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Chapter 3 - I don’t want no substitute

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Chapter summary: You finally go on your date with Chris. What you don’t expect, or rather who, to see there are Javier and Cassandra. Tension grows as the night goes on. Things finally boil over after a confrontation with Javier and Cassandra. Confessions arise as you and Javier are forced to face the music.

Chapter warnings: angst, confessions of love, arguing, idiots in love, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), fingering, spanking, face riding, oral (f receiving), subspace, hint of ass play, creampie, possessive!Javi, jealous!Javi, (soft)dom!Javi, hella pet names, fluff, pillowtalk, reader speaks and understands Spanish, reader is female and has hair Javi can pull but has no other physical descriptions, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, translations available at end.

Word count: ~8.6k (whew sorry y’all)

A/N: it’s finally here! thank y’all so much for the love and support on this mini series! i grew up watching so many novelas and just love the messiness of them all. this truly is a love letter to them. i had tons of fun writing this! Javi will return! can’t promise he won’t be dumb in the future, but he’s here to stay 🫶🏼 not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

Divider by @saradika

The week goes by fairly smoothly after that fateful Tuesday, occupying your mind with books, novelas, and your date with Chris. You’ve only seen Javi in passing in the hall a few times this week, and all those times the two of you have completely avoided each other. Swerving around each other, or one of you staying behind to avoid the other. Javi grumbles something under his breath every time he sees you though, something he never did until the day he sent you flowers. Thank god you haven’t seen Cassandra, though.

It’s finally the big day: Friday. You wake up in a good mood for the first time this week, until you see the clock. You’re late for work. Springing out of bed, you rush to get ready. You throw some bread in the toaster and hurry to get dressed. Running back into the kitchen, you scarf down the toast and pick up the orange you’d bought earlier in the week - the one Chris gave you. You stuff it into your purse and slip on your sneakers. Grabbing your keys, you sprint to work.

Thankfully, your shift flies by in a flash and you’re able to leave on time. With 4 hours before you have to meet with Chris, that’s more than enough time to get ready. With a spring in your step, you walk home giddy with anticipation for later tonight. You unlock the entrance and rush up the stairs, your feet quickly carrying you to your apartment. Flinging the door open, you kick off your shoes and waltz into the bathroom. You take a quick shower, wanting to wash away the work day and freshen up.

You take your time getting ready, your records playing throughout your home. Applying your makeup, you pat on foundation and some mascara. Rummaging in your drawer, you find your favorite lipstick and swipe it on. Your lips glisten, looking absolutely delicious. You’re sure Chris will kiss you at the end of the night. Fixing up your hair, you open your closet and remove the red satin dress from the hanger. You slip it on and can’t help but do a twirl in the mirror, feeling sexy for the first time in a while. You throw on your usual jewelry and spritz on your favorite perfume, smelling delicious enough to devour. Running back into the kitchen, you grab the paper with the restaurant name and address and go to tuck it into your purse.

Soon enough, you glance at the clock and see you have to meet Chris in 20 minutes. You slip on your heels, and step out of your apartment. Locking the door, you gingerly walk down the stairs and make your way out of the building. Walking half way down the street, you pull the slip of paper out of your piece and go over it one more time as you hail a taxi.

One of the yellow cars pulls up next to you and you hop inside. The driver asks where to and you give him the name and address. He sets off on the journey and tells you it’s about a 10 minute drive. Thanking him, you gaze out the window. As you get closer to the restaurant, you pass by the embassy. Chills run down your spine, not having thought about Javi the entire day. Of course he would pop into your head 5 minutes before meeting your date.

Fidgeting with your nails and the zipper on your purse, you hold your breath the remainder of the car ride. At least he’s going out with Cassandra tonight, so you won’t be seeing him. The reminder forms a pit in your stomach, but also fills you with gratitude as you thank whatever god is out there that he won’t be running through your mind tonight.

The driver pulls up in front of the restaurant, it’s more upscale than you had anticipated and nerves bubble in your belly. You exit the taxi, thanking the driver. The nerves dissipate once you catch a glimpse of Chris, who’s standing outside the restaurant with his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He spots you and waves, jogging to meet you halfway. “Hey, pretty lady,” he greets you, giving you a polite, warm hug. “Hi, handsome,” you say, smiling as you pull back from his embrace. He holds his hand in yours and drinks you in.

“Wow. You look… stunning,” he nearly whispers, as he twirls you around. You giggle at his reaction, the way he shows you off. You feel good, appreciated, wanted. “Thank you, I was hoping you’d like the dress,” your voice timid as you toy with his fingers. “Like it? I love it,” he says, pulling you flushed against his chest. The energy shifts and tension rises as you two lock eyes, until a honk pulls the two of you out of the trance making the two of you pull back.

Chris clears his throat and holds his hand out for you. “Shall we?” Another giggle streams from your lips. “Yes, we shall,” you tell him as you weave your fingers together. He leads you inside the restaurant and to the host’s table. Chris gives the waiter his name - you’re taken aback by his Spanish speaking abilities, grinning and tucking away that information for later.

The waiter leads the two of you to your table. Chris pulls your chair out for you. “Thank you,” you say, giving him a small smile. He smiles back and his eyes twinkle. You soak him in as he settles in his chair opposite of you. He’s handsome and polite, and has a lot going for him. He’s funny, smart, driven - so what’s the harm in giving him a chance?

The small talk between the two of you is easy. Almost as easy as it is with Javi. No - no. You shut down any further thoughts of him immediately.

“So, how was your day?” You ask Chris. He tells you about his day, prompting your next question. “What do you do for work?” You ask as he wraps up his previous answer. “Oh, I work for the government,” he says, his answer being very vague. You quirk your brows, and smirk at him. “Is that how you know Spanish?” He chuckles at your question. “It is actually! Learned some before I moved here and just picked up more as I adapted to working and living here.” You hum at his answer, sipping your drink. “So you work for the government. What exactly do you do?” You ask before going in for another sip. “Well, I can’t exactly get into the specifics, but I work at the embassy,” he says. You choke on your drink, coughing as you try to catch your breath.

“Are you alright?” Chris asks, grabbing your hand and sliding your glass of water towards you. You nod, as your breathing levels out. “I’m okay,” you lie. Your blood feels frigid at the mention of the embassy.

There’s no fucking way he knows Javi. That just can’t be possible.

You sip your water, before speaking. “I was just really impressed,” you say in between chuckles. “That’s awesome that you work there! How has work been?”

Chris enthusiastically answers your question, you feign interest as you try to refocus your mind on the conversation. As Chris drones on about something that happened at work, something catches your eye from behind him. Your breath hitches and your jaw goes slack ever so slightly, taking in the scene in front of you. Javi stands there, looking handsome as ever with his aviators perched on his nose. Cassandra dressed in red, as his large hand rests on her hip. Chris catches your change in demeanor.

“Is everything alright?”’ He asks, reaching to place a gentle touch on your forearm. That snaps you out of it, startling as your eyes widen. “What? Oh, yeah, sorry. Thought I saw someone I knew for a second,” you huff.

Chris turns to look behind him, a smile lighting up his face. “Oh speaking of work, that’s my boss right over there - the guy with the sunglasses, standing next to the woman in the red dress.”

Your eyes bug out of your head. “That’s your boss?” He nods, “yup, that’s Javier. We both work at the embassy together.” he whispers, in fear of being heard. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you mumble, gaze falling to the floor. “What was that?”

Your head snaps up, trying your best to act surprised. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, that’s so impressive that you get to work alongside him! You didn’t tell me you were DEA,” you squeak, feigning interest in the conversation. “How do you know he’s DEA?” Chris asks. “Huh?” “How do you know he’s DEA? I didn’t say anything about what department we work in,” he says flatly.

You freeze, feeling flustered as you try to come up with an answer. “Oh… uh, w-well, I mean, wasn’t he in a bunch of n-newspapers last year? Right? I, uh, kinda figured. Just put two and two together,” you lie, trailing off the end.

It’s silent at the table, you and Chris just staring at each other. You hope he can’t see through your facade. You wipe your sweaty palms on your dress and fidget with your fingers. Chris clears his throat and takes a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, you’re right. He was,” he says with a small smile. You can’t gauge his reaction, making your palms even sweatier.

Moving on from the awkward moment, Chris resumes his enthusiastically retelling of his workday. You silently breathe out a sigh of relief, grateful to be moving on from that subject. You feel a little guilty for not focusing on him, your eyes continuously glancing over at Javi.

Javi looks over to the side as he waits for the waiter to seat them, looking around the restaurant in the meantime, holding Cassandra, his date. He does a double take as he spots you, not believing his eyes. His brows scrunch together, a scowl now plastering his face with his breathing growing ragged.

Cassandra spins around in his hold. “Estás bien, Javi? Qué pasa?” His head whips around to meet her gaze. “Nada, Cassandra. Estoy bien. Me pareció ver a alguien que conozco,” he grits, trying his best to stay composed.

He never thought you’d stoop so low to go out with someone else, let alone one of his colleagues.

The waiter leads Javi and Cassandra to a table not too far from where you and Chris are sitting. You hold your breath, hoping Chris can’t sense your discomfort. With Chris’ back turned to him, Javi shoots Chris a death glare as he walks to the table, a hand on Cassandra’s waist. Cassandra stares daggers into your skull, surely you’d be dead if looks could kill.

Surprisingly, dinner goes by rather quickly, thanks to the three drinks you’ve had to calm your nerves. You learn that Chris is working on the Cali case, working directly alongside Javi. The third drink starts to take its toll on you, needing to break the seal. “I’m so sorry, I’m just gonna run to the restroom really fast. If you’ll excuse me,” you tell Chris, scraping your chair back and against the floor. “Of course, no problem,” he says nodding as you rise to your feet.

Unaware of your surroundings and fiddling with the straps on your purse, someone bumps into you. “Lo siento!” You say and look up to apologize to who you ran into. You make direct eye contact with Cassandra. The air is stolen from your lungs. Cassandra stares daggers into your skull, surely you’d be dead if looks could kill. “Disculpe,” she says coldly. Aggressively shoving her shoulder into yours, she walks past you and back to Javi at their table. Dumbstruck at her aggression, you turn back, mouth gaping wide. Javi catches your gaze in his, his eyes blown wide. Usually you’re able to tell what he’s thinking, but for the first time ever, you’re unable to read him.

Scoffing in disbelief, you stomp into the restroom and lock yourself in a stall. Tears sting your eyes as you fight them back. What the fuck was that about? How dare Cassandra treat you this way, who does she think she is? You did nothing to deserve that type of treatment. And if Javi saw that interaction, then fuck him for thinking that’s even remotely warranted.

Swiftly using the restroom and washing your hands, you touch up your lipstick that’s worn off throughout the night in the mirror. You let out a deep sigh as you toss it back in your bag, unaware that you were even holding your breath. Ready to go home, you trudge back out into the restaurant. Fighting the urge to steal a glance at Javi and Cassandra, relief floods you as you see they’re nowhere to be found. You waltz back to your table, the burning desire to go home still courses throughout your body.

Taking a seat across from Chris, you flash him a polite smile. He picks up on your discomfort, seeing right through your facade. “Are you okay? Did something happen?” You feel guilty for lying to him, but you just want to get the hell out of here. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just not feeling well, think the drinks gave me a headache,” you politely tell him through a tight smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you need anything?” His kindness deflates you more. “Actually, would it be alright if we get the check? I’m so sorry, I didn’t intend to cut our date short,” you tell him, genuinely apologetic.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t feel bad, shit happens. No worries, beautiful,” he reassuringly says as he grabs for your hand across the table and gives it a squeeze, making you smile. He flags the waiter down for the check, and the two of you wait in awkward silence. Thankfully, the waiter reappears shortly after and Chris covers the bill. The two of you rise from your seats, with Chris extending his hand out to you. You gladly accept and he guides you to the exit.

As he leads you out, your heart sinks as you spot Javi and Cassandra at the bar. You’re going to have to walk past them in order to leave, it’s inevitable. Ducking your head down, you cautiously walk through the crowd of the building with Chris in front of you. He stops in his tracks, causing you to stumble into him. He turns to steady you. “Sorry,” he mutters as he reaches for your hand again.

“Javier!” Chris shouts, waving to the man. Javi snaps his neck towards the two of you, rage quickly flashing in his eyes and it disappears just as fast. His jaw clenches as Chris walks the two of you over, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Hey, Feistl. Didn’t expect to see you here. Celebrating Gilberto’s capture?” Javi speaks through his clenched teeth. Cassandra is silently glaring at you from Javi’s side. “No, actually, I’m here on a date. This is my boss, Javier, the guy we were talking about earlier. Javier, this is my date,” Chris says, bringing you forward. Javi raises his brow at Chris’ words and you wish the Earth would open up and swallow you whole in this very moment. “Hi,” you shyly say, giving the pair your name and a polite wave, pretending you don’t know who these people are.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Javier,” he says, extending his hand out to go along with the act. “This is Cassandra,” he says as he lets your hand go. Chris cordially greets her, and vice versa.

“Hola Cassandra, mucho gusto,” you say as you attempt to shake her hand. She just squeezes your hand in a vice grip, crushing it briefly before pulling away. “Hola,” is all she mutters. The energy between you four is tense, silence lingering despite being in a packed restaurant.

Picking up on the energy shift, Chris breaks the silence. “Well, it was nice seeing you, boss. See ya on Monday,” he says. You’re extremely grateful that he knows how to read a room. “Yeah. See you Monday. Bye, Feistl,” Javi grits. “Bye, Javi,” you tell him. “Bye,” Javi spitting your name and bidding you goodbye, like venom on his tongue. You don’t even bother to say anything to Cassandra as Chris bids her goodbye and leads you two out the restaurant.

You know Chris can sense something is wrong, your hand is so clammy in his that you yank it away as soon as the air of the warm night hits you. Taken aback by your sudden hastiness, he gives you a moment to breathe as you wipe your hands on your dress and fiddle with your purse.

“You okay?” Chris asks, grounding you back in reality. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine…” you unconvincingly tell him, not meeting his eyes while you rummage through your purse for your keys.

“You ready?” He asks after a beat. Your gaze snaps up to meet his, uncertainty evident in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” you sigh. He doesn’t reach for your hand this time, instead offers you his arm, which you mindlessly accept as he leads you to his truck. He opens the door for you and flashes you a smile. He’s such a gentleman it hurts.

He jogs around to the driver’s side and hops in, twisting the key in the ignition. “Where am I taking you?” He kindly, and quietly asks. You give him your address and apologetically smile at him. The radio plays over the silence which lingers throughout the truck. He keeps both hands on the wheel as the awkward tension builds. The drive could not be fast enough.

Chris pulls up to your building, and kills the ignition. Bounding to your side, he opens the door and holds it open for you as you step out. “Thank you.” He just nods. Fuck.

He walks you to your door, his hands shoved in his pockets. The walk is short and silent, full of awkward tension. You hadn’t expected to see Javi on your date, let alone out with Cassandra. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t shake him out of your head, not after your interaction with Cassandra on your way to the restroom. Chris had picked up on your aloofness once you returned from the bathroom. He’s a detective, of course he knows when something’s up.

“Well, this is me,” you say pointing to your door. Javi cracks his door open across from you, peering into the hall. He pauses to take in the sight in front of him. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. “I’m sorry for cutting it short. This was not what I meant when I said maybe we’d end up back at my place,” you tell him. He smiles for the first time in what feels like eternity.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’d rather you feel 100% when we’re together,” he says, unsure if there’s another layer to his words - a shady double entendre. As if he can peek inside your mind, he quickly reassures you. “I truly did enjoy your company though. I’d love to see you again sometime, once you’re feeling better… if you’d let me,” Chris says.

Glancing to the side, you unexpectedly spot Javi. You thought he would still be on his date. You keep your composure this time though and smile at Chris. “Sure, I’ll let you know,” glancing to the side again, making eye contact with Javi. Chris leans in for a good night kiss, but you don’t feel right doing that to him. You dodge him, opting for a kiss on the cheek instead. Pulling back, you give him a meek smile. “Call me,” he says, embarrassed and flushed red. You nod. “Good night.”

He doesn’t notice Javi hiding behind the door as he walks away, never bothering to glance to the side. You watch Chris walk away and turn to go inside, until you see that Javi is standing in the hall now, in front of his door. Looking directly at him, you still - the tension so palpable, it needs to be cut with a hacksaw.

Javi’s nostrils flare as his chest heaves. His neck and face flushed red with his eyes blown wide and black. He looks almost unrecognizable. You narrow your eyes and shoot daggers at him.

His jaw clenches as he turns to go inside his apartment. You can’t help, but scoff and roll your eyes. He freezes in place, whipping around to look at you. “Is there something you’d like to say, cariño?” He bites, you’re taken aback by his coldness. You don’t let him see that though and straighten before turning to him. “Nope. Have a good night, Javier,” you say, spinning around to turn in for the night.

You shut the door before he can answer, huffing out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding, and lean against it. What a long fucking night. Padding into the bathroom, you remove your makeup and sigh into your towel. You stare at yourself in the mirror and bite back tears.

Shaking your head, you will yourself to not cry - refusing to shed tears for him. You walk out of the bathroom and into your room to change into a pair of thin sleep shorts and a tank top. Sauntering into the kitchen, you grab a glass from one of the cabinets. Opening the fridge, you reach for the open bottle of wine.

You fill your glass to the brim and chug half of it, slamming down the glass on the countertop. You drag your feet towards the living room, plopping down on the couch. Your head hangs in your hands as you curl into a ball.

“Javi!” You perk up at the sound of a woman calling his name. You move to press your ear against the thin wall that separates yours and Javi’s apartments. “Sí, Javi, sí!” Your brain is short-circuiting as you hear her moan Javi’s name. You can’t help but let your jaw fall open. Shocked that he’d be so bold to rub this in your face. Tears of anger and heartache well in your eyes. You attempt to storm off until you hear your name.

A man screaming your name - Javi screaming your name. Everything goes silent. Your ears are ringing and your body is hot, flooding with emotions as your head spins. There’s no way any of this is happening.

Suddenly, you hear shuffling and shouting from the hallway. Running to peer out of the small peephole at the top of your front door, your jaw drops again at the scene playing out in front of you. Cassandra, from that day, is fixing her clothes while screaming at a shirtless Javi in the hallway.

“Quien es ella, Javi?! Eh?! Esta su vecina?! O su puta?!” Cassandra screams, pushing him back a bit. “Ella es mi vecina y ya, Cassandra! Nada mas! Ven aqui, por favor!” Javi pleads. Rage courses through your body as he tells her you’re just his neighbor. You yank your door open, inserting yourself in the conversation since you’re the topic of it.

“No estoy solo tu vecina, Javier y lo sabes!” You bite, unable to stop yourself. The two of them whip their heads to you. “We’ll do this later,” Javi shouts in your direction. You stomp over to him before you realize your feet are moving.

“No, estamos haciendo esto ahora,” you tell him, gritting your teeth. Cassandra snaps her neck to look at you, burning a hole through the middle of your skull. “Te lo estas jodiendo eh?” She yells. “Sí, y por que te importa?” Javi’s eyes go wide at your blunt response. “No me importa con quien este jodiendo, pero quiero que me llaman con el nombre correcto. No soy una de tus putas, Javier,” she shouts.

“Cassandra, ya por favor! Y ella no es puta. Deja de llamarla asi,” Javi sighs. “Por que la defiendes eh? Ella es tu novia? No habria aceptado salir si hubiera sabido que tenias una novia,” Cassandra yells. “No, ella no es mi novia. Solo mi amiga y vecina. Deja de gritar,” Javi calmly says, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

“Si ella no es tu novia, entonces por que te gritaste su nombre en la cama? Eh?” Javi’s attempt fails as Cassandra shouts. “No se, Cassandra! Pero lo siento. En realidad.” It’s quiet as Javi’s words settle in.

“Deberias haberla llamado en su lugar. Ella te gusta mas de yo,” Cassandra grits as she storms off, shaking with rage as embarrassed tears pool in her eyes.

The air is silent, thick with tension as you stand in front of Javi and his door.

“Really? I’m just your neighbor?” You spit through your gritted teeth, breaking the silence as your nostrils flare. “I only said that to calm her down,” Javi says. “What else did you tell her about me huh?!” Taking a step forward, inching closer to him. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Don’t act like you didn’t talk shit about me to her, Javier! Why else would she be so rude to me?!” He stands there, stunned and offended. “I would never say anything bad about you! How could you even think that?! I told her that you’re my best friend and neighbor, and that you’re very special to me,” he explains defensively. “Then why was she such a bitch to me then, Javier?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, cariño, but I wish you had told me! Otherwise, I would’ve stopped talking to her the minute I found out she treated you so cruelly,” Javi explains, sounding sincere.

“Would you really?!” You shout. “Yes! Why is that so hard to understand?!”

A lump in your throat forms along with the next words on the tip of your tongue. “Because you lied!” You yell, swatting his chest, not caring that you’re causing a scene.

He grabs your wrists to stop you, forcing your gaze to meet his. “When did I lie?! I’d never lie to you,” he says firmly as he looks into your eyes. Your throat burns as the lump in your throat grows bigger, tears stinging your eyes. “When did I lie to you, cariño?” He asks softly. “You said you weren’t seeing anyone else,” you whisper. “I wasn’t.” You roll your eyes, your tears nearing the edge. “Until Cassandra,” her name tastes bitter in your mouth.

“You said you weren’t seeing anyone else either and then I see you on a date with my fucking coworker, at that. You don’t have the right to be mad at me for seeing Cassandra,” he says firmly.

You burst into sarcastic, maniacal laughter. “What’s so funny?” He lets your wrists go as you throw your head back while laughing, stray tears escaping down your cheeks. “You do not get to throw that in my face!” You laugh bitterly. “Why?! You shut me out the whole goddamn week because I asked out someone else!” He barks, making you groan. “God, Javi! You’re so infuriating!”

“Says you, who went out with my coworker to spite me!” You roll your eyes at his pettiness. “You think I knew he was your coworker?!” You screech. He scoffs, his chest flushed red. “Yes! Why else would you go out with him?” He yells, jealousy coursing through his veins. “I don’t have to explain myself to you! You’re the one who asked out Cassandra after telling me you weren’t seeing anyone else!”

“You asked me and I told you the truth. I only asked Cassandra out after you said we could still see other people,” he rasps. “So am I not enough for you?! Why did you go out with Cassandra?! Huh?!”

“Of course you’re enough for me! More than enough!” His words send more tears spilling from your eyes. “Then why did you go out with Cassandra?!” You shout through your tears, voice hoarse and raw from yelling.

Javier’s heaving fills the heavy silence as his nostrils flare. “I think you know why, carino…” he rasps. “I don’t. We’re grown adults, Javier. Use your words,” you demand, growing more impatient by the second.

“I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship! I want you so bad it hurts, baby. You don’t deserve someone like me, cariño. Someone who’s fucked up and damaged, someone who’s done horrible fucking things for his own personal gain. You deserve better.” An endless stream of tears pours from your eyes again as you take in his words. “You don’t get to decide what I do and don’t deserve, even if you think it’s for the best. That’s my decision to make.”

“I never want to see the people I love get hurt, and I just know I would hurt you. I’m not a good person and you’re so good, baby. So good. And I could feel myself falling more and more in love with you every time I saw you, even when we were just spending time together. It’s why I pulled away and asked Cassandra out. To move on, to not get you involved in my shit.”

Your eyes bug out of your head. “You’re in love with me?” You ask, your voice hushed. “Of course I’m in love with you, cariño,” he huffs in disbelief without hesitation. “I’m in love with you too,” you whisper through your tears. “You shouldn’t be. You should be with a good guy, someone like Chris, someone with a good head on his shoulders. I already burden you with so much in our friendship, I can’t do that to you if we were together, bebita,” he whispers, head hanging low. You cup his face in his hands, forcing him to look at you.

“Hey. You are not a burden. You’re my favorite person ever, and I’m always going to be here for you, because I love you. I’m in love with you, Javier. I want you - not Chris, not anyone else. You.”

He doesn’t say anything, only sighing at your words. Worry builds in your stomach, nerves setting in. Without warning, he mirrors your actions and cups your face with his large, rough hands and draws you into him. Your lips crash into each other’s. The kiss is ravenous and desperate - the first real kiss the two of you share. It’s heavy and messy, but so full of love and lust as teeth clash together. You moan as Javi sucks your tongue in between his lips.

Your hands roam to the back of his neck, pulling at the hair on his nape. He groans, pressing his hard, clothed cock into you. He moves his hands from your face to your waist, grinding against you. Completely forgetting that the two of you are still in the hallway. Javi fumbles with the door knob, never letting you go as he struggles to get the door open. The two of you stumble inside his apartment as the door flings open.

He shuts the door as he carefully, but hurriedly guides you inside. He leads you down the hall towards his bedroom, all without breaking the kiss. You finally pull back right before you reach the bedroom door, gasping for air as your lips glisten with spit. Javi doesn’t relent though, peppering kisses all along your neck and nipping at your chin. You moan, fighting to keep your eyes open at his intoxicating touch.

“Why’d you go out with Chris, baby? Hmm?” He asks, placing another kiss on your lips. You hum into his mouth. “Were you trying to make me jealous? Is that it?” He asks in between kisses. You nod in response. “Mmm mm. Like you told me earlier. Use your words, bebita,” he rasps, nipping at your chin. “Yes, Javi. Saw you with Cassandra, got so mad and Chris asked me out. Knew it’d make you mad if you saw us together,” you gasp as he moves to suck on your neck.

“Did you know we worked together?” He asks into your skin. “Mmm mm, no, Javi. Just a coincidence. I promise, baby.” He smiles at your words, fuzziness filling his chest. “Well your plan worked, baby. Pissed me the fuck off seeing him touching what’s mine,” he growls before crashing his lips back onto yours. You moan into the kiss, his words sending a flurry of butterflies to your tummy, and a wave of arousal to your core. Clenching around nothing at his words, you can feel your slick pool in your panties.

He flings the bedroom door open, the two of you tumbling inside with your lips still molded to one another’s. Javi walks you to the bed, your knees hitting the edge. You fall onto the plush mattress, the kiss having been broken. Panting in anticipation, you catch Javi’s gaze. His eyes are black, blown wide with lust and there’s a small glint in his eye - a glint of love.

You spread your legs, welcoming him into the space. He grunts as he dives on top of you, hungrily kissing you again. Javi teasingly fiddles with the hem of your thin sleep shorts, your nipples already taut against the sheer fabric of your tank top. Cupping your sex in one of his large hands, you moan at the sensation.

“You want me here, querida? Huh?” He growls into your mouth as he feels the wet patch that’s formed on your panties and soaked through your shorts. “Yes, Javi. Need you, Javi, missed you so much,” you keen under him, your eyes heavy and glazed over. “Missed you so much too, bebita,” he says, lips grazing over yours. “Can feel how wet you are, bebita. This all for me? Tell me who it’s all for, baby.”

“Yes, all for you, Javi. It’s all for you,” you moan. “That’s right. All for me. Not for Chris, right?” He snarls against your lips, as he takes off the tank top that covers your chest. He sucks a nipple into his mouth. Your eyes fly open, inhaling a sharp gasp at the feeling. A new wave of arousal shoots straight to your aching cunt. He grunts as he bites your nipple, silently telling you to answer his question.

You gulp, mustering the strength to answer him. “All for you, only you. Not anyone else. Yours, it’s yours. I’m yours,” you babble as he latches his mouth onto your other mound, humming in delight at your answer with his lips wrapped around your nipple.

He pulls up for air, looking into your eyes as he sucks two of his fingers into his mouth. You whine as you watch him. “That’s right, baby. Mine. You’re all mine,” he growls as he releases his fingers from his mouth. Without warning, he shoves them into your soaked cunt. Your hips buck up into them, him pushing them down with his free hand and pinning you in place.

A stream of high-pitched moans tumble from your lips as he hooks his longer, thick fingers into your g-spot with every stroke. He groans as you clench around his fingers, leaning in to sink his teeth into your neck. “Feels so fu-fucking good, Ja-Javi,” you whine. He hums as he delicately soothes the bite with his tongue. He works his way up your neck and nibbles on your earlobe.

“I know you’re close, bebita. Come on. Damelo, bebita. Cum all over my fingers, want you to make a mess on them,” he rasps in your ear, eliciting another whine from you. His fingers continue to brush against your g-spot as he moves his thumb to your clit, stroking it. You gasp, clenching hard around his fingers as he strokes your clit. Suddenly, you tumble off the cliff and plummet into your orgasm. Your cunt gushes all over Javi’s hand, making a mess on the sheets. He groans as he feels your slick run down his fingers and onto his arm, spotting the puddle forming underneath you.

“Fuck, baby. Good fuckin’ girl,” he huskily whispers in your ear as he helps you ride out the waves of your high. You convulse underneath him, hips bucking uncontrollably. Your clit puffy and swollen as he continues to gingerly stroke it. He removes his fingers from your soaked cunt, sucking them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, feeling heady as you see him relish in your taste. Mindlessly grinding his clothed cock against your exposed cunt, the both of you groan at the friction.

You hurriedly fumble with the button on Javi’s jeans, clumsily pulling them down and setting his cock free of the confines of his tight jeans. He pulls back and shucks them off completely, you both now fully stark naked in the dim light of his bedroom. Thankful for the light breeze that travels through the open window, your hair begins to stick to the back of your neck as you lay on the plush mattress.

Drinking him in as he towers over you at the edge of the bed, your mouth salivates as you catch sight of his angry, red cock - his tip leaking dribbles of precum. Eager to taste him, you rise to your knees and crawl to him. A small smirk grows on his lips as he feels your hands roam up and down his body, lingering around his thighs. “Que estas haciendo, querida?” Javi rasps quietly, his lips ghosting over yours. Your hand slowly makes its way down to his cock. “Nada, papi. No puedo tocar lo que es mio?” You tease, grasping his cock in your hand, gathering precum on your hand as you run your hand along his hard length.

A gasp escapes Javi, groaning as he’s taken by surprise by the sudden sensation, by your words. A fire ignites deep within Javi, a primal urge rising to the surface. He swats your hand away, as he steadies his breathing. You giggle as you suck the precum off your fingers, having dribbled into your hand as you palmed Javi. You hum at the taste - salty, musky, a hint of bitterness. He growls at the taunting show you put on for him, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you back on the bed, eliciting a yelp from you. Gripping your hips, he flips you on all fours.

Fully on display for him now, Javi parts your legs with his knee. You collapse deeper into the mattress, balancing yourself on your forearms. “Don’t be a brat now, baby. Sabes qué les pasa a las mocosas cuando se portan mal?” He asks from behind you. Slick pools in between your thighs at his words. “Sí papi, por eso estoy actuando como una mocosa,” you courageously tell him.

This is a new side of Javi, one you’ve never seen before. A possessive, animalistic side you’ve managed to unlock tonight. A sudden delicious smack strikes your ass, moaning at the stinging sensation as it sends a tingle to your core.

His large, rough hands roam around your ass, soothing the spot where he struck you. A thick finger teases your tight, puckered hole. Gasping as Javi swirls circles around the ring, more slick seeping from your folds.

“Brats get fucked in the ass. Wanna get fucked here, baby?” He says, one of his fingers prodding at your hole. You furiously nod, Javi amused by your eagerness. “Of course you’d let me fuck this hole, querida. You’d let me fuck all your holes, wouldn’t you, baby?” He asks, placing a kiss near where his hand teases your hole.

Whining at his teasing, your cunt clenches around nothing as you imagine Javi filling you up, owning every hole of yours. An abrupt smack to your ass pulls you from your thoughts. “Yes, Javi! Let you do whatever you want to me, baby. I’m yours,” you whimper. He chuckles, soothing the spot where he had struck you.

“Another time, baby. Right now, I need to taste you, bebita,” he murmurs huskily. He moves underneath you, positioning his face right at your entrance. He inhales sharply at your scent, your pheromones intoxicating him, like a drug.

“Want you to ride my face, bebita,” he snarls, the warmth from his breath ghosting over your lips and sending a shiver down your spine. The air is stolen from your lungs, nerves setting in as the energy shifts in the room. You push yourself up to your knees and peer down to look at where Javi is situated.

Sudden self-consciousness setting in. “Javi, we’ve never done that before,” you tell him, trailing off at the end. As if he can read your mind, he presses a soft kiss to your thigh. “You could never hurt me, bebita, if that’s what you’re thinking. And if I suffocate from eating your pussy, then I’ll die a happy man. Come on, baby. Let me make you feel good. It’s the least I can do for being a dumbass this past week,” he says. “Well when you put it that way…” you joke, a small smile displaying on your lips. He presses a light, playful tap to the side of your thigh, evoking a laugh from you. He chuckles as he litters gentle kisses to your inner thighs, his mustache eliciting more laughter from you as it tickles your skin.

“Wanna make you feel good, baby,” he whispers as he kisses your core, actively avoiding your clit and your folds. “Mmmm, fuck, Javi, you always makes me feel so good,” you sigh as you wiggle around trying to settle yourself on top of his face without putting all your weight on him.

He senses your apprehension and grips your hips, settling you onto his face. His strong nose nudges your clit, making you moan. “Sit this pretty pussy on my face, hermosa. Wanna taste you,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your sex.

He licks a long stripe up your folds, a broken moan escaping you as your hips jerk forward. The strength you were using to ghost over his face has disappeared, completely settling yourself onto him and squeezing his head with your thighs as he fucks his tongue into your entrance.

Javi moans into you, the feeling of having all of you on top of him causes more precum to drip from the slit of his head. He makes his way to your clit, flicking it relentlessly before he sucks it into his mouth. You whine at the way his plush lips wrap around your swollen bud, sloppily grinding into his face as you begin to chase your high. He releases your clit and prods his tongue in and out of you again.

Whatever self-consciousness you had earlier has vanished. The only thing on your mind right now is Javi, Javi, Javi.

Bouncing on his face, you ride his tongue as his nose nudges your clit. The combination of his nose, his mouth, his sounds - it’s all too much. Javi lets out a guttural groan as he feels you clench around his tongue. Sloppily making his way to your clit, he finishes you off the second he sucks your bud back into his mouth.

Your vision goes spotty as flashes of white burst from the corners of your eyes as black spots float all around you. A choked out cry burns from within your throat as you ride out your orgasm onto Javi’s face. He wastes no drop of your release, lapping and slurping the absurd amount of slick that continuously flows from your used cunt. Your legs shake as your strength diminishes, struggling to hold yourself up. Collapsing forward a bit, you land on your forearms and shove your face into the mattress as you twitch on top of Javi, who’s still drinking you up.

Your breathing is ragged and unsteady, small gasps falling from your parted lips. Javi places tender kisses to your mound, giving your used clit some relief. He carefully lifts your lower half of him as he wriggles out from underneath you and gently places you back on the bed, laying you completely flat on your stomach now. Your body relaxes as you come down from your high.

You feel the bed dip behind you as Javi kneels behind you and presses his bare body against yours. His leaking cock smearing precum on your ass as he gently caresses your arms, peppering kisses to the nape of your neck.

“So good for me, querida. Always so good, baby,” he whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your sweaty cheek. Still reeling from your second orgasm, the feeling of his hard cock against your ass has you mewling under him again. He flips you over, still propped up on his knees as he crashes his lips onto yours. Javi grinds his cock onto your sex and lightly brushes over your sensitive clit. “Javi,” you mewl, pulling back as tears well in your eyes.

“Fucking love the sounds you make for me, bebita. So fucking sexy, love that I’m the only who gets to hear them, only one who can get them out of you,” he babbles. You can’t help the moan that bubbles over, his words spur you on as you moan into his mouth.

“More, Javi, more. Please, baby. Need you,” you plead into his mouth as you grind against him, meeting his strokes halfway. “What do you need, bebita, eh? Que necesitas?” He teasingly asks. “You, Javi! Need you, your big cock, baby. Need you to fill me up,” you huff out frustratedly. A smirk plasters his face.

“I got you, querida, don’t worry,” he murmurs. He reaches for his nightstand, opening the drawer and fumbling around for a condom. “Wait,” you say, stopping him. He pauses, brows scrunched in a concerned scowl. “I’ve been on the pill for a while now, and if you’re clean… maybe we don’t gotta use one,” you meekly whisper, barely audible as you grow timid at your words.

He softens, flashing a boyish grin at you. “I’m clean, querida. Ca- she was the only person I technically slept with since we started our agreement and I used protection. I’ll only do this if you’re sure though,” he explains. It’s your turn to flash him a shy smile.

“I want this, Javi. I wanna feel all of you. Wanna feel what’s mine,” you mutter. A flip switches inside Javi. He slams the drawer shut and is back on you in seconds, his lips ferociously capturing yours in another heated kiss.

Pants fill the air as he prods your entrance with his angry, red tip. He enters your weeping cunt in one swift motion, gliding in easily with the combination of his precum and your slick. An obscene squelch rings in the air.

The two of you moan loudly into each other’s mouths. The familiar delicious sting sets in despite being prepped for him. He’s so big that he kisses your cervix in one thrust. “S-so fucking big, hah, Javi. Always f-feel so f-fucking good, baby,” you cry out. “Fuck, bebita! Feel so fucking good, letting me fuck you raw,” he grumbles, his pace slowly picking up as he crashes into your g-spot with each stroke.

He’s so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach.

He grabs your thighs, hiking them up and pulls you even closer - if that’s possible. He throws your legs over both his shoulders, pushing him in deeper than before. You scream at the new angle - the newfound pleasure. A fire simmers in your belly, waiting to explode.

Yes, the two of you have hooked up before, but this time is different - better. You love each other - are in love with each other. The thought sends a wave of slick dripping from your cunt.

Catching a glimpse of him, you lock eyes with each other as he relentlessly thrusts into you. He strokes your g-spot with every move.

“So fucking gorgeous, all fucking mine. Mine, baby, you’re mine,” he grits. “Yours, Javi. All yours, I love you, Javi,” you keen, gasping for air as he brings you closer to the edge.

He moans at your words, throwing his head back as he feels your orgasm approaching. “I love you, baby. God, I fucking love you, never letting you go ever again,” he heaves. You wail at his words as they fan the flames that burn in your tummy, clenching as tears stream from your eyes.

“Let go for me, querida. I got you, amor. Let go, baby,” he mutters as he delivers one particularly hard, sloppy punch to your g-spot. A sob escapes you as you’re launched into a pit of darkness, body and mind feeling fuzzy as your soul floats around somewhere. All that rings through the air is just Javi. His face, his words, him. A sensation you can’t explain, simply just Javi.

A loud, guttural groan brings you back down to Earth. Javi chases his release as you return to reality.

“Querida, where do you want me?” He hastily asks as he sloppily thrusts into you. The high of your orgasm still lingering, making you mildly incoherent and extremely sensitive. “Baby, I’m close. Where do you want me?”

“Inside, Javi. Inside,” you groan. That’s all it takes for him to coat your fluttering walls with his release, you moan as you feel his warm load fill you up. He snaps his hips into yours, groaning with each stroke. He peppers gentle kisses to your calves as he softens inside you, his hair stuck to his forehead.

Ragged breathing fills the air, along with the smell of cum and sweat. He sets your legs down and groans as he pulls out of you, while you pliably lay there - your whole body having turned into jelly. Leaning down, he settles himself on top of you and captures your lips in a gentle kiss. You trace circles on his back as you mold your lips to his. Breaking the kiss, he rests his sticky forehead on top of yours.

“Hi,” he whispers. “Hi,” you repeat, a dopey smile adorning your face. “You went somewhere, didn’t you?” Your brows scrunch in confusion, opening your mouth to ask for clarification until he beats you to it.

“Right when you finished, you went somewhere. Never seen you so happy before,” he quietly rasps. A sheepish smile makes its way onto your face. “I did. It was like I was floating, but I don’t know where. All I know is that you were the only thing on my mind,” you timidly whisper. He breaks out into a huge toothy grin.

“Oh yeah? The only thing on your mind, huh?” He smugly asks. You playfully swat his shoulder. “You just got back on my good side, don’t ruin it again, Javi,” you tease, but Javi’s demeanor noticeably shifts. His smile disappears and his gaze is avoidant.

“Hey,” you frown. “I’m just joking, baby. I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, looking away at the wall. “No, it’s not okay. I’m sorry, baby. Shouldn’t have done what I did. Was stupid of me to do instead of just talking about things,” he mutters.

You cup his cheeks. “Hey. I also could’ve done better too. I should’ve just tried talking to you about what was bothering me instead of pushing you away.”

“But you had every right to push me away,” he says. You shake your head this time. “I was the one who said we could see other people just because I was scared to be rejected. I definitely should’ve just communicated with you,” you explain, your gaze looking at the corner of the ceiling, avoiding his gaze now.

“What I did was still fucked up though. I had a feeling I knew why you asked me and I did that any way all because I was scared. I’d have never rejected you if you told me what I know now.” His words cause a smile to breakout onto your face. “I know that now, but I just wish we would’ve set some rules or at least talked about these things earlier in the year when we first started seeing each other.”

Silence settles amongst you two, both of you unsure what to say. “We were pretty stupid, weren’t we, querida?” Javi asks, breaking the silence as you two lock eyes. You burst into a fit of giggles, eliciting a belly laugh from Javi. “We were, but going forward, let’s agree to just talk to each other about anything and everything, including things that are bothering us. Okay?” You say cupping his cheeks.

“Okay. Agreed,” he sigh. Flashing him a tired smile on your face, your eyes flit to his lips as he flashes you his million dollar smile. He leans in and firmly, but tenderly presses his lips against yours.

“I love you, querida,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. “I love you too,” you say, smiling into the kiss.

Translations:

Me parecio ver a agluien que conozco - I thought I saw someone I knew

Disculpe - excuse me

Quien es ella, Javi?! Eh?! Esta su vecina?! O su puta?! - Who is she, Javi? Your neighbor or your bitch?!

Ella es mi vecina y ya, Cassandra! Nada mas! Ven aqui, por favor! - She's my neighbor and that's it, Cassandra, nothing more! Come here, please!

No estoy solo tu vecina, Javier y lo sabes - I'm not just your neighbor Javier and you know it.

No, estamos haciendo esto ahora - No, we're doing this now

Te lo estas jodiendo eh? - You guys are fucking huh?

Sí, y por que te importa? - Yes and why do you care?

No me importa con quien este jodiendo, pero quiero que me llaman con el nombre correcto. No soy una de tus putas, Javier - I don't care who he fucks, I just want to be called the right names. I'm not one of your whores, Javier

Cassandra, ya por favor! Y ella no es puta. Deja de llamarla asi - Enough, please! And she’s not a whore, stop calling her that

Por que la defiendes eh? Ella es tu novia? No habria aceptado salir si hubiera sabido que tenias una novia - Why are you defending her? Is she your girlfriend? I never would’ve agreed to go out with you if I knew you had a girlfriend

No, ella no es mi novia. Solo mi amiga y vecina. Deja de gritar - No she’s not my girlfriend. She’s only my friend and my neighbor. Stop yelling

Si ella no es tu novia, entonces por que te gritaste su nombre en la cama? - If she’s not your girlfriend then why did you yell her name in bed?

No se, Cassandra! Pero lo siento. En realidad - I don’t know Cassandra but I’m sorry. Really

Deberías haberla llamado en su lugar. Ella te gusta mas de yo - You should’ve called her instead. You like her more than me

Que estas haciendo, querida - What are you doing?

Nada, papi. No puedo tocar lo que es mio? - Nothing, daddy. I can’t touch what’s mine?

Sabes qué les pasa a las mocosas cuando se portan mal? - You know what happens to brats when they misbehave?

Sí papi, por eso estoy actuando como una mocosa - Yes, papi, that’s why I’m acting like a brat

Que necesitas? - What do you need?

and that’s the end of my first ever series! this was very fun to write, all the drama was so indulgent to write! thank you to everyone for following along and supporting my mini series! 🩷

this isn’t the end of Deja Vú, these two will return! 🫶🏼

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