenly, you had the urge to put his lesson from the evening before to good use. “Javi, wait. Stop.”

Afraid he’d done something wrong, he froze.

“What? What is it?” he asked worriedly. “What—?”

Catching him off guard, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back, moving your body and rolling it out from underneath his. He exhaled a sharp breath of air when you pushed him again, this time onto his backside on his bed. You swung one of your legs over and climbed on top of him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth as you straddled his lower body.

“Muñeca,” he choked out, his eyes wide.

“My turn to make you feel good,” You winked.

Gripping the base of his throbbing cock, you lifted yourself and ran his head along your swollen folds, eliciting a growl that had rumbled from the depths of his chest.

“Oh fuck me,” he cursed, his heart missing a beat.

“That’s the plan, Peña.”

You slid yourself down into him, taking every inch.

Taking his hands, you placed them on your hips as you started rocking them back and forth. Your hair spilled over your shoulders as you threw your head back, your deep, husky moans bouncing off of the walls of his bedroom.

“Fucking Christ,” Javier gasped, letting his fingers dig into the softness of your hips. “You’re going to fucking kill me—” He stopped, his jaw dropping at what you decided to do next.

You reached up, cupping one of your breasts, your fingers rolling and pinching your nipple. Your other hand sensually dragged itself down your stomach, slipping in between your legs, finding your clit.

“Fuck—that’s it. That’s it, baby girl. Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself while you ride my cock,” he encouraged. He watched as you circled your index finger around your clit, amplifying the pleasure for the both of you. “What a good girl,” Javier praised, somehow finding the words in between his groans and heavy pants for air. Unable to help himself, he let his hands abandon your hips, raking them both down your chest, fingertips collecting little beads of perspiration along the way. “Just like that. Such a good fucking girl for me baby.”

“Javi, I’m so fucking close! I’m gonna—”

He sat up and grabbed your arms, quickly guiding them around his shoulders as his own circled your waist and pulled you closer to him. Javi caged you in against his chest and began bucking his hips up into yours, frantically meeting you halfway as both of you chased that sweet release with each other.

It was just like before.

Bodies moving in perfect unison.

Your went down and he went up.

You pulled and he pushed.

Could it be possible they had known each other in another life?

“Javi,” You whimpered his name over and over.

“Come for me, mi muñequita linda. I’ve got you.”

You cried out in bliss, unraveling all over his cock.

Feeling your walls flutter, Javi felt his own release, and he rasped, “Where, baby? Where do you want it?”

“Dentro de mi,” You nearly begged. “Inside of me, please, Javi. Come inside me, fill me up—”

He grunted out a moan and pulled you down onto his lap, holding you in place as he spilled into you, your cunt milking him down to the very last drop.

“Fuck me,” Javier groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“I just did,” You giggled, breathlessly.

After taking a minute to recover, he swiftly flipped you onto your back, his cock still buried inside you completely with no immediate plans to pull out.

Leaning down, Javier swelled your lips with a slow and sensual kiss. Once he pulled away, he brought a hand to your cheek, gently cupping it in his palm as he echoed his own words from before.

“You’re fucking perfect, mi vida.”

Smiling, you pushed his damp hair out of his face.

“So are you, Peña.”

He chuckled, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

“Looks like we have another secret we’re going to have to keep from Messina,” Javi mused.

“What? That we fucked?”

“That we’re more than just friends.”

Translations

Te ves tan hermosa, mi muñequita. - You look so beautiful, my little doll.

No te vayas. No te vayas con el.- Don’t go. Don’t go with him.

Quedate conmigo. - Stay with me.

“Señorita! Qué le pasó? Estás bien?” - Miss! What happened? Are you okay?

“Puedo usar su teléfono, por favor?” - Can I please use your phone?

“Por supuesto que sí.” - Of course you can.

Mateo, dónde está? - Mateo, where is she?

“Estás lastimada?” - Are you hurt?

“Quédese con el cambio.” - Keep the change.

Para la señorita. Para sus nervios. - For the lady. For her nerves/anxiety.

Dígame, cariño. - Tell me, darling.

Dime que quieres. - Tell me what you want.

Tócame. Por favor, Javier. Toca mi cuerpo. - Touch me. Please, Javier. Touch my body.

Segura? - Are you sure