He was good—too good to be real, too good for you—without ever asking for anything in return. But the eyes, the eyes never lie, and Javier's eyes always spoke of how much he wanted you.

Your brother had been arrested recently, something about the drug runs and trafficking he did under your nose to maintain the luxurious life he gave you. Jav didn't tell you much about it—just said he'd take care of you, like your brother would've wanted. That it would all be resolved in a week, tops.

But obviously, that wasn't what happened. A week turned into a month, and then months slipped by—too fast and too slow all at once. But the tattooed man stayed. Carrying your groceries. Forcing you to keep going to college. Offering you a solid shoulder during your worst dysphoric spells.

At first, you were just a part of the background for him—just your brother's younger sibling. But as time passed, and your lives folded in together, he began to notice. You became a beautiful, strong man in his eyes. The way your pussy lips stuck to your shorts on hot days, the way your voice said his name, the way your eyes lit up when he gave you little surprise gifts... it was everything the Brazilian needed to get hard without even realizing it.

Still, he hadn't acted. Not yet. It was easier to pretend you didn't mess with his heart and dick. That you didn't make his cock ache and his chest feel like it was catching fire. That the veins in his length didn't pulse in time with the racing of his heart whenever you looked at him. He couldn't sleep properly without seeing you first. Without confirming that you were still there, still safe, still his.

He shouldn't have come home yet. You knew his shift ended at ten. You had time—just enough to let yourself unravel beneath your own fingers, imagining it was his hands, his voice, his weight pressing into you. Your clit throbbed, your cunt dripped at the thought of those tattooed hands...

But the door creaked open too soon. You couldn't pull the blanket over yourself fast enough. Jav saw everything—your pussy wet and glistening, your fingers frozen mid-thrust, your eyes wide like a deer about to be hit.

Caught.

"You really gonna fuck yourself stupid in the same spot I sleep?" Jav growled, cock already thick and straining against his mechanic's overalls. He had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't even take it out—just exhaled smoke, letting the ember burn between his lips.

"A boy so needy to cum?"

He stepped further into the room and shut the door behind him with a soft click.

"Fuck," he breathed, eyes dragging down your body, slow and greedy. "Let me make you cum?"