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mirasantidotes · 1 year

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 1

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Summary: You meet Javi at your local library and notice he's reading your favorite book. You two hit it off and spend your day together, just talking and getting to know each other before you spend the night at his house on accident.

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, shy!javi, sunshine!reader, reader has wavy hair, reader lives in spain, very fluffy, reader's love language is touch, implied slight age gap (reader is in their 30s), can be read platonically or romantically, a LOT of blushing (a little too much), reader goes to college later in life, HUGE bookworm!reader, no use of y/n. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Thank you for your notes and compliments on Dance With Me; it means a lot! Also, just send an ask/comment and tell me if you'd like a part 2 to this, I had a lot of fun writing it, and I have a few ideas already for a part 2. If you have any other ideas for fanfics, my asks are open for requests! I hope you all enjoy this; it took me forever to get done, and I had an insanely hard time coming up with how I wanted this fic to turn out. The struggle was totally worth it though; this is probably one of my favorite fics I've written!

All of my posts with an * in the title contain smut, or mentions of it. Minors DNI.

(Divider by saradika)

Living in Spain has been one of your biggest dreams, and you finally moved here for college abroad to work on your infuriating art major, even though you feel like you’re a little old for college now that you’re in your 30s. You’re an underground artist, and you’re just itching to get your work out there to be noticed by the public. You’re an absolute ball of sunshine, and to be fair, you’re the most energetic and outgoing person you know, but, you don’t really know too many people in Spain yet, but that’s beside the point. You really are energetic, though— almost too much. There is one thing that you’re always excited about though, no matter what— reading. Finding new books to binge-read in one sitting is always one of your favorite activities when you have free time. The library cashier is extremely tired of you coming in every week.

Javi Gutierrez, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of you. He’s a shy, new up-and-coming actor who doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life after the success of his first movie. Though fame is finding him well, much more than anticipated, he doesn’t particularly want to make another movie quite yet, now that his co-star, Nic Cage, has left Spain. Even with his newfound fame, he still enjoys going out and doing activities he enjoys, which mainly include going to the local library. He prefers reading in a library than in his own house, alone. He likes the atmosphere the library gives him, but most of all, he loves tucking himself away strategically in the corner of the library window, so he can look out and see the bustling streets of people living their everyday lives.

On a Friday afternoon, you have some free time to yourself, and you, of course, decide to head to your local library. You never go on Fridays— your typical day off is Sunday, but today was different; today was a professor work day at your college, so you had no classes or any assignments to complete, meaning you could spend your whole day reading. You walk into the library happily, as always. The smell of the ink bled into the pages of hundreds of books filled your lungs— a scent you thoroughly enjoyed. You finally pick out a new book that you’ve been eyeing, having heard good things about it online and from the people in your college.

Even though you got what you came for, you couldn’t walk into a library and buy just one book— no, you had to buy at least 5 every time you came in. After picking out your books, you waltz to the cashier, who already appeared annoyed at you being there. A strict, slightly older woman— always had an attitude, but that didn’t let you stop being your energetic, bubbly self to her. “You know, you still need to return the other 10 books, right?” she says, sternness filling her tone.

“Yeah, yeah! I know; I’ll bring them all back next time I come!” you say, smiling widely, setting the books down on the counter. The woman simply rolls her eyes at your response, knowing you’d be back in a few days and she’d have to deal with you again. After she scans the books, the woman tells you, “Your total is going to be €15.75.” €15.75… you think. You only brought €15— you sigh in response; the woman before you, never having heard that sound come out of you, and looked at you like you had 3 heads planted firmly upon your shoulders. You searched your pockets and purse but had no change.

“It’s just 75 cents. Can’t you let it pass this once?” You plead but to no avail. The woman shakes her head harshly, muttering something about ‘library rules,’ but you were too disappointed by her head shake to take care of what she said. You sigh once more— looking around the library; surely somebody would be willing to give you a dollar, right? Right?

You feel increasingly upset the longer you look through the library aisles for someone to ask until your eyes finally land on a gentleman wearing a mustard-colored shirt full of wrinkles. He was sitting in a corner, away from everything, with his legs planted on a footrest and his face hiding behind a book. You hold your finger up to the cashier, signaling for her to wait as she sighs in response. You walk up to the man, “Hey! I hate to ask you this, but I was just checking out, and I’m 75 cents short. Do you mind? It’s okay if not—” you say quickly, trying not to seem too over the top.

The man lowers his book, and a shy pink rose upon his cheeks while nodding slowly. “Um yeah, sure,” he whispers, almost inaudible, as he shifts himself in his seat and reaches into his jeans pocket for some change. He pulls a €5 bill from his pockets and raises his hand for you to take it before settling back into his seat.

You take the bill from between his fingers, grinning brightly— “Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver,” you say, full of enthusiasm. A soft smile washes over the man’s face before nodding, his cheeks still showing a light rose color. You turn on your heel and rush back to the cashier, proudly waving your money in the air. After checking out, the cashier hands you your change, and you grab your books. Before you leave, you turn back and walk toward the man again. He seemed to have heard you coming and had lowered his book just enough to see you already standing there. “Hey again, thank you for lending me some money. Here’s the change!” you say, holding the money out to him, close enough for him to reach it. The man lowers his book into his lap, smiling softly, takes the money from your grasp, and messily pushes the money back into his jeans.

You finally catch a glimpse of the man's entire face, his curly brown hair complimenting his tanned skin and the patchy stubble on his face. You grow curious and look into the man’s lap to see what book he’s reading— and to your surprise, it’s your favorite book ever. “Oh my God,” you exclaim, a little too loud for a library, startling the man slightly and causing him to look at you. After adjusting your tone accordingly, you continue— “that’s my favorite book!”

His face lights up brightly, “Really? That’s awesome,” he enthuses, yelling in a whisper. Just for a moment, he’s brought out of his shy state. He adjusts his position again, sitting forward in his seat and removing his feet from the footrest. “I’ve loved this book since it came out,” he continues, “I’ve never met anyone else who likes it.”

“Yeah, all the books from this author are really good! I especially love this one, though,” you finish, smiling as you sit on the footrest in front of the man, hugging your new books to your chest. The man, shy once more, becomes flustered until “Hey, I was thinking of going to the coffee shop down the street. Do you wanna come with?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

The man’s eyes widened, with even more heat rising into his cheeks— another thing they had in common; coffee. “Yeah, of course,” he enthuses, breaking eye contact just enough to stand up out of his seat while grabbing his bag and placing his book inside of it, “I love that place!” he finishes as he puts the bag messily around his shoulder, looking back at you. He looks down at the books you’re holding in your arms, and as you stand up, he asks, “Do you wanna put your books in my bag? So you don’t have to hold them—” he says softly.

“Yeah, sure! Just don’t steal them for yourself,” you joke, making yourself chuckle before handing him your books. The man blushes at your words, taking the books from your hands and placing them all inside his bag. The two of you walk out of the library, and you wave to the cashier as you leave; she, of course, didn’t wave back. As the two of you walk towards the coffee shop, you get lost in conversation about your favorite books. The walk was the same distance it always was, but with the man walking with you, it felt a lot shorter than usual.

Just as you reach the shop, you stop suddenly. You hadn’t asked the man his name, nor had he asked you. “I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” you say, turning to him, smiling nervously.

“Javi,” he says, his rich, deep voice rings through your ears. A soft laugh escapes your mouth, full of nervousness as you tell the man your name, him joining your chuckles soon after. The two of you sit at one of the tables placed by a window.

The two of you gush over your newfound subjects in common— a not-so-known favorite author and coffee. What could be better? The two of you spend well over an hour hogging up the coffee table, just getting to know each other, until a worker comes and tells you that you have to leave if you aren’t going to buy anything else. The two of you are already so strung out on coffee you both know either of you doesn’t need any more in your system. “Hey, do you wanna come over to my house for a little bit?” Javi asks, “You don’t have to, obviously; I know we just met and—”

You spring your head up at his words; you’ve been having a lot of fun talking to Javi so far; what could it hurt? “Of course!” you interrupt his concerned rambling. He simply smiles in return, picking up the bag under his seat as he stands up. The two of you walk to the door of the coffee shop, “I walked here from my house, so it’s a bit of a walk—” he says, as he opens the door for you to walk out, “I hope that’s okay,” he finishes as he walks out behind you, closing the door.

“Yeah, that’s alright!” you say excitedly as the two of you start walking toward’s Javi’s house. Obviously, you don’t go to random people’s houses like this, but Javi felt— different. He felt trustworthy, considerate, and loving. You’re brought out of your thoughts while on the way there as you spot a flower field to the left of you. You stop walking to look at the view for a moment, Javi noticing almost immediately. He turns back to face you, a slight smile planted on your face. You’ve never been to this area of Spain before, and already, it’s so much more beautiful than where you currently dwell.

Javi looks for a moment at your wavy hair, lightly being blown in the sunset’s wind, the sun glowing brightly in the backdrop of you, lighting illuminating your features. As he realizes he’s been staring, he clears his throat and fixes his shirt before stepping toward you. Just as he reaches your side, you look at him. “It’s beautiful,” you declare, still looking at the field. Javi looks at you and nods, “Yeah, it is.” before turning his head to look where your eyes were fixated. Suddenly, you interlink your arm with his, tugging at him to follow you into the field. “Come on, let’s pick some flowers,” you say, excitement filling your body, with a slight red washing across your face as you unlink your arm, running your hand down to hold his, as you turn around to face him while walking backward as laughter fills the air. Javi blushes at the sight of you for what seems like the millionth time today— as you two reach relatively far from the path you were previously walking, you let go of Javi’s hand, your body missing his touch.

You bend down near a patch of red carnations, picking a flower and lifting it to your nose, smelling the sweet yet subtle clove-like scent and letting it fill your body, making you feel warm inside. You stand back up and turn around to see Javi standing behind you, hands in his pockets with the corners of his lips upturned softly, causing gentle wrinkles to form around his dark-colored eyes. You walk up to him and place the flower behind his ear, letting his soft curls hug around the stem to hold it in place— light pink creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks once more.

You giggle at his face, full of awe— you break your gaze from his kind face enough to look up into the sky, causing Javi to do the same. You notice it’s getting late, and just as you’re about to say you should get going to Javi’s house, he speaks, “It’s getting late; we should hurry before it gets too dark,” his deep voice with his rich accent echoing through your ears as if honey had a sound— making your cheeks flush.

You simply nod in agreement while holding your hand out for him to take it. He has to look back between your hand and your face a few times before finally taking it in his own, making a few soft chuckles escape your mouth, causing him to do so too. After about 20 minutes of walking, the bright orange rays shining behind you slowly disappear until finally reaching it’s end, and the lightness of the moon begins peeking out from the horizon. The two of you reach Javi’s home, and God— was it beautiful. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt slightly jealous while walking into his pristine villa home when you’re reminded of your small college dorm.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asks, breaking the non-awkward silence the two of you had throughout your walk.

“Sure! Water’s fine,” you reply happily, looking at all of the knick-knacks Javi had littered throughout his home. Javi returns with your water in hand, nearly running to get back to you.

After handing it to you, he speaks up, “Do you wanna go sit on the couch— or?” he says, his voice laced with a sort of sweetness that makes your body tingle. You nod in response, taking a sip from your water. Javi guides you to his living room; the large room before you opens up as he turns on moody, orange lights that remind you of the sunset you saw a mere hour ago. It feels homey— welcoming, and warm. Something you don’t experience at your own college house. Javi walks over to the couch, covered in soft blankets and a few pillows, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. You follow closely behind, sitting close to him, your knees almost brushing against each other as you sink into your seat.

Javi hums as if he’s forgotten something essential and stands up without saying anything. He disappears into the other room, leaving you there. After a few moments, he returns— an old worn book in his hands. “This is one of my favorite books,” he says, sitting back down next to you, “I want you to read it,” he finishes softly, looking at you while motioning for you to take it. You oblige— surprisingly, it’s a book you’ve never read, so of course, you’d be willing. You open the book to the first page, glancing at it, then turning over a few pages before running your fingers through each and every page, noticing messily written notes and scribbles written out into the worn margins. You absolutely adore annotated books, and it’s one of your favorite pastimes, besides actually reading the book in the first place.

You let a few chuckles escape your mouth as you look up to see Javi’s relieved expression grow on his face after your silence. You reach over to hug him quickly, causing him to laugh too, his hand resting on your upper back. You pull away, returning your attention to the book, positioning yourself cross-legged before him, sinking into your seat even more. “Can I read it now?” you ask, smiling, still not looking at him but skimming the first page's notes.

“Of course,” he says simply, smiling. You start reading immediately— resting your head on the side of the couch. You point out a few rather silly remarks he’s written down on the first page, causing you both to giggle. You spend well over an hour just reading the pages of the book, occasionally engaging in a conversation about what you’re reading, Javi being just as fascinated with it as you are, if not more which makes you chuckle. After a while, a “Can I lay my head on your lap?” escapes your mouth, looking at Javi for consent. He nods as his face heats up, and you lay down, the book above your face, as you two still talk about the notes he’s made and the careless actions the main character makes in the book.

About halfway through the book, you hear Javi’s stomach grumble something mean, causing you to laugh. “You hungry?” you ask sarcastically, looking at him, letting a few more chuckles escape your mouth. You receive a nod as he joins in on your laughter, a slight tint of embarrassment hidden within as he hides his face behind his hands. You lift your head off his lap, setting the book down on the couch, not leaving the page you left off on. “You should eat,” you say softly.

“Yeah,” he pauses, thinking. “Do you want some cake? That’s what I’m going to have,” he finishes, looking over at you, eyes glistening in the light’s warm tones that fill the room.

You smile, “That sound’s perfect!” you say, nodding. He stands up, whispering a quiet ‘okay’ sound before disappearing into the other room once more before returning a few minutes later with two plates, each with red velvet cake and a napkin on each. You let out a small squeak at the sight, making your mouth water slightly at the richly flavored cake. As you two are eating, Javi finishes rather quickly, and you notice frosting on his face he doesn’t seem to notice. You pick up your napkin to wipe it off, his cheeks turning visibly red, as does yours, the both of you gigging.

Once you finish your cake, you set both plates down on the coffee table, along with the book, and lay your head back down on his lap. “Wanna watch some TV?” you ask, looking up at his face and into his eyes as he meets yours.

“Sure thing,” he says, nodding while looking down at your face before reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. After an hour of watching the show, you fall asleep, head still resting in his lap. He notices shortly after when he hears the soft snores that escape your mouth, which is slightly agape. He smiles at the sight, lowering his hand down to brush some of the hair out of your face. He feels your cold skin and grabs the blanket from behind you that was messily thrown over the couch’s back, and lays it over your body, causing you to stir slightly in your sleep. He lowers the volume of the TV so as to not wake you up.

Shortly after, he looks down at your sleeping state, whispering a light "Goodnight, hermosa (beautiful)," before he leans back onto the couch deeper, sighing contently, before falling asleep for the night, with you in a deep sleep on his lap.

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thetriumphantpanda · 8 months

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CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE! You deserve all the love and praise, your writing is wonderful. 💜💜💜

I would like to humbly request my sweet babygirl Javi G. I noticed hair pulling wasn't on the list but I'm sure we can agree that his gorgeous curls are RIPE for yanking.

I was also thinking of how sweet, pliant, and submissive he might be, and what a good, good boy he would be when I sat on his face. 😈

Kthanksloveyoubye

PATTI MY DARLING. FIRST OF ALL, I am sorry it took me so long to get to this one - the smut sensation requests went feral and so did my motivation for them, BUT WE ARE BACK, so please consider this a late birthday gift from me to you - I hope you love it 🫶🏼

Pairing | Javi G x F!Reader

Word Count | 727

Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. Sub!Javi, Dom!Reader, edging, teasing, hair pulling, oral sex (F receiving), unprotected PiV sex, creampie. Unbeta'd so mistakes all my own.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration (now bleeding into my 2K celebration) - if you want to read previous requests, you can do that here .

You didn’t think there was a more beautiful sight that the one before you right now. Javi, splayed out on his bed, completely naked, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. You can physically see his cock throbbing where it’s resting on his belly, pre-come smearing onto his skin from the amount you’ve teased him already tonight.

The balcony doors are wide open, a cool breeze blowing through the net curtains, the sound of the ocean crashing against the beach below. The only sound sweeter than that is him begging you, begging you to finally make him come after bringing him to the edge and denying him more times that you can count.

“Please, mi amor,” He whines as you move up his body, kissing up his chest until you’re straddled over his hips, pussy just out of reach as he bucks up into you, “Enough teasing.”

You drag your soaked folds across the length of him, a sadistic giggle leaving your lips as he groans at the contact, wanting nothing more than for you to sink down onto him and fuck him.

“I’ll give you what you want,” You breathe against his lips, before you clamber further up his body, “But first, you’ve got to earn it, sweet boy.”

Your hips straddle his face, your hand carding through the luscious locks of his hair as his hands come to grip the globes of your ass, guiding you down to his mouth. Your head tips back in pleasure as you feel his tongue trail from your clit, down to your weeping hole, where he drinks your slick from you, before trailing the tip of his tongue right back up to your clit, where he uses the tip of his tongue to flick across the swollen bud.

You keep your hands in his hair, tugging at his brown curls as you start to grind your face back down onto his mouth, moving your hips with his tongue as it swirls around your clit, building you up until you’re a writhing mess above him.

“Come on, sweet boy,” You moan, a particularly hard tug of his curls in your hand making him groan directly into your pussy, “Suck on me,” You demand, “Make me come, and I’ll return the favour.”

He does exactly as you ask, like the obedient man he is, latching his lips around your clit and sucking, the pressure almost folding you, until he adds his tongue back into the equation and you really are folding. You grip the headboard in front of you as you come on his face, hips shaking as your thighs squeeze around his face. You drag yourself from his face, awkwardly moving back down his body until your cunt is sinking down onto his cock. He lets out a strangled moan at finally getting what he wanted.

You give him a moment to adjust, leaning down to kiss his lips. You taste yourself on his mouth, a heady mixture that melds with the champagne you’d drunk over dinner. You make sure that your tongue gathers every inch of your taste from his mouth as you start rocking your hips, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of your drenched cunt.

“Mi amor,” He groans out, hands resting on your hips to guide your movements, “I won’t last.”

“That’s okay, baby,” You coo, running your hands gently through the curls you were just tugging at moments before, “You can come whenever you want.”

It’s almost as if it was only permission he needed, like he was holding off, waiting for you to let him do it, because it takes all of three thrusts into you for him to come – those thick, white ropes of his spend coating your walls as his strangled cries of your name fill the room. When you’re sure he has nothing left to give to you, you let his cock slip from inside you, falling onto the bed next to him as he rolls onto his side, lips pressing into your neck as his hands trail down your body.

You smirk as his fingers slide between your folds, gathering the mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingers, dragging it up to circle over your clit, begging you to let him make you feel good. He always was one who wanted to please, after all.

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rise-my-angel · 1 year

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Bonds and Seizure

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Length: 18.3k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, happy ending, kidnapping, held against will, threats of violence, mentions of guns and drugs, slowburn, smut, masturbation, p in v, dry humping

Notes: Set before movie events and timeline but you don't need to see the movie to follow this story.

So far, your chances at every visiting Spain for a second time were looking quite slim. You had maybe about two hours of time to enjoy the warm sun and the beautiful waterside view of your hotel until your brother finally knocked at the door. You were only able to see him for a fraction of a second before a second man pushed through the door.

The same man who was now kneeling in front of your face with a slimy grin speaking to you condescendingly like you were a petulant child. You weren't actually sure how you got there, but judging by the slight pain at the side of your head and how strangely groggy you had felt just minutes after waking up? You guessed you had either been hit on the head and drugged before you could wake up, or drugged and hit your head on the floor as you passed out.

Either way, you had woken up to a terribly bright light as your hands were tied behind your back of the chair you were sat at. This man with dyed white hair and a look in his eye you could only describe as unhinged wasn’t even your biggest concern, nor was it the darker haired man with a furrowed stern expression standing a bit behind him that entered just minutes before this nightmare hopefully ended.

But it didn’t. This white haired man finally left you alone with this newcomer but not before leaning into his companions personal space and looking with gleeful eyes back at you, “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe in Javi's hands. Our head honcho’s are always well stocked with security afterall.”

The darker haired man shot him a sideways glare, but didn’t say a word. He stood with little move to follow, just sliding his hands up to his hips as he turns his head to watch him walk away. A small aggressive bout of Spanish flying from the white haired mans mouth, far too quick for your somewhat limited language skills to catch.

What had surprised you was after you were left alone. Looking back on it you think a degree of shock must have kicked in, you had been silent and shaking, you hadn’t really even looked at him. You’re not sure if he said something or what, but he just cut the ties to free your arms and at some point, led you into a washroom where you stood now.

The water had been on a hot setting with high pressure as you cranked it all the way right, and finally your senses floated back into the forefront of your mind as you slowly turned it down to a gentler level. You truly had taken nothing in, was this even the first stop he brought you too? Why even bother with giving you this, if you were just a prisoner?

On one hand, you could feel the sluggish grog slip down the drain and relax the muscle tension of how you woke up, but it also felt like a trick.

These were arms dealers. That was made quite clear to you, the white haired one spitting out in venom that they were much more lucrative then ‘careless coke peddlers’. You weren’t sure if that scared you more, the reach of those cartels involved in guns and weapons far exceeded that of drugs. How your brother got involved in this was beyond you.

Two of you had barley spoken, he had left for Europe around two years ago and kept quiet ever since. Occasionally he had called for money, and you were weak enough to send it to him. Never specifying what he needed it so desperately for, but you handed it over. Now it seems, he had handed you over as a payment he knew you couldn’t cover.

“You still don’t get it do you, princesa?” You could feel the vile musk of his breathe slamming against your ear as he kneeled in front of you. “You are our payment. He does what we tell him, his work pays off that debt, and you get put up as collateral.”

You could still feel the trembling in every limb, as you just told him you didn’t understand.

The man grinned in response and that's when you truly knew how bad this was. “Easy. He pays off his debt doing whatever we order him to do, and you get to go back to your cushy little home in America. He fails to pay off what he owes though? And we keep you as compensation.”

You ran your hands over your face and up over the top of your head as you stuck your entire face in the water stream. As long as you couldn’t see, you could act as if the world right outside of that door wasn’t a hell waiting for you.

He had called this a compound, and you were a prisoner. The only images able to be conjured up was cells and dungeons from too many films to count. Chained up on a harsh dirty floor or locked behind a freezing barrier of cell doors. Running wasn’t an option. Everyone here probably kept guns on their person at all times. Why not? They had them in droves.

As the hot water begun to cool though, you knew there was a large man waiting for you on the other side, if not just his own people ready to drag you down and lock you away. The other had said something about this man being in charge. How egregious was your brothers crimes that the only suitable place to store you was the prison walls of the cartel leader?

Each step you took slowly, taking your time to slowly grasp everything to dry you off, small baby steps towards where you had haphazardly peeled your clothes off. By the time you had redressed, there was nothing else to stall you. Your fate was set and you had to deal with it no matter what.

The handle was turned painfully slow, your jaw clenched and teeth subconsciously biting into the inside of your cheek. There was no breath in your lungs as you inched the door open to see who was waiting for you on the other side.

But there was none. Just a modest hallway lined with rich woodwork and high open windows brightening it with the sunlight. You leaned your head out into the hallway more, peeking as if you were being tricked. But as you slowly made your way into the hall, it was clear there was no one there to drag you away.

The hall wasn’t long but you stepped through it timid and slowly, feeling as if it went on forever and perhaps that what you wished it would do. Go on so long you never had to think about what was at the end. There weren’t that much in the way of doors.

Tall arches that reached the high ceiling that let even more sunlight filter through the building and casting a warm glow on the bright walls. There was a door in sight though once you reached the end of a hallway, a few ones in fact sparsely spaced out giving a sense of good privacy between them.

One of them, was halfway open, and the corner of what appeared to be a bed in the sight. These all must be bedrooms. You’re not sure why you went to look inside. Maybe it was the tease of a luxury you’d never know or feel, catch a glimpse of wealth before you were used as a tool to take it away from your own brother.

The room was brighter then even the others you passed, a large window with the glass planes turned outward and letting a cool breeze fly around the curtains. Moving further inside, you saw a familiar figure with his back to you looking through drawers as he mutters to himself. He seemed to sense someone entering the room as he turned around.

That same furrowed brow lightening up to a strangely softer wide eyed look. He gestured behind him to the drawers as he finally spoke to you. “There is not much here, but I can send someone out to buys some things for you, or we-” He cleared his throat almost hesitantly. “Or my assistant can help you look on the internet so you can pick whatever you want yourself.”

Your hands hung loosely at your side, fingers clenching and unclenching against the fabric of your pants. Your eyes narrowed in confusion but were too nervous to speak up in front of him.

Sensing your lack of understanding, he moved away from that side of the room to stand in the open middle, nothing on his face that screamed anything close to the threat of his other companion. He pointed to your clothes, “You were only brought here with what was on you, clearly not realizing you may want actual clothes of your own to wear. Small details are not Lucas’s strong point.”

It was hard to tell if he was just judging how cheap and uninteresting your choice in outfit was compared to the soft and rich fabric of the brown button up draping over his broad frame. Your feet switching weight from side to side, “Lucas?”

His own face fell, an unhappy sort of frown following. “My cousin. The man who brought you here I could only assume against your will.” Having his name didn’t make you feel any better. “He told me to keep you here but I see no point in making you uncomfortable. More comfortable I mean.”

A nod was all he got in return, it was odd though, for who he was that he just kept rambling after every lack of response as if anxiously filling the void of silence. “This is your room, I-hopefully it’s good enough but feel free to speak up about anything you need, more pillows, less, if the comforter is too heavy or not warm enough. I know the guest rooms tend to not have very soft blankets but they aren’t...used very often.”

The room teased you with luxury your small 4 room apartment above a small restaurant mocked you. This was nicer then your whole life. You crossed your arms meekly across your chest near your stomach, shoulders shrinking into themselves as if trying to become smaller.

The man nodded to himself, in opposite to you he straightened up more. “This is not a prison, and I don’t want to treat you like one. It’s my home, and I want it to feel welcoming to anyone staying here, no matter the circumstances.”

It was clear you didn’t want to discuss why you were here, but you couldn’t wrap your head around being given any sort of comfort or freedom.

“It’s an island which is likely why Lucas chose to bring you here, but it is large. Plenty of space inside and outside to have your privacy. Me and the people who work here don’t want to keep you on a leash, there is a security system but they don’t exist to watch your every step.”

You approached the bed, fingers reaching out to lightly trace the white blanket so untouched it almost looked new. The inside of your cheek stung from how much your teeth bit against it, but you weren’t brave enough to stop doing it, or to find your voice. You had been ready to start crying out of fear, but now they sat just glazing over enough to redden them from an unexpected overwhelmed feeling.

He spoke up one last time. “I’m sorry you probably want some time along right now, I should leave you be. My home is not off limits, you can go anywhere you like you aren’t restricted to your room. You didn’t choose to be here, but I don’t want you scared to just exist. You are free to do anything you like.”

You turned your body away from him as he passed, despite the wide path he took to not invade your personal space. Whatever distressed emotion that flickered across his features at your anxiousness went unnoticed by you your head down at the floor. You gave him just one bit of feedback before he left.

Your name. “I don’t uh, know how much he told you, but that’s my name.”

You peeked up at him, a much more relieved smile passed his face and sat in his brown eyes. “I’m Javi. If you need anything, just ask. Please. I would rather you feel comfortable then scared while you are here.”

For a while you were left alone in the room. The breeze and sun dancing over the still damp skin as you paced around the room. This guest room reminded you much more of what you imagined a vacation home would be like instead of the more sterile empty hotel like bedroom you would assume a leader such as him would bother to provide.

Despite the promise of freedom, you were still trapped on an island under the watch of people more dangerous then you could imagine meeting. For a good portion of the afternoon, you sat in a corner hidden from the view of the door. Back against the wall and arms hugging your knees pressed up tight.

It wasn’t quite a cry. There were no sobs or panic turned into gasping for air in fear. But a steady stream of tears that fell with no effort as you hid your face for a while. Body curled in protection as the soft waves of the nearby shore provided an upsetting contrast to their act as a weapon.

Once the sky said goodbye to the bright blue and simmered into a gold unobstructed by a tall hideous city seen, you found the courage to get up, to explore somewhere other then the 3 rooms known to you.

Luckily, you ran into next to nobody. There wasn’t brawny gunmen pacing and guarding the surroundings or displays of force to intimidate any island onlookers. Just normal people fluttering around doing such normal jobs.

At one point you were near what you assumed was the kitchen, sounds of a sizzling and two female voices chatting and laughing, the Spanish all too advanced for you to catch. Javi seemed to be true to his word, you found your way outside and walked the comfortable cliffs edge by the water. Well tended greenery flourished around the property with an illusion of peace.

Turns out much of your first evening here was spent out there. The splashing water the only sound you could stomach right now. You had stood arms crossed for quite a while until your legs needed a rest. So in the same spot, you just sat with your legs crossed, arms hugging your torso.

Mostly, you only had one thought swarming your brain. Why would your brother do any of this to you?

For the next two days, you kept to yourself and very little of the staff bothered you. They all smiled and greeted you as they passed you as normally as one might greet their coworker. You didn’t know if Javi wasn’t on the property or if he was making himself scarce on purpose, but you didn’t see or hear from him since that first day.

The only two people you even spoke to in fact was his assistant, Gabriela, and the woman who works the kitchen, Camilia.

Gabriela you met first, turns out you had seen her many times as she could usually be found walking a quick pace around the property usually with a stern somewhat intimidating expression either speaking rapid fire at another employee or going just as fast on the phone.

It wasn’t until you both turned a corner and startled the other when you first spoke. She quickly ended her phone call, and the stern look faded away to something much more gentle without coming across as fake or condescending. Introducing yourselves, it felt odd to act as if these people didn’t know exactly why you were here.

“I’d ask you how you were settling in, but I’m sure you’re long past that formality. Have you eaten since you got here yesterday? Camilia says she hasn’t even met you yet.” Her voice wasn’t coddling or judgmental. It almost held a parental tone to it, reminding you of a your aunt back home who would accost you every visit for not eating more and just piling food on your plate regardless.

You shook your head, fidgeting in place as you looked out a window to the sunny sky and back. “No, I uhm, it felt..weird to just barge in like that. She doesn’t know me or anything and...”

Gabriela smiled softly with an amused tint in her eye. “Trust me she wants you too. She’s been here for years and still will cook a mountain of food for Senor Gutierrez to eat anytime he’s busy enough to skip a meal. Come, she’s abrasive but not cruel.”

Clearly she was used to giving orders as she turned and started walking in the direction of the kitchen, expecting you to follow her without question. Which you did. Coming up on the room you had avoided the first night, you both walked in and it surprised you how small and homey it felt.

There were no stark silver white walls and stainless steel plastered everywhere with lifeless energy. Instead the walls were just as warm and brightly tinged in yellows and orange as the rest of the house, dark wooden counters with pots, pans, and plates everywhere without being messy and an open wooden threshold that led into a neatly organized pantry beside a spacious fridge that matched the darker counters.

In the middle of the pantry stood a woman huffing as she counted something on one of the shelves. Her hair was a light orange wrapped up on the top of her head with loose strands starting to fall out of the loose grip. “Camilia,”

Gabriela shouted to her, and the woman whipped over to the door and stood beside her with her hands balled into fists pressed against her waist. She didn’t waste anytime with formal pleasantries.

“If I had known you were going to hide from me like the plague I would have just woken you up first thing and forced the food down your throat.” Your eyes widened, body wanting to step back as a lurch formed in your chest. Not out of fear though, no this was the blunt attitude that was far more of giving a child a lecture. “I understand how Lucas brought you here like a brute, but that’s no excuse to skip meals or avoid bothering to ask me for anything whatsoever.”

You opened your mouth hoping to soften the blow and maybe just give a white lie, but she was quicker on the draw. Her finger pointing out again, too much of a stern mothering lecture to let you even consider being intimidated. “Don’t you even try. I keep tabs on every little thing going in and out of this kitchen I’d have noticed if something went missing. The rest of these people know to just mark down what they’ve taken when I’m not here.”

She nodded her head to a list tacked to a cork board on the wall by a small table and a variety of chairs, with empty drink glasses still sitting fresh. A small tally of items listed, mostly small things to munch on likely. You’d come to learn that Camilia tended to cook for the staff already knowing their schedules and just sitting it out when they would normally come in. And that Javi himself preferred to work around her and make something for himself.

At that moment you weren’t sure if you could even stomach a full meal, but she fed you anyways. Had you sit down at the circular wooden table with Gabriela next to you, her elbows perched casually on the surface an amused smile never leaving. She was far less intimidating like this, and it gave you a bit of reprieve.

Camilia asking you about your tastes, asking if you enjoyed olives only to interrogate you on what kind you’ve eaten. Apparently telling her ones in a jar from the store was the wrong answer. She huffed and turned back to the cutting board with a shaking head.

“The years I’ve worked here, having all those olive groves at my fingertips and here you are sitting in my kitchen telling me what you like came out of a cheap chain store jar.” Gabriela was laughing at that point, your face totally taken back as you froze in your seat.

This was not the kind of abrasive treatment you had expecting from forced captivity.

The next day or two it got easier. Camilia used to seeing you slink in quietly, typically after the sun already went down as she was making dinner for herself. No one was around the kitchen area at that point, and you think she understood that. Never judging you for trying to avoid people, but she also know that when you said people, you meant Javi.

Tonight was the night she broached the subject. The night sky was cloudless with the window wide open letting the colder air simmer the usual stuffy kitchen heat. For the first few minutes she watched as you pushed quietly at your food, only taking small bites before mostly filling up on water.

“Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. We all know why you’re here, but believe me when I tell you none of us are comfortable with Lucas essentially holding you hostage here. The man’s not even brave enough to do his own dirty work so he dumped you onto Javi and made it his problem.”

Your head looked up at her in doubt. Sure the staff have shown you kindness, but you didn’t understand how a man in Javi’s position would have something like this thrown at him by his own people. You shrugged and leaned back onto your chair, willing your heart to calm down from the steady racing it’s done for days.

“I guess I don’t really understand what the point of keeping me here even is. Lucas told me something along the lines of wanting me to be kept an eye on by his own blood but,” You sighed. So many emotions yelling over top one another. “I mean I haven’t even seen him. Why keep me here if I basically don’t exist as far as hes concerned.”

Abruptly you leaned forward to distract from looking at her with a larger bite this time. Your breathe tightening a twinge at the realization that maybe speaking about her cartel boss was a mistake. Camilia seemed to disagree.

“You’ve barley seen him because he’s spent the past two days trying to argue with Lucas about letting you go home. Despite what it may feel like, Javi is not the kidnapping type.” Standing up she gathered your dishes and headed to the sink, her muttering just close enough for you to catch. “Whatever the opposite of that is more like it.”

Unsure as to why, but you compelled yourself to walk through the house a bit more. It was large and spacious and you couldn’t deny that it was somewhat confusing to you still. It was in that wandering that you heard the faded sounds of speaking.

Speaking though, much closer to dialogue then a regular conversation. Stashed in the end of one of the halls you hadn’t been in before was a tall sliding wooden door that sat half open. A red velvety fabric draped a few feet in front of it muffling the sounds from inside and obscuring any subtle peek you could take.

Pulling the fabric across gently, you found yourself tip toeing into a windowless room covered in soft fabrics and a couch sitting just down the slight slope to the main area and an evenly as rich looking chairs diagonal to it facing a large screen. A film playing on it’s screen in a language you didn’t even recognize, no subtitles to hint at either.

Your heart lurched in your chest though at the figure in the middle of the couch. Slouched over somewhat with a pen, scribbling at a few papers as he glanced up on occasion. He didn’t seem to realize he wasn’t alone, so you stepped closer.

His dark hair was luscious with long curls that sat messier and unkempt then that first day. A multicoloured cardigan stretched across his broad shoulders you tried to push past the nerves of how large he was and how not strong you were. Would that ever be needed?

You were about to quietly try to whisper his name, but his deep voice beat you to it. “There is plenty of room, there is no need to stand quietly in the corner.” He turned to look at you, soft brown eyes with no malicious in them nor in the tone he spoke.

You fiddled with your fingertips rooted in place, “I didn’t know this was-I didn’t mean to bother you I mean.”

Face falling into one of trouble again, his voice lowered not to a whisper but a soothing reassurance. “You’re no bother at all, I’d enjoy the company actually.” Nodding, you walked over.

Debating on taking the furthest seat from him on the chair, you opted for the further end of the couch. Hands tucked into your lap as your back sat straighter then it was used too. You glanced at his papers before looking away realizing how bad of an idea that may be. Javi chuckled though.

“You can look if you like. They’re not very interesting though, just scribbles of ideas going nowhere it seems.” Curiosity got the better of you and you tried to crane your head to glance at them without moving closer.

You could just barley make out what you recognized as characters or plot. “Are you..writing a story?”

Javi looked rather sheepish, glancing at his work and back to you a few times. “It isn’t much. I’ve always dreamt of writing screenplays. The drama of larger than life stories, trying to create characters that your audience can feel in their hearts, but my ideas in my head struggle when I actually try to write them down.”

That touched somewhere inside of you. A passion you shared but never before with someone like him. Not being able to help yourself, you were ready to drone on for far too long. Everyone did always tell you that it was boring hearing you go on about something they didn’t care about.

Javi, whether you knew it or not, felt the same way. “I shouldn’t bore you with this.” He scrambled to organize them all into a pile, off to the side. “The last thing you probably want to hear is me going on about my own work when you’re in my house against your will.”

Striking you as odd he looked almost downtrodden. As soon as that day once Lucas left the room, there was not a lot about Javi that said you should be scared of him and it was a juxtaposition you didn’t understand. “Can I ask you something?”

He whipped his head over to look at you, wide eyed and eagerly nodding.

“Camilia said that you didn’t know about any of this until Lucas showed up with me...” You fiddled with you fingertips once again, squeezing your eyes shut as you took a deep breathe before meeting his warm ones. “Why would someone who works for you..just dump all of this on you out of nowhere? I mean it just, kind of feels weird that he’s making me your problem.”

Javi’s eyes narrowed in a darker flash that you didn’t quite catch perfectly. A shift of demeanour that radiated something much more angry and serious like how he first looked to you, but simmered down as he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs. “I assume you know what it is my family does.”

You nodded, unsure if he really cared for an answer, but he patiently watched you before continuing. “I’m the one who winds up handling Lucas’s problems because I’m in the public eye, and he wants to keep himself out of it. Far easier to run this business when no one outside of it knows who your leader really is.”

That sat heavy in your stomach, if he was trying to come up with a lie then this was a weird way to go about it. “So-wait. You don’t...run all of this?”

Javi smiled without much emotion behind it, leaning back to rest against the plush couch again he smoothed his palms over his thighs. “Lucas prefers someone else takes the spotlight, and, well..” He turned his head to look at you as it rested against the back, “It’s much harder to live your own life after you’ve been raised in this one.”

You hated it, the churning in your gut and passing all the way up to your throat. You weren’t supposed to sympathize with this man, let alone sit next to him in a quiet tucked away room. But there was a distance in his eyes that rung a lot like sorrow. And it pulled at the part of you that still fought past this angry resentment you were holding.

“Why keep me here though, if you have nothing to do with it? I mean this was all about my brother and he, clearly, doesn’t work for you. I’m not exactly a flight risk why throw this onto you if you don’t run things?”

You had shifted somewhat to the side, one leg remaining over the couch edge, but the other sat much more tucked underneath you as if debating if you wanted to get comfortable. The couch very much so tried to entice you to it.

That flash of hardness returned. Javi’s eyes now trained focused on the screen as his jaw clenched. Finally when he spoke it felt as if it was being forced out of this throat in a deep grit. “I take the heat, I run his front, and in return, he forces me to bear the weight of his own problems. Why? Just because he knows I’ll do it if he asks.”

It wasn’t the caged rage behind his words, but how much you were thinking of your own brother. Your heart pulled back and forth between a sickening anxiety of how and why you ended up here, but there was a much more tender reach, desperate to find any slight modicum of meaning in what these people wanted from you. “My brother and I barely talk.”

You leaned back against the arm of the chair, your hands no longer wringing together but limp on your lap as you looked forward into nothing. “He left two years ago and ever since it’s one thing. He calls, I send him money, he calls I send him more money. No matter how much I needed it for myself, I found myself sending it over anyways only to have him just call for more months later. I guess now he figured he ran his bank account dry, so I was the next best thing to my wallet.”

You didn’t hold the resentful anger that Javi felt, yours was just pain. The sting of watering eyes threatening to fall frustrating you. Looking up, Javi now faced you more. His head tilted as he looked you over in question. “Maybe it just wasn’t Lucas who put us together.”

That wasn’t something you wanted to think about. How much in common this conversation had. Your chest filled with lead as your muscles screamed at you to lash out just to find any use for this building up conflict inside you. Javi though, refused to let it escalate.

“Would you like to watch something with me?” You looked up in surprise, his face once again a soft hopefulness as he continued. “I rarely have anyone who likes to sit down and watch movies with me, and I thought maybe it would be a nice distraction to focus on for both of us.”

He looked at you like a tall, large version of a needy child who doesn’t quite get the attention he should. Your brain told you no, he’s too dangerous to spend any real time around, but the other reached out to him in need. Like it was crawling through a desert looking for any connection to keep you alive. So you nodded. “What uhm, what would you want to watch?”

Javi shot up suddenly, his tall stature hovered over you as he moved the coffee table forward enough to give you room to move as well. “I have many options. It’s not really sorted alphabetically like I should, but more like by what kind of moods you might be in, take your pick.” He turned to look at you only to find you had barley stood up from the couch.

Your heart beat fast still, but perhaps you were just getting used to it. “Y-you want me to pick the movie?”

Javi looked taken back, as if that was a question so obvious he didn’t know why you asked. “Of course.”

You took a deep breathe, and nodded as you walked over. Hoping that Javi turned away in time to miss the sight of you wiping at your eyes to get rid of whatever tears had wanted to fall. He pointed out many suggestions. Going through what section was for what kind of movie feel, telling you what was maybe too serious or heavy and what was more fun and lighthearted.

Everything about him in that moment as someone entirely separate from where you were. Excited and passionate about you both choosing a movie together like his entire life was dedicated to it. It tricked you into feeling as if this was normal.

Just two people who enjoyed watching and writing fiction, finding something to enjoy the evening with. And you really did. None of the evening broached anywhere near the conversation of what you both were outside these walls. No you both laughed, and pointed out things you caught in the story or goofs in the production, and it was light. It was fun, and it wasn’t until hours later as you climbed into your large bed in this foreign bedroom that you went over it.

It would be a slippery slope to find any friendship in this man, and you told yourself it was a real possibility this was all a ruse to get you comfortable only to be struck like a snake bite if your brother didn’t work what he put you up for. Would it be Lucas that deals the venomous blow? Or would the curtain pull back and reveal Javi as the snake he seemed reluctant to be?

Either way, you didn’t listen to yourself. During the day little of your routine changed. Camilia still lectured you about the strange meal times you insisted on sneaking into the kitchen for, Gabriela had on many occasions explained what it is the public Gutierrez business was and how much work she always had because Javi always took on so much work himself.

You learned things about them, little tidbits that felt safer then getting to know Javi. Camilia had a large family, five boys and a loving but aloof husband who she is sure lets her younger boys do whatever they want when she’s gone. Gabriela would talk a bit about her husband. That he worked just as much as she did, but they both lectured the other about trying to convince their bosses to grant them time off.

“I know how hypocritical I am for it, but I have more resolve then he does I’ll break him one of these days.” The two of them were kind and helped ease you into living your mornings and afternoons without as much fear strangling you.

It was your evenings though that were the most usual. The next few nights, you always ended up in Javi’s theatre room, the pair of you always alone and finding more and more in common as you shared a joy for movies and story writing. Some of those nights you found yourself even forgetting that this wasn’t just a night in with a close friend.

You knew that could be a dangerous thing, but it was the thing you found yourself looking forward too the most. If not the only thing you looked forward to. He was passionate when he spoke in those times, full of life and you were so endeared towards the silly, goofy side of him that was unashamed to show their colours in those quiet, tucked away evenings.

Javi had a strange knack for helping you forget the world you both were in those evenings. He spoke to you as a friend it felt. He kept his own past vague, but he eagerly asked you endless questions. Prodding you to elaborate or having that sharper seriousness cover his face when you’d try to meekly claim your life wasn’t anything near as interesting as whatever he’s experienced.

At that moment, he stood on the other side of the room pouring a glass of what looked like rather expensive wine. Glancing up to you, he lifted the bottle up slightly better to your view as he read the label out. “Quite an uncommon one, if you ask me the honey makes it a bit closer to a mead but wine sells better. Would you like to try some?”

You shook your head, curling your legs into your chest more as you sat once again against the arm of the couch. “No thank you. I don’t really drink wine..or anything for that matter. Water’s fine, please.”

Javi didn’t waste another thought, he simply put the bottle away. Pouring you water, Javi walked back over and handed you the glass as you muttered a small thank you. A smirk forming on his face as he sat down. His body turned halfway to face you with one of his arms stretched across the expanse of the couch top. “You’re lucky I own groves and not vineyards. Otherwise I might have been offended.”

Your own fingertips tapped at the glass as he looked away from you to take a sip. Pausing right before he did so, speaking into the rim of his wine glass causing his voice to echo in a slight husk. “Though you buttering me up with your politeness doesn’t hurt as well.”

You breathed out a kind of small laugh and brought the glass up to your mouth, both hands holding it almost in comfort watching Javi chuckle to himself. The glass made a clank as he put it down on the table and turned to you once again. You both had a movie already picked out, but it sat unplayed with the screen not yet even turned on.

Instead the crackling from the fireplace acted as the soundtrack for your in between silences. Javi’s own eyes bore into yours, the corners of them scrunched in a somewhat endearing way as he seemed to look for something in your expression alone.

The orange glow dancing across his skin had your heart lurch in odd ways as it struck you that it truly painted him in a handsome light. He was making this feel more like a vacation then being held captive and you knew it could get taken away at any moment, but you let yourself fall further down the rabbit hole.

A question slipped out before you could stop it. Maybe it was out of nerves the way he looked at you trying to understand something you didn’t know, or maybe it was the need to learn something about him that kept his real intentions shrouded in mystery still. Either way he looked surprised to hear it. “Javi, why let Lucas run things if he claims you’re in charge?”

His eyes narrowed, looking deeper for that answer he seeked and you sat up straight suddenly. The sudden movement swishing some of the water over your lap a bit as you sputtered and backtracked. “I don’t mean it like- I wasn’t trying to imply anything I just- I was only..curious.”

Javi had softly called your name a few times before you finally stopped talking. He looked calm compared to your now tense, rigid posture. Afraid that pushing any limit too far would rumble this house of cards. “I’m going to tell you something, and I need you to listen carefully do you understand?”

When you nodded, Javi prompted more. “I need to hear you.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Nodding satisfied, he slid across the couch, his torso twisted so he could place his palm gently near one of yours but far enough not to invade the space. His head leaned down to etch close to your timid gaze. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive me, or demand you forget about all this and relax. But, I am asking you to settle your heart a bit. You’ve spent the past week terrified that one wrong thing will somehow push me over an edge I’m not even standing by.”

Your shoulders slumped down a tad, teeth somewhat biting at your lip as you looked at his face, much harder like your first encounter but his eyes once again holding a distant sorrow that others on the property didn’t have.

“You have every right to be terrified for what’s being forced on you, but I wish you at least will start to understand that as long as you are under my roof, there is no harm that will come to you.” One of his hands reached out, grazing your cheek to better have you looking at him. “Lucas’s men may consider you a prisoner, but I only wish to treat you like a guest, a friend. You don’t deserve to live in fear just spending time in here with me when there is more then enough of that across the water.”

A hand of yours shakily raised up, lightly grasping at his wrist. Your hand so small in comparison to his that your fingers barley grazed the ends of his knuckles. You tried to squeeze as if a hand hold and he seemed to get the idea. A caressing hold on the side of your face before letting go. “To answer your question though, Lucas is in charge instead of me, because I didn’t want to be. That wasn’t a life I ever wanted, but now?”

You whispered, partially to yourself but enough to make sure he understood you right back. “But escaping what your family puts on you isn’t that easy isn’t it?” Your eyes met and you for once felt a calmer relief at how unbothered this all seemed to make him. “I think we both know exactly how that feels. Kind of like-”

“Being a prisoner?”

His face as serious, but you chuckled instead. “Yeah, something like that.” You smiled to yourself once again sipping at your drink, now trying not to look at him. You missed his watchful eyes shine in a particular way at you before shaking it off as you spoke up.

“Alright, I think we had movie plans right?” You shifted up in place, legs now crossed almost underneath you as Javi agreed. For almost two hours, this quiet bubble you two created for yourselves kept itself around you both.

You didn’t try and press yourself as far into the other end of the couch as possible, and Javi finally felt like it was alright to sit closer to you without making you uncomfortable. One hand of his rested on his thigh only moving to grab his wine glass while the other remained laid stretched out across the way, his large hands resting on the cushions just above your head.

At some point you sat with your legs resting on the wooden table as you slinked back into the couch more. Had Javi put his arm down, you would have been in such a perfect reach to pull you into his side, but he never did.

You weren’t sure at what point in the movie you begun slipping away, but the mixture of the quiet, peaceful film on screen, the warm glow of the fireplace and the heat even just coming off of the man next to you had your eyes drooping in sleepiness.

The movie was still playing as you dozed off, but you weren’t aware of how naturally you had leaned your head onto Javi's shoulder, and it wouldn’t dawn on either of you until later, how perfectly you seemed to fit there. Instead, at some point in your dreamland, part of you could sense a pressure resting against the top of your head.

If you could pay attention, you’d have also felt the tickle of loose curls brushing across the side of your cheek, and the gentle cradle of Javi’s stretched out arm, now having pulled you more into his side. Neither of you had been awake for either of your actions, but perhaps your unconscious selves understood both of you better then your waking brains did.

By the time you woke up, your body was stretched out across the couch, a pillow tucked neatly under your head and a warm blanket draped carefully over your body. The side closest to the couch back tucked somewhat down between you to make sure it didn’t pull away. Both these things weren’t in the theatre room beforehand, and you also could tell by their immense soft material that they weren’t from your room either.

As far as you knew, no one but Javi spent any significant amount of time in here and you fell asleep next too him. Swinging your legs down to the floor, your hands gripped the blanket in curiosity. Ideas passed through your head that your still wakening brain tried to shut down whatever fantasies it so desperately craved. Logic wanted to reign over your heart and refused to give up the idea that Javi was intentionally trying to manipulate you to make you comfortable, so you’d put up less of a fuss being forced to stay here indefinitely.

Still a bit puzzled from sleep brain, you gently folded the blanket up and sat the pillow on top of it. In true movie theatre fashion, the morning sun was waiting to burn your retinas. When you stepped out into the sunlight from the darkness of the movie room, you had only two things on your mind; Javi Gutierrez, and where the hell this blanket goes.

The hallway was empty, so you walked through to the direction of the bedrooms in a calm silence. The only thing hitting your ears was the distant voices muffled through the walls, and the calming sounds of natures morning.

Part of you considered if this should go in Javi’s room, but you didn’t dare go inside uninvited. He told you that nowhere was off limits, but certain places just felt wrong. You eventually stepped quietly to a small side table against a wall in between two rooms and stacked them on top.

You hadn’t taken up much of Javi’s offer to buy you proper amenities, so your wardrobe was limited to mostly the same few pieces that you either wore on you coming here, or what of her sons spares that Camilia had brought you along with an aggressive toss of a wrapped bag that contained brand new ‘unmentionables’ as she put it. Her sons clothes didn’t quite fit, so you felt ashamed that you’re pants had just been the exact same for a week.

Everyone else here dressed in a degree of luxury. A level of wealth that made you look cheap and made you feel even cheaper. Gabriela had been kind to you as well, but currently you didn’t really want to pass her. Dressed beautifully, always looked immaculate. The face and body of a model compared to the slightly oversized hand me downs on your far less attractive body.

Stepping into the kitchen, the time of day you knew she’d be long gone and Camilia would be far too busy yelling at her own assistant, or dish boy as she would say when annoyed, to notice you. There was a bowl of fruit on the small table, and that's all you ended up picking at. Peeling a small orange looking into nothing.

So when Javi’s voice came floundering into the kitchen, you jumped in your seat from the sudden startle. The pair of them spoke rapidly in Spanish and you tried to pick up on certain words but their speed and how muddled your brain was, it was as if you never took a Spanish class a day in your life.

You felt embarrassed to look at him. The feeling of inferiority and the embarrassment of being so uncomposed around him that you fell asleep on him causing your heart to beat what felt like an irregular pattern. It wasn’t until he sat across from you, eyes wide and bright that you realized he had been calling your name.

It wasn’t even close. His perfectly tousled hair, bright face, and a soft yellow shirt no doubt a price you couldn’t even name. You wanted to disappear from how he looked in front of you. “Sorry, what?”

Nice articulation you thought to yourself. Javi clamped his hands together on the table leaning in somewhat in a nervous look with a harsh body posture. “I don’t want this to alarm you in anyway, but my cousin is stopping by very shortly.”

Your nails dug so deep into the orange that it smushed an otherwise perfect piece. Now your heart raced along with a churning of fear in your stomach. “He...is it,”

Javi shook his head as his hands spread out as if to placate you. “No, no. It is totally unrelated, but he might expect to see you stick close around.” His head tilted to the side along with a shift of his eyes. “I’m not quite sure he would agree with how much you are free to do as you wish. He prefers keeping those he...”

“Abducts? Tight on a leash?” Your voice was tight, and your jaw was clenched but your eyes felt a fear that he may demand something much harsher then Javi had given. “What uhm, what should I do when he gets here?”

Narrowing his eyes, a ferocity claimed them that froze your body in place. “You stick to my side. He wants you under my watch, but I refuse to lock you under a camera to prove anything to him. There is one more thing.”

Now that look in his eye was also shaded with anger. A painting of so much contrast to the softness he showed you in the evenings. “You’re brother will very likely be brought along.” Your wide eyes restricted your breathe together. “No doubt Lucas has ordered him not to speak at all, but he also is not above bringing him just to taunt you. I just want you to be prepared for that. My cousin loves to play mind games.”

Your nails continued to dig into the orange and Javi moved to take it from you. His arms stretched so close to you, he effortlessly peeled the rest of it off, opening it up easy for you to grab the slices. He didn’t even say a word about it. He just pulled back, leaning against the back of his chair and watched you in deep thought.

Your voice whispered somewhat, “Is he the only one?”

It didn’t quite intend to hurt but your swirling insecurity spat the words out. He didn’t react with anything other then a confused head tilt. Gabriela as her usual, came flying in the room and they both quickly went to leave. Before exiting view, Javi turned back to you with a hand braced on the threshold frame. “You know where the patio tables are, yes?”

Nodding, you didn’t quite look at either of them. Missing Javi’s harsh worry and Gabriela’s tense frustration. Nothing about Lucas’s presence made them happy and they both at this point at spoken at length how they felt about this situation with you. Your eyes glanced up just to hear what he had to say.

“Meet me there in thirty minutes. He said an hour but my cousin loves to arrive early to catch me off guard.” Gabriela shook her head with an eye roll behind him.

You nodded, but said nothing more. Seeing that man’s face would be one thing, but you knew he was dragging your brother along to rub it in both of your faces, the choke hold he had on both of you. As stupid as it was, you tried to clean up anything about your appearance. Wanting to not look so lost and out of place but there was only so much you could do. So long you could look at yourself in the mirror without wanting to cry or smash it.

To your surprise, Javi wasn’t sitting yet when you arrived. He leaned against a banister and handed you a pair of sunglasses without question. You held them out confused as he shrugged. “I’ve never seen anyone squint so painfully in the sunlight more than you.”

It wasn’t lost on you that they were one of his pairs. Almost matching the ones he had on his face right now. You noted to yourself to try and find a way to get a cheap pair, he’d get annoyed always having to lend out ones from his personal collection to add to your increasing lack of belongings.

Javi waved his hand for you to follow, nudging you ahead of him towards the patio with a hand on your lower back. Thankfully, the sunglasses were dark enough that no one could see the slow blink accompanied by a wide eyed warm feeling pooling inside you. “Just so I know, should I not say anything while he’s here?”

Javi shrugged, a much calmer demeanour then you. “He may ask you questions directly, though I am not sure if it will be to get a rise out of you or me.”

He pulled a chair out for you before finding his own. “I guess it makes sense. If I’m not thrown away in the dungeon, he probably wants me as scared and submissive as possible.” You played with your nails trying not to look at Javi which also gave you a view of the area entrance. You missed the dark look behind the sunglasses as he did with your earlier one.

Javi softly said your name. “I am not asking either of those things from you, I want you to understand that. There’s...there’s very little I can do to change his mind. All I can do right now is help protect you from him making this worse.”

The man’s slimy demeanour was painfully clear in the bright sun, a cocky uncaring walk alongside a facade of goofiness. The comparison to this show and to Javi’s time alone with you was comical. His voice climbed into your ears like a bug. “Always took such good care of your pets, cousin.”

Biting the inside of your cheek you reminded yourself to not say a word. Javi sat a little more rigid then moments before. This was the first time you had seen them together since that first day, and the previous appearance of harsh uncaring now read more like an uncomfortable civility.

Javi opted to reply in Spanish, stirring a bit of a back and forth between the two men. Lucas appeared to take joy in riling his cousin up, and Javi continued to fail at any kind of relaxing in front of him. You could tune the out for a while, they assumed you weren’t keeping up with what they were saying and you couldn’t find the energy to try.

That was until Lucas jumped forward to stretch his torso across the table. “Did you hear me, princesa? I asked to see how you’re looking under those things.”

Slowly you peeled them off, squinting still in the harsh sunlight as he looked over you. Lucas’s wandering gaze felt far more invasive then Javi’s introspective one. Nodding with a very fake smirk, he flopped back into his seat, limbs balancing themselves in an over dramatic way. “I’m impressed, Javi. You can’t even tell she’s been crying. One might think she’s been given no reason to cry at all.”

His head tilting to rest on his palm as Javi swallowed. Saying his cousins name almost in warning, again Javi opted to respond in Spanish. You couldn’t be sure if it was because he didn’t really want you apart of this conversation, or if he maybe was annoyed enough that getting all of that out in his native tongue was easier then translating it in his head.

Lucas laughed at a few things Javi clearly didn’t say in jest. He ignored you for a while, the pair of them going back and forth with Lucas trying to talk over his cousin multiple times. You couldn’t be sure how long you had been out there, but it was long enough that the sun had now trailed itself closer to the peak in the sky.

Without knowing where this conversation went, Lucas suddenly slapped Javi’s arm with playful force before leaning his arm back onto the chairs top, one ankle resting on top of the opposite knee. His head leaning back he called him out. Your brother.

He watched you tense up without daring to move, not bothering to look back as he ordered something harsh to the man. You knew your brother was looking at you, but you couldn’t stomach it. Part of you previously wondered if what you felt was sorrow for the situation he also was in, but now that pit in your stomach just made you want to cry.

He tricked you here, and now just stood there watching you chained to this place as an offering for his own shortcomings. He didn’t care about you, but crying here was exactly what Lucas wanted. His voice creeped over to you, as he now stood in between you and Javi’s chairs. One hand braced on the tops of both.

“Take a good look, princesa. ‘Cus I may not feel as generous if you end up coming over to me. Certainly not as generous as big boy over here.” He slapped Javi’s back twice, causing Javi to genuinely flinch. Jaw clenched but he didn’t respond as Lucas moved more to lean over him and speak closer to the side of his head.

“Our new friend here,” Nodding over to your brother, “Isn’t settling in as well as his female counterpart is. Maybe you should break her in for me. Just in case.” He whispered into Javi’s ear before slinking back to where he previously sat, but just flipped his sunglasses up into his hands as he looked around him.

It was low and not in English. You didn’t catch it, but Javi did. When you tried to lean forward, hoping to quietly see if Javi was okay, his hand shot out and grasped your knee. A tight grip that stopped you in your tracks as he gave a slow shake just once.

He looked as tense as you felt.

“I’ll be back in a few weeks, cousin. Keep everything in top top shape for me, would you?” Lucas winked at you before sipping his sunglasses on and turning to your brother. Spitting harsh words at him as they finally left.

Javi’s hand didn’t leave your knee, but he did use his free one to toss his sunglasses onto the table and run a hand over his face. “Javi?”

Your voice was so small and meek, it stirred something within him clearly. Javi suddenly turned more to face you, his hand now grasping yours and his hold on your knee now sliding up to your lower thigh, a much more soothing spot in his large hands. “I don’t even know where to begin, an I’m sorry doesn’t seem good enough, but I am so sorry.”

You felt confused by how earnest he was when he was the one who felt the brunt of whatever Lucas spoke about. “Javi, I’m fine it’s like you said he’s just trying to rile me up.”

He squeezed your hand, his eyes closing for a moment as he breathed heavily through his nose. In a shocking move, Javi let go of your hand to rest gently against your cheek. “I didn’t want this for you. I wanted to find a safe way to return you home, but that is not an option anymore.”

Your hands hovered in mid air, your anxiety rising like bile in your throat. “I- what does he want?”

His eyes flared in a raging no. “All he cares about is finding ways to control people for his own entertainment. He’s done a great job at this with me, but he will be far more unkind to you. I’m family but you are like money. Nothing more then property to him.”

The blood in your veins felt as if it had frozen solid, a paralyzing fear of what that meant. “Do I at least...am I not staying here anymore?”

Javi’s grip on your cheek tightened as well as his hand slipped further up your leg as he leaned in to make you hear him loud and clear. “You aren’t going anywhere. I don’t want to scare you, but I’d rather not leave any chances for you to find yourself alone with him and find you suddenly nowhere I can look.”

Your hands had dropped to your lap but nails were digging into the skin of whatever fingers they reached. “So, what? I’m just put under a closer view of the cameras, be watched at all times.”

Javi’s head dropped. His gaze clearly realizing how naturally he had grabbed onto you he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away from your upper thigh while his other let go of your cheek gently. He was still quite close to you though.

“I want to keep your life here as normal as possible. I don’t think I’m wrong in guessing that you’ve started to find some comfort here, at least with me- us. I want to keep giving you that, but I think it will also be safer to have you close by me more often.”

It felt out of place to have that warmth swim over you, Javi truly much more fierce when put on the offence, then perhaps he normally lets himself be. “Alright. Is everything still okay? Between us I mean?” Your eyebrows raised in a hopeful look that you knew extended from the gaze he couldn’t see.

Javi finally gave a real smile. Huffing a relieved sigh, “Of course. I would be quite sad without the one person who actually shares so much of my own interests.” Standing up, Javi offered you a hand to help your as well.

His hand was just so large, and so warm. The twinges of roughness from the life he leads hidden in between the gentle smooth skin felt nice in your own hands. Javi beckoned you to come with him away from the patio, only letting go of your hand after he lead you up the small staircase until your grips simply lost by distance.

Neither of you mentioned how good it felt to know how matching your hands fit together. You were trying to find a settled ease from this looming dread clouding your future, while Javi was distracted with finding a way to give you a life where you were happy here.

For a while though, that did actually work. As long as Lucas was out of the country, there was peace in Javi’s Mallorca home. You both spent increasing amounts of time together, and with no direct eyes on you Javi was able to sneak you into town for what he hoped was a fun day trip. He knew Lucas had his own guys watching, but without himself present, none of them would dare try anything.

Unbeknownst to you, beneath the tender heart in Javi, there was a merciless protector. His shining smile and easy laughter made you forget that he was a man raised in arms trading, and he was one with an aim and shot far better then any of the unruly men Lucas preferred to keep around. So for once, he wasn’t worried.

That particular day he finally convinced you to let him just buy you what you needed. He was sick of hearing you bashfully decline and just shoved you to his below ground garage with a hand on your lower back. “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore, I want you to have your own belongings here. Not rely on whatever scraps you ask from my employees trying not to be an inconvenience.”

The drive to town was beautiful. The short tunnel to the mainland opened up to a cliff side covered in plant life with winding roads that showed off the unobstructed view of the sun beaming against the water. You had barley said a word the entire drive there, your eyes refusing to focus anywhere else on a look of nature you never encountered in your entire city life.

Javi had continuously smiled over at you, his heart fluttering at the true awe on your face, nothing to hold it back and bury it deep. His hand barley left you on the streets as he guided you through to stores he thought you may like. Many times you had denied his offer of more expensive places with a luxurious selection. You simply didn’t feel yourself in it.

Every time you peeked out of each dressing room, you’d ask “Is this too many” Nodding to the small stack in your yes pile. Each one had maybe 4 things, and each ask Javi would frown at you.

“We’re here to buy what you like, not what I tell you to, hermosa.” It was a new term he called you. He started one night as he shared a small edible with you and it slipped out. He had thought of you that way for weeks but he only felt brave enough to let it stick after it already slipped out.

On the second to last store, you nodded and went to put your regular clothes on when he shouted slightly over the door. “We are not finished until the backseats are full, remember that when you keep putting things back.”

It made you flush behind the door. Things between you both felt like you were two normal people who had known each other for a long time. His goofiness helped tame the ever present anxiety of your future, and your polite bashfulness stirred a much deeper emotion tucked away in his heart.

For now though, maybe you wouldn’t tell him half of the reasons you put the clothes options back, were because as soon as you looked at them on you in the dressing room mirror, the harsh lighting pressing right down on you? Every flaw screamed in your face that you were trying too hard. Luckily Javi hasn’t yet questioned why you’ve requested a size up from what he knows you fit perfectly more then once.

He was a rich, caring, and incredibly handsome man. He didn’t need you by his side painting yourself up as if this was anything but two trapped people playing house. Each touch and brush of your hands, every time he leaned down to say something quietly in your ear mocked you. You just wanted to play house a little longer before this little play time was thrown away forever.

He made it so easy though. You both currently sat at a little table in a small plaza clearing, opting to eat something before making the trip home. Careful eyes watched as you self consciously took small bites with little substance and typically when you thought he wasn’t looking. If you were looking at each other, you’d cover your mouth to spare him of your completely neat and inoffensive eating.

You weren’t like this before and you both knew it. He was asking why, but you were trying to come up with a lie for it. It was as if you didn’t like him watching you eat, and you were well aware of why. Each bite sinking down into your stomach and reminding you that you’re not sure if you have never seen such powerful wealthy people, with any woman on their arms that wasn’t essentially a gorgeous, tiny waist having supermodel.

Wanting to get you talking, Javi leaned back comfortably against his chair with a soft smile. “Tell me, what’s one food you truly miss back in America?”

Instantly you smiled to yourself. It was such an easy answer there was no hesitancy in your voice. “It’s actually kind of stupid. Everyone always has such varied answers, but here I was always defaulting to soup, or just a nice bread. Like my stomach is stuck in peasantry heritage mode.”

Javi grinned, a mock curious look on his face. “Is it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make soup in your time here.” He knows why, the same reason he tries to make his meals when Camilia is the busiest.

You laughed a bit, “I mean they taste great but look like garbage. I’d never hear the end of it making it next to Camilia. Not to mention the reaming I’d get for how spicy I make it.” You both chuckled, having seen her smack Javi for doing the same thing to his own food.

His tone amusingly mimicking her patronizing way of lecturing, “What good is giving me all this for when you’re just going to blast your taste buds off without me?” Once again, he watched you cover your mouth as you laughed as well. Flipping his sunglasses down from his hair, he sat up. “Would you like to sit and finish, or do you want to make our way home before the sun sets too low to catch it?”

He called it home, and you didn’t even consider that he meant his and not yours. But you felt as if it had become home. When left to your own devices things at his home were so peaceful and calm. It encouraged you to relax more then the city. Shoulders loose from their tension and only rarely creeping back in the middle of the night in your too big bed.

You nodded at him though, gathering your bags before Javi non nonchalantly grabbed nearly all of them. You yelled out mostly in play, “I can carry those, you know?”

Javi twisted his face as you caught up beside him. “You eat, I’m more then capable of handling a few bags. Besides, only one of us has any upper body strength.”

Your face fell flat at the insinuation, but honestly you were more amused then annoyed. “Thank you for pointing out how week and feeble I am. I am so humbled by your complimentary flattery Senor Gutierrez.” Javi rolled his eyes as he bumped you with a heavy clump of bags in his hand as you raised your hand in mercy as you got into the passenger seat.

Just as you got out of town earshot, Javi’s spoke up over the gentle breeze. “Do you miss it? Your food from home?” He made a noticeable clarification when you turned your head very quickly to look at him. “I can’t imagine anything quite can compare to where you came from.”

Does it though, you wondered. If you were here of your own accord, if you didn’t know Javi because you were thrown onto his life drugged and tied up, would any of this be possible? Or would you still be back in your tiny apartment too afraid of taking chances to even move to a better building? Maybe you didn’t want to think about it.

“Sometimes it feels like I do.” Javi glanced at you curiously before looking back to the road, waiting for your words to catch up. “There was never anything special for me back home other then that's where I lived and called it. But I also can’t give up why I’m here. That this is all just set dressing and when the curtains finally close I’ll just be trapped in the dark.”

You both knew it wasn’t anything close to food you were talking about anymore, and Javi’s knuckles tightened much more against the steering wheel as his heart did the same to his chest. “Home is where you feel you belong. And Lucas, even your brother would rather you not go back to that. I can’t blame you for wanting to leave here.”

His own voice felt deep, a husk to it as it forced through a scratched pain that he tried to hide. The deepness flowed into your airway until it sat into your stomach, and you felt that sickening feeling once again. The longer you were here, the less you’ve thought about back home. But you didn’t know if that’s what Javi wanted to hear. So you switched gears.

“So are you sure you want to watch all three of those tonight? I know you have an early start in the morning, I don’t want to keep you from that.” You saw him smile, maybe more of a smirk as he took his sunglasses off of him for good in the golden sunset. He was so handsome it was cruel.

His chuckle was just as cruel, and for more then one reason. “You say that as if I’m not also keeping you up. You promised you would come with me tomorrow and I’m holding you to it.”

You sunk in your seat somewhat, arms crossing your stomach to put pressure against that heavy feeling inside. “Oh yes, I can not wait to look at trees all day.”

Javi pinched your thigh, making you yelp that dissolved into a giggle of his name. “I can always send you over to one of my partners. Have you crush grapes in a vineyard all day making your favourite drink.” He taunted as if he didn’t specifically gift you your own little drink fridge in his theatre room, full of your preferred soda as it was pushed comically up against a shelf of ecliptic wines.

You threw your hands up in surrender. Shaking your head with a barley concealed smirk at his chuckle of victory. Indeed, Javi made it dangerously easy to forget you were stolen from your home to find each other.

It was one particular day that things seemed to rear their ugly heads for the both of you. Neither of you had even realized Lucas was on the property until he walked into Javi’s office with Gabriela giving Javi a very pointed look behind him.

The door was shut behind her as she left, wondering if he had come alone or if one or more of his cronies followed.

The only one that mattered though, was the one who snuck up on you as you sat by a natural overhang. Legs dangling in the open air as you mindlessly drew the view in front of you. Suddenly though, your sketchpad was send careening down onto the rocky shoreline as a hand covered your mouth and yanked you backwards onto your feet.

Instantly you dug your nails into their hand with a muffled yell, only to discover the person grabbing you wasn’t all that much of a fighter. “Ow, fuck knock it off.” That uniquely obnoxious tone only belonged to one person. Right as he let you go, you spun around with a burning fire ready to explode in your eyes.

Him being not that much taller then you, he raised his hands in defence backing up. “Hey, hey, whoa calm the fuck down it’s just me. I wanted to talk, Jesus.” He looked down at your barley red nail imprints with a wince. Not bothering to care about your rage towards him.

Your own hands clenched at your sides, you wanted to be aggressive, you wanted to fight or even hit him, but you weren’t like that. You weren’t raised that way, and you know damn well he only learned to be that way after getting into whatever illegal gig he had going on back then.

“What do you want? After everything, what could you possibly have to say that I care about?”

At least your brother had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “I was in a bind, okay? Got a gig with this Spanish dude, moving a couple things over the borders and you know things just escalated.”

Your head fell into your hands, eyes squeezed shut as your overwhelming anxiety threatened to make you cry. “How does that translate to you selling me off to a fucking-” You looked around to see no one, but lowered your voice anyways. “An arms cartel? How does that just happen?”

It was hard to ignore how bad he looked. The bags under his eyes were dark, and his posture screamed overworked to the bone, but it was hard to feel sympathy for any of it. He shuffled back and forth debating if to sugar coat it or just be stupidly honest. “Okay I mean, look, fucking...I took out a loan to make smuggling this shit easier and I kept owing this fucking shark more money and you kept giving it to me,”

It was hard to keep the tears at bay. Just glossing over how much of a burden he put on you in the first place. You shouted his name, “Get to the present, please.”

Fidgeting non stop, he had the gall to roll his eyes before continuing, barley even looking back to you. “Look, he bailed me out of the fucking debt I was in,” he clearly meaning Lucas you assumed. “I didn’t have enough to pay him back which he fucking knew, and he was like you owe me big time and you eventually came up and I don’t know man it just got out of hand and now like, now we’re here. Shit.”

Your inhale was shaky, the stuttering of trying to force a choked up cry from showing it’s weary head to him. “What am I supposed to do then? What did you expect me to do here? I have no idea what Lucas would even do to me, and I’m really don’t want to find out.”

You knew you weren’t at crying yet, but the sting behind them told you they must look red from the strain. He didn’t even seem to care. He just looked around worried for his own sake. “Look, I’ll figure some shit out. Get you a fake passport or something, just trust me okay?”

It was so strange to you, the realization that after everything that’s happened and whose done what to only find out that the person you trusted most was the very man you were told was keeping you here. Javi was the only one who showed you any kind of care for your well being, or just you as a person. You didn’t know if that made you feel devastated, or somewhat relieved that there was a strong likelihood that just maybe, Javi’s been nothing but entirely truthful to you.

Honestly? You didn’t care if your brother helped you. “Why are you even here?” He looked at you confused and you just felt more upset. “Seriously why are you here? Bothering to find me? To try and absolve yourself of guilt? To get my blessing for trying to sell me to a man who would have done god knows what with me?”

You had more to say, you had eons of yelling to give, but it also just wasn’t you. You didn’t feel it in your heart to lash out so much, and there was no energy left in you. So you started to walk away.

He grabbed your arm, but you pulled it away. Ignoring the second attempt as a grab and him yelling your name. You brushed past him, the only force you could summon being shoving his shoulder slightly with yours, but he always being the obnoxious loud mouth he is needed the last word.

“You know I came all the way here to see you and this is the thanks I get? I could get in shit if he realizes I’m not by the docks you know? You’re so fucking ungrateful, as usual.” The more you responded the louder he got and the quicker your insides wanted to cry.

You turned around, ready to yell at him, but nothing really came out. You just stared at him with a deeply brewing thought that maybe you didn’t want to go home. Maybe you didn’t want to just go back to the life he carelessly tore you away from. What did he really care if you got out of this okay? What did anyone here care.

The tears finally started to fall, and you just tried to wipe your cheeks, but it was useless. You just stared at your brother for a while before walking away entirely. He didn’t care what would happen to you, so why should you care about what happens to him. Maybe no one really cared, and the universe was trying to tell you that.

That anyone who seems like they care about you, might actually not. You weren’t sure anymore that anyone even should care.

Without really thinking about it, you made the path up to the guest room you were in hoping that you could just get away with crawling under the covers for the day and will everything to just stop. Javi on the other hand, had the opposite feeling.

He couldn’t be sure what exactly his cousin was planning, but Javi got the feeling it was nothing he wished to be apart of. There was a malicious glint in his eye as he vaguely hinted at some bigger plan he had just started the works for. But what he wanted from Javi, was to make sure he tends to a public image a bit more in the coming weeks.

“Have Gabriela start calling out favours for a nice big party for you, lots of people, lots of eyes on you and all you need to do is be your wonderful self, Javi.” Both of them it wasn’t out of his cheer familial affection, but the less Lucas involved him the better.

Javi asked about you though, right before Lucas walked out the front door. “You can’t just dangle threats over her head indefinitely, she’s done nothing to deserve this and you know that.” He rarely ever confronted his cousin about anything with conflict, but it ate away at him.

How dismissive he was about your well being. Lucas though, shrugged like you were an afterthought. “Her boy’s turning out to be quite a good little solider, pressure does wonders for motivation. Do whatever with her, cousin. I’ve got bigger prospects on my plate now, she’s your servant to keep or whatever you have her doing.”

As if the world craved irony, you walked up the steps just as he stepped out into the sun. You froze in place, whatever bravery leaving you in a chilling crawl up your spine as he smiled at you. Your shoulders rose up when he paced around you like prey until you looked at him.

“I’ll see you around, princesa. Hopefully my dear cousin will treat you kinder then I would, such a short temper he can have. Runs in the family.” He flicked at your hair, causing you to tilt away eyes shut in disgust as he laughs to himself. Fading away into distant yells of orders.

Javi stood tall and huge in the doorway, one hand still keeping it open, the other resting on his hip as he looks down, tracing from the floor to yourself and back again. Lost in thought, just as you were lost in general. Eventually, he noticed your reserved silence, and beckoned you over with a wave of his hand.

Grabbing yours gently as he led you up the few steps his hold lasted a beat longer then what would be normal before pushing you forward on your lower back as he stuck so close to your side, his hand teetered on resting on your hip. “I think there are some things we should talk about.”

There was no way Javi didn’t notice how much you tensed up, how frozen you became as the gut wrench of just what would become of you stirred. You wanted to just go back to the other day, how much you loved just being out and about with Javi. Like you two belonged like that. You wanted that stupid little world you had together to not turn out to be harmfully fake.

You had never been in his office before, but it looked painfully normal. As if you had been expecting something grand or secretive, but like so much else about Javi, it looked as if there was nothing dangerously extraordinary about him. On the opposite end of the door was a balcony, glass doors wedged to sit wide open with bright curtains pulled to the side as they blew lightly in the oncoming breeze.

Everything felt so upside down. You were supposed to want to go home, escape this strange sort of kidnapping and yet you looked out to that balcony. Seeing the blue sky with such crisp fresh air waving over the island landscape, and you dreaded having to leave it behind.

Javi though, didn’t look much better. He leaned against his desk, perched just on the edge with his fingers tapping at the wood on each side of him. Nothing about right now made any sense to either of you. You had so much to say, and turns out as soon as you spoke up Javi also felt the same need.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“There’s been some change in plans.”

Javi’s eyes looked at you, wide but bordering on heart broken at how defeated you sounded, but all you could do was seize up. Something that had become too common of a response. The only change in plans you knew of was the worst case scenario, and you knew you weren’t anywhere near ready to be forced to give this us.

“I’m sorry. You...you go.” Even you could hear the exhaustion in your voice at this point.

Javi nodded, mostly to himself as he considered his words. “Lucas came to discuss a change in some of his plans. Turns out your brother has proven quite useful to him,” You winced at the mention of him. Of course he would be useful to these people, because selling you out clearly wasn’t weighing heavily on his conscience. “I’m not sure exactly what they have started planning, but Lucas assured me it is bigger then what he’s done before. So he’s deferred some decisions onto me.”

Your eyes trailed on the ground. “Meaning what happens to me.” Not able to look at him, you missed the awkward distress he wore on his expression. A stuttering of not being able to decide exactly what he should say and how to cheer up such a defeated mood on you. You expected the worst and he felt ill at thinking it was directed towards him.

His chest rose and deflated in a large sigh, crossing and uncrossing his arms wishing you’d just look at him. “I tried my best to make you feel welcome, to treat you like you deserve and hope it helped distract you from how you were brought here. I never liked the idea of holding anyone hostage, let alone having to keep you trapped in my own home against your will.”

Javi pushed up from the desk, pacing over to the balcony and braced his arms against the railing. You followed him enough that you kept a hand lightly on the edge of a glass door, his wide shoulders taut with stress much deeper then just you. You debated saying it, but spit it out anyways. “My brother came to see me.”

Javi’s head lifted up, but didn’t turn to look at you. “Today?”

You nodded even though he wasn’t facing you. “All he wanted was to get me to forgive him, but it was clear it didn’t really matter. He just didn’t want to feel guilty if something happens to me, but not enough to do anything about it.”

Nails tapped rhythmically along the glass, and your subconscious finally caught up to your mouth. “I guess me being here never really mattered in the long run. If Lucas just decided I’m your problem now.”

Javi’s response was harsh in his tone. Deep and almost rough with a boiling up anger. “You are not just a problem.” Your heart lurched painfully but he kept going. “Ever since you arrived, I’ve been torn apart. Because very quickly I knew why he put you with me. Every chance my cousin has to drag me back into this life he takes, and letting me get so attached to you only to rip that way just before I could truly explore how I feel? It’s an easy way to control me if you ask him.”

Your brows furrowed, “But I thought he said that...it’s up to you now?”

His head tilted somewhat, and you found yourself stepping out more onto the balcony. Giving a wide space between you still not knowing where this was going.

“He did. He’s moving onto bigger prospects, and using you to force my hand no longer applies anymore.” Finally he flipped his body around, and instead of a harsh glaring intensity you found only a crestfallen expression, one that broke your own heart at it’s sorrow.

“Which means he doesn’t care if you just send me back to the States.”

He was quick to answer. “Is that what you want?” Your eyebrows raised in confusion at him. So he repeated the question. “Is that what you want? To go home to America? That’s what you’ve been wishing for this whole time is it not.”

His words were clipped, and there was something beneath the surface that might have been just too deep for you to dive in to find on your own. “I thought that's what I wanted.”

Looking back out, the sky was still as clear and blue as it always had been since the day of your arrival. At first you thought it was a taunt. Mocking you for how bright the world shined onto such a dark experience. “Everyone knew why I was here, but they went out of their way to know me, make me feel welcome, try to make me belong even though I should be just a footnote to them.”

Your arms braced on the railing, not quite like Javi though. You crossed your forearms across the length of it and rested your upper chest onto them, knees bent back to brace yourself up as you looked at the water. “You were supposed to hate me. That’s what I thought when I first met you. Lucas was so frustratingly chatty, but you came in just so, large and silent and angry that I couldn’t help but assume it was towards me. But we talked. We talked and I got attached.”

The warmth of his closeness overwhelmed one side of you, his shadow casting across part of your view as he came to your side. One hand resting close to where your elbows bent with the other on his hip. Those large brown eyes looking deeply at you with that internal question you didn’t know.

“Do you really think you’re the only one who feels that way?”

You looked up to the side, struck with how softly he looked at you. Sliding to the side, you leaned against the railing mimicking his posture, but your own hand hovered around your torso not quite sure how to stay. “I hoped you did. Sometimes it really felt like there was something, but other days I couldn’t help but worry that it was all just an act...trick me into being complacent. But then you look at me like that,” You dropped your gaze along with your voice. “And then everything just gets muddled.”

Trickling forward, Javi’s hand inched closer to yours. The buzzing need to touch you moving through this entire body. “What I feel, hermosa, isn’t fair to you. I should be sending you home on the first plane out, giving you your life back no question. I just didn’t know how much the right thing to do would hurt.”

You looked back out to the water, eyes squinting at the bright sun reflecting off of it. “Going home was all I wanted. I had nothing to do with this until my brother was too stupid to pay back his own loans. But now going home feels like the last thing I want to do, and maybe I should be the one who feels stupid for that.”

Javi’s person stood now closer to you. Not pressing against you, but giving you much less room to back away before you hit the edge. There were no words between you for a moment until Javi mumbled in a somewhat aloof, amused tone. “Maybe we’re both stupid.”

Now that got an honest to god laugh from you. “I think you might be right about that one.” For that moment the burning tension took a notch down, and it felt so much more like any other day you’ve grown to adore with him.

Your name fell gently off of Javi’s tongue. His fingers pressing gently against your cheek to look up at him. His feelings weren’t unfair, it was how beautiful he was. His hair always curled so perfectly, always enticing your hands to itch over through them, face framed perfectly by his nose and facial hair that would burn against your skin in an addicting way.

His eyes were the worst though. Big and so transparent with how he felt, and now you had to look into them with nothing but a screaming desire in them that made you melt. “I need you to tell me. You have to be the one to say it, make me send you home. I might be too selfish to do it on my own.”

Javi’s eyes fluttered shut as your hand gently held onto the wrist close to your face. Your thumb tracing over the skin as his pulse grew faster alongside your own. You smiled though, and chose a side you never expected.

“I’m stupid, remember?”

It wasn’t long that Javi’s expression made you doubt yourself. Eyes shut tighter as his face pinched in conflict. Barley opening them, Javi muttered roughly in Spanish before his fingers slid to let his hand encompass your whole cheek. Very quickly his other one joined the opposite side, and sealed the distance with his lips.

Unlike his soft and sometimes silly disposition, Javi kissed you anything but that. His hands pulled in your face up towards him as he wasted no time in hardening his kiss. Lips demanding from you, forcing you to surrender to him in ways he never asked before.

Your hands found their way to his chest. The orange shirt leaving so many buttons undone that there was no shame in how much chest you could touch. Palms sliding over his skin and mindlessly rubbing up and down the length of his torso. Feeling his muscles twitch as he hesitated in his kiss, before moving one of his hands to pull you in closer behind your back.

Holding you closer to the back of your neck, Javi deepened the kiss, teasing you with his tongue and bites, almost nibbles against your lip. The sharpness of his teeth bringing high pitched gasp from you, only to have Javi consume the sound and grant himself access to you more. His tongue teasing inside of your mouth, you started to tremble against him.

His tongue grazing against yours and pulling back to kiss you rougher just when you wanted to return it. You could feel the burn of his facial hair against your skin and no doubt it will haunt your memories of how much you wanted to feel it elsewhere.

One of his hands wandering to your side, pushing your shirt up just enough to grasp at the skin on your waist he could blindly find. Javi once again tasted you with his tongue only to deepen it greatly as he roughly pushed you the remaining distance against the railing.

Your fingers tightened against his chest, finally sliding up to the back of his neck and into his hair. The softness amazed you, as well as how easily you could rake your fingers though it. Shivers running down Javi’s spine he stuttered against you, groaning into your mouth. His hips pushed against yours in an instant reaction to the feeling.

Finally summoning the strength to pull back, Javi parted from you but barley left your touch. A tiny string of saliva still between your lips, Javi pulled your chin into him as he took just once more needy kiss from you before pulling back, resting his forehead against yours as you took longer to catch your breathe.

“I won’t make you stay here, hermosa. But if you did, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to prove myself to you for it. I am too selfish, I’ll do anything to keep you here if you let me.” A needy hum leaving his throat as you now ran your hand through his hair much more gentle, almost soothing.

“If you’re selfish, and I’m stupid maybe we were meant to fit together like this.”

Javi still shook his head, as if unable to grasp why you would give him this. He moved to brush his nose against your hair before you both moved closer into the others arms. He gripped you as if this was the only thing he was ever allowed to have, and it was possible that he got to experience very little like this.

You both held one another for quite a while. Enough to feel both of your bodies relax into one another settling a calm over the turmoil of this morning. His voice vibrated against your chest as he spoke. “Gabriela and Camilia will certainly be happy.”

Pulling back you looked at him with am amused but questioning smirk, neither of your hands willing to leave the other yet. His own running over the top of your head, before nudging against your chin and back as if unable to chose where to touch. “Gabriela called me an idiot anytime I said you couldn’t possibly share how I feel. And Camilia? She just yells at me to move you into my own room already.”

His face was flat and eyes rolling at just how much he heard an earful from the woman if he so much as hinted at sending you home. Clearly not a sacrifice love for their own good kind of person. You chuckled, your cheek resting more in the palm of his hand.

“The guest room bed doesn’t exactly have the most comfortable blankets to be honest.”

If at all possible, his face fell flat even more. His eyes narrowing at you as he pulled away keeping his hands on your forearms. “I thought I told you to bring up anything you’d like me to change for you?”

Your shoulders shrugged, smile much more sheepish as you looked off to the side. “I didn’t want to bother anyone, I wasn’t really a guest at that time to be fair.” Javi just rolled his eyes once more, pulling you into his warm body wrapping his arms around you again.

“Well that’s about to change, now I know better. Clearly I will have to pull what you want out of you by force.” You leaned into each other, Javi turning you both to head inside. It wasn’t going to be an easy day still, no doubt a lot had to happen if you were to stay.

He let you speak to Gabriela for a little while, Javi somewhat in the distance trying desperately not to interject every time you were far to humble about what you said or suggested. Eventually stopping by the kitchen where he ended getting smacked by a wooden spoon as Camilia yelled at him for how ridiculous you both were.

The sight of a short Camilia mercilessly smacking the tall and large Javi, as he tried to bend away in very little defence like a child as a comical one, but not unusual for this strange little family.

Nothing was set in stone quite yet. Your future was uncertain, but then again, so was Javi’s. Both of your lives placed in between two possibilities and a not quite yet clear path along either one of them. Javi did however, waste no time in his greedy desire to have you sleep next to him in his own bed. Which was admittedly, far more cozy then the guest room.

Not quite asleep yet, you found yourself being yanked up onto Javi’s lap as his own back collapsed against the pillows. Grasping your hips when you went to follow, “Let me just look at you for a while, preciosa.”

You trailed your own hands, dancing along his chest now covered in just a simple white tee shirt. Occasionally reaching up to scratch at his facial hair. “You say that as if I don’t have an absolutely beautiful view below me now.”

Javi’s cheeks tinted a bit, holding back a flustered smile as he readjustment his grip on your hips to squeeze the skin below your shirt once more. He seemed to toy with pushing the fabric up more, but not subtle enough for you to miss it. You reached for it in a pull, but he held them in place as he looked at you much more serious. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you, I am perfectly happy with you just like this.”

Heart melting at how quick he was to deny himself what you knew he was thinking about, but you wanted to give him something anyways. Pulling your shirt up and letting it fall beside your bodies. The dark greed in his eyes as he looked over your skin, he clearly was not aware you didn’t have anything on underneath.

Shooting up from the bed, he held you steady from the force as he shot one hand up to rest just underneath one of your breasts. His face sharp and his eyes with desire. “I will not take this from you tonight, hermosa. But you are playing with fire here.”

Your hands trailed under his own, not lifting it, but following the line of his pants. “I thought you were the selfish one. Doesn’t quite feel that way, now-”

Javi’s jaw clenched, teeth muttering out curses you didn’t understand as he effortlessly flipped you onto your back. His body knelt in between your legs one holding your leg bent gripped by your hip, the other palming your breast in his large hand. “Unbelievable. Trying to take advantage of how weak I am for you.”

You threw your head back in a moan as he caressed you rougher, his other fingers tracing the nipple of your neglected breast and pinching them as he kissed your neck, a whiny gasp coming from you. “Sinful. So beautifully tempting.”

His hands worked your breasts over with every kiss and bite as his facial hair rubbed red your skin as he moved. Your hands fully moving under his shirt to trail your nails over his skin and grasp at him at a particularly harsh pair of his teeth and tugging at your nipple roughly.

You could feel a smug grin against you, and your hips writhed against his slowly. One of his hands gripped the side of your jaw to pull your lips to his, while the other pulled your grinding hip up into his more.

His kiss was messy but Javi was to preoccupied with granted you the feeling back. Nothing frantic, just a delicious grind of your hips together as you kissed. Your core begun to coil, quick. Too quick, you felt so pent up that the weight of his bulge against you send you careening closer to that burning orgasm so fast.

Each grind pressed harder, the pressure for both of you that much better feeling, but still neither of you moved faster. Javi mumbled into your mouth nothing you could make out but he eventually pulled away, rubbing his nose against yours.

Your hold on each other softened so much more the closer you got, and you were pulling Javi’s orgasm right along with it. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, only to almost slip into your mouth as you gasped out as it hit you. Your orgasm flooding through you without warning, as Javi pushed still against you to find his.

You hadn’t even been able to come down, you were plagued with aftershocks as he rubbed against you. His head moving to tuck itself into your neck as he crossed that line, but you didn’t want it. Your hands cupped his face to have him look at you, one of his gripping tight to you as his own orgasm fell over him.

His mouth agape, with a needy moan as his eyes braced shut. As he came back down, you finally felt yourself back onto the sheets, no longer floating in mid air. You ran a hand once again through his hair, eyes not leaving one another.

Javi turned one of your hands so he could kiss your palm, and you met halfway to the others lips. This time it was far more gentle. A soft caress, no demand and no need beyond just wanting to feel the others touch.

He kept you quite close to him that entire night. Gentle whispers passed back and forth like secrets, neither of you wanting to break the serene quiet of the room. He had kept one window open, your chests inhaling and exhaling against the other with the splash of waves against the shores.

Feeling how right you were fit together didn’t make the outside any less messy. Nothing about your time in Spain has taught you that this was something for the better in your life, but being curled up into Javi’s chest tucked warmly under his sheets did.

Lucas wasn’t gone, in fact he was likely to cause more of a problem in the future if Javi’s suspicions were correct, and you wouldn’t imagine what sinister ploy could possibly have included genuine help from your brother. Whatever they wanted, whatever was in planning was going to ultimately end badly.

Most stories such as theirs did. Of course there was no way either you or Javi could ever predict how that would possibly end, or just how much would end at Javi’s own hand or how quickly his actions will end it.

The Gutierrez family was one not to be trifled with, and now you lay here in the chest of the one masquerading as it’s leader. You were dragged into this life and force to endure the cruel games at the real masterminds behest. Javi couldn’t convince you at this point to leave for your own well being, to avoid their lives. It was what led you to this moment, your hands braced against his chest and his own curling around you.

Sleep begun to overtake you both, deep and slurring words between you, Javi’s mumbling into the hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His arms tightened around you, refusing to let you slip away from his heart as he slept. You wouldn’t.

He found you after being thrown at his feet, and now he was too scared to let you back out, and you had no true intention to follow that though regardless.

A small smile graced your features as you snuggled in closer to him, “Javi?” He hummed into your hair as a reply. “What on earth am I going to get you for your birthday?”

Javi laughed deeply, pulling you in closer in almost a dismissal of your worry. “The only thing I wanted was to find a way to keep you in my life any way that I could.”

Melting into him, your heart a kind of warmth you only had ever felt with him. You did however, give him one suggestion. “I don’t know, if anyone could beat my presence in your life it might be Nic Cage.”

Javi rolled his eyes even if you couldn’t see. Tugging you into his chest he mumbled playfully into your head along with another loving kiss. “Fair, but you’re the one I stroked myself imagining you bouncing on my cock every time I could sneak away for a shower.” He laughed once more as you shrunk into his chest with a tiny whine.

You weren’t sure you were confident enough to tell you how badly you wanted that as well, but you unequivocally dreamed about it as you slept. Unaware of just how much you and Javi pressed into the other as you desired the same things.

You had each other’s heart, and for now that was all you and Javi truly wanted.

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BESTIE CAN U PLEASE DO A IMAGINE-READER AND JAVI G HAVE A BABY???

Javier Gutierrez x f!reader

A/N: omg yes bestie!!!

• our sweet Javi G is a baby himself so imagine having a baby with him?

• I feel it wouldn't be something planned, but rather like birth control failing or something

• so you and him would be together for quite a while and he had never been so in love in his life before, and omg don't you know about it? How much that man spoils you, makes you feel good and buys you anything your heart could ever wish for

• he just can't hold back his love and passion, he is fully dedicated to you, he writes poems about you, his movie scripts all have you as an inspiration so he panics when he sees you are feeling sick

• you had always been very strong, not even when he took you on boat rides with him you felt nauseous but now? every single day you feel sick... Javi is worried

• he asks you if you're alright and you assured things are fine, even if you aren't convinced yourself yet, just as your nausea began, you remembered your period was supposed to come but it didn't

• so you pretty much connected the dots by yourself and decided to sneak out of home to buy a test

• you knew that Javi could have just sent someone else to do it or called a doctor, but you wanted to do it on your own so you could be sure, because if it were just a scare you wouldn't bother him with it at all

• so when the result came back positive, you found yourself in a turmoil of feelings, too many things happening all at once and you were feeling anxious by minute, but Javi deserved to know the truth

• so when you told him, you thought he would probably pass out

• he just went silent, shocked and looking at you nonstop, until it finally hit him that you were waiting for an answer

• so Javi smiled and wrapped his arms around you, he was very happy to welcome a baby Gutierrez into his life

• and you can expect that man splurging on you the entire time, he would only want to buy the best and most expensive for you and your baby

• omg the baby room would look like a small palace because he would want only the best

• you would have the best clothes, best food, best doctor treatment, anything you ever dreamed of, Javi would make it happen

• when the baby is born, Javi passes out this time, it's just too much emotion for him, he's too happy, too proud of you and your baby, he cries when he holds the baby for the first time

• and from that moment on, Javi Gutierrez is a new man, cinema and parties come in second for him, because the first place will always be taken by you and the beautiful baby you two had together ❤️

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At one of Javi's parties, you find yourself in need of his undivided attention, and you know just how to get it. - Javi Gutierrez x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - References to nudes, exhibitionist kink, Daddy kink implied, fingering, references to oral, height difference implied (tall fem), dirty talk. - 1884 words - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! - A/N: I had to post this on AO3 because it was too long for tumblr and I couldn't fix it like I did before!

He’s radiant, he’s infectious. He doesn’t waste any time and he moves through the crowds to come to you, when he gets to the stairs he takes two stairs at a time and the closer he gets to you the more obvious it is that he’s giggling gleefully.

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Sick In Bed With Javi Gutierrez <3

Pairing: Javi x Reader

Summary: You and Javi are both really sick, yet Javi take’s the responsibility to care after you every minute of the day.

Warning’s: Fluff only <3

It’s early in the morning and you are fully knocked out from the day before, but you then are woken up by the noise of pots and pans rambling in the kitchen.

You then hear footstep’s coming towards the room, and then you see Javi peeking from the door with a glowing smile from ear to ear. “Morning love!” Javi say’s as he walk’s over to you in bed

“Are you feeling any better, do you need any Tylenol or Advil?!” He said as he placed the tray of breakfast on your side table with his eyes focused on yours

“No, no I’ll be fine! Thank you so much love, and don’t worry about the kitchen I can clean it all up cause you need to relax. Remember you’re just as sick and you need rest too!” As you said placing your hand on top of his silky hands with a slight smile

“I know I will make sure, but let me get you set up real quick.” He then wrapped his hand around your back to lift you up and started to put pillows behind you to make you able to sit up and eat

“There hopefully that is comfortable enough! Just call me if you need anything I’ll be cleaning the kitchen!” As he let out a chuckle as he started to walk away

You then grabbed his arm pulling him back closer to you.

“Javi… please relax you’ve been on your toe’s all the time now!”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just been so worried if you’re in too much pain and that you might not get better.” As he said while looking down at his bunny slippers that you two got to match each other

“JAVI” As you said laughing

“WHAT ARE YOU OKAY?” He said pulling his head back up in shock

“NO NO JAVI, O-ONE SECOND” You then finally laughed it off

“Okay listen, I am perfectly fine and we will get better no matter what. The only way we can get better is relaxing and taking meds, so please just come lay down for an bit!” As you said seeing the worry fade off of his face

“Know what fine, but I’m only staying here for 10 minutes cause I have to clean the kitchen.” He said as walking over to lay down

“10 minutes huh, ya we’ll see how that goes.” You said sarcastically looking at him with a grin

“I’m serious! Trust me I might just try and nap for a bit though.”

“Okay, Go ahead!” You said while turning on the tv

30 Minutes Later

You then realized you fell asleep, but just as you tried to get up to go get water you were locked in a hug from Javi.

You then tapped his shoulder lightly waking him up.

“Look’s like you fell asleep huh?” You said as you looked up at him then dropping your head back into his arms again slightly laughing

“Ughhhh” as he glanced at you letting out smile and pulling you closer to him as he then closed his eyes

Thank you for reading this, i hope you enjoyed! This was a very rushed fic, but I needed to get this off my mind since I need to get more idea’s for other one’s cause I have had not a lot lately! Like’s and comment’s are encouraged and if you want go check out my other fic called Unplanned Stay At Kansas City! Tysm! 🧡

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Javi G x F!/AFAB!Reader pt 3

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given. Specific Warnings: Oral Sex (F and M receiving and giving), fluff, anxiety, massage/ very mild foot play (you need to really squint) insecurity, some soft dom/sub switch feels if you squint. Summary: Javi flies out to meet you after a boring work meeting. Author’s Notes: I love this pairing, I want them to be so happy.

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You stifle a yawn, hoping none of the other heads of departments notice, the meeting could have been an email, hell, it could have been a group message. But traditional office culture being an unshifting behemoth meant you had to take a flight to New York from LA just to sit and be talked at for what felt like the whole day.

Your phone had buzzed in your pocket multiple times, and you pretty sure you knew who it was, but you couldn’t risk checking. You still weren’t publicly with Javi, nor privately if you think about it. Six months of meeting up when you both had time, fucking like horny college kids, then flirting like shy teenagers on Instagram later, yet neither of you had made the official move. There was no rush, or so you thought, Javi was Javi after all, and you weren’t going to push him into committing to anything.

“I think we’ll call it there, get some rest and we’ll reconvene tomorrow.” Michael, the CEO of your parent company announces and you breathe a sigh of relief. You stow your work laptop, purse, and diary in your briefcase and sling the shoulder strap around your neck as you fish your phone out of your suit jacket pocket.

You make for the elevator, hoping not to get collared by anyone as you unlock your phone. A few generic Instagram notifications load, you scroll through and dismiss them as you tap your inbox. Javi had left you a few messages and you feel the corners of your mouth pull up into a grin as you absently press the call button for the elevator.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls after you, followed by your name. You grimace as you quickly lock your phone, slipping it back into your pocket.

“Justin, hey.” You say with a forced smile as you turn to face him. His sun-bed induced tan, too-white, perfectly straight teeth, Prada suit, and blonde slicked back hair hitting you in a visual assault almost as strong as his expensive cologne. You had made the mistake of getting very drunk at the Christmas party a few years ago and had gone home with him. He had never forgotten, and you wanted nothing more than to forget.

“Long time no see, you know you can return to working in the office now right?” He says as he elbows your arm playfully. You shake your head, fake smile still plastered on your face.

“I’m good Justin, I prefer the quiet, and I don’t live in New York anymore, I’m only here for the Quarterly meeting.”

“No way, you move away after Brian dumped you?” He asks, trying to disarm you, everyone knew you had dumped Brian, but this was just how Justin had always been. One-upmanship personified, always putting women down to try and neg them into his bed. Shamefully, it had worked on you, but you were drunk and vulnerable, it wasn’t your fault he took advantage of that.

“I dumped him, and yeah I did, but it was time, I’m closer to family now.” You lie, but you weren’t willing to give up any personal information if you could help it.

“Don’t know why you’d move away from New York, it’s the best.” Justin continues as the elevator opens in front of you. Your phone buzzes again and you clench your jaw, desperate to see what Javi had sent.

“Different strokes for different folks.” You say absently as you take your phone out of your pocket, turning the screen away as you lean against the mirrored back of the elevator. The door shuts and over the top of your phone you see Justin looking at you.

“So, you got plans for tonight?” He asks, his voice lower now it was just the two of you in the elevator. You take a deep breath as you check your messages.

User24601: I hope your meeting isn’t too boring, thinking of you. X 8:13am

User24601: Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about you hermosa. You want to grab dinner? I might have just booked a flight to NY. ;) x 9.21am

User24601: Ok I’m in the air, touching down at 6pm, meet me at my hotel at 7pm. X 12:30pm

User24601: Sent a Photo. 12:31pm

“Actually yeah, I’ve got a date.” You say as you feel your cheeks burning, your mouth pulled into a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat blush.

You tap the screen and open the image. Javi is sat in what is presumably his private jet, the tan and buff leather seats far too nice to be anything else. His hair is fluffy, like he forgot to put product in after a shower, he’s looking away from the camera as he poses with his hand cradling his stubbled chin. On his wrist is a woven band of red and white paracord and you feel your heart swell in your chest. You had mailed it to him a week ago, a silly little thing you’d seen in an LA craft market, you look down to the matched blue and white one you wore on the same wrist.

You: Sorry been a crazy day, I see you got my little gift? Xx

“You move on fast.” Justin growls and you look up to see Justin looking over your shoulder, you yelp in surprise and he snatches your phone from you before you can stop him. You watch as he scrolls through your messages, and you know he’s opened the photo as you see the sneer darken his face.

“Jesus you’re naïve, you know this isn’t actually Javi Gutierrez right?” He scoffs, looking at you like you were pathetic for believing it was really Javi.

“Justin, give me my phone back, I’m being serious.” You try to grab it from him but he’s that much taller than you that he holds it high above you.

“What happens if I call him? Going to be some fucking fifty-year-old creep who still lives in his mother’s basement?” Justin mocks you, already reaching to press the video call button. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you hear the call tone. You pray he’s in the middle of something, anything, too busy to pick up. But you feel sick as you hear his voice crackle through the speakers.

“Buenas Bonita, didn’t expect your call, you that eager to see me?” Javi’s smooth voice is soft, fringed with sleep.

“What the fuck?” Justin mutters as you watch the colour drain from his face. Javi practically roars your name through the phone.

“Where is she? I’ll kill you if you’ve so much as touched her pendejo.”

“This is some impressive deep-fake, I almost bought it.” Justin chuckles nervously. You try to grab for the phone but Justin holds it away from you again.

“I won’t ask again, where is she?” Javi growls.

“Javi, baby, I’m here!” You call out and you hear the sigh of relief over the speaker distortion.

“Bontia, who is this clown and why has he got your phone?” Javi asks, his voice honeyed as he addresses you. The sound sends your pulse racing.

“Asshole took it because he thought he was being an alpha.” You grumble as you snatch your phone back. Justin stumbles back, stunned and you take a little pride in putting him in his place.

“Hey there handsome, sorry about that, some boys you know?” You purr as Justin stands awkwardly by the doors, looking directly ahead as he refuses to look at you. Your chest flutters with excitement as you see Javi’s expression change from anger to soft, doting affection.

“I do hermosa, I’m just getting in my car, see you at the hotel ok?” Javi smiles at you and blows you a kiss through the phone. You return the gesture just as the elevator chimes.

“We ordering room service? I don’t want to waste a single second outside of your room.” You joke and you watch as Javi’s plush lips turn up in a despicable smile.

“So thirsty baby, but someday I do want to take you to a nice restaurant, maybe a movie premier? Something a little more public you know?” He says in earnest and you feel heat rush to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

“Of course, I’d like that, but tonight Javi?” You ask as you hail a cab.

“What?”

“I want you all to myself, we have time to make up for.” You say as you poke your tongue out at him through the screen.

“We wouldn’t have to make up for it if you would just move in with me,” He teases, hinting at the many times over the past three months he had suggested it, “But I am not pressuring you, do what you think is best hermosa.”

“See you soon Javi.” You say, a small knot in your chest, you think you want to move in with him but he was a playboy billionaire, did you really want that? Was he really serious?

“See you soon baby.” The call ends and you look up just in time to catch a cab, giving the driver the address before messaging Javi straight away.

You: In the cab, see you soon.

User24601: Already waiting for you hermosa.

User24601: Sent an image.

You open the image to see Javi’s head resting on a plush white pillow, bare chested as he bites his lip, giving you the filthiest bedroom eyes you had ever seen. You practically growl at the sight as you feel the arousal burn through you. His other hand is draped suggestively over his torso and you wonder if he’s touching himself already.

You: Don’t start without me. ;) x

User24601: Never baby, see you soon. Xx

The elevator chimes as you reach Javi’s floor. You’re still in your corpo mandated suit. Your sheer grey stockings far less sexy than you’d like but you didn’t have a change of clothes, it was all business formal wear. You hadn’t anticipated that Javi would fly out for you. Maybe you should have.

You step out into the plush carpeted hallway as you realise your corporate paid for hotel was rather cheap compared to this. You stroll along to room 273 and rap your knuckles just below the peep hole.

The door opens and you are greeted with Javi, bathrobe untied, his bare bronze skin on show. His lips quirk upwards as he takes in your outfit and you suddenly feel bashful, smoothing your pencil skirt down as you pout up at him.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” You warn, knowing he’s on the verge of making a clever remark.

“But you look so-,”

“Javi Gutierrez, I swear I will end you.” You snap but you can’t help as the corners of your mouth turn up. Javi’s smile is infectious.

“Sexy.” He purrs and you roll your eyes at him as you step into the room, pushing past him with a playful, but forceful shove against his chest. He grunts dramatically and you smile in satisfaction as you throw yourself on the plush emerald green sofa in the middle of the large living area. You drop your briefcase on the floor and kick off your modest pumps. You’re splayed out like a Renaissance painting, well you’d like to think so, but you’re sure you resemble something much less spectacular.

Javi holds his hand out to you, and you look at it quizzically, eyebrow cocked as you hesitate to take it.

“Come on hermosa, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Javi says as he stares you down with no-nonsense eyes.

“But I just sat down, my legs are tired Javi.” You groan, flopping your arm over your eyes as you dramatically over-emphasise just how utterly exhausted you are.

“Then I’ll have to carry you.” Javi says but before you can react he has scooped you up into a Bridal carry. You squeal playfully and glare up into his soft eyes with as much mock-anger as you can muster. But immediately you melt into Javi’s warm arms. You shamelessly nuzzle into his chest, breathing him in like a drug.

Javi simply chuckles and takes you to the bedroom, your face lights up as you see the super king size bed, fitted with the softest looking, crisp white sheets you’d ever seen. But Javi immediately turns you away and opens the sliding door to the bathroom. Leaving the plush, comfortable bed behind.

You make to protest but you see the surprise Javi had in store and your heart blossoms with emotion. Javi had drawn you a bath, in the biggest bathtub you’d ever seen. The hot water is shrouded with red and black rose petals, steam curls around them in lazy tendrils reaching into the air. The smell of lavender and jasmine fills your nostrils as you feel tears prick at your eyes.

“Javi this is beautiful,” You whisper, tilting your face up to see his adoring brown eyes gazing at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, “You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“Of course I didn’t have to, I wanted to, you’ve been so busy with work we’ve barely seen one another, I wanted to make tonight special, for you.” He says as he places a soft kiss to your lips, one which sets your skin on fire, you loop your arms around his neck and return the kiss with slow, tender brushes against his lips.

“Thank you.” You breathe against his lips, the feelings running through you are almost too much to bear. You’d seen Javi a handful of times over the last few months but with every visit, every parting, you were starting to worry how hard it was becoming to let this gorgeous man go.

“Come on, let’s get you in the tub, or the water’s going to get cold.” Javi nudges his nose against your temple as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. He sets you down on the edge of the tub as he removes your jacket, throwing it haphazardly over his shoulder. One of the glasses on the counter falls to the floor, striking the white tile with a loud bang.

“Oops.” Javi chuckles and you both erupt into laughter, he kisses you slowly, laughter ghosting both your lips as you continue to giggle at the silly energy buzzing between you. You help push off his robe as he removes your shirt in kind, exposing your boring skin-coloured t-shirt bra. You, on the other hand are met with the expanse of Javi’s soft belly, strong chest, and soft wisps of hair that dust the line above his boxers.

You press a soft kiss to his belly, then another, and another. Javi groans and cups your face in his right hand as he pulls you back, giving you a stern look.

“Sorry.” You sigh, rolling your eyes dramatically as you move to unzip your skirt. The air is close, heavy with steam and the insatiable desire that rolls off you both every time you meet. It’s a primal, base need that permeates your every thought, you can’t believe that this kind, charming, gorgeous man wants you as much as you do him.

“Hey,” Javi says softly as he kneels in front of you, looking up at you with those soft, vulnerable eyes that you can’t seem to live without, “Where’d you go hermosa? Everything ok?”

“Just feeling very lucky to be the one you draw baths for, to be the one you do all of this,” You gesture vaguely around the bathroom, trying to get your point across with you hands as you often do, “For.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Javi says as he places soft kisses along the clothed skin of your right thigh, “What started as a silly, hot, fuck in a pool has turned my life upside down, I live and breathe for you mi corazón.” He whispers against your skin and you shudder as his beard scrapes pleasantly against your thigh through your stockings.

“I’m a boring corporate shill Javi, wouldn’t you rather be with some beautiful model, or talented actress, or a rebellious activist type?” You ask, still not able to shake the self-doubt, the fear that this would all have to end some day.

“I’m a billionaire, you really want to talk about shills and talent?” Javi raises an eyebrow at you in disbelief.

“I mean, no, I just-, I feel so ordinary and you’re extraordinary Javi.” You sigh, no matter how much he tries to assuage your fears they still linger.

“You are the most beautiful, charming, funny, and fierce woman I’ve ever met, you may be a little too self-conscious for your own good,” He pauses as his fingertips find the hem of your stockings, tugging gently as he rolls them down your legs. The sensation is so mundane, so domestic, yet it sends sparks cascading over your skin with every brush of Javi’s soft fingers on your bare flesh, “But I adore you,” He whispers your name against your thigh and you exhale at the sound of your name on his lips.

“You’re not so bad yourself, for a billionaire I mean.” You quip, biting your lip coyly as Javi glares at you with a playful grimace.

“I mean, you could always take some of my money, knock me down to millionaire status you know.” He teases back and you roll your eyes, a genuine smile curving along your lips.

“Very funny, you’d have to marry me first before I took any of your money hermoso,” You say without thinking, your eyes going wide as you realise quite what you’ve said, “I didn’t mean it like that, shit, Javi I’m just tired and overworked and jet lagged and-!” Javi cuts you off with the firm press of his lips on yours, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth before hoisting you up around his waist. His tongue skirts the seam of your lips and you melt into him, his tongue dominates yours as he loops one arm around your waist, the other unclasping your bra as you slip out of the straps.

“Bath, now.” Javi orders as he sets you down on the floor, dropping to his knees so he can pull your skirt and panties off in one motion. He gazes upon your naked form as if for the first time, raking his eyes over the swell of your breasts, your hardened nipples. Then his eyes sink lower, following the curves of your body down to your bare sex. You notice the twitch in his boxers as his eyes snap back up to meet yours.

“You joining me?” You ask softly as you slip into the hot waters, the temperature was just right, hot enough to sting slightly, but not too hot to burn.

“Of course, I’ll be back in a moment.” Javi says softly as he gathers your clothes, setting the glass back on the table that he knocked over earlier, before disappearing back into the bedroom.

You lie back against the one end of the bath, your feet floating freely in the steamy, petal-strewn waters, there was still plenty of room beyond the tips of your toes and you let out a long, shuddering breath as you let the waters wash over you. Some of the tension from the day already begins to ease as Javi pads back into the room. Your eyes are closed but you hear him slide the door shut behind him.

“You look blissful hermosa, you enjoying the bath?” He asks as he sits down on the tile next to you. You crack your left eye open to look at him and smile as you see his doting, puppy-dog eyes lingering over your face.

“Be better if you joined me Javi, there’s a little room for you.” You say, sloshing your hand through the vast tub, disturbing the petals and milky waters as you do so. Javi rests his head on the edge of the tub, swishing the fingertips of his left hand through the petals.

“I will, but before I join you I want to ask you, what you want from this?” Javi says softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks, “I don’t want this to be just sex, sporadic hookups are fun, but I want this to be so much more. I want it to be real.”

“Javi,” You breathe, turning in the waters to meet his gaze fully, “I want that too, I have wanted it ever since that first night in the pool, but I didn’t want to push, didn’t want to shackle you.” You say softly, terrified of the words spilling from your mouth. You know how deeply you feel for Javi and you always hoped he felt the same. Javi beams at you before placing a soft kiss on the slope of your nose, his facial hair tickling your skin as you hum at the rough, yet pleasant sensation.

“So, hermosa, will you be my girlfriend?” Javi asks, his breath ghosting on your skin as you lean into him over the side of the tub.

“Yes,” You say softly, tugging at your own paracord bracelet, “I may have been trying to drop a hint with these.” You chuckle and Javi’s face lights up, toothy grin and dimples galore.

“I might have noticed,” He says giddily as he brings his hand up, lacing his fingers through yours as he brushes his lips against your knuckles, bracelets touching as you melt under Javi’s touch, “Now scoot forward.”

You do as you’re told, watching as Javi slips off his boxers, revealing his semi-erect cock and the dusting of freshly trimmed hair that led down from his belly button, you can’t help but squirm, your mouth salivating already at the sight of him as he smiles down at you.

“I’d ask if you like what you see, but I think I already know the answer.” Javi remarks as he lowers himself into the tub behind you. The water rises and swirls around you pleasantly as Javi’s thighs slide into place either side of your own, the hardening length of his cock resting against the small of your back as his strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You lie back, resting your head on his broad chest as he nestles his strong nose just below your earlobe, nuzzling into the sensitive skin just behind your jaw.

“This is nice Javi,” You purr, shifting on top of him to grind your ass against him, “But it’d be even better with you inside me.” Javi hums against the shell of your ear as he clamps his large hands on your waist.

“Patience bonita, I want to take my time with you tonight, gotta pamper My Girl after all.” He growls in your ear as his hands move, feather light against your skin under the water, trailing up from your hips, ghosting along your ribs before settling his big, strong hands on your shoulders.

“Mmm,” You hum as his thumbs work circles into the knotted flesh at the top of your spine, “Like being called you girl Javi, feels good.” You moan, your head lolling forwards limply as he applies just the right amount of pressure to really work at your tense, contorted muscles without hurting you.

“Yeah?” He breathes as his cock twitches at the noises that escape your lips as you allow him to make you come undone, unlike any way he had before, “Because I’ve been calling you my girl ever since that first night, whenever I pant your name with hand fisted around my cock, My Girl, My,” He breathes your name as he presses harder on a particularly tight knot just shy of your right shoulder blade.

You cry out, the mixture of uninhibited joy from hearing Javi say your name so lustfully, and the blinding pleasureful pain of his thumbs working away the stress you’re holding in your body. You can feel the hot slick building at your core.

“Javi fuck, this feels so good, I want you Javi, I need you.” You whine, rubbing your knees together as the heat in your lower belly starts to become unbearable.

“Not yet, face me.” Javi commands, his voice soft, buttery almost, which only makes you whine with desire. You do as you’re told, trying as gracefully as you can in your blissed out, edged to oblivion state. The water swirls around you, pulling at your skin as you brush your ankles against the outside of Javi’s calves. You look up in anticipation, not sure what he has planned but gently his hands dip below the surface of the waters and you clench around nothing as his eyes hold your gaze, blown with desire as he bites on his bottom lip.

His fingers brush the skin of your left ankle and he gently pulls you closer through the waters, leaving a swell of petals and milky water in your wake. His hands begin their ministrations on your feet and you feel like your soul might leave you body. The tender press of his strong fingers on the arch of your foot, the soothing strokes over your sore heel threaten to undo you once and for all.

“You like how that feels hermosa?” Javi says, his voice thick with desire, trance-like as he continues to pamper you, cherish you as his eyes never leave yours. You fawn up at his gaze and nod slowly.

“Never had anyone do this for me Javi, so good.” You breathe, your mind soupy and blown out with sensation.

“Shameful boys who came before,” Javi tuts before moving to your other foot, repeating the process as you writhe and groan at his touch, “Never knew how to treat a lady.” He hums, almost to himself as he lowers your foot back into the milky waters.

“Javi,” You whine, “Take me to bed, please.” You beg, your mind blown out with pleasure, unable to think past the ache between your thighs. Javi doesn’t say a word, but he stands, water cascading off his body as you drink him in. His cock stands erect, weeping at the tip as you look up, dumbstruck at his handsome body. Before he can do anything else you shift in the water, getting onto your knees to take the swollen tip of his cock in your mouth.

Javi groans as he bucks his hips forward involuntarily, his cock pressing further into your mouth and you whine at the sensation of his thick length sliding against your tongue. The silky smooth tip feels like heaven on your tongue as the mixture of salty pre-cum and floral bath water blends in your mouth.

“Mi amor, you keep doing that and I’m going to come in that pretty little mouth of yours.” Javi croons, cupping your jaw as he licks his lips, looking down at you reverently with dark, hungry eyes.

“Want it Javi.” You mumble around his cock, suckling at it gently as you flick your tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip.

“Fine, but please, let’s take this to the bed.” He relents with an exasperated sigh, but his smile tells you he’s not that put out by the change of plans. You stumble out of the tub together, lips fused as Javi walks you back through into the bedroom, grabbing a towel at the last moment to wrap around you.

“Towel’s giant.” You mumble as you come up for air, surprised it fits around you both.

“These hotels always have the good towels.” Javi chuckles before dipping his tongue into your mouth, groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. The backs of your knees hit the soft cotton sheets and before you can stop him Javi has crashed down on top of you. His hot body flush against you, pressing your breasts against his chest as he discards the towel, hands finding your hips as he grinds impatiently against your thigh.

“Javi, please.” You whine, both in protest and at the flash of arousal as you feel his tip brush your clit.

“As you wish hermosa, I’m all yours.” He chuckles as he places a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, his moustache and patchy beard scraping delightfully against your swollen lips. He peels himself off you with a huff, sprawling out on his back before propping himself up on his elbows. He watches with desperate, dark eyes as you crawl between his parted thighs. You nudge against them with your knees as you bend down slowly, inching towards his cock while fanning your hands across the tops of his thighs. He shudders and lets out a soft whimper as you grip the base of his cock with your dominant hand, the other tracing circles up and down the crease where his pelvis meets his thigh.

“Hermosa, please.” He huffs, head thrown back as your breath ghosts the tip of his leaking cock. You pump him slowly, gripping tightly, twisting just a little as you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, working a long, torturous path up to his blunt, throbbing head.

“Please what? What do you want Javi?” You ask, arousal bursting through you as you tease him further.

“Please suck my dick, please.” Javi whines as his hips buck involuntarily up as you take his head into your mouth, pumping slowly with your hand before sinking lower. Your jaw aches as you hollow your cheeks, his cock hits the back of your throat and you resist the urge to gag, your lips are flush against your fingers now and you know you can take it all.

“Don’t need to baby, this is already so-!” Javi hisses as you force the rest of him in, your eyes water and your body shudders as you really feel his length. You hold him there for a moment, savouring the way he squirms under you before retreating back along his length, bobbing your head up and down as you work a more manageable length in your mouth. Javi starts babbling in Spanish as you continue to work his length with your one hand, the other slips between your legs as you rub your clit.

You break the steady rhythm to take him all in again, choking on his girth more than anything else as your eyes water once more. You moan around his cock and suddenly Javi pushes you off, a dark glint in his eyes as you look up at him questioningly.

“On your knees, want to fuck that eager little mouth,” Javi says darkly, his breath coming in heavy pants as his lust-blown eyes bore into your own, “If- If that’s ok?” Javi falters slightly, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he realises how forceful he sounded.

“I want you to fuck my mouth Javi, please.” You breathe as you slide back off the edge of the bed, your knees dropping to the thick, plush carpet as you wait for him to line up against your lips. He moves quickly, without finesse as he cages you in with his thighs before grabbing the hair at the nape of your neck. He kisses you slowly, pulling at your bottom lip before letting go with a soft pop.

“How hard can you take it? Don’t want to hurt My Girl.” Javi says softly as he traces the thumb of his left hand along your lips, pulling softly at your bottom lip with a wicked smile that still, miraculously, holds a softness in his features no matter how harsh and lust ridden his words are.

“Hard Javi, want to take My Man’s cock all the way, hard and fast.” You whisper against the pad of his thumb as he growls above you.

“Alright, but if it gets too much you tap out ok?” He whispers softly, waiting for your answer before continuing.

“I promise.” You nod eagerly, unfurling your tongue from your mouth, inviting him in. Javi doesn’t hesitate this time, with a snarl he pushes into your mouth slowly, breaching your lips with his thick length. You moan around him once more as he tugs your head back for leverage, the sensation electric as the gentle tug on your hair makes your spine tingle.

“Such a beautiful mouth, my beautiful girl, taking such good care of me.” Javi babbles, rocking his hips forward in lazy strokes, stopping about half-way each time, getting you used to the way it felt to have your mouth stretched by such a big dick.

You moan wordlessly as tears prick at your eyes, you lap at the underside of his cock as he pistons in and out of your mouth. His soft moans, tight hitches of breath and the beautiful way his brow knits together as you push deeper on every stroke has you panting and moaning as you work your clit in deft circles, chasing your release as you feel him twitch in your mouth, his own climax imminent.

“I’m going to-!” Javi manages to whine out as his hips stutter, fucking you deep as his hot spend hits the back of your throat. You swallow greedily as the salty taste of Javi coats your mouth, the sound of him coming undone above you almost enough to push you over the edge. You’re left clamping around nothing as you can’t quite get the angle right on your clit to push you over the edge.

“That was amazing, thank you querida, thank you.” Javi mumbles as he flops backwards on the bed, panting blissfully as you wipe your mouth and crawl onto the bed next to him, curling into his side. The bitter emptiness of not reaching your orgasm souring the mood slightly, but you didn’t mind, you were still riding the high of the sounds Javi made for you, because of you.

Javi pulls you in close before kissing you softly on the lips, his face blissed out as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Come on, on your back.” He says softly, placing a kiss to your temple before looking down at you with hooded eyes.

“What for?” You ask, fully expecting to just move on with the night, you hadn’t always come when you fooled around with Brian, so you were prepared to just deal with it.

“What do you mean what for?” Javi gives you a disappointed look, slowly he peels you away from him, pushing you down by your sternum until you relent, heat creeping to your cheeks as you feel a strange twist of shame, even guilt in your stomach.

“Well, you’re done, and well, I’m not used to…” You trail off, the embarrassment making your voice break as you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes, not wanting to look at Javi when you feel like this.

“Querida,” He says your name softly as you feel the bed shift under you as he kneels down in almost the same position you had been in moments ago, “I will never leave you unsatisfied, no matter how tired I am, nor if my mind is a thick puddle of soup after a fantastic blowjob, your pleasure is my pleasure.” He purrs as he hooks his arms around your knees, yanking you to the edge of the bed.

“Javi I’m sorry, I’m just not used to-,” He cuts you off as his thick, long tongue swipes through your slick folds, gathering your arousal on his tongue as he laves forcefully at your clit. The sensation has you thrashing, crying out wordlessly as fire burns in your belly.

“You’re not used to a man treating you as you deserve, but I am not other men, those silly boys that came before,” He says, pausing to lick a firm stripe from your quivering hole right back up to your clit, “I will never disappoint you, I swear.” He groans as he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking slowly but firmly, his tongue swiping over the distraught bundle of nerves as you feel the build of your release looming.

“Thank you Javi, for everything, I lo-.” You clamp your mouth shut, about to say something that had been bubbling in your throat, addling your mind for weeks. The three words you wish you were saying instead of I miss you at the end of every goodnight text, every thirsty comment, or snarky remark before sleep. If Javi hears the half-confession he doesn’t let on, continuing to suckle at your clit as two fingers probe at your desperate hole.

“Fuck Javi yes.” You breathe, your hips pitching up in eagerness as he eases two fingers in, the burn and stretch is intense as you try to relax to allow the press of his thick digits against your fluttering walls. He knows you so well already, you’ve met up only a handful of times, but he already knows how to rake against your walls, pressuring your sweet spot with every pass. He kisses your clit with the same eagerness he always gives your mouth, his tongue pressing and flicking against your swollen, needy bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers into you up to the knuckle.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, Javi pumping into you and sucking hard against your clit as you ride through your orgasm on his fingers. You roll your hips with every thrust into you until you’re panting and shivering around Javi’s thick fingers. You cup his scruff-lined chin before pushing his head back, looking down with bleary eyes into his doting brown ones.

“I might die if you keep going Javi,” You say breathlessly, “Come and cuddle with me, I need you.” You whisper softly, rubbing your thumb across the coarse hair of his jaw, loving the way it feels as it scrapes against your skin.

Javi presses his soft lips to your palm before climbing back onto the bed, pulling you up against him as he rests on the plush pillows at the top of the bed. He leans over to the nightstand to reach his phone. He unlocks it and you could cry as you see the photo he has chosen as his screensaver. It’s a picture taken of the two of you at the gala all that time ago, it perfectly captures the way you look at one another. Wide grins, full cheeks and dimples, blown-out, blissful eyes. It was the only night you two had together that hadn’t ended in sex. It was a night of passion and emotion, but it wasn’t about the sex.

It had clearly never just been about the sex.

“What do you want from room service mi amor?” Javi asks as he brings up the online room service app.

“Burgers, fries, milkshakes and some champagne.” You say dreamily, you’re giddy, high from your orgasm, and the photo that you could no longer see.

“Done, done, done, and done.” Javi says playfully before pulling you close to his side, his head resting on the top of yours. Feather-light kisses placed haphazardly against the crown of your head.

“Hey,” Javi says softly as you both begin to drift, naked, fused to one another, “That thing you almost said?” He breathes, his hot breath warming you as you try not to panic. He had heard it.

“Mmhmm?” You acknowledge him sleepily, tired eyes searching his as you turn to look up at him, his eyes are soft, warm, worshipful.

“Same.” He says softly before placing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Javi I-“ You start but he silences you with a soft brush of his lips against yours.

“We don’t have to say it, not yet, not ever if we don’t want to, but I just wanted you to know you’re not alone.” He smiles against your lips as you sigh heavily in his arms.

“Good, I want to say it I do.” You say earnestly but he is already way ahead of you.

“But we’re taking it slow, there’s no rush bonita,” He soothes you by running his fingertips up and down your arm, “I’m not going anywhere.”

And you believe him.

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flightlessangelwings · 11 months

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To Your Rescue

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 5k Dialogue prompt- “ hurry! take my hand! “ Action prompt- [ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire Warnings- s.mut (18+ only!), protective!Javi, mutual pining, so much pining, action/minor violence, a creeper character, minor character death, love confession, reader is a maid in the Gutierrez compound Notes- June's Year of Protectiveness fic is here and I just had to write one with our dear sweet Javi! @yearofcreation2023 The idea randomly popped into my head and it was just too perfect and this one was fun to write! And I just love Javi so much!! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post!

As lavish as the Gutierrez compound was, your job was anything but. As a maid in the estate, it was your job to work behind the scenes to keep up that luxury appearance. It was far from a glamorous job, but it was a job you were grateful for. It wasn’t a hard job, and it was stable. You kept to yourself for the most part and it paid well. Plus, the views weren’t bad either…

With the sea as a backdrop, every view out any given window was stunning. The sun made the sea glitter beautifully no matter what time of day it was, and you found yourself staring out the window at times. But, there was something else that caught your eye often… or rather someone else. The head of the estate, and head of the Gutierrez cartel, Javi, was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His smile lit up the room more than the sun that beamed through the windows.

“Do not address Señor Gutierrez, entiéndame?” Flora, the head of the household told you sternly on your first day.

“Si señora,” you replied meekly.

Her words rang through your head nearly every day, and you had to remind yourself of your place in Javi Gutierrez’s life. But, even though you weren’t supposed to speak to him, there was nothing against looking at him, especially when you thought he didn’t notice.

But what you didn’t know was that Javi snuck glances at you when you weren’t looking too.

From the day you started, Javi was entranced by you. His heart nearly stopped in his chest the first time he saw you, and he couldn’t help but linger at times to watch you while you worked. Some days it was hard for Javi to keep his expression neutral as he passed by you in the halls, especially when he had to meet with more dangerous people.

It didn’t go unnoticed that you averted your eyes every time Javi passed by. But, he also was aware of the weight of your gaze when he wasn’t looking. Javi wondered if you felt his own gaze on you, or were you too busy with your work to feel it. Little did he know that goosebumps erupted on your skin whenever you felt his eyes on you.

The stolen glaces went on for some time before Javi finally decided to break the ice. He happened to come into the library where you were dusting, and he made sure not to make any noise. Javi watched with longing in his eyes as you stepped up the ladder to reach higher up. But, as the dust flew into the air, it made you sneeze, and you almost lost your balance.

Panic rushed through your veins as you felt yourself fall backwards and you scrambled to grab onto the shelf. But, you barely fell at all before a pair of large hands grabbed you and steadied you.

“Careful there, querida,” a soft voice rang out behind you.

You gasped as you grabbed onto the bookcase to steady yourself before you hard and found yourself face to face with Javi Gutierrez. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a moment to study his features up close, and he was even more beautiful than he was from afar.

“Señor Gutierrez,” you mumbled as your gaze dropped. Your skin burned as you realized he still held onto you.

Javi grinned brightly, “Please,” he let out a short laugh, “Just call me Javi.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it as you tried to find your voice, “T-thank you… For saving me.”

“No need to thank me,” Javi said softly as he finally released you.

The two of you locked eyes and time felt like it stopped. The sound of blood pulsing through both your veins felt like it echoed in the room even louder than the waves crashing out the window. The gentle breeze ruffled Javi’s hair, and you found yourself wondering that it would be like to run your fingers through it. But, your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his gaze dropped down to your lips for the briefest moment.

But, as much as you wanted to know what ran through his head, you heard a different voice in your head: Do not speak to Señor Gutierrez.

You cleared your throat as you turned back to the bookshelf, “I should get back to work,” your voice was hushed as you picked up the duster you dropped.

Javi couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face, “Do not let me interrupt you.”

“Señor Gutierrez,” you called to him as he turned to leave, “Thanks again.”

He smiled at you, “I will always come to your rescue, querida,” he winked at you before he left the room.

From that day on, Javi stole whatever moments he could with you. He liked talking to you, even if it took some time for you to finally carry on a full conversation. As the months went on, Javi found more and more that what he felt was more than just flirting. He was falling for you. And he was falling hard.

For now, though, Javi knew he had to be careful. Between the fact that you worked in the compound and Javi’s role as figurehead of his family’s cartel, he couldn’t take unnecessary risks. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and he certainly didn’t want to put you in danger if anyone found out how much you truly meant to him.

There were times when it was hard, though. Like, whenever Javi hosted a fancy party and you worked serving drinks. He couldn’t help the way his fingers would linger over yours when you handed him a fresh glass.

“Gracias, querida,” Javi murmured in your ear so softly that no one else could hear.

“Anything for you, Señor Gutierrez,” you replied as you were sure he felt how warm your skin was.

“Call me Javi,” he quipped back.

Although you didn’t answer, Javi didn’t expect you to. It became a routine for the two of you to end conversations like that. But, the look on your face told him all he needed to know. Javi noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. And it certainly didn’t pass him by the way your eyes fell down to his lips once more.

For now, Javi just nodded and raised his glass to you before you turned and went back to your duties. One day, the time would be right. Until then, Javi would just keep you close the only way he could, and at least you were close enough to be kept safe.

Another night, another party.

You let out a deep sigh as you picked up all the discarded streamers from the party. It was a particularly crazy night, and most of the guests had too much to drink and got rowdy. It didn’t bother you, though since you got paid overtime to work the cleanup. You had gotten to the compound late as most of the guests were already leaving, but your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw Javi laughing and having a good time.

But now, everyone had left and it was just you in a big empty room with only trash to keep you company. Or so you thought.

“Would you like some help, querida?” a soft voice broke through the quiet in the room.

You gasped and jumped, startled by the sudden presence behind you. But, you instantly relaxed when you saw Javi standing there, “Señor Gutierrez,” you breathed.

Javi smiled brightly at you, lighting up the dimmed room and bringing the sun into the night, “Querida, how many times have I asked you to call me Javi?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as your skin warmed, “Javi…” You finally replied and finally caved into his ongoing request.

“That’s better,” he dropped down to his knees next to you, “Now back to my first question,” Javi’s tone was soft as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath, “Would you like some help?”

Lost in his eyes, it took you several moments to answer. And you were sure he caught the way your eyes dropped down to his lips for a moment before you spoke, “It…” you cleared your throat as you found your voice, “It isn’t your job señ… Javi.”

“I know,” his kindness was reflected in his voice as he covered your hand with his and slipped out what you were holding, “But I want to help. And…” he paused, “I want to spend some time with you.”

Your mouth dropped open and you were sure Javi felt the heat that radiated from your skin, “Uhh,” you stuttered, “Thank you,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze down, too nervous to meet his eyes again.

I will always come to your rescue, Javi thought as he let out a short laugh and helped you clean up in silence. The silence, however, was comfortable, and you never felt his warmth go far from your body. Soft rustling was the only sound in the room as you and Javi picked up together. It felt… normal… comfortable. As if the two of you were the hosts and you cleaned up after all your friends left. As time passed, Javi broke the silence with light conversation, and it only made the illusion stronger.

With Javi’s help, you got the space clean enough in no time, “I’ll leave the rest of the glasses for the morning,” you thought out loud, “I think that's it,” you turned to him, “Thanks, Javi.”

He reached out and gently cupped your face as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “You are welcome, querida,” Javi said as he stroked his thumb across your cheek. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned into his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and hold you tight.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt comforted by his touch. You were sure he could feel the way your pulse pounded through your veins, and when he whispered your name, you opened your eyes to meet his.

“Javi…” you breathed, lost in your emotions.

The two of you stared at each other, lost in the other’s eyes. Slowly, you both leaned in close to each other, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javi’s gaze glance down at your lips. You trembled in his grasp, and part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. As his face got closer to yours, you felt his breath on your skin and it made goosebumps erupt on your skin.

But, just as Javi’s lips ghosted over yours, you suddenly got nervous and pulled back at the last moment. You cleared your throat as you mumbled an apology, “Sorry, I…”

But Javi didn’t allow you to complete the thought, “It’s late,” he interrupted, not wanting to hear your rejection, “Would you like to stay here for the night? I do not want you to be out this time of night.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “Are you sure?” you asked in a whisper.

Javi smiled softly at you as he brushed your cheek, “Anything for mi favorita,” he winked at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes went wide, “O-ok…”

“Come,” he stood and offered you his hand, “I will set us up by the fireplace downstairs and put on a movie.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied as you slid your hand in his.

With a grunt, Javi helped you to your feet, and when your faces were only inches away again, your both froze. Your lips parted as your eyes dropped down to his lips again, and you saw Javi mirror your action. Together, the two of you stayed still for several long moments. Only this time, Javi didn’t try to close the gap, and instead cleared his throat and led the way.

“This is the most comfortable blanket I’ve ever used,” you sighed as you settled onto Javi’s couch. He let you use his shower and you changed into the spare clothes you always kept on the compound just in case.

“Only the best for you, querida,” Javi smiled at you as he poured two glasses of wine and turned on a movie, “I hope this selection is ok for you,” he sounded unusually sheepish as National Treasure started.

You returned the smile as you grabbed one of the glasses, “Only if it’s a double feature with both,” you raised your glass and waited for him to do the same.

Javi’s face lit up with excitement, “Of course!” he didn’t bother to hide his glee as he clinked his glass with yours, “Salud.”

“Salud,” you tapped your glass against his and you both took a sip before you settled in.

Comfortable and exhausted, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on Javi’s couch. As your body relaxed, you slumped over in your sleep and your head rested on his shoulder. Javi glanced down and his heart fluttered as he saw you sound asleep against him. Not wanting to disturb you… or move you… he adjusted himself so that he slung his arm around you and he held you tightly until he too dozed off. Neither of you made it through the first movie.

When the sun hit your face, you groaned softly as you yawned before you opened your eyes. Groggy from sleep, it took you a few moments to remember where you stayed for the night. But, you gasped when you realized that you fell asleep against Javi, and that he fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You shot up with a start, which woke Javi, “Querida!” he exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you breathed, “I just… I didn’t mean to…” you gestured around you.

Javi softened, “Do not apologize, querida,” he supped your face again, “It was a wonderful sleep… Even if we didn’t make it through the move,” he added with a laugh.

That put you more at ease, “I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime? And actually watch the movies,” you laughed as you suddenly felt more brave around him.

“I would like that,” Javi whispered as his gaze lingered on you for several moments.

Again, you felt captivated by his eyes on you, as if he cast some spell on you that froze you in place. But, it was something you were willing to cave to. And once again, you leaned in closer to him, your lips hovering just over his.

But, this time you were interrupted by the chime of the clock that made you both jump with a gasp. Your eyes went wide as you realized what time it was, “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “I’m late,” you looked at Javi, “I gotta go.”

Javi looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Go,” he said, “I will tell Señora Flora that you stayed late and not to punish you.”

You gave him a pleading look as you did something unexpected: you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, Javi,” you whispered before you scurried away, leaving Javi on the couch with a dumbfounded grin on his face.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Gutierrez,” a sinister-looking man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, “We look forward to doing business with you,” he smiled darkly.

Javi and Lucas sat on the other end of the table, both on high alert. It was a private meeting, and you only stepped in briefly as they got started to offer drinks and refreshments. As you walked by the leader, he greeted you in Russian and gave you a smirk that made your skin crawl. You thought for a moment that he was going to try and reach for you, but Javi cleared his throat and got his attention before he could.

“We look forward to working with you too, Señor,” Javi didn’t sound like himself. He didn’t look like himself either. He kept a tough facade as a deep scowl shadowed on his face. But it only hid his true feelings, and he killed him inside that he couldn’t just grab you and hold you close, shielding you from these unsavory men.

The Russian looked over at Javi and gave him a nod before he turned his attention to you once more, “You certainly have very pretty help, Mr. Gutierrez,” he commented.

Everything in you told you to run, to slap him, to do something. But, you knew better, and all you did was nod once before you turned and left the room as quickly as possible. You felt the Russian’s gaze on you, but Javi also watched with great intensity. It wasn’t until the door shut behind you that you finally let out a deep breath.

Javi kept his guard up the entire meeting, feeling even more on edge after the way the Russian looked at you.

The next day when you arrived at the compound, you were immediately greeted by Javi. He looked like he didn’t sleep well, and it was clear by the look on your face that you didn’t either. Both of you were haunted by the encounter yesterday, and Javi had spent all night worrying about you. He wanted more than anything to keep you there overnight, scared that the Russians might find you.

“Javi,” you exhaled, “Are you ok?”

Javi sighed your name with relief, “Come with me, querida,” he extended his hand, “I want to show you something.”

“But…”

“Do not worry,” he smiled softly at you, “I am the boss, remember?” he winked and suddenly all the tension and worry melted from your body.

“Ok,” you breathed as you took his hand, “Where are we going?”

Javi only grinned at you.

“Wow,” you breathed in awe, “This is…”

“Beautiful,” Javi finished your thought as his gaze never left your figure.

Javi had led you to his truck and drove you out into the cliffs, away from the compound, from your lives, from everything. The view of the sea was even more stunning from here, and the calm and the fresh air surrounded you. While you took in your setting and admired the views, Javi never took his eyes off of you.

“Listen, querida,” Javi started as he shuffled closer to you, “About yesterday…”

You felt like your heart was about to explode from your chest, especially when Javi looked at you like that, “Yes…?”

Before he could voice his thoughts, the sudden sound of a gunshot from the distance made you and Javi jump. Another gunshot went off, and you screamed as the dirt only a few inches away from you blew up into the air. In the distance, you saw a truck with several men inside, all of them armed. Although you couldn’t make out their faces, you had a guess that they were the Russians that Javi and Lucas met with the day before.

“Hurry, querida,” Javi reached for you, “Take my hand.”

Everything happened so fast, you hardly processed it. Javi grabbed your hand and led you through the forest along the cliffs. The sounds of gunshots and shouts in Russian echoed through the wilderness. Javi weaved you both through the trees as the Russian yelled taunts at you both.

“You cannot keep the woman safe, Mr. Gutierrez,” a heavily Russian accented voice called through the forest, “We will find you, and kill you. And then she is mine.”

The truck spun around and cut off the path that Javi and you ran in. He stopped short, keeping you behind him as they aimed their guns at you both. Thinking quickly, Javi grabbed you and launched you both down a hill.

You both grunted and shouted as you rolled down a short way before you landed in a clearing with a gasp. Javi groaned as he shook his head before he scrambled to his feet and grabbed your hand again, “Quickly, querida!” He yanked you forward as he led you behind a large boulder, “This will keep us safe for now,” he huffed.

“Javi, what are we gonna do?” you huffed, out of breath from running.

Javi stopped his frantic panic for a moment and corrupted your face with both hands, “Look at me, querida,” he waited for your eyes to lock with his before he continued, “I promise, I will keep you safe. Just trust me.”

You swallowed hard, “I trust you, Javi.”

“Good,” his lips pressed together firmly as his hair fell into his face.

Javi kept you covered as best he could while he pulled out two things: his phone and his gun. You gasped when you realized he always carried it with him, and if the situation wasn’t so dire you would have thought more about it. But, another gunshot from the distance interrupted your thoughts.

“Lucas!” Javi shouted on the phone. He yelped as another shot rang through the air and hit the rock you currently used for cover. Without thinking, Javi pushed you down to the ground as he quickly told his cousin where to find you. “These fucking Russians,” he mumbled to himself as he tucked your head into his chest, “Stay down, querida,” Javi told you, “I promise I will not let anything happen to you.”

All you could do was cling to Javi’s shirt. You hated the helpless feeling and the fear that flowed through you. But, you also knew that Javi would keep you safe, and his strong arms around you was a comfort in the situation. You took comfort in the echo of Javi’s voice from earlier, telling you that he would always come to your rescue.

“There you are,” a thick Russian accent came from behind you and Javi.

You both gasped as you turned around and found the leader had found his way behind the rock and pointed his gun right at you and Javi. Javi hissed a string of curses in Spanish as he pulled you as close as he possibly could.

But, before the Russian could fire at you, a shot rang from behind him and he fell forward, dead.

“Do not look, querida,” Javi huffed as he blocked your vision.

Your vision was blocked by Javi’s hand over your eyes, but you heard the shouts of Lucas and Javi’s security team. And the barrage of gunfire made your ears ring until suddenly silence filled the air. Just as quickly as it started, all the shooting stopped, and it wasn’t until Javi made sure that the area was clear that he finally loosened his grip on you.

“It's over,” he sighed as he looked you up and down, “You’re alright.” Javi looked around before he stood up and acknowledged his allies.

“Javi…”

“Come with me, querida,” Javi reached out and took your hand once more, “I want you to stay at the compound tonight until I know you will not be a target anymore.”

All you could do was nod as you followed Javi back into the safety of the compound.

You spent the rest of the day in a daze as you replayed the chase over and over again. Javi insisted you stayed in his bedroom, and even as you stayed in his large, luxurious shower for so long that the water ran cold, you knew he was just outside the door. Once you opened the door wearing nothing but a robe, you were immediately face to face with Javi, who looked more worried than you had ever seen him.

“Are you alright, querida?” he asked as he looked you over.

“I’m ok,” your voice was hushed as you sounded meek.

“Come here,” Javi rested his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit on his bed. Once you were seated, he looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen, “I’m so sorry, querida,” Javi’s face dropped, “They must have seen how much I care about you, and it put you at risk.”

“Javi…”

“I never wanted you to get hurt,” he continued, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes, “All I want to do is protect you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You froze.

“I just…” he sighed, “I cannot lose you… Te quiero, querida,” Javi’s confession came from his heart as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. His hands on you stayed firm and you felt the tension in his grip.

The dam broke, and without a word you launched yourself forward and crashed your lips to his. Javi’s muffled moan vibrated between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you and immediately reciprocated the kiss. All the months of longing and lingering touches cumulated in his kiss.

Javi murmured your name as you both broke away for a breath before he yanked you close and kissed you again. This time, he swallowed the moan you let out as you both clung to each other as if you were both afraid the other would disappear.

Neither of you were sure who moved first, but you both simultaneously began to tug at the other’s clothes. Javi stripped you more quickly, with only the robe covering your body, but you made quick work of the button down shirt and linen pants he wore.

As you yanked his pants off, you straddled Javi’s waist and pushed him down onto his back. All the breath was forced out of his lungs, but Javi never broke eye contact with you. He looked up at you like you were a goddess and he was just a lowly worshiper. But, Javi would worship you every day, every night, every moment he could. He would do anything for you.

“Javi,” you breathed as you leaned forward, your folds rocking along his cock as you did so, “I love you too,” your voice was soft as your lips hovered over his before you closed the gap once more.

He mumbled your hand as he grabbed onto your hips, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of your body. Soft moans from both of you filled the room as you rocked yourself along Javi’s hardening cock until the desperation was too much for both of you.

“Fuck,” Javi hissed as the warmth spread across his whole body.

You bit your lip as you lined yourself up with the tip of his cock and slowly sank down. A loud moan escaped your lips as he cock pushed into you, stretching you out so wonderfully. Both you and Javi let out a string of curses as his cock filled you more and more until your hips met his.

“Shit, Javi,” you breathed, “Fuck…”

“You feel so good, querida,” Javi groaned as he trailed his hands up your sides and pulled you forward for another kiss.

Slowly, you rocked yourself along Javi’s body, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you while his tongue tangled with yours. Javi’s arms stayed wrapped around you, too afraid to even loosen his grip on you while you rode him harder.

“I am never letting you go querida,” Javi mumbled as your warmth engulfed him over and over again as you bounced on his cock, “I promise, I will never let anything happen to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Javi… Fuck,” you moaned against his lips, “I’ve thought about this for so long…”

“So have I,” Javi grunted your name, “Fuck… Let me feel you cum, querida.”

You let out a loud moan as your clit rubbed against Javi’s hips and his cock hit spots so deep inside you that you saw stars. You held onto his shoulders as you rode him harder and faster, desperately chasing your climax. Mumbled words of praise spilled from Javi’s lips as his own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Together, you and Javi came at the same time. Your bodies trembled against the other as you clung desperately while you rode out your climaxes. Loud moans and groans filled the room and skin slapped against skin until you lost all your strength and collapsed down on top of him.

Javi kept his arms around you as he rolled you over onto your side, slipping out of you in the process. You shivered as you felt a sudden emptiness without Javi’s cock inside you and you let out a soft whimper.

“I’ve got you, querida,” Javi whispered as he guided your head to rest on his chest.

You sighed contently as you felt his pounding heart against your body, “I know you do,” you murmured.

Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for some time. Javi tenderly stroked your back, and if it weren’t for your racing thoughts, you would have easily fallen asleep safe in his arms. But, between the attack and the heated confession, you had too much weighing on you.

“What happens now, Javi?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Javi let out a deep breath, “We have to hope the Russians did not get in touch with anyone else,” he sounded bitter, “But we have to assume that there will be others who will try to use you to hurt me,” he paused as he kissed the top of your head, “Do not worry, querida, I will never allow that to happen.”

You shifted yourself to look into his eyes, “I know you won’t,” you sounded confident, “I trust you, Javi.”

He smiled softly at you as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a soft and tender kiss, “No matter what, you will be safe with me.”

It was a promise, not only to you, but to himself. Javi had never cared about anyone the way he cared about you. No matter what the future held, there was one thing Javi was certain of: he would keep you close and keep you safe. But, the future could wait until morning. For now, Javi just wanted to enjoy this moment here in his bed with you in his arms.

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mirasantidotes · 1 year

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 3

(GIFS NOT MINE)

If you haven't already, please read chapters one and two before reading this one. This cannot be read as a standalone.

Summary: After your “date” with Javi, you've been waiting for over a week for that promised ‘next time,’ hoping you’d hear your phone ringing and it would be him. However, just as you’re beginning to lose hope, you receive a call from the man you’ve been wanting to see, and he asks you out on a special day with him.

Character pairing: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT) x fem!reader

Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, somewhat shy!javi, sunshine!reader, very fluffy (your teeth will rot!), reader goes to college late in life, reader lives in pain, no use of y/n, javi calls reader hermosa and sweetheart, eventual established relationship

Word Count: 3.93K

A/N: It took forever, but finally here's chapter 3 <3 My requests are open so if you have any prompts, just send an ask or comment!

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You wake up in your messy dorm room to the sound of your phone alarm ringing on your bedside table. You groan before turning it off groggily. You haven’t been thinking straight lately— your mind drifting more than often to the thought of Javi. It’s been more than a week since you’d last seen him and he promised that ‘next time,’ but it hasn’t happened yet— he hasn’t even called you.

You thought about walking to his house to see how he was, but you decided against it and wanted to know if he was genuinely interested in you like you were in him. If that next time really mattered as much to him as it did you.

After laying in your bed for a few minutes on your phone, you finally get up and get dressed for your lectures for the day. You quickly make some toast and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder before leaving for your first class.

You try your best to focus on what your professors are saying, but their words often just mush together to form incoherent mumbles in the background. Just after 1 P.M., you leave your final lecture before lunch, and you walk off of your campus and to a small cafe a few minutes away that happens to be rather popular with the students in your college since it’s so close and somewhat cheap.

As you sit down with the pastry you ordered, you hear your phone buzzing in your bag next to you. You pull your phone out, reading the number— it wasn’t one you recognized. You thought to yourself, was it Javi? You swipe on your phone to answer it before lifting it to your ear and greeting whoever is on the other end of the line.

The voice you’ve been dying to hear for over a week replies, “Hey, hermosa,” he says sweetly, making your heart flutter at the nickname, “It’s Javi.” You could swear you could hear the smile on his face through his words. You feel your body have a small heat flash from the pure excitement you had rushing through your body— all that stress from the past week just melting away instantly.

“Hey, Javi!” you gushed, a smile and a light pink rising on your face.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called—” he pauses, a sad tone weaving through his words, “how have you been?” he finishes, slightly happier than his previous statement.

“It’s okay, Javi,” you say, shaking your head as if he could see you, “I’ve been good; how about you?”

“I’ve been good too, thank you,” he says happily. “Hey, I was thinking— I want to take you out tomorrow if you’re free, of course.”

Your feelings feel like they’re about to explode out of your body, “Yeah, I’m free tomorrow,” you chirp, a smile brighter than ever forming on your face.

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning around nine, okay, sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, ensuring that time worked for you.

Even if it didn’t, you’d make it work; you’d drop anything to spend time with him. “Sure, that works for me,” you grin, your mind racing with what tomorrow will entail.

Javi tells you he has to go, making your grin slightly diminish before he reassures you that he will see you tomorrow. You say goodbye to him before he says, “Bye, hermosa,” and the two of you end the call.

You saved Javi’s number as you finished eating your pastry before you had to return to your afternoon lecture. Your day just got a whole lot better.

You finished the rest of your day smoothly— it blasted by with the blink of your eye. You went home and set your alarm to 7:30 A.M. so that you have more than enough time to pick your best outfit and doll up for him. You text him and ask how you should dress for tomorrow since he didn’t tell you his plans for the two of you. He replies almost instantly and tells you to dress comfortably.

For the remainder of the night, your mind wanders to where he’ll take you tomorrow and what kind of memories you’ll make with the man you’ve been falling oh so hard for. Javi was different for some reason, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on precisely what.

You watch some TV for a few hours before you walk half asleep to your bed and finally drift into a deep sleep for the night.

—

The following morning, you’re awoken by the sound of your alarm, like always— jolting you awake. Immediately, your mind wakes up from the genuine excitement you feel, and you quickly get out of bed before turning to your closet to pick out an outfit. Remembering Javi’s words to dress comfortably, and since the weather in Spain is getting hotter, you opt to wear your favorite t-shirt and shorts— comfortable yet classy enough to impress him.

You sit down in front of your mirror and apply some light makeup, and before you know it, you hear a knock on your door. You stand up, walking to your door before taking a few deep breaths and opening your door to a smiling Javi— eyes widening when he sees you, looking you up and down innocently.

“Good morning, hermosa,” he says in that tone that makes your stomach do backflips. You say good morning to him back, matching the sweetness in his voice while giving him a kind smile.

You look down to see Javi holding something behind his back, and as he notices your gaze, he takes it out. “I got you your coffee order from the shop we went to when we first met; I hope that’s okay,” he says, handing it out for you to grab with a bright smile.

You thank him while gushing at his thoughtfulness and gratefully take the coffee from his hand before stepping forward and giving him a tight hug, taking in his cedar-scented cologne. He rests one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back, pulling you closer to his form, his head resting on the side of yours, almost in the crook of your neck.

As you begin to pull away, you give him a small kiss on his cheek, the scruffiness of his beard pricking your lips as you do so. You step back, giving him a smile, which he returns.

Your stomach erupts with butterflies from realizing that you kissed him, “Come inside,” leaves your mouth in a stutter as you step aside for him to walk in.

You take notice of his outfit; a brightly orange colored shirt with faint white stripes littered throughout paired with off-white pants and a gold watch on his left hand— you’re brought out of your thoughts, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he says, smiling. Nervousness radiates off of him as he stands there, basically gawking at you with a faint heat rising on his cheeks.

You give him your thanks while nodding, “You do too, Javi,” you say with a smile as you blush back, feeling a small heat flash coming over your body at the cheesiness of your conversation. In return, he gives you a soft, hearty laugh that you could listen to all day and never get bored.

“So—” he starts, clearing his throat before looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you for a while,” he finishes as he looks up to meet your gaze.

You play with your fingers out of nervousness, “It’s okay, Javi, I’m sure you had your reasons—”

“About that,” he hesitates, “the reason I took so long was because I was trying to make reservations for us to go out, but I couldn’t get them all on the same day until today—” he rambles.

“Javi—” you intervene, his nervous ramble as you step forward and take his hand in yours, “It’s okay, really,” you say, giving him the most reassuring smile you can give him. “Now, where are you taking me?” you ask playfully, tilting your head slightly, still smiling.

“It’s a surprise,” he says with a grin, “you’ll have to see when we get there,” he says proudly, squeezing your hand. “We should get going, actually,” leaves his mouth as he takes a sneaky glance at his watch, hand still in yours tightly.

You nod before letting go of his hand and tell him you just have to grab your wallet and phone— you stick them both in your pocket and turn back to see him already by the front door with a wide smile.

You walk up to him, and you both step out of your dorm— him letting you go first before you turn back around to lock it. As you turn to face him, you give him a sweet smile, and he wraps his arm around your upper back, pulling you close as the two of you walk out to his car. As you do so, he opens the door for you to hop in before closing it behind you and walking around to the driver’s side.

After driving for a while, he looks at you with a small smile forming on his lips, “Okay, sweetheart, close your eyes,” he says before returning his gaze to the road he’s driving on.

“Why?” you ask, giggling.

“Just close them,” he says, looking at you, “where we’re going is a surprise until we get there,” he finishes, and finally, you oblige with a slight huff leaving your mouth in playful annoyance.

After a few more minutes of driving combined with the playful banter of threatening to peek, you feel Javi’s car stop and the sound of the engine turning off. You hear some shuffling in the back of the car before you hear him getting out of the car and going around to help you get out, eyes still closed with a warm smile on your face.

As you get out, you feel his hands resting gently on your arms as he turns your body around with your back facing the car, “No peeking, ‘kay?” he says softly. You laugh and agree to his terms— he guides your body gently, making you walk forward slowly, making you feel more butterflies in your stomach with each step you take, wondering what the surprise could be.

You feel small weeds and grass brushing against your ankle, wondering if you are where you thought you were. With a final few steps, Javi positions you in the correct spot according to him and finally tells you to open your eyes.

Your eyes flicker open, adjusting to the bright environment around you for a moment before you see the flower field you two saw when you first met— a gentle smile accompanied by heat rising on your face. Javi leans near your ear, his large hands still resting on your arms. He whispers a soft, “I wanted to have a picnic here first before we did anything else.” He lets go of your figure and walks in front of you backwards, lifting a picnic basket in the air as he returns your smile.

You can’t help but grin even brighter at his thoughtfulness before rushing to where he is so you can help him set up the picnic.

—

After setting up the picnic, he pulls out a box from the bakery you mentioned to Javi on a previous day that just so happened to be your favorite. The two of you begin eating, “Hold on, hermosa,” he says, catching your attention. You see him rummaging in his bag, “Stay just like that,” he finishes as he pulls out a Polaroid camera, aiming at you, causing both of you to laugh in the moment. You hear the soft click of the camera, signaling a picture has just been taken.

He lowers the camera and pulls out the picture he just took. He shakes it back and forth gently in his hand as he waits for it to develop. After a few short moments, he stops shaking it and looks at it before a bright smile washes over his face.

You shift yourself closer to him so you can see the photo, and once you do, you let out a few soft chuckles. Javi, still looking at the photo, “You really do look beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispers, almost inaudibly. If the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees were any louder, you probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

His eyes meet yours before you lower your head onto his shoulder. He begins putting the camera back in the bag before you gently grab his arm, motioning for him to stop. You tell him to hold on, smiling as you lift your head off his shoulder. You take the camera from his hands as you scoot yourself back while lifting the camera to your eye. “Smile, Javi,” you say, a slight blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. You swear you could look at this man for hours and never get bored of his brown curls, or the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

As he’s unable to contain his smile, you push down on the shutter button, taking a picture of a flustered Javi sitting before you. You lower the camera and take out the Polaroid, waving it back and forth just as Javi had done. You move back next to him and you lay your head on his shoulder again before lifting the now-developed photo so you both can observe it.

“You look so pretty,” you say playfully, slightly higher pitched than intended, making Javi laugh. He thanks you for your compliment before resting his head on yours and wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. His calloused fingers tracing small shapes on your bare arm, sending small chills up your spine despite the almost-summer heat.

As the two of you finish eating, still laying your head on his shoulder, Javi looks at his watch, “We should probably get going, hermosa,” he says, looking down at you. You nod and help him pick up your belongings, making sure to grab the polaroids of each other for safekeeping— setting everything in the back of Javi’s car.

After what seemed like twenty minutes of driving and a few small conversations later, Javi pulls into the parking lot of an intricate yet historic-looking building with large windows— you almost recognize it. Still, you can’t quite think of where you’ve seen it before.

The parking lot is empty as Javi turns off the car’s engine. He mutters a quiet ‘here we are’ before hopping out of his car, and as you’re about to step out yourself, he’s already opening the door for you. “This is the reservation I was talking about this morning,” he says before explaining it’s an art gallery, “I figured since you’re an art major, you’d enjoy going here,” he rambles, giving you a smile as the two of you walk up to the building. You give him your thanks for his thoughtfulness, giving him a smile in return.

The excitement fills your body as you glance at the paintings and sculptures littered throughout the empty gallery that Javi managed somehow to finesse all to yourselves for a few hours. As the two of you walk around the museum, grins creep up on both of your faces. The vivid colors of each painting were more than delightful to your and his eyes, and you couldn’t help but relish in the experience of taking in all the art before you that you had learned about in your art major.

On occasion, you would spot a painting or sculpture you would recognize, and Javi would listen more than contently as you’d explain the backstory to each one. He’d always make you have a cheerful smile on your face when he’d ask questions— it made your heart flutter that he was just as excited about this as you were.

Javi, at some point, managed to slip his hand into yours as the two of you walked around the museum— taking in the beauty in all the different pieces; each time he squeezed your hand gently and reminded you of it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“These are all so beautiful, Javi, thank you for taking me here,” you say softly as you look at him with a bright smile— your hand still intertwined with his.

He returns your smile, “You’re more than welcome, sweetheart—” he says, “I think you’re much more beautiful than any of these pieces, though,” he finishes as he motions to the art around you, heat rising on his cheeks.

You giggle at the cheesiness of his comment, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as the two of you finish walking around the rest of the museum. When the two of you are finally done looking around, the two of you walk back to his car— Javi, of course, opening the doors for you along the way, as usual.

“We have one more place to go, hermosa,” he says, looking over sweetly at you as he puts his seatbelt on— you give him a nod as you put yours on as well.

After a short drive, you begin seeing palm trees placed strategically on the side of the road and the smell of salt and warmed sand filling your lungs. The distant sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping made you smile— he was taking you to the beach, and unknowingly to him, it was one of your favorite places, besides the library, of course.

After a few more minutes, Javi pulls into the parking lot of a quaint beach house; he removes his seatbelt, and you follow his action. The two of you get out, and you follow Javi to the front door of the building. “This place is so pretty,” you say, looking around at the cozy beach house before you.

“Wait until you see the beach, sweetheart,” he replies, shooting you a gentle smile before unlocking the door and walking in. The two of you walk through the building full of traditional blues and yellows that color the walls and interior and the large windows shining giant rays of sunset lighting through them.

The two of you take off your shoes and walk out onto the beach. The warm sun hits your skin, lightly illuminating your and his features. “Let’s go for a walk, hermosa,” he says, holding his hand out for yours, and you gladly take it, intertwining your fingers with his once more, feeling the callousness of his fingers against yours.

After walking up the beach about half a mile, sharing short conversations and smiles at each other with short bursts of laughter filling the ocean’s air, the two of you walk back near the beach house. “Let’s sit down here,” Javi says, motioning to a spot in the sand just above where the shore hits and falls back into the ocean.

Still holding hands, you sit and watch the sunset together. You and Javi notice dolphins playing with each other, letting out squeaky laughter and blowing out water above them, making you both smile. By now, the warm sand was covering your legs and feet, and though the texture of sand always annoyed you, it was more than bearable because of just how content you felt being here with Javi on this beautiful beach.

Javi let go of your hand and put his arm around the small of your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling closer to him. The sunset sky was ablaze with colors that made your jaw drop just slightly from just how beautiful it was, and the thought of Javi taking you here to end your day made your heart warmer than the summer sand you sat on.

His arm encapsulates your body, and his cedar-like scent mixing with the warm saltiness from the ocean fills your lungs— you feel like you’re the only two people in the world— his hand lifts from your waist to rest on your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. “What’re you thinking about?” he asks, causing you to lift your head enough to look at him.

“Nothin’ important,” you reply, nudging him slightly; truthfully, you were thinking about how much you’re starting to fall for Javi—

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he says in a whisper, lowering his head to look at his lap.

“What is it?” you reply, lifting your head completely off his shoulder to look at him, raising your eyebrows slightly.

He raises his head again to meet your gaze before removing his hand from your hair and taking his hand in yours. He sighs before speaking, “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me.”

You sat back for a moment, looking between his words, trying to figure out if he was falling just as hard as you are— or if you were going to be rejected if you let out even a sliver of your feelings come to the surface; contemplating whether or not he was asking you what you thought he was asking, and wondering if he means something more.

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking, Javi?” you say softly as you tilt your head, looking into his eyes.

He breaks eye contact and looks down at your intertwined fingers as he traces small shapes on the back of your hand with his thumb before nodding. The heat rose on his cheeks, making him feel shy. You look at his face, putting your other hand on his cheek— his light stubble pricking your hand. He lifts his head up to meet your eyes— you nod, “Yeah, I will,” you reply, causing a bright smile to erupt on his face, making both of you giggle.

He leans in and kisses your forehead while squeezing your hand before pulling you into a hug. You rest your head in the crook of his neck. As he pulls away he gives you a kiss on your cheek before he rests his forehead on yours, “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says pulling away, looking at you.

“You are too, Javi,” you say, giving him a warm smile.

He pulls you closer to him and you lean your head back on his shoulder and he rests his head on yours as the two of you shift your attention to the sunset before you. “I booked this house for the weekend, by the way,” he says, putting a smile on your face. You lift your head up to kiss his cheek before resting your head back on his shoulder.

“Today was really fun, Javi, thank you,” you say as you’re unable to hide the smile on your face.

“No need to thank me, hermosa,” he says, holding you tighter before giving a tender kiss on the crown of your head. You feel unbelievably content in this moment and you don’t want it to end— but you’re more than curious to see what you and Javi blossom into.

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