#javi g fanfic
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I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks
For You
Pairing: Javi G x ofc Ally
Word Count: 2700+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: I got a request from @jedi-in-crocs : I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks (Ally)
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Market day in Mallorca was always a beautiful affair. Rows and rows of tents adorned the streets, bursting with vibrant colors of fresh fruits and veggies, various paintings, clay jars and mugs, the smells of homemade snacks and treats filling the air as people bustled past each other, lightly bumping shoulders with each other as they set their eyes on something they want.
But Javi's favorite row was for the flowers. Beautiful blooms and plants bursting from various pots and glass jars, some massive and sitting in large pots on the ground, other small and dangling in the air at the end of macrame chains. He stops to look at each and every one, touching some of the petals or leaves and smiling to himself before moving on to the next.
But today is different. As he nears the middle of the row of tents and tables, he notices a new vendor. Her area was smaller than the others, but the plants and flowers she had were breathtaking. Bright colors and green leaves strategically placed on a couple of shelved hand carved wooden tables created this ambience of tranquility despite the bustling crowd. But this was nothing compared to the woman in front of him, straightening up from placing the last of her pots on the ground, gently dabbing at her brow to rid her skin of the few beads of sweat that had accumulated. She turns and jumps when she sees Javi staring at her.
"Oh!I'm sorry I didn't see you. Welcome! Is there anything specifically you're looking for?"
He's momentarily speechless, her green eyes shining up at him, her face framed by her auburn hair, the sun catching it at the right angle and making it glow.
"I… I don't.." Why can't he speak? She's staring at him, a friendly smile on her face as she studies him.
"That's ok. Are you looking for a gift for someone? Your mom or significant other?"
"Oh, no. My mother has passed and I am not… I mean, I don't have…" Javi sighs. "I am single."
Is he imagining the slight flush to her cheeks at his answer? Her eyes flick away from his for a brief moment before returning, her cheeks still a slight shade of pink.
"Well then.. are you new to plants?" Javi nods, trying to regain his composure. "Ok great. Then may I recommend…" She looks around for a few moments before reaching for a plant with green oval shaped leaves cascading down vines out of a small hanging planter. She turns and holds it out for him, his breath catching in his throat when their fingers touch briefly at the exchange. She clears her throat a moment layer, shaking her head.
"I uh… this is a pothos. Very easy to take care of. Water once a week or so and make sure they get some light. They're pretty sturdy."
"Th-thank you, miss…"
"Ally." She extends her hand and Javi shifts the pot into his left hand, extending his right to shake hers, his body nearly shaking when they touch. He hears her breath catch as well. Could she feel the same?
"I-"
"Hey lady! Do you have any monstera?" A large man pushes his way past Javi, nearly knocking him over to stand in front of Ally.
"I uh…yes. Right here." As she shows him the plants, he proceeds for tell her some long winded tale of his own garden, her eyes flicking back to Javi apologetically. After several minutes it becomes clear that he won't be leaving soon and Javi had to head home for a meeting. He sighs, pulling out some money and setting it on the table for her. At the last minute he decided to write a little note, taking the pen and paper she had set there to make notes about plant care for people.
I hope this is enough. I'll be back next weekend to make sure.
Javi leaves the paper and makes eye contact with Ally, her small, sad smile and nod indicating she saw him leave the money.
Javi can't stop thinking about her all week.
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Javi returns every weekend for 2 months. At first, he makes up excuses for coming, looking for plants, what does a slight discoloration mean, anything he can think of to talk to her. He's never been very good at flirting or picking up signals, but she laughs at all of his jokes, blushing whenever he compliments her, and he swears he's caught her more than once checking him out.
One weekend, Javi decides enough of enough- it's time to ask Ally out. Mayne just for coffee so if she says no, he can cover it up as a just as friends coffee. Or a thank you coffee. Something.
Javi walks to her stand, waiting a moment to watch her, back to him as she moves about arranging her plants, her fingers lightly brushing against petals and Javi imagines what it must feel like to have those same fingers brush against his skin, digging into his arms as they meld their bodies together…
He shakes his head. Now isn't the time for lewd thoughts. It wouldn't help his nerves. Javi stops at the entrance to her booth, giving her space to move about.
"Hi Ally. Got anything new today?"
She doesn't turn around, still moving about her plants. Javi clears his throat a little louder than he normally would. Still, she doesn't move. No turning to give him her brilliant smile that warms him up. Did he do something wrong? Say something wrong? His brain works fast, playing through all of their interactions. Nothing seemed amiss. Could he have misread something?
"She can't hear you." The vendor next to Ally says as she comes to stand next to Javi.
"What?"
"Her aids are being repaired so she doesn't have them today."
His eyebrows pull together. "Aids?"
"Hearing aids. Did you not see them?"
He hadn't. He was too taken in by her sweet words and gorgeous eyes, her obvious love for the plants she so lovingly cares for. When he doesn't reply, the woman turns more towards him.
"She's losing her hearing. It'll be totally gone one day, I think. At least that's what she told me. She taught me some basic signs too in case she didn't have her aids. Lovely girl."
Javi watches the back of Ally, still tending the plants she loves so much. "I have to go. Can you tell her 'Javi has some work to do but he'll be back soon?'"
The woman nods and Javi thanks her, turning promptly on his heel and heading straight for his car, pulling out his phone to call his assistant to help him with his task.
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A month later, Javi nervously approaches Ally's booth. What if she's mad at me? I hope I did not distress her too much. He swallows hard, taking the last few steps to her booth, watching her brush dirt from her hands, fingers rubbing gently on the gardening apron she always wore. She turns and sees him, eyes locking on his as she freezes, her eyes studying him, her focus slightly upset. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can, Javi raises his hands, willing the nerves to leave him as he starts to move.
[Signed]"I am sorry I have not come. Your neighbor-" He points to the lady in the next booth over. "- told me about your hearing and how you use ASL-"
Her eyes well up. [Signed] "You know ASL?"
Javi shakes his head. [Signed] "I didn't. I spent the last month starting to learn it for you."
Pure shock flashes across her face as she points to herself. [Signed] "For me? Why?"
Javi takes a few steps towards her, closing the distance between them. He brushes a short strand of her auburn hair from her face, the sunlight glinting slightly off of the tiny tube connecting her hearing aids to the ear mold and he smiles, meeting her eyes.
[Signed] "Because I always want to be able to talk to you, hear your thoughts. Anything you have to say."
Their eyes lock onto each other and he glances down at her lips, slightly parted. He brings his hands up slowly to cup her cheeks, giving her every chance to pull back. Instead, she grips his shirt, pulling him closer as their lips meet, soft and wanting. He wraps an arm around her, pressing his tongue to her lips as she eagerly responds. After several seconds, the lady in the booth next to Ally clears her throat and Javi pulls back, glaring slightly at the woman. Ally follows his gaze and looks at the woman, who is now smirking. Javi puts his finger on Ally's cheek, turning her head back to his.
[Signed] "Will you have dinner with me?"
Ally smiles wide, brightening the entire area and warming Javi up as she nods enthusiastically. "I'm free tonight?"
Javi chuckles. "I'll pick you up at 8 for dinner."
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Javi thinks he's never seen someone more beautiful than her. The dress she wore fits her perfectly, enhancing her physical features, but it's more than that. As Javi listens to her talk about cross pollination, he watches her confidence grow with her excitement about her plants, a non stop stream of words and he drinks in every one, his chin leaning on his fist as he watches her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"And oh my God I've been talking the whole time, haven't I?" She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands, elbows propped on the table.
"No, no. Please continue. I love watching you talk."
She lowers her hands and looks at him. "Watching me talk?"
"Yes. The way your passion for what you do pours out of you, touching anyone near you."
Her face heats up more and she fans herself for a moment. "You flatter me too much, Javi."
He catches her eye and signs. "That's because I really like you."
As dinner continues, he learns more about her. Her childhood, how she ended up in Mallorca, how her illness is causing her to lose her hearing, eventually a total loss. So she wanted to spend time listening to the small sounds, the way the wind moves through pine needles, the way water splashes against the leaves, the way grass flows against the breeze.
"Can I show you something?" Javi asks as he nervously offers his arm to Ally as they exit the restaurant. She takes it almost instantly, leaning into him and making his ears feel warm.
"Of course. Anywhere you'd like to go, I'm there."
Javi helps her into his jeep, driving back towards the compound. The guards let him in and he drives down the winning dirt road, turning down a nearly hidden path. He follows it down until it clears a little, overlooking the water. He reaches behind him, grabbing a thick blanket from the backseat before getting out of the jeep, walking around to offer his hand to Ally, helping her out of the jeep. Their fingers lace together as she follows him towards a small, clear space where he puts the blanket down, spreading it out. He offers his hand again, grinning at Ally as she sits, laying down next to him when he lays down.
"You see those stars there?" He points to the sky and Ally follows his fingers, squinting at the rapidly darkening sky.
"Yeah I think so."
"That's the Scorpius constellation."
"Really?"
"No idea."
She laughs, turning her head to him and finding him already looking at her, a faint smile on his face. She watches him back, eyes roaming over his handsome face, with his prominent nose and curls you just want to touch. She leans in and Javi meets her halfway, their lips crashing together as she slides her fingers around his head, tugging at the curls at the back of his neck. Javi feels his pants tighten even more and he pulls back, his eyes moving between hers, his eyebrows raised in question. She replies by gripping his shirt, pulling him to her as she unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders, only breaking the kiss for Javi to toss his shirt somewhere over his shoulder, both of them giggling as he lays her back, slotting himself between her spread legs.
He holds himself above her, his soft lips pressing to hers as he grinds himself against her, feeling her heat beneath his pants. Then her fingers are at his pant line, fumbling to open his button and the kiss breaks, his forehead pressed to hers as she manages to open the button, sliding his pants down just enough for him to spring out, hard and wanting. He pulls his head back just enough to look at her, his own lust echoed in the depths of her eyes.
[Signed]”Are you sure?”
She nods. “Yes. Please, Javi, I need you.”
He slides his hand up her bare thigh, pressing his fingers between her thighs and moaning as he feels how wet she is for him, her own moan at his light touch mixing with his. She grips his hand, showing him how to touch her, his thick fingers sending jolts of pleasure out from where he touches her. But then he pushes her panties aside, Ally silently grateful for wearing a dress as he touches her, his skin on hers, sliding his fingers and touching her how she showed him. Her release comes from nowhere, a loud gasp and moan coming from her as her back arches, her body tensing with pleasure. Her back lowers, her chest heaving as she looks up at Javi, his eyes nearly black in the low light and she wraps her legs around him, trying to get him to move. He smiles and presses his hips forward, slowly pushing into her as he watches her face contort with pleasure at the feel of him stretching her open, small pants puffing out into his face until he bottoms out. Javi stays like that, pulling out only a little before pushing in, just to give her a moment, until he feels her hands grasping at his back, her heels digging into his ass and he gets the hint. He sets a comforting pace, not too rough and not too light, adding in his signature thrust that has her pulsing around him, his name tumbling from her lips as he comes with her, unable to resist the feel of her engulfing him.
They stay like that for several minutes, her fingers lightly tracing a mindless pattern across his sweaty, bare back, their breathing syncing together. Slowly, Javi pulls out, a hiss on his lips as he pats at the ground for his shirt, helping to clean her up with it before himself. He chucks the shirt on the ground again, laughing lightly with Ally before laying back down, pulling her close to him as he feels her hand on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head as they watch the stars.
6 months later, they get married, happy to spend the rest of their days with each other, thankful that Javi stopped in the market that day.
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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x OFC!Nora Delaine
Series Summary: Nora Delaine wins a writing contest and flies out to California to have her original fiction turned into a screenplay with the help of rising star screenplay writer Javi Gutierrez, never expecting to become friends let alone something more to him.
Rating: 18+ Series
Warnings: 2nd person POV, lots of fluff, yearning, slow burn, friends to lovers (so eventual smut), age gap (Nora is in her mid-30s, Javi in his mid-40s), Nora has insecurities about her weight (mentioned soft stomach), and that's all the warnings I can give without spoiling things.
Author’s Note: I never planned to write a series for Javi G but the plot bunnies got me. Really got me. This is going to have the most chapters for any fanfic I've written in a long time. Decided on making it an OFC fic because Nora said she's a detailed character with French heritage. Every chapter title will be the title of a Bon Jovi song cause Nora's a shameless fan.
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Chapter 1: You Had Me From Hello
Chapter 2: I Love This Town
Chapter 3: Whole Lot Of Leavin'
Chapter 4: Reunion
Chapter 5: Pictures Of You
Chapter 6: I Will Drive You Home - Coming Soon
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
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Yes (Javi G x F!Reader)
Pairing: Javi G (TUWOMT) x f!Reader
Summary: You and Javi wait for the results of an at-home pregnancy test.
Word Count: 1.7k+
Rating: Teen. Though this fic isn’t explicit, my blog is 18+ only.
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: I think this is the first time I came up with and wrote a fic all in one day lol. Enjoy this fluff fest and join me in all the dad!Javi G feels.
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Wait ten minutes, you read on the little pamphlet before setting it down on the vanity. Ten minutes. No big deal. What’s ten minutes after waiting a week for your period?
A fucking eternity.
Your heartbeat creeps into your throat, and you fear you might choke on it.
Just breath, you tell yourself. You can do this.
Hunched over, clutching the marble vanity, you take a deep breath…but it’s not enough. Despite its grand size, the walls of the master bathroom are closing in on you. A wave of nausea washes over you as your vision tunnels and your body tingles. Everything magnifies. The lights are blinding and the slight drip from the sink faucet is deafening.
No… You can’t do this.
Pushing yourself away from the vanity, you turn and open the door that connects to the bedroom, searching for air, for a distraction, for anything. A figure whips around to see you as soon as you enter the room, making you freeze.
“Javi!”you breath in surprise. You thought he was in his study, working on his latest screenplay, wanting to spare him the stress of waiting for the results of the test.
“Did you take it?” he immediately questions, the anxiety clear in his voice.
“I-yeah,” is all you can manage to say, trying to process what’s happening.
“What did it say? Is it positive? Can I see?” He moves past you to walk into the bathroom, but immediately turns back. “No. I can’t. I’m too nervous. What did it say?!”
“It didn’t say anything,” you reply. “I only just took it, and it takes ten minutes to show the results.”
“Ten minutes?! Ay, Dios Mío!” He places a hand on his chest. “My heart is beating so fast. I think I need to sit down.” Seeming like he may be sick, he moves over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge.
You fold your arms and hug them closely to your body. You feared he’d freak out. Why did I even tell him that I’m late?
“It’s okay if you want to leave,” you assure him. “You don’t have to stay. You don’t have to have any part in this…if you don’t want to.”
Javi looks up at you, brows knitted together, the eyes beneath them shining with a love that burns from within. “What? You really think I don’t want to be a part of this?” he questions, sounding hurt by your inference. He rises to your feet and walks to you, then clasps your shoulders, his large hands warm and comforting. “Of course, I want to be a part of this! I mean, I’m already a part of this, aren’t I?” He pulls back and tilts his head. “Unless this happened because of some sort of…divine intervention.”
You hang your head to hide a smile. “No. Of course not.”
“Good.” He lets go. “So we just wait then?”
You nod, and he turns away. Silence falls between you.
“I’m sorry,” you squeak, though you’re unsure why. Maybe it’s shame, facing a pregnancy when you’re not even engaged let alone married. Or perhaps it’s guilt, feeling as though you’re trapping him. A tear falls down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Oh, dulzura. No, no.” Javi returns to you, this time pulling you into a hug. “Don’t be sorry. Why be sorry?”
Shaking your head, you push him away. “I don’t know,” you admit, trying to make sense of all the thoughts in your head. “The timing feels horrible. You just started your next screenplay with Nic, and I know you’re under a lot of stress with that. You don’t need something like this occupying your mind or holding you back.”
“Something like this?” he questions. “Mi amor… Look at me.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “I have a confession.”
Your heart slams against your chest as you look up at him through your eyelashes.
Javi moves his hand to your cheek. “Do you remember when we were watching the Academy Awards together and I told you that one of my biggest dreams is to win an Oscar for Screenwriting?” he questions.
Yes. Of course, you remember… Cuddling on the couch. The way he looked like a little kid while spewing random facts about which awards Nic Cage and his movies had been nominated for in the past. Cheering on his favorite nominees and yelling when the ones he disliked won. Crying at the sweetest acceptance awards. It was one of your favorite date nights.
“I lied to you,” Javi admits. “It was a lie. Well, it wasn’t technically a lie because it is one of my dreams, just not my biggest. My biggest dream is to have a family. To share kids with the love of my life…it would be a magical experience. Not always an easy one, I know, but I can’t imagine a future without having a family of my own.”
Instantly, you melt. “Oh, Javi,” you sigh. “Why have you never told me that?”
His hand slips from your face, and he seems ashamed. “Because I am a coward,” he responds.
“You aren’t a coward.”
“I am,” he states, nodding. He walks away, his hands on his hips as he looks down at the ground. “I never allow myself to have what my heart wants because I’m afraid of failing.”
“You’re doing perfectly, Javi,” you reassure him. “At everything.”
“But who’s to say I can do good at this? I…I don’t know how to be a father, and there’s no script for parenting. I know I’m not much of a better man than my father, and I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to be an old man, alone on my deathbed, guilty of what kind of father I was, but refusing to make things right.”
“That won’t happen,” you assure him. You close the gap between the two of you, laying one hand on his chest, the other reaching up to touch his face, feeling his thick facial hair. “I may not have known your father, but I know you, and I’m certain you will make an amazing father. Yes, you may be stubborn and sometimes extremely difficult”-you offer him a smile-“but you are also very kind and compassionate. I have no idea how to be a parent either…but I’m willing to learn.”
Javi looks at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes, filled with hope and wonder. “With me?”
“No, with God,” you jest. “Yes, with you, silly.”
“Oh, good,” he chuckles. “Because I want to do this with you. You will make a phenomenal mother. You already take such good care of me.”
You giggle but it quickly fades. You look down at the hand on his shirt. “Listen, Javi, truth… The reason I didn’t test sooner, that I didn’t even bring it up when I first suspected it, was because… Well, I’m scared too. I’m afraid that, no matter the results, our entire relationship will change. That it will change the way you feel about me. I don’t want to mess up what we have.”
“I don’t want to lie to you, querida. It does change everything,” he admits freely. “But not for worse. If anything, this has made me see just how much I love you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve always wanted to. I’ve just been too paralyzed by fear – doubts – that someone as beautiful and perfect as you would want to spend the rest of their life with me. Everyday I’m worried that I’m living in a fantasy world, and one day I’ll wake up, and you’ll be gone.”
You’re shocked by his admission. Looking deeply into his eyes, you place your hands on either side of his cheeks and say, “Javi Gutierrez. When is it going to sink into that enormous head of yours that you are a wonderful man who I love more than anything else, and – should you ask me to - I’d be honored to spend my life with you?”
His eyes widen, and a ridiculously happy smile appears on his face. “Really?”
You nod. “Really.”
“Maybe I, uh… Maybe I should ask you to then?”
“Maybe you should,” you respond, smiling. You bite your lower lip, remembering what brought you here in the first place. “But not now. It’s not the right time.”
“No?” he questions, confused.
“No.”
“No. Yes, no. You’re right. Now’s not the right time.” He’s silent, his eyebrows screwed up as he looks at you. After a moment, he questions, “How about now?”
You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, wondering if he’s forgotten about the test. “No, Javi. But I… I think it’s about time to check the test.”
“Oh, yeah. Right. The test. No, go. I cannot look.”
You nod, then turn and walk toward the bathroom.
“Mi vida, wait.”
You turn back to him, watching as he steps up to you.
“No matter what the test says, no matter what happens next… I love you. I love you unconditionally and nothing will change that.”
Beaming, you respond. “I love you, too.”
He nods, encouraging you to go, which you do. Walking up to the vanity, you pick up the small plastic stick sitting on it. It shakes as you hold it in your trembling hand, but you see that the little clock on the display screen has turned into a word - a word so simple yet capable of changing the course of your life.
A million emotions rushing through you, you step back out into the bedroom, your eyes fixed on the letters as your brain tries to process what it means.
“Well?” Javi prods.
“It’s…positive.”
You look up at him, watching the realization wash over his face. He releases a breath, his eyes wet with tears.
“Really?” His mouth twists into a bright smile after speaking the words, flashing nearly all of his teeth.
“Yeah. Really,” you reply, beaming. Your voice is shaky, filled with tears. “You’re going to be a father, Javi.”
You hold out the test, and Javi looks down, uttering an excited, “Oh, wow!” as he gazes at the word staring back at him: YES. He’s in absolute awe.
Unexpectedly, he looks up at you, then tosses his arms around your back, picking you up and spinning you around. Your arms instinctively wrap tightly around his neck, holding onto him.
“Javi!” you exclaim, laughing as tears of joy start to stream down your face.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, setting you back down and unwrapping his arms, as though he’s afraid of breaking you. “I’m sorry, my vida. I’ll be more careful. I just cannot contain my excitement! You just made me the happiest man alive!”
Your arms remain wrapped around his neck, and you move to press your lips to his. He finally holds you once more, this time less tightly. One of your hands reaches up, allowing your fingers to run through his curls. Pulling back, you demand, “Ask me, Javi. Ask me what you wanted to ask.”
Without missing a beat, he asks, “Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
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Gorgeous
Summary: You help Javi relax in the pool one evening.
WC: 2.4K
Pairing: Javi G. x Female!Reader (established relationship)
Warnings: 18+ Minors be gone! Handjob, cumplay, praise kink, body worship.
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This bright yellow pool lounge is almost definitely not made for two fully grown adults. Javi’s frame already overwhelms it, wide shoulders and soft belly spread out in the most delicious way as he floats through the water, wide eyes beckoning you to him without saying a single word.
Both of you nearly topple overboard as he reaches for you, meaty arms wrapping around you and pulling you into the float, half of your frame draped across him, your legs tangling together where they dangle in the water. Javi isn’t complaining, only wrapping his arm tighter around your waist and pressing a chlorine scented kiss to the crown of your head.
“Perfecto,” he murmurs quietly, before reaching for the glass of whiskey he filled before you came out for the evening, offering you a sip before taking his own.
The air is warm despite the night sky drifting listlessly above you, the stars lighting the world from up above, the soft glow of the pool lights from below. The two of you don’t speak, content to let time pass slowly, the crashing waves of the salty sea mixing with the sound of Javi’s breath in your ear.
The cool water sends goosebumps across your arm, but Javi’s strong hand chases them away, lulling you down from the heights of a hectic day. You’re practically limp against him, head resting over the steady beat of his heart, fingers making senseless patterns across his bare chest, and it’s only when you press your lips to the curve of his neck that you realize that Javi has yet to join you in the loose waves of relaxation, his shoulders still tight beneath your kiss.
So like your Javi, coaxing you into the pool with the singular goal of erasing your worries, only to let his own cling to his weary bones. He’s content to carry his stress quietly, while every other action of his is done with vibrant joy. He doesn’t know any other way to live, his kindness radiating brighter than the sun. Day after day you have been blessed to live in his warm summer shine, letting him care for you in every way he knows how. If only you could give as much as he shares in return, and melt away the stress that makes a home inside his heart.
You consider briefly pulling him into the water and letting him work his woes away between your legs, but you know how that story ends– pleasure pulled from you again and again– this beautiful man only happy to take his fill after he greedily gives as much to you as he can. He truly is infuriating in the best ways possible, grinning wider with each wave of pleasure he ripples down your spine, refusing to slide into you until you’re soaked and quivering beneath his touch.
You press one more kiss to his shoulders, lips matching to a constellation of freckles and listen to him hum in appreciation, his busy fingers already drawing their own tiny patterns along your hip. Small tremors shadow his touch, and you let out a sigh of appreciation, letting it mingle with the distant sound of sea water. Another idea comes to you, almost by accident, your fingertips drifting just a little lower, catching at the coarse hair starting just below his belly button, a sigh slipping from between his lips when you do.
You start slowly, hand moving gently over the swell of his belly, the patch of hair leading down past the waist band teasing your appetite. He sighs again, the noise choking off as it bleeds into your name, soft brown eyes peeking down at you, a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. Your lips find his neck again, kissing gently, a scratch of your teeth following. The smile flips up higher, his whole face lighting up brighter than the stars in the sky and you fall a little bit more in love with him, unable to look away as he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. The float tilts dangerously left then right, peals of laughter breaking your mouths apart.
“Should we retire for the night?”
You don’t answer right away, instead letting your hand continue to make soothing patterns along his tummy, lower and lower with each pass, watching as the golden skin shivers and swells with each haggard breath that catches in his throat. Finally– finally– your finger catches at the waistband of his bathing suit, and you don’t hesitate in slipping the tip of one finger between the heavy fabric and Javi’s smooth skin.
“M-mi…mi amor ...let me…”
You cut his words off with a soft shush, lips pressing gently to the sharp cut of his jaw, a second finger sneaking down to join the other where it’s brushing up against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He’s already half-hard, the outline of him growing with each small movement of your fingers. You’re in no rush, content to watch his cock lengthen slowly, his breath coming in short spurts as you continue to stroke softly at the heat of his skin, your fingers trapped beneath the slick fabric of his bathing suit.
The hand wrapped around your waist, moves in time with your strokes, his own finger slipping between the thin string holding your bikini bottom in place. He tries once, twice, three times to touch you, the hand not pulling gently at your bathing suit attempting to sneak between your legs, but you stop him at every attempt. Halting your ministrations to swat his hand away, always pressing a kiss just below his ear in apology every time that you do.
“Let me take care of you.” Your voice barely breaks a whisper as you coax his waistband lower, just enough for the weight of his cock to bob free, drops of water splashing up as it smacks down on the swell of stomach. You lick your lips, wishing for the first time you were in a bed, if only so you could settle your body between the thick expanse of his thighs and let the tip of your tongue trace the veins along the underside of him before swallowing him down to the back of your throat. You settle for the tip of one one finger, letting your own moan of pleasure drip out of you at the sight of his cock quivering beneath your light touch.
You glance up quickly, catching sight of Javi’s twisted features, his brows bunched in and eyes squeezing shut in concentration, plump bottom lip worried between his teeth. Drops of water cling to him, his curls, his temple, the hook of his nose. You watch as one follows the cut of his chin and down his throat to bead at the base of his neck. You long to dip your tongue out and catch at it, curious to know if it’s pool water or sweat clinging to his skin as he struggles against his shuddering breath.
You call his name, a playful nudge of your nose into his jaw followed by your lips until honey brown eyes are blinking open in wonder as he looks back at you. You take your time, reaching up and running your fingers softly through his curls, tucking them gently behind his ear.
“Relax, my love. Just breathe.”
You make a show of breathing in slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his, counting the seconds inside your head.
In, two, three, four.
Out, two, three, four.
He breathes with you, shoulders loosening with each pull of air in and out of his lungs. You reward his efforts, wrapping your fingers loosely around the base of his cock. He startles, enough to rock the float side to side, and another wave of giggles filter through both of you as fresh pool water splashes up into your laps, breaking the last of the tension free. It’s enough to relax him completely, his body melting back as you slowly stroke upwards. He whines, high and sweet, and you wish you could bottle the sound and carry it around with you, something to remind you how much this man means to you.
You keep close to the base at first, fingers curled loosely around him, marveling at the way your gentle touch has him growing thicker, harder, until finally you stroke all the way up, pulling his foreskin back to reveal the head of his cock, a bead of precum waiting for you. In that one moment you can’t help yourself, swiping at the liquid with your thumb and bringing it to Javi’s lips. He opens obediently, sucking the digit into the hot cavern of his mouth, letting the taste of himself sit heavy on his tongue.
You moan in tandem, a familiar heat pooling in your core as Javi swirls his tongue around the tip of your thumb. Something hot and wet joins the cool water between your legs and you can’t help the shiver that pushes you closer to Javi’s warmth. He grins as you slide your thumb from his mouth, satisfied with the effect he’s starting to have on you, but you’re determined at this point, your hand returning to the base of his cock, stroking with a set pace that has him crying out your name.
“Shhh, sweet boy. I’ve got you.” You chase your words with a soft press of your lips, letting them linger at each drop of water that clings to his chest. You can feel the thump of his heartbeat as you kiss along his bare skin again and again, keeping your strokes steady along the length of his cock. The water chafes at your grip, but Javi only seems to moan louder when you hand catches at his foreskin, thumb swirling around the head before you stroke back down to the base. All the while you never stop talking, whispering filthy praise into the golden hues of his skin.
“So good for me. Such a good boy. Love those little noises you’re making for me. You can be louder, baby. Just us out here. Can you be louder for me?”
He whimpers at your words, the praise sending him into a spiral, and you can’t help but reward him, increasing your pace, squeezing harder at the base, knowing that’s what starts to tip him over the edge. He tries to thrust up to meet your grip, but you squeeze your legs where they’re tangled with his own, stilling his movements as you press the heat of your core to the meat of his thigh. The pressure is intoxicating, and you’re just as desperate suddenly, fighting the urge to thrust your own hips down. You settle for wrapping your legs just a little tighter before focusing again on the weight of Javi’s cock between your fingers.
“I have you, Javi,” you promise, making sure to twist your wrist just enough to pull another drop of precum from the tip of his cock, little mewls spilling out of him as you do. “I promise I have you.”
He nods, eyes slipping shut, brows curling in and down as his body goes taut from the pressure of your touch. You’re having trouble deciding where to look, eyes drifting from where his toes are curling in, up the tight draw of his legs and the clench of his thighs. The length of him is flushed red from tip to base pulses in your hand as you work him closer and closer to the edge, his chest rising and falling with the pace of your touch.
You follow the path up his neck, veins popping perfectly from the strain of it all, up to the clench of his jaw and the tick of his cheek. His eyes are still closed, but you’re feeling greedy for the first time tonight and so you let go of his cock, letting it smack back down to the water pooling in your laps, a pathetic cry breaking past Javi’s lips.
“N-no…please, please don’t…”
You lean up the best you can and kiss him soundly, praying the lounger doesn’t flip over in the process. You slip your tongue between his lips, searching for the hint of his own taste you had left behind earlier before finally pulling away.
“Open your eyes, Javi. Let me see you.”
He takes one slow breath in before opening his eyes, brown practically gone, the black of his pupils blown wide with arousal. You kiss him again, quick and sweet, before once again wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him with intent. You don’t look away from his face as you move your hand faster, watching with rapt attention as he slowly starts to fall apart in front of your very eyes.
“So pretty, my love. You’re so pretty when you come.”
A breathy whine ratchets from his throat, his eyes wide and eyebrows pinched, and you can see the very moment before it all comes crumbling down. Everything quiets, his lips part around a silent quiver, moonlight catching in the white of his eyes and then he’s falling, his gorgeous features stretched and curved beneath the dark night sky. Your name is cried out and his fist splashes in the water, as warm wet heaven pours out of him, coating the swell of his belly and dripping between your fingers. You refuse to stop, stroking him through wave after wave of his release. It seems to go on forever, his hips bucking slightly, his control faltering as the aftershocks rocket through his system.
Finally, blissfully, his body slumps into the float, every bone in his body turned to loose string, a gentle smile that tells you how at peace he truly is. You indulge yourself one final time, dragging your sticky fingers through the mess on his stomach, watching as drops of his come pearl up and float along the water. You bring your fingers to your lips, allowing yourself a small taste, savoring the salty brine as it settles on your tastebuds, before sharing the rest with Javi. He’s dazed, happily parting his lips for you, cleaning your fingers off one by one, a lazy pace to the stroke of his tongue.
Once he’s had his fill, a soft hum drifting out of him as his eyes drift shut yet again, you settle back into this side, one more kiss pressed to the beat of his heart. You know it’s only a matter of time before he finds his second wind, Javi’s own restless hands desperate to repay your actions in kind, his own praise waiting in the wings. You won’t be able to stop him, you don’t want to, your own needs still simmering in the background, but for now you’re content to watch him beneath the starlight, sated and relaxed.
Gorgeous.
Dedications-
To my dearest @astroboots who is so supportive of all my hoe ways and is off on a new adventure! I am so happy for you and I expect many many food porn spam pictures from here on out.
To my lovely @jazzelsaur for beta reading and once again assuring me that this is hot. And also agreeing with me that Javi G. deserves nothing more than to be told what a good boy he is.
And to @write-and-buried who has listened to my unhinged ramblings regarding all of my writing and hasn't stopped encouraging me since the moment she came shrieking into my DM's.
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hi loves, sorry i havent posted a fic in a while! ive has a huge writers block when i started writing chapter 3 of messy annotations, but im almost done with the outline and im going to begin writing it probably later today once i finish, it's gonna be the longest chapter of the series so far, so i hope you all enjoy it! it'll probably be out within the next day or two! 🫶
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Hello my love! You DESERVE ALLL THE LOVE!!! Can I request Javi G? And “Wait! Please don’t leave!” For your AWESOME mini fic celebration???
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Regency!Javi Gutierrez.
867 words.
"Wait! Please don't leave!"
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Because we all need a little Darcy moment after the treat we got at the SAG Awards
"We should not be alone." He knows that. Everyone knows it. Even young children learn that being alone together is something only for the grown and married. Or your siblings. But certainly nothing else. So why Mr. Gutierrez is standing in your library now with mud on his boots and no waistcoat is beyond you. You certainly did not send for him, and neither did anyone else in your household.
"The day is early." Javi glances out the windows, almost surprised to see that the sun still has not quite cleared over the horizon. The night has been long, spent pacing his own library as he wrestled with his feelings. Unable to leave things without a resolution, he hadn't even stopped to dress properly, or saddle a horse. Walking across the cleared fields that separated his own estate from your father's. "No matter." He glances back at you and is overwhelmed by your beauty. "I have a matter of importance to speak with you about."
"Then surely we should ring for my mother, so that you may speak to her as well." The great supper at the palace had lasted long into the night but surely your mother would be rested enough by now to be a suitable set of surveying eyes in the room. Goodness only knows what she will say if she wakens to her breakfast tray to find out you have been entertaining a man alone at daybreak. "Please wait here," you instruct him as politely as possible, making for the door. "I will go and fetch her myself."
"Wait! Please don't go!" Javi strides forward only to stop after a few steps, afraid for a split second that if you walk out the door he will never see you again. He cannot wait to tell you. "I love you."
Freezing in place does not stop your heart from leaping into your throat and pushing a distressed sort of squeaking sound out in the process. The fluttering in your belly is nearly violent as your mind races to catch up with the pounding of your blood in your ears. If you were a more delicate woman, you might have swooned where you stand. "You..." Slowly, or just as fast as your body will allow which is a near-glacial pace, you turn again to face him. "I must not have heard you correctly."
“I love you.” He repeats breathlessly, feeling like his heart is about to leap out of his chest. “As inconvenient a truth as that might be, I have found that I cannot spend another moment outside of your presence. I yearn to tell you the mundane things about my day and inquire about yours with little regard to your lack of family fortune or your prospects, I have decided that I cannot live without you.”
"How very generous of you, sir." It is nearly a hiss when it comes out, and all the giddy tension through your body evaporates as quickly as it came. "'With little regard to your lack of family fortune or your prospects'? I cannot think who taught you the syntax of romance, but they did you a hearty disservice if you were attempting to pay me a compliment."
He frowns in confusion and he shakes his head. “I am merely trying to express the lengths that my heart sings when you are near.” He protests. “I have no need of a dowry or a presence in society, merely your heart and hand in marriage are all I hope to have.”
“I may not know much of the world, Mr. Gutierrez, but even a country gentleman’s daughter knows it is impolite to remark on a lack of prospects when making a romantic overture.” The very idea that he is making an overture seems ludicrous, all things considered, but you must admit that in all the ways you have been thrown together lately there has been a…a string connecting you. It seems to be tucked deep inside you. Perhaps tied to a rib and tugging each time he strays a little too far away.
“I—” his mouth is agape as you call out his rude manners and he realizes that all of the jumbled thoughts that have been rambling around in his mind have come out. “My sincerest apologies.” He bows slightly and sighs. “Perhaps such an early audience was not wise.”
“Sleep has a way of soothing the thoughts.” The small touch of advice is kindly meant, although your hands shake with it and your heart pounds. He had not meant to insult. He simply spoke too quickly. “Perhaps you would rather return at teatime? To speak to my father?”
“Perhaps.” Javi sighs softly, aware of his blunder and more than certain you will reject him if he were to return. “Good morrow to you, then.”
“Good morning.” That pounding of your heart is there too fully to ignore, but not a word can be said about it. All you can hope is that he returns — and that when he does, he does not fumble in front of your father. If he does, the poor string tied to your rib may snap, and you would be adrift forever.
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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑
ㅤㅤjavi gutierrez x f!reader x dieter bravo
genre: smut, minors dni, romance
word count: 0.7k
summary: javi and dieter spoil you with everything they have.
warnings: established relationship, threesome, poly relationship, nipple play, vaginal fingering, oral (reader receiving)
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE @pedrorascal!!!! I know you're probably sleeping right now (damn you timezones)but hopefully this will be a lovely morning surprise! I'm so happy that I've met you through this hellsite---everything you create is art and you bring so much joy to this fandom. You're one of a kind and I just adore and love you so so much 💗💗💗💗
It’s still hard to believe it sometimes— The two men that spontaneously came into your life, the way they made you feel that you belonged in a chaotic, dark world. First came Javi, then came Dieter. Two loveable idiots, and you, the biggest idiot in love.
Looking down, your heart swells, and your pussy throbs. It’s a sight to behold. Both of their mouths latched on to each hardened nipple, sucking with earnest while you sit on the bed, your back pressed again the bedpost. Their eyes are closed, lashes fanning their cheeks. You slightly shift, your arousal getting the better of you as you search for any kind of friction.
“Don’t be impatient,” Dieter murmurs with his mouth full. “Let us make you feel good. It’s been a while.”
A shiver runs through your body at his words, memories of the last time the three of you were together flooding your mind. It had been pure bliss, the way their bodies moved against yours, the way their lips and hands explored every inch of you. And now, as they continue to suck and nibble on your nipples, it feels like coming home.
Javi moves his mouth to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites along your skin. Dieter's hands move down to your thighs, spreading them wider as he dips his fingers between your legs. Your breath hitches as they both apply their attention to different parts of your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Their touch is familiar yet electric, and you can't help but moan when Dieter's fingers slip inside of you, finding your sweet spot and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. Javi moves his mouth down to your stomach, kissing and licking his way toward your core as Dieter starts to thrust two thick fingers in and out.
Your body is on fire as they continue to devour you, your senses heightened and your mind consumed with pure pleasure. You arch your back, pushing your breasts closer to Dieter’s eager mouth, encouraging them to take more of you in. Dieter's fingers continue to move inside of you, hitting all the right spots as he curls them and adds in a second and then a third. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your muscles clenching and your release approaching.
Javi's hot breath fans against your core as he blows on your heated skin before finally attaching his lips to your clit. You throw your head back, letting out a long moan as his expert tongue works its magic, swirling and flicking at just the right pace. Your body is trembling now, the sensations too much to handle as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Your eyes drop to where Javi crowns between your legs, his mouth briefly pulling back as Dieter stuffs his fingers between the other man’s lips. He sucks on them, loudly moaning while Dieter shallowly thrusts them in and out.
“Good boy,” he raps, pulling them out and sliding them into you once more. “Now make out pretty girl come with those full lips of yours.”
You can hear Javi and Dieter's moans mixing with yours, their own arousal evident. You feel them move closer to you, their bodies pressing against yours as they continue to suck, lick, and stroke you into oblivion. Your body is on the verge of ecstasy, and you know that you're only a few seconds away from losing yourself completely.
And then it happens, the pleasure overtakes you, and you're screaming their names as you come undone in their arms. Javi and Dieter both hold you close, their touches still gentle as you ride out your orgasm. Their kisses now sweet and tender instead of passionate and relentless.
“That’s it,” Dieter whispers. “That’s our girl.”
Javi blinks up at you, his eyes dazed and lips slick, “That was amazing, mi amor. Want you to make a mess again, want to taste it on my tongue until the day I die.”
“What about you guys?”
Dieter chuckles, breath fanning your neck, “Don’t worry, I already have plans of fucking that dork over there until he faints as you watch.”
“Good,” you say with a wide grin. “I can’t wait to see it.”
As your breathing returns to normal, you find yourself sandwiched between them, their arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. You feel so loved, so cherished in this moment, and you know that with them by your side, anything is possible. Your heart is full, and you know that you belong with these two loveable idiots, who have captured your heart and your body with their undeniable charm and affection.
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Part 1: @ nickcage_numerouno
JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER
SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)
WORD COUNT: 1900ish
WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance, Lucas is a jerk, and that's about it in this chapter. Javi is adorable, be warned.
This is nuts, you think as you get off the plane.
This isn't your first time either… you thought it after you agreed to fly to Palma. You thought it as you purchased the ticket. You thought it as you took the shuttle to the airport and you lost count of how many times during the almost 10-hour flight…
You take a breath, you've always wanted to travel, go to a cool film festival, so you're here. Meeting a friend. To go to the festival together. No big deal. You've known him for more than a year… online… you swallowed. Just keep breathing. It's going to be fine.
You find your suitcase and go to find your ride.
It's an international airport, so you are a little overwhelmed.
Then you see a sign with your name. Well, not your name, really, you give in internal chuckle. It’s your handle @han_shot_first. It has a blaster drawn on it, with "pew-pew" written in comic-sans. And you can't help but laugh out loud now. You look expectantly at the face above the sign.
It wasn't him…
You'd never felt nervous or intimidated by “@niccage_numerouno” until you saw him. Because holy moly! Those honeyed curls and warm brown eyes. He sent his photo with zero hesitation. Of course, he did. Why would he… you were a little slower. You had stared at it with the cursor hovering over the send button for what seemed like a lifetime. It was taken at a good angle, of course, angles can only do so much…
Until agreeing to take this trip, you hadn't seen one another's faces. You had decided it was time for you both to exchange photos.
@ nickcage_numerouno: Are you still there?
@ nickcage_numerouno: not the best photo of me…
Oh my gosh, he thinks I don't like it! Click send you moron, you thought and clicked send, then quickly typed-
@ han_shot_first: I just got distracted by a text. Sorry to keep you hanging
Then you waited. And waited. It said read. The ellipsis dot dot dotting. Shit
@ nickcage_numerouno: I like your shirt
You laughed. Of course he did, it's Spider-Man Noir.
@ han_shot_first: You might not believe this but it *is* a coincidence!
You walk up to the man with the sign.
"Ah… hola?"
"Hola, señora." He tapped the sign, "Han…shot-"
"Um yeah- sí," you laugh and tell him your actual name. He looks at his phone and then at you, presumably looking at the photo you sent.
"Welcome Mallorca, Señora. The car is just this way."
Okay, intimidated again. He sent a driver. You knew he had money because of his collection and his generosity with paying for the festival tickets … but 'send a driver' money?
You take deep breaths and remind yourself of some of your favorite DMs with him. He likes you. He's seen pics of your very regular apartment. You've talked about your job. He likes you. He's never seen more than one picture. Stop. He. Likes. You.
Suddenly your car door opens, bringing you out of your thoughts.
"Thank you, um…" you realize you had been so inside your own head you don't know the driver's name. "I am so sorry, I didn't ask you your name-"
"Mateo, señora."
"I apologize again, Mateo thank you so much"
Mateo nods with a small appreciative smile.
"This way to the boat slip"
"A boat-"
That's when you see him, Javi, in sunglasses (you note they are ones Nick Cage wore in Wild at Heart) linen pants, an orange button-down shirt, and a vast smile.
He calls your name and jogs over.
"You are here! Really here," Javi has you by the arms and gives you a little shake, before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you for getting my girl here, Mateo!"
Your cheeks warm at 'my girl' while still getting a bear hug from Javi. You put your arms around him gingerly.
"Hello Javi, can't believe I'm really here either."
Finally, he pulls away to drink you in, you fluster under imagined scrutiny. You stand tall, remembering your posture, hoping you will somehow be, well, smaller.
"Nice shades, by the way."
Javi laughs, shaking his head. He then leads you to his speedboat, his hand firmly around yours.
"I have so much I want to show you and talk to you about," Javi debates telling you he couldn't sleep last night because he was so excited. You have always matched him in enthusiasm, so he had thought he could tell you without sounding 12 but, maybe it was the long flight, and there’s the jet lag, but he feels like you're somehow keeping your distance. Guarded.
To be honest, Javi has been anxiously awaiting your arrival since you agreed to come. You are just as cute as your picture- cuter. He saved the photo you sent and only took it off his lock screen this morning for fear of freaking you out.
"Maybe you want to get cleaned up and have a rest," he suggests, as he helps you into the boat.
"Maybe," you return.
A shower and a change out of your travel clothes does the trick, you are gifted with a second wind. You also feel a little less self-conscious. Since you met Javi on the dock, other than when he was driving the boat he has found reasons to touch you, hold your hand, be close.
He hugged you again at the door of the guest room, this time his sunglasses off. His warm eyes (oh my gosh you had gazed at them in his picture but it did them little justice) crinkled happily as he looked at you and when you finally shut the door between you, your heart was like a rabbit’s.
Javi looks at himself in the hall mirror, he looks okay, right? When Gabriela enters the hall he jumps and steps away from the mirror.
"Are you alright, Javi?"
"I just, um, you know my tumblfriend-"
"She is here, yes? Did you just get back?"
"Sure, yeah, she's just - she is getting cleaned up after her flight, you know… maybe get in a little nap or…"
Gabriela looks at the ceiling quizzically.
"Javi, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yes… I think."
Javi looks at his dearest friend, "What if she doesn't like me IRL."
"I R L?"
"In real life," Javi leans against the wall, a cloud of worry hanging over him.
"She is going to love you!"
Javi looks up from examining his sneakers. He wore his lucky ones, they didn't really match too well with what he was wearing but he wanted the extra boost of confidence.
You trot down the stairs and stop short in the hall at the sight of Javi and a gorgeous woman. You move more purposefully getting to the bottom of the stairs, thinking about how you must have looked practically hopping down the stairs… ugh. She is very close to him, which is fine, of course. You are just friends after all, but you just-
Javi smiles and takes your hand again, and introduces you to his 'BFF and executive assistant extraordinaire- Gabriela.'
Gabriela.
He told you all about her, they had tried being together but ended up feeling they were better as friends.
He also told you she was beautiful and smart. You just didn't realize how beautiful, how willowy. They look amazing together. Right.
Shake it off, you tell yourself, and take a deep breath. You are not in competition with anybody.
"You don't need to lie down?" Javi asks, still holding your hand.
"Nope! Just needed to wash off the traveling dust, I guess," you extend your other hand to Gabriela, "it's so nice to put a face to the name. Javi says you're his left brain."
She takes it with a surprised laugh.
"Well, I know your face, Javi showed me your photo right away, he put-"
Javi looks at Gabriela pleadingly.
"-was so happy you were coming."
“Let me show you around,” Javi moves in quickly and takes your hand again hoping you didn't notice anything. You smile with a nod.
“Have fun!” Gabriela calls after you.
“So what are you showing me first?”
“My collection, of course, pfft,” Javi rolls his eyes playfully, and he warms when your hand stays on his arm after giving it an excited squeeze. He tries to watch you surreptitiously as you take in the grounds, mumbling, “beautiful,” under your breath. He wants to tell you, you are too… One step at a time, Javi, he thinks to himself. He tells you about the villa and the olive groves. He leaves his family business out of it. Lucas is gone for the week. He is the only one on the compound who Javi is worried about.
He’s feeling more confident, and it just starts to feel like when you would chat for hours online, when he comes face to face with none other than Lucas. It was like just thinking of him summoned his cousin.
And by the look on his face, he was going to be a problem.
“Lucas, I thought you were away,” Javi starts quickly trying to take hold of the conversation and keep it short. He introduces you by name, and a friend, “we are - in a writers’ group… online. She’s just arrived, so…”
You can tell Javi was trying to keep this interaction short, and that this is one of the people who don't know about Tumblr. Lucas is truly intimidating not just because he is handsome and fit, maybe a little like the guys who teased you in school… but also something else - he is hawkish, sharp, and dangerous looking. He says hello and you shiver a little, he smiles wide but it doesn't reach his calculating eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Lucas,” you say as you reach out to take his hand. He kisses it.
Javi rolls his eyes, and his grip tightens on your hand.
“We will be eating at Roberto’s tonight and then we'll be at a film festival all weekend, so, we’ll see you around,” Javi makes to get you as far from his cousin as soon as possible.
“Such a rush, Javi. ¿Es hora de comer tan pronto?”
Is it feeding time so soon?
You know some Spanish, but only a little. You get the gist, but from the way, Javi's face darkens, and his nostrils flare. You know something in your translation is off. If you have to make a guess, Lucas is just like one of those boys from school, you decide. Knowing you are in some way the butt of a joke your face heats with embarrassment.
“A delight as always Lucas,” Javi grumbles and pulls you. He is still muttering as he brings you to a door with a pin pad, it’s mostly rapid Spanish, but you recognize ‘pendejo, jerk off.’
You can't help giggling-
“Aliens”
Javi smiles with a huff, but puts both of his warm hands on your arms, gently running them up and down.
“Do not listen to Lucas, he is - well, he is horrible,” Javi types in the code. “I am truly sorry for his rudeness.”
You shrug, some residual embarrassment casting your eyes at your shoes.
“You are beautiful, you know.”
You look up quickly, not believing your ears. He said it like it was the simplest of observations. Like it is the most obvious thing. Maybe you misheard…
“Are you ready?” Javi smiles and opens the door, you try to focus, this is the prized collection he has been telling you about for a year- sharing photos of new acquisitions and-
“Is that the bunny from Con Air?!”
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lost in translation (j.g.)
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pairing: javi gutierrez x translator!reader
desc: when filming an ad campaign in tokyo, javi is a fish out of water. thankfully, you're there to help him translate, and explore with him off the clock.
He squinted against the harsh glare of the lights, the crew being reduced to a bustling mass of shadow. Sticking a finger into his too-tight collar, he tried to ease himself of the feeling of suffocation.
“I’m sorry, I don’t…” Javi muttered, wide brown eyes peering up at the director.
Smatterings of Japanese and English left the director’s mouth, accompanied by some gesticulation as he struggled to communicate. Javi felt warmth creep up his cheeks, embarrassed at his own lack of fluency in Japanese.
He should’ve at least picked up some vocab, he thought, fiddling with the smoking jacket the costume team had conjured up for him. He was only in Tokyo for a couple of days to film an ad campaign for a whiskey company, but it would’ve helped. Especially in situations like this exact moment, where the director’s words seemed to jumble and dissipate beneath a shroud of mystery.
“Sorry I’m late!”
You didn’t sound sorry.
Your words were flippant and bored, your face not betraying an ounce of apology. Cool and calm as the unbroken surface of a lake. You flounced into the studio, and your figure came into focus, the studio lights haloing your figure. His saviour.
He felt a little ridiculous in your presence, dressed like a child’s guess of what a “cool guy” would look like. Perched in a velvet armchair that seemed to swallow him up, his fingers nervously played with the neck of the glistening bottle he was meant to convince viewers all over the world to buy. He was parched, strangely uncomfortable. Even the prop whiskey seemed enticing, though it was probably just some watered-down coffee.
You stuck out your hand.
He stared at it. It was a nice hand.
“Oh!” He exclaimed, realising you meant for him to shake it, not just stare at it in blind adoration. He took it. “Sorry. I’m a little… overwhelmed.” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed thickly.
“Performance anxiety is normal. Not everyone possesses the massive talent needed to pull off a whiskey commercial.” You joked, laughter bubbling in your throat. “I’ll be your translator today. Hopefully that’ll help.”
His eyes widened, hand tightening around yours gratefully. “You’re my hero.”
“I know.” You smiled. “I’ll need you to let go of my hand now. I feel the director’s eyes burning into my back.”
Javi looked up, watching as the director switched between glaring at his watch and at the two of you.
“Oh! Yes. Sorry.” He exclaimed, slipping his hand from yours.
The director began firing off directions, which you quickly translated. Simple instructions. Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Deliver the line.
“Action!”
Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Pour a shot. Pour a-
He was unable to tear his eyes away from you. His eyes tracked the line of your silhouette behind the camera, admiring the smile that blossomed across your face as he caught your eye. You giggled at his deer in the headlights gaze. A stupid smile spread across his face.
“Cut!”
The director mumbled a couple words in your ear, and you headed to Javi’s side.
“Sorry about that.” Sheepishly, he raked his hand through his tousled brown curls. “I guess I’m just…” He admired your smile. He loved your smile. “Stumped.”
“Tough, huh? A real challenge.”
“Don’t be cruel.” He laughed. You loved his laugh. The endearing crinkle in the corner of his eye.
“Sorry.” You grinned. “Say the line like… you’ve invited an old friend over for a drink. He’s an emotional drunk, so he’s pouring his heart out to you. So, you’re talking to him with enough warmth to comfort him, while being dismissive enough to let him know it’s getting late and you kinda want him to leave.”
He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “That’s… specific. But I think I get what you mean. Did the director tell you all that?”
“I may have taken some artistic liberties.” You batted your lashes, feigning innocence.
“You should be a director.”
“I know.”
With your artistic vision, filming wrapped after a few more takes. You were pulling on your coat when Javi strode over to you, pushing past the production assistants that flitted and fussed around him.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You teased.
“My massive talent helped me pull through.”
That earned another smile from you, and he felt the urgency to not let you slip through his fingers nag at the back of his mind.
“So, um… I was wondering, are you doing anything after this? I was thinking of getting a drink…”
“So you need me to translate your order for you?” You deadpanned.
“Oh!” His heart thrummed in his chest, his tongue stumbling over the words he struggled to form. “I mean, I could always pay your rate as a private translator if it’d take too much of your time-”
“Nah.” You chuckled, amused by his flustered state. “Free of charge. How could I resist those puppy dog eyes?” You quipped, voice overly saccharine as you ruffled his hair. He smiled, in spite of himself.
“As long as you take off that horrible coat. Come on, we’ve got a train to catch.” You called over your shoulder, leaving him to hurriedly shed his costume and hurry along after you.
“Crowded, huh?” He whispered.
“A little.” You mumbled, pressed against his chest.
You swayed against him to the rhythm of the train, forced to be in close proximity due to the packed rush hour crowd.
“I don’t usually get this close with guys I’ve just met, by the way.” You muttered, another crush of passengers entering the cabin and pushing you even closer. “Consider yourself lucky.”
“The luckiest.” He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart, which was pounding in his chest.
The train doors shuddered open, and you wrapped your hand around his, squeezing through the doors and rushing down the stairs. He laughed as you sidled through the crowd together, breaking out from the dull train station onto the street.
It was like breaking through water. He took a deep breath of the cool, thin air, the night dark and slick. It had been raining, and every surface was dewy, neon lights glinting off the wet, black pavement.
“This is the first time I’ve been anywhere outside of my hotel room and the studio since I got here.” The confession hung in the air, whisked away as the chatter of passerby whipped by, people rushing past him as he stood still, agape at the scene before him.
“That is such a shame.” You muttered. He thought you wouldn’t have heard him. But you did.
“Why are we still holding hands?”
“It’s the first time you’ve been outside of your hotel room and the studio since you got here. You could get lost. I’m just keeping you safe.” You said.
He kept his eyes glued in front of him, but he could hear the smile in your voice, clear as day.
“Do you want to let go of my hand?” His eyes tracked the buildings that seemed to shoot up into the sky, the bright billboards that flashed on them.
“No. Not really.” You said.
“Keep me safe, then.” He grinned, squeezing your hand in his.
“What do you want to drink?” You drummed your fingers against the bartop, eyes skimming the labels of the many bottles on display. The bartender stood before you, polishing a glass with little to no enthusiasm. “Highball?”
“I can never look at whiskey again.” Javi groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget the corny one-liners about whiskey he was forced to learn for the ad campaign.
“Saké it is.”
“Can I ask you what may be an invasive question?” He took a sip, relishing in the bite of warmth that travelled through his chest.
“Ask away.”
“Which hotel are you staying at? Or do you live here?”
You burst into laughter.
“God, you had me nervous. That’s not that invasive.”
“Well, I don’t know!” He laughed, raising his eyebrows. ��It might be invasive to someone.”
“An invasive question is like…” You wracked your brain, and he tried not to fall in love with the pensive look that descended over your features. “What colour is your underwear?”
“I’d tell you if I were wearing any.”
You barked out an outraged laugh, making a show of pretending to shove him off his barstool.
“You’ve gone past invasive to gross, but I’ll let it slide. To answer your question, I’m staying at The Laurent.”
His eyes widened, arm freezing in the middle of delivering his drink to his lips. “You’re kidding. That’s where I’m staying.”
You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “Must be fate.”
He stared into your eyes, finding it hard not to get lost in them. “Must be.”
“We’ve been in that hotel for almost a month.” You sighed, exasperated. “But, I’ve been thinking of staying permanently. I’ve been looking for apartments. No luck so far.”
“We?” Javi asked, knowing he was teetering on the precipice of something, standing on the edge of a cliff.
“Me, and my boyfriend.” You mumbled. His heart plumetted. Falling, falling. “Soon to be ex.” Soaring, soaring. Like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. “He doesn’t know I’m thinking of staying here. Without him. Am I the worst person in the world for not telling him that?”
Am I the worst person in the world for being happy you’re dumping him? Javi thought.
“Not at all.” Javi said.
You may know him, actually.” You winced.
“I would?” Javi’s eyes widened in surprise.
You muttered his name into Javi’s ear, and it took all he had not to shiver as your warm breath fanned across his cheek.
“Dieter Bravo’s manager, right?” He said, registering the name. He pictured the last time he had met him, drunkenly waltzing around an afterparty with his arm around a woman who was definitely not you. “He’s… a character. At least you’re getting a free hotel room out of him.”
You grinned. “It’s a lovely hotel room, really. Spacious, especially when he’s out in meetings, or making calls to his ‘talent’.” You curled your fingers sarcastically.
“You saying Dieter isn’t talented?” Javi chuckled.
“Well, he’s not you.”
The cans of coffee tumbled from within the vending machine, hitting the bottom with a loud thunk.
You stooped down to grab them, handing one to Javi. The blue fluorescent square of light displaying the various canned drinks illuminated his profile, his honeyed brown eyes partially hidden by shadow, his curls curving over his forehead in possibly the most endearing way known to man.
“Do you get bored up there, when your soon-to-be-ex is out at meetings?” Javi asked, watching as you wicked condensation away from the can. He nodded toward your hotel from your spot in the parking lot.
“Terribly.” You said, punctuating the word with the pop of the can’s tab as you cracked it open.
“Give me your room number. If I’m ever going out, you can tag along. Translate for me.” He tried to disguise his nerves beneath a veneer of calm.
“Hourly rate?” You smirked.
“I could give you a cut of my ad campaign cash.”
“10%?”
“5%.”
“8%.”
“5% and a lifetime supply of whiskey.”
“Fuck it. Let’s make it pro bono.”
“How kind.” He smirked, emboldened. “Now, what about that room number?”
You rifled through your bag, producing a marker from the cluttered depths. Plucking the cap off with your teeth, you scribbled the number on his palm.
“1111.” He read aloud, cocking an eyebrow as he let out a chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d be able to remember that?”
“I’ve just always wanted to do that. It’s like we’re in a movie.”
The two of you laughed, the sound echoing into the quiet night. It was as if you were the only two people on earth.
“1111.” He sighed, tracing a finger over your handwriting, etched into his skin. “An angel number.”
“You believe in angels?”
“‘Course I do. I’m talking to one right now.”
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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 26 Somnophilia with Javi G
NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: Somnophilia, sleep sex, consensual somnophilia, Javi having dark thoughts, cnc, consensual non-consent (if you squint), Javi being a bad boy, dry humping/pillow humping, wet dreams, unprotected PiV (wrap it up folks). Let me know if I missed anything!
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Javi is entranced; your bare ass is shoved right up against his painfully hard cock as he fights a dark urge forming in his mind, spurred on by the hard grind of your ass up his length as you move. You’ve got a pillow between your legs, which isn’t unusual, you’d once explained to Javi that you don’t like to feel the bones in your knees touch when you sleep. You’re so often such a light sleeper Javi is amazed you hadn’t woken yourself up.
No, what’s unusual is the way you’re using the pillow, grinding against it vigorously as you whine and moan freely into the night air. In the process, you woke Javi up, grinding sinfully against him as you used the pillow to get off in your sleep.
“Hermosa, are you awake?”
He breathes into your ear, he gets no answer as he resists the urge to act on his depraved desires. It’s like a sharp tingle at the base of his skull, willing him to just touch you, move his arm from around your waist to your thigh. Just a subtle shift from how you two always slept pressed to one another.
“Mi amor, you’re making this so difficult.” Javi’s voice is no more than a whisper, any illusion that he was trying to rouse you flimsy as if he wanted to stop, to wake you up and make sure you were ok he could do so. Just a simple shake of your shoulder or he could raise his voice.
But he doesn’t want you to wake up.
You’d always said he could wake you up with sex, or even fuck you while you slept if by some miracle you didn’t wake up, you were fine with it. If anything, it got you going far more than your staunchly feminist brain should allow. But here you are, unceremoniously dead to the world, and taunting him.
Just one touch, he convinces himself, will be enough. So, he slides his hand lower, rolling you a little more flat against him, spreading your thigh just enough so he can dip his thick middle finger through your wet folds. And he near comes on the spot as he feels the ample wetness between your perfect folds.
“¡Ay, Dios! Estáis tan mojado.”
He growls into your shoulder as he reaches your entrance. You’re soaked and he’s starting to care less and less about whether he should do this. He whines into your damp skin as he pushes two fingers into your willing, wet heat. You have to have come at least once with how wet you are, and that only spurs Javi on.
“Such a dirty girl.”
He mumbles as he slowly positions his tip between your parted folds, carefully removing the pillow as he hooks your left leg back over his own. He pulls you back onto his cock slowly, relishing the way you whine as he fills you up. Your walls clamp down on him at the intrusion and he has to stop himself from rutting into you like a man possessed.
He wants you to stay asleep for as long as he can. He feels guilty, there’s a delicious taboo to this, even if you have explicitly stated on many occasions that you want him to do this. He wants to bite you, such angry marks into your skin, but he can’t, not if you’re to stay asleep.
He sets a low, almost tender pace as he feels you clamp around him, walls fluttering with every stroke as he gently circles your clit.
“Come on mi amor, give me another, I know you can.” His voice is no more than a whisper as he knows he’s close. The whole scenario driving him insane as he pumps a little harder into you, panting in low groans as he’s almost there.
“Javi?” Your sleepy moan startles him and he whines in your ear as he comes hard inside you, the pressure of getting caught too much and he snaps his hips hard, pulling you down on his cock as he paints your insides with his spend. His fingers toy with your clit and you see stars as you come hard on his cock as he empties himself inside you.
“Fuck Javi!” You cry out as the realisation dawns on you, and you push back on his dick, letting him bury himself inside you as he pants meek apologies into your neck. Shame and guilt making him weak as he begs for your forgiveness.
“Ay, Papi?” You pull yourself off him, rolling over to cup his flushed cheeks with your hands, soothing him with quiet assurances as he refuses to open his eyes.
“I’m so sorry mi amor, I couldn’t help it.”
“Papi, you have nothing to apologise for, look at me.”
Javi reluctantly opens his eyes to see you grinning up at him like a Cheshire Cat.
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course not, that was so fucking hot, I’d only be mad,” You say with a sultry purr as you palm his softening cock, “If you weren’t going to treat me with round two.”
“Fuck.” Javi growls as you begin to pump his swiftly hardening length.
“You’re such a dirty girl.”
“Don’t you know it, now fuck me Javi, fuck me until I pass out, then fuck me again if you want.”
Javi responds only by rolling you onto your back, lining himself up at your entrance as the blood rushes to his cock at your command.
“As you wish, princesa.”
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Hi…uhm so your last Javi G fic the fun times on the airplane one? Is there a part two where he holds true to his promise?
First Class Love Part 2
Pairing: Javi G x f!reader (established relationship)
Word Count: 4500+
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The plane lands and we’re in the car that was waiting for us, other people worrying about our luggage. We arrive at The Palm Leaf, one of Singapore’s exclusive hotels that caters to its wealthy guests. This place is…breathtaking. It somehow combines what I call “rich people minimalist decor” with Singapore’s culture. Splashes of color burst from areas where you’d least expect, tropical plants artfully placed, not a brown leaf on any of them. We bypass the front desk, an employee rushing out to greet Javi and escort us to our rooms where our luggage is waiting. Wait, did he say rooms? As in plural?
We step off the elevator into a short hallway with matching decor, only 6 doors in the entire hallway, 3 on each side. The man unlocks one of the rooms and holds the door open.
“This is your suite, Mr. Gutiérrez.”
“Gracias.” Javi slips him several bills of local currency and the man nods, turning to me.
“Your suite is this way, Miss.”
“I-oh. I have my own room?”
Javi addresses me before the man can. “Of course. They were booked a couple weeks ago before…” His voice trails off but I know what he’s implying.
Before we joined the mile high club.
“It’s ok. I don’t want to be in the way of your work.”
“Querida-”
I put my hand up, waving away his concern. “Javi, it’s ok. Let me go see this room of mine.”
I turn and follow the man out of the door, turning to head towards the elevator.
“Miss? You’re just across the hall here.” He opens the door across from Javi’s room.
“But…that’s a suite, right?”
“Yes.”
“An entire suite for just me?”
“Of course, Miss. Would you like to see it?”
“I- yeah. Ok.”
I walk past him into the room and have to pick my jaw off the floor. I didn’t get a look into Javi’s room before I was ushered across the hall, but a quick ask to the man and he confirms it - Javi’s room is the exact same.
The door opens into a living area, plush couches with pillows angle around a identically shaped rug, a glass coffee table in front of it. Some plush chairs sit opposite from it, with a..I’m sorry is that a fireplace? Opposite the couches, with a hidden tv mounted above it. Behind the couch, the room levels up a step, a couple of actual pillars separating the living area from the dining room table that easily seats 12 people. Down the entire back wall of the living and dining areas is just windows, opening into the most gorgeous view of any city I’ve ever seen. There’s a patio with a hot tub on out there as well, just begging to be used.
“Your room is through this door, Miss.” The man gestures to a door between the glass wall and the fireplace that I only just noticed.
“Thank you.”
“There is also an additional bathroom by the front door if your guests should need it.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I am my only guest.
“Thank you, again.”
“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ring the desk.”
I nod, reaching towards my bag to fish out any sort of currency I may have, which is definitely not enough, when the man puts his hand up.
“Thank you Miss, but Mr.Gutiérrez has taken care of that.”
“I-oh. Are you sure?”
“I am. Thank you, Miss.” He bows slightly before leaving, the door closing quietly behind him with a click.
Turning to walk into the bedroom, I notice my suitcase in the middle of the room, sitting in front of the most massive bed I’ve ever seen. There’s 2 benches in front of it, white sheets practically shining in the mood lighting. One wall shares the long windows from the main room, but there are giant light blocking curtains in front of it. An ornate dresser lines the wall opposite the bed, a tv mounted above it. Another cushy chair with a small table sits in the corner of the room, a door behind it. Opening the door, I see the bathroom, glass bowl sinks, a vanity complete with stool, complementary products placed around. The bathtub is huge, it even has jets. The shower is also massive, stone tiles around it with one of those rain water style head nozzles, with an additional removable one under it. Wait…there’s another showerhead of the same kind on the opposite wall, so you could have water coming on you from both sides.
Or you could share a shower. Just saying.
This is too much - there’s way too much room for just me. I intend to tell Javi to cancel this room, save his money. If he demands I stay in the same hotel, I’ll just downgrade to the basic room. I don’t need all of this. I open the door and Javi is there, fist raised as if to knock.
“Querida. I came to check on you.”
“Javi, this…this is too much. I don’t need all of this.”
He smiles. “May I come in?”
“Absolutely. And you can enter the room too.”
It takes him a second but I know he picks up on what I’ve said when he blushes, a smirky smile playing on his face. “I intend to do just that, querida.” He pulls me to him and kisses me, licking into my mouth as he caresses my face with his thumbs, his fingers cradling my head. I moan into his mouth, warmth spreading through me fast but then he’s pulling back, looking into my eyes.
“I want to querida, but I have a meeting to attend in-” He looks at his watch and swears “-40 minutes.”
“Oh. Don’t worry. I want to freshen up anyway. But Javi, this room is too much.”
“I booked it for you when I asked you to come to Singapore with me. I..wanted you to be close.”
Shit that’s fucking sweet as hell.
“Querida, I hope you are not offended?”
“I-me? Offended? Javi, this suite is bigger than my childhood home. It’s just..it’s a little big for just me. I’m not even hosting anyone.”
“Would you like to stay with me?”
“What?”
His eyes grow wide as he stammers. “I-I am sorry, querida. I should-should not have asked. You need your space, I was just-”
“Wouldn’t I bother your meetings?”
His eyes snap to mine. “Most are offsite. I will have a couple here but they should not take a lot of time. You are never a bother, querida.”
“I-”
“Please? I really do want you with me but I would never assume you’d want to-”
“I’d love to. Only if you’re sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Do I have a stupid grin on my face? I must, because a matching one stretches across Javi’s face as he studies me. “Perfect. I’ll call down to have them move your things-”
“Javi, it’s one suitcase. I got it.”
I head back to the room and push my suitcase out, Javi insisting on taking the handle and pulling it into his room. He brings it to the bedroom and pushes it towards a door that I didn’t even have time to investigate, but when he opens it, I see it’s a large walk-in closet, his clothes already hung or folded, shoes laying out on trays.
“I will call down to have them cancel the suite, maybe donate the funds to other guests. Do you need someone to unload your stuff or do you want-”
I can’t help it - this man doesn’t even want his money back. Instead, he wants to pay for other people’s rooms with it.
I launch myself at him, grateful that he catches me as his back hits the trays of shoes, his arms wrapping around me to hold me up. He kisses me back, moaning and kissing down my neck, lighting me up.
“Javi,” I moan, echoing in the closet.
“Querida,” Javi pants, his warm breath puffing out across my neck. “I have a meeting…”
He says this, but I feel his hand that isn’t holding me up, sliding down the front of my pants, touching me over my underwear. I gasp, moaning as his finger teases me, the wet patch in my underwear growing more and more noticeable. I feel his erection against my clothes and I know he needs me as much as I need him. But before I can say anything, he puts me down, my feet hitting the plush carpet. His hands fumble with the button on my pants so I slap them out of the way, opening them and sliding them down as he drops his own pants. He kisses me, more tender than I thought considering the heat passing between us, before he breaks it, picking me up and pushing my back against the column of drawers. He catches my gaze and oh fuck! He’s pushing inside me and splitting me open, a slight burn at the stretch of him that also feels so fucking good. I lean forward and breath heavy against his shoulder, nipping him slightly when he bottoms out with a groan.
“Querida, I am sorry I do not have much time-”
“Just fuck me, Javi!”
He grunts, thrusting up into me, pressing my back against the drawers, slamming into me over and over. Every part of me is alive, feeling him roughly and quickly slide in and out of me, every ridge and vein, the way his hands grip me and hold me, my own hips pushing down to meet his rising ones. I’m close, just his presence is enough to light me up and I can feel his pace faltering. His teeth press into the skin on my shoulder, half through my shirt and half not and I come, moaning out his name as he spurts into me, biting my shoulder harder as he follows, hips thrusting haphazardly as if not ready to let go of the feeling of me.
Eventually, we come down, my head hitting the dressers for a moment, breathing deep before he plants a kiss on my chest, pulling out with a hiss. He sets me gently on the floor before pulling his pants up around his waist. He moves to grab mine but I know he doesn’t have the time. And honestly, I need a minute.
“Javi, I’ll be fine. Just go.”
He looks at me, eyes wide and worried. “Querida, I don’t-”
“Javi, I will be here when you get back now go. I’m going to shower anyway.”
He groans and it lights me up again. “Later, we will have to test out that shower.”
Fuck yes we will.
Before I can reply, he glances at his watch, swears in Spanish, and bolts out of the closet. I hear the sink turn on briefly before he pops his head back in the closet. I haven’t moved, still trying to catch my breath.
“I’ll be back. If you get hungry, get whatever you want delivered. Don’t worry about the-”
“Cost. I know Javi. Go before you have to explain that you’re late because you were railing your girlfriend in the closet.”
He cocks his head. “Girlfriend?”
Shit.
“Oh. I didn’t mean to presume. I-whatever you-”
“No! Girlfriend…I like this.” His phone buzzes and he swears again. “We talk later, yes?”
I smile. “Yes.”
He leaves and the room is silent, his presence taking all the energy with him. Fuck, did I mess things up? I mean he said he likes it… can’t think about that now. It’s time for a shower.
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I’ll admit it took me several minutes to figure out the knobs on that shower but once I did, it was glorious. Now, I stretch my body out on the massive bed, my hair finally dried and in my comfy pajamas. I’m flipping through the stations, settling on some random old sitcom while I eat some food I had ordered. I finish and brush my teeth, coming back to lay on the bed. I’ll watch tv until Javi gets back…
Blinking, I stretch and look around the room and sit bolt upright. I must have fallen asleep while waiting for Javi! Stupid jetlag. It’s only then that I realize I’m tucked into the soft blankets of this massive bed, when I definitely didn’t tuck myself in. Looking over, I see the bed is empty, but I hear sounds coming from the living area. Throwing the blanket back, I quietly pad to the closed door and press my ear to it, making sure I’m not disturbing something important. I hear a muffled tv and general movement, but nothing that sounds important anyway.
Pushing the door open, I glance at the couch and see Javi, trying his hardest to set his glass down without making any noise. He’s so focused on the drink that he hasn’t noticed me standing there. I wait until his sets his glass down before speaking.
“Hey, Javi.”
He swears loudly in Spanish, his hand comically flying to his chest. “Querida! Mierda.”
Chuckling, I walk over to him. “I didn’t mean to spook you.”
He smiles, one of his wide Javi smiles before leaning over and planting a gentle, warm kiss to my lips. “It is ok, querida.”
“Did you tuck me in?”
His smile widens. “I did. You were cold.”
“Thank you.” It’s my turn to kiss him and we make out for a moment before he pulls back.
“Are you hungry?”
My stomach growls in answer for me, as if it heard him ask the question. He chuckles “That means yes, I take it?”
“I guess so!”
“If you want to change out of your night clothes, I will take you out for dinner-”
“Dinner? Don’t you mean breakfast?”
He cocks his head at me and I turn around to look out the windows - pitch black, the city lights bright and dancing.
“I slept all day?? Why didn’t you wake me??”
“You were too beautiful to disturb. Plus you needed rest.”
“Javi-”
“I would never disturb you. Now! Get dressed and we will eat! Unless you do not feel like going out?”
“No! I mean yes, let’s go out. I’ll be just a few minutes.”
I launch myself off the couch, heading into the closet and grabbing out a nice dress and shoes, heading into the bathroom to get ready. When I exit the bathroom, Javi is dressed too, turning to look me up and down, his eyes growing darker with lust.
“Maybe we should order in.”
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Dinner was wonderful, some local place that Javi visits on every trip here. They remember him and treat him well, recommending new dishes since his last visit. He’s charismatic for sure, but also the stack of money for their tip definitely helps. He always over tips which is a quality I love about him.
We opted to stay at the restaurant for a few drinks after dinner, chatting and flirting the entire time. He pulled me up on the little makeshift dance floor they had in the corner, twirling me around until I was laughing and breathless. A few hours after we left, we decide to head back to the hotel for the night. The club scene is just starting but we honestly just want to get in comfortable clothes and maybe watch a movie.
The door to our room closes behind Javi with a faint click. Before I can turn, 2 large, warm hands wrap around my waist, spinning me around. Javi’s soft lips find mine and the heat is instant, the fire that had been sitting low and warm inside me all night now roars to life, lighting my entire body up with it. His tongue pushes my lips apart, desperately wanting to be in my mouth. He lets out little whimpers and grunts and I swear I’m going to come just hearing it. Finally, he pulls back, his dark eyes nearly black with lust, his lips pink and swollen from our makeout session.
“I wanted to do that all night, querida.” He whispers, bringing his face close to mine and tracing a line up my cheek with his nose. I let out a few whimpers of my own, forgetting words for a brief moment.
“Now, querida, I want to make good on my promise.”
“P-promise?”
“I want to make love to you in that big bed. Fuck you into the mattress while you scream my name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.”
F U C K
His eyes are still dark, but he doesn’t move, waiting for me to say something. If I can even remember how to speak.
“Y-yes. Fuck please yes!”
Javi smirks this time before literally picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, chuckling at the squeal I let out on my way up. I had no idea he was this strong, that he could carry me. Which makes sense considering the massive size of his shoulders. He pushes the door to the bedroom open and sets me down on the bed, his hands immediately trying to remove my dress.
“”How..the fuck do you..open this thing?” He pants, sticking his tongue out in concentration.
I chuckle, grabbing his hand and bringing it to the hidden zipper along my side. He sighs in relief, large fingers fumbling with the zipper pull before he grabs it and slides it down, kissing my skin as it becomes exposed. It gets to the bottom and gets stuck, Javi letting out a small grunt of displeasure.
“How attached are you to this?” He gestures at my dress.
“Oh. Not really. I mean-”
The sound of fabric ripping fills the room as he tears the dress, too impatient to wait for me to slide it off, promises to buy me a new one muttered before he’s on me, enveloping me in presence, his clothed body heavy over my nearly naked one, his mouth pressed to mine, tongue exploring where it can. We both moan, my hands coming up to tangle in those soft curls I love so much.
“You have too many clothes on, Javi,” I complain, sticking out my bottom lip.
“Querida, you’re right. I must remedy this.”
Javi sits up, starting to unbutton his shirt. I resist the urge to do it for him, loving the way he is exposing his sun-kissed skin to me one button at a time. Once the shirt is open and discarded, I look down his body, taking in every beautiful piece of him, the way his body curves, the swell of his tummy that I love, all of it.
“You’re beautiful, Javi.” I mean it.
He blushes, smirking as he looks away from me for a moment. “Oh, I do not know about that, querida.”
“I do.”
He starts on his belt buckle, removing the belt completely before I sit up, reaching out and pulling him closer to me by his pants.
“May I?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
He swallows hard. “Anything you want, querida.”
Instead of going for the button, I unzip his pants, sliding my hand inside, quickly finding that little slit in guys boxers and sliding my hand in there too. He’s mostly erect, but I feel him twitch under me as I grip him, gently sliding my hand in small up and down motions.
“Fuck querida, yo-you’re going to…fuck.” He’s panting, little gasps cutting though every so often as I continue.
Not stopping, with my other hand, I manage to undo the button, pushing at his pants so they fall to the ground, pooling around his feet. I let go of him for a brief moment to pull down his boxers. He kicks them off but stops my hand from reaching for him.
“Plenty of time for that, querida. This is about you.”
He cuts my words off with a kiss, his hands fumbling with my bra clasp. I know he’s struggling so I push him slightly, yanking me bra from around me and tossing it across the room, my panties quickly following. He pushes me slightly to get me to lay down. He grabs my thighs, pushing them wide open as he stares down at my now glistening cunt, his eyes somehow darkening even more. He mutters something in Spanish before he ducks his head, tossing my legs over his shoulders before his tongue finds me, licking me up the middle.
“Fuck!” I can’t help it - Javi knows what he’s doing.
He laps at me like he can’t get enough, alternating with his nose, rubbing against my clit and pulling all manner of sounds from me. I’m a blubbering mess, his name spilling from my lips as he pushes 1, no 2, no 3 fingers inside me, immediately curling and finding that spot, even though he’s only done this once before. I don’t even get a chance to warn him before I come, my pussy gripping his hand, pulsing over his fingers as he continues to touch me, extending my orgasm longer than normal, my body in complete ecstasy. I start to come down finally and he pulls his hand from me and sits up, a wide smile on his face, like he was proud of himself.
He should be.
He says nothing, crawling up my body and helping me to scoot up the bed until he completely covers me, his body surrounding me, his scent filling my nose and going straight to my head. He leans down to kiss me, his lips dust against mine and oh fuck he pushes inside me, sucking on my neck when my head flies back, his name a whisper on my tongue.
“You feel perfect, querida. So…mierda…perfect.”
He pulls out slowly and pushes back in just as gentle, giving me a moment to adjust to his massive size. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers scratching lightly at his back, earning a growl/grunt as I do so.
“Querida, if you do that, I may not be able to hold myself back.”
He looks down at me and I smirk. “Well you did promise to rail me into this bed.”
“You are correct, querida. If I do anything you do not like, please tell me.”
His eyes are black with lust as he pulls my arms from around me, pinning my wrists to the bed. He waits for a moment, to make sure I’m ok before he moves on, thrusting into me and setting a comfortable pace. Fuck he feels amazing, the sounds of our breathing and grunts mixes with the sounds of sex, my pussy growing wetter with every thrust. He shifts my wrists to one hand, which fuck how massive are his hands? And then grabs my leg with the other, pushing it up and thrusting deeper somehow, hitting somewhere inside me.
“Fuck, Javi!” I yell as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips into mine so he keeps hitting that spot over and over.
“You like that, querida? Like how I fuck you?”
His hand moves from my thigh to my boobs, rubbing and pinching my nipples and I cry his name again, arching my back off the bed as I come again, still sensitive from my first orgasm. First orgasm? Fuck. I come down and he lets go of my wrists, pulling out of me with a hiss.
“Fuck Javi, that was-”
He cuts me off by gripping my hips and flipping me over, pulling my ass in the air and massaging it quickly before he pushes my back down.
“I am not done with you, querida.”
He runs his fingers between my legs and I shudder, whining under his touch, my legs jerking from oversensitivity.
“You are so wet and ready for me, are you not, querida?”
He’s waiting for a response, but I can’t think of words, a “Ngugh” coming from me. He chuckles before replying.
“I take that as a yes?”
I nod frantically, the one thing I’m apparently able to do, but before I finish nodding, he thrusts into me, rougher and more frantic than before, pulling out and slamming back into me with a rough pace. Fuck his dick keeps hitting that same spot inside me, while somehow also rubbing along my g spot and I can’t…he’s…he’s gripping my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he snaps his hips against my ass, muttering out things in Spanish as he fucks me up the mattress, the headboard repeatedly slamming into the wall in rhythm with us.
“Oh JAVI!” I scream, not quite at my orgasm but quickly racing there, wanting him to know exactly how he’s making me feel.
“Say it again.”
“J-JAVI!” I yell, but it’s still not enough for him apparently because I feel his hand snake around between my legs, his fingers rubbing and tapping at my clit, which FUCK!
“UGHHH JAVI!! UGHHH!!” I come, my hands fisting the sheets as he continues to rail into me, his hand never leaving my clit. He carries me through my orgasm but doesn’t stop touching me, leaning over me to thrust more deeply and I swear my eyes roll into my head.
“Another, querida. Scream my name.”
I never quite finish coming down before he thrusts hard into me, lighting me up and I come again, his name erupting from my lips.
“JAVI! YES YES! FUCK, JAVI!”
My pussy squeezes him, pulsing around his cock as I drench him with my own arousal, breathing heavy as the bliss still floats in my head. Javi’s hips sputter and he thrust 3 more times before he comes, grunting out my name as he spills himself inside of me, his come filling me up and leaking out from where we’re joined. He leans over me, his forehead hitting my sweaty back, his breaths puffing out over my skin. We stay like this for several moments, just trying to get back to Earth…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The pounding on the suite’s main door drags us from out sexed out bliss and Javi pulls out quickly, apologizing as he grabs a robe throwing it over his body and tying it as he heads to the door. I listen as he answers it, wondering if he was expecting someone.
“Yes?”
“I’ve uh..come to check on you both. There have been some..noise complaints.”
“Oh. Are you sure you’re at the right room? We have heard nothing.”
There’s silence for a moment and I just know that man has to be blushing, trying to figure out his next words.
“Yes, sir. People have uh distinctly..heard your name.”
You hear Javi chuckle. “I am sorry. We will try to keep it down. Passion is hard to contain sometimes, yes?”
“Of course, sir. Sorry to disturb you.”
The door closes and Javi returns, tossing his robe on the floor and walking back to the bed. He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him, laughing along with me.
“Come, querida. It’s time to break in the shower and get kicked out of this hotel.”
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The Pool
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Female!Reader (or Gabriela, your choice)
Summary: You and your husband make love in the pool
Rating: Explicit
Warning: This is just pure, sweet smut, with like, one curse word.
Word Count: 735
Note: Javi and his new wife have a home in LA so he can live there while doing more films. Also, the gif may have nothing to do with the pool except for his wet hair, but I love this gif so I'm using it.
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The first free afternoon you and your husband get after moving into a mansion in LA is spent in the pool, naturally. Sometimes you wonder if Javi is part fish, but you have to admit to yourself that you enjoy it a lot too, especially whenever you make out together in it.
You have always left the pool to take things farther, but on this day you are needy. You want him right here, right now. So you lead him to the shallow end and you wind your legs over his waist, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him like someone starved. He responds to you eagerly, gladly letting you explore his mouth, and letting his hands travel down your body, outlining your curves.
He freezes when you reach underwater to pull off his striped swim briefs, big brown puppy eyes widening with surprise.
"Here?"
You nod. "Now, Javi. Please."
"Outside?" He sounds concerned and you read between the lines.
"No one's around," you remind him, pressing your lips to his neck. He moans and his eyes flutter shut. His reaction sends a jolt straight between your legs. "No one here to see us,” you continue to reassure him. “None of the staff will be back before three o' clock."
He helps you remove his swim briefs in response and then your bikini, letting the swim wear float away from you both without a care. He grips your ass firmly, presses your body even closer to his, but it's still gentle. Javi is always gentle. And thoughtful. And just purely sweet. It is reflected in the way he makes love to you.
He kisses you languidly, but deeply, and you accept the pace, focusing on the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours and his cock which is hardening underneath you as you grind purposely against him.
When he is hard enough, you reach down and line him up with your core, and he bucks his hips upward, into you. You cry out, into his ear, at the satisfyingly intense feeling of him filling you up and he clings onto you a little tighter, lips finding your chest, your breasts. He kisses you there as your body adjusts to his size, then begins to move up against you at a steady pace.
His thrusts are long, filling, but gentle strokes. He reaches places inside you that has you whimpering his name and your hands comb through his beautiful, thick, wavy dark hair. You fist handfuls of his strands, tugging on them, and when you do, Javi is whimpering too.
Each one of his hip movements displaces water and causes quiet splashing. You press the tip of your nose into his shoulder, eyes drooping as you focus on it, the sound surprisingly erotic at the time. It would be a great moment to live in, but you want more. You join Javi in his rocking motion, keeping up with his pace, and the drag of him inside you feels nothing short of perfect. It's unsurprisingly not long before he's got you all wound up, panting out his name and silently thanking the universe that you have him.
"I'm close," you warn him breathlessly, and he groans before whispering weakly, "Me too."
You can't see his face because yours is nestled into his neck, but you know his look and can picture it in your head. His expression blissed out, eyes closed as he lets his mind solely focus on you, how it feels to be surrounded by your heat and how the friction caused by him sliding in and out of you brings him nearer and nearer to a complete loss of control.
His hands splay out on your back, and you feel him pick up speed urgently, driving into you just fast enough, just hard enough, to make you come, to make you clench down on him and crumble in his arms with a soft cry.
Your climax, your fall, takes him with you, and he moans your name as he spurts hot inside you.
He finds your mouth afterwards, kissing you even more sweetly than he had been before, and when you part to breathe he beams up at you, eyes bright with adoration. "I'm so fuckin' lucky to have you."
"Yes, you are," you agreed, smiling warmly, laying a hand on the side of his bearded jaw. "But I am too."
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ℙ𝕖𝕕𝕣𝕠 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔽𝕚𝕔 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕤 ♡
𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝔂 𝓣𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓙𝓪𝓿𝓲
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (+18) 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡.
ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @chaotic-mystery
dbf!joel series (Dbf! Joel Miller x f!reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) smut, fluff, implied age gap (legal)
If you are looking for some nasty, toe curling smut, look no further because Maddi has mastered the craft! dbf!joel is just so hot.
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♡ @loquaciousferret
Country Lovin’ (pre!outbreakJoel Miller x F!Reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) smut, alcohol use
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Love me some pre!outbreak joel
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♡ @mishasminion360
In an Instant (Joel Miller x fem reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) canon typical violence/angst/death
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this story absolutely shattered me. Ripped my heart out and stomped all over it. Beautiful writing.
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♡ @lovers-liability
Close Your Eyes (Joel Miller x AFAB reader) *series*
Warnings: mature (+18) mentions of death, smut/fluff
Jaw dropping, stunning depictions of finding love during the apocalypse
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♡ @forever-rogue
The Locket (Joel Miller x Fem!reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) TLOU canon typical violence, language, angst, mentions of death
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absolutely heartbreaking read. I loved it so much, I went back for seconds.
ꜰʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @peterhollandkait
Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You (Frankie Morales x AFAB reader/ OC *series*
Warnings: mature (+18) addiction,angst, triggering themes, smut
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Frankie + Sunny = your heart getting crushed.
ᴊᴀᴠɪ ᴘ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @loquaciousferret
Little Games (Javier Peña x f! Reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) smut
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One word: delicious.
ᴊᴀᴠɪ ɢᴜᴛɪᴇʀʀᴇᴢ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @mirasantidotes
Messy Annotations (Javi G x fem!reader) *series*
Warnings: none, tooth aching fluff,shy!javi G + sunshine! reader
Cutest shit I have read in awhile. Javi G is to die for in this one.
ᴅɪᴇᴛᴇʀ ʙʀᴀᴠᴏ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @fuckyeahdindjarin
Consent Series (Dieter Bravo x Intimacy Coordinator F!Reader)
Warnings: mature/explicit content (+18) smut, gloriously douchey Dieter Bravo
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Cee’s writing of Dieter makes me absolutely feral. I would let this man ruin me any day of the week
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♡ @whatsnewalycat
psychomanteum (Dieter Bravo x F!Reader) *series*
Warnings: mature (+18) alternating POV, death, drug use, alcohol use, spooky stuff
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This story deserves to be in it’s own category to be honest. Totally unique, eccentric, a must read!
ᴊᴀᴄᴋ (ᴡʜɪꜱᴋᴇʏ) ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @fuckyeahdindjarin
Palomino Series (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) flirting, eventual smut, lots horsey details
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Cee and I became pals after I started reading this story. As a horse girl/equestrian, Palomino just itches my brain in the best way. Oh, and Jack is pretty delectable as well.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏʀɪᴀɴ/ᴅɪɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
♡ @theidiotwhowritesthings
Familiar & Unfamiliar (din djarin x female!reader)
Warnings: mature (+18) attempted assault on reader (not by Din), canon violence, angst, fluff, light smut
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This is one of my favorite depictions of Din. Protective, soft, and still a little dom. Chefs kiss
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♡ @frannyzooey
Take Me To Church (Din Djarin x Fem!Reader Western/AU)
Warnings: mature/explicit (+18) smut on smut on smut
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AU anything is so good, but this one? Takes the cake. Absolutely delicious in the every way possible.
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Lonely Christmas
Week 4 of the Winter Writing Challenge
Prompt: candle light / oblivious idiots / tears
Summary: A storm that makes it impossible to leave the island, leaves you spend Christmas with your friend and boss Javi.
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x fem. reader
Wordcount: 1.5k
Rating: G
Warnings: fluff, idiots to lovers
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You were staring out at the ocean, high waves crashing loudly against the shore.
There was a blanket around your shoulders, your arms crossed in front of your chest, keeping yourself warm.
The flight you had booked to fly out to see your family over the holidays had been canceled earlier today after the weather had been forecasted to last at least until the day after tomorrow. It had been windy all week but in the last 24 hours those winds became a storm. So bad that some of the garden decorations outside had flown away, never to be seen again.
„I do not like you standing so close to the window,“ Javi mumbled from behind you. He was sitting on one of his big sofas, also a blanket over his shoulders, his phone in his hand.
You had started working for Javi Gutierrez almost two years ago. You had been hired as a kitchen help but had worked your way up until you were his personal chef.
When things with his cousin got harder, it had Javi spending time wherever Lucas wasn’t. And that was mostly with you in the kitchen, because there was no way Lucas would have spend time with the help. That was under his dignity.
You had learned quickly that Javi was the complete opposite of his cousin.
He was interested in your life, asking you questions about your family, your hobbies, how you came to make your dream of being a cook reality.
He was eager to learn, starting to spend almost all of his spare time with you alone in the kitchen. (Lucas had fired all of the kitchen staff except for you in a fit of rage).
You became friends. Yet it would be months until Javi confined in you what was really happening on the property, close before his big birthday party with Nicolas Cage.
He made you leave the day after his birthday, paying for a vacation that would take you to the other side of the world, telling you that you deserve some days off after the work you had been doing.
You remembered the way he had hugged you close, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth before giving you one of his signature smiles that seemed to make you stomach flip.
You hadn’t talked about that almost kiss, thinking it had been an accident.
But you did think about it a lot. You still did.
Not that you would ever admit this to anyone.
After Lucas had been brought to justice things had changed. Javi had finally make his dream about becoming a writer come true and you had been there for every step of the way. He had even insisted you fly out to Los Angeles when he had all his meetings. And of course for the premiere of his first big movie.
It had been a busy year for him and you couldn’t be happier for him.
And secretly you were happy this storm had kept all the planes on this island. You didn’t want Javi to spend Christmas alone. He had send all staff home to be with their families.
„So, how about we make some pizza? The oven outside works without power,“ you suggested. Javi looked at you, eyes wide.
„You want to go out there?“ He asked, horrified.
You shrugged. The power had gone out almost three hours ago and the only thing you could use to cook was the big oven grill outside. It was under the patio, mostly hidden from the storm.
„I’m hungry,“ you sighed and he smiled softly. He got up and walked over to you.
He stopped just close of touching you and you looked at him. He was your friend, a friend you may or may not have a crush on, but he was still your boss. Your very handsome boss you sometimes wanted to kiss and…
„How about we just make some sandwiches and postpone the pizza until the power is back on? We could order in… okay maybe not. I don’t want anyone to get injured…“
„I don’t think we have enough bread for sandwiches. The grocery order was supposed to be delivery tomorrow morning for you,“ you said. Javi smiled sheepishly and you tilted your head at him.
„I went to the store this morning,“ he said.
„Okay…“ you said.
„And I bought way too much food because I forgot you ordered in for me,“ he grinned and you chuckled.
„Well then sandwiches it is.“
It was an hour later and you were both in Javi’s bed. Candles had been lit all around the room and his iPad was propped up on the bed (his other iPad and MacBook waiting in case the battery ran out).
You were under the covers, sitting propped against the headboard next to Javi, watching „The Holiday“. More than once you had been thankful that he was such a movie freak, having downloaded so many movies on his devices you hopefully would have enough to watch before the power came back on.
He had made you chose a movie and you had admitted that while you never had many traditions in your family, one you had with your sister was watching „The Holiday“ at Christmas Eve and eating as much candy while watching until you passed out.
And Javi of course insisted that while he was not your sister, he wanted to keep your tradition going. His family was never really close, so there were no traditions he kept.
So here you were, in a very comfortable bed with your boss/best friend/ man you occasionally thought about kissing, watching one of the most perfect movies ever made.
It was all… very romantic. The perfect first date really, apart from the power not working and the room getting colder and colder without working heat.
You sighed, watching Jude Law cry on screen as Amanda decides to leave.
You were fighting against the tears threatening to spill, knowing all of these people would find their happy end when you heard a sob from next to you. Turning your head to the side you saw Javi openly weeping, brushing his tears away.
It was one of many things you loved about him.
He wasn’t afraid to show feelings, whatever they may be.
Reaching your hand to take his he looked at you, giving you a watery smile.
„I think I may be a weeper too,“ he mumbled and you smiled. Slowly you inched closer to him. Your other hand carefully brushed his tears away and he smiled at you, letting go of your hand to pull his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer towards him, cuddling against you.
You took a deep breath, resting your head on his shoulder.
He was so warm and comfortable, and smelling so damn good.
„I wish I could find a love like that,“ Javi mumbled, watching the two happy couples on screen now dance and be happy.
„You can,“ you said, fully believing it.
„Yeah?“ He asked. You nodded, looking up at him to find him already looking at you.
„Javi you are basically a rom com come to life. You are a successful, very attractive man who is not afraid to show feelings. You love making other people smile and you give so so much… Whoever you let inside your heart be loved by you is a lucky person,“ you said. There were tears in his eyes again. You sat yourself up so you could kiss his cheek when he moved his head, your lips landing on his.
You both froze for a moment before your eyes got big and you parted from his lips with a gasp.
„I’m… I’m so sorry. I….“ You began to ramble but Javi just looked at you, surprised, yet the longer you rambled on the more his face changed until he was smiling at you.
His finger came to rest on your lips to stop you from talking and you pouted.
„This was not how I imagined our second kiss,“ he said and you raised your eyebrows, confused.
„Though I am not sure the almost kiss the day before my birthday counted as our first kiss.“
You gulped when his finger dropped from your lips. Instead his hand came to rest on your cheek.
„Javi… You’re my friend,“ you began, he nodded.
„But you’re also my boss,“ you continued and he nodded.
You sighed, his touch driving goosebumps over your whole body.
„I think I’m in love with you,“ he whispered, tears in his eyes and your lips parted in surprise, before you smiled at him.
You pushed him away, his expression falling before you sat yourself up and hesitantly came to sit on your knees on the bed, before you slowly straddled his lap, both of your hands framing his now hopeful face.
You brushed your thumps over his lips. His hands were on your hips, his eyes on you and every move you made.
„I quit,“ you whispered before you kissed him.
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The King's Queen - chapter 8
Javi Gutierrez x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Unnecessarily sexy use of a mirror, lingerie, size kink, loss of virginity, praise/worship, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex
Summary: The night is finally here, and taking the next step with Javi feels even more natural than you dreamed.
Notes: Welcome back to the Balearic Islands and welcome to smut time! (Gif is representative of the vibe, not of reader's appearance.)
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7
The first people to rise from the dinner table are you and Javi, which is as it should be. Everyone is finished with their meal when the king is, and you are more than happy to leave present company tonight. You take Javi’s arm with a smile and say your good nights, sparing a sly smile for Maisie and Gabriela as you go.
“That did not seem as painful as I was expecting.” Javi admits with a reassuring pat to your hand. “Your father was more restrained, I think.”
“I don’t think he expected me to ever tell him no,” you admit softly. “I wonder if he was bitching to my stepmother about me in the stables because he knew he couldn’t do it at dinner.”
“If he was, we can find out, if you wish.” He tells you with a smirk. “The stables have cameras.”
“I honestly don’t know if I want that kind of knowledge.” You admit with a shake of your head. “But please. Less talk of my father and more of us? We weren’t parted long this afternoon, but I’d like to hear about your day.”
“Not another word.” He promises, smiling at you. “Julius had me read over more agreements. Sometimes I feel like all I do is sign things. I need a stamp with my signature.”
“If you had that, then anyone could sign your name.” An idea which is alarming for several reasons. “I know it’s tedious, querido, but it is important.”
“I know.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyway. What did you and your ladies do this afternoon? Your first official as Princess?”
"We talked about you a little." It makes you smile as he seems so surprised by that fact. "I went over a few things with Flores and Sebastian went over my schedule for tomorrow with me after he came back from the stables. It was...fairly uneventful." All accept the conversation with Maisie and Gabriela in your closet, but of course you don't want to give away the surprise they helped you plan for him.
“That sounds lovely.” Javi tells you with a smile, nerves settling in his belly as you approach your bedroom suite. “Although tomorrow the wedding planning begins, sí?”
"Sí." The planning will begin in earnest, and there will be so much to do that it makes your head spin a bit. Or perhaps that's the nerves of anticipation for tonight. You cannot truly tell at the moment. "Would you still like me to have two dresses, mi amor?" He had said so in your first conversation about the wedding, and if it is something he truly dreams of then you will make sure it happens.
“Only if you wish.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to. “I just know that the traditional wedding dresses of queens are not…” he struggles to find the right words. “Party ready.”
"Maisie has already been showing me examples of designs so voluminous I would take up half the room." It does make you giggle, though, and you hug his arm. "I'll talk to the dressmaker. See what she thinks."
“Whatever you want.” He reminds you, “Catherine’s dress was gorgeous and simple lines.”
"I'm afraid I might have a more...active imagination than the Duchess of Cambridge did." The grin you aim in his direction is only slightly guilty, not mentioning that you also do not have a fussy British granny to satisfy with propriety. There is only him and you, but you won't say it like that.
“Diamond encrusted trains?” He jokes as he stops in front of your suite door. The footmen are absent and he smiles at the way Julius took his wants to heart. He knows everything inside will be perfect.
"I'm not aiming to be Marie Antoinette." Diamond encrusted trains sounds like the latest Kardashian wedding dress, and you smirk. "But I do like a classic, princess-y ballgown."
“Then that’s what you should have designed.” He smiles again, imagining your first dance in a beautiful wedding dress. “If your dress is your dream dress, just wear it all night. I want you to be happy.”
"I have an idea, and hopefully it will be workable." Not thinking of anything but being alone with him, you push open the door to your suite and gasp the moment you step inside. There are stunning bouquets of multi-colored daisies dotted with red roses on every surface. Crisp white candles of all different shapes and sizes are lit in just as many places if not more, and you could swear that an ice bucket and tray of something are sitting across the room on the coffee table in your sitting area. It's a movie-perfect moment of absolute romance if you ever saw one before and you nearly sob at the sight of it. "Javi...you...did you do all of this?"
“The staff set it all up.” He ducks his head in embarrassment, wondering if it didn’t count because he had not placed the items in your room himself. “I know that we talked about tonight and…” He takes your hand and presses it to his mouth. “You deserve romance. For it to be something you remember, hopefully very fondly.”
“It’s beautiful, mi amor.” As nervous as you have been, something about all of it slips from your shoulders in the face of this much love. In the care he has taken and the thoughtfulness of wanting to make the night a complete experience. “And not something I am ever going to forget; I can promise you that.”
"Good." The relief makes his answer whoosh out, shoulders sagging slightly and his grin one of complete pride. Despite being king, being the most powerful man in the islands, he wants your approval. Your happiness. Guiding you into the suite, the door closes behind you and he examines the room with approval. The staff had outdone themselves under Julius's guidance and he will have to thank the man. But for now, he turns towards you. "There is champagne and strawberries." He tells you with a small smirk. "Tonight is just for us, and there is no right or wrong here. Whatever you wish, nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, Margarita." He wants you to know that he's not going to believe that you have to act a certain way or do certain things just because you are a Princess. You are a woman. One who deserves to have her every sexual desire fulfilled by the person you love. Him.
“It is for both of us, isn’t it?” Your arms slip around his waist to keep him close, feeling suddenly as though it is vitally important to be touching him at all times. Feeling as though if you let go, you may burst. “I…have a surprise for you also…though it is slightly less impressive and much less grand than all of this.”
“For me?” He’s surprised that you would do anything for him, his brows arching up. “Amor, you did not have to do anything for me.” He quickly assures you, hoping you are not panicking and making things up.
“It’s…small…” The smirk that forms on your face mostly has to do with how petite the lingerie Maisie gave you actually is. It barely covers anything at all. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Anything from you I will love.” He promises, cupping your cheek gently.
“Then I think we should pour some champagne.” With the thought he put into this, it would be a shame not to sit along at the beautiful flowers and share a drink before moving forward with the night.
Delighted that you seem to like his surprise, Javi guides you over towards the champagne bucket. Pulling the bottle from the ice, he makes quick work of popping the cork and pouring two flutes. “To the beginning of our intimate journey.” He toasts.
“And the rest of our lives.” You tap your glass against his, the distinct tinkling assuring you that you’re drinking from crystal tonight.
Javi takes a sip, smiling at you and then he bends down to pick up a strawberry off the tray so he can hold it up to your lips for a bite. “Try the strawberry with this champagne.” He urges, noticing that Julius had outdone himself. There are plain strawberries and then some that are dipped in chocolate.
For all the decadent combinations you may have tried in your life, this is not one of them. It’s doubtlessly your imagination that makes the strawberry the sweetest you’ve ever tasted and the richest chocolate, too. It’s your imagination that makes the taste of the champagne around them transform, but even so you’re practically giggling with delight at the discovery of how perfect one makes the other — both enhanced tenfold when you have them together. “That’s amazing,” you hum, careful not to drip on yourself in any way whatsoever, and grinning like the lovestruck girl that you absolutely are.
The heated gaze that Javi gives you isn’t the calculated one the playboy prince might have given the object of his interest. It’s the look of a man completely in love with the woman in front of him. He hums, setting his own champagne flute down to cup your cheek. “Let me taste.” He murmurs, right before his lips descend on yours.
And all at once, there might as well not be anything else in the room — no furniture or flowers or paintings or treats — because nothing else in the entire world matters besides him. Javi licks into your mouth and you sigh for him, letting him explore you easily and remapping every inch of his mouth while your tongues dance and tangle together in earnest worship. He doesn’t move from kissing you. Content to spend the rest of his life right here with his lips on yours. Holding you close, he can feel you start to tremble in his arms.
It’s overpowering in the best way possible, and with your knees literally shaking and threatening to come out from under you, you grip his shoulders that much harder. There’s something thick and magical and true in the air between you tonight and it has you moaning softly into his kiss as you pull him closer.
Javi doesn’t want to breathe. Everything and everyone beyond the doors to this suite fade into obscurity and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss slightly.
Without being entirely sure how you got there, you can feel the wall at your back. The blanket over your senses that Javi has pushed everything else out of your awareness and you could not care less in this moment. All that matters is him — is now. The way he tilts his head and the way he grasps at your frame. The way you’ve already forgotten where you left your drinks. The way the candlelight makes both of you glow even though no eyes are open to see it.
“I love you.” He promises again as he manages to pull his mouth away from yours.
“I love you.” It can never be said enough, and his beautifully flushed cheeks and heavy eyelids make you grin unrepentantly. “More than I thought possible.”
“You will let me know if you want to stop.” It’s not a command, it’s not a question. It’s a fact in his mind. If you want to stop, you will say something. “Or if there is something you do not like.”
“And so will you.” Although you highly doubt either of you will stumble on that circumstance tonight, if he should decide his grief is still too strong, you want to make sure he knows you are willing to stop any time.
The thought of tonight had fueled him through the paperwork after your coronation ceremony. He picks up your hand and starts to kiss up your arm. "Never." He drops another kiss higher. "In." Kiss. "A." Kiss. "Million." Kiss. "Years." Kiss. "Amor." Kiss.
"Javi." Gently picking his chin up with two fingers, you press a kiss to his lips when his head is level with yours again. "Take me to bed, amor."
"I can do that." Javi isn't a virgin, but he's aware that your first time should be special. Sighing softly as he takes your hand and guides you towards the large bed that the two of you have been sharing. Now, it will be used for something more than cuddling and sleep. "Turn around, Margarita."
Doing as he asks, you shiver with your back to him. Giving him power over the situation would be scary if it was anyone else but with Javi there is only trust and anticipation. Whatever happens next, it starts with heated kisses and the feeling of his broad hands caressing your skin. "I'm going to untie your dress." Javi hums, his hand sliding over your shoulder and across your chest to where the tie is fastened. "Look across the room." He whispers in your ear. "The mirror."
"Shit Javi..." You would tell him that there is no need to seduce you. That you already want him enough to have no reservations about this. But the second you look up and find his eyes watching you in the mirror, you're mesmerized. Suddenly there are no protests, only a thick swallow of air and a soft nod of your head that tells him you will follow his instructions to the letter tonight.
"My beautiful Princess." He murmurs in your ear, smiling at the fascinated look in your eyes, the darkness in them. "I want you to see how I see you. See how wonderful you are."
"The only thing I see is you." And maybe it's cheesy, but it's true. Despite most of his body being behind you in the mirror, all you care about is watching him. His smile is shy, almost bashful as he starts to pull your dress loose. Untying it and sliding his hand underneath the material to push it off one shoulder.
Even though you went through quite a bit of gleeful planning to make sure he would have something beautiful to see under your dress, you're still nervous. Alright, you're borderline terrified. But despite that, you help his hand slide the dress away from your shoulders and force yourself to watch his reaction in the mirror – hoping that he at least likes what he sees.
“Margarita.” He breathes out your nickname in awe when the delicate, see through, pale pink lace of your lingerie is revealed. “You– you wrapped yourself up for me like a treasured gift.”
“Surprise,” you huff softly, feeling your cheeks burn at the wonder in his expression. The awe in his eyes is impossibly endearing.
“I am constantly surprised by how wonderful you are.” Now he lets the dress fall to the floor, groaning when he sees your full body in the mirror. “Te amo.”
“Te amo.” If he didn’t have you in precisely the position that he wanted in this moment, you would have whirred you around to kiss him instantly. As it is, his hands start to roam, making you gasp when he touches the most sensitive places on your skin and swallow the sighs of longing while you wait for him to touch more. “I’ve thought about this more than you might think.” He groans in your ear. “Since that first night. I had hoped this is where we would end up. Naturally.”
“And here we are.” His fingers glide down your arms to let his hands rest on your hips for a moment. “Just where we were meant to be.”
“Just where we were meant to be.” He drinks in the sight of the lingerie and he twitches in his pants. “Did you wear this on purpose or do you normally wear things like this?” He asks softly. He had always given you time to change before coming over to your room to sleep so he wasn’t aware.
“I’ve never worn anything like this before in my life,” you admit softly, feeling a little embarrassed about it but that’s overridden by how much he seems to like it. “This is just for you, amor.”
“You look beautiful.” He promises breathlessly. “But you look beautiful all the time.” His hands slowly slide over your skin, worshiping you with a gentle touch.
“You’re always so handsome…” Little touches leave you breathless tonight, the anticipation building right down to your bones. “I’ve always thought so. Since…since the first time I saw your photo.”
Javi is proud that you find him appealing. His hands continuously moving as he maps your body. Despite holding you every night, he had kept his hands in respectable places. Now, he can indulge. “You are like a goddess, an angel that tempts me and soothes me.”
Gently, almost afraid to spoil the moment, you turn carefully around in his arms and reach first for his tie. Slow, seductive, and incredibly romantic is a wonderful tempo for this night, but you want to have him on the same page as you.
Javi watches you as you start to pull his tie free. Giving you leave to do whatever you want with him. He’s yours and you are his. That is what the two of you have promised each other. “What do you want tonight, amor?”
"Just you." It's the truest answer to the easiest question he could possibly ask, and when you pull the silk tie from the collar of his shirt, you drape it carefully over your nightstand and turn back to him to take the cufflinks from his shirt before you unbutton it.
There is something poignantly intimate about being undressed. Certainly it has happened before, but this time strikes a chord inside him. The desire and love are equal in the depths of your eyes, and it makes him shudder in pleasure as your fingers graze his body had the buttons slip from their slot.
It is certainly more careful work to undress Javi, his suits always being carefully styled and meticulously tailored, but you don’t mind. It’s almost the opposite, actually. The privilege of being the one to be allowed to undress him practically makes you shiver with anticipation.
He can’t be passive. Now when you are looking like that and gazing at him like he’s Adonis. Reaching up, his hands slowly slide up your stomach, hovering just below your breasts, looking so mouthwatering in their lacy cups.
“You’re allowed to touch,” you remind him with a small laugh, wondering if he is as nervous as you are from the way he’s hovering but not quite crossing the line yet.
“That’s good, Margarita.” He hums softly. “I want to touch you, want to make you feel good.” His hands move up and cup you, groaning slightly.
As gentle as he is, that first little bit of truly intimate contact is divine as you peel his shirt away from his shoulders. He’ll have to take his hands off you to fully take it off, but you don’t want that yet. You want him to explore any way he wants…so you reach for his belt buckle with shaky hands instead.
“You’re so gorgeous.” He rasps out. “I feel lucky, undeserving of your love. Your touch.” He wants to make sure you know how much he is in awe of this moment.
“Undeserving?” No, you can’t agree with that. Instead you lean forward and press your lips to his as you slide his belt open. “Mi amor, you deserve the entire world.”
“I don’t know if that is true.” He huffs, cock hard and aching as your fingers move to the clasp of his suit pants. “You deserve a night you will never forget.”
“Then I already have everything I deserve.” Before you touch his zipper, though, you look up for one last moment of confirmation before completely undressing him. If he changes his mind at any point you will respect it, and that includes right now.
He nods quickly, knowing that he needs you to set the pace. This is your first time and he will let you have anything, do anything you want with him. “Go on, amor.”
It’s not as though you’ve never seen a man naked. And not as though you’ve never done things before. But Javi is different. He is important. He is the rest of your life. And you love him so much more than you thought would ever be possible. When you strip his pants away the pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs underneath leaves very little to the imagination, and your pussy clenches at the first glance of your hand over the front of his briefs when you pull his pants down.
“It helps.” He tells you with a small smirk. “The crown did not wish to have a camera on my pants when I was attending events.” He explains.
“So they have your pants taken out?” The realization that he has to be dressed specifically to hide how big his dick is, is a very interesting one indeed. One that has you sputtering slightly and makes your cheeks even hotter.
“Along with making sure that my penchant for not wearing underwear is kept to the family wing of the palace.” He isn’t joking, but it is amusing, remembering that conversation with his father.
“Javi.” You can’t help but laugh at that, the giggle built out of you with absolute disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, mi amor.”
“As long as you don’t believe I’m boring.” He hums, smirking at you and biting his lip when your fingers slip under the band of his boxers.
“Never.” The deep breath you take before peeling away his boxer briefs is really just for your own fortitude. Apparently, up to this point, you had only been with boys. Javi is…mouthwatering. And all over again you have no trouble believing anything you ever read about him as the playboy prince.
For his own part, Javi is nervous. Wondering what you might think of him. Hoping that he measures up to whatever expectations you have about him. He twitches slightly in the cooler air of the room, released from the confines of his briefs.
“You’re an absolute dream, mi amor,” you assure him, seeing the nerves written all over his face. Instead of going down to your knees, which is the first instinct you have, you stand up straight again and put both your arms around him, drawing him in close to be able to just hold each other for a moment and share a kiss. It’s clear you’re both anxious but eager and you let your hands map his torso and hips for a moment while you pour your reassurances into an increasingly deep kiss.
He had never known he would be so nervous when being with the woman he would marry. It’s almost as if he were a virgin himself, but the nerves melt away into the kiss and he starts slowly becoming bolder in his touch.
While the moans that he drags from your throat may have started out polite, they are definitely not anymore. They’re hungry and needy, coming from deep in your chest or even down around your belly where his cock is currently trapped between your bodies. No matter where the sound originates — it might be your toes for all you know — it shifts slightly when you start to step backward, knowing the side edge of your bed is only a few feet away.
“You wish to lay down?” He is more assertive right now, but he still checks in. Wanting to make sure you are ready to lay down.
“I think we’ll be less nervous,” you admit, even though the thought feels silly out loud. “We’re used to being in bed together.” That’s a good point. Javi guides you back to the bed and follow you as you lay down, kissing you as he kneels and crawls with you, his cock bobbing heavily between you.
Every piece of Javi’s clothing is discarded now, and you feel acutely aware of the lingerie that still hugs your finger. It’s far more than just the pinky ring left touching Javi’s finger, but it seems to be something he likes a whole lot so you’ll let him decide when it comes off.
“If I could paint, I would paint this moment.” Javi wonders, his lips against your throat and up your jaw. “Capturing it forever, mi amor.”
“This is only for you, mi amor.” One of his hands cradles your cheek and the other is slowly tracing your side, and you shift to urge it downward without rushing him. “There should be something that is just for us.”
“Oh, I did not mean that anyone would see it.” He huffs, smirking down at you in almost gentle lust. “It would be locked away where only I could view your beauty. Remember that I have a literal angel as a princess.”
“It wouldn’t be very angelic…” you hum, laying kisses along the hollow of his throat. “To let you paint me naked, mi amor.”
“I should take you to our museums.” He chuckles. “Plenty of nude angels frolicking.”
“Maybe we’ll find it inspiring?” You tease, sighing softly when his hand finds your thigh and his thumb grazes the soft skin so close to the silk and lace covering your core.
“I’m going to taste you, mi amor.” He hums as he rubs soft, enticing circles over your thigh before moving his thumb over a fraction of an inch to press against you through the lace. “I’ve imagined tasting you at least a thousand times since meeting you.”
“Javi.” His name is a bare, plaintive whisper, but that’s mostly because he’s taken your breath away about a dozen times already tonight. His sweet touches are growing bolder every moment and if you melt into the bed never to be heard from again, it will be worth every second. “Whatever you want, mi amor. I’m yours.”
“You are mine.” He groans. “Just like I am yours. And I take care of what is mine.” The little clasps of the lingerie make getting to your covered cunt easy, unhooking them to expose your folds to his hungry gaze. “Beautiful.”
It might have been fussy to get into, but Javi clearly has no problem peeling away the fabric covering those few last places on your body, and you swear that you might spontaneously combust just from the wash of hot breath over your sensitive skin. "Yours," you breathe out, watching every tiny movement. "Te amo."
“Te amo.” The sentiment, the promise, is whispered out right before his mouth descends on your most intimate places. The king gorging on his queen to be.
Instead of a shock or a jolt, you melt even further into the bed, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed for one long moment before you pry them open again to watch everything. Javi’s mouth is bliss. Quick flicks where they feel best and long laps when that is exactly what you need. It has you twisting underneath him in no time, fingers tangling in the sheets and breath coming in needy pants.
You are so soft, so responsive to him. Giving him wordless praise as you move under his touch. Javi's touch stays soft, grip light as he lets you move your hips as you feel like you need to. Not anchoring you down, but allowing you both to drift along the bed.
Your fingers comb through his curls, not pulling or scratching but anchoring you to him in one more place. Since you’re always feeling like you could float away, an anchor seems like a good idea.
Javi has always been a giver, the love 'em and leave 'em playboy image had been crafted by the press, in their attempt to scrounge for whatever tidbits of information they could. All of his previous lovers had been bound by non-disclosure agreements, a necessity so there weren't interviews talking about the future king's prowess as a lover. If interviews had happened, they would have said that Javier was generous, slightly submissive and intimate every time he had touch one of them. Now, with you, he's even more so. Wanting his future queen to luxuriate in his arms, in his bed, to be pleased enough that you would never seek solace somewhere else.
Having had every intention of watching him as he indulges in you, his attention is too sweet. It comes in waves too strong to deny. The overwhelming pleasure has you closing your eyes and moaning softly so that it's just for his ears. It's extraordinarily indulgent and so intensely romantic that if your whole body wasn't on fire from pleasure you might be tearing up over how loving he is.
Javi hums into you, taking your sounds greedily and keeping them for himself. Memorizing how you sound, how you look this first time together.
The vibrations roll through you, every sound from his lips increasing the pleasure and caring you off on an absolute cloud. The coil in your core is starting to tighten too quickly and you know that as much as you want this to last forever, there will be so many more nights like it to come. And for that matter? This night has only begun.
Javi's fingers caress your skin, sliding over the slopes and planes, reveling in the divots and creases. Coming underneath his tongue and circling your entrance lightly.
Pants and whines come with your twisting body, back arching and eyes popping open to not only be as close to him as possible but to watch the exact moment that your body gives in to pleasure. The way his eyes have darkened with desire but never leave you gives you an extra shiver of arousal that rolls all the way through your body even as you cum.
This is moment where you are completely his. This moment. When your eyes burst open even wider than before and your entire body lurches up in pleasure as you start to come apart for him.
“Fuck, Javi!” When you can finally take a deep breath again, you comb your fingers through his hair and whimper into the candlelit night. “You’re incredible.”
He hums, deflecting the praise even as he preens. “You are incredible.” He insists. “So responsive.”
"And you're the one who gave me something to respond to." You won't let him wiggle out of accepting your praise, even if you're feeling too limp at the moment to wag a playful finger at him.
"Do you want more, my love?" He asks, softly, stroking your hip and hoping that the night will continue.
The fingers that were buried in his curls caress his cheek, and you nod eagerly. “I never want to stop,” you confess, already addicted to the way he touches you.
“Then we will never stop.” He promises, smiling indulgently. “All of our state affairs will be conducted right here in this bed.”
“That might be awkward for some of your advisors,” you laugh, loving the way he completely and totally indulges in both you and in this moment.
“Perhaps a screen between us and our visitors.” He teases, kissing up your body and smiling at the way you laugh. It’s gorgeous and completely encompassing him.
“That will solve everything.” A sage nod is bowled over by a moan as he kisses between your breasts and your head falls back on the pillows again.
“Beautiful, my beautiful queen.” He praises, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.
A part of you wonders if this is how he always is with new lovers, or if he is being especially attentive and romantic because he knows what tonight is for you. The fact that he is the first and only man you'll ever be with in this way seems to make every feeling that much more heightened.
He works your tits until they are sore, aching with the attention he is lavishing on you. The small cry of pleasure you give is almost pained and it's beautiful in its pitch to his ears. Your thighs squeeze his torso and he chuckles as he kisses back up your body to your lips. "Are you ready, my love?" He asks softly, wanting to make sure you are wanting to take the next step now.
"Sí." You've been all but begging for him the entire time he's been between your legs, but at this point your mind is blank to absolutely anything else. "Please, amor. More. Por favor."
“I cannot deny you.” He promises, thankful that you do not want to stop. “Wish to give you the world, amor.” Reaching between you, his fingers wrap around his length and guide him to the position. “Now, I give you myself.”
It is a fitting tribute, considering how your world has narrowed down to only him, but the words to point it out are lost. With the slow, steady push forward, your mind fades to fuzz and your voice sticks in your throat for a moment before a deep moan cuts through the night air. Every small roll of his hips is ecstasy, filling you little by little, and you swear you’ve never felt anything as divine before in your entire life.
Javi takes his time, bracing himself over you. There's no fear of pain, no issue with the archaic bedding and taking of your virginity, but he still slowly rolls his hips forward. Wanting the feeling of taking him for the first time to be nothing but bliss for you as he kisses along your jaw.
You pant his name as he fills you, grateful not to feel any of the pinching or pain that you had heard warnings of from other girls as you grew up. The concept of virginity might be made up but there is still a very real physicality associated with it, and having an experienced partner makes all the difference. For you there is nothing but pleasure and the all-encompassing feeling of being surrounded by the man you want to give everything to.
“Beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin. Finding the strength to hold back. With you, everything seems so smooth, organic. As if this was always meant to be, and in a way, it has. His hand slides behind your head and cradles it gently as he groans, buried completely in the warmth of your body and hopefully your heart.
"So good." With your face buried in his shoulder, you press kisses to his skin and roll your hips to adjust to the feeling of being so full.
“You are so perfect.” His tone is strained, holding back as he waits for you to be ready for more than just him inside you.
"You can move, mi amor." One more shift of your hips makes both of you moan, and you let your legs hitch up higher on his hips so he can sink that much deeper inside you. "Please move. God you feel amazing."
The kiss he gives you is tender, meant to soothe your restlessness as he draws his hips back. Groaning against your lips at how tight you feel, how right you feel. Javi isn't inexperienced, but he feels like he's never had sex before. At least not had an emotional or physical connection like this before.
There is nothing hurried tonight. No rushing. Nothing but bliss as the two of you start to move together. His hands wrap under you to hold you close, encourage your back to bend and arch into his body. Your arms come around him just as tight. Your breath comes in shallow pants. And it's perfect.
Every moan you give him is music, a note in his ear that makes him move. Worshiping you with his own body, giving you everything he has and it still isn't enough.
If there was a word more than perfect, you wish you knew what it was. You wish you could express just how extraordinary this moment feels. How right it all is. And how grateful you are that this is where life has brought the two of you. Instead, all you can see to conjure for words are gasps of his name and moaned praise with every drive of his hips.
Javi takes his time. There's no pace that he sets other than one to make sure that both of you feel everything. Languidly rocking his hips with murmured praises, and hushed gasps shared between you. Tears building up behind his eyes as he stares down at you in wonder.
“Want to— fuck, so good—try everything with you,” you manage to gasp out between moans, adoring the loving pace but wanting to experience as much as possible. Even during the first time.
"We will, amor." He promises, holding you close and giving a sharp thrust to change the tempo.
The way that has stars bursting behind your eyes is immediate and you cling to his shoulders that much more tightly with your fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his back as you moan.
You like that. Javi twitches inside you and gives you another thrust, hoping for the same reaction. Wanting you to enjoy every second you are in bed with him.
The different angle and sharper thrusts hits something different inside you. Like breath being pushed into you and out all at once. It makes your eyes burst open again before you squeeze them shut tight, trying to hold on to that sharp shot of pure pleasure.
"Is that what you like?" He murmurs in wonder. "You like it a bit faster? Harder?" He loves the way your entire body tightens under him and it's squeezing him tight. "Tell me what you need, amor."
You want to try everything, and you've told him that, but whatever he's doing now feels like a revelation. "How deep can you–" The thought is cut off with a moan. "If I – oh god – hold my legs?"
Javi leans back, pushing your leg up onto his shoulder and leans forward again. Pushing deep.
"Oh, fuck!" All at once your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open. "Oh my god–so fucking good, baby."
He groans, eyes darkening with desire and love. "Want you to feel good. Want you to cum for me, amor."
Under normal circumstances you really would pride yourself on being more articulate, but every time Javi pushes his hips forward you temporarily forget how to even think, let alone speak. All you know for sure is that if he keeps doing what he's doing now, it will not take you long at all to fall apart for him again. "More," you moan out, fingernails biting half-moons in his shoulders. "You feel so good, amor."
“Give you ev-everything.” He moans, nodding as he rocks his hips and dips his head down to kiss you again. Needing the extra contact and it presses him deeper.
You gasp into his kiss, the change of angle and how deep he feels inside you making you feel like a firework about to explode. A shiver runs down your entire body that seems never to end and your core tightens with determination. When you cum for him this time it will hit you like a freight train and leave you wrecked.
His hips knock against the back of your thigh, pulling grunts out of him that he pours into you. Still holding you as tenderly as he can while he thrusts harshly.
“Javi—” The sound of his name is always sweet to your ears but right now it feels like it’s an absolute prayer. “I’m—I’m going to—oh god!”
Javi groans your name, loving that you are coming apart for him. Watching as your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide before they flutter closed.
This is your new definition of bliss. Head tossed back with Javi buried deep inside you while you fall apart at the seams, pussy clenching his cock so tightly that he loses his rhythm right along with you. Existing only with him in such a deeply intimate and personal moment is breathtaking.
His breath stutters, caught in his lung and he’s unable to think of anything but you. The grip you have on him and the way your body begs him to follow you into bliss has him giving in.
Truly you thought the feeling of fullness couldn’t be any more complete, and then he starts to cum. Painting the walls of your throbbing pussy with his seed and making you groan all over again while the two of you pant for breath and cling to each other in the collapsed heap of your bodies tangled in bedclothes. It’s the closest to whatever heaven is that you’ve ever felt in your life and you swear that if there really is such a thing as soulmates, this is what it feels like to be with yours.
Your skin is sweat slick and his own is equally damp. Making it warm and wet when he collapses against you and tucks his face into your neck. Kissing your pulse gently. "I love you." He whispers softly.
"Te amo." You turn your head to kiss him, basking in the glow of his affection and the adrenaline high that comes from sex in general. Sex with Javi is a whole other level.
"Te amo, my queen." He whispers, smiling against your lips and feeling like he is finally whole. This is what it's like. He hums in delight, hoping that this feeling never fades.
“My king.” It’s almost odd to acknowledge, having grown up your whole life in a country without a monarchy, but here he is. He is deeply loving, devoted, king, and he is your king. Loving him is as natural as breathing, especially in this moment of quiet between you.
Javi reluctantly moves, aware that you should not be pressed down by his weight for too long and he groans quietly as he pulls out of you. "Wait here, I will get something to clean you up."
“Don’t be gone long.” There’s nothing you want less than for him to leave you, but clean up is…rather important.
He smiles at you and nods before he hurries into the bathroom so he can get the cloth and slide back into your arms.
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