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hwajin · 1 year ago

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☆°. — doute | hhj

genre: smut, angst

pairing: hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: talk of insecurities, implied unprotected sex, implied cumming inside

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Perky hill beneath layers, Hyunjin entered the room to a view most pretty – he loved watching you when you thought to be alone, when body and mind were as though floating across the room carelessly, when you believed yourself to be in lonesome. A smile danced across his lips, one of adoration – you looked peaceful, and if he could, if he chose it he would stay watching you an eternity, in secrecy by the frame of the door.

You laid stomach down on the bed, a book propped on the pillow before you. Hyunjin knew your elbows were slightly sore by now, though you loved reading in said position there had never been a day where you haven’t complained about your elbows grazing against the mattress over time, how the material started to get rough beneath your skin, how it called for you to switch to your back, holding book uncomfortably above you. You always complained and never changed ways, and though Hyunjin had to be annoyed by it he never seemed to be. He loved seeing you quarrel, loved your lips pucker up beside the plush of your cheeks, your brows furrow in frustration. It had his mind in laps.

He came closer, quiet steps to not disturb you. Despite the warm temperatures you had draped over a light summer blanket, not as much as transparent silk, over your lower body – Hyunjin loved watching you when you thought to be alone, yet he couldn’t believe your self-consciousness expanded to moments even in lonesome.

Hyunjin would like to believe, would like to make others believe that the first time he had seen you, the first time he had laid eyes on you he had barely taken in your physical appearance, except the way you talked, alluring and soften words jumping off your lips like droplets of rain on a body of water, and your eyes that had looked at his so confidently until they haven’t been, until you’d converted them with a gaze shy, skin blushing. He liked to believe that said shyness, pretentious confidence, giddy nervousness hidden beneath, because you had committed later on that by then you had caught feelings already, and Hyunjin hadn’t been any better, that those things had been the only ones he remembered from first meeting you. From first talking, laughing, spending time with you.

But that would be a lie. The first time you had turned to face away from him, to grab something behind you, or to talk to the person that had entered the room, or for a reason Hyunjin couldn’t all too well remember, his eyes had found your bottom, for only two seconds before he’d noticed he was staring, yet noticing the way the material of your jeans hugged your body in a way that left him dizzy, that left the view of you from behind imprinted within him. Feeling dirty because his mind had started wandering, feeling guilty because after catching glimpse of your behind he had took notice of your body in its’ whole, couldn’t not. The way the materials of your cloths stretched over the expanse of you whenever you stretched, revealing curves barely visible behind shirt, revealing skin so plush it had gotten him blushing. Had only then noticed how your thighs grew in size whenever you sat which got his breath quickening, though noticing, too, how you’d been quick to hide them beneath jacket or sweater – having understood back then already that your body wasn’t a subject comfortable to you, having not understood back then, nor understanding now why, nevertheless. His mind had troubles reciprocating your very own view of yourself, one of frequent negativity, when his entire being feared to implode within each other if he as much as stole a glance of you. He thought you must be crazy for your body was a temple, in his eyes.

He reached you, plopping himself by the edge of the bed, hand on your covered bottom. You jumped in genuine surprise – whenever you read you were worlds away, and it amused Hyunjin anew and anew, making it oh so easy to dote at you, to tease at you. He chuckled at your reaction, making you blush in response – he loved seeing your skin darken at antics his very own; the more mundane the better, knowing it was him responsible for your fluster and shyness. He would never not find it adorable.

“Hi.”

A mumbled greeting before his lips met your temple, mouth pressing against skin and hand squeezing plush flesh – it was a gesture sweet though you jerked at it, hyperly aware of the placement of his hand.

It hasn’t been that long ago when you would have laughed at the idea of being so utterly comfortable with another person touching parts of your body you have deemed to be unworthy of outer attention. Would have laughed at the way Hyunjin would frequently obsesses over said parts, seemingly on purpose – whatever you’ve been most insecure, most conscious about he happened to love most, happened to be needing to touch and caress and dote on most often. Admittedly, his very loving had brought upon your comfort, so more often than not you were thankful.

Hyunjin also seemed to have never-ending knowledge of whenever you did, still, feel self-conscious. Though said times drastically decreased ever since with Hyunjin they yet didn’t cease to exist, much to your dismay – though, whenever Hyunjin sensed such moods, such lows, he was loving on you even harder than he normally was; so maybe your insecurities brought upon something good, after all.

Hyunjin’s lips made their way to your cheek, nearly nibbling at the skin until you protested in giggles, making him snicker and move towards your nape, mouth tracing wet patches across your body from behind. Teeth grazing ear – which you allowed this time around, sighing out at the feeling –, tongue darting out to lick up skin across shoulders, or neck, or upper back. You didn’t protest, let the feeling of his touch engulf you in most silken robes, in most quiet waters. He was determined yet slow, knowing his destination yet waiting to reach it, patient to arrive. Only after felt hours – it must have been two minutes, at best – Hyunjin lifted your shirt, exposing entire back, exposing the lack of a bra, exposing the shivers that had accustomed your body the moment he had touched you. Hyunjin’s lips found your skin as though they were destined to, kissing and tongue grazing against the expanse of it, biting down lovingly at the rolls created by the position you laid in. It alerted you, made you utterly aware of yourself, uncomfortably so – and then Hyunjin kept going, humming the further he went, wet kisses leaving shivering reminders of his love across your skin.

Then he draped the blanket off your lower body, hand finding bum anew, lips moving dangerously close towards it, and you whined out softly at attempted protest. Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, lips yet connected to your skin though eyes shooting up in hopes of finding yours, though you weren’t courageous enough to face him – knowing what he would say if you admitted to self-consciousness, predicting his reaction if you said the words. So you didn’t look at him, waited for him to break the silence.

“What is it?”

Words a whisper and you cringed at them – you hated explaining yourself, which Hyunjin knew yet never spared you; you knew it was for your best. Eyes finding his after all, utterly aware that his hand yet hasn’t left your derriere, nor would in near future – he was determined now more than ever, and a chunk of uncertainty disappeared altogether, merely at the way he looked at you; eyes boring into yours with an expression of thorough disbelief, as if your doubt was the strangest, most outer-wordly thing Hyunjin has ever heard. That alone, his genuine confusion, erased said doubt by ten-fold.

“Nothing, just a weird day. Feeling a bit… a little insecure, that’s it.”

Voice thin though Hyunjin heard you well enough, humming in response. Compassionate gaze holding yours, and you nearly broke apart beneath him, his touch.

“Can I keep going? Make you feel less… insecure, hm?”

Snickering from his side, a shy chuckle from yours, a nod, then. You hummed in agreement and Hyunjin’s lips were back to their antics, caressing the small of your back, biting at extra lush skin, second hand now finding your bottom, giving it a good squeeze before slender fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear – you rarely wore shorts in summer –, watching as the flesh spilled out of the hem, overripe peach waiting to be devoured, voluptuous fruit hanging off on greenest tree. Though Hyunjin didn’t move further than that. Simply kept his fingers hooked in your panties, palms laying on softest flesh, lips wandering to kiss against the round of hips. His eyes were on you though you weren’t looking at him anymore, and it was clear what his intentions were – he wanted to get you impatient, wanted you to want him as much as he did this very moment. Wanted the need for him to overshadow any uncertainties that buzzed in your head in swarms of bees, wanted to take your mind off them by driving you to a point of desire, and lust. The same his own body was struck with the moment he had entered the room.

Hyunjin’s fingers unhooked themselves from your waistband again and caressed at your flesh instead, decreasing process from his plans before and you started squirming in his hold, impatiently. A dissatisfied whine leaving lips and you pushed back into him subtly, barely noticeable though it didn’t pass Hyunjin, a smile so knowing, so annoying on his face you’d want to smack it off if you only saw it. His hands groped a few more seconds before his lips accompanied them at your bottom, kissing plushest skin before biting down adoringly, eliciting a sigh from you, a hum from him. Fingers hooking into your waistband all anew, sliding off your underwear in one go, being left with the bare sight of you – thinking you must be wholly insane for letting doubt nestle within you for your body was the most beauteous thing Hyunjin had laid eyes upon.

Hushed curse spilling past his lips before his mouth latched against your skin again, teething at your bum, fingers caressing wettened slit, sensitive clit. Slowly, patiently, though you were so far from it yourself – you were squirming, lower body raised to grant better access, back arching into every of Hyunjin’s touches, every of his prodding finger at your entrance, every of his juxta-positioned kiss against the round of your bottom, the following bite as though you were his very own meal, his own to devour.

It had taken a couple minutes and then some when Hyunjin felt he had you where he wanted – you were writhing around almost helplessly, nearly begging if repeating his name frantically counted as such. All inhibitions gone – you were pushing into him, into his touch, asking him to make you feel better, to get you there faster, to give you altogether more than he was giving you now. Another hushed curse from beneath his breath, and he slid his own pants down, exposing hardened erection, prodding it at your entrance, one big hand against the small of your back.

“Can I?”

Voice feverish, and you nodded, head shaking nearly violently that Hyunjin was worried, only for a second, though – you pushed back into him, wetness grazing against him, and his head lulled into his neck, lips catching between his teeth. Sliding into you in one movement, and it was salvation for the both of you. Salvation in every sense the word could mean, like the first bite of a peach so overripe that juices drip down chins at first teething. You grinded back at Hyunjin, doing all the work yourself, so lost in thought, in need and wanting that all your worries from moments before were gone, all insecurities as though wiped clean from the surfaces of your very mind. Grinding back against him in waves of your hips, the dip by the small of your back appearing and disappearing faster than Hyunjin could focus on, before it appeared again, lulling him into its seduction. Flesh so plush it bounced against his body, bum recoiling with every thrust you took against his hips, thighs against his ones, thick and eliciting sounds so sinful you would have grown embarrassed if you had the mind to care.

And Hyunjin nearly smiled down at you. Keeping his hips in place, letting you use him to your liking. Watching your flesh bounce back and forth with every of your movement, a sight favourite of his. Watching you lose yourself in the feeling of him, in the feeling of your closeness, in the feeling of your forgotten doubts, uncertainties; dick twitching within you knowing he drove you to a state of self-enjoyment, that it was due to him you were so eager, chasing your high, letting go of inhibitions. Due to him you whined out when he finally did move against you, meeting you halfway, when back only arched further at rewarding words, repetitions of the same phrase, the same words – “so pretty, so fucking pretty” – falling off his lips. It was due to him your thighs shuddered moments later, your body contracted against his, fell forward to lay lazily, tiredly against dampened mattress, his own following seconds after. If boosting your ego meant this, you would never grow tired of it.

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littlevenicebitch69 · 3 months ago

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Dirty Laundry

Summary: Life with two toddlers has taken a toll on your sex life for the past few weeks, but after a surprisingly calm morning, you and Javi find a creative solution to solve your problem.

Word Count: 2.8K

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also, who am I to say?) vaginal fingering, paise kink, a breeding kink so dangerous that you may get pregnant just from reading, creampie, cum play, a loud washer and dryer, no actual laundry accomplished, domestic girl dad Javi, you'll always be famous

A/N: idk who unlocked my cell while I was ovulating, but once again I have escaped, and once again, we're makin' babies. I think I've convinced myself I don't know how to write anything else, and for that, I am genuinely sorry. If wanting to give Javier Peña a football team worth of kids is a crime, then lock me up and throw away the goddamn key 🤠

Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!

For as much as you loved your daughters, it was safe to say that for the past two weeks, your pair of rambunctious toddlers had been doing very little for your sex life.

Your 4 year old Lucy had been going through a phase of having nightmares every night, and somehow ending up in you and Javi’s bed no matter what you tried. That, combined with trying to potty train your 2 year old, Elliot, (who was nowhere close to being the breeze her older sister it was when it came to the matter), on top of preschool, work, and life in general, you and Javi had barely gotten so much as a kiss in, let alone some quality time together.

It had been your hope to start trying for baby number three, but after 2 months of negative pregnancy tests and another month of complete chaos, despite your best intentions, “trying” had very much taken a backseat in your mental to-do list.

But this morning when you woke up, it was almost as if a wave of calm had washed over your house to reset the state of disarray you had been in the past few weeks- Both girls had slept through the night in their own beds, had woken up in good spirits, Elliot asked to use the bathroom multiple times, and both had been happy to play in the living room together quietly as you worked on catching up on some much needed laundry.

So calm, in fact, that Javi was almost worried when he came downstairs for work to hear near silence, apart from the occasional giggles from the girls as they arranged their Fisher Price Little People in their Play Barn and the washer running in the background.

“Hi Daddy!” Lucy cooed, toddling over to her dad, wrapping her arms around his waist as Elliot quickly followed behind, perching on his leg like a koala.

“Buenos días, niñas. (Good morning, girls).” Javi grinned, squatting down to kiss the wild, sleepy curls of his daughters’ heads, still slightly confused by the tranquil state of the house. “Where’s Momma?”

“Washing stinky socks.” Lucy giggled, pinching her nose and scrunching her face, pretending to have smelled something bad.

“Yeah, stinky socks.” Elliot echoed, sticking out her tongue.

“Oh yeah? Is it because my pollitas (little chickens) have stinky, smelly feet?” Javi teased, wrapping his arms around the girls, pulling them close to his chest as he tickled their sides, the three erupting in laughter and giggles.

“What’s goin’ on out here, huh?” You grinned, stepping out of the laundry room with your arms playfully crossed against your chest to see your husband and daughters in a tickle tackle pile on the living room floor.

“Daddy said we have stinky feet! Daddy’s got stinky feet, not me and Elliot.” Lucy protested.

“I think you and Daddy both have stinky feet, Lucy Lu, and your dirty laundry proves it.” You smiled, watching Javi give one last big kiss to each of the girls before pushing up off the floor with a grunt, making his way over to you. “Good morning, Mr. Stinky Feet.”

“Hey, c’mon now. I can’t have you all gangin’ up on me.” Javi pouted through his smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist as his lips softly met yours, his words sweet and low as they danced against your skin. “Good morning, Hermosa.”

His kiss lingered just long enough to send butterflies swirling through your stomach, biting down on your lip to try and keep your heart beating any faster than it already was. You stood there for another moment, eyes locking with his as the grip around your waist tightened just subtly enough to hint his mind was in the same place as yours.

You were finding a way to finally have sex this morning.

You could feel the arousal already beginning to pool in your core, swallowing hard as Javi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at you while his hand slid further down your waist towards your ass, trying to devise a plan for the two of you to be alone long enough to do what you had both been so desperately craving these past few weeks.

As you turned your head back over your shoulder in search of ideas, a devilish grin spread across your face, looking back to Javi to gently tug on the maroon tie dangling from his neck, twisting the end through your fingers.

“I think I really need help with the laundry before you leave for work.” You mewled, leaning in to press another kiss to his plush lips, followed by another on his cheek and neck, Javi letting a soft groan rumble in his chest.

“Oh Fuck, baby. What do we do about the girls?” He asked quietly, trying his best to keep his composure as the dark brown of his eyes grew hungrier with want.

“Snack and a movie? There’s already a baby monitor out in the living room, and if we put on “The Little Mermaid”, it should buy us enough time.” You nodded in reassurance of your own idea, already growing antsy with anticipation.

“God, I love you.” Javi smirked, giving you one more kiss and a firm squeeze of your ass before breaking away towards the kitchen so you could execute your plan.

“Hey girls?” you called, making your way towards the living room where they were back to playing, “Daddy needs to help Mommy with some, um- laundry. So if we put on “The Little Mermaid”, can you show us what big girls you are and let you watch the movie all by yourselves?” You asked, doing your best to play up your request.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Elliot squealed, clapping and stomping her feet. “Wittle Mermaid!”

“Okay, go get your blankets and sit on the couch and Daddy’s gonna bring you a snack to watch the movie with.”

“Yay! Movie time, movie time!” Lucy shrieked as the girls ran to go grab their things, plopping themselves on to the respective corners of the couch. While you searched for the VHS in the entertainment center, Javi returned from the kitchen with two much bigger than needed bowls of Teddy Grahams, turning on the TV as you pushed the tape into the receiver and pressed play.

With the bright blue Disney logo appearing across the screen and your daughters both happily snuggled with their snacks on the sofa, you and Javi gave each other the silent nod of approval, slowly backing away towards the laundry room while the girls sat in content and entranced silence.

After one last peek, you carefully closed and locked the laundry room door behind you, quickly followed by turning on both the washing machine and the dryer, trying to do yourself any favors you could by drowning out any suspicious sounds.

“Good?” Javi asked once more for reassurance, feeling his slacks get tighter and tighter around his crotch by the second as he waited for your response.

Without a single word, your lips were crashing into his, a messy dance of tongues and teeth ensuing between you as your bodies bumped against the laundry room counter, limbs tangled together in a frantic race to remove clothes.

“Fuck, I missed you. Missed this.” Javi groaned, helping you slide your top over your head and unclip your bra as he nipped at your neck, pushing your back against the dryer and caging your body under him.

“I know, baby, me t-too.” You whimpered, reaching out to undo Javi’s belt buckle, shoving his pants down to his thighs, followed by his boxers, freeing his cock as it slapped against the dark hairs on the happy trail of his stomach. “Missed having your big dick inside me.”

“Fuck.” Javi swore under his breath as you reached out to stroke him, swiping your thumb over his weeping tip to rub the precum up and down his shaft as he shoved your the waistband of your pants and underwear down your hips just far enough to let them fall to the floor around your ankles.

As much as you both desperately wanted to take your time, worshiping every inch of each other’s bodies until you had nothing left to give, you knew time was not on your side. After a few more strokes, you pulled back, letting Javi snake his hand against your body to slide between your legs, the slightest graze of his fingertips already making you shutter with need.

At this point, even after the few weeks it had been without Javi inside you, you were wet enough that you could have taken him without any warm up, your core dripping with your arousal to the point it was smearing the inside of your thighs with its shiny coating. But even with your cunt soaking wet and time working against you, Javi couldn’t help but drag his fingers through your folds, curling to push up into your tight hole and prod against your g-spot.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so wet. This all for me, Momma? Missed me fillin’ you up with my cock? Missed me fucking you full of my cum, huh baby?” Javi growled, his words shooting straight to your cunt, making you clamp down tighter around his fingers and your clit throb with intensity.

It had been a minute since baby making had been at the forefront of your mind, but his question set off something animalistic in the both of you, knowing that right now could give you a chance at baby number three that you had been wishing for.

“Y-yes, Javi, fuck- want you to fill me up, baby. Want you to fill me up until you fuck a baby into me.”

It was then that Javi couldn’t have been more thankful that you had turned on the washer and dryer to try and drown out your noise, because the groan he let escape from his parted lips was much louder than he intended.

But then again, there were few things in this world that turned him on more than you begging him to knock you up, so what did he expect?

Scooping his arms under your thighs, Javi hoisted you on top of the dryer, your ass hitting the cold, vibrating metal with a thud as your lips collided again with desperate ferocity, muffled moans escaping from your mouths.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl. Want me to knock you up again, Momma? Give you another baby?” Javi smirked, reaching to line his cock up with your entrance, swiping his tip through your folds to collect your slick and coat it along his length before he pushed inside you, sinking deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, hips flush with yours.

Words couldn’t describe how much you had missed the sweet stretch and sting of Javi’s fullness, each inch of him feeling better than the last, sobbing out as his tip kissed your cervix, all inhibitions of self-composure completely tossed out the window. Still sunk deep in your cunt, Javi’s hand shot over your mouth, stifling your cries in his palm.

“Shhhhhh, I know, Osita. You gotta keep quiet though, baby.”

You nodded frantically in compliance, Javi’s hand dropping to grip around your waist as you tried to catch your breath. “M-move, Javi, please.” Your whimpering request borderlining pathetic with how badly you needed him.

“You promise you’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?”

“Mhmmmm. I promise, baby, please.”

With that, Javi’s hips began to snap, dragging his cock in and out of you at a dangerous pace, coating the walls with the sounds of the wet sounds of your cunt and slapping skin, muffled by the washer and dryer.

“Oh my God, Javi. Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good.” You whined, locking your legs behind the small of Javi’s back, keeping him as close to you as possible as he fucked in and out of you. You draped your arms around his shoulders, fingers burying themselves in the dark curls at the nape of his neck.

The closeness had the hairs at the base of his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit, adding to the tension beginning to build at the base of your spine, both of you knowing it wouldn’t take long to get where you needed to go after weeks without being able to have each other like this.

Javi could feel it too, his balls beginning to tense with each pump, using every ounce of self control to keep from preemptively spilling into you, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, holding on to you like his life depended on it.

“Jesus, Fuck- Fuck, I missed this tight little pussy so much. Gonna cum so deep inside you. So deep it’s gotta fucking take. God, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant. I swear I’ll give you as many babies as you want, Hermosa.” Javi babbled, biting down on his lip as he pounded into you, reaching one of his hands down to circle at your wet, puffy clit, aching to be relieved from all the built up tension.

At this point, you were so drunk on pleasure that you could barely remember your own name, feeling your orgasm begin to build through every inch of your body in a way that had you seeing stars, digging your fingernails into Javi’s shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck to keep from crying out his name, forcing yourself to whisper incoherent sweet nothings against his skin.

“P-please, Javi. F-fill me up. Oh shit- Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”

Javi’s thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, fingers rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure to coax your orgasm out of you before he followed suit, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow in intense concentration.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over me. Soak my fucking cock before I fuck you full of me and knock you up. C’mon, Momma.”

Suddenly, your orgasm crashed through you, lighting your body up like a goddamn Christmas tree, every inch of your body radiating with bliss as you clamped down around Javi’s cock, biting down on his shoulder as you came to try and stifle your cries.

Javi was only moments behind you, letting out a low grunt with the final sutter of his hips as he came, coating your walls with his warm spend, fucking it into with every ounce he had left until he had milked himself dry.

Your bodies collapsed into each other, rising and falling in sync with heavy breaths like you had just finished the last mile of a marathon and collapsed at the finish line, damp and sticky with your sweat.

As much as Javi didn’t want to pull out, he could feel his cock beginning to soften and the mixture of your spend leaking from your hole. Refusing to let a drop go to waste, he pulled out of you, a groan rumbling low in his chest as he wrapped his hand around his length, dragging his tip up through your folds and collecting the cum that had been dripping out. Taking the wet mess he had gathered with his cock, he pushed himself back into you, slowly thrusting in and out of you, a devilish smirk spreading across his face at the absolutely obscene sound coming from between your legs.

“Promise me,” Javi gulped between pants, finally pulling out of you again, “Promise we never go this long without having sex again. Holy Fuck.”

“Promise.” You couldn’t help but giggle in agreement, coming down from your blissed out high. “God, that was the longest two weeks ever. Don’t know why we didn’t think of this sooner.”

“Because we’ve been sleep deprived and exhausted, and our little monstros (monsters) have been giving us a run for our money.” Javi chuckled, reaching behind you to grab a towel from the cabinet above the dryer, quickly rinsing it in the sink before wiping you up and helping you find all of your clothes.

“Are we crazy for wanting another one?” You asked, looking down at your stomach, thinking about the ramifications of what you had just done.

“Maybe. But you drive me so fucking crazy, we may end up with 10 before you know it.”

“Javi! Dear lord, we are not having 10 kids, you psycho.” You laughed, playfully slapping your husband on the shoulder.

“Stop being so hot and I’ll stop knockin’ you up.” Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes at him knowing damn well you’d have a whole army of his kids if he really wanted.

“You’re ridiculous, I hope you know that. Alright, you need to get your ass to work and I need to feed the gremlins before I drop Lucy off at preschool. Let’s go, cowboy.” You grinned, playfully smacking Javi on the ass, giving him a quick kiss as you made your way towards the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Osita. I gotta remember to call my dad on the way into work.”

“Call your dad? Why?”

“To see if Abuelo can take the girls this weekend so you and I can catch up on a lot of laundry.”