Rating:Language, maybe a few references to sex, mentions of the Gutierrez family history. *SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE*
Summary:It’s been a few days since you’ve spoken to Javi - and you’re starting to think he won’t be in touch … until he is. What will date #2 entail?
Author’s note:
I think I have a better idea of what’s going to happen with this story now, so fingers crossed I’ll be able to have it play out on “paper” the way it’s going in my head. There’s not going to be as much conflict in this story as there is in some of my others, but honestly, I don’t think there needs to be. That’s not to say there won’t be some issues, though.
Thank all of you for the support and the love you’ve shown in the first two parts of this - I appreciate it (and all of you!!!) so damn much.
*Posted this first because I was not ready to drop 5k words of Jay Castillo smut on a Monday afternoon.
The following Tuesday, you were sitting at your desk at work when your phone’s screen lit up. Despite your best efforts to keep it from happening, your heart leaptat the sight of Javi’s name. You’re an idiot.
He’d done exactly what he promised the previous Friday night, the man opening the door of his car and then sliding into the backseat after you. He hadn’t tried to crowd you on the short drive to your apartment building, but he had kept up a steady stream of conversation, his eyes on your face the whole time, his hand resting right alongside yours on the seat between you.
When the car pulled up to the curb, the man was quick to exit, bending down and reaching out with one hand, waiting for you to take it. Like the perfect gentleman, he’d walked you to the front door of the building and then stepped to the side, ensuring that the two of you weren’t blocking the entryway.
Summary: You have a surprise waiting for Javi when he gets home.
Word count: 1000+
Rating:E (18+ only)
Warnings:Explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting, cum eating, biting, hickeys (if you squint), scratching, hair pulling, kissing, established relationship, bad language
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Javi is out for the morning running some errands and he won’t be back until around noon, meaning you get the house to yourself for the whole morning. Lucky for you because the set of black lingerie that you ordered is supposed to arrive this morning. It’s Javi’s favourite–he had seen you looking at it on the Instagram shop page a few weeks back and expressed how much he’d love to see you in it. You bought it to wear for him, you’re hoping to surprise him when he gets home.
The doorbell rings. You rush to the front door–hopes are high, that it will be the lingerie. Looking through the peephole, you see a postman standing outside your front door with a package. Your stomach flutters with excitement, it’s here and you can’t wait to see the picture on Javi’s gorgeous face when he finally sees you in it. You open the front door and take the parcel off the man, then sign his small touch-screen–this shows that you’ve received your delivery. You shut the door as the postman walks away, and then run up to your room to unwrap your parcel.
You rip the box open and tear the packaging off. You smile happily at the lingerie set–they look so much better in person than they did on a phone screen. They look so delicately beautiful and brand-new, definitely worth the valuable price.
Your sights dart across the room to the alarm clock that sits on the bedside table; 11:45, it says. Javi will be home fairly shortly, so you decide it’s best to get changed into the set now. Now in the set, you look into the mirror, admiring the way it clings to your figure so perfectly. Although, you know you’ll be out of the set quicker than you got in it when Javi sets his eyes on you.
Your phone pings; I’ll be home in a few minutes, hermosa, it reads–the message is from Javi. You throw your phone back onto the bedside table, then grab your beautiful, black, silk robe, putting it over you. After that, you vacate your room, going down into the living room. You sit down on the sofa, in a position that will be so tempting to Javi, as you wait patiently for him to arrive.
“Honey, I’m home!” Javi shouts, closing the front door behind him.
“In here,” You call with a seductive tone in your voice.
Javi enters the living room, his eyes immediately landing on you–a sinful smirk, creeping upon his lips. You smirk also, matching his own, as you untie your robe, revealing your surprise for him. His smirk disappears, replaced with a look of need, and desperation. He gradually walks over to you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, craving to savour every inch of your stunning body.
Javi crawls on top of you, kissing you passionately. You tangle your fingers into his thick, brown curls as your tongues glide over each other, continually. Javi shifts his lips, leaving a trail of soft open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, occasionally nipping on the soft flesh. He continues his teasing kisses and nips down to your sternum, then to your lower tummy, where he halts and gazes up at you–as if to ask permission to go further.
“It’s okay, baby, you can keep going,” You say, your voice soft and reassuring. He pressed another kiss on your tummy, before putting his head in between your legs. He peppers soft kisses across your inner thighs, prompting you to permit a few soft moans to flee its crevices. Javi moves his head further up, pulling your panties to the side. He drags his wet tongue through your folds and proceeds to lick your needy clit. Loud moans fill the room, as Javi adds two fingers, thrusting them in and out of you as his tongue continues to work against your clitoris. With each rugged thrust, his fingers brush off that perfect spot deep within you, pushing you closer and closer to your release.
“Oh fuckfuckfuck, Javi, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out in pleasure, prompting Javi to speed up his vulgar movements, bringing you to your orgasm, whimpering in pleasure as your milk his thick fingers. He gradually removes his fingers from your cunt, raising them to his mouth and licking them clean–permitting a moan of satisfaction to flee his mouth.
“Do you want to keep going, or are you too tired?” Javi asks you softly, as he gently strokes your cheek.
“I’m good, Javi, I can keep going,” You respond, stroking the hand he placed upon your cheek.
With that being said, Javi removes all of his clothes rapidly, and then he gradually slides inside you. He wastes no time, thrusting, jaggedly in and out of your moistened cunt. Neither of you take your eyes away from each other for a second, savouring every gorgeous facial expression the other makes as his cock bounces against your g-spot, perfectly. His lips find yours again in a very heated kiss. You clasp your fingers into his thick curls again, tasting him, as he slides his rosy, wet tongue into your mouth. He shifts his mouth to your neck, biting and sucking, as he speeds up his thrusts a little.
You feel a fire building in your lower abdomen, as you come near to your orgasm. You’re so close–so very close. With each thrust he provides you with, the incredible sensation accumulates.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck–Javi, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, slightly dragging them.
“Yeah?” Javi smirks. “Do it then. Be a good girl and show me how much I can make you cum.”
Those words–those filthy words–and that’s what did it, that’s what pushes you over the edge into total ecstasy, clamping down hard on him, as you cum hard over his long, thick cock.
“Oh–fuck, oh fuck,” He lets out a guttural moan. “I’m gonna cum–can I c-cum inside you?”
You permit him. Providing you with one last thrust, he releases a pleasure-filled whimper and pours his load of cum deep inside you, painting your walls white.
The thrusts have stopped. Both of you are panting, trying to catch your breaths, as you hold each other close.
“I love you, hermosa, you never fail to surprise me,” Javi murmurs, before pressing a soft kiss upon your forehead.
