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Make Me Sweat.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+//MDNI!!!!

WC: 6.8k (whoops)

Summary: Javi can't sleep. You can't keep it in your pants recently. Both of you find yourselves dripping on this sunny Saturday morning.

A/N: This is filth. I mean, it's written by me, so it's soft filth, sweet filth, but like, FILTH nonetheless. ♡ Written for my sweet new friend, Kricket @sugarcoated-lame for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange, and inspired by P looking fucking delectable post-workout in that giant navy t-shirt. Thanks, bby boy. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Tags: SMUT, PWP, reader understands basic spanish, author is requesting the reader to look up the minimal spanish used themselves if they can't figure it out with context clues, established relationship, f masturbation, sex toys, unprotected PIV, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, body hair mention, reader fits into Javi's oversized t-shirts, reader is able bodied and has female anatomy but otherwise pretty physically undescribed. i think that's it, lmk if i missed something egregious.

Javier woke with a start, heart racing, breaths coming quick and heavy. He closed his eyes and tried to slow, slow, slow it down. Concentrating on his breath, deep inhale, long exhale, again, again, until he felt the parasitic tendrils of his subconsciously derived nightmare recede. He sat up on his side of the bed and ran his palm down his face, the body-warm sheets pooling at the bend of his waist, the cool night air of the bedroom causing his skin to break out in gooseflesh. He peeked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 5:43AM displayed in bright red light, the time taunting him. Too early to do much, too late to get much more sleep. Javi groaned to himself and decided to greet the day earlier than he anticipated. He leaned over to his side, dropping a soft kiss to the shoulder of his bed partner before lifting the sheets from his body and gently scooting out of bed to avoid waking her.

Javi quietly moved around the room in darkness, grabbing a ratty old t-shirt and some athletic shorts out of a dresser drawer before moving to another to grab a pair of socks and clean underwear. He gently opened the door to the bedroom and padded down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed the pad of sticky notes and a pen from the junk drawer and left a note. Couldn’t sleep, went to the gym. Be back in a bit, amorcito. Te amo - Javi. He peeled the note from the pad and stuck it to the coffee maker, knowing that was the first place she always stopped in the mornings, sure to be seen, before grabbing his keys and wallet from the bowl on the countertop and heading to his car.

“That’s it, mi amor, there you go. Just like that, cariño. Take it, take it, take it.”

You writhed from your place below him, face buried in the sheets of your shared bed muffling your unabashed sounds of pleasure, hands gripping desperately at anything they could find. Javi’s hips smacked loudly against the flesh of your ass, his cock hitting you exactly how you needed as he pounded into you from behind. You felt your orgasm building, the coil of muscle in your lower belly tightening, cunt tightening and fluttering around him.

“Can feel you, hermosa, she’s so tight, baby. You gonna come for me, hmm? C’mon, baby, come on it, need to feel you squeeze it like I know you can.”

You were right there, just a few more thrusts and you’d be tumbling over the edge. You tip your head to the side, wanting him to really hear it when you come for him. You let yourself be noisy, needy whines leaving your lips unbidden, tears springing to the corners of your eyes, the feeling of his thick cock so wholly overwhelming inside of you. You start to cry out in earnest as you feel your orgasm cresting, tears falling down your cheeks, pussy a tight, tight vice, gripping him so strongly you fear you may be torturing him just as much as he is you.

“Javier! Javier! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please, please, ple–”

You wake with a start. Daylight is only just breaking over the horizon, the cool orange and blue glow of the morning shining through your bedroom window. Your brain begins to register where you are, when you are. You groan and reach over, feeling Javi’s side of the bed empty and cool to the touch. You remember your dream and sigh, wishing he was here to finish taking care of you. You look at your nightstand and see the time—just after 6:30AM. You sigh and wonder where he is this early.

“Jav?” you call out. All that meets you is silence. You sigh and flop onto your back. You can try to get yourself off, but it’s never as good as when he’s there with you. You can be a proverbial teenage boy and take a cold shower to try to kill your arousal. You can try to push it from your mind and go make a pot of coffee and just start your day earlier than you’d planned. “Fuck it,” you say to yourself. You roll over to your nightstand and fish your trusty little vibrator from the drawer, turning to lie back and you shuck your wet panties.

You scoot yourself back, propping yourself up a little, making the angle easier to reach as you turn on your toy and bring it down to your mound, teasing yourself a little, trying to ease your mind back into the place your dream had left off. You part your legs, spreading your folds ever so slightly, and you follow with your hand, touch featherlight, barely gliding the vibrator around the outside of your clit. You whimper and let your imagination wander.

“There you are, cariño. Oh, she’s so wet, look at her drip. You’re getting our sheets so messy. That feel nice, baby?” you hear in his voice. You whine and nod to yourself, answering him. “Drag it lower, hermosa, hear how soaked you are?” You obey him, dragging the toy to your entrance, the vibrations meeting the sloppy mess there and causing an obscene splattering, crackling noise to reverberate through the room. You moan out loud at the sound, at how worked up you are. “Delicious, wish I was there to have a taste. Always so sweet when you wake up. Have one for me, baby, get it nice and wet and have a taste,” he instructs in your mind and you comply, dipping the toy inside and giving yourself a few shallow thrusts before pulling it out, viscous line of your slick still attached, snapping over your stomach and leaving drips of you behind as you bring the toy to your mouth and suck, cleaning it of the remaining stickiness and humming at the sweet sour taste of yourself.

You bring your vibrator back down, placing it back down just next to your clit, not wanting to end things too soon. You let Javier’s voice filter back into your head. “Beautiful, baby. Look at you. Goddess in my bed, making herself feel so nice. Go, baby, put it on your clit like you want. Dámelo.” You use your other hand to pull the little hood back, fully exposing the button of your clit to the air for the first time this morning. The feeling sends zings of pleasure down your spine and you shiver, pussy clenching tight with desire. You move the toy to press directly on your button and you see stars behind your eyes, mouth dropping open, a whiny moan escaping your throat.

“Mierda, cariño. Tan hermosa. Come on, baby, rub her nice and fast for me, want to see my girl come,” you hear him say. You click the button to increase the intensity of the vibrations from the toy and start massaging it in tight, firm circles on your clit, the pleasure almost unbearable. You release the little hood from your hold and use your free hand to push up your sleep shirt, pinching at your nipples. The added stimulation was exactly what you needed and you feel your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. You cry out in ecstasy, thighs closing of their own accord as your pussy convulses, waves and waves of creamy slick sliding out of you and down to the sheets below. When the vibrations become overstimulating, you press a long click to turn the toy off and toss it to the side. You lie there for a moment, catching your breath and coming back to reality after so thoroughly rocking your own world. You let out a little giggle, happy hormones flooding your system after such a good orgasm. You snuggle into the pillows for a moment, grabbing Javi’s from his side and inhaling the scent of him that lingers there. The smell of him makes you melancholic for a moment, wishing he had actually been here to experience your morning pleasure with you. You give his pillow a squeeze before putting it back on his side of the bed, throwing your legs over your side and forcing yourself to get up.

You head to your ensuite bathroom first. You strip off your sleep shirt and give your naked body a once over in the mirror, turning to the side and admiring the curvature you find there, a thing you despised for years, but have learned to love through the adoring gaze of your partner. You quickly clean yourself up and brush your teeth before walking to your dresser and grabbing a fresh t-shirt and pair of lounge shorts, throwing them on your body.

Once dressed, you make your way to the kitchen. Daylight has broken over the horizon, bright sun warming the space. You yawn and stretch your arms up high over your head. When you open your eyes, you spot a hot pink square attached to the coffee machine. Curious, you walk over to see what it is and make a pot to share with Javi, wherever he is. You grab the bag of grounds, box of filters, and the measuring spoon from the cabinet above, setting them on the counter, and pull the sticky note away, giving it a read. You release some tension you didn't realize you were holding onto now that you know where Javier is, but you frown knowing he was struggling with sleep, hoping it was just a one-off bout of insomnia and not a symptom of a greater issue.

You dump the requisite amount of coffee grounds into a filter, placing them into the brewing compartment of the machine, filling the water compartment and setting the machine to brew. You grab your favorite mugs—yours a, “World’s Best Grandpa,” joke gift from your little brother, his a vintage speckled cup you found while thrifting that he says reminds him of the mug his dad always used when he was a kid—and set them on the counter next to the brewing pot. You rest your hip against the countertop as the coffee percolates and think about Javier’s note, remembering the last time he dealt with insomnia.

It was early into your relationship. Javier had been home from Colombia for barely a year, still adjusting to the new speed of his life stateside, working the ranch with his papá. He had taken you on a date to the drive-in movie theater and fallen asleep within the first half hour. You’d noticed he had looked tired recently, but weren’t sure if it was your place to pry yet, so you let it be, figuring if it was important, he would tell you. You let him snooze for a few minutes before you gently shook him awake.

“Javier? Javi? Hey,” you softly uttered, rousing him.

“Hmm?” he sleepily replied, smacking his lips and tongue.

“You fell asleep. Is everything ok? Should we reschedule?” You ask, trying to convey nothing but genuine concern with your kind eyes and touch.

“I…what?” Javier starts, confused. “I fell asleep?” He’s visibly embarrassed, cheeks reddening and eyes widening. You can feel his heart rate pick up from where your hand rests on his chest.

“You did. It’s ok, I’m not upset,” you console him. “Just want to make sure you’re ok. Is everything alright? I know this,” you gesture between you, “is still pretty new, but, Javi, I want to know things about you. If something is wrong, I want to know, want you to tell me, want to help if I can. I really,” you trail off momentarily, “I care about you, Jav, a lot.”

Javier sighs and lets his head release, falling towards his chest. He takes a couple deep breaths before he meets your eyes. “I haven’t been sleeping. It’s been, fuck,” he swipes his big palm over his face, “a few weeks now? Can’t get more than a few hours at a time. I’ve been, umm,” he considers his next words. You wait patiently, soothingly rubbing your thumb over his chest. “I’ve been having these dreams. Or memories. I…they feel the same, I don’t know how to describe it. And I can’t, fuck, their faces, I can’t stop seeing their faces, cariño.” You feel something wet drip onto the back of your hand and look up, watching as two more tears fall from Javier’s eyes.

“Oh, Javier, come here, baby,” you coo, wiping his tears with your thumbs before winding your arms around his neck, pulling him bodily to you and holding him tight, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. The movie was all but forgotten that night as you turned down the radio and listened to Javier tell you everything he experienced in Colombia. He told you later on how he was terrified he’d scared you off after that night, but when you asked to see him again the next night, he knew you were something special, someone he didn’t want to lose. You come back to the present, hoping this isn’t his PTSD rearing its ugly head again, but prepared to help him through it, whatever he needs, you’re a team.

You decide to get a head start on breakfast, pulling the carton of eggs, the leftover stir fry veggies from your dinner a couple nights ago, and the cartons of strawberries and blueberries out from the fridge. You bend over to grab your trusty cast iron pan from the lower cabinet and place it on the stovetop, setting the temperature and turning on the oven. You reach for the radio that lives in the kitchen and set it to one of yours and Javier’s favorite stations, swaying to the beat of the music as you crack eight of the eggs into a bowl, using a whisk to whip them into a fluffy scramble before adding the leftover veggies. You season the mixture, dumping it into the pan, and placing it in the oven to bake, setting a timer to check it and fluff the mixture before it fully sets. You turn back to the countertop and grab a cutting board, preparing the strawberries when you hear the garage door open, signaling Javier’s return.

Javier was frustrated. He’d slept like shit, had only a mediocre workout, hit just about every red light on the way home, and then realized he’d left his ear buds on the treadmill after he parked his car back at home. He wished he could start the day over. He took a deep breath and tried to re-center himself before making his way inside, not wanting to drag you into his bad mood.

Javi expected to find you still in bed, the time just past 7:00AM on your day off, but he was pleasantly surprised to find you awake and puttering around the kitchen. He knows you heard him enter the house, but took a minute to admire you from behind while you worked, radio crooning one of your favorite songs, your hips swaying to and fro as you cut fruit for your breakfast. He knew he’d been staring too long already, surprised you hadn’t called him out on it yet, so he moved from his spot in the doorway over to you, gently removing the knife from your hand and winding his strong arms around your waist.

“Morning, hermosa,” he said into your messy bed hair, taking a moment to hold you and reset his day. He felt your body relax in his hold, your hands resting over his own, tilting your head to the side and exposing your neck to him. Javier knew to never look a gift horse in the mouth, tilting his head down, nosing along the tendon there, leaving a soft kiss on your pulse point before continuing their descent lower, down your neck and across your shoulder. You sigh and he smiles.

“You stink,” is the first thing you say to him this morning and it makes him laugh, the two of you long past pulling your punches around each other.

“Went to the gym, did you get my note?” Javier checks.

“Mmhmm, thank you for leaving it. Made me feel better, knowing where you were.”

“Mm good,” Javi replies, giving you a squeeze before releasing you to continue fixing your breakfast. “What’cha got going there, baby?”

He watched you pick up the knife and deftly get back to work. “Have a frittata in the oven, slicing up some strawberries, figured we could throw them in with the blueberries since they’re getting old and need to be finished. Made us some coffee, too. Your mug is out on the counter if you want a cup,” you turn your head and nod in the direction of the mugs. He walks by and kisses you on the cheek before grabbing his mug and the full coffee pot, pouring himself a cup.

“Want me to make you one?” he asks, watching as you shake your head in response.

“That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll fix my own in just a minute, want to finish this first,” and as you finish your sentence the timer beeps. Javi leans his hip on the counter, watching as you bend over, giving him a prime view of your juicy behind. Far too invested to care if he gets staring, he notices your cheeks are bare, loose legs of the shorts doing little to conceal what lies beneath as they ride up just enough while you’re bent over the oven, fluffing the eggy mixture of the frittata. He changes the angle, leaning further to the side and tilts his head to get a better view, fully perving on you now, and he catches a peek of what he’d hoped he’d find. Your sweet, soft, wholly bare pussy greets his eyes. Tan hermosa, Javi thinks, loving the way he can see wetness lingering on your lips. He whistles low and soft, causing you to turn to face him, shutting the oven door and resetting the kitchen timer.

“What?” you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest, inadvertently drawing his eyes to your breasts beneath your shirt.

“Just enjoying the view,” Javi replies, taking a slurp of his coffee, casting his eyes down to your now hidden pussy, before lifting them back to meet your gaze. He watches as your breath hitches ever so slightly in your chest, eyes growing wider. He knows you know you’ve been caught, thinks it’s sweet that you still find it a little scandalous being caught bare around him after how long you’ve been together, everything you’ve been through together. He glances at the timer, 10 minutes remain, he can work with that.

He sets his mug down and moves forward, caging you between his broad chest and the countertop. He’ll never get over the way you look at him, how much want he finds in your eyes. He still can’t believe he gets to call you his, permanently, that you’d wanted to keep him forever just as much as he wanted to keep you. Javier brings a hand up to cup your face, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone and feels you nuzzle into his palm. “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you, cariño? ¿Dónde están tus bragas, hmm?”

He feels you smile against his palm. When you speak, you’re looking directly into his eyes. “Had to take them off, they were all wet.” He anticipated your dirty mouth, but didn’t expect you to say that. He shakes himself out of the stupor.

“Oh?” he starts, softly dragging his hand along your jaw, briefly pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb before they continue their journey down, down, down, over your neck, between your clothed breasts and lower, over your stomach, the muscles jumping at his touch. “Why’s that, baby? Something happen while I was gone?” he asks, touch feathering where he knows you're desperate for him before taking mercy and cupping his wide palm over your heated sex.

“Might’ve,” you sigh, teasing him right back. He loves this about you, you always give just as good as you get, keeping him on his toes.

“Yeah, cariño? What happened? Tell me, baby,” he requests, pushing the heel of his hand up, giving you more of the pressure you’re craving. He feels you tuck your face into his neck, grinding down into his touch, your arms winding around his neck to keep him close, as if he would ever pull away from this, from you.

“I had a sexy dream,” you start. “I, mmm, I—you were railing me, Javier, so fucking good,” you take a second to rub into him, breath hot and damp against his neck. He’s going to get light headed with how fast the blood is rushing to his cock. “You had me face down, ass up. You were, ahhhh, so fucking deep, stretching me so good, had me screaming for you, and I, fuck, I woke up right before I came,” you finish, fully whining now, grinding with his hand in a slow, syrupy rhythm.

“Ángel, mierda,” Javi says. “Need me, baby? Need me to touch that sweet, neglected little cunt?”

“Not that neglected,” he hears you mumble into his neck.

Javi drops his voice to that deep timbre he knows works you up like nothing else. “That so? ‘M I gonna be spoiling her? Giving her this much attention? Sounds like you took care of her already, hmm?”

He feels you shake your head and hum a “uh uh,” sound. You peel your face away from his neck and tilt your head back, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Made her come once, but she needs you, too. Please, Javier, amor, te necesito.” And how can he ever deny you when you ask so nicely?

“Jump up,” he requests, grabbing you by the waist to help guide you as you hop up to sit on the counter. He reaches to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it up your torso. “Lift,” he instructs, and you comply easily, raising your arms overhead as he finishes pulling the garment up and off you, tossing it to the side, using both hands to gently knead at your breasts. You smile and sigh at the feeling and he hums in approval, wanting nothing more than to please you.

Javier grabs your hands, cock twitching in his shorts at the sheer size difference between you, and brings them to pick up where his own left off. “Touch, feel yourself, cariño, there you go,” he encourages, watching as you squeeze and pinch and flick at your own nipples, little quakes traveling through your body at the feeling. He slides his palms beneath your shorts, pushing them down, caressing his hands over the swell of your ass as he goes. You lift yourself up helpfully as he tugs the garment down and off your legs. You’re a vision from his place at your feet, gorgeous tits in your hands, your cheeks heated, breathing heavily, eyelids fighting to remain open. He watches you shiver and he gets an idea.

He reaches behind his neck and tugs his own sweaty t-shirt away from his body. He flips it around and bunches it up in his hands. “Arms up, hermosa,” he commands. You release your breasts from your grip and look at him, eyes glazed over in pleasure. You give him a slightly confused look, but comply, once again raising your arms above your head. Javier carefully guides your arms through the holes before pulling the shirt down over your head.

“Winnie the Poohing it in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. Casual,” you joke, giggling, and it lights his heart on fucking fire. So sexy, so smart, so silly, all rolled into one perfect package for him. He sends a thanks to the heavens, assuming his mamá pulled some strings up there to bring you to him, unable to explain it any other way. He chuckles with you, easing the tension slightly, cooling you both off a little before things get too hot too fast.

“Always so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he remarks, unable to help himself.

“Trying to get me in the shower with you, amor? Could’ve just asked,” you retort cheekily, gently tugging the sweaty t-shirt away from your body.

Javier hums. “No, mi ángel, s’not that…know I’m about to be covered in you—my fingers, my mouth, my cock are going to reek of your sweet pussy, might never be able to get the smell out.” To drive his point home he reaches his hand down to where you’re absolutely weeping for him and drags two of his thick fingers through the wet mess he finds there, coating them thoroughly in your juices before bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale, groaning at the scent of you, before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking and savoring the taste of you. “Wanted you to reek of me, too. Fair is fair.”

Your smaller hands dart out from where they had been holding his shirt, grabbing his face and hauling his mouth to yours. The kiss is feverish, desperate, teeth knocking, tongues aggressively searching each other’s mouth. Javier brings his fingers back to your cunt, gathering your wetness and coating them thoroughly before teasing one at your entrance. The feeling makes you gasp, pulling back from the kiss enough to nod, before he sinks his finger inside you. The tight warmth he finds within your body is incomparable. You both look down to where his finger slides in and out of you, watching the obscenity of it, the beauty of your creamy slick coating the single digit. He gives you a few pumps before adding a second finger. He can feel the stretch of your walls, working to accommodate him so graciously.

“Good girl, baby. There you go, just relax and let yourself feel it. S’nice, so fucking wet, cariño, look how creamy you are today.” He hears you groan at that, your breathing picking up as he explores you from within, curling his fingers to rub against the soft spongy spot he knows makes you see stars.

“Think I’m, shit, think I’m ovulating. Or close, or something. I’ve been so needy, can’t get enough of you. Need you in me, on me, around me all the time,” he hears you say and it almost knocks the wind out of him. You’re not done yet though and you continue, “Honestly, I’m not even mad about the shirt, think the fucking stink of you is making me drip. Pheromones or some shit. Had to shove my face in your pillow this morning after I came,” you finish.

Javi uses his free hand to push his shorts down, finally freeing his hard cock to the warm air of the kitchen. He’s leaking, tip shiny with pearlescent wetness. He uses his free hand to swipe it from his head onto his fingertips, and brings them up to your mouth. “Open for me, hermosa. Taste me, take me inside you like this first, baby.” You’re looking at him like he hung the moon just for you, and maybe he did. He would. He’d do anything for you. You open your mouth for him, so soft and sweet and plush, and he feeds you his own slick at the same time that he removes his soaked fingers from you and brings them to his mouth, getting another taste of you, feeding each other in the most primal way.

Javier grabs his thick cock in hand and gives himself a few strong pumps to take the edge off, loving having your eyes on him like this. He steps back towards you and grabs your right leg first, bending it at the knee, opening your hip wide, and placing the heel on the countertop, messy pussy on full display for him in this position. He swipes his cock through your wet folds, coating himself in your slick again and again. He rubs his head against your clit over and over and over, nerve endings alight, zipping pleasure through both of your centers.

“Javi, baby, fuck, please, please, I need you inside me, please put it inside me,” you beg. And who is he to deny you when you ask like that, his earth angel. He notches his cock at your entrance and starts pressing forward, the wide head of him popping through the tight opening of your sex, both of you moaning aloud at the feeling. He’s overcome with the feeling of being inside you like this. You’re so wet and tight and hot—the temperature of you something he can never replicate on his own.

He presses forward firmly, but gently, knowing he’ll always be a stretch for you to take. “Doing so good, hermosa, keep breathing for me. There you go, let me in, baby,” he praises, having learned his words do wonders to help you focus on the moment and keep your muscles relaxed. He uses his thumb to rub soft circles into your clit, watches as you shiver at his touch, feels you soften further, sweet pussy dripping more slick around him to help him slide forward. Before he presses all the way inside, Javier draws his hips back, cock sluicing out, and presses back in. He repeats his slow, shallow thrusts a few more times, obsessed with how your cunt is coating him in thick creamy wetness, the squishing sound it makes with every movement intoxicating.

He looks at your face as he presses in deeper, extending each of his next thrusts until he’s fully sheathed. Your eyes are closed, mouth agape, lips bitten and kiss swollen, your eyebrows raised in pleasure. You’re breathing heavily, chest rising and falling visibly as you let out the most beautiful noises he’s ever heard. You’re unreal, a goddess divine, and he will gladly worship at your altar until the day he dies.

“Baby, ángel, mi amorcito, eres toda mi vida, me tienes para siempre,” he lets the words fall from his lips prayerfully, immediately making good on his promise.

“Javier, javier, fuck me, amor, fuck me harder,” you gasp out to him and who is he to defy the will of the divine?

“Hold onto me, amorcito, gonna give you what you need.” Javi feels your hands slide around his sides under his arms as he continues to thrust in hard and slow, wrapping your arms around his back and holding onto his shoulders before wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your ankles in the dip of his lower back. “There you go, baby, so perfect for me. Stop me if it’s too much, ok?” He lifts your chin with his finger, meeting your eyes to make sure you’re both on the same page. You look wrecked and he’s sure he’s no better off. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss far less debauched than the last.

You break away and rest your forehead against his, the gesture releasing a thousand butterflies within him. “Ok, I will, I promise,” you reply sweetly, and Javier lets himself go. He immediately pulls almost completely out of your wet clutch before throwing his hips forward, hard. It punches the air out of your lungs on a scream, so he does it again, and again, speeding up with each thrust until you’re nothing more than an animated moan. Your fingers are clutching at his shoulders, half moon divots of your nails leaving him branded with your pleasure.

Javi knows you’re doing well, that you feel good, but he hasn’t made you make that sound yet, the one he knows so well, the one that makes your eyes roll back and body go limp. He changes the angle, bending his knees and tucking his hips under to get leverage towards the front wall of your soaking cunt.

“JAVI, there, there, there, oh fuck, please, baby, don’t stop, please,” you cry out, your pussy squeezing him so hard he fears he may come right then. You start to whimper, breath hitching over and over and he knows what comes next. You can’t help yourself when it gets like this, he knows, so it doesn’t scare him anymore when he sees you start crying, tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows it’s a way for your body to release, ease the tension that’s been building within you. He moves the hand bracing himself against the cabinets to your cheek, wiping away the tears as they flow, giving you the comfort he knows you need when this happens.

“So beautiful, amorcito, so sweet for me, soft little pussy doing such a good job, baby. She’s holding me so tight, so nicely,” he babbles, listening to the way your pussy absolutely squelches for him. He wonders if you’re right, if you’re ovulating right now. The thought sends a shiver down his spine. The most primal part of his brain ignites, making it hard for him to think about anything other than pumping you full of his spend, his seed, letting it take. You’ve talked about it, you’re both open to the possibility and decided to let nature run its course. If it happens, neither of you will be upset about it, and now, he wants it to happen, wants to be the cause, strut around with his chest puffed out, showing the world that you’re his, his goddess incarnate creating life through nothing but your love and pleasure.

He’s brought back to the present when he feels you rocket through your orgasm. Cunt squeezing him so tightly he thinks you might push him out. He hears you scream his name as he continues to drive hard into your favorite spot, fluttering walls of your pussy massaging him from the inside. “Javi, javi, oh shit, fuck, I’m–Javi, I’m gonna—” he hears you get out before he feels a splash against his lower belly and he looks down just in time to see you squirt all over him and the kitchen floor.

“Cariño, mierda, gorgeous, so fucking amazing, look at you coming for me. You’re unreal, mi diosa, mi cielito,” Javier praises as he slows his thrusts, knowing you need it softer after such an intense experience. He strokes his hand over your hair soothingly, petting you gently before bringing his hand to your cheek, tipping your head to look at him and he smiles when he meets your eyes. “There you are, baby. Did so good. You ok if I keep going? I’m close, promise, I’ll be careful with you.”

You smile back at him and his heart clenches in his chest. Your smaller hand comes up to cup his cheek, mirroring him, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone as he did for you. “Go, baby. Want you to come for me. Want you to come inside me,” you encourage him. Not for the first time this morning, Javier feels time stand still.

“But you said,” he starts.

“I know, I know what I said. Do it. Come inside me, Javi. Dump it deep, make it stick.”

Your words rattle around in his brain on loop, it’s all he can think about as he picks up the pace again. He tucks his arms underneath your knees, lifting them up and pressing them back towards your shoulders, opening your sweet center to him fully. He looks down, watching his big cock disappear and reappear over and over again, shiny wet and covered in your come, the thatch of hair at his base coated in your thick white creaminess. He’s going to do what you asked. He’s going to come so deep inside you that it can’t help but take. He’ll give you whatever you want, would give you his own life if you asked.

You must feel him tensing, knowing he’s close, because he feels you sweetly push his sweaty hair back and lean forward, leaving a soft kiss to his damp forehead before giving the wet beads there a little kitten lick, giggling cutely as you taste the saltiness and curling your tongue back into your mouth. Content little menace, teasing like you didn’t just get fucked within an inch of your life, he thinks. It works for him though, spurs him on as he thinks about more of you, little yous, in the world. He groans and feels his balls pulling up, knows he’s right there.

“Come, Javi, please. Want it, fill me, baby. Come on,” you chant, moving your arms down to grip his ass, pulling him into you. He moans loudly, giving you one, two, three more strong pumps before he releases. He convulses with the force of it, spurt after spurt of thick come coating you from the inside. You hold him tight, stroking your hands gently up and down his back soothingly. He feels cherished here in your arms and he can’t imagine being anywhere else right now.

BRRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRING

You laugh and Javier feels it from inside you. “Eggs are finished cooking,” you say nonchalantly.

“Yeah, hopefully,” Javi says under his breath. He grunts softly as he pulls himself from the warmth of your body. He notices you move to get down and get the eggs and he stops you immediately. “No, you stay right there. And keep your hips up, need all the help we can get,” he says as he nods towards the devastating mess of your pussy.

His words send a shiver through you and you whimper quietly, staying in your position as he requested, reaching a hand down to cup your mound and hold in as much of his come as you can. The sight makes him feel feral and he growls. He leans over and kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment before he pulls away to get the breakfast you so kindly prepared for the two of you out of the oven.

“Mmm, smells delicious, cariño. Thank you for cooking for us,” Javier praises.

“It was nothing, really. Easy recipe. It’ll be a good one to use with kids actually, can use it to trick ‘em into eating their veggies, too. Just load it up with cheese,” you chuckle in reply. Javier looks at you with stars in his eyes, the way you’re already making considerations for an expanding family. He can’t help the way he pulls you in, kissing you with everything he’s feeling, how thankful he is for your presence in his life, how deeply in love he is with you, how excited he is for your future together. You give it to him right back and he knows.

“Thank you,” he reiterates, leaning his forehead against your own.

“Of course, Javier. Can’t imagine doing it for anyone else, with anyone else. Now can you please run to the bedroom and grab me a pair of panties from the drawer? I’d like to be able to use this hand at some point today,” you laugh and he laughs in return.

“I’ve got you, hermosa. Un momento.” Javier scampers to your bedroom, grabbing your favorite pair of comfort panties before making his way back to the kitchen. He holds them up and you smile at him in a way that lets him know he made the right choice. He helps slide them up your legs and over your behind, using his fingers to flatten the waistband around your hips. “Here, let me grab your t-shirt,” Javi says, moving to grab your discarded clothes from the floor.

“No, Jav, it’s ok. Want to wear this one,” you reply, nuzzling your face into the shoulder of his dirty, old t-shirt. He swears his cock gives a feeble twitch at the sight.

“Ok, baby, that’s fine. You can keep that one,” he confirms and holds out a hand to help you hop off the counter.

“Good,” you reply, hands dusting off your thighs, the shirt fitting you in your favorite way, as you’ve told him, just covering your panties. “It makes me feel sexy, I can’t really describe why, but I do. You’re just so fucking broad, baby, your shirts hang off me, it’s hot as fuck,” you’d told him once and he never forgot it.

“We’ll have to get you some more, make sure you have plenty of options,” Javier started. “Need you to be comfy while you cook,” he finished, reaching a hand out to casually graze against your lower stomach. He looks up to find your jaw dropped open, eyes getting that faraway, glazed over look, and he knows what’s coming next. “Baby, your breakfast,” he reasons.

“Fuck breakfast, we have a microwave. Can you go again?” you ask, reaching out to palm at his semi-soft cock.

The feeling of your hand against his sensitive skin makes him shiver. “For you, cariño? Always.”

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Maintenance Request: Chapter 14

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.9k

chapter summary: you (1:17 AM): staying the night 😇 a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, pet names (honey, baby, gorgeous, darlin’, my smart girl, my pretty girl, my good girl, sweetheart, handsome, cowboy), fondling, kissing, cuddling, dirty talk, mention of hickes/sex bruises, mention of (consensual) somnophilia, mention of breasts

Chapter 14

Friday, October 25 (still) Ninth week of the semester

Lying in bed next to Joel was something you didn’t know you’d been missing until you had it. You set your phone aside after you texted Beth that you were staying over and immediately curled back into his arms. He held you tightly and buried his face in your neck. “You feel good in my arms like this, sweetheart.” He pressed short kisses along your hairline and you smiled.

After a few moments Joel managed to pull away and stand beside the bed. He leaned down to grab your hand. “Think we could both do with a quick clean up, before we pass out.” You sighed, but nodded, knowing he was right. “I’ll use Sarah’s, mine’s just in there — go right ahead.” He gestured towards his en suite bathroom before turning and heading down the hall, stark naked. You grinned as you watched him go.

You perked up a bit at the opportunity to explore another of his spaces. Flicking the light on, you realized it was another nice, well-planned room. Tidy, and you wondered if he had cleaned for you after all, or if it was always like this. The theme was clearly blue, just blue, as everything inside was a shade of blue, down to the accent tile and the shower curtain. You quickly took the opportunity to clean up — it was thoughtful of Joel, to realize you’d need to pee after, and you wondered how many long-term partners he’d had before — and then poked around a bit. His drawers were a bit messy but not overcrowded, and you found an extra toothbrush in a multipack under the sink.

Stepping forward to grab his toothpaste, you finally caught sight of yourself in the mirror and your mouth dropped open. You looked wrecked. Every inch of you absolutely screamed “well-fucked”. You had hickies on your neck — so many more than you remembered getting, especially down your collarbone — and as you poked at them, you realized there was a light bruise in the shape of his hand on your hip, which pleased you greatly. Your lips were swollen and tender and your eyes were wide. You looked as worked over as you felt.

You quickly brushed your teeth, and were inspecting your reflection again when Joel stepped into the bathroom behind you. You smiled, taking him in. He looked wrecked, too. His lips were puffy, and his hair was absolutely ridiculous. And you’d left your own marks behind.

He leaned against the doorframe behind you and winked. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

You leaned your weight to one side and met his eyes in the mirror. “Hey there, yourself, handsome.” You tilted your head in question and raised your eyebrow when he didn’t move or come closer. He shook his head.

“I was about to offer you some clothes to wear to sleep, but now I’m just thinking about how good you look, standing naked in my bathroom. Maybe I’ll just keep you here, just like this.” You laughed.

“Might get cold,” you teased.

He finally pushed off the wall and stepped towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing his chest flush with your back, all while maintaining eye contact in the mirror. “I’d keep you warm, honey.” You shivered when he kissed your shoulder.

“You’ve been using that one more,” you pointed out, running your hands up and down his forearms.

He rested his chin on your shoulder and smiled. “‘Cause I can see how much you like it, you know.” You smiled, a bit sheepish. “It’s not your favorite, but I think we’ll reserve that one for moments just between us.”

“Oh? And which one is that?” You knew before you asked, of course, but you wanted to hear him say it again.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, and nipped at your neck. “My smart girl knows exactly which one it is.” You grinned. He was right. Any combination of “my” and “girl” was your favorite, but he was also right that maybe you’d save it for when you could be alone. Possibly with a bed. Especially when he called you his good girl. You shivered again at the thought. He noticed and smirked.

His right hand traveled slowly up your torso to cup your breast, and you arched your back a bit in response. “I promise I will give you some clothing, honey, I’m just appreciating what I’ve got in front of me, for a minute.”

You shook your head. “I’m appreciating you right back, Joel.” You nudged your hips backwards and felt his soft cock twitch against your ass.

He laughed. “Ok, ok, let’s go. No more of that tonight. Well… not right now, anyway.” He stepped back from you and lightly squeezed your ass cheek as he ushered you in front of him, back into the bedroom.

He’d gotten some clothes out and laid them on the bed, though he’d obviously gotten distracted from even putting on his own briefs by the sight of you in his bathroom. He took a moment now to slip them on as he handed you a large t-shirt that said “Miller Bros.” across the back. You held it up questioningly. “You got a side business, Mr. Hot Construction Guy?” He laughed.

“Used to be in business with my brother. Still am, sort of, he just runs it now. I wanted something with steadier hours for Sarah, and something that would let me actually use my degree.” You nodded, despite still not knowing what his degree was in. You decided you’d ask later, you were too tired. You knew you’d want to ask him way too many questions if you started now. Your curiosity would get the better of you and you’d never get to sleep.

You slipped the shirt on and decided you’d go commando. He’d apparently changed out the sheets while you’d been dithering in his bathroom, and the easy domesticity of it made you smile. He was good at taking care of you.

Joel sat down on the bed and invited you down beside him after you shut off the light. “I did a quick run downstairs and made sure the door was locked ’n everything.” He murmured, pulling you towards him.

“Naked?” You teased, and he laughed.

“C’mere, honey,” Joel tugged you back down by the waist and you went willingly. He pulled you into him, spooning you, his warmth pressing into you from neck to toes. He nuzzled into your shoulder. “You fit so well in my arms, gorgeous. Such a perfect fit.” You sank into his arms and his praise and smiled.

“Your arms feel good around me, Joel.” He pressed kisses up your neck to your chin and he lightly nipped at your jaw before pressing a soft kiss in the same spot. You squeezed his hand with your own and twisted your hips until your ass was pressed firmly against him. He sighed.

“Let’s get to bed, honey, I have plans for you in the morning.”

“In the morning?” You let a little bit of a whine into your voice. “Hmm that’s too far away.”

He laughed. “Well what do you want me to do, darlin’, wake you up in the middle of the night?” You bit your lip. It was one of your favorite things, but you didn’t want to ask him for too much, too soon. You had to trust someone, to even want it.

But this was Joel. You decided you’d at least bring it up.

“Well, you could.” He stilled. “Wake me up, I mean. Anyway you’d like.” You felt his cock twitch against you again and you smiled. “With your fingers, maybe. Or your mouth.” You pressed back into him again. “Or your cock.” Suddenly his arms tightened around you and he groaned.

“Shit, honey, can’t say things like that to me,” he thrust his hips forward, but you could feel that his cock was still soft. “Too old to get hard again so fast, baby, not after the way you wore me out. But, um,” he trailed off, and you squeezed his hand again to urge him on. “You’d really want that?” You nodded, biting your lip. He moved his mouth to your ear. “Baby, I would love to give that to you. But maybe I want to talk about it a little more first.”

You smiled. He was too good. “Alright. we can talk about it.”

“And not while we’re in bed.” You nodded, agreeing. “Goodnight, gorgeous.” You sank into him, letting your fatigue wash over you. The last thing you heard before you slipped over the edge was his voice, murmuring, “ain’t never letting go of this.”

...

Saturday, October 26 Ninth week of the semester

The first thing you registered the next morning was warmth. The second thing was Joel.

He was plastered along your back, knees tucked up behind yours, arm solid around your waist. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and you shivered. You stretched a little, wondering if you did have time for a bit more fun this morning, and glanced at his clock.

Shit.

You’d both had hopes for the morning, but you woke to the realization that neither of you had bothered to set an alarm the night before.

“Joel,” you murmured, patting his arm. You cleared your throat. “Joel.” You said his name louder this time, and he made a questioning noise that sounded a little bit like your name, still clearly half-asleep. “Joel, we overslept. It’s 9:30.”

He started, and said, “darlin’, what?” His arm curled tighter around you and you felt his hardening cock nudge against your naked ass as his hips thrust forward.

“Joel.” You reached back and pinched his hip, and he jumped.

“Sweetheart–”

“Joel, it’s 9:30.”

He froze, and then suddenly sat up. “Shit.” He sighed, and ran a hand over his face, before looking down at you. You rolled onto your back to look up at him, and realized your borrowed t-shirt was almost completely bunched up above your breasts. And you weren’t wearing anything else.

Joel clearly noticed this as well and groaned, leaning down to rest his forehead on your sternum.

“9:30? Shit, honey, I have to get Sarah in an hour.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your chest and you sighed, bringing your hands up to card them through his hair.

“Guess we should get up now, hmm? Don’t want you to be late to get her.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but he didn’t sound happy about it. “I had big plans for you this morning, sweetheart. Next time I’m setting an alarm.” You smiled. Next time. “Don’t know how I’m supposed to let you out of my arms, looking like this in my bed.” His gaze traveled over your exposed body and you squirmed.

“Do we have time to shower?” You could feel how much you needed one.

“We do,” he leaned in to kiss you softly, “but only one shower.” He raised his eyebrows at you and you laughed.

“Joel, if you wanted to shower together, all you had to do was ask.”

“’s’at right? Ok, then. Baby, come shower with me. Please? Let me rub you down, get you nice and clean.” His voice lowered as he leaned towards your ear, finishing his plea with a kiss to your neck.

“Mmm, you gonna clean me up, cowboy?”

“Well, I reckon it’s only fair. I did get you mighty dirty, after all.” He grinned, proud of himself, and you laughed.

“Alright, then, take me away.” He stood and pulled you up with him, guiding you by hand into the bathroom. Inside, he guided you to stand by the toilet while he turned on the shower. “I’ll grab clothes for when we’re done, so you can take care of what you need to, I’ll give you a minute.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness.

When he returned, you were stripping out of his Miller Bros. shirt. You felt his hands slip around your waist as you pulled the shirt over your head.

“Mmm, I said this last night, but you look good in my home, darlin’. And in my shirt”

You smiled and kissed him. “C’mon, Joel, we are so gross right now.” He laughed, and nodded, letting you step into the shower first. He followed behind and slid the glass door shut behind him. His shower was large and spacious, with clean, off white tile and amazing water pressure.

“This is lovely, Joel.”

He grinned. “Did it myself. Sarah kept telling me the old bathroom was ‘so ugly, dad, oh my god,’ so I let her help me redesign it and she helped a little bit with the actual renovation.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Until she got bored, anyway.” You laughed. “But she’s got a good eye for design.”

He let you stand under the spray, let the hot water rinse all the evidence of your evening away.

“I’m afraid your options for soap are smelling like me or smelling like Sarah, and she’s still into that shit that smells like strawberries and sugar. And to be honest, baby, I think I’m not too into the idea of you two smelling the same.”

You laughed, agreeing. “Joel, I’d rather smell like you, anyway.” He grinned.

Joel produced a washcloth and did as he promised — he washed you, gently, and got every inch of you clean. His care for you was obvious in his movements, and it felt a lot like that word you weren’t letting yourself even think yet. You let yourself sink into the feeling anyway.

When he was done you made him lean down so you could wash his hair, and then helped him rinse it out afterwards. He looked ridiculously hot with his hair wet and curling around his face, and you told him so. He smiled and actually blushed, which was just charming after the dirty way he’d talked to you while fucking you into the mattress the night before.

After getting clean, you stepped into his arms and squeezed. He held you for a moment under the warm spray, humming. “This has been the best first date of my life, sweetheart.” You nodded.

“Mine too, Joel.”

“When can we go on another one?”

You laughed. “When are you free?

“Hmm,” he looked thoughtful as he turned off the water and opened the shower door to grab a towel. He wrapped it around your shoulders and started to dry you off. “Sarah and I are having movie night tonight, but tomorrow she and Tommy are watching some show they both love that I can’t stand. You free tomorrow night?”

You grinned. That was sooner than you’d dared to hope for. “I am.”

He closed the towel around you and pulled you forward into a kiss. “Perfect.”

He pointed out the clothes he’d left you — sweatpants and a t-shirt, this time — before reaching for his own towel.

“I could just put my own clothes on, to go home.”

He tilted his head, considering. “You could wear my shirt with your pants from yesterday if you want, honey, but I don’t mind you taking my clothes with you.” You shrugged and agreed, and went to find your pants, wherever they’d ended up. You’d have to go commando, which made you wrinkle your nose, but your underwear from last night was a lost cause, both in that you’d soaked through them and that they were actually lost — you had no idea where they were in Joel’s bedroom.

Once you were dressed, the two of you headed down the stairs for Joel to drive you home. You checked your phone while he gathered Sarah’s soccer stuff and found you had 5 text messages from Beth.

bestie (8:47 AM): you better be getting dicked down so good you forgot your name (8:48 AM): since you haven’t texted me yet to tell me you’re still alive this morning

(9:07 AM): you better be having the BEST SEX OF YOUR LIFE

(9:28 AM): best friend, requesting proof of life

(9:47 AM): 10 more minutes or I’m coming over there

The last one was sent just four minutes ago, and you laughed. Joel looked at you, but you just gestured at your phone. “Beth is checking on me, and being ridiculous.” He smirked.

you (9:51 AM): I’m alive, you absolute dork

bestie (9:51 AM): SHE LIIIIIVES (9:51 AM): well? was it?

you (9:52 AM): what

bestie (9:52 AM): the best dicking of your life?

you(9:53 AM): 🙄 you’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met

bestie (9:53 AM): …

you (9:54 AM): … yes

bestie (9:54 AM): I KNEW IT (9:55 AM): that man just carries himself like he knows what to do with it

you (9:55 AM): 🤦‍♀️

bestie (9:56 AM): am I right or am I right

you (9:56 AM): … (9:56 AM): you’re right

bestie (9:57 AM): of course I am (9:57 AM): i’m always right

you (9:58 AM): he’s about to drive me home. he has to go get Sarah (9:58 AM): and then we’re going to dinner tomorrow

bestie (9:58 AM): hell yeah (9:59 AM): that man is in. to. YOU

you (9:59 AM): I thought the forbidden thought earlier

bestie (9:59 AM): it’s way too early for that babe

you (10:00 AM): no, I know but I just mean (10:00 AM): I thought it and it didn’t scare me, you know? (10:00 AM): it was exciting instead. like it could be exciting and fun (10:01 AM): to get there together (10:01 AM): like it could be good

(10:03 AM): Beth hello

bestie (10:03 AM): I’m just (10:03 AM): so proud of you

you (10:04 AM): omg

bestie (10:04 AM): that’s so great, I’m so happy for you (10:05 AM): I teared up a little (10:05 AM): I think this is going to be really good for you babe (10:05 AM): Joel seems like a good guy

you (10:06 AM): he is

bestie (10:06 AM): ok find me one next

you (10:06 AM): well (10:07 AM): he does have a brother (10:07 AM): but apparently he’s a mess

bestie (10:08 AM): no thanks (10:08 AM): I’m not in the market for a fixer upper

you (10:08 AM): lol

Your conversation with Beth carried you through leaving Joel’s house and getting into his car. You only realized after you’d backed out of his driveway that you hadn’t gotten to see the garden.

“Joel!” He startled and almost stopped the car.

“What? What is it?”

“You promised me a garden tour! And the video!”

He pulled up to a stop sign and stared at you. “Honey, I thought something terrible had happened.”

“What, in the five minutes we’ve been in the car?”

He started laughing. “Jesus. ‘Bout gave me a damn heart attack.” You started laughing too, and Joel shook his head and drove through the intersection.

“I figured we don’t have enough time for the video or a tour, sorry, honey.” He reached over and squeezed your thigh, and sighed.

“Yeah, but I do want that tour, Joel. And to watch the video.”

He nodded. “I promise, darlin’, next time you come over, we’ll do the whole thing.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

Joel really did live pretty close to you, you realized, as he arrived at your apartment complex less than fifteen minutes later. You asked if he wanted to come up, but he shook his head.

“If I come inside, darlin’, I’ll never get Sarah in time.” But he did get out and meet you at the passenger door.

“I thought you weren’t coming inside,” you teased.

“M’not. But I do want a goodbye kiss,” he murmured, leaning in close to pin you against the side of the truck. You smiled at him as he cupped your cheek in his hand. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently, once, twice, and on the third time he lingered. You slipped your arms around his waist and under his shirt. He hummed. “Can’t keep this up, baby, or I’ll end up chasing you inside.”

You smiled and pushed him back slightly. “Go get your daughter, Joel. And tell her I say hi.”

He nodded. “I’ll call you later.” He kissed you again, quickly.

“You’d better.”

He stepped away from you, letting you walk past him towards your apartment. At your front door you turned to find him leaning back against the truck himself, watching you go. You waved and went inside.

…

Joel (10:32 AM): I don’t know how I’m going to wait until tomorrow to see you again, honey.

you (10:33 AM): you just saw me 10 minutes ago when you dropped me off, smooth talker

Joel (10:35 AM): It’s just the truth. Miss you already.

you (10:35 AM): 💕 (10:36 AM): call me later

(10:36 AM): and tell Sarah I say hi

Joel: (10:41 AM): I will. Can’t wait, gorgeous.

…

you (10:27 AM): I’m home

bestie (10:28 AM): you SLUT (10:28 AM): TELL ME EVERYTHING

you (10:29 AM): rude (10:29 AM): maybe I won’t tell you anything

bestie (10:30 AM): RUDE (10:30 AM): was it good

you (10:31 AM): Beth (10:31 AM): it was so fucking good

bestie (10:33 AM): I KNEW IT

you (10:45 AM): are you busy? dinner? he’s going to call me later after movie night with his daughter and we’re going out again tomorrow and I have SO MUCH TO TELL YOU

bestie (10:53 AM): you think I’m waiting until dinner? I’m 15 minutes away

you (10:54 AM): you’re ridiculous

bestie (10:55 AM): I have coffee (10:55 AM): and donuts

you (10:56 AM): … I’ll allow it

bestie (10:56 AM): like you could stop me

…

you (10:50 AM): morning, sunshine! what are you doing today

Ellie (10:55 AM): hanging out with Riley!

you (10:55 AM): ooh fun

Ellie (10:56 AM): how was your date??

you (10:57 AM): it was really good. I heard a new local band you might like. he taught me to dance 😵‍💫

Ellie (10:58 AM): were you actually bad at it

you (10:58 AM): rude! I was… fine

Ellie

(10:58 AM): sure (10:59 AM): at least I didn’t make a joke about you ~dancing~

you (10:59 AM): Ellie! (10:59 AM): 🙄

Ellie (11:00 AM): I mean it’s pretty late in the morning already I figure you had a ~sleepover~

you (11:01 AM): I’m not going to talk to you about that

Ellie (11:01 AM): omg you did!!!

you (11:02 AM): ells I’m really not going to talk to you about that

Ellie (11:02 AM): lol like I want to know (11:03 AM): gross (11:03 AM): are you going on another date

you (11:04 AM): tomorrow

Ellie (11:04 AM): wow (11:05 AM): I mean I knew you liked him because you’ve been pretty pathetic about it but he’s a good guy right

you (11:06 AM): thanks 🙄 but yeah he’s a good guy (11:06 AM): like an actual good one. like I’d introduce you and wouldn’t be worried about it

Ellie (11:07 AM): hmm (11:07 AM): ok ill give him a chance or whatever

you (11:08 AM): thanks Ellie (11:08 AM): Beth is about to come over and accost me

Ellie (11:10 AM): good luck with that

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