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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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radiowallet · 2 years

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Not Bored

Summary: Javi and you spend a quiet night together watching a movie and your restlessness distracts Javi in the best way possible. WC: 2.9K Pairing: Javi G. x Female!Reader (established relationship) Warnings: 18+ Minors be gone! Unprotected sex, cock warming, edging, dirty talk, dirty talk, praising. A/N: No beta for this one. It goes into battle without fear! BUT big thanks to @jazzelsaur @magpie-to-the-morning and @write-and-buried who I definitely tortured in the DM's by sending bits and pieces of this too as I was writing it.

Masterlist

You are bored.

You don’t even remember what this movie is supposed to be about; all you know is that Javi promised it would change your life. A promise he makes regularly but you never complain or dispute. He usually always makes just the right choice, having nailed down your tastes with amazing accuracy and dedicated passion.

No matter the genre, the pictures playing out in front of you are always able to keep both of you glued to the screen, but tonight is different. You’re restless, fidgety, having lost the plot thread 10 minutes in. The dialogue is stilted, the opening scene stretching on much too long, and Javi is sitting next to you in lime green sweatpants looking far better than he has any right to.

Lime green.

And doing nothing to hide the size of him.

He notices your wandering eye almost right away, one thick finger touching your chin gently, moving your head back in the direction of the television.

“You are missing important lines, mi flor.”

You stifle a sigh and turn back to the movie, only pouting a little bit when the warmth of Javi’s finger leaves your skin, but it doesn’t go far, trailing a slow path down your shoulder to rest on the curve of your hip. He’s already focused back on the screen, his lips moving along silently with the actors, his breath tickling in your ear, and you can’t help but shiver from his gentle touch. You do your very best, Javi’s enthusiasm for the story bleeding into your mood, but only barely, and soon enough you're fidgeting in your seat again, restless fingers finding the meat of Javi’s thighs.

“Mi floooor,” he warns one more time, but he doesn’t stop you, instead spreading his legs a little wider. You know he’s baiting you, setting a trap meant to punish you for your lost focus. It doesn’t stop you. In fact you feel emboldened; you’re happy to be swept up in one of Javi’s games, knowing he means it in only the most joyful ways and that in the end you’ll both win. You let the tip of your index finger go up, carving a path around the outline of his cock, already half hard from your teasing touch.

You make two more passes before giving up all pretense of watching the movie. On the third trip up and around the full length of him, you look down, content to watch the shape of him grow thicker. When you reach the tip, you circle it with a little bit more pressure, licking your lips as a small wet spot appears in the bright green fabric.

You hear Javi whine above you, needy and sweet, and you double your efforts, letting the palm of your hand rub at his cock, his thighs trembling from the sudden increase in pleasure. You let your lips fall to his shoulder, eternally grateful he skipped a shirt after the two of you rinsed the pool water off together, giving you the opportunity to press soft kisses into each freckle that tattoos his golden skin.

You think maybe this is how you’ll finish your night, slowly working Javi towards release as he watches what is supposedly a fantastic movie. You’d be more than happy to, no one more deserving of a night like that than Javi Gutierrez. You’re just about to slip your hand beneath the waistband of his sweats when both of his hands find your waist, fingers digging with enough strength to bruise. With little flourish he’s yanking at your leggings, pulling until they’re wrapped around your thighs, your underwear tangled up with them. You want to ask for an explanation but Javi is one step ahead of you, pulling out his cock– hard and leaking– and then suddenly you’re in his lap, your back pressed to his chest and the entire length of him is splitting up inside you.

The cry you let out is strangled, a mix of pain bleeding bright into pleasure as Javi’s girth stretches you open. He thrusts up inside you once, the angle shooting stars into your vision, and then he’s settling back into the couch, his hands holding you firmly in place against the hard planes of his chest.

“This is okay?” His question is whispered, voice sweet, apologetic.

You breathe out a “yes” knowing he needs to hear you say it.

“Now,” he chides, voice rising in volume, teeth nipping at your ear, “you will focus, little flower and watch this movie with me, sì?”

You mewl pathetically, realization slipping cold down your back to mix with the hot waves of arousal swimming in your belly. Javi’s intent is clear; he plans to keep you here, his cock sitting heavy inside your pussy, refusing to move until the last of the credits roll across the screen. You try once to shift your hips back, but his grip is like iron, fingers digging into you, holding you firmly in place. Another moan falls out of you, louder this time and Javi tuts in your ear.

“We will have to rewind a few minutes. We must not miss key elements.”

And then he does just that, one hand fumbling for the remote, rewinding the movie back two full minutes, his lips pressed firmly to the spot behind your ear, his eyes focused on the television screen. You feel another little wave of pleasure rip through you at his firm tone, but you trap it as best you can, teeth digging into your bottom lip. It feels filthy in the best ways, your legs stretched open, thighs falling on either side of Javi’s, your lower half on display to the empty theater room, slick arousal leaking out of you.

You can feel it sliding out around Javi’s cock, dripping down your legs to the couch below. You want to be embarrassed but you can’t find the strength, your body lost to the feeling of him inside you, your mind heavy with the fog of JaviJaviJavi. Every inch of him is pulsing inside of you and the thought has you delirious. Your skin is on fire, and you're hungry for more, wishing you could shift your hips in search of relief. Your blood is humming with that delicious spark of pleasure, the kind that starts in your stomach slowly unfurls until everything is too bright, too loud, too everything.

You make one more pitiful effort to move your hips back, searching for friction but Javi only holds you tighter, teeth nipping at your ear as he growls, rewinding the movie yet again. You choke back a sob, willing your body to settle against his chest, your fingers clawing at the soft blanket that has pooled uselessly around you. This seems to appease Javi for the time being, his hands loosening slightly around the curve of your hips, petting at your thighs with the pads of his fingers, soothing the spot he scraped raw with a gentle kiss.

“Good girl. Let us finish, and then I promise, I will take good care of you.”

Your legs clench without warning at his praise, but you manage to stay silent, earning you one more kiss to your neck before Javi’s attention returns fully to the movie. You spend the next hour in a haze, stretched and full and needy, unable to focus on anything other than warm skin and strong hands. At some point you give up all pretense that you’re paying attention, burying your head into the curve of Javi’s shoulder, inhaling the smell of sweet red wine that seems to cling to him. You’ve never been more grateful that he leaves you be. He seems content to watch the rest of the film alone as he warms himself inside you and you’re content to let him.

You can feel his breath coming in short puffs through his nose, his pulse picking up speed where your lips rest against his neck. You know you aren’t the only one affected and it gives you the smallest amount of satisfaction that Javi’s plan is backfiring just a tiny bit. One hand starts to drift from your waist up your ribcage, goosebumps peppering your sweat-damp skin. It’s a steady sweep up your torso and back down again, his touch going higher each time until finally he gives in to his own needs and cups your breast in one huge hand.

You see your chance, a small one, knowing how much Javi loves to lose himself in your breasts. There had been nights that lasted well into the next day where hours upon hours were spent with his face pressed between them, nuzzling and sucking and kissing at the tender flesh until you were both desperate and begging for more. You turn your head just enough to find his ear, kissing gently between your words.

“Wanna fuck my tits, sweet boy?”

He doesn’t answer you right away, his jaw ticking with a slight grunt, and you think maybe he’s considering your offer, but then there’s a sharp pinch to your pebbled nipple through the thin cotton of your shirt, drawing a cry from your lips, bringing your pleasure back into sharp focus. He chuckles in your ear, teasing and sweet, before once again reaching for the remote. You sob into his neck, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but Javi shushes you gently even as he rewinds the movie back another few minutes.

“We’re almost there, mi flor. You’re doing so well. I promise it’s almost done.”

Almost done is a stretch, because even as the credits start to roll Javi doesn’t move, watching patiently as each and every name of the cast and crew flies by. You can hear his voice in your ear, genuine and kind, as he reminds you how hard everyone works to make a movie happen. Your fingers grab at your highs, nails digging into your skin, sweat pearling at your temples as you fight the instinct to thrust down as hard as you can. You close your eyes and breathe in slowly through your nose, sparks firing rapidly inside you. You wonder if you’re going to pass out, your body pulled to its breaking point, the pleasure starting to bleed back to pain.

You feel Javi smile into your cheek, your name whispered softly into the heat of your skin, a prayer he sends up every time he gets to be inside you, and you close your eyes in a silent wish for relief. His hands are moving, both leaving the turn of your hips and in turn cupping your breasts, squeezing the flesh hard, his thumbs making twin patterns around the hard peak of your nipples. His hips are rolling up, shallow little thrusts that send you into a frenzy and you’re suddenly crying in relief.

“So good, mi flor. So good. Every time you clenched around me I thought I was done for.”

The pad of one thumb finds your clit, pressing down into the bundle of nerves, as his cock bumps up inside you again and again, each time pushing you closer and closer to the edge of release. His tongue never rests, adorations and praise filling up the room now the movie has gone silent.

“So tight. You are so tight. I could barely think, your beautiful pussy wrapped around me. Fuck, little flower, you’re so beautiful. I want to kiss you properly. I need to. I need…I n-need to taste you.”

His thumb moves faster, matching the cadence of his words, his frustration mounting, teeth scraping an angry mark across your neck as he begs for you to come. His voice is high-pitched, the commanding edge slipping away as you start to tighten around him.

“Please…please come for me. Come on my cock. I know that’s what you want, flower. Come for me now.”

You could never deny Javi anything, least of all this and with one final thrust up you’re shattering, your orgasm pushing into you along with the blunt head of his cock. Your back arches, shoulders digging into his chest as your body bends to his touch. You’re still shaking through the brunt of your release, crying out his name as he pulls out of you and twists you around to face him.

You register that you’re on the floor, caring little how you ended up there, and before you can give it much thought Javi is kissing you, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. It’s a soft press of lips, as tender and sweet as the man above you. His lips slide against your own over and over, decadent and slow. He takes his time, kissing you like he hasn’t already memorized the way you feel, the way you taste. His tongue patiently asks for entrance and you grant him permission, lips parting to make room for him, his mustache tickling the top of your lips. He showers you in attention, the same focus he gives the movie screen, devotion and passion pouring out of him and into you.

Somehow clothes are gone, leggings ripped and green sweatpants gone, the two of you bare to one another. His lips find yours again, one more precious kiss before he slowly slides inside of you, burying himself deep in your aching sex. You cry out his name and this time he does not shush you, but instead lets his own moans ring out loud beside your own. The sounds mix together, the perfect soundtrack to the evening and you find yourself wishing you could hear it always and forever.

Javi does not move his hips right away, the whole of him still– only with you, always with you– eyes tracing the planes of your face, curving with the bend of your cheek, admiring how the shadows move across your skin. He is greedy in how he looks at you, refusing to apologize for his hungry gaze and wide smile. You match it the best you can, letting the tips of your fingers follow the scratch of his beard and up into his curls, tugging softly, encouraging him closer, close enough to taste the wine on his breath, to smell the sun on his skin.

It’s a genuine ease that coaxes both of you to move together, your hips rising up as his hips move down. Javi holds you tight to him, one arm wrapped around you, holding you to the beat of his heart. His other hand cups your cheek, just as sweet as before, the tip of his thumb brushing at the hinge of your lips. You know this is by design; his needs, his wants fully on display. He is happy to fuck you from behind or in the dark, but will never falter in admitting that this is how he craves your most. Eyes meeting in the glow of firelight, breath mingling as he holds you close, his forehead kissing lovingly to your own.

If Javi wants to kiss you, look at you, watch as you come around his cock, then he will, and no one is going to tell him otherwise.

And so he does, kissing you deeply, swallowing down your moans of pleasure as he fucks inside you, the drag of his cock lighting your walls on fire. Everything feels too hot, too much, your body still recovering from the edges of pleasure Javi pushed you towards earlier. You’re suddenly back there again, flames licking up from the base of your spine, your pussy clenching tight around him. Bits of praise slip between his teeth, Spanish mixing with English, until it’s impossible for you to understand. It doesn’t matter– you speak to him another way, fluent in how your body moves beneath his own.

His hips shift up, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him into the heat of your body. Grunts and groans and little cries for more fill up your senses. The angle isn’t perfect, the rug beneath you too soft to support the slam of his hips, but it doesn’t matter. You’re seeing stars, shiny gold and erupting right in front of you, your orgasm crashing, first into you, and then into Javi. You can feel him pulsing inside you, all of him filling you up, painting you from the inside, and without warning you lock your legs around his waist, refusing to let him pull away.

“S-stay,” you beg, finding his eyes in the dim light of the room. “Just for a little bit longer.”

He chuckles, smile wide and eyes like honey, leaning in to peck a kiss to your lips, fingers petting at your temple as he admires the last light of your orgasm that’s coaxing across your features. For a second it’s just the two of you breathing, heart rates slowly stepping downward beat by beat, but then Javi is calling your name again, drawing your gaze up to his own.

“Are you still bored, mi flor?”

“No, no I’m not,” you promise, letting your hands card slowly through his curls, pulling a small purr from his throat. He leans in for one more kiss, nipping at your lips as he pulls away, still smiling like he has a secret he can’t wait to share.

“That’s good because someone made me an offer earlier,” he whispers, fingers finding the curve of your breast with practiced ease. His hands start to wander, shivers following the path of his gentle touch, and you know the night is only just beginning. Your eyes slip shut as Javi starts another game, and you promise him one more time, a sigh chasing your words as you breathe them out.

No. You aren’t bored at all.

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Regency!Javi Gutierrez. 867 words. "Wait! Please don't leave!" Co-written with @absurdthirst

Because we all need a little Darcy moment after the treat we got at the SAG Awards

"We should not be alone." He knows that. Everyone knows it. Even young children learn that being alone together is something only for the grown and married. Or your siblings. But certainly nothing else. So why Mr. Gutierrez is standing in your library now with mud on his boots and no waistcoat is beyond you. You certainly did not send for him, and neither did anyone else in your household.

"The day is early." Javi glances out the windows, almost surprised to see that the sun still has not quite cleared over the horizon. The night has been long, spent pacing his own library as he wrestled with his feelings. Unable to leave things without a resolution, he hadn't even stopped to dress properly, or saddle a horse. Walking across the cleared fields that separated his own estate from your father's. "No matter." He glances back at you and is overwhelmed by your beauty. "I have a matter of importance to speak with you about."

"Then surely we should ring for my mother, so that you may speak to her as well." The great supper at the palace had lasted long into the night but surely your mother would be rested enough by now to be a suitable set of surveying eyes in the room. Goodness only knows what she will say if she wakens to her breakfast tray to find out you have been entertaining a man alone at daybreak. "Please wait here," you instruct him as politely as possible, making for the door. "I will go and fetch her myself."

"Wait! Please don't go!" Javi strides forward only to stop after a few steps, afraid for a split second that if you walk out the door he will never see you again. He cannot wait to tell you. "I love you."

Freezing in place does not stop your heart from leaping into your throat and pushing a distressed sort of squeaking sound out in the process. The fluttering in your belly is nearly violent as your mind races to catch up with the pounding of your blood in your ears. If you were a more delicate woman, you might have swooned where you stand. "You..." Slowly, or just as fast as your body will allow which is a near-glacial pace, you turn again to face him. "I must not have heard you correctly."

“I love you.” He repeats breathlessly, feeling like his heart is about to leap out of his chest. “As inconvenient a truth as that might be, I have found that I cannot spend another moment outside of your presence. I yearn to tell you the mundane things about my day and inquire about yours with little regard to your lack of family fortune or your prospects, I have decided that I cannot live without you.”

"How very generous of you, sir." It is nearly a hiss when it comes out, and all the giddy tension through your body evaporates as quickly as it came. "'With little regard to your lack of family fortune or your prospects'? I cannot think who taught you the syntax of romance, but they did you a hearty disservice if you were attempting to pay me a compliment."

He frowns in confusion and he shakes his head. “I am merely trying to express the lengths that my heart sings when you are near.” He protests. “I have no need of a dowry or a presence in society, merely your heart and hand in marriage are all I hope to have.”

“I may not know much of the world, Mr. Gutierrez, but even a country gentleman’s daughter knows it is impolite to remark on a lack of prospects when making a romantic overture.” The very idea that he is making an overture seems ludicrous, all things considered, but you must admit that in all the ways you have been thrown together lately there has been a…a string connecting you. It seems to be tucked deep inside you. Perhaps tied to a rib and tugging each time he strays a little too far away.

“I—” his mouth is agape as you call out his rude manners and he realizes that all of the jumbled thoughts that have been rambling around in his mind have come out. “My sincerest apologies.” He bows slightly and sighs. “Perhaps such an early audience was not wise.”

“Sleep has a way of soothing the thoughts.” The small touch of advice is kindly meant, although your hands shake with it and your heart pounds. He had not meant to insult. He simply spoke too quickly. “Perhaps you would rather return at teatime? To speak to my father?”

“Perhaps.” Javi sighs softly, aware of his blunder and more than certain you will reject him if he were to return. “Good morrow to you, then.”

“Good morning.” That pounding of your heart is there too fully to ignore, but not a word can be said about it. All you can hope is that he returns — and that when he does, he does not fumble in front of your father. If he does, the poor string tied to your rib may snap, and you would be adrift forever.

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A Gift of Light and Joy

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader "Conejita" (Plus Sized Reader)

Summary: Javi wants to spoil you, but his good intentions put you in a difficult position.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), cumming on someone, minor cum play, negative body image, toxic shopping culture, some angst, Javi is clueless about women's clothes shopping but he makes up for it.

Notes: Happiest of happy birthdays to my darling, my sweet friend, the indescribable @ezrasbirdie! I was planning to post this around November but I couldn't pass up a chance to give you a fun little Javi present. I am so lucky to know you and get to yell about stories together!

While in the two previous stories Conejita wasn't described as plus sized, I always headcanoned that she was from the start. There are a couple references to the previous stories, but you can also dive in right here! Like most stories this is me working through a few bad experiences of my own, and while Javi may be a little thick in the beginning he will get to make up for it.

Cross-posted on AO3

Continued from On the Right Flight and A Bearable Weight

“I have a surprise for today.”

Javi’s gleeful face ramps up your own excitement as he ushers you into his car.

“I thought we were going to have a picnic?” you ask as he flops into the drivers seat, curls bouncing almost as much as he is.

“That was my distraction,” he says, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. Your heart still flutters, even months after that first one at the stroke of midnight.

Dating Javi had, of course, been just as much of a step off the deep end as you thought. Even being close by now that you’re back in LA for work and he’s hobnobbing with the Hollywood elites, some days getting dinner feels like making a doctor’s appointment. Matching schedules down to the half hour, groaning when something comes up. But it’s all worth it when the stars align and he’s on your doorstep with all-encompassing hugs and breathless kisses.

At first Javi’s dates were low-key and low-stress - a day at the beach, movie nights of course - but as you got closer and closer he started to take you places that had dress codes and extravagant names. He always beamed like you were the only one in the room, but you’d been in enough spaces you didn’t belong to feel eyes and judgements skitter across your back.

You could be poised, and knowledgeable, conversational and charming, but nothing changed how you looked. Javi was always dripping in Armani, Burberry, Brioni. Your paltry wardrobe didn’t stand a chance. Every new art show or movie premiere sent you running to a department store to find a new dress (pretty girls on their rich boyfriend’s arm didn’t reuse eveningwear) and inevitably you’d be pinched or poked or squeezed into something not made for you. Long minutes spent in the bathroom wondering if Javi would notice the bra strap divot in your shoulder, or the dark lines of seams pressed along your skin. Pretending you enjoyed slipping into a silk robe every time you spent the night was more palatable than the embarrassment of wriggling out of shapewear in front of him, or refusing to let him undress you in case a zipper pulled too tightly.

Unfortunately, you didn’t hide your discomfort as well as you imagined. Sometimes you caught Javi’s concerned look when the built-in corset made you squirm in your seat, or when you winced at the chafe of your heels.

So when he parks his car on Rodeo Drive he’s the picture of pride and sunshine. You, on the other hand, leave your stomach on the sidewalk behind you.

“I wanted to do something special,” he’s saying, muffled words bubbling up as your feet trudge to a gleaming glass door. There’s security inside, sales people scattered around holding hangers up to discerning buyers. “And before you say anything about money, I don’t want you to look at a single price tag.” Javi turns your face to him with a gentle nudge, breaking your doom stare through the glass. “I want to spoil you a little. You never let me spoil you.” His pout brings a little smile to your face, dipping in to kiss him.

“We can do anything Javi. I don’t need things,” you try to deflect, hoping you can convince him away from the inevitable rejection you’ll receive inside.

“Just one time?” he asks again, soft brown eyes imploring you. How could you say no?

“Okay,” you breathe out, steeling yourself for the worst as Javi beams back at you.

“I thought this place would match what you like,” he says as two suited doormen guide you inside. It flutters your heart. He’s right, you’ve always liked this designer’s silhouettes and styles. It’s exactly what you’d choose…if you were several sizes smaller.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” a small-framed woman with black plastic glasses and a bouncy ponytail asks. She’s dressed head to toe in the designer’s current collection, sleek black throughout with stylish red earrings that dangle down her neck. Her smile isn’t as cold as you might expect. You’d heard horror stories of snide sales people practically insulting clients to get them to spend more.

“Yes, Gutierrez,” Javi offers smoothly, placing a grounding hand on your lower back. “For my girlfriend.” You shoot him a lopsided smile. He doesn’t get the chance to say it often, but when he does you love the way girlfriend rolls off his supple lips.

“Ah, yes, miss…” the sales woman begins, letting you offer your name. You catch a fleeting look of concern cross her face. Her cheek sucks in like she’s chewing on it, smile still bright but eyes more cautious.

“My name is Melanie, if you’d like to follow me to your consultation space,” she says, leading you and Javi to a curtained-off partition with several chairs, a changing room and a pedestal that makes your stomach flip.

“So what are you here to find today?” Melanie asks. Javi settles in a chair, spreading his knees and leaning back so sexily you can almost forgive him for the anxiety pumping through your veins.

“Whatever my Conejita desires,” he says, and you’re torn between smacking or straddling him. Melanie turns her attention to you and you wrack your brain.

“I guess…a dress would be nice?” you say. Javi reaches out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, adoration so clear in his eyes. He truly has no idea it’s the most likely to have ease in the sizing. You might make it out with one and blame it on not wanting to overspend. Javi would get his wish, and you would make it out with most of your ego unscathed. Win-win.

Melanie leads you out of the space and into the clothing racks. The choices are sparse, a few items hung per rack in an exclusivity motif. As soon as you’re out of earshot she starts chatting.

“Your boyfriend is very sweet to be treating you today.”

You hum and nod, chewing the inside of your lip. Some of the pieces are very pretty, flattering cuts and classic shapes, but none of the silhouettes look large enough for you.

“Does he…do this often?” Melanie asks carefully, and when you look at her you see an understanding that soothes you ever so slightly.

“First time.”

“A surprise.”

“Yeah, pretty big one.”

Melanie smiles at that, arms wrapped around an iPad. Her nails are very pretty tapping against the device.

“Let’s take a look back here,” she says, leading you off the main floor and further into the store. The racks are fuller back here, but not nearly enough to make you think success is within reach. Your chest tightens, but you put on a cheery smile when Melanie turns back to you.

“Men are just…so thick sometimes,” she sighs, and the sharp change makes you bleat out a laugh. “I’m sure Mr. Gutierrez has the best intentions in mind…”

You nod and finish her sentence.

“...but you don’t have anything here for me.” Her hands clutch at the tablet again, going white around the knuckles.

“We might have a few things, but they’ll be simpler. Not like the current collection.”

“Simple is fine,” you rush to say, her smile making your own come to the surface.

“Okay, let me go digging. I think we can make it work. I’m…” She pauses to clear her throat, lowering her voice. “I’m sorry this isn’t fun. I hate it. I just want everyone to feel happy in their clothes, not…left out.”

You turn your comfort to her, squeezing her shoulder.

“I appreciate you trying to help.”

Melanie scurries off to the backroom, leaving you on the bustling floor with ten other women who could slip into anything off the rack no problem. Weaving aimlessly, you peruse the dresses. Each one holds promise, which only makes it more disappointing when the tag numbers run too small. But you’re keeping positive, searching for Melanie’s bouncing ponytail returning with anything. You’d gush over a mumu.

“Excuse me,” comes over your shoulder, and you turn to another sales woman hovering expectantly behind you. Her brow is lifted high, barely waiting for you to shift before tugging a garment off the rack. She turns quickly, but in the split second before you see it. That stomach-dropping look that screams good luck slathered in sarcasm. Your throat clenches, hands coming to your middle and you wish you could just collapse into yourself like a dying star.

“Fuck this,” you whisper, tears shining in your eyes as you hurry back to the consultation space. You’ll tell Javi you have a headache, that you’re too hungry to shop right now, anything to convince him to get the hell out of here.

“Cone…” he says as you burst in, snatching up your purse and steeling your voice. The sunshiney excitement trades quickly for concern. “What is wrong? I promise the cost…”

“Actually, I don’t really…I don’t…” You try to get out your white lies with an even tone but when Javi cups your face in his large hands your composure crumples. A fat tear breaks rank and rolls down your face, Javi’s eyes widening with shock.

“Conejita, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” His eyes darken a fraction. “Did someone say something to you?”

Your heart skips a beat, which you blearily file for later introspection. Resting your head on his shoulder, he envelops you in his arms. Orange peel and musk surrounds you, Javi’s soothing hands traveling up and down your spine. When your breaths stop warbling you pull back, wiping your face.

“I’m sorry…” you start to say, but Javi moves you to sit. He drops to a kneel, clasping your hands in your lap.

“No, Conejita, you are not apologizing for one second. What has upset you? Was it someone out there?” When you shake your head, his eyes soften. “Was it me?”

“Oh Javi,” you sign, squeezing his hands. Your lashes are still wet with tears, but you can see his dread so clearly. “I really appreciate this, all of it. I’m sure it’s flattered lots of people before. But I’m…me.” You release a big breath, the pain of keeping all your anxieties in finally easing. “I can’t shop at places like this, Javi, I don’t…they don’t make clothes like this for people my size.”

Javi’s concern smashes into confusion.

“But they must have seamstresses in the back. They take your measurements, no? Find an acceptable piece and tailor it?”

The laugh you bark out is watery but it does raise the corners of your lips.

“Men have it so easy,” you bemoan. “I think the closest size I saw was still in the single digits. And even then, the numbers rarely mean anything.” Javi’s confusion only deepens.

“But how do you know what to buy? Surely the measurements are the same. Inseam, waist, sleeve length, how can it be so different?”

“Javi, I’m rarely the same size at the same store.”

Javi sputters. “That’s madness. How does anyone put up with that?”

You giggle lightly, the tears finally receding. “I just go to the department stores. More variety, more sizes. No pushy sales people. Though Melanie is really nice.”

“But you are still uncomfortable,” he says, stroking his thick thumbs along the back of your hands. “I did not want to say anything, but I noticed. You do not seem to feel good in the nice things you wear.”

You shrug. “It’s not perfect, it’s just…easier.”

His eyes implore up at you. “I wanted you to feel good with me.” Your heart patters, Javi’s face falling. “But I have made it worse. Please forgive me, Conejita, I truly did not know this would be so painful.”

You pat Javi’s cheek and give him a quick kiss. “I know, Javi. I know you didn’t mean for it to be.” A tap on his nose makes him smile. “But next time, when the lady doth protest too much, maybe listen?” Javi’s cheeks pink as he nods.

“Shakespeare has always been wiser than me,” he jokes as he helps you back to your feet. He leads you back to the front of the store with one hand on your back, and for a few seconds you do feel like the most beautiful person in the room. Women looking at you in awe, Javi’s fingers pressing in a way that’s subtly possessive. You could be lady Godiva riding a Shetland pony and not feel a lick of shame when he looks at you like that.

“Mr Gutierrez!” Melanie calls as she hurries up to the front to intercept. Her hands are empty, which is a relief.

“Thank you for your help, I just don’t think there’s anything for me here,” you say in a practiced tone that makes Javi pull you closer and Melanie’s eyebrows knit in the middle. She nods, extending a folded piece of paper to Javi.

“I’m sorry they didn’t have something for you today,” she says, and Javi takes the proffered paper. He leads you out of the store and into the fresh sunlight of the street. Unfolding it, he raises an eyebrow then secrets it away in his jacket pocket.

“What was that about?” you ask, tucking your arm into his elbow. He shakes his head.

“Nothing important. What is important is going to get some lunch, then we are going driving with the top down and dinner at my place after.”

“Javi…” you say with a little warning, but he tuts at you as his long stride pulls you down Rodeo drive.

“I know, I know what you will say, but bear with me because I am learning how to love you the right way. Today was not so good, but I would like to try and make it better.” He slows down when he catches your wide eyes and dazed smile. “What? What have I said now?”

“That you love…” the last words disappear on the wind as Javi’s smile crinkles his eyes.

“Of course, Conejita. Dios mio, of course I love…I love you,” he rushes out, barely able to finish before crashing his lips into yours. Wide palm cupping your head, you couldn’t care less that you’re making pedestrians part around you. Javi loves you, even if he’s a little clumsy about it. But when someone wants to learn to love you the right way…how can you not love every atom of them back?

The following weekend finds you in one of the lesser-used rooms in Javi’s house, sitting on a chair by the window. He deposited you there with a cappuccino and a promise to wait, so now you’re doing just that. Javi does love surprises, but you never expected Melanie to walk in the door.

“Oh my god, hi,” you manage to get out, standing up to shake her hand but are treated to a tight hug instead. She looks brighter, lighter than the last time you saw her, black ensemble traded for a pale blue button-up and floral patterned pants.

“Javi told me it was a surprise, and I want it on the record that after this one he’s not allowed any more!” You sit across the little cafe table from her with visible confusion.

“I am a bit…lost…as to the surprise,” you giggle out nervously, which has Melanie opening a smart black bag and taking out folios and fabric swatches.

“I’ve been trying to get my stylist business off the ground and…” She pauses for a moment before making genuine eye contact. “And if there’s anything I was meant to do, it’s find people clothes that make them happy. So I offered him my services and he’s…well, he’s been very generous.”

Pride swells in your chest. So Javi.

“So what we’re going to do today is figure out what you like, don’t like, colors, styles, and then I’ll start building your wardrobe. Sound good?” Melanie’s smile is contagious.

“Sounds amazing.”

You don’t quite understand every step of the process. At one point she drapes color swatches on your chest like a bib and you can’t help but giggle. But it’s fun, maybe for the first time you can remember. She writes down that you hate side-seam zippers and skirts cut above the knee. That you love color but not too garish. And when you catch Javi pacing outside the glass door to the patio, peeking in anxiously every five minutes, your smile softens. She probably doesn’t write that part down. That’s written on your face.

You can’t stop twirling in the mirror, inspecting from every angle. You try to scrutinize, but you can’t find a single thing wrong.

It’s perfect.

After the wardrobe cleanout, the basics overhaul, and the lengthy plan Melanie made, she asked a thrilling question.

“What’s the first piece you’d like me to find?”

“I’ve always wanted a little black dress,” you replied, and her smile almost eclipsed her face.

“I have the perfect one in mind.”

She wasn’t kidding. It’s full and flouncy, smoothing in all the places you normally criticize and accentuates your figure in the best ways. The fabric is sumptuous under your fingers, just the right weight without dreaded sheerness. You can imagine yourself with hair done up, your favorite lipstick, Javi’s hand on your lower back, that possessive glint in his eyes. All of the excitement makes you spin three more times, the room tilting briefly before you catch Javi standing in the doorway.

“Hey!” you call out breathlessly, smoothing the skirt again. “It’s the first thing Melanie’s sent over. I…oh my god, I love it so much.” You turn to look in the mirror again, and in the reflection you see Javi’s mouth parted, eyes dragging over you. His fingers are rubbing together at his sides and…is he clenching them?

“She took everything I said and just found the most perfect dress.” Your thumb catches in the fabric and you spin back around to gasp, “And it has pockets!”

You’ve barely taken your hands out of them when Javi is on you, all greedy mouth and firm hand on the back of your head. His tongue demands on your lips, slipping inside when you gasp for him. Arm banding around your back, he steadily walks you backwards towards the bed.

“Conejita, mi amor, eres tan hermosa,” he pants, his wandering hand settling on your ass and squeezing. It crackles between your thighs, white-hot arousal at how he holds you. Javi has always been generous in bed, and highly competent, but this is a side of him you haven’t seen. Maybe briefly when he asked you if someone bothered you at that awful boutique store.

Before you can rationalize anything further he guides your hips down to the bed, teetering on the edge. He quickly drops to his knees and dives his hands under the skirt, sliding one knuckle along the seam of your pussy.

“Javi…” you squeak out, but his touch leaves to curl around your underwear and yank them down your legs. The rip of a seam makes arousal gush between your legs, spreading them instinctually. He licks his lips before fisting your skirt above your waist and ducking down to taste you for too brief a moment. Your hips buck, teeth nipping at your inner thigh before he lifts up to kneel between your legs.

“Javi, the dress,” you caution, and with a sweeter smile he shifts his knees to make sure the fabric isn’t trapped between. When his eyes meet yours again he plants a hand by your head and laps between your lips, slow and sensual. The clink of his buckle coming undone aches deep in your core, fisting his button-up across his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Conejita, I just…cannot control myself when you look so beautiful,” he confesses as his fingers tease at your entrance. A choked whimper ekes out as he opens you up on two, pumping mercilessly into your clenching heat. He swears in Spanish into your neck, and your quiet whines grow to moans when his thick cock begins thrusting into the crease of your hip. His panted breaths start to take on a rumble, then a growl as his fingers match his shallow thrusts. Overwhelmed, you grasp at what words will make him give in.

“Javi, please, oh my god, please fuck me,” you finally manage, rocking your hips with his frantic pace.

“You’re ready for me?” he husks, your vociferous affirmations drawing his fingers out to leave you achingly empty. He slicks his cock with you, lining up and pressing just the head in before he plants his hands by your head and just…looks at you.

“Dios mio, eres una diosa,” he breathes, all of the sweet man you love. Grabbing around his wrists, you roll your hips down to sink more of him inside. He stretches you so deliciously, filling your cunt and lungs.

“Take it, Javi,” you rasp, head tossed back. “Show me I’m yours.”

Javi bites his lower lip and looks at you with a depth you crave. Infatuation and devotion and a desire so hungry you want to sate him for hours. In a dizzying flick of his wrists he now presses yours into the bed.

“Mine,” he purrs, and the snap of his hips as he buries himself flush draws a lusty cry from your lips. “My beautiful Conejita,” he grits out, grinding his hips deep to press punishingly into your g-spot. You writhe under him, legs clamped around his waist as he slides out just enough to punch back in. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Javi, yes, I’m yours,” you beg, and it’s exactly what he needs to begin fucking you earnestly, scooping his hips to drive deeper and deeper. The friction of his grind strums your clit just right to tremble around him. Pinning you with a rumble, he fucks you into the mattress until his wandering hands can’t stop from palming your breast, rolling your nipple through the fabric. The spike of pleasure urges you to meet him stroke for stroke, riding him just as hard back. He grabs your chin just firmly enough to coax more slick to coat his cock, guiding you back to his demanding mouth. He steals your breath, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and groaning when you shudder around him.

“Not going to last, mi amor,” he whispers, lacing your fingers together as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“Cum on my pussy,” you plead, and with a strung-out moan he pulls out just quick enough to cover your mound with his hot spend. It drips lewdly, sliding to gather in the crease of your thighs. His eyes are fixated on it, the brand of his lust sticky on you. Your orgasm tips over as he slides his thumb through his cum to press firmly on your clit. His name is all you can manage as pleasure laps over your skin, his touch grounding as he praises you over and over.

In the afterglow, Javi folds the length of your skirt well above the mess he made.

“I will be sure to send this to drycleaning before you want to wear it,” he says, pulling a juddery giggle from your chest. He stands oh shaky legs and you glimpse his wet cock in the vee of his open pants, realizing you just fucked like college kids so horny for each other they couldn’t even undress properly. It makes you giddy as he brings over tissues to clean up, careful not to leave any of his spend where it could stain. When he’s finally satisfied he drops down on the bed, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. Once fitted together, eyes heavy, he murmurs in your ear.

“It wasn’t the dress.”

You hum sleepily, sitting up to look into his sated face.

“You are most beautiful when you are happy,” he says, the earnestness earning him another sweet kiss.

“I am very, very happy Javi.”

He doesn’t need to tell you that he is. It’s written on his face, and in his heart.

END

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lost in translation (j.g.)

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pairing: javi gutierrez x translator!reader

desc: when filming an ad campaign in tokyo, javi is a fish out of water. thankfully, you're there to help him translate, and explore with him off the clock.

He squinted against the harsh glare of the lights, the crew being reduced to a bustling mass of shadow. Sticking a finger into his too-tight collar, he tried to ease himself of the feeling of suffocation.

“I’m sorry, I don’t…” Javi muttered, wide brown eyes peering up at the director.

Smatterings of Japanese and English left the director’s mouth, accompanied by some gesticulation as he struggled to communicate. Javi felt warmth creep up his cheeks, embarrassed at his own lack of fluency in Japanese.

He should’ve at least picked up some vocab, he thought, fiddling with the smoking jacket the costume team had conjured up for him. He was only in Tokyo for a couple of days to film an ad campaign for a whiskey company, but it would’ve helped. Especially in situations like this exact moment, where the director’s words seemed to jumble and dissipate beneath a shroud of mystery.

“Sorry I’m late!”

You didn’t sound sorry.

Your words were flippant and bored, your face not betraying an ounce of apology. Cool and calm as the unbroken surface of a lake. You flounced into the studio, and your figure came into focus, the studio lights haloing your figure. His saviour.

He felt a little ridiculous in your presence, dressed like a child’s guess of what a “cool guy” would look like. Perched in a velvet armchair that seemed to swallow him up, his fingers nervously played with the neck of the glistening bottle he was meant to convince viewers all over the world to buy. He was parched, strangely uncomfortable. Even the prop whiskey seemed enticing, though it was probably just some watered-down coffee.

You stuck out your hand.

He stared at it. It was a nice hand.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, realising you meant for him to shake it, not just stare at it in blind adoration. He took it. “Sorry. I’m a little… overwhelmed.” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed thickly.

“Performance anxiety is normal. Not everyone possesses the massive talent needed to pull off a whiskey commercial.” You joked, laughter bubbling in your throat. “I’ll be your translator today. Hopefully that’ll help.”

His eyes widened, hand tightening around yours gratefully. “You’re my hero.”

“I know.” You smiled. “I’ll need you to let go of my hand now. I feel the director’s eyes burning into my back.”

Javi looked up, watching as the director switched between glaring at his watch and at the two of you.

“Oh! Yes. Sorry.” He exclaimed, slipping his hand from yours.

The director began firing off directions, which you quickly translated. Simple instructions. Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Deliver the line.

“Action!”

Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Pour a shot. Pour a-

He was unable to tear his eyes away from you. His eyes tracked the line of your silhouette behind the camera, admiring the smile that blossomed across your face as he caught your eye. You giggled at his deer in the headlights gaze. A stupid smile spread across his face.

“Cut!”

The director mumbled a couple words in your ear, and you headed to Javi’s side.

“Sorry about that.” Sheepishly, he raked his hand through his tousled brown curls. “I guess I’m just…” He admired your smile. He loved your smile. “Stumped.”

“Tough, huh? A real challenge.”

“Don’t be cruel.” He laughed. You loved his laugh. The endearing crinkle in the corner of his eye.

“Sorry.” You grinned. “Say the line like… you’ve invited an old friend over for a drink. He’s an emotional drunk, so he’s pouring his heart out to you. So, you’re talking to him with enough warmth to comfort him, while being dismissive enough to let him know it’s getting late and you kinda want him to leave.”

He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “That’s… specific. But I think I get what you mean. Did the director tell you all that?”

“I may have taken some artistic liberties.” You batted your lashes, feigning innocence.

“You should be a director.”

“I know.”

With your artistic vision, filming wrapped after a few more takes. You were pulling on your coat when Javi strode over to you, pushing past the production assistants that flitted and fussed around him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You teased.

“My massive talent helped me pull through.”

That earned another smile from you, and he felt the urgency to not let you slip through his fingers nag at the back of his mind.

“So, um… I was wondering, are you doing anything after this? I was thinking of getting a drink…”

“So you need me to translate your order for you?” You deadpanned.

“Oh!” His heart thrummed in his chest, his tongue stumbling over the words he struggled to form. “I mean, I could always pay your rate as a private translator if it’d take too much of your time-”

“Nah.” You chuckled, amused by his flustered state. “Free of charge. How could I resist those puppy dog eyes?” You quipped, voice overly saccharine as you ruffled his hair. He smiled, in spite of himself.

“As long as you take off that horrible coat. Come on, we’ve got a train to catch.” You called over your shoulder, leaving him to hurriedly shed his costume and hurry along after you.

“Crowded, huh?” He whispered.

“A little.” You mumbled, pressed against his chest.

You swayed against him to the rhythm of the train, forced to be in close proximity due to the packed rush hour crowd.

“I don’t usually get this close with guys I’ve just met, by the way.” You muttered, another crush of passengers entering the cabin and pushing you even closer. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“The luckiest.” He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart, which was pounding in his chest.

The train doors shuddered open, and you wrapped your hand around his, squeezing through the doors and rushing down the stairs. He laughed as you sidled through the crowd together, breaking out from the dull train station onto the street.

It was like breaking through water. He took a deep breath of the cool, thin air, the night dark and slick. It had been raining, and every surface was dewy, neon lights glinting off the wet, black pavement.

“This is the first time I’ve been anywhere outside of my hotel room and the studio since I got here.” The confession hung in the air, whisked away as the chatter of passerby whipped by, people rushing past him as he stood still, agape at the scene before him.

“That is such a shame.” You muttered. He thought you wouldn’t have heard him. But you did.

“Why are we still holding hands?”

“It’s the first time you’ve been outside of your hotel room and the studio since you got here. You could get lost. I’m just keeping you safe.” You said.

He kept his eyes glued in front of him, but he could hear the smile in your voice, clear as day.

“Do you want to let go of my hand?” His eyes tracked the buildings that seemed to shoot up into the sky, the bright billboards that flashed on them.

“No. Not really.” You said.

“Keep me safe, then.” He grinned, squeezing your hand in his.

“What do you want to drink?” You drummed your fingers against the bartop, eyes skimming the labels of the many bottles on display. The bartender stood before you, polishing a glass with little to no enthusiasm. “Highball?”

“I can never look at whiskey again.” Javi groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget the corny one-liners about whiskey he was forced to learn for the ad campaign.

“Saké it is.”

“Can I ask you what may be an invasive question?” He took a sip, relishing in the bite of warmth that travelled through his chest.

“Ask away.”

“Which hotel are you staying at? Or do you live here?”

You burst into laughter.

“God, you had me nervous. That’s not that invasive.”

“Well, I don’t know!” He laughed, raising his eyebrows. “It might be invasive to someone.”

“An invasive question is like…” You wracked your brain, and he tried not to fall in love with the pensive look that descended over your features. “What colour is your underwear?”

“I’d tell you if I were wearing any.”

You barked out an outraged laugh, making a show of pretending to shove him off his barstool.

“You’ve gone past invasive to gross, but I’ll let it slide. To answer your question, I’m staying at The Laurent.”

His eyes widened, arm freezing in the middle of delivering his drink to his lips. “You’re kidding. That’s where I’m staying.”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “Must be fate.”

He stared into your eyes, finding it hard not to get lost in them. “Must be.”

“We’ve been in that hotel for almost a month.” You sighed, exasperated. “But, I’ve been thinking of staying permanently. I’ve been looking for apartments. No luck so far.”

“We?” Javi asked, knowing he was teetering on the precipice of something, standing on the edge of a cliff.

“Me, and my boyfriend.” You mumbled. His heart plumetted. Falling, falling. “Soon to be ex.” Soaring, soaring. Like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. “He doesn’t know I’m thinking of staying here. Without him. Am I the worst person in the world for not telling him that?”

Am I the worst person in the world for being happy you’re dumping him? Javi thought.

“Not at all.” Javi said.

You may know him, actually.” You winced.

“I would?” Javi’s eyes widened in surprise.

You muttered his name into Javi’s ear, and it took all he had not to shiver as your warm breath fanned across his cheek.

“Dieter Bravo’s manager, right?” He said, registering the name. He pictured the last time he had met him, drunkenly waltzing around an afterparty with his arm around a woman who was definitely not you. “He’s… a character. At least you’re getting a free hotel room out of him.”

You grinned. “It’s a lovely hotel room, really. Spacious, especially when he’s out in meetings, or making calls to his ‘talent’.” You curled your fingers sarcastically.

“You saying Dieter isn’t talented?” Javi chuckled.

“Well, he’s not you.”

The cans of coffee tumbled from within the vending machine, hitting the bottom with a loud thunk.

You stooped down to grab them, handing one to Javi. The blue fluorescent square of light displaying the various canned drinks illuminated his profile, his honeyed brown eyes partially hidden by shadow, his curls curving over his forehead in possibly the most endearing way known to man.

“Do you get bored up there, when your soon-to-be-ex is out at meetings?” Javi asked, watching as you wicked condensation away from the can. He nodded toward your hotel from your spot in the parking lot.

“Terribly.” You said, punctuating the word with the pop of the can’s tab as you cracked it open.

“Give me your room number. If I’m ever going out, you can tag along. Translate for me.” He tried to disguise his nerves beneath a veneer of calm.

“Hourly rate?” You smirked.

“I could give you a cut of my ad campaign cash.”

“10%?”

“5%.”

“8%.”

“5% and a lifetime supply of whiskey.”

“Fuck it. Let’s make it pro bono.”

“How kind.” He smirked, emboldened. “Now, what about that room number?”

You rifled through your bag, producing a marker from the cluttered depths. Plucking the cap off with your teeth, you scribbled the number on his palm.

“1111.” He read aloud, cocking an eyebrow as he let out a chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d be able to remember that?”

“I’ve just always wanted to do that. It’s like we’re in a movie.”

The two of you laughed, the sound echoing into the quiet night. It was as if you were the only two people on earth.

“1111.” He sighed, tracing a finger over your handwriting, etched into his skin. “An angel number.”

“You believe in angels?”

“‘Course I do. I’m talking to one right now.”

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 26 Somnophilia with Javi G

NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: Somnophilia, sleep sex, consensual somnophilia, Javi having dark thoughts, cnc, consensual non-consent (if you squint), Javi being a bad boy, dry humping/pillow humping, wet dreams, unprotected PiV (wrap it up folks). Let me know if I missed anything!

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Javi is entranced; your bare ass is shoved right up against his painfully hard cock as he fights a dark urge forming in his mind, spurred on by the hard grind of your ass up his length as you move. You’ve got a pillow between your legs, which isn’t unusual, you’d once explained to Javi that you don’t like to feel the bones in your knees touch when you sleep. You’re so often such a light sleeper Javi is amazed you hadn’t woken yourself up.

No, what’s unusual is the way you’re using the pillow, grinding against it vigorously as you whine and moan freely into the night air. In the process, you woke Javi up, grinding sinfully against him as you used the pillow to get off in your sleep.

“Hermosa, are you awake?”

He breathes into your ear, he gets no answer as he resists the urge to act on his depraved desires. It’s like a sharp tingle at the base of his skull, willing him to just touch you, move his arm from around your waist to your thigh. Just a subtle shift from how you two always slept pressed to one another.

“Mi amor, you’re making this so difficult.” Javi’s voice is no more than a whisper, any illusion that he was trying to rouse you flimsy as if he wanted to stop, to wake you up and make sure you were ok he could do so. Just a simple shake of your shoulder or he could raise his voice.

But he doesn’t want you to wake up.

You’d always said he could wake you up with sex, or even fuck you while you slept if by some miracle you didn’t wake up, you were fine with it. If anything, it got you going far more than your staunchly feminist brain should allow. But here you are, unceremoniously dead to the world, and taunting him.

Just one touch, he convinces himself, will be enough. So, he slides his hand lower, rolling you a little more flat against him, spreading your thigh just enough so he can dip his thick middle finger through your wet folds. And he near comes on the spot as he feels the ample wetness between your perfect folds.

“¡Ay, Dios! Estáis tan mojado.”

He growls into your shoulder as he reaches your entrance. You’re soaked and he’s starting to care less and less about whether he should do this. He whines into your damp skin as he pushes two fingers into your willing, wet heat. You have to have come at least once with how wet you are, and that only spurs Javi on.

“Such a dirty girl.”

He mumbles as he slowly positions his tip between your parted folds, carefully removing the pillow as he hooks your left leg back over his own. He pulls you back onto his cock slowly, relishing the way you whine as he fills you up. Your walls clamp down on him at the intrusion and he has to stop himself from rutting into you like a man possessed.

He wants you to stay asleep for as long as he can. He feels guilty, there’s a delicious taboo to this, even if you have explicitly stated on many occasions that you want him to do this. He wants to bite you, such angry marks into your skin, but he can’t, not if you’re to stay asleep.

He sets a low, almost tender pace as he feels you clamp around him, walls fluttering with every stroke as he gently circles your clit.

“Come on mi amor, give me another, I know you can.” His voice is no more than a whisper as he knows he’s close. The whole scenario driving him insane as he pumps a little harder into you, panting in low groans as he’s almost there.

“Javi?” Your sleepy moan startles him and he whines in your ear as he comes hard inside you, the pressure of getting caught too much and he snaps his hips hard, pulling you down on his cock as he paints your insides with his spend. His fingers toy with your clit and you see stars as you come hard on his cock as he empties himself inside you.

“Fuck Javi!” You cry out as the realisation dawns on you, and you push back on his dick, letting him bury himself inside you as he pants meek apologies into your neck. Shame and guilt making him weak as he begs for your forgiveness.

“Ay, Papi?” You pull yourself off him, rolling over to cup his flushed cheeks with your hands, soothing him with quiet assurances as he refuses to open his eyes.

“I’m so sorry mi amor, I couldn’t help it.”

“Papi, you have nothing to apologise for, look at me.”

Javi reluctantly opens his eyes to see you grinning up at him like a Cheshire Cat.

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not, that was so fucking hot, I’d only be mad,” You say with a sultry purr as you palm his softening cock, “If you weren’t going to treat me with round two.”

“Fuck.” Javi growls as you begin to pump his swiftly hardening length.

“You’re such a dirty girl.”

“Don’t you know it, now fuck me Javi, fuck me until I pass out, then fuck me again if you want.”

Javi responds only by rolling you onto your back, lining himself up at your entrance as the blood rushes to his cock at your command.

“As you wish, princesa.”

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musings-of-a-rose · 9 months

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I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks

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Pairing: Javi G x ofc Ally

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: I got a request from @jedi-in-crocs : I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks (Ally)

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Market day in Mallorca was always a beautiful affair. Rows and rows of tents adorned the streets, bursting with vibrant colors of fresh fruits and veggies, various paintings, clay jars and mugs, the smells of homemade snacks and treats filling the air as people bustled past each other, lightly bumping shoulders with each other as they set their eyes on something they want.

But Javi's favorite row was for the flowers. Beautiful blooms and plants bursting from various pots and glass jars, some massive and sitting in large pots on the ground, other small and dangling in the air at the end of macrame chains. He stops to look at each and every one, touching some of the petals or leaves and smiling to himself before moving on to the next.

But today is different. As he nears the middle of the row of tents and tables, he notices a new vendor. Her area was smaller than the others, but the plants and flowers she had were breathtaking. Bright colors and green leaves strategically placed on a couple of shelved hand carved wooden tables created this ambience of tranquility despite the bustling crowd. But this was nothing compared to the woman in front of him, straightening up from placing the last of her pots on the ground, gently dabbing at her brow to rid her skin of the few beads of sweat that had accumulated. She turns and jumps when she sees Javi staring at her.

"Oh!I'm sorry I didn't see you. Welcome! Is there anything specifically you're looking for?"

He's momentarily speechless, her green eyes shining up at him, her face framed by her auburn hair, the sun catching it at the right angle and making it glow.

"I… I don't.." Why can't he speak? She's staring at him, a friendly smile on her face as she studies him.

"That's ok. Are you looking for a gift for someone? Your mom or significant other?"

"Oh, no. My mother has passed and I am not… I mean, I don't have…" Javi sighs. "I am single."

Is he imagining the slight flush to her cheeks at his answer? Her eyes flick away from his for a brief moment before returning, her cheeks still a slight shade of pink.

"Well then.. are you new to plants?" Javi nods, trying to regain his composure. "Ok great. Then may I recommend…" She looks around for a few moments before reaching for a plant with green oval shaped leaves cascading down vines out of a small hanging planter. She turns and holds it out for him, his breath catching in his throat when their fingers touch briefly at the exchange. She clears her throat a moment layer, shaking her head.

"I uh… this is a pothos. Very easy to take care of. Water once a week or so and make sure they get some light. They're pretty sturdy."

"Th-thank you, miss…"

"Ally." She extends her hand and Javi shifts the pot into his left hand, extending his right to shake hers, his body nearly shaking when they touch. He hears her breath catch as well. Could she feel the same?

"I-"

"Hey lady! Do you have any monstera?" A large man pushes his way past Javi, nearly knocking him over to stand in front of Ally.

"I uh…yes. Right here." As she shows him the plants, he proceeds for tell her some long winded tale of his own garden, her eyes flicking back to Javi apologetically. After several minutes it becomes clear that he won't be leaving soon and Javi had to head home for a meeting. He sighs, pulling out some money and setting it on the table for her. At the last minute he decided to write a little note, taking the pen and paper she had set there to make notes about plant care for people.

I hope this is enough. I'll be back next weekend to make sure.

Javi leaves the paper and makes eye contact with Ally, her small, sad smile and nod indicating she saw him leave the money.

Javi can't stop thinking about her all week.

—----

Javi returns every weekend for 2 months. At first, he makes up excuses for coming, looking for plants, what does a slight discoloration mean, anything he can think of to talk to her. He's never been very good at flirting or picking up signals, but she laughs at all of his jokes, blushing whenever he compliments her, and he swears he's caught her more than once checking him out.

One weekend, Javi decides enough of enough- it's time to ask Ally out. Mayne just for coffee so if she says no, he can cover it up as a just as friends coffee. Or a thank you coffee. Something.

Javi walks to her stand, waiting a moment to watch her, back to him as she moves about arranging her plants, her fingers lightly brushing against petals and Javi imagines what it must feel like to have those same fingers brush against his skin, digging into his arms as they meld their bodies together…

He shakes his head. Now isn't the time for lewd thoughts. It wouldn't help his nerves. Javi stops at the entrance to her booth, giving her space to move about.

"Hi Ally. Got anything new today?"

She doesn't turn around, still moving about her plants. Javi clears his throat a little louder than he normally would. Still, she doesn't move. No turning to give him her brilliant smile that warms him up. Did he do something wrong? Say something wrong? His brain works fast, playing through all of their interactions. Nothing seemed amiss. Could he have misread something?

"She can't hear you." The vendor next to Ally says as she comes to stand next to Javi.

"What?"

"Her aids are being repaired so she doesn't have them today."

His eyebrows pull together. "Aids?"

"Hearing aids. Did you not see them?"

He hadn't. He was too taken in by her sweet words and gorgeous eyes, her obvious love for the plants she so lovingly cares for. When he doesn't reply, the woman turns more towards him.

"She's losing her hearing. It'll be totally gone one day, I think. At least that's what she told me. She taught me some basic signs too in case she didn't have her aids. Lovely girl."

Javi watches the back of Ally, still tending the plants she loves so much. "I have to go. Can you tell her 'Javi has some work to do but he'll be back soon?'"

The woman nods and Javi thanks her, turning promptly on his heel and heading straight for his car, pulling out his phone to call his assistant to help him with his task.

—----

A month later, Javi nervously approaches Ally's booth. What if she's mad at me? I hope I did not distress her too much. He swallows hard, taking the last few steps to her booth, watching her brush dirt from her hands, fingers rubbing gently on the gardening apron she always wore. She turns and sees him, eyes locking on his as she freezes, her eyes studying him, her focus slightly upset. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can, Javi raises his hands, willing the nerves to leave him as he starts to move.

[Signed]"I am sorry I have not come. Your neighbor-" He points to the lady in the next booth over. "- told me about your hearing and how you use ASL-"

Her eyes well up. [Signed] "You know ASL?"

Javi shakes his head. [Signed] "I didn't. I spent the last month starting to learn it for you."

Pure shock flashes across her face as she points to herself. [Signed] "For me? Why?"

Javi takes a few steps towards her, closing the distance between them. He brushes a short strand of her auburn hair from her face, the sunlight glinting slightly off of the tiny tube connecting her hearing aids to the ear mold and he smiles, meeting her eyes.

[Signed] "Because I always want to be able to talk to you, hear your thoughts. Anything you have to say."

Their eyes lock onto each other and he glances down at her lips, slightly parted. He brings his hands up slowly to cup her cheeks, giving her every chance to pull back. Instead, she grips his shirt, pulling him closer as their lips meet, soft and wanting. He wraps an arm around her, pressing his tongue to her lips as she eagerly responds. After several seconds, the lady in the booth next to Ally clears her throat and Javi pulls back, glaring slightly at the woman. Ally follows his gaze and looks at the woman, who is now smirking. Javi puts his finger on Ally's cheek, turning her head back to his.

[Signed] "Will you have dinner with me?"

Ally smiles wide, brightening the entire area and warming Javi up as she nods enthusiastically. "I'm free tonight?"

Javi chuckles. "I'll pick you up at 8 for dinner."

—-----

Javi thinks he's never seen someone more beautiful than her. The dress she wore fits her perfectly, enhancing her physical features, but it's more than that. As Javi listens to her talk about cross pollination, he watches her confidence grow with her excitement about her plants, a non stop stream of words and he drinks in every one, his chin leaning on his fist as he watches her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"And oh my God I've been talking the whole time, haven't I?" She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands, elbows propped on the table.

"No, no. Please continue. I love watching you talk."

She lowers her hands and looks at him. "Watching me talk?"

"Yes. The way your passion for what you do pours out of you, touching anyone near you."

Her face heats up more and she fans herself for a moment. "You flatter me too much, Javi."

He catches her eye and signs. "That's because I really like you."

As dinner continues, he learns more about her. Her childhood, how she ended up in Mallorca, how her illness is causing her to lose her hearing, eventually a total loss. So she wanted to spend time listening to the small sounds, the way the wind moves through pine needles, the way water splashes against the leaves, the way grass flows against the breeze.

"Can I show you something?" Javi asks as he nervously offers his arm to Ally as they exit the restaurant. She takes it almost instantly, leaning into him and making his ears feel warm.

"Of course. Anywhere you'd like to go, I'm there."

Javi helps her into his jeep, driving back towards the compound. The guards let him in and he drives down the winning dirt road, turning down a nearly hidden path. He follows it down until it clears a little, overlooking the water. He reaches behind him, grabbing a thick blanket from the backseat before getting out of the jeep, walking around to offer his hand to Ally, helping her out of the jeep. Their fingers lace together as she follows him towards a small, clear space where he puts the blanket down, spreading it out. He offers his hand again, grinning at Ally as she sits, laying down next to him when he lays down.

"You see those stars there?" He points to the sky and Ally follows his fingers, squinting at the rapidly darkening sky.

"Yeah I think so."

"That's the Scorpius constellation."

"Really?"

"No idea."

She laughs, turning her head to him and finding him already looking at her, a faint smile on his face. She watches him back, eyes roaming over his handsome face, with his prominent nose and curls you just want to touch. She leans in and Javi meets her halfway, their lips crashing together as she slides her fingers around his head, tugging at the curls at the back of his neck. Javi feels his pants tighten even more and he pulls back, his eyes moving between hers, his eyebrows raised in question. She replies by gripping his shirt, pulling him to her as she unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders, only breaking the kiss for Javi to toss his shirt somewhere over his shoulder, both of them giggling as he lays her back, slotting himself between her spread legs.

He holds himself above her, his soft lips pressing to hers as he grinds himself against her, feeling her heat beneath his pants. Then her fingers are at his pant line, fumbling to open his button and the kiss breaks, his forehead pressed to hers as she manages to open the button, sliding his pants down just enough for him to spring out, hard and wanting. He pulls his head back just enough to look at her, his own lust echoed in the depths of her eyes.

[Signed]”Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yes. Please, Javi, I need you.”

He slides his hand up her bare thigh, pressing his fingers between her thighs and moaning as he feels how wet she is for him, her own moan at his light touch mixing with his. She grips his hand, showing him how to touch her, his thick fingers sending jolts of pleasure out from where he touches her. But then he pushes her panties aside, Ally silently grateful for wearing a dress as he touches her, his skin on hers, sliding his fingers and touching her how she showed him. Her release comes from nowhere, a loud gasp and moan coming from her as her back arches, her body tensing with pleasure. Her back lowers, her chest heaving as she looks up at Javi, his eyes nearly black in the low light and she wraps her legs around him, trying to get him to move. He smiles and presses his hips forward, slowly pushing into her as he watches her face contort with pleasure at the feel of him stretching her open, small pants puffing out into his face until he bottoms out. Javi stays like that, pulling out only a little before pushing in, just to give her a moment, until he feels her hands grasping at his back, her heels digging into his ass and he gets the hint. He sets a comforting pace, not too rough and not too light, adding in his signature thrust that has her pulsing around him, his name tumbling from her lips as he comes with her, unable to resist the feel of her engulfing him.

They stay like that for several minutes, her fingers lightly tracing a mindless pattern across his sweaty, bare back, their breathing syncing together. Slowly, Javi pulls out, a hiss on his lips as he pats at the ground for his shirt, helping to clean her up with it before himself. He chucks the shirt on the ground again, laughing lightly with Ally before laying back down, pulling her close to him as he feels her hand on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head as they watch the stars.

6 months later, they get married, happy to spend the rest of their days with each other, thankful that Javi stopped in the market that day.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐈̇𝐂𝐒

** banner by the amazing @pedrorascal thank you so much bby for taking the time to make this for me 🧡🧡🧡

series summary: Still struggling to come to terms with his father's recent passing, burdened by the weight of the business he left behind, Javi feels adrift. Meanwhile, years later, an unexpected twist of fate brings you back into Javi's life again—the daughter of his favorite housekeeper. Uncertain about your future and what to do with it, you find yourself at a crossroads, while Javi wrestles with the irresistible pull he feels towards you.

pairing: javi gutierrez x ofc!mia pradera (written in second person, no body descriptions)

word count: 6.1k

chapter summary: Javi wasn't expecting your return after years, he also wasn't expecting to see you naked through his bedroom window.

warnings: javi secretly peeping into your room through the window, male masturbation, thoughts of oral, age gap, javi showing signs of depression, grief, brief mention of drug use

a/n: welcome to the new and improved first chapter of the series! I've been reworking this for a week now and decided to repost it. There's a lot that has been changed and added so I highly recommend reading this one before going forward. The second chapter will be coming soon (and I mean it this time lmaodfvd) I'll be making the other version of the first chapter private and I'm hoping you guys will enjoy this version as well 💜💜💜

Special thank you to @emilianamason who beta'd this for me and also helped me out with the Spanish bits, I'm truly grateful so thank you once again 💕

***dividers by @firefly-graphics 💕

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The sky is a matte gray. It reminds Javi of the sea when there’s a storm raging underneath, the sand lifting from the bottom and giving the beautiful blue a more mud-like color. He sees crunchy leaves and smells cinnamon. It’s fall alright. He always finds this time of year a bit somber but in a romantic way. He’s holding a cup of espresso, the dark liquid still steaming. The pool has been drained for cleaning.

He can hear clatter coming from inside the house, mattresses are being flipped, apple pies are being baked. He’s the only man that lives here, yet everyone who works here spoils him, even if they don’t need to. No one really says anything but Javi can see it, the way they walk on eggshells around him, the conversations that fade into hushed whispers that carry the same lilt of his name.

Everyone treats him as a child. Not that he can blame them. Javi gave them little reason to behave otherwise. He did drugs, knew how to shoot a gun, and was the son of one of the most powerful men but still. . . he was a child in the sense that he knew little of the world. He wasn’t like Lucas who was more than eager to get his hands dirty.

A gentle child, that was what his father called him when he was young. He always uttered the words gently. Yet, hidden within his gentle expression but in his eyes, Javi could see the disappointment. He wanted a partner. Someone who did more than looking over the olive oil and wine business, it didn’t matter if Javi was good at it, his father wanted more of him.

In the end, he doesn’t mind the pampering—he’s grieving, isn’t he? He deserves it. He had no one else to take care of him, and the staff had been with him for years. He feels closer to them than Lucas. When his cousin mentioned taking over, Javi didn’t care. Not in the slightest. They were close enough that Javi didn’t have to worry about being killed or thrown out.

Besides, Javi enjoyed the finer things in life, which is why he didn’t mind overlooking the “front” of the job. He made sure that everything ran smoothly and Lucas seemed impressed by the growth of the business. Javi hated to admit it, but he did enjoy seeing that faint shimmer in his cousin’s eyes. The look that said; Oh, he’s not completely useless after all.

Besides, Javi enjoys sampling the wine. He adores the sourness that hits his tongue with every swallow.

“¿Discúlpeme señor?”

He takes a sip of his coffee.

“¿Si, señorita Pradera?”

Javi turns to look at her, a little smile playing on his lips. Lucía is one of his favorite employees and one of the ones that can read him like an open book. She’s a natural mother, a caretaker. Whenever he’s down on himself, she never once hesitated to pick him back up. It didn’t matter if he was shaking from going overboard on LSD or if he was crying during Paddington 2, she was there. It was nice to be taken care of. Something he couldn’t receive from his own family— maybe once or twice from his father. Javi didn’t know who his mother was, there was a lot of speculation about that.

Lucía just makes him happy. Talking to her feels like something light. He doesn’t need to overthink it, and if he says something wrong, he could always come and apologize. She never held a grudge. But despite how cheerful she seems, in her eyes, Javi can see the soft waves of sadness. Sometimes he saw the same waves in his own eyes, telling him that he was disappointing someone somewhere, that he’s done too many mistakes to turn back from.

She seems to be genuinely happy this time, her cheeks slightly flushed, forehead and cheeks glistening with a sheer coat of sweat.

“Do you remember, Mia?” she asks. “Mi hija.”

That’s right, Lucía had a daughter. Javi remembers you running around before you left to live with your father in the States. She often mentioned your name and sometimes she left to visit her but Mia never came. He isn’t sure if it was the father who didn’t let her or if Mia herself didn’t want to come, but regardless, Lucía was hurt by being away from her daughter for so long.

"I wanted to ask if my daughter could come para una visita. She's done with university y necesita un lugar to relax, figure things out."

He takes another sip of his coffee, it’s finished now. A leaf slowly spins down from above, the sunlight gently filtering through its translucent veins. It lands gently in the empty pool.

“¡Pero claro que si!” he says, and smiles. “When is she coming?”

“Next week.”

Javi was sitting on the terrace when you arrived.

He has a small plate of olive oil with thyme placed in front of him. Tearing a slice of bread into two, he dips a piece into the aromatic blend and brings it to his mouth. Javi only bites the part drenched in olive oil, he savors the taste, the sharp taste of dried thyme hitting his tongue. Shortly after, he goes for a second dip.

When he’s done chewing, you’re already at the top of the stairs.

You have no luggage, only a large backpack that slightly pulls your body back. Javi recognizes your face, the soft features he’s grown accustomed to when you were trailing behind your mother, asking to watch a movie on the big screen. You look more mature now, the corners of your face sharper yet still carry that roundness.

You’re staring at him as if he’s a long-lost sibling, your smile bright and wide. The expression is contagious, making him smile wide as well. Your gaze reminds him of a look he’s only seen in movies, the close-ups that sole purpose is to show the fondness in a person’s eyes. He’s not sure what he feels about that fond look in your eyes. Your gaze is incredibly soft and affectionate for a person who has been in the air for god knows how long—which is why he’s usually flying people in instead of the other way around.

You can see right through him, he thinks, nerves crackling with an uncomfortable feeling. It makes him conscious about how broken he truly is, his mask hardening the longer you smile.

“Javi!” you exclaim, arms opening wide. Not knowing what else to do Javi mimics you and wraps his arms around you. You giggle into his chest, your breath warm on his chest. “¡Te he extrañado!”

He missed you too.

Javi's ear catches the trace of an accent in your Spanish.

You smell of cheap coffee, chocolate, and the airport—and also a little bit of sweat, which is normal after such a long flight. Javi squeezes you once and feels you melting against him, you really must be tired to become so plaint under his touch. Swiftly, he releases his grip, yet your palms find solace on his shoulders, causing him to awkwardly flex his knees in order to accommodate the lingering touch. He wasn’t aware of how close you were standing. Your breath mingling with his own as your eyes dance along his face, taking in every worn-out detail.

You suddenly pull your hands back, a bashful chuckle slipping past your lips.

“Sorry about that— I’m feeling a bit jet-lagged.” you rock back and forth on your heels, anxious energy overwhelming your nerves. “How have you been?”

Javi stands still, eyes slightly wide, not knowing how to answer such a question. Physically, he feels good. Mentally, also good but he isn’t sure. He’s fine during the day, his routine occupying his mind enough so that he doesn’t register the loss. His father wasn’t around that much anyway. But when night fell and he laid his head against his overly fluffed pillow. . . that’s when he remembered. His chest ached, his eyes stung. He didn’t know how to deal with it so he remained silent, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sometimes he even gets angry trying to muster up an answer.

He can never get angry with you though, besides you had no idea of knowing. His tongue nervously swipes over his bottom lip and his teeth dig into the inside of his cheek. He’s about to answer, say he’s fine, but you beat him to it.

“God, I’m being such an ass. Of course, you’re not okay,” you murmur more to yourself than him. He still hears you though and your words catch him by surprise. You softly hit yourself in the head, which makes worry roll down his spine. “I’m really sorry about your father, Javi. My mom told me. That must’ve been hard for you.”

Has it been hard for him?

Honestly, he’s not sure. His death, his funeral… it all passed by in such a blur. He remembers his father dying slowly, in an expensive hospital bed with flowers by his side. Javi doesn’t quite remember the rest. He doesn’t remember the funeral, the moment he was gently laid into the earth, never to be seen again.

He does remember feeling Gabriella’s hand on his shoulder. He also remembers Lucas standing close to him, his eyes watching the casket go down.

“I am okay,” he takes the hand that you’d hit yourself with, thumb slowly moving over the soft planes of your hand. He smiles when you let out a sigh of relief and turns his eyes to the empty chairs. “And thank you. I have been doing better. Why don’t you take a seat, you must be tired. I will call your mother for you.”

He watches as you take a seat and after a brief phone call to Lucía, Javi sits down as well. He asks what you’ve been up to, about your life in America after you’d moved away from your mother. Briefly, Javi sees a hint of hesitation and regret pooling in your eyes. He doesn’t know much about why you left, he only remembers that you were young back then, just a kid basically.

Javi manages to ease your thoughts by slowly sliding the basket full of bread and the small plate of olive oil toward your way, saying that you should eat. Only after the first bite you being to speak freely, telling him how hard university has been and that the competition was rough and had drained you out, making you feel like a shell of a person.

“You’re not a shell,” he answers, brows drawn together. You smile between bites of oil-soaked breath, shooting him an appreciative smile.

“You’re still the nicest man I know,” you say. Javi’s not sure how you could’ve drawn that connection, he doesn’t remember doing anything to gather such an observation but takes the compliment anyway. “I had a troublesome professor. He really did a number on me mentally, I like my field but I really want to do something else with my life.”

“And what is that?” he dips the leftover bread into the last pools of olive oil. “What do you want to do?”

"I yearn to weave tales," you express with a melodic lilt as if addressing an audience, then you laugh. Javi feels like he’s watching his favorite painting come to life, raw and vivid. “Sorry, that sounded snobby of me didn’t it?” your tongue pokes through your cheek. “I want to write a book, create screenplays, and even directing—I want to do it all. That's why I'm so happy mom called me here. It's such a beautiful place to think about big things like that, you know? And well. . . "

You trail off and worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “You’re here too, which is nice. You still like watching movies?”

“Of course,” he answers, feeling the tip of his ears growing warm. “You know that I take my movie-watching very seriously.”

You’re grinning now, “I do. I think you might be the one who introduced me to the media actually. We watched movies at home but here. . . ” you sigh, eyes taking in the scenery. “Here it felt magical. And I loved the endless movie facts you seemed to have stored up in that brain of yours.”

“You flatter me,” despite himself, he’s smiling from ear to ear. “It’s nice that you want to direct.”

“That’s only one of the things I want to do,” you say, stuffing your mouth with the last bit of bread. “But yeah. I know it’s a competitive field, some parts of it are downright evil, but it just calls to me. Imagine someone watching your story, isn’t that exciting?”

Javi's mouth momentarily opens, then promptly shuts. Yes, it is exciting.

Suddenly your brows furrow, your gaze meeting his as you swallow, “Didn’t you want to write a script as well? I remember you being really into Nicolas Cage.”

His lips part again but the words die on his tongue. He’s surprised that you remember so much about him. In all honesty, Javi does remember the movie nights he had with you before you left—But it definitely wasn’t anything inspirational. During the many boring, work-related dinners, he would find you crouched behind the wall listening, watching your mother, clearly bored out of your mind. He asked if you wanted to watch a movie one night, and you said yes. After that, it became a habit. You would come to him, tugging his sleeve and asking to go to the cinema room. He happily indulged, of course.

Javi doesn’t remember the first movie he played for you, but he does remember the second one; Raising Arizona.

Thankfully, your mother's animated voice swiftly dispels the silence that was dancing on the line of turning awkward.

“Mia!” Lucía's attempt to reach her daughter almost resulted in a tumble down the stairs. She catches herself midstep. “¡Estás aquí! How was your flight?”

“¡Mamá!”

Javi watches them hug, an uncomfortable yearning stirring in his gut. In a tearful embrace, Lucía holds you close, squeezing her daughter tight.

Javi wanted to talk more about films, ask about your favorite actors, he wanted to hear your stories. He seems to be invisible to them now, not that he blames them. Just in case one of them catches his wistful look, he forces a smile.

They climb up the stairs, mother and daughter. Javi catches fragments of Lucía's voice, softly describing the breathtaking view from your room. A feeling he can’t place tugs gently at his heart and whatever it was, he keeps it hidden beneath his quivering smile.

Javi stares at the now empty basket and plate. He sees only crumbs. The chair you were sitting in is pushed back, misplaced, forgotten. He picks up the plate and basket, slides the chair back into place, and heads up the stairs, making his way to the kitchen.

Javi is laying on the bed, the sheets cozy and warm. A book rests delicately between his broad palms but his mind is elsewhere, the words only mere shapes inked on paper.

He’s thinking of you. How full of life you are, how you still have ambitions– Your life full of undiscovered paths, he envies it. He envies the hope, the excitement, the illusion of choice. He’s happy for you, of course, but he can’t help the wistful beating of his heart. He had responsibilities since the day he was born. Javi is aware that he’s a privileged man. He’s not going to pity himself in thinking that he isn’t. He got what he wanted, but he also heard an earful about how he was wasting his life on silly things. That he should focus.

Focus on what? He always wanted to ask. He didn’t see why he couldn’t indulge in his hobbies and the business that was forced upon him. In the end, his father’s greatest fear came true, Javi has no interest in taking over. The family patriarch never said anything but it was clear to Javi that his father was disappointed.

A soft, gentle light catches his attention. It pours through the expansive, elegant windows adorned with ornate square bars reminiscent of wrought iron. Closing his book, Javi assumes a sitting position, his socked feet firmly planted on the cool floor. His interest is piqued. Normally, no one stays in the building across from him. It was usually reserved for family visits.

What happens next is an accident.

Or perhaps it is a blessing disguised as an accident. He’s undecided.

Javi sees you, towel loosely wrapped around your figure, hair still dripping wet. His mouth goes dry, eyes wide as he stares, unable to tear away his darkened gaze. Compared to when he first saw you today, your walk is slow, languid. You stand at the side of the bed and clumsily free yourself of the tight clutch of the fluffy towel. Dipping your head, you cradle the back of it with the towel and fold it in front, only to throw your entire head back, leaving you bare for all to see.

His cheeks become a shade darker, fingers uncontrollably twitching against his thigh. The muscle at the base of his stomach tightens, radiating warmth.

Did you know? Were you aware that he could see you? No, of course not. There’s no fathomable reason as to why you would want him to lay his eyes on you. Javi holds his breath. He should say something, should he not?

Briefly, you disappear from his eye line only to reappear a short moment later with two bottles of —what he assumes— lotion in your hands. His cock hardens as you slather your body with lotion. He swears he can smell it. A delicate scent that carries notes of daffodil and vanilla. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. Warm honey drips down his spine, forcing goosebumps to appear over his skin. He hates that he’s still watching.

He knows what he'll see if he was brave enough to look down; the telltale bulge of arousal within the front of his sweatpants. He can feel it twitching angrily, tempting him to reach down and take it in his hand and give in to the pleasure that would undoubtedly come with it.

Why the fuck is he still watching?

You start applying the lotion from your legs, going all the way up to your thighs. You massage it sensually into your skin, fingers spread wide as you lean down and pull yourself back up. Javi’s stomach churns, his own hand sneaking under the waistband of his sweats. He wraps his fingers around his thick cock, thinking how fortunate it was that he skipped wearing boxers before bed.

His shirt sticks to his skin. His chest heaving as he begins to stroke himself, the pressure of his hand makews his eyes roll back. His thumb swipes at the slit, spreading the precum all over the length of his cock. A groan echoes from the back of his throat. His hand is moving with ease now, tenderly gliding up and down his hard cock.

His teeth clenched tightly together, Javi’s eyes flicker back to the window. Your hands slide up your stomach and over your breasts, they bounce perfectly as gravity tugs them back down. You spread the lotion over your chest and neck. His hand moves faster. He slightly hunches forward, hips jerking as if he’s actually fucking himself into you.

His mouth opens in a silent moan as his fingers grip the base of his shaft. The sensation builds until his spine is aching for release. His hips buck against his hand and his thighs clench as the pleasure courses through his veins.

Javi imagines the soft moans he'd hear coming from his mouth, your lips wrapping tightly around the tip of his cock. His body tenses at the fictitious swirl of your tongue, tantalizing flexing with each stroke that takes him closer to the edge. With each thrust of his hips your body would grind against his leg, he’d feel you quiver. He thinks of the slickness of your saliva sliding down his length as you suck him dry. You’d squeeze his hips with both of your hands. . . it feels like electricity shooting through him. He wants to feel you against him, feel the heat of your skin, and kiss you senseless.

He cums hard while you’re getting dressed, his jaw lax as he thrusts fervently into his fist. His sweatpants cling to him like a second skin. He can feel the sticky mess inside as it pools in the fabric, disgusted by the warmth of his own body as it wraps around him. There’s a short second where the urge to throw up consumes him, he thinks about running to the toilet, emptying everything out to trick himself to believe that it never happened.

But it did.

The lights of your room fade away, only the moon left to kiss away Javi’s concern. His legs tremble and ache as he gets up. Pleasure still licks at his body, making him want more. His soft cock is uncomfortable trapped under his sweatpants, throbbing and aching despite the events that just transpired.

Javi grabs a new pair, this one thinner than the other and heads to the bathroom.

Javi jolts awake to the sound of a loud knock. Groggily, he rises from his bed, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes with a loose fist. Another knock follows, causing a small, annoyed growl to escape his chest. He reluctantly opens the door, his eyes half-lidded, only to find a familiar face on the other side that leaves him momentarily dumbfounded.

Memories of the previous night flash through his mind, and suddenly he becomes acutely aware of his morning arousal, discreetly straining against the front of his sweatpants.

“Mia?” he asks, voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing here?”

He notices the set of clean towels in your hands, but his attention is captivated by the way your eyes sweep over his body, your lips forming a mischievous smile. Confusion tugs at his thoughts while a gentle, chilling breeze infiltrates his room, leaving his abdomen colder than usual.

Oh.

OH.

He doesn’t have his shirt on—shit.

“Looking good Señor Gutierrez,” you tease, eyes going over his body one more time. “Mom told me I should help around, so I brought you your clean towels.”

“Ah,” he says stupidly. “Gracias, querida. I hope she is not working you too hard.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you shrug. “Besides, I’m staying here rent-free. I might as well do a bit of work.”

He takes the towels, his hands feeling oddly disconnected, as if they belong to someone else. You flash him a final smile before pivoting on your heel. Javi watches with undeniable hunger as you confidently strutted away, his eyes admiring the way your hips sway as you saunter off. He feels the familiar stirring in his body, his cock demanding attention that he can’t give in the middle of the hallway. He continues to gaze until you vanish into one of the many corridors.

His throat feels unbelievably tight as he closes the door and heads to the bathroom. Javi feels a flock of birds pecking at his brain, reminding him of Prometheus. He doesn’t know what he should be feeling. The only thing he does know is that he shouldn’t be thinking of you in such a way.

Javi stares at his reflection in the mirror. The whites of his eyes are stained red, the bags underneath prominent and dark. It looks as if he hasn’t slept in years.

A deep sigh escapes his lips as he undresses. He won’t be seeing you like that again anyway, there’s no point in dwelling over something that only happened once.

Javi had underestimated how frequently he would be seeing you around. Your gaze is constant. He knows you’re watching him without actually having to look; his skin tightens, the back of his head starting to tingle. You’re mostly doing chores and don’t stop to chat with him, which he’s grateful for. But still, from your gaze, he senses that unlike him, you do want to talk.

The guilt is eating him from the inside out. Your naked form is engraved into the back of his lids, whenever he closes his eyes, he sees you. The sting of his eyes is constant, aching for moisture. He can’t fight against it and blinks, and as soon as he does, his cock grows hard.

Lucía would be furious with him if she knew—she’d be absolutely disgusted.

He worries that you might’ve seen him last night. Maybe that’s why you wanted to stop and talk with him. Fortunately, the mansion is spacious enough to provide him with hiding spots, allowing him to retreat when needed.

With each passing hour of the day, his uncertainty and guilt fester within him like poison.

He hurries to his bedroom as soon as dinner is over. Normally, he would have a glass of wine, engage in conversation with the staff, and unwind. However, not today, not with you present. . . observing him. . . talking to him.

He just can’t.

Javi ignores confused glances directed at him and excuses himself. The looks linger as he walks away, though there’s a probable chance that he might be imagining it. He’s convinced that you and your mother are both counting his every step. He doesn’t turn to check.

When he closes the door to his bedroom, back pressed snug against the wood, his breathing becomes strained, lungs rattling with every struggling gasp of air. His pupils blown, his gaze immediately flickers to your bedroom window. Much to his relief, and disappointment, the lights are off.

Javi settles onto the bed, the watch on his bedside table ticking away, drawing closer to the time he had seen you naked yesterday. He finds himself waiting until the hands of the clock reach the exact same moment. The lights are still off. Another minute goes by.

Then, finally, a beam of light that comes from a far pours through his windows, shadows stretching across the floor. He can breathe again.

Standing in the middle of the room, you stretch, your arms seemingly reaching for the sun. Javi’s gaze follows your every move. He watches as you scroll on your phone for about five minutes on the bed. He watches as you disappear, leaving him to stare into an empty room. He watches as he swears he can hear the music that you’re blasting from your phone.

He watches and waits until he can see you again. Just like the day before. Bare. Soft.

His mouth waters, cock already throbbing with need.

Javi’s not sure how long he waits. It could’ve been an hour or a minute, but whatever time had passed, you appear once again, the same towel wrapped around your body.

His mouth dry, he swallows hard. Javi's breath catches in his throat as his eyes drift over your curves. Unbidden, his hand moves eagerly to his crotch, eyes fixated on you as he palms himself. His tongue peeks out, wetting his lips as you shift onto your stomach. Your towel slides up, revealing the perfect mounds of your ass, and he gulps, his fingertips trembling as he hastily unzips himself. A moan escapes him as he admires the lobes of your ass peeking from beneath the towel.

Precum already oozes from the tip, and Javi eagerly wraps his fingers around his hardening cock. His strokes are slick and smooth, his breaths coming faster.

Javi hears the rush of blood pounding in his ears as his breathing grows even more jagged with every passionate thrust of his hips. You lift your legs, spreading them apart and crossing them from side to side while watching a video from your phone, completely unaware. His hungry gaze is met with the entire expanse of your body exposed only to him as small water droplets still cling to your skin, cascading down your legs and wetting the area between them. The sinful image of your pretty pussy becoming wet and glistening spurs him on, he imagines how wet you’d be, only for him.

He pushes his hips harder against his fist, the need to feel connected to you driving him forward. His pounding heart is accompanied by an unquenchable craving to touch and explore every inch of your body.

Javi’s grip tightens and tremors start to run through his body. His head drops back as his movements quicken, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. With a deep moan, his muscles coil tight as the pleasure cascades through him, a warm rush flooding every inch of him. He shudders joyfully and with a final thrust, he coats his fist in his own release.

His face is contorted in a blissful expression, his eyes closed in reverence. Drops of sweat slowly trickle down his toned body, drawing paths through the smattering of light brown hair that adorns his tanned skin. His lips are slightly parted as he drinks in the pleasure, a low moan coursing through his lips.

With half-lidded eyes, Javi’s gaze drops down to his spent cock. He made a mess of himself and the floor underneath, the pearly droplets glistening in the soft light.

He’s going to have to clean that.

The guilt comes rushing through. He’s disgusted by himself, the feeling tasting of bile that is thick on his tongue. It felt good at the given moment but now that his head is clearing, what he did just makes him feel sick. He’s quick to wipe the floor with one of his shirts, then tosses it into the laundry basket for cleaning.

Javi gives you one last glance before leaving the room, you’re still on your phone, completely oblivious to him.

He decides to stay in one of the guestrooms that night, but it doesn’t stop with one.

Javi stays there the next night, and the next—

And the one after that.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“What— No, why would you think that?”

Javi was lying, of course. He’d been avoiding you like the plague, turning the other way whenever he saw you approaching him. It's been about a week since he changed rooms. He didn’t tell anyone about it, the house was big enough for him to occupy another room without anyone knowing.

However, he hadn’t expected you to actively seek him out, which he now realized was stupid of him. He just wanted to do a bit of skeet shooting, a means to vent his frustrations. The morning was chilly and it made goosebumps rise across his skin. He enjoyed the feeling, which was why he skipped wearing a jacket.

You, on the other hand, were covered from head to toe.

“I don’t know,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself. A faint cloud dances from your lips. “Maybe it’s just me being paranoid. You really don’t mind me being here, right?”

Javi gently leans the gun against the sturdy stone rail. His heart clenches at your question, he never wanted you to feel guilty, or for you to feel unwanted. He slowly shakes his head, his gaze rising up to meet yours.

“Por supuesto que no,” he responds, his voice quivering, the biting air seeming to grip his vocal cords as he struggles to express himself. Of course, he doesn’t mind. “You are free to stay here as long as you wish. I just…I have been—”

He chokes up, mouth gaping, his gaze still fixed on yours. You're the first to look away, shifting your eyes elsewhere, and instinctively, you hug yourself tighter, trying to ward off the chill in the air. A nervous laugh escapes your lips.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, at least, not if you don’t want to. I’m always happy to listen. I just wanted to be sure if I was overstaying my welcome or not.”

“It’s okay. As I said, you are free to stay.”

You smile at him then, asking him whether or not he'll be joining you for breakfast, he says that he’ll come after taking a couple more shots. You eye the rifle, eyebrow raised in a peculiar way. You state that it’s too cold and head inside. Javi stares as you leave, he decides not to shoot anything, instead, he follows you to the dining room.

Javi moves back into his room that night.

You had excused yourself early claiming that you felt dirty and needed a shower. Javi couldn’t help it. He waits, like always does. A week of not seeing you made him grow hungry, his body was left in a constant state of wanting. He needed to see you, he needed to cum while witnessing your naked body.

This time he has no shame in ridding himself of his pants, wrapping a hand around himself, he lazily strokes himself. He still remembers every curve and crevice of your body, it haunts him day and night, decorating his dreams and nightmares alike. Javi’s eyes travel along the windowsill of your room, the lights are still off, much to his surprise.

He’s startled as the door slams open, a triumphant “I knew it!” ringing out.

With panic, Javi attempts to pull up his pants but the stubborn fabric sticks to his legs instead, making him stumble forward and almost falls off the bed. Luckily, he manages to catch himself at the very last second, planting himself firmly on the mattress. He hears the door close, more silently compared to how it was opened, he finds himself staring at your shoes. He gulps.

“Why are you here?” he asks, voice horrified. “How long have you known?”

“Not that long,” you answer. He still refuses to meet your gaze. “I had my suspicions when you started to avoid me, then I noticed you switched rooms. One night I waited in my room to see if you were watching or not.”

Tears sting the corner of his eyes, he’s pathetic. Then, like a soothing oceanic breeze, he feels your finger curling underneath his chin, forcing his downcast gaze up. His cheeks flush at the soft touch. He expects you to laugh at him, but he finds a gaze of sympathy instead. You pull down his bottom lip and every bit of oxygen leaves his lungs.

“Lo siento, Mia,” he whispers.

“Está bien, I don’t care. I. . . I have an idea, actually.”

Wide-eyed, he looks at you with concern. Your thumb still lingers on his lip, he enjoys it there, he enjoys the comfort you provide despite his mind screaming at him how disgusting and pitiful he is.

“And what might that be?”

“We can. . . help each other out,” you answer, flustered, your breathing short. “If you want to, that is. I had a stressful year. . . I wouldn’t mind having some fun.”

His brows furrow, “I do not understand.”

Another lie. He did. He just couldn’t believe it to be true.

“I think you do, Señor Gutierrez,” you tease. His heart skips a beat at the playful lilt of your voice, his mind is racing. You squeeze his bottom lip gently and his breath hitches.

“I’m not—” he licks his lips, the tip of it touching the pad of your thumb. “I am not that experienced.”

This time his whole body burns. He had lovers in the past, of course, but not many. None of those relationships lasted long either, how could it with the family that he had? He wasn’t even sure what he liked or disliked, and after a while, he just stopped trying to form a meaningful connection with anyone. He closed up, not really knowing what else to do with the cards he was dealt with.

Your answer takes him by surprise.

“That’s okay. We can learn new things about each other, together.”

His heart flutters at the softness of your voice, the kindness of your smile. He parts his lips to speak, to tell you how grateful he is, but before he can, you drop to your knees, a sly smile stretching across your face.

“Do you want my help?” you ask, your fingers spread across his thighs. He sucks in a sharp breath as you give him a gentle, yet firm, squeeze. “Tell me what you want, Javi.”

“I would— I would love to feel your lips on my cock, princesa.”

“Princesa?” you repeat, amused. “I like the sound of that.”

He finds heaven between your lips.

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storiesforallfandoms · 9 months

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happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez;the unbearable weight of massive talent

word count: 2841

request?: no

description: in which she gets her husband the best birthday gift of his life: nic cage

pairing: javi gutierrez x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

It felt almost impossible to come up with a good gift for Javi. What do you get the man who has everything? Literally everything. Javi had more money than most people could ever dream of, and he used that money to buy whatever he wanted. It was infuriating. I could never think of good birthday gifts for him because whatever I could think of, he got it for himself.

There was one gift I could possibly get him that would blow his mind. It was a long shot, but if I could pull it off then I would be giving him the best gift he’d ever receive in his entire life.

“Gabriela, I need your help,” I said to her one morning just after Javi had left with Lucas. “I want to try and get Nic Cage to come make an appearance at Javi’s birthday party.”

Gabriela’s eyes widened. “That’s...a huge deal, (Y/N).”

“I know, and I know it’s a long shot because he’s a big actor who is probably very busy, but I know Javi would lose his mind if we could make this happen. I’ll do whatever it takes. However much money he wants, free accommodations at the mansion, I’ll even try to pay for whatever his passion project is to be made. Anything he wants.” I took Gabriela’s hands in mine. “Please, Gabriela. Javi would love this.”

She thought for a few moments before squeezing my hands. “I’ll look for the contact info for his agent online.”

Turns out, it’s not that hard to find Nic Cage’s agent’s contact info online. Actually, it was the first thing that popped up when we Googled “Nicolas Cage agent contact info”. We wrote his agent a lengthy email, basically begging for Nic Cage to come to Javi’s birthday party. I even threw in an offer of one million dollars just to show up to the party. We hit send, waiting with baited breath for a response.

Of course, I knew we wouldn’t get a response right away. But as the days passed and still nothing, my anxiety began to grow. I was constantly refreshing my email, hoping that a new email would arrive already. I was trying not to be too obvious, but Javi noticed that I was distracted very quickly.

“Is everything alright, mi amor?” he asked me one morning when I checked my phone during breakfast. It was very unlike me to be on my phone at the table, but I wasn’t thinking about anything besides getting a response to this damn email. “You seem...distracted.”

“I’m sorry, honey. It’s just...something I’m planning for your birthday.”

His eyes brightened. “For my birthday, you say? Any hints?”

I smiled and leaned in close to him. “Absolutely not.”

He playfully groaned, but closed the small gap between us to kiss me.

A week had passed by and I started to give up hope. I had let go of the idea when my phone chimed, signaling an incoming email. When I opened it I had to refrain from screaming with joy.

The email read, “Dear Mrs. Gutierrez. Mr. Cage has accepted your offer to appear at your event. Please provide us with the details as well as location and travel details.”

It was hard to contain my excitement around Javi. I didn’t want to give away the surprise, but every time I looked at him I kept thinking about how excited he was going to be when he saw the Nic Cage at his birthday party. It was going to be the hardest secret I ever had to keep.

The time flew by, luckily, and before I knew it, I was on my way to the dock to meet Nicolas Cage. I had assigned one person to pick up Nic in the boat to try and minimize the chances of Javi finding out about the surprise. Besids me, only two people knew: Gabriela and Oscar, one of Javi’s men who I had escort Nic to our home. I watched as the boat came closer and closer. I could see Oscar driving while an unfamiliar figure was slumped in the back of the boat.

Nic fucking Cage.

I tried to keep myself composed as the boat docked and Oscar helped Nic to unload his luggage. He was so tall. He was almost intimidating in person.

“Mr. Cage,” I said. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to pass up a gig that’s offering a million dollars just to show up,” he responded. “What’s the deal with this party, anyways? Because if the couple is expecting me to engage in some form of voyeurism, or something along those lines, they are going to be very disappointed.”

I was taken back by his suggestion. He was looking at me, waiting for a response, while I stood there looking like an idiot with my mouth hanging open.

“N-No,” I finally said. “It’s nothing like that. My husband is a huge fan of your work. I wanted to surprise him with an appearance from you for his birthday. You just have to be there, talk to him, share some stories from the sets of your movies maybe.”

His face went pale. “You...you’re Mrs. Gutierrez?”

“Yes, I am.”

He was left just as speechless as I felt. We looked at each other for a long time, an awkward feeling in the air. Finally, I gestured for him to follow me and Oscar to the car that was waiting to take us back to the house. I got into the front seat as Oscar loaded Nic’s luggage into the trunk as Nic got into the back seat.

The ride was silent for a while. I was still more nervous over the fact that I was in the same car as Nic Cage than I was upset over what Nic had said. But I could tell he was embarrassed. I just wasn’t sure how to put his mind as ease when I was too starstruck to string a sentence together.

“Listen,” he said, finally breaking the awkward silence. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. You have to understand that this was a bizarre request I got to come to a birthday party, for a large sum of money. I had no idea what to expect.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I understand. Honestly, I didn’t even think your agent would respond, so I didn’t plan out your appearance much until you said yes.”

“So, what is the plan?”

“The party isn’t until tomorrow evening, so we have the guest house set up for you to stay in. Gabriela, mine and Javi’s assistant, will come and get you, and usher you to the party without Javi noticing. I have a speech planned, that will be your entrance.”

Nic was nodding along as I spoke. When I finished, he said, “You must really love this Javi to go through so much effort for a birthday gift.”

I smiled. “Well, I married him for a reason.”

~~~~~~

The next night, I was stood in front of one of the full length mirrors in mine and Javi’s room. I had changed into the dress I had found on our bed that afternoon, with a note attached to it that said, “Wear this tonight, mi amor xo”.

Typical of Javi to buy me something to wear on his birthday.

I had to admit, Javi’s taste in dresses was always phenomenal. I had one closet dedicated to all the dresses he has bought me in the past. They had never been wore more than once, but they were too beautiful to let go of. This one was no different. It was a long, off the shoulder, velvet dress in a deep red color. I pulled a pair of champagne colored heels from the closet to wear with it, and a gold necklace Javi had gotten for me won our first anniversary.

Two arms wrapped around my waist as a head of curly brown hair buried itself against my neck.

“You look beautiful, mi amor,” Javi said as he pressed a light kiss on the nape of my neck.

“Thank you,” I said. “Helps that I seem to have a husband with the best fashion sense in the world.”

I turned my head to look up at him. He kissed my lips as I leaned back against him. His hands ran over the soft material of my dress, exploring my body as his tongue ran across my bottom lip.

“What if we ditch the party and stay up here so I can take this dress off of you instead?” he suggested.

I giggled. “Ditch your own birthday party?” He nodded and began kissing my neck again. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

I turned in his arms to look up at him. “Because there are nearly a hundred people down in our courtyard waiting to celebrate you. You can’t just ditch them.”

Javi groaned, burying his head in the crook of my neck. It felt nearly impossible to reject his offer when he was kissing me in the right spot, touching me in the right spots, and in general just looked so fucking handsome. I just wanted to let him take the dress off of me and do whatever he wanted to me.

But my mind drifted back to the special guest I had waiting to make an appearance, and that was enough for me to push Javi away.

“We can’t miss your party,” I told him. “Besides, I have an amazing present for you.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “One that requires us going to the party?” I nodded. “Well, now you’ve managed to convince me.”

I kissed his nose and took his hands in mine, pulling him out of our room and to the party that was kicking off down below.

We were met with cheers and a chorus of “Happy Birthday!”s. Lucas passed both of us a glass of champagne and made a quick toast in Javi’s honor. There was more cheering. I looked up to see Javi was positively glowing with happiness. I smiled at him, knowing that his gift was going to up this happiness even more.

I let Javi socialize for nearly an hour. Actually, it was hard to get him away from someone once he had started talking, but I figured it was his party so he deserved to talk to whoever he wanted for however long he wanted. But, the more time ticked on, the more anxious I grew. I didn’t want to interrupt his conversation, but I didn’t want to leave Nic waiting too long to make his entrance.

Luckily, Gabriela was the one to finally draw everyone’s attention as she got on stage and tapped a fork against her champagne glass. The crowd went silent and turned towards her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, before we continue with the festivities tonight, there was someone who wanted to say a few words in honor of the birthday boy,” she said. “Everybody, please give it up for (Y/N) Gutierrez.”

The crowd cheered as I made my way towards the stage. I put my arms out to Gabriela to pull her into a hug, and she whispered in my ear, “He’s ready.”

I mouthed “Thank you” to her as we pulled away before turning to the crowd of people who were looking at me.

“Hello everyone,” I started. “I don’t usually make a spectacle like this at Javi’s birthdays, but this year is different. For one, I believe that a man as incredible as Javi deserves the spectacle of his wife giving a super sappy speech about how much she loves him and how amazing he is. He deserves it, but that’s not the speech you’re getting tonight, so don’t hold your breath.” The audience chuckled. “Although, I will say that Javi is one of the most kindhearted men I have ever known. Getting to share my life with him has been the greatest privilege for me.”

I met Javi’s eyes in the crowd. He was smiling, admiration showing on his face. When I first started dating Javi, Lucas would say that Javi looked at me the way Disney princes looked at their princesses. I used to laugh it off, until I actually noticed it one day. I think that was the moment I knew Javi was in love with me, and the moment I realized I was in love with him, too.

“And all of that brings me to the second reason I decided to make a speech tonight,” I continued. “Because Javi is such an amazing person, I often try to give him the best gifts I can think of. That’s not exactly easy when you’re husband is richer than God and tends to like buying things for himself. But, tonight, I think I have finally figured out what the best gift in the world for Javi would be. And it’s definitely something I knew he has never tried to purchase for himself.”

I looked behind me. Nic was stood far enough away from the stage that no one would notice him unless they were actually looking, but close enough that he could hear me talking and knew when he would come in. He met my eyes and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back at him before turning back to the awaiting crowd.

“Javi, here is my gift for you.” I made a grand gesture with my arms and said, “Nicolas Cage!”

A collective gasp floated through the crowd as Nic stepped up onto the stage. I looked back at Javi to see that his eyes were so wide they were nearly popping out of his head. He was paralyzed in place. I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. I stepped off the stage and extended a hand to him.

“Come meet your hero,” I said.

“You got Nicolas Cage?” he questioned, his voice so quiet I almost couldn’t hear him. “You got the actual Nicolas Cage to come to my birthday party? This is what you’ve been planning for all this time?”

“I said I wanted to get you the best gift ever,” I reminded him. “Happy birthday, my love.”

He was finally spurred into movement. He took my hand and let me lead him towards the stage, where his hero was stood waiting. Nic smiled and extended a hand to Javi. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Javi. Your wife told me all about you.”

Javi shook his hand, but didn’t speak. I lightly nudged him, which snapped him out of his starstruck trance and got him to start talking.

The rest of the night was spent with basically everyone wanting to talk to Nic. Eventually, Javi was able to pull himself away so that Nic could speak to the crowd about whatever they wanted to hear. Javi found his way back to my side and pulled me close to him. I leaned into his embrace, watching his child-like wonder towards the man he had loved and admired for so long. I knew this whole thing was a success, and that’s all that mattered to me.

The night finally came to an end as the crowd, still also starstruck by the sudden appearance of a celebrity, reluctantly began to leave. Javi offered Nic one of the spare rooms in our mansions and called for one of his men to collect Nic’s things to bring up. I thanked the actor again for coming before leaving the two men so I could get ready for bed. As much as I loved seeing Javi’s happiness, the heels were starting to hurt my feet and I was started to grow tired.

I didn’t expect to see Javi before I fell asleep, so when he came into our room just as I was getting into bed, I was a little shocked.

“You mujer hermosa,” he said, crossing the room to stand next to me. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Was it the best gift ever?” I asked.

“Better than the best gift ever. I don’t know how anyone will ever top what you gave me tonight,” he said.

I beamed with pride. “Well, that’s all that matters to me then. I’ve finally figured out something to give you that you haven’t gotten for yourself yet.”

He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me in for a kiss. It was sweet and passionate, and his hands found their way to the small of my back to pull me as close against him as I could. I started to giggle against his lips as he backed us up towards the bed, then we both toppled over onto the soft mattress.

“I love you so much,” he said. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have such an incredible wife.”

“I love you, too,” I said. “And you are very lucky to have me.”

He chuckled and kissed me again so feverishly that I completely forgot about being tired.

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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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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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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. 😈

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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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The King's Queen - chapter 8

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Unnecessarily sexy use of a mirror, lingerie, size kink, loss of virginity, praise/worship, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex Summary: The night is finally here, and taking the next step with Javi feels even more natural than you dreamed. Notes: Welcome back to the Balearic Islands and welcome to smut time! (Gif is representative of the vibe, not of reader's appearance.)

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

The first people to rise from the dinner table are you and Javi, which is as it should be. Everyone is finished with their meal when the king is, and you are more than happy to leave present company tonight. You take Javi’s arm with a smile and say your good nights, sparing a sly smile for Maisie and Gabriela as you go.

“That did not seem as painful as I was expecting.” Javi admits with a reassuring pat to your hand. “Your father was more restrained, I think.”

“I don’t think he expected me to ever tell him no,” you admit softly. “I wonder if he was bitching to my stepmother about me in the stables because he knew he couldn’t do it at dinner.”

“If he was, we can find out, if you wish.” He tells you with a smirk. “The stables have cameras.”

“I honestly don’t know if I want that kind of knowledge.” You admit with a shake of your head. “But please. Less talk of my father and more of us? We weren’t parted long this afternoon, but I’d like to hear about your day.”

“Not another word.” He promises, smiling at you. “Julius had me read over more agreements. Sometimes I feel like all I do is sign things. I need a stamp with my signature.”

“If you had that, then anyone could sign your name.” An idea which is alarming for several reasons. “I know it’s tedious, querido, but it is important.”

“I know.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyway. What did you and your ladies do this afternoon? Your first official as Princess?”

"We talked about you a little." It makes you smile as he seems so surprised by that fact. "I went over a few things with Flores and Sebastian went over my schedule for tomorrow with me after he came back from the stables. It was...fairly uneventful." All accept the conversation with Maisie and Gabriela in your closet, but of course you don't want to give away the surprise they helped you plan for him.

“That sounds lovely.” Javi tells you with a smile, nerves settling in his belly as you approach your bedroom suite. “Although tomorrow the wedding planning begins, sí?”

"Sí." The planning will begin in earnest, and there will be so much to do that it makes your head spin a bit. Or perhaps that's the nerves of anticipation for tonight. You cannot truly tell at the moment. "Would you still like me to have two dresses, mi amor?" He had said so in your first conversation about the wedding, and if it is something he truly dreams of then you will make sure it happens.

“Only if you wish.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to. “I just know that the traditional wedding dresses of queens are not…” he struggles to find the right words. “Party ready.”

"Maisie has already been showing me examples of designs so voluminous I would take up half the room." It does make you giggle, though, and you hug his arm. "I'll talk to the dressmaker. See what she thinks."

“Whatever you want.” He reminds you, “Catherine’s dress was gorgeous and simple lines.”

"I'm afraid I might have a more...active imagination than the Duchess of Cambridge did." The grin you aim in his direction is only slightly guilty, not mentioning that you also do not have a fussy British granny to satisfy with propriety. There is only him and you, but you won't say it like that.

“Diamond encrusted trains?” He jokes as he stops in front of your suite door. The footmen are absent and he smiles at the way Julius took his wants to heart. He knows everything inside will be perfect.

"I'm not aiming to be Marie Antoinette." Diamond encrusted trains sounds like the latest Kardashian wedding dress, and you smirk. "But I do like a classic, princess-y ballgown."

“Then that’s what you should have designed.” He smiles again, imagining your first dance in a beautiful wedding dress. “If your dress is your dream dress, just wear it all night. I want you to be happy.”

"I have an idea, and hopefully it will be workable." Not thinking of anything but being alone with him, you push open the door to your suite and gasp the moment you step inside. There are stunning bouquets of multi-colored daisies dotted with red roses on every surface. Crisp white candles of all different shapes and sizes are lit in just as many places if not more, and you could swear that an ice bucket and tray of something are sitting across the room on the coffee table in your sitting area. It's a movie-perfect moment of absolute romance if you ever saw one before and you nearly sob at the sight of it. "Javi...you...did you do all of this?"

“The staff set it all up.” He ducks his head in embarrassment, wondering if it didn’t count because he had not placed the items in your room himself. “I know that we talked about tonight and…” He takes your hand and presses it to his mouth. “You deserve romance. For it to be something you remember, hopefully very fondly.”

“It’s beautiful, mi amor.” As nervous as you have been, something about all of it slips from your shoulders in the face of this much love. In the care he has taken and the thoughtfulness of wanting to make the night a complete experience. “And not something I am ever going to forget; I can promise you that.”

"Good." The relief makes his answer whoosh out, shoulders sagging slightly and his grin one of complete pride. Despite being king, being the most powerful man in the islands, he wants your approval. Your happiness. Guiding you into the suite, the door closes behind you and he examines the room with approval. The staff had outdone themselves under Julius's guidance and he will have to thank the man. But for now, he turns towards you. "There is champagne and strawberries." He tells you with a small smirk. "Tonight is just for us, and there is no right or wrong here. Whatever you wish, nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, Margarita." He wants you to know that he's not going to believe that you have to act a certain way or do certain things just because you are a Princess. You are a woman. One who deserves to have her every sexual desire fulfilled by the person you love. Him.

“It is for both of us, isn’t it?” Your arms slip around his waist to keep him close, feeling suddenly as though it is vitally important to be touching him at all times. Feeling as though if you let go, you may burst. “I…have a surprise for you also…though it is slightly less impressive and much less grand than all of this.”

“For me?” He’s surprised that you would do anything for him, his brows arching up. “Amor, you did not have to do anything for me.” He quickly assures you, hoping you are not panicking and making things up.

“It’s…small…” The smirk that forms on your face mostly has to do with how petite the lingerie Maisie gave you actually is. It barely covers anything at all. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Anything from you I will love.” He promises, cupping your cheek gently.

“Then I think we should pour some champagne.” With the thought he put into this, it would be a shame not to sit along at the beautiful flowers and share a drink before moving forward with the night.

Delighted that you seem to like his surprise, Javi guides you over towards the champagne bucket. Pulling the bottle from the ice, he makes quick work of popping the cork and pouring two flutes. “To the beginning of our intimate journey.” He toasts.

“And the rest of our lives.” You tap your glass against his, the distinct tinkling assuring you that you’re drinking from crystal tonight.

Javi takes a sip, smiling at you and then he bends down to pick up a strawberry off the tray so he can hold it up to your lips for a bite. “Try the strawberry with this champagne.” He urges, noticing that Julius had outdone himself. There are plain strawberries and then some that are dipped in chocolate.

For all the decadent combinations you may have tried in your life, this is not one of them. It’s doubtlessly your imagination that makes the strawberry the sweetest you’ve ever tasted and the richest chocolate, too. It’s your imagination that makes the taste of the champagne around them transform, but even so you’re practically giggling with delight at the discovery of how perfect one makes the other — both enhanced tenfold when you have them together. “That’s amazing,” you hum, careful not to drip on yourself in any way whatsoever, and grinning like the lovestruck girl that you absolutely are.

The heated gaze that Javi gives you isn’t the calculated one the playboy prince might have given the object of his interest. It’s the look of a man completely in love with the woman in front of him. He hums, setting his own champagne flute down to cup your cheek. “Let me taste.” He murmurs, right before his lips descend on yours.

And all at once, there might as well not be anything else in the room — no furniture or flowers or paintings or treats — because nothing else in the entire world matters besides him. Javi licks into your mouth and you sigh for him, letting him explore you easily and remapping every inch of his mouth while your tongues dance and tangle together in earnest worship. He doesn’t move from kissing you. Content to spend the rest of his life right here with his lips on yours. Holding you close, he can feel you start to tremble in his arms.

It’s overpowering in the best way possible, and with your knees literally shaking and threatening to come out from under you, you grip his shoulders that much harder. There’s something thick and magical and true in the air between you tonight and it has you moaning softly into his kiss as you pull him closer.

Javi doesn’t want to breathe. Everything and everyone beyond the doors to this suite fade into obscurity and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss slightly.

Without being entirely sure how you got there, you can feel the wall at your back. The blanket over your senses that Javi has pushed everything else out of your awareness and you could not care less in this moment. All that matters is him — is now. The way he tilts his head and the way he grasps at your frame. The way you’ve already forgotten where you left your drinks. The way the candlelight makes both of you glow even though no eyes are open to see it.

“I love you.” He promises again as he manages to pull his mouth away from yours.

“I love you.” It can never be said enough, and his beautifully flushed cheeks and heavy eyelids make you grin unrepentantly. “More than I thought possible.”

“You will let me know if you want to stop.” It’s not a command, it’s not a question. It’s a fact in his mind. If you want to stop, you will say something. “Or if there is something you do not like.”

“And so will you.” Although you highly doubt either of you will stumble on that circumstance tonight, if he should decide his grief is still too strong, you want to make sure he knows you are willing to stop any time.

The thought of tonight had fueled him through the paperwork after your coronation ceremony. He picks up your hand and starts to kiss up your arm. "Never." He drops another kiss higher. "In." Kiss. "A." Kiss. "Million." Kiss. "Years." Kiss. "Amor." Kiss.

"Javi." Gently picking his chin up with two fingers, you press a kiss to his lips when his head is level with yours again. "Take me to bed, amor."

"I can do that." Javi isn't a virgin, but he's aware that your first time should be special. Sighing softly as he takes your hand and guides you towards the large bed that the two of you have been sharing. Now, it will be used for something more than cuddling and sleep. "Turn around, Margarita."

Doing as he asks, you shiver with your back to him. Giving him power over the situation would be scary if it was anyone else but with Javi there is only trust and anticipation. Whatever happens next, it starts with heated kisses and the feeling of his broad hands caressing your skin. "I'm going to untie your dress." Javi hums, his hand sliding over your shoulder and across your chest to where the tie is fastened. "Look across the room." He whispers in your ear. "The mirror."

"Shit Javi..." You would tell him that there is no need to seduce you. That you already want him enough to have no reservations about this. But the second you look up and find his eyes watching you in the mirror, you're mesmerized. Suddenly there are no protests, only a thick swallow of air and a soft nod of your head that tells him you will follow his instructions to the letter tonight.

"My beautiful Princess." He murmurs in your ear, smiling at the fascinated look in your eyes, the darkness in them. "I want you to see how I see you. See how wonderful you are."

"The only thing I see is you." And maybe it's cheesy, but it's true. Despite most of his body being behind you in the mirror, all you care about is watching him. His smile is shy, almost bashful as he starts to pull your dress loose. Untying it and sliding his hand underneath the material to push it off one shoulder.

Even though you went through quite a bit of gleeful planning to make sure he would have something beautiful to see under your dress, you're still nervous. Alright, you're borderline terrified. But despite that, you help his hand slide the dress away from your shoulders and force yourself to watch his reaction in the mirror – hoping that he at least likes what he sees.

“Margarita.” He breathes out your nickname in awe when the delicate, see through, pale pink lace of your lingerie is revealed. “You– you wrapped yourself up for me like a treasured gift.”

“Surprise,” you huff softly, feeling your cheeks burn at the wonder in his expression. The awe in his eyes is impossibly endearing.

“I am constantly surprised by how wonderful you are.” Now he lets the dress fall to the floor, groaning when he sees your full body in the mirror. “Te amo.”

“Te amo.” If he didn’t have you in precisely the position that he wanted in this moment, you would have whirred you around to kiss him instantly. As it is, his hands start to roam, making you gasp when he touches the most sensitive places on your skin and swallow the sighs of longing while you wait for him to touch more. “I’ve thought about this more than you might think.” He groans in your ear. “Since that first night. I had hoped this is where we would end up. Naturally.”

“And here we are.” His fingers glide down your arms to let his hands rest on your hips for a moment. “Just where we were meant to be.”

“Just where we were meant to be.” He drinks in the sight of the lingerie and he twitches in his pants. “Did you wear this on purpose or do you normally wear things like this?” He asks softly. He had always given you time to change before coming over to your room to sleep so he wasn’t aware.

“I’ve never worn anything like this before in my life,” you admit softly, feeling a little embarrassed about it but that’s overridden by how much he seems to like it. “This is just for you, amor.”

“You look beautiful.” He promises breathlessly. “But you look beautiful all the time.” His hands slowly slide over your skin, worshiping you with a gentle touch.

“You’re always so handsome…” Little touches leave you breathless tonight, the anticipation building right down to your bones. “I’ve always thought so. Since…since the first time I saw your photo.”

Javi is proud that you find him appealing. His hands continuously moving as he maps your body. Despite holding you every night, he had kept his hands in respectable places. Now, he can indulge. “You are like a goddess, an angel that tempts me and soothes me.”

Gently, almost afraid to spoil the moment, you turn carefully around in his arms and reach first for his tie. Slow, seductive, and incredibly romantic is a wonderful tempo for this night, but you want to have him on the same page as you.

Javi watches you as you start to pull his tie free. Giving you leave to do whatever you want with him. He’s yours and you are his. That is what the two of you have promised each other. “What do you want tonight, amor?”

"Just you." It's the truest answer to the easiest question he could possibly ask, and when you pull the silk tie from the collar of his shirt, you drape it carefully over your nightstand and turn back to him to take the cufflinks from his shirt before you unbutton it.

There is something poignantly intimate about being undressed. Certainly it has happened before, but this time strikes a chord inside him. The desire and love are equal in the depths of your eyes, and it makes him shudder in pleasure as your fingers graze his body had the buttons slip from their slot.

It is certainly more careful work to undress Javi, his suits always being carefully styled and meticulously tailored, but you don’t mind. It’s almost the opposite, actually. The privilege of being the one to be allowed to undress him practically makes you shiver with anticipation.

He can’t be passive. Now when you are looking like that and gazing at him like he’s Adonis. Reaching up, his hands slowly slide up your stomach, hovering just below your breasts, looking so mouthwatering in their lacy cups.

“You’re allowed to touch,” you remind him with a small laugh, wondering if he is as nervous as you are from the way he’s hovering but not quite crossing the line yet.

“That’s good, Margarita.” He hums softly. “I want to touch you, want to make you feel good.” His hands move up and cup you, groaning slightly.

As gentle as he is, that first little bit of truly intimate contact is divine as you peel his shirt away from his shoulders. He’ll have to take his hands off you to fully take it off, but you don’t want that yet. You want him to explore any way he wants…so you reach for his belt buckle with shaky hands instead.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He rasps out. “I feel lucky, undeserving of your love. Your touch.” He wants to make sure you know how much he is in awe of this moment.

“Undeserving?” No, you can’t agree with that. Instead you lean forward and press your lips to his as you slide his belt open. “Mi amor, you deserve the entire world.”

“I don’t know if that is true.” He huffs, cock hard and aching as your fingers move to the clasp of his suit pants. “You deserve a night you will never forget.”

“Then I already have everything I deserve.” Before you touch his zipper, though, you look up for one last moment of confirmation before completely undressing him. If he changes his mind at any point you will respect it, and that includes right now.

He nods quickly, knowing that he needs you to set the pace. This is your first time and he will let you have anything, do anything you want with him. “Go on, amor.”

It’s not as though you’ve never seen a man naked. And not as though you’ve never done things before. But Javi is different. He is important. He is the rest of your life. And you love him so much more than you thought would ever be possible. When you strip his pants away the pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs underneath leaves very little to the imagination, and your pussy clenches at the first glance of your hand over the front of his briefs when you pull his pants down.

“It helps.” He tells you with a small smirk. “The crown did not wish to have a camera on my pants when I was attending events.” He explains.

“So they have your pants taken out?” The realization that he has to be dressed specifically to hide how big his dick is, is a very interesting one indeed. One that has you sputtering slightly and makes your cheeks even hotter.

“Along with making sure that my penchant for not wearing underwear is kept to the family wing of the palace.” He isn’t joking, but it is amusing, remembering that conversation with his father.

“Javi.” You can’t help but laugh at that, the giggle built out of you with absolute disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, mi amor.”

“As long as you don’t believe I’m boring.” He hums, smirking at you and biting his lip when your fingers slip under the band of his boxers.

“Never.” The deep breath you take before peeling away his boxer briefs is really just for your own fortitude. Apparently, up to this point, you had only been with boys. Javi is…mouthwatering. And all over again you have no trouble believing anything you ever read about him as the playboy prince.

For his own part, Javi is nervous. Wondering what you might think of him. Hoping that he measures up to whatever expectations you have about him. He twitches slightly in the cooler air of the room, released from the confines of his briefs.

“You’re an absolute dream, mi amor,” you assure him, seeing the nerves written all over his face. Instead of going down to your knees, which is the first instinct you have, you stand up straight again and put both your arms around him, drawing him in close to be able to just hold each other for a moment and share a kiss. It’s clear you’re both anxious but eager and you let your hands map his torso and hips for a moment while you pour your reassurances into an increasingly deep kiss.

He had never known he would be so nervous when being with the woman he would marry. It’s almost as if he were a virgin himself, but the nerves melt away into the kiss and he starts slowly becoming bolder in his touch.

While the moans that he drags from your throat may have started out polite, they are definitely not anymore. They’re hungry and needy, coming from deep in your chest or even down around your belly where his cock is currently trapped between your bodies. No matter where the sound originates — it might be your toes for all you know — it shifts slightly when you start to step backward, knowing the side edge of your bed is only a few feet away.

“You wish to lay down?” He is more assertive right now, but he still checks in. Wanting to make sure you are ready to lay down.

“I think we’ll be less nervous,” you admit, even though the thought feels silly out loud. “We’re used to being in bed together.” That’s a good point. Javi guides you back to the bed and follow you as you lay down, kissing you as he kneels and crawls with you, his cock bobbing heavily between you.

Every piece of Javi’s clothing is discarded now, and you feel acutely aware of the lingerie that still hugs your finger. It’s far more than just the pinky ring left touching Javi’s finger, but it seems to be something he likes a whole lot so you’ll let him decide when it comes off.

“If I could paint, I would paint this moment.” Javi wonders, his lips against your throat and up your jaw. “Capturing it forever, mi amor.”

“This is only for you, mi amor.” One of his hands cradles your cheek and the other is slowly tracing your side, and you shift to urge it downward without rushing him. “There should be something that is just for us.”

“Oh, I did not mean that anyone would see it.” He huffs, smirking down at you in almost gentle lust. “It would be locked away where only I could view your beauty. Remember that I have a literal angel as a princess.”

“It wouldn’t be very angelic…” you hum, laying kisses along the hollow of his throat. “To let you paint me naked, mi amor.”

“I should take you to our museums.” He chuckles. “Plenty of nude angels frolicking.”

“Maybe we’ll find it inspiring?” You tease, sighing softly when his hand finds your thigh and his thumb grazes the soft skin so close to the silk and lace covering your core.

“I’m going to taste you, mi amor.” He hums as he rubs soft, enticing circles over your thigh before moving his thumb over a fraction of an inch to press against you through the lace. “I’ve imagined tasting you at least a thousand times since meeting you.”

“Javi.” His name is a bare, plaintive whisper, but that’s mostly because he’s taken your breath away about a dozen times already tonight. His sweet touches are growing bolder every moment and if you melt into the bed never to be heard from again, it will be worth every second. “Whatever you want, mi amor. I’m yours.”

“You are mine.” He groans. “Just like I am yours. And I take care of what is mine.” The little clasps of the lingerie make getting to your covered cunt easy, unhooking them to expose your folds to his hungry gaze. “Beautiful.”

It might have been fussy to get into, but Javi clearly has no problem peeling away the fabric covering those few last places on your body, and you swear that you might spontaneously combust just from the wash of hot breath over your sensitive skin. "Yours," you breathe out, watching every tiny movement. "Te amo."

“Te amo.” The sentiment, the promise, is whispered out right before his mouth descends on your most intimate places. The king gorging on his queen to be.

Instead of a shock or a jolt, you melt even further into the bed, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed for one long moment before you pry them open again to watch everything. Javi’s mouth is bliss. Quick flicks where they feel best and long laps when that is exactly what you need. It has you twisting underneath him in no time, fingers tangling in the sheets and breath coming in needy pants.

You are so soft, so responsive to him. Giving him wordless praise as you move under his touch. Javi's touch stays soft, grip light as he lets you move your hips as you feel like you need to. Not anchoring you down, but allowing you both to drift along the bed.

Your fingers comb through his curls, not pulling or scratching but anchoring you to him in one more place. Since you’re always feeling like you could float away, an anchor seems like a good idea.

Javi has always been a giver, the love 'em and leave 'em playboy image had been crafted by the press, in their attempt to scrounge for whatever tidbits of information they could. All of his previous lovers had been bound by non-disclosure agreements, a necessity so there weren't interviews talking about the future king's prowess as a lover. If interviews had happened, they would have said that Javier was generous, slightly submissive and intimate every time he had touch one of them. Now, with you, he's even more so. Wanting his future queen to luxuriate in his arms, in his bed, to be pleased enough that you would never seek solace somewhere else.

Having had every intention of watching him as he indulges in you, his attention is too sweet. It comes in waves too strong to deny. The overwhelming pleasure has you closing your eyes and moaning softly so that it's just for his ears. It's extraordinarily indulgent and so intensely romantic that if your whole body wasn't on fire from pleasure you might be tearing up over how loving he is.

Javi hums into you, taking your sounds greedily and keeping them for himself. Memorizing how you sound, how you look this first time together.

The vibrations roll through you, every sound from his lips increasing the pleasure and caring you off on an absolute cloud. The coil in your core is starting to tighten too quickly and you know that as much as you want this to last forever, there will be so many more nights like it to come. And for that matter? This night has only begun.

Javi's fingers caress your skin, sliding over the slopes and planes, reveling in the divots and creases. Coming underneath his tongue and circling your entrance lightly.

Pants and whines come with your twisting body, back arching and eyes popping open to not only be as close to him as possible but to watch the exact moment that your body gives in to pleasure. The way his eyes have darkened with desire but never leave you gives you an extra shiver of arousal that rolls all the way through your body even as you cum.

This is moment where you are completely his. This moment. When your eyes burst open even wider than before and your entire body lurches up in pleasure as you start to come apart for him.

“Fuck, Javi!” When you can finally take a deep breath again, you comb your fingers through his hair and whimper into the candlelit night. “You’re incredible.”

He hums, deflecting the praise even as he preens. “You are incredible.” He insists. “So responsive.”

"And you're the one who gave me something to respond to." You won't let him wiggle out of accepting your praise, even if you're feeling too limp at the moment to wag a playful finger at him.

"Do you want more, my love?" He asks, softly, stroking your hip and hoping that the night will continue.

The fingers that were buried in his curls caress his cheek, and you nod eagerly. “I never want to stop,” you confess, already addicted to the way he touches you.

“Then we will never stop.” He promises, smiling indulgently. “All of our state affairs will be conducted right here in this bed.”

“That might be awkward for some of your advisors,” you laugh, loving the way he completely and totally indulges in both you and in this moment.

“Perhaps a screen between us and our visitors.” He teases, kissing up your body and smiling at the way you laugh. It’s gorgeous and completely encompassing him.

“That will solve everything.” A sage nod is bowled over by a moan as he kisses between your breasts and your head falls back on the pillows again.

“Beautiful, my beautiful queen.” He praises, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.

A part of you wonders if this is how he always is with new lovers, or if he is being especially attentive and romantic because he knows what tonight is for you. The fact that he is the first and only man you'll ever be with in this way seems to make every feeling that much more heightened.

He works your tits until they are sore, aching with the attention he is lavishing on you. The small cry of pleasure you give is almost pained and it's beautiful in its pitch to his ears. Your thighs squeeze his torso and he chuckles as he kisses back up your body to your lips. "Are you ready, my love?" He asks softly, wanting to make sure you are wanting to take the next step now.

"Sí." You've been all but begging for him the entire time he's been between your legs, but at this point your mind is blank to absolutely anything else. "Please, amor. More. Por favor."

“I cannot deny you.” He promises, thankful that you do not want to stop. “Wish to give you the world, amor.” Reaching between you, his fingers wrap around his length and guide him to the position. “Now, I give you myself.”

It is a fitting tribute, considering how your world has narrowed down to only him, but the words to point it out are lost. With the slow, steady push forward, your mind fades to fuzz and your voice sticks in your throat for a moment before a deep moan cuts through the night air. Every small roll of his hips is ecstasy, filling you little by little, and you swear you’ve never felt anything as divine before in your entire life.

Javi takes his time, bracing himself over you. There's no fear of pain, no issue with the archaic bedding and taking of your virginity, but he still slowly rolls his hips forward. Wanting the feeling of taking him for the first time to be nothing but bliss for you as he kisses along your jaw.

You pant his name as he fills you, grateful not to feel any of the pinching or pain that you had heard warnings of from other girls as you grew up. The concept of virginity might be made up but there is still a very real physicality associated with it, and having an experienced partner makes all the difference. For you there is nothing but pleasure and the all-encompassing feeling of being surrounded by the man you want to give everything to.

“Beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin. Finding the strength to hold back. With you, everything seems so smooth, organic. As if this was always meant to be, and in a way, it has. His hand slides behind your head and cradles it gently as he groans, buried completely in the warmth of your body and hopefully your heart.

"So good." With your face buried in his shoulder, you press kisses to his skin and roll your hips to adjust to the feeling of being so full.

“You are so perfect.” His tone is strained, holding back as he waits for you to be ready for more than just him inside you.

"You can move, mi amor." One more shift of your hips makes both of you moan, and you let your legs hitch up higher on his hips so he can sink that much deeper inside you. "Please move. God you feel amazing."

The kiss he gives you is tender, meant to soothe your restlessness as he draws his hips back. Groaning against your lips at how tight you feel, how right you feel. Javi isn't inexperienced, but he feels like he's never had sex before. At least not had an emotional or physical connection like this before.

There is nothing hurried tonight. No rushing. Nothing but bliss as the two of you start to move together. His hands wrap under you to hold you close, encourage your back to bend and arch into his body. Your arms come around him just as tight. Your breath comes in shallow pants. And it's perfect.

Every moan you give him is music, a note in his ear that makes him move. Worshiping you with his own body, giving you everything he has and it still isn't enough.

If there was a word more than perfect, you wish you knew what it was. You wish you could express just how extraordinary this moment feels. How right it all is. And how grateful you are that this is where life has brought the two of you. Instead, all you can see to conjure for words are gasps of his name and moaned praise with every drive of his hips.

Javi takes his time. There's no pace that he sets other than one to make sure that both of you feel everything. Languidly rocking his hips with murmured praises, and hushed gasps shared between you. Tears building up behind his eyes as he stares down at you in wonder.

“Want to— fuck, so good—try everything with you,” you manage to gasp out between moans, adoring the loving pace but wanting to experience as much as possible. Even during the first time.

"We will, amor." He promises, holding you close and giving a sharp thrust to change the tempo.

The way that has stars bursting behind your eyes is immediate and you cling to his shoulders that much more tightly with your fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his back as you moan.

You like that. Javi twitches inside you and gives you another thrust, hoping for the same reaction. Wanting you to enjoy every second you are in bed with him.

The different angle and sharper thrusts hits something different inside you. Like breath being pushed into you and out all at once. It makes your eyes burst open again before you squeeze them shut tight, trying to hold on to that sharp shot of pure pleasure.

"Is that what you like?" He murmurs in wonder. "You like it a bit faster? Harder?" He loves the way your entire body tightens under him and it's squeezing him tight. "Tell me what you need, amor."

You want to try everything, and you've told him that, but whatever he's doing now feels like a revelation. "How deep can you–" The thought is cut off with a moan. "If I – oh god – hold my legs?"

Javi leans back, pushing your leg up onto his shoulder and leans forward again. Pushing deep.

"Oh, fuck!" All at once your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open. "Oh my god–so fucking good, baby."

He groans, eyes darkening with desire and love. "Want you to feel good. Want you to cum for me, amor."

Under normal circumstances you really would pride yourself on being more articulate, but every time Javi pushes his hips forward you temporarily forget how to even think, let alone speak. All you know for sure is that if he keeps doing what he's doing now, it will not take you long at all to fall apart for him again. "More," you moan out, fingernails biting half-moons in his shoulders. "You feel so good, amor."

“Give you ev-everything.” He moans, nodding as he rocks his hips and dips his head down to kiss you again. Needing the extra contact and it presses him deeper.

You gasp into his kiss, the change of angle and how deep he feels inside you making you feel like a firework about to explode. A shiver runs down your entire body that seems never to end and your core tightens with determination. When you cum for him this time it will hit you like a freight train and leave you wrecked.

His hips knock against the back of your thigh, pulling grunts out of him that he pours into you. Still holding you as tenderly as he can while he thrusts harshly.

“Javi—” The sound of his name is always sweet to your ears but right now it feels like it’s an absolute prayer. “I’m—I’m going to—oh god!”

Javi groans your name, loving that you are coming apart for him. Watching as your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide before they flutter closed.

This is your new definition of bliss. Head tossed back with Javi buried deep inside you while you fall apart at the seams, pussy clenching his cock so tightly that he loses his rhythm right along with you. Existing only with him in such a deeply intimate and personal moment is breathtaking.

His breath stutters, caught in his lung and he’s unable to think of anything but you. The grip you have on him and the way your body begs him to follow you into bliss has him giving in.

Truly you thought the feeling of fullness couldn’t be any more complete, and then he starts to cum. Painting the walls of your throbbing pussy with his seed and making you groan all over again while the two of you pant for breath and cling to each other in the collapsed heap of your bodies tangled in bedclothes. It’s the closest to whatever heaven is that you’ve ever felt in your life and you swear that if there really is such a thing as soulmates, this is what it feels like to be with yours.

Your skin is sweat slick and his own is equally damp. Making it warm and wet when he collapses against you and tucks his face into your neck. Kissing your pulse gently. "I love you." He whispers softly.

"Te amo." You turn your head to kiss him, basking in the glow of his affection and the adrenaline high that comes from sex in general. Sex with Javi is a whole other level.

"Te amo, my queen." He whispers, smiling against your lips and feeling like he is finally whole. This is what it's like. He hums in delight, hoping that this feeling never fades.

“My king.” It’s almost odd to acknowledge, having grown up your whole life in a country without a monarchy, but here he is. He is deeply loving, devoted, king, and he is your king. Loving him is as natural as breathing, especially in this moment of quiet between you.

Javi reluctantly moves, aware that you should not be pressed down by his weight for too long and he groans quietly as he pulls out of you. "Wait here, I will get something to clean you up."

“Don’t be gone long.” There’s nothing you want less than for him to leave you, but clean up is…rather important.

He smiles at you and nods before he hurries into the bathroom so he can get the cloth and slide back into your arms.

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absolution

javi gutierrez x reader (2.7k)

Javi misses your date and has some making up to do.

A/N: This started because I was listening to MAMMAMIA by Maneskin on repeat and I couldn’t stop thinking about Javi G on his knees in front of his lady. These two love the pants off of each other (literally).

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Javi Gutierrez of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

fiance!Javi

some D/s dynamics (not hardcore)

dom!reader

sub!Javi

use of religious language to describe sex (there’s a theme, idk)

oral sex (male + female receiving)

anal fingering (male receiving), just a little as a treat

a very sexy dress (link in case you’re having trouble visualizing)

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

10:42 pm

You’re seething as the numbers tick higher on the small clock beside the huge king-sized bed. One thing that never changed in all the hotels you visited with Javi, they all had the same shitty, annoying alarm clock sitting by the bed.

Shooting for this most recent project had so many locations–between photography, location shoots, studio shoots–and Javi insisted on being there for all of them. You’ve spent the last eight months crisscrossing the globe after your fiance and his passion project, watching him work to the bone for some sort of perceived perfection while the rest of the world turned on without him.

Tonight was supposed to be different.

Javi made reservations at the hotel restaurant for seven o’clock and promised he would be there. In all your time knowing him, he’d never broken a date with you, or anyone for that matter. But when eight o’clock rolled around, you settled back in your chair, called the waitress over, and ordered.

The mushroom risotto was delicious and the chardonnay tasted as expensive as it billed. You had the rest of the bottle sent up to your room for good measure. And now you’re waiting. Because good food and wine have sated your hunger, but not your fire.

It’s not until 11:03 that you hear the electronic click of the lock and your fiance finally enters the room. He strides in with his back to you,

“Late night?” you clear your throat and retrieve your half-finished glass from the low table by your seat.

Javi turns on a dime and his mouth falls open. Even from your seat across the room, you can practically see his pupils dilate as he takes in your form, clad in the sexiest dress you’d ever braved. It featured a false wrap-style v-neck, and for the kicker–double thigh slits. If you moved a certain way, it was clear you weren’t wearing underwear beneath.

You’d shown up at dinner dressed to the nines, dripping in the jewelry Javi had bought you over the years. And you’d left the same way. In the suite, you’d dressed down, putting your heels away in the small closet and taking everything off except for the earrings you always left in and the pendant he’d gifted you for your first anniversary–a single blue-green sapphire set in white gold that hung just perfectly at the crest of your cleavage.

“It’s the same color as the sea back home. Reminds me of you, because well, you’re my home too,” he’d explained as you had looked over it speechlessly.

“Have you eaten? My dinner was delicious,” you stand and turn your body to face the window, but your eyes stay on him.

You see it in his eyes. The exact moment he remembers the date he planned and everything he promised you, swept up in time and replaced with this crackling tension between you.

“Mi amor,” his face pales instantly as he crosses the room to you, but you hardly give him a glance. Instead, you lazily sip at the wine in your glass and circle the room to maintain your distance. “Please forgive me. I got caught up at work. I’m so sorry.”

“I waited for you, Javi,” you finish the wine and set the glass on top of a dresser, striding languidly towards the bed. “Alone in that damn restaurant.”

“Fuck, my love, it was never my intention to leave you there tonight. The shooting ran late and then the director wanted to go over some things, and then one of the actor’s agents called about a contract dispute…It’s a poor excuse, I know. I just now got away, and…Please forgive me, mi amorcita.”

“I won’t be a bystander in your life, Javi,” you settle yourself on the end of the bed and part your legs so the fabric parts around them. “It hurt me, sitting there alone. I miss my fiance.”

Javi drops to his knees in front of you, his gorgeous face twisted in anguish. “Please, tell me how to make it up to you.”

Showing the slightest mercy, you reach for him and relish the way he leans into your touch. With the softest grip on his golden chocolate curls, you guide his cheek to rest on the inside of your bare thigh. “Beg.”

So close to what he wants, he’ll never take it without your permission, even as he eyes the wetness peeking out from under the slit in your skirt.

“I want to taste you, please. I want to drown in you and feel you cum on my tongue. Let me give you as many orgasms as you can take.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” you muse, pretending to be distracted by something on the bedspread. The truth is, you know you’ll cave as soon as you look him in those gorgeous brown eyes.

“Please, princesa, I know I fucked up,” his accent weighs heavy with his distress. Javi’s hand traces up and down the outside of your thigh, “Let me make it up to you.”

You look down at your fiance, and your heart breaks a little. He didn’t mean to forget dinner, and you know he feels awful. Besides, he’s been terribly stressed with his new project and it’s not like you two have spent much time together lately, not like you used to.

“Okay, Javi, I forgive you. Now make me cum,” you purr.

A giggle escapes when he hooks his arms around your knees, forcing you to land back on the bed with a light bounce.

“I am so fucking sorry, mi querida,” he growls, sucking and kissing up the skin of your inner thighs. “I swear on my life, on my father’s grave, it will never happen again.”

You want to remind him that maybe now isn’t the best time to bring up his dead father, but then he swipes his thumb against your clit and all that comes out is a high-pitched moan

“Fuck, Jav,” you reach down to bury your hands in his curls and feel him nip at your skin in response.

“Never leaving this bed again,” he licks the flat of his tongue up your slit and you buck your hips up, chasing the sensation. “Can’t leave you, can’t leave this.”

Javi is a man used to the finer things in life. It’s what happens when you grow up on a huge estate, surrounded by servants, never wanting for anything. But one thing has always sated him, left him content and pliant at the end of your fingertips, and he’ll drink at it for hours if you let him.

You’re still clothed, however the dress you’d specially chosen for the occasion is just garnish. He’d been meant to savor it all through dinner, feast his eyes before taking an indulgence of the flesh, but you were never one to deny your lover. Especially when his absolution feels so divine.

From the first time he took you to bed, Javi made it a point to learn you. He was certainly a skilled lover, but over time he’s grown incredibly attuned to every little sound, every little twitch and jerk as he works you over. And he’s certainly eager.

A steady-building pleasure grows in your belly as he licks from your entrance up to your clit, over and over. Each time you can feel the proud jut of his nose bumping against that little bundle of nerves as he dips lower.

Your first orgasm comes quickly, and your fingers grip hard at Javi’s hair. But he doesn’t stop. If anything it spurs him on further. The taste of your first release drives him on and you can’t help but cry out when he sucks on your clit.

You’re not sure how long it is, or how many times you’ve cum, but eventually you’re overstimulated to the point of pain. You push Javi’s head away from your core, making him whine.

“S’too much,” you pant, “Gotta give me a break.”

At the blown-out look in your eyes, he’s worried. “Did I do too much? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, Javi, you never hurt me. M’just sensitive is all.”

You reach for him and he obliges, laying down beside you on the bed. Now that he’s finally close, you pull him in for a deep kiss, whining when you taste yourself on his tongue. When you need air again, he just kisses and nips down your jaw, still putting his mouth to really good use.

“I’m so sorry, mi amorcita,” he murmurs into the tender skin he soothes with a kiss. “My mind has just been so-so…scrambled lately.”

“I know, Jav. I’ve been a little worried about you.”

At your confession, his face falls. You know he never wants you to worry about anything.

“You work too hard, Javi,” you continue, running your hand down his exposed chest. “Too much espresso, not enough sleep.”

Your love sighs deeply under your touch, a weight lifting at your words. “I will do better.”

“Let me relieve some of that stress?” your lip curls in a smirk as your hand slips lower and lower until you’re fiddling with the buckle of his belt. Just below, his zipper is struggling to contain an impressive erection, the thought of which already has you salivating.

Javi flushes, voice raspy all of a sudden. “I still have some making up to do, no?”

You shake your head as you slip from the bed beside him into nearly the same spot he was in moments ago. “This night was supposed to be about you, cariño. I’d like to get it back on schedule.”

He doesn’t breathe as you settle into position, a serpent preparing to strike. Your hands run up and down his clothed thighs, just to feel him tremble beneath you.

“Easy, baby,” you soothe. “Gonna let me get you all nice and relaxed?”

Looking up at him, you wonder how you got so lucky. His curls are disheveled, sticking every which way from your grip on them as he brought you to ecstasy after ecstasy. Sweat glistens across his golden skin, flushed from the summer heat and more. You want nothing more than to bite his bottom lip, the one that sticks out as he pants for breath, nodding eagerly as you finally cup his bulge with your hand.

“Words,” you click your tongue at him.

“Yes, please.”

With his consent, you take your time with his belt, removing it completely from the loops and setting it to the side. Then you’re undoing his pants, careful not to pinch or pull on the skin that pushes up against his waistband. As the button pops open, you lean forward and give the imprint it left behind a kiss, and Javi shudders above you. You’re just as methodical with the zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth until it reaches its end.

When you look back at your fiance, his face is caught in a mixture of concentration and ecstasy, eyes pinched shut as his chest heaves with the struggle of staying still.

“Javi.”

Deep brown eyes find yours in a heartbeat, searching for answers, instructions, pleasure. Whatever you’re willing to give.

“I love you.”

Immediately he relaxes, the curve of his spine returning to normal as some of the energy pent up from his day releases, leaving only room for you and the pleasure that’s to come.

“I love you too, mi princesa.”

“Tell me you want me to suck your cock.”

A groan rattles somewhere in his chest and his knuckles go white as he grips the sheets. Javi is vocal about giving you pleasure, but tends to go mute when asked about his own. But you’re not doing anything else until he asks for it. You want him to get used to asking for what he needs. You won’t let him burn himself out like this anymore.

“I want-I want you…mierda. I want you to suck my cock. Please,” he rasps, little more than a whisper.

You grin up at him as your hand slips under the band of his boxer briefs to find the weeping head of his cock. “You’re so good for me Javi,” you praise as you run your thumb through the dribble of precum that’s gathered there. “Telling me what you want. I love that, thank you.”

He’s more than ready when you finally take him out, but you still take your time. The first sloppy kiss to his head and Javi is digging his fingers into the bed below, brow knit in concentration. You work your way down to his neatly trimmed base before coming back up the other side.

Javi’s fingers thread through your hair, not insistent, just an anchor to the present. He tugs lightly when you first swallow him down, curses dripping from his kiss-swollen lips. After all your time together, you know exactly what it takes to get him right to the edge. Your tongue works the underside of him as you lazily bob up and down.

Your eyes cut to his to find them glued on yours as you work him. “Fuck, Jesus, querida, stop or I’m going to-”

You pull off of him, but your hand still works up and down his shaft. “You’re going to cum for me Javi, just like this. Let this be your final penance.”

With that you go back to your task, taking him down your throat until your eyes water. Two of your fingers gather some of the spit and precum that’s dribbled down to his base and you use it to gently work against the tight ring of muscle just a few inches below.

Javi looks divine like this. The tendons in his neck bulge as he throws his head back in pleasure. He’s screwed his eyes shut and you wish you could be in two places at once so you could lick the bead of sweat away forming at his temple.

“Wanted to- wanted to, fuck- I wanted to fuck you like you deserve,” he pants through gritted teeth. “But this is…” He doesn’t finish, because that’s when your fingers press in to breach his ass, and a low groan rattles through his chest.

The taste of him hits as you curl your fingers against his prostate. His fingers scratch against your scalp as you swallow against him again and again until he’s a shaking, muttering mess above you.

You release his softening cock with a soft pop sound and grin up at your utterly wrecked, not-a-stressed-bone-left-in-his-body fiance. As he tries to catch his breath, you rise from your position on the floor and hope Javi can’t hear your knees pop as you slide onto the bed next to him.

Javi pulls you in for a kiss and tugs you up the bed so you can lay beside of him. He doesn’t pull away until you’re firmly tangled in his embrace.

“I love you, and I’m so sorry about dinner.”

You smooth a hand over his disheveled curls. “Javi, you’re forgiven. Just don’t forget that you have a life outside of work. I will do everything in my power to support you in whatever you choose to do, but I won’t watch you neglect yourself. I love you too much.”

“I hear you. And I will…I will try to do better.”

“That’s all I ask. Maybe one day this week you can let the cast and crew have a break and we can have a do-over for dinner?” you ask hopefully.

“Yes, I think maybe Tuesday, or Wednesday. We’re supposed to shoot with-”

“Details later, Jav,” you silence him with a peck to the lips. “You never answered my question earlier. Did you get a chance to eat?”

He winces a bit and gives you a look, “I had some crackers and hummus from food services.”

“Let’s call down for room service and then you should get some rest. I plan on letting you do some more making up before you head off to set tomorrow.”

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First time’s the Charm

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: NSFW, Smut, Oral (F! Receiving), PiV Sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up folks irl pls folks even if reader is on BC), Cheating, Cocaine mentions, alcohol consumption, pool sex

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Your feet dangle in the cool water of the pool, you swish your feet through the clear water, admiring turquoise and teal mosaic illuminated by the tungsten lights that lined the pool. You sip slowly at the large measure of whiskey in your hand, it was your first drink of the night and you planned for it to be your last.

Your boyfriend, Brian, had slipped off to do coke in the bathroom and you just weren’t prepared for yet another night of babysitting the coked out dude-bro at one of the numerous functions he dragged you to. Some day you were going to break up with him, but you were never good at confrontation.

You’re lost in thought as the most surreal scene plays out in front of you. You watch as a grown man on an inflatable pool lounger floats towards you, he toasts to you with a similarly full glass of whiskey and you smirk as you raise your glass in return.

“What’s a gorgeous creature like you doing all alone out here?” His honeyed voice washes over you like sunshine as you can’t help but respond.

“My coke-head boyfriend ditched me for some other coke-heads, I’d much rather drink alone with my feet in a pool, sue me.” You shrug but the smile doesn’t leave your lips as the man bumps up against the side of the pool to your right, you take him in and realise he’s pretty hot.

You feel the tingle at the base of your spine as you see he’s raking his dark eyes over you. You return the favour and notice the cute swell of his belly, the soft flesh intimately touchable as you watch the droplets of water bead on his tan skin. He’s vaguely familiar but you can’t place why.

“I mean, coke is great,” The stranger drawls with a mischievous smile on his plush lips, “But I bet it’s not as fun as you baby.”

“Oof, hard pass, not going there with yet another coke-head,” You sigh as you drain your whiskey, “Have a good night.” You curse your shitty luck, but as you draw your legs out of the pool a firm hand grips your left ankle. The touch sends arousal through you as his thumb grazes the sensitive skin there.

“Hey, don’t go bonita, I was just pulling your leg.” He winks as he lets you go, you hesitate, ignoring your better judgement as you slide your legs back into the pool. You squeeze your legs together to provide some friction between them. You sigh softly and lock eyes with him.

“That was smooth, what’s your name stranger?” You ask as you roll the cut crystal tumbler around in your hands, your need to touch him building as he drains his glass. His tongue snakes across his bottom lip and you hum as the wetness between your legs builds.

“Javi, Javi Gutierrez.” He flashes a goofy, pearly white smile and you falter. You place the glass down beside you and lean forward, forearms resting on your knees as you regard him once more.

“So this is your party? And you had the balls to question why I was out here?” You tease, the alcohol coursing through your system making you bolder.

“You got me, I’m secretly not actually into all this pageantry shit.” Javi slides off the lounger and swims over to you, he looks up at you with glassy eyes and you raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a hard life being a playboy billionaire.” You say mockingly but he only smiles wider.

“Why don’t you join me in here bonita? The water’s just fine.” He purrs as a hand falls to your knee.

“I don’t have a bathing suit Javi.” You breathe as his hand slides further up your thigh, ghosting the hem of your tight black dress. Your legs part slightly as your breath leaves you.

“No-one else is around, skinny dip, I won’t look I promise.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, your cunt twitching at his soft, alluring voice. You hesitate for a moment, glancing around the pool before giving in to your desire.

“Fuck it.” You say as you pull your dress over your head awkwardly, shimmying it over your ass while you were seated was a small ordeal but you managed it. Your vision goes dark as the fabric covers your eyes. The sensation of two broad palms on either knee makes you moan, and your knees clamp together, only to find the firm torso of Javi Fucking Gutierrez between them. The dress is over your head and you sit there, marvelling at the water breaking against Javi’s golden skin as he drinks you in. You were in a matched set of red lace bra and panties and he seemingly approved.

“You’re even more gorgeous without that dress bonita.” He mumbles into the flesh of your thigh as he leaves hot, sloppy kisses against the sensitive skin. His one hand ghosts the thin fabric that clung to your cunt, soaked through already and he smiles.

“I don’t usually do this,” You breathe, feeling a hint of bashfulness rise in your chest as you continue to look around to check no one else was nearby, “Fuck I’ve never done this.” You say gesturing to the pool.

“First time for everything I guess.” Javi groans as he scoots you closer to the edge, his hot breath against your cunt unbearable as you squirm in his grip.

“Fuck Javi, touch me.” You breathe, the fear of getting caught made you bold, it excites you, and you could tell Javi loves it too. He pushes aside the thin strip of fabric and his mouth finds your core, his tongue slides through your folds slowly, purposefully as he moans into you. His lips find your clit with ease and he begins a slow, punishing rhythm as he alternates between sucking gently before flicking his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves. You moan as the pressure builds between your legs.

“You’ve got a pretty little mouth bonita, such a pretty little pussy too.” He murmurs against your mound as he brings a finger up to your entrance, pressing gently at your desperate hole.

“Javi please, put it in.” You beg, twitching against his hand.

“As you wish.” He breathes and you feel his smirk against your swollen clit as he pistons into you, curling his finger up, just right to hit the spot just shy of your cervix that made you ache and writhe around him.

“Fuck yes Javi, fuck.” You mewl as his tongue swirls around your clit, his desperate mouth relentless as he lapped your arousal up like a starving man. He inserts a second finger and you feel your orgasm building as he makes long, slow thrusts into you up to the knuckle. Your hands find his hair and you scrape your manicured nails along his scalp as you tug on his hair. You cry out as it hits you. You feel his fingers thick inside you as your pussy clamps down on him, you shudder and gasp as the ebb and flow of your orgasm rocks you hard. It feels like minutes pass but you know it must only be seconds as you twitch helplessly around him.

“Good girl, you taste so good, you want to go another round with my cock this time?” He asks as he slowly removes his fingers before sliding them between his slick coated lips. You answer him by removing your bra and pushing him back from the edge with a gentle nudge of your right foot against his sternum.

“That’s what I like to see, come on in baby, let me show you what a real man’s dick feels like.” He growls, the playful nature all but gone as the arousal makes him desperate.

“How could I say no to that?” You breathe as you roll your panties down and fling them far into the middle of the pool. Javi’s eyes light up at the act and if you hadn’t slipped into the water right that second you knew he would have dragged you in.

You float together for a moment, treading water as you watch the fire behind his eyes dance in anticipation. You swim to him but he treads backwards, retreating further into the pool as you narrow your eyes in frustration.

“Come on bonita, show me how much you want this dick.” He goads you on as you shake your head defiantly.

“I dunno Javi, I’ve already gotten the best orgasm of my life, why would I need to chase you now?” You whisper as the water laps at your skin, the weightlessness is exhilarating as you ride the soft overstimulation that treading water brought. Your thighs rubbing together just brushing your clit with every stroke.

“You’re a sassy one bonita, I like that, your boyfriend, Bruce? Bob-?“

“Brian.” You laugh, correcting him but you knew he was messing with you.

“Yes, Brian, he’s missing out on some of the best pussy I’ve every tasted, and if you’re out here with me and not him, you must be ready for a real man inside of you.” He taunts and you whine as you launch yourself through the water at him, your bodies collide before he can react. He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, steadying you as he hoists your legs around his hips.

“You going to put your money where your mouth is Gutierrez?” You ask, your lips against his ear, he shudders and you feel the pressure of his cock through his trunks as he grinds against you.

“You know it.” He lifts you just out of the water and latches his mouth on your right nipple, nipping lightly between light flicks of his tongue against your hardened bud. You feel him shift under you as he frees his cock and without warning he was inside you, pulling you down all the way to the hilt on his large cock. The stretch burned slightly but you didn’t care, the glorious pressure of his thickness tearing you open was blinding. Your back arches as he kisses your neck, sucking bluntly at the skin, hard enough you knew it would leave marks.

“Can I kiss you bonita?” He asks softly as he starts to move inside you, gentle, teasing thrusts that rock you to your core as you yearn for more.

“Yes, and Javi?” You breathe as his strong nose presses against yours.

“Yes bonita?” He shudders as he pistons into you slowly, his one hand at your clit rubbing lazy circles as he fucks you.

“Make me scream.” You whisper before crashing your mouth into his, you swallow the moan that rips from him as his tongue presses forcefully into your mouth. He pushes you back in the water, your bare back hitting the poolside as he continues to lick into your mouth forcefully, dominating you as he positions himself to get a better angle.

You melt into him and relish at the hard, unrelenting rhythm of Javi’s thrusts. He nips at your bottom lip and groans whenever you fight back, pressing your tongue into his mouth, pulling on his bottom lip with your own. The pressure inside you builds once more as Javi’s thrusts quicken, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you as he expertly thumbs your clit.

“Javi I- I’m-“ You cry out as your second orgasm floods you with hard, blissful pulses of euphoria. Javi stutters only a second later and you know he’s filled your throbbing, desperate pussy with his spend, it didn’t matter you were on birth control. You pant together, forehead to forehead, floating adrift in the pool as you both come down from your climax, Javi is still inside you but you know it can’t last.

“Well that made this boring ass party worth my while.” You say as you force yourself from his sweet embrace. His hand catches your wrist and he smiles at you with a genuine smile, his eyes creasing endearingly at the corners.

“If you’re ever at one of my parties again, find me, let Brian get coke dick and cry himself to sleep, I’ll take care of you chica.” He says softly as he lets you float away. You climb out of the pool and slip your bra, shoes, and dress back on before turning to look at Javi floating blissfully into the pool as he watches you.

“You want these back bonita?” He calls to you, soaked panties dangling from his one hand as you flash him a dazzling smile.

“Keep them, to remember me by.” You wink and the laugh Javi lets out is a delightful, deep belly laugh that makes you grin like a fool.

“Not going to forget you any time soon, enjoy your night bontia!”

You stride back to the party with confidence as you smooth down your dress and when you rejoin Brian he is as out of his mind as you had expected. You sigh and prepare to take him to your room when you spot Javi entering the room to a round of applause.

You roll your eyes at the hero worship but then he catches your gaze and blows you a kiss. You feel his spend leaking out of you and you smile to yourself at the sensation. Heat rises to your cheeks and you blow one back. You ride the high all the way back to the room and consider not dumping Brian until the next time you could meet Javi, then maybe you’d stay in his room instead.

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