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ezras--moon · 11 months

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Hot Knife

named after this Fiona Apple song

Came up with this idea a few days ago, talking about it on Discord with the hoes I decided it needed to happen immediately.

Feeding Javi on his yacht turns into something more delicious than fruit.

18+ Minors do not interact

word count: 2623

Warnings: food play, oral (m receiving), Javi G being a whimpering mess, spoiled boy Javi

Applying a fresh layer of sunscreen to his glowing skin, curls still wet from the dip in the sea you’d just taken together, wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around his hip - you couldn’t help but ogle Javi.

The sun was relentless this afternoon, but that made the fruit you were eating somehow even more delicious and satiating. Thinking about grabbing the can of whipped cream out of the cooler off to his side, an idea sprouted in your head.

These strawberries were dark red, almost overripe, parts of them even softening already, but the sweet deliciousness was only outperformed by your lover’s presence next to you.

“Baby, hurry up, I wanna feed you” you purred, your sunglasses sliding down your nose just enough for his devastating beauty to nearly blind you, sending a tingle of affection through you.

He put the sunscreen back underneath his lounge chair where the sun wouldn’t heat it up too much, then curled his soft lips into a smile. “You want to feed me?” “Yes.” you emphasized, getting out of your seat and crossing the distance between your bodies.

Then, impatiently, you straddled his lap, his hands instantly finding your hips and squeezing you with a low hum in his chest.

The scent of the lotion mixed with the salty air of the coast, a warm breeze tickling you as you reached over to pick up a particularly large strawberry with chocolate sauce drizzled on, messily dripping down onto his chest and getting your fingers sticky.

“Open up”, you said, one hand splayed on his sternum as the other brought the sweet red fruit up to his mouth. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and he complied with your request. Your own mouth agape, eyes locked on his lips and tongue as he let you pop it into his mouth, not without more chocolate sauce getting all over his chin.

You leaned down to lick him clean and he laughed; a beautiful sound, making your heart jump.

As he chewed, you’d already picked up a piece of pineapple to follow up with, and he cocked his head curiously.

“Is feeding me really all you’re looking to do right now, princesa?” he teased.

“Be quiet and let me do this, baby” you shut him up, pushing the juicy yellow fruit against his lips.

His hands began to wander, first up your sides, then coming to rest on your thighs where he pawed and squeezed.

The yacht gently swayed in the waves, just off the coast and out of view from the harbor, and you watched Javi chew. A deep breath of relaxation rose and fell in his chest and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the weight of your body trapping him right there and the tastes of the treats you were feeding him.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, open wide” you cooed when a particularly big piece of watermelon found its way in front of his handsome face. He whimpered at your words, squirming a little underneath you.

As the juice ran down his chin and neck, he reached over to grab a handful of grapes, tilting your chin down with the pad of his thumb and groaning at your lips closing around his fingers and sucking as he fed every single one to you.

You leaned in to tongue and lap away more of the juice on his face and kissed him softly at first, growing hungrier for something other than fruit.

“Hand me the cream” you breathed, nudging his nose with your own, then discarding your sunglasses off to the side. He popped open the cooler next to his lounge chair; the hundreds of ice cubes inside glistened like his wet lips in the sun.

“My love, what are you-” he began, but was cut off by you gently pushing two of your fingers between his lips and onto his tongue, and he sucked on them lightly. “Good boy” you praised, “such a good boy for me, baby.”

He whined, a desperate and needy sound that vibrated through his chest and into your fingers. With some polite pressure on his bottom teeth, you made him open his mouth again and squirted some of the whipped cream onto his pink tongue.

It made you smile, the way he took everything you were giving him so eagerly, just the way you liked it.

Your fingers stayed where they were, encased in his hot mouth as he let the cream melt into a puddle and dribble down onto his clavicle.

“God, you’re beautiful - you’re so hot, Javi” you hissed as you slowly pulled your hand away from his face and steadied yourself on his chest.

Feeling him up, letting your fingertips go on a little adventure all over the expanse of his sun kissed skin, you found the trail of dark hair leading down beneath the towel.

He was blushing at your words, watching you get to work as you lifted your weight off of him and moved down between his knees, untucking the corner of his towel that was holding it in place.

His own hands gripped the armrests of his lounger, white knuckles as you sighed, enamored with the sight of him slowly coming into full view.

You took your time peeling away the towel to either side of him and your eyes feasted on his soft tummy and his cock already half hard beneath your face.

But you didn’t let him have it all just yet - you were going to leave some marks first.

With a featherlight touch of your fingertips tickling the insides of his thighs you crawled up to nuzzle his neck, feeling his strong arms loop around your shoulders as you pressed open-mouthed kisses and bites to his skin like leaving your personal signature on a work of art.

The chocolate sauce picked up off the little table between the loungers came in handy then as you popped off the cap and painted a generous swirl around his left nipple, the syrupy sweetness quickly laved away by your eager tongue.

Javi hissed when you circled his nipple, closing your lips around it and giving it a soft nudge with the tip of your tongue before coming back up with a wet pop. “Fuck” he breathed between gritted teeth, a shudder rocking through him.

You grinned before kissing his mouth again, this time letting your tongue gently press into his own, the delicious sweetness of the fruit still lingering.

You parted with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his before it broke and dribbled onto his chin where he wiped it away with the back of his palm, darkened eyes watching you go down between his legs.

Javi reached out to brush your hair behind your ears and cup your cheeks in his palm as you settled in a somewhat comfortable position with the whipped cream in one hand and the chocolate sauce in the other, planning to make him moan and beg for your pussy right there.

“I love you” you almost sang with a smile; he smiled back, crows’ feet at the edges and dimple prominent as ever, and the soft skin of his thighs was so warm and inviting.

You used him as your culinary canvas as you had the cream and the sauce turn him into a walking dessert platter. He took the initiative to hand you the tray of fruits and berries, which you accepted with a giggle and put down at his feet within your reach.

Squishing a strawberry and some raspberries into pulp and letting the juice and the cold mush mingle with the mess on his belly, you finally came down propped up on your elbows and lapped at his skin.

Was it healthy to eat away the sunscreen like this?

It didn’t matter to you then, all you could think about was the heavenly sounds he was about to make at your command.

He watched you lick him clean with his mouth agape, burning desire in his eyes and huffing breaths increasingly desperate as you worked your way down to his happy trail.

The hair was sticky with chocolate sauce, the mix of the flavors so good you let him hear a moan first, hoping to encourage him to join in the wordless love song - and he did.

A pained groan in his throat as he carded his fingers through your hair, the deep rumble in his chest spurring you on to wrap your hand around the base of his shaft.

His groan was cut off by a gasp when you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, licking up to the ridge just below the thick head where you left a sloppy wet kiss.

Your fist just lightly tightened around his girth and he grew even harder, making it difficult to form a fully closed grip around him.

Leaving kitten licks at the most sensitive parts you let him wait a while longer for your mouth to capture him completely. You wanted to watch him fall apart bit by bit, knew which buttons you could push to get him there.

“Please, my love” he finally breathed, and you smiled at him. “Not yet, big guy” you denied, instead letting the chocolate sauce aid you a little bit in your quest to turn him into your main course of the day.

You spread the sticky liquid all over him with your hand, giving him a few tugs and earning a gorgeous array of breathy grunts and his fingers in your hair curling and tugging at the roots.

His cock looked so filthy like that, glistening in the sun, completely covered in burnt umber sweetness. Finally, you fed him into your mouth agonizingly slowly, torturing him for as long as you could muster before you’d grow impatient yourself.

The heady taste of him, just the tiniest hint of sea water lingering there, along with the chocolate was new and exciting and you hummed at your discovery - this was something you’d have to have again some time.

Making a mental note of it and tucking it away neatly behind your bubbling need to feel him hit the back of your throat, you let him guide your head further down his length until your nose was buried in his dark curls there.

You swallowed around him once, twice, making him buck his hips in reflex with a gasp, before moving back up and sucking away the sauce you’d coated him in.

“So needy” you tutted, stroking him languidly and keeping your eyes fixed on his. There was this intoxicating glint in them, his lashes and thick curls of hair slowly drying in the sun shielding him from the sting of the light burning down.

“Yes, I am so needy” he agreed, stroking your cheek with his thumb and loosening the grip he had on your hair as he smoothed it away from your face.

He was slowly getting to where you wanted him, but it wasn’t quite enough yet. Slowly continuing to pump him with your fist, you leaned in to leave a trail of wet kisses from his balls to his inner thigh, settling there to leave another mark matching the ones peppering his throat.

Javi’s breath became increasingly labored as he watched you suck, lick and bite at the sensitive skin and soon there was a beautiful reddish bruise blossoming under your lips.

Giving it a loving peck before going to throat him once again, you watched him sink down and lean back in his seat, head rolling back with his eyes closed, giving you a wanton cry.

You hummed around him, vibrations through his groin turning him into even more of a mess in your hands. Whipped cream came into play when you squirted a straight line of it right over the juncture of his hip and his thigh, wiggling your tongue as you ate it up - and he was eating it up too, with his eyes feasting on what you were doing to him.

“Baby, please, I need it, please” he begged then, breathless and eager to fill a hole, any hole, and those words finally convinced you to give him what he craved.

“Want me to make you cum in my mouth, sweet boy?” you asked, loving the way he squirmed and leaned into your touch when you made him plead for release.

“Fuck- god, yes, please” he whined, and with one more satisfied smile you went back down on him.

He filled your mouth so tightly, lush and thick and warm just like his skin in the sun, your right hand finding his soft belly and your left loose around the base as you drooled all over him.

You got him nice and wet, coming up for air and to spit on the head, spreading your saliva with your hand generously pumping - he was so hard.

You let your jaw go slack and started to bob your head, twisting and slurping and humming against him as the series of whines and grunts you’d been craving filled your ears.

The noises he made were praise enough for you, but they came paired with soft reassurance in words whispered as the waves splashed against the luxurious boat. The sound of seagulls fighting over fish and crabs in the distance and the wind in your hair were fading into the background.

“Oh- oh, god, yes baby” he babbled, tilting his head and biting down on his lip “keep going, don’t stop, please”

You had no intention to stop now.

You’d teased him enough to get him there quickly and the way he was throbbing on your tongue indicated he would be filling your mouth with his release soon - you couldn’t wait any longer either.

A palm cupping his balls and gently thumbing at the soft skin coaxed a filthy, guttural groan from his chest, his fingers in your hair curling tight again.

With a wet pop, you let him fall from your lips only to huff a command, “cum all over my tongue, beautiful boy”

He was back in your mouth in an instant, sucked down your throat and pulsing as his thighs tensed up and the intricacies of his pebbling skin around his trimmed hair all you could see with how deep he was buried.

Then, he did as you’d told him a second ago and his hot release hit the roof of your mouth and then the back of your throat as you kept bouncing your head on his cock like any of your other holes usually would.

Tight lips closed, you caught all of it, not a drop escaping the suckling vacuum you formed around him.

His guttural moan punctuated by his hips bucking into your face satisfied you deeply and yet left you wanting more. Your hands were all over him then as you moved off his cock and back into his lap to kiss him with your mouth full of his cum.

You shared his release like it was the whipped cream long forgotten rolling away from the lounge chairs and leaving speckles of white all over the wooden flooring.

He moaned into the kiss as if you were still sucking his fat cock, which was twitching with residual pleasure underneath you.

Steady on his shoulders, swallowing what was left of him in your mouth and parting with one last sloppy kiss on his pillowy lips, you cradled your head in the crook of his neck, his arms looping tightly around you.

He held you there as he caught his breath and you listened to his heartbeat, smiling to yourself.

Yeah - you could do this every day for the rest of your life.

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bugichor · 2 years

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"𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐"

kinktober part one: javi gutierrez x fem!reader. ao3 link.

summary: javi has to go. you don't want him to.

genre: smut. wc: 1500+.

kinktober themes: morning sex, formal wear, dry humping adjacent.

cw: handjob, thigh riding, praise, cumming together.

an: no use of y/n; i usually write gender neutral but with the use of a gendered language like spanish here, i wasn't sure how to navigate that so i just did fem!reader; also im not doing kinktober by day because i have too much on already but im making an effort to post a lil smut when i can / feel like it :) pls enjoy.

You’re cold when you wake. The haze of the Balearic sunrise is seeping through a small gap in the curtains, casting unwelcome light onto your sleepy eyelids. It’s far too early to be awake but something has stirred you. Or, rather, the lack of something.

You stretch your arm out across the bed, your fingers probing at the white cotton sheets and tangled duvet and all around lack of warmth that should be present. Your groans are muffled by the fluffy pillow your face is oh-so-delicately smooshed into as your tactile search ends with disappointment. Unwilling as you are to face the light, you decide to pry your weary eyes open. It takes a moment for the blur to leave your vision but once it does, you find what you’ve been looking for.

Javi is standing at the wardrobe, his bare back facing you. The muscles of his back are evident beneath his tan skin, shifting alluringly as he searches the wardrobe for an appropriate shirt. You watch the subtle movements of his body: the careful way he moves each hanger, as to make the least noise possible; the way his brunette curls tenderly kiss the nape of his neck; the gentle padding of the soles of his shoes as he shifts his weight from one leg to another. He’s wearing an olive pair of tailored suit trousers, the belt he wears perfectly fitted to his waistline, and a pair of brown boat shoes. You know the outfit he’s putting together, and it’s not one for lazing around in bed all day. He’s got important work to do. And you find yourself immediately and unfairly jealous of whoever he’s decided he’ll be spending his day with.

“Good morning.” He says as he turns to face you, his arms making their way into the sleeves of a white shirt. His raspy morning voice is like warm honey to your ears. He hasn’t been up for long.

“Good morning.” You barely form words; your first sleepy sentence of the day.

“You sound exhausted.” He says sympathetically, his brows forming an expression of gentle concern. His hands fall to his sides, his shirt unbuttoned and exposing the tanned skin of his beautiful tummy. “You should be sleeping. It’s only sunrise.”

“I didn’t know you were leaving me today.” You say somewhat petulantly. You sit up in the bed, legs crossed, and sleepily run a hand through your bed-head.

He smirks at your childish words. “Lo siento, cariña. (I’m sorry, darling)” He teases. His demeanour is playful. He knows you want him to stay and he knows you know he can’t. He enjoys this. He enjoys the feeling of being wanted, almost as much as you enjoy wanting him. “But today is important. I have to go quickly.”

Javi sits on the end of the bed, just a small distance from you, and begins to button his shirt. Before he can get his fingers in the right position, you gently place your hand over his to stop him. His smirk somehow grows even more smug, as if this is exactly what he wants. And with that subtle sense of permission granted, you move yourself close to him, shifting your weight onto his thigh to straddle it. Your arms make their way around the small of his torso and your face fits perfectly into the crook of his neck.

“I really must go.” He says again, quietly now; barely a mumble into your hair as he rests his temple against your forehead.

You don’t listen to him. You begin to kiss the skin of his neck tenderly, smirking as his breath hitches in his throat. His hands find their way to your bare waist, slinking under the old shirt he had that has slowly become yours, and his fingers splay across your back, touching and feeling and taking in every skin cell. This is what he wants. You. He wants you. And you’re going to give yourself to him.

”Cariña, it’s important.” He says breathily. Maybe he means it, maybe he doesn’t. You don’t really care.

You kiss along the skin of his neck, like slow steps across golden floor as you move to kiss his jaw, his cheek and finally his lips. He’s breathing heavily already as you press your mouth to his with tender pressure, his own lips parting to accept yours.

“Don’t worry.” You assure him between kisses, the scent of his breath intoxicating. Your hands move from his waist to his belt, masterfully unbuckling it without a look. “You don’t take long.”

His breath hitches once more as your fingers slip past the buttons of his pants, through the fabric of his boxers. You find his cock already hard and grasp it lovingly, rubbing the skin of his shaft up and down. His head falls back with pleasure, exposing the taut skin of his neck that you more than willingly begin to kiss again.

His moans are deep, drawn-out, desperate and your mouth falls open against his skin, that feeling of wanting, of needing, of pining twists in the pit of your stomach. It turns you on to hear him so needy, to hear him need you and only you, and you feel yourself become wet, saturating a spot on his olive trousers. You begin to move yourself, rubbing yourself against the muscle of his thigh, the feeling of fabric against your area sending electricity through your body.

You’ve never done this with Javi. Most often, you’re too busy with his cock or face between your legs to think of thigh riding for him. But it’s good. God, is it good. His suit trousers wrinkle and crease between your legs as you pleasure yourself, soft pants escaping your lips.

Noticing your moans, Javi lifts his head to meet your gaze again. You watch as he studies the situation, his deep brown eyes blurred with pleasure.

“Cariña.” He murmurs, a gorgeous lust behind his eyes, and rocks his thigh in tandem with you.

You groan at the feeling of his thigh hardening as he tenses his muscles, pressing himself into you at just the right pace. He knows your body well, knows the speed you like, knows the noises you make and their meaning. And he’s smirking again.

Not wanting him to get too smug, you quicken the pace of your hand around his cock and watch his head fall back again, lost in pleasure, a guttural sound leaving his lips. Strings of pre-cum drip between your fingers and your smile becomes a grin. It’s always been a competition for you two. Who can pleasure the other most effectively? Who can make the other cum first? You usually win, but with the way you’re soaking his trousers, you’re not so sure this time.

“Buena chica. Eres increible. (Good girl. You’re amazing.)” Javi rambles in Spanish, his moans getting breathier, louder, faster. He’s close. He’s so close.

He bounces his knee and you ride him hard, your free hand grasping his shoulder for stability as your body jerks up and down with his, your other hand still twisting and turning and pulling the skin of his cock. You feel that ball of electricity in your stomach growing and growing as your moans turn into whines, into cries of lust, of wanting, and of pleasure. It’s too much, too much to handle for any longer. The feeling of fabric against your body, the warmth of his sweating frame close to yours, the pressure of his hard thigh between your legs, the feel of his cock in your hand as he comes close to falling apart. The way he looks right now; so desperate and needy. His skin is taught, his muscles tense, his head settled back between his shoulder blades, the droplets of sweat on his beautiful torso.

You can’t help yourself. You grab his face and pull his lips towards yours, crashing into an open mouthed kiss. You give yourself to him completely, a writhing mess under his spell, and he gives himself to you, his hands tensing and pulling you down harder against his bouncing thigh.

The tsunami is about to hit when Javi loses control, a stream of cum releasing from his cock, some landing across the bedroom, some on your shirt and between your fingers, his moans reverberating in your mouth. The ball of electricity in your stomach explodes and you spout a string of nonsensical words as you cum, the only legible word being “Javi”.

Both finished now, you collapse on top of him as his back crashes against the duvet, two heaving and sweating but oh-so-happy messes. He wraps his arms around your back and holds you close to him, smiling giddily through the high. And he’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen him.

Head pressed lovingly against his chest, you smile a little as you remember how this started. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You ask sarcastically.

He laughs a little then, tightening his arms around your back and pressing his lips against the top of your head. “It can wait.”

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