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grogusmum · 2 years

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Class Of 1974 Taking Chances Part 2 What If

Part 1: Reunion 1974 (a Writer Wednesday fic)

Javier Peña X F!Reader

RATED: EXPLICT 18+

WORD COUNT: 1400ish

WARNINGS: angst, protected PiV car sex, some swearing, a singular spank to the derriere, greedy Javier, Javier's tight jeans. As always, see something? Say something. Pop into my DMs and let me know so I can add anything I ovelooked.

SERIES SUMMARY: Javier graduated from high school in 74', it's 1989. On a sort of whim he decides to go to his class reunion, and sees his old flame, you.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: While driving Javier reminisces about you in the back of is car at the reunion.

A/N: written on my phone (oops), with minimal editing (sorry). I've been struggling with writer's block and it just came to me, so I seized upon it!

Still new to Javi P, so fingers crossed.

Notes on the story itself/PSA: it's 1989, AIDS is still fairly misunderstood and AZT is in trails. No there is no big AIDS conversation, just... its 2022 and we still should be careful folks, HIV is back on the rise. Take care, protect and test 💚

Javier is in his car again. His mind playing back the night of the reunion, the bleachers, the slow dance, the back of the car. He shifts in his seat, his body already responding to the memory.

Javier had you up against the back door, kissing you like a starving man, who feared losing his meal as he dug into the pocket of his jeans for the car keys.

"St-still wearing them tight jeans," you teased coming up for air, "not that I'm complaining."

He loved your post kissing rasp, he had missed it. And that smirk too, he bit your bottom lip and the keys were freed from his Levi's. They jangled like they too were gasping for breath.

He unlocked the front door, reached in and unlocked the back.

You giggled as you climbed across the bench seat. Javier couldn't resist a playful swat to your backside. He'd always loved your ass.

You yelped and turned, laughing. Seeing your face lit with joy and mischief just sent him to the moon.

Javier no sooner had climbed in but pulled you to him, guiding you, so you were straddling his lap. He was already straining against said tight jeans from kissing you. You tasted so good, he had forgotten. How could he have? You tasted like the nectar of the fucking gods to him. How did he ever think he could to do better? Your ass, voice, laugh, the little looks that got him all revved up. He was a fool.

"Please, tell me you have protection, Javi... I didn’t think- I wasn't um- planning..."

He groaned when your denim clad centers met, you rocked your pelvis in what felt exploratory to him, then you gave him a small whine of a moan. He understood, the friction was delicious, but frustrating. You needed more. So did he.

"Yeah babydoll," he breathed, "yeah I've got you..."

He brought his broad hands under you top sliding up on your ribcage rucking it up, he didn't want to lose contact. So his hands stayed on you, he swept them up your shoulder blades and finally bring your black shirt up over your head. You helped with the sleeves and then tossed it unceremoniously over your shoulder, and raised an eyebrow cheekily. He laughed, you could still do a very good impression of him.

The color of the bra you wore was a mystery in the dark but it had a pattern and some lace along the cups, Javier groaned. Driving him to all but attack the button and zip on your pants, while you went to work on the buttons of his shirt. You opened it, and he couldn't help puffing up a little at the Christmas Morning look in your eye. For him.

He couldn't wait any longer to press his skin to yours, you almost startled at his sudden movement. Javier sat up, strong arms wrapping around you, pressing you into him. Just like at the bleachers, he couldn't leave a centimeter of space, not a millimeter. Then one hand came up to hook a single finger under your bra strap, he kind of tangled his hand in it, tightening his grip on you, greedy.

Javier needed his mouth on you, he pulled at the bra, bringing with it your shoulder, the lamp from the parking lot illuminating the curve of it. He bit down, you gasped. He smiled, it was not in pain, but surprised pleasure. He then sucked on it to soothe it. You moaned, and he couldn't help nipping your neck, hearing your call his name like you were breaking the water's surface after being under a moment too long only mounted his greed for more. He wanted them all, every moan, gasp, whimper… he wanted you crying out his name. He would pretend it had never changed, that there had been no one else in the intervening years for either of you. Just you and him.

"We need to get these pants off of us now, Javi!" You growled, breathless.

In a flurry of hands on articles of clothing, clumsy in the small space, you were finally out of them, the effort in the confines of the backseat causing the windows to fog.

Javier covered you. Keeping you wedged in the back seat, crowding you. He still couldn't quite believe you were here with him. Both of you, trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He hated this part but it was necessary, he fumbled for the condom, pulling it out of his wallet, he should had done this before.

You took it gently from him, kissed his nose and opened it. Javier lifted his hips and you slid it over his length. You both were reminded of fumbling efforts when you were teens and giggled, foreheads touching, breathing hard. When you looked into each other's eyes, the urgent fire ignited again.

He brought his hand between your bodies, slipping it down to your core, warm and seemingly ready. Javier groaned at how slick it was. He circled the epicenter of nerves causing you to make all the sounds he was craving. A gasp and moan, a whimper and a whisper of his name-

"Javi. Javi, that feels so… but I need you...now. Please."

'Please', he repeats in his mind. He didn't know he wanted that one.

"Tell me again, babydoll."

He shivered at your mouth brushing the curve of his ear-

"Pleeeaase, Javi."

He hadn't planned to take you so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. In one swift motion he sheathed himself, gritted teeth, as he ground his pelvis into your core, his course curls giving perfect friction on the tiny pearl hidden at the apex of your thighs.

"Javi!" You gasped.

With that he set an unforgiving pace.

At first you just held your ground, perhaps while adjusting to him, just wanting to feel every bit of him. Driving him into a frenzy with your gasps and moans, all his.

Then it was his turn to stutter and gasp, because you suddenly met each thrust, and it was good you were chanting his name, because Javier was sure he would have forgotten it otherwise, for after every thrust, you tightened around him on the withdraw. Pulling on him with a firm hold.

He pulled you up with him into a sitting position, and he hadn't planned it, but he let you take the wheel so to speak. And you took it, and what a driver you were. You milked him for every drop he had. In complete control of your grip. Until you didn’t. The invisble spring that sit in your lower belly tightened, your muscles contracted and Javier growled as you reached your peak. You held him like vice, and then he followed you to his own bliss. He muttered you name like a prayer in your ear. And you breath hitched.

Opening his eyes at the sound, Javier saw tears were streaming down your cheeks, you were smiling… but it was a bittersweet one, though ever warm and adoring.

Javier's eyes glassed at the sight, then took your tears. Kissing them away, while gently rocking into you. Not wanting to part. You wrapped both your arms and legs around him and held on like someone was going to take him from you, he clung to you just as tightly.

But he did let go, and so did you.

There was the kid, and the farm.

There was his work.

The magic of the night vanished the moment you both thought of tomorrow. The clock was moving forward again, and there was no stopping it.

You exchanged numbers and there were more kisses, though chaste, comparatively. And there was talk about whether a long distance thing could work…

Javier turns the radio dial as he drives out of range of the last strong station signal. He finds that Hollies song again, and smiles.

You both found long distance isn't actually working, but Javier thinks he is ready for another approach, as he turns onto 87 North in Albany for All Points Vermont, hoping you are too.

Part 3

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minkmousesworld · 3 years

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idk if I’m doing this right BUT i was thinking of how the morning after the boys (tanjiro, zenistu, and inosuke) first times would be

I finally got to the thirst in my box.

Good morning, love

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pet names, established relationship; first time / loss of virginity, rough sex (tanjirou, inosuke) / soft sex (zenitsu, nezuko), penetration sex (implied, zenitsu), primal kink (tanjirou, inosuke)

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Tanjirou Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, human! Nezuko Kamado

-> 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

❀ You probably wake up the next morning with marks and bites, and no, Tanjirou wasn't too rude or wild at all — at least, he definitely wasn't at the beginning. But when you finally became a family and decided to have sex, he ran out of the patience of the "elder child", spent earlier on restraint during kisses, so as not to try to get more and be respectful.

So the sweet beginning with "are you feeling good, my love?" soon turned into passionate kisses and strong hugs that none of you wanted to break, being too carried away with each other and your wedding night. After all, after the oral sex and light petting that you did before the "wedding", you were actually passionate about exploring each other in a deeper sense.

Probably these bites and marks are mutual, because Tanjirou was actually seductive and moaned delightfully when you were rude, so you left a little more literal memories of last night.

❀ Tanjirou wakes up later than usual — and finally resembles an ordinary person by the hours of sleep, — and he is very sorry. As soon as he wakes up and gives you a morning, chaste kiss, he immediately notices the marks left by him. Oops. But- you just looked so good for a few rougher kisses yesterday, especially when something dirty was said to him and his understanding that he should be 'gentle & caring' was blunted.

Tanjirou looks at the marks with horror, accidentally finds a few scratches and feels so guilty. He really did not expect that he would be so unrestrained and wild. Probably, he should have been more relaxed before your night, instead of rushing at you to get his post-wedding kiss. He's sorry, very very very sorry.

“Oh, I'm sorry, p-please, my love, wait a couple of minutes- there should be ointment somewhere...”

❀ But apart from the wounds he left, Tanjirou is actually happy that you finally became a family and spent the wedding night. And even if you seem to flinch every time he puts cold ointment on your hot body (perhaps sleeping next to a very warm Tanjirou was not the best idea...), but for the first time he feels in such joyful anticipation of the future, which seems wonderful.

“[Y/n], I'm understanding your feelings, but please don't move... [Y/n]”

He gives you a passionate, selfless kiss when it's all over.

-> 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

❀ You probably wake up either holding your pretty in your arms or (gasping) lying under him because Zenitsu is trying to take up as much of your space as possible. Moreover, he moved at night unconsciously, just feeling that he needed your warmth and heartbeat to get comfort after he gave up his virginity and had such an intimate moment with someone for the first time.

Zenitsu just needs to know that you are now with him forever and will not go anywhere, since he is so sensitive and affectionate, like a tamed puppy, after you decide to have a deep relationship with him.

And when he wakes up, gently humming something and wrapping himself around you even more, as if trying to grow into you, you know that he wants the best, even if sometimes his shamelessly affectionate actions can stir your heart. And yet, he looks more like a cat. A big, scared and attention-loving cat.

❀ Your first time was clumsy and awkward, a little embarrassing, especially when Zenitsu hit you a couple of times with a static current of delight, whining and puffing, but making the most guilty face after the realization. But it was also very loving, with gentle touches, enthusiastic whispers and long petting until you were sure you were ready to go further.

And even if Zenitsu wanted to hurry up and was afraid to continue, he also tried to make you feel good, which is why his hot shyness and timid haste perfectly complemented each other when you hugged each other tightly, burrowing into each other's neck and gently stroking hair during the first thrust.

But Zenitsu was so beautiful when he whined your name into your shoulder, clinging to you, as if trying to make sure that everything that was happening was not a dream, while you gently moved, gently filling.

❀ You will lie lazily for a very long time, because Zenitsu wakes up hard and does not let you go while he sleeps; and although you may feel constrained and squeezed, you will surely fall asleep again, lulled and relaxed. It's just that there is something in the presence of Zenitsu that puts you to sleep, feeling at home when he lies defenseless next to you, trying to become a part of you.

If he wakes up before you, then you will find him cooking food to please you in the morning, since he is your loving husband panther. And his food turns out better than you might expect, although he is a little disappointed that he did not manage to bring you food to bed.

You spend your morning in soothing silence, glancing at each other from time to time, but then shyly snuggling up to each other at the table, eating in a relaxed manner.

-> 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

❀ Inosuke doesn't throw you off the bed as you might expect, but instead he possessively wraps around you like an octopus and squeezes even tighter if you resist; he does not threaten you at all, but the feeling of your skin opposite him gives him a sense of calm and security. And while you probably would like a little more space, since your body is a little sore after yesterday, you can't put him away even if you want to.

Because looking at his sleeping, innocent face, you want to squeeze his cheeks and ask who is such a cute boy who is sleeping sweetly after blushing yesterday and trying to behave as aggressively as possible so that you don't notice his embarrassment and awkwardness, so now your whole body is covered in scratches, bites and marks.

But the feeling when Inosuke looks up at you, defeated and accepting you as a winner, sincerely following your orders, still makes you excited and strong.

❀ Your first time was hot and dry at first, especially when he tried to seize control and provoke you, which made your foreplay become an erotic fight, when you then aggressively bit each other, then rubbed hard, pushing, clinging to clothes and leaving marks; but when you finally pin him to the floor, leaving a line of bites, Inosuke sniffs, wet, caught and confused, restlessly twitching under you with an irritably shy expression until you kiss him.

And until he kisses you back — hot, wet, with bruises on his thighs, restlessly running his hands over your back, as if not daring to scratch you, and even when you take his hand, Inosuke only sniffs, allowing you to open him a little more and hang over him, looking at his ruddy face and rising chest, as if this is the most beautiful thing you've seen.

The next kiss is much softer and calmer, like a gift.

... And at the end, exhausted and full, Inosuke only silently hides his face in your shoulder, stroking your back and hair, immersed in his thoughts, until he falls asleep in your arms, as if lulled to sleep.

❀ You wake up being two messes — tired, sleepy, with lots of sore marks all over your body, but outrageously contented and happy, and just rest in each other's arms for a few minutes until Inosuke wakes up completely and pokes your cheek with his finger, promising that next time he will definitely win. It's just luck, okay? Next time you won't be able to seize the initiative so easily!

Next time he will definitely try to let you know that he is not the kind of partner that can be taken so easily. And you better be prepared for that!

After all, you are his mate.

-> 𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

❀ Nezuko curls up next to you, like a big, soft cat that has come to guard your sleep; gently wrapping her arms around your neck to gently bury you in her chest, hiding you from the world. Even when she wakes up, she gently touches your hair, sweetly singing and whispering compliments to you while you sleep, lulled by warmth and comfort.

But she feels so good next to you and so warm that soon she falls asleep again, stroking your cheek.

Only on the second awakening, if you haven't woken up yet, she will agree to come out of your warm embrace into a cold room to prepare breakfast. If you already wake up, then soon she will also wake up, looking for you in confusion to wrap her arms around your body again.

❀ Your first time was shyly gentle and tremulously affectionate. Probably, �� even if you two are not too familiar with embarrassment, — you sat for a long time, just holding hands, before gently kissing and gently stroking each other, as if afraid that this moment of intimacy would disappear if you were too greedy for each other. A tremulous stroking of the cheek, a tremulous touch of forehead to forehead, a soft squeeze of each other's hands.

Your heart is beating so hard like it's going to stop.

You need more time for the compression of the hands to become a compression of the hips, the touches become friction, and the kisses become deeper and stronger, as if after a long hunger; even if it's a little embarrassing to open up to each other like this, Nezuko only pulls her hands to you to press you closer and be pressed tighter, almost purring with pleasure when you stroke her.

More more more

When she kisses you more greedily than with trepidation, wrapping her hips around you, you only give her more.

❀ ... Nezuko gently kisses you, humming before continuing cooking, and with her hair carelessly gathered and the remaining marks on her neck from last night, she looks like a goddess.

And when she kisses you again, giving you a look at her breasts, but only smiling like a cat, enjoying your attention before innocently tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yes, my love? Tea? Coffee?... Or me?”

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