I read this at like 4am and literally cried so much đ© I love how in love he is with her
star boy [dieter bravo x f!reader (peach)]
summary: After six months of having Dieter Bravo all to yourself, the world starts to turn again. For Dieter, this means film festivals and in-person press tours, and taking on all the new projects that had been postponed. For you, all it means is trying to figure out where you fit in, or if you're even part of the puzzle at all.
rating/warnings: E [angst, fluff, smut (PIV, oral, anal sex), mentions of the pandemic, I am making up a bunch of shit about how the entertainment industry works, switchy dieter but mostly subby baby, switchy reader, reader is described as wearing a peach dress for an event, no physical descriptions otherwise]
wc: ~11.8k. I said what I said.
note: welcome to the longest thing i've ever written and released into the wild at one time. please check out cool girl if you haven't because you will absolutely be lost. I've spent like six months on this beast, and I cannot tweak it anymore. my eyes are crossing looking at it. please enjoy it, these two are deeply personal to me. i am sorry for the lack of memes but the shady website i used to make the fake IG messages tried to kill my laptop so we'll just pretend, ok? ok. thank you to @starlightmornings for reading this literal monster, and to everyone who's ever listened to me talk about these two. also, reminder i don't have a taglist, please follow @ezrasbirdie-updates and turn on notifs instead. ok bon appetite<3
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Itâs midafternoon and youâre still in this California king bed. Youâve only left once for the bathroom this morning, and when you returned, a long, muscular arm shot from beneath black bamboo sheets, pulling you back into bed. His lips were on you before you could tell him good morning.Â
âDieter,â you murmur, running your hand through the soft fluff of his hair. He looks up from between your legs, his eyelids drooping and his chin shiny with slick.Â
âIâm busy,â he says, flicking his tongue out and lapping at your clit. Youâre writhing with overstimulation, but you donât really want him to stop. Itâs your last day in his too-big house, and heâll be doing the press circuit and a couple of festivals to promote a film heâd done before the pandemic. And after that, heâs signed on to three projects, back-to-back. He was so excited when he told you, and you were thrilled for him.Â
âSerious roles, baby,â heâd said. âI could get another Oscar with at least one of them.âÂ
The next and a half of his life is all planned out. You need to soak up as much of each other as you can.Â
But you also need to talk.Â
âDieter,â you say again, a little more insistently, and his head snaps up, eyes big and soft at your shift in tone.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, crawling up to kiss your lips. You can taste yourself all over him.Â
You have to talk.Â
âWhatâs gonna happen with us?â You ask.Â
He swallows and scratches his chin before he lays his head down on your chest. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI mean, like, itâs gonna be months without seeing each other. Especially when you start working. We havenât gone that long since we got together.â
âBut we did this before. Remember? When I was in England. We did okay.â
âThat was different,â you sigh, ruffling his silky tresses and kissing the top of his head. âWe were just friends. We werenât in love.âÂ
âI was,â he counters, looking up at you again. He sits on his knees and pulls your fingers to his face, brushing them against his patchy beard. âI was in love with you.â
âWe werenât a couple, Dee.âÂ
He leans over your torso to kiss you again, and goddammit, you are helpless to those sticky sweet marshmallow lips of his.Â
âItâs gonna be fine, peach. Itâs just a couple of months, and weâll talk every day, and Iâll send you all the possum pictures I can find. And weâll be okay because weâre the best. You trust me, donât you?âÂ
And of course you do. If someone had said a year ago that youâd trust Dieter Bravo with your heart, youâd have taken them to the hospital to check for brain damage. But here you both are, and heâs done nothing but prove himself for the last six months.Â
Itâs a chaotic kind of routine; he spends time at your place, and you spend time at his, and he asks you to move in with him, and then you ask him to move in with you, and it never really gets resolved.Â
But the important part is that youâve been together all this time. What happens when heâs far away from you, surrounded by beautiful people and expensive champagne and designer drugs?Â
Will you just have to sit and wait and hope he doesnât forget about you?
âHey,â he says, waving his hand in front of your face. âCome back to me, baby. Weâve got this.âÂ
But youâre not sure you do.Â
âI donât wanna lose you,â you say, annoyed at the tears stinging the corners of your eyes. âWhat if you forget me?â
âBaby,â he says, smoothing the tears from your cheeks with his big thumbs. âHow could I forget you? I love you so much.â
His voice is small and rawâhe sounds hurt. You hadnât thought about how your doubt might make him feel at all.  Â
âOh, Dee. I know you love me. Iâm sorry. Youâre so good to me. I justâŠpromise you wonât answer any other weird Instagram messages from random girls?â You ask, nosing his cheek.Â
âOnly one girl I want,â he says, sliding his fingers through the mess heâs made between your legs, pressing into you and groaning at the whimper it pulls. âHavenât I done a good job showing you how much I need you?â
He repositions and pushes himself inside of you, watching your eyes roll in the back of your head with each slow, easy thrust.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he says. âYou donât need to worry about a thing, peach. Iâm always gonna take care of you.â
âFuck,â you whine.
âAnd that, too,â he whispers.
**
Dieter misses her immediately; the moment he gets in the air heâs thinking about the way her fingers slot between his and how she fits so perfectly against him when they sleep. She should be next to him on the plane. It should be the two of them and Delilah, but no. Heâs an ocean away from her.Â
Again.Â
Does she miss him, too?Â
Probably not just yet. Sheâs less needy than he is. Sheâd argue if he said that out loud, but itâs the truth. Heâs been hooked on her from that very first video call. And maybe even before then, too.Â
The weeks crawl by, and he finds himself with free time he didnât used to have during these press tours. He used to go out and party, find some warm body to fuck for the few days he was in whatever city, and leave without really remembering any of it.
Now he goes back to his hotel and locks himself in his room waiting for her to tell him sheâs awake.Â
Sometimes she calls and heâs got his cock in his hand already, and he listens to her whimper his name. Sometimes if heâs lucky he can get her to show herself, but he never pushes her. Heâs happy with whatever she gives him.Â
He makes notes of all the museums and galleries and historic sites he wants to take her to when this is all over and he can whisk her away on romantic trips. Â
He tries to sketch her, but that hurts too much. Heâs always sketched her when sheâs in front of him, bare and soft and vulnerable. Thatâs when she tells him all those secret things he keeps close to his heart locked away like little treasures.Â
Dieterâs been in love before, but not like this. Never like this. He has to remember the situationâs only temporaryâheâll be back with her soon. And theyâd figure it all out together, even when he has to leave for other jobs.Â
After a few weeks, though, heâs starting to lose it.
Dieter loves actingâreally, he does. Thereâs nothing like a really good script with an intriguing role to bring to life. He just wishes it didnât come with so much bullshit afterward. And heâd gotten used to doing this shit via Zoom, anyway. He could do interviews with no pants on if he wanted, and spend the breaks in between kissing his girl.Â
Dieter thought, truthfully, that Edge of Love would be shelved. It was a mid-budget romantic drama he filmed somewhere between winning his Oscar and a few months before the pandemic hit. It would have come out in 2020, but, wellâthings happened. Heâs not surprised to be doing any promotion for it at all.Â
Marathon interview days are his least favorite activities. Eight to ten hours of answering the same questions over and over, pretending like heâs perfectly fine being grilled about his love life by people whose names he doesnât know and will never speak to again, and not even being able to do a single line is almost goddamn intolerable.Â
And worse, she hasnât answered him today.Â
She hasnât even checked the message. He found a very weird possum to send to her, and she hasnât even looked at it.Â
His co-star, Sophie Neptune, stares at his bouncing leg. âWhat the fuck is going on you with, Bravo?âÂ
âNothing,â he says, putting his phone away and standing up to stretch. âHowâsâwhatâs his nameâSteve?â
âMy husband is fine, but I know you donât care about that, so stop trying to change the subject. Whatâs going on with you? Youâve been a mess all week,â she asks, checking her perfectly styled blonde hair in a compact mirror.Â
âJustâŠgirl stuff,â he says, perfectly aware that âgirl stuffâ is not an acceptable answer for a man in his forties. Sophie raises her eyebrow.Â
âAre you having drama with some twenty-year-old again?âÂ
âNoâlook, I didnât have drama with a twenty-year-old. I didnât know she was twenty, okayâthis is not about anything like that. IâŠmiss my girlfriend. She hasnât texted me back.â
Sophie stares at him for an uncomfortable amount of time.Â
âDid you get body-snatched?â She asks, and Dieter scowls at her. âWhatâs so unbelievable about that?â He demands. This interview room is getting stuffy, the chairs more uncomfortable by the second. The ugly carpet scuffs against his shoes as he paces back and forth, trying not to check his phone again.Â
Why hasnât she answered him?
Sophie smiles softly. âWhere is she right now?âÂ
âWell, sheâs inâoh.âÂ
Right. It hits him that itâs the middle of the night where she is.Â
âOh,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck. âI guessâŠâ
âSheâs just asleep, Dieter. Happens with me and Steve all the time.â
Dieter sits down and folds his arms across his chest. âHow do you do this? We met online and didnât even see each other in person for months after and it was fine.âÂ
âLove makes it a little harder,â she says. âBut it makes it easier, too.â
A PA sticks their head in. âNext interviewerâs here, guys.âÂ
âThanks!â Sophie says, flashing a smile before turning back to him. âYou guys public yet?â
âWeâre not not public,â he says, thinking hard about it.Â
âTalk about her,â Sophie says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âYou donât need to go into detail, but you can work her in there. People love that shit, you know? Good publicity and sheâll feel acknowledged.â
Talk about her. He hadnât even thought about it beforeâheâd never been in a relationship he wanted to talk about. Or with anyone that wanted to talk about him.Â
âMy girlfriend loves it like this,â he says when the interviewer comments on his slicked-back hair.Â
âMy girlfriend picked it out,â he brags about the pinky ring heâs wearing. This isnât technically trueâhe begged her to choose between the eagle and the wolf-but he likes talking about her.Â
After a couple of hours, he canât make himself stop talking about her. Sophieâs grinning from ear to ear.
âHave you met his mystery girl?â Some intern from Buzzfeed inquires.Â
âNope,â she says. âBut I hear sheâs amazing.âÂ
He gets back to his hotel room that night, jumping when his phone finally buzzes.Â
Dieter wastes no time in calling her. âPeach!â
âHi, baby,â she says. Sheâs still sleep-rumpled, and he wishes he could be there to wrap himself around her and wipe the goop out of her eyes. She hates when he does that. âHow was your day?â
âI have to ask you a question,â he asks, breezing past her inquiry.Â
âWhatâs up?â
âIâŠso, you know I'm home in like a week?â
âMmhmm. Finally.â Sheâs stretching, her little moans distracting him from the topic.Â
âI, uh, so the premiere is the week after. Would you wanna come?âÂ
She props the phone up on that aloe vera plant on her coffee table and looks at him with a frown. It feels like someoneâs doing backflips in his stomach.Â
âAre youâŠyouâre sure? Like, you wanna make this official?âÂ
âIs it not official?â He asks. He could really use a drink. Or a pill. Or something.Â
âNo, I mean, of course, it is. For us. I didnât know you wanted to, likeâŠmake it all public, I guess.â
âI thoughtâitâs not like weâve been secret, right? Because if thatâs the case then I just told a whole lot of people a big secretââ
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI talked about you all day today! In every interview! My girlfriend this, my girlfriend that. Sophie told me it helps her when sheâs missing her husband,â he says. Maybe heâd completely misread this whole thing.Â
âYou did?â She asks, but she doesnât sound mad. âAw, baby. I justâŠlike, yeah, I didnât know if youâd want to be public about our whole thing.
âBut I love you,â he protests. Sometimes she says things like that and he wonders if heâs done something to make her feel like heâs ashamed of her. He pushes his sketchbook out of the way and leans back on the headboard.Â
âDrawing again?â She asks.Â
âI tried,â he says miserably. âEvery time I try it makes me sad.â
âYou don't always have to draw me if it makes you sad,â she says. Delilah pops into the frame and settles on her lap, and he misses the little family heâd made so much his heart might burst.Â
âYouâre all I think about. Making me crazy,â he says. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you, too,â she says. Her eyes soften as she pets Delilah and she picks her phone up to bring it closer to her face. âListen, yes, Iâd love to go with you to the premiere.â
âOh, thank God,â he breathes.
âI donât think I have anything to wear, though,â she continues, biting her lip. If he was there heâd tug it from between her teeth and kiss the indentations.Â
âDonât worry about that. Iâll take care of all of it. Can you get some time off?â
âTechnically no, but as long as I get my work done itâs fine. Iâll have to leave Delilah with Taylor, though. Seems like weâll be busy.â
He refrains from begging her to move in with him again.
âI just canât wait to see you,â he says.Â
âI know, Dee. Me either.âÂ
They grin a little dopily at each other, and he tells himself itâs almost over; theyâre almost there. Itâs their first big, long break, and theyâve almost made it through.Â
âSo,â she says, taking a sip of her coffee. âWhat did you say about me? To the interviewers?â
âOh. A lot. Like, a lot. I didnât say your name or anything but in about three days youâre gonna be my mystery girl. And then Iâll show you off to everyone.â
âYeah?â She giggles.Â
âYeah. Take your shirt off.â
âDieter!â
**
Have you ever been this nervous?Â
No, definitely not. This is a real movie premiere, with cameras and interviewers and expensive clothes andâwould you actually be with him? You havenât even thought to ask him how it all works, but heâs assured you over and over heâd taken care of everything.
Itâs kind of exciting to see him in full movie star mode.Â
You got ready early in the day, too nervous to sit around and smoke as Dieter had, even after he tells you to sit down and chill out because these events can be long and you need to save some energy.Â
âThatâs the problem, Dee,â you explain. âI have too much energy.â
âI know how we can burn that off,â he says, advancing toward you with a look youâre weak to resist.Â
âAbsolutely not, sir. Not when I just got my hair right.â
âMy girl can fix it. Sheâs a genius,â he murmurs, crowding you into the kitchen counter. âCome on. Let me help you relax.â
âJesus Christ. Youâre insatiable,â you chide, but with no real bite. Heâs already got his hand down your leggings, cupping you with his big hand.Â
âNot my fault you make me so crazy,â he says, biting your earlobe. âI just wanna make you come, baby. That so wrong of me?â Heâs teasing you over your panties, whispering softly in your ear. âHm? That wrong of me? Just let me make you feel good.â
If you say no, heâll stop, which makes you want it more. He moans in approval as your panties grow damper, and heâs just about to slide his fingers inside of them when his phone makes a loud chirping noise.Â
âFuck!â He whimpers into your neck, looking up at you with big apologetic eyes. âThatâs my real serious alarm, peach.â
You wrap your hands around his wrist and pull his fingers to your lips, scattering kisses across them. âGo shower, Bravo. I need to put my dress on.âÂ
Dieter pouts a little and kisses you one more time before pulling away and adjusting himself. It does nothing to hide his desire for you, his cheeks tinged a soft pink as he drags his eyes up and down your form shamelessly.Â
âMight wanna do something about that, baby,â you tease.Â
âYouâre killing me, sweetheart,â he whines. But he turns around and heads to the bathroom where heâll surely indulge himself to take the edge off.Â
Dieterâs sexuality had been almost overwhelming at first, and you worried yourself sick that you wouldnât be able to keep up with his appetite. That heâd find out you werenât as sexual as he might want or need you to be.Â
It hadnât been a problem yet, though. He touched you in ways that made you bloom; worshipped you so much that you couldnât help but want more. On the rare occasions that youâd been tired or sick, he simply held you from behind, trailing kisses down the back of your neck until you relaxed and fell asleep.Â
He just wanted to be near you.Â
And God, you wanted to be near him, too.
You slip into the dress Dieter bought you and admire it in the mirror. Itâs pale peach with a fitted bodice and a tea-length tulle skirt so poofy you canât help but twirl around. It even came with a matching mask. Dieter catches you as he steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist, accentuating his soft tummy.Â
âWow,â he murmurs. His hair drips water droplets onto his strong shoulders and you glance at the clock to see if thereâs enough time for somethingâanything. Heâs so beautiful and reverent and itâs driving you crazy.Â
Thereâs definitely not.
Ugh.Â
Time moves even faster after he gets his slacks on. The driver arrives and youâre whisked into a large black SUV like some government official being secreted away to a bunker. Dieter holds your hand all the way there, kissing your manicured fingertips while he explains some of the process.Â
âWeâll get ready across the street. And the roomâs mine, so we can go back afterward, and I can make you come so hard so many times weâll have to ask for new sheets.â He whispers the last part in your ear as your driver pulls up to an extravagant hotel across from the theater.Â
âStop that,â you giggle quietly. âWeâre around people.â
âI donât care, peach. Iâd eat your little pussy in front of all these people if youâd let me,â he murmurs. âI want you so bad.â
âYouâre gonna ruin those expensive slacks if you keep it up, Dee,â you say, and he nips at your neck, careful to avoid smudging any of your makeup.Â
People are already crowded outside the theater, taking pictures and holding up signs to catch the actorsâ attentionâmostly for Dieter, but there are a lot for Sophie, as well. Youâve met Sophie exactly once, and while she was perfectly nice and welcoming, you got the suspicion she didnât think youâd be around for long. You donât know if that says more about Dieter or you.Â
Youâre still not looking forward to being anywhere near her during any pictures.Â
âShowerâs big enough for two,â Dieter calls from the bathroom. Black marble, a rainfall steam shower, and Dieterâs lascivious grin greet you as your poke your head inside. Itâs definitely big enough for two. You can see the wheels in his head turning already.
The hotel room itself is huge with separate living and sleeping areas and a sizable balcony. Crisp white linens on the bed and brown leather furniture in the living roomâit all seems a bit excessive to use as a glorified dressing room, but Dieter always likes going big.Â
âI see that,â you murmur, grinning back.Â
He curls himself around you in front of the mirror and you pull out your phone to snap a picture. His headâs turned so that his nose is nuzzled against your cheek, a playful grin on his face to match your own. Maybe youâll post it later tonight.
When his assistant, publicist, stylist, and groomer crowd the room, the need for a large space becomes more evident. Everyone has suitcases full of stuffâstyling tools, moisturizers, concealer, hair putty, extra shirts and pants. You do your best to stay out of the way, tucking yourself into one of the leather armchairs in the corner and watching his transformation into Dieter Bravo, Movie Star.Â
Itâs been a long time since you even thought of him as Dieter Bravo, Movie Star. For half a year heâs just been Dieter Bravo, Man Who Sings Lana Del Rey Half-Naked in the Living Room.Â
Itâs around the forty-five minute mark of trying not to take up precious space that a chasm of doubt opens in your stomach. Any time you think there might be some way for you to help, an assistant or stylist jumps in to do it before you can even get up. Because of course they doâtheyâve been doing this for years. Youâre not really needed in this part of his life.Â
And thatâs fineâit should be fine, anyway. You donât need him interfering in your job.Â
Dieterâs attention span is terrible at the best of times, and heâs listening intently to some spiel from his publicist you understand exactly none of all while his hair is twisted and prodded and poofed. His stylist is steaming a white tuxedo jacket and fussing at him to get out of the slacks heâs already wrinkled.Â
Heâs wearing the boxers with the raccoons and possums you got him for his birthday, and that lightens the lead weight in your throat. Out of all the outrageously expensive gifts from his rich and famous friends, those boxers were his favorite. He looks over at you and smiles, and the chasm closes a bit more.Â
âDoing okay?â He asks, but the door swings open and Sophie Neptune walks in before you can answer. She makes a beeline toward Dieter, waving hello in your direction.Â
She is a dream with her long blonde hair flowing around her shoulders and soft pin-up curls in the front; glowing in an off-the-shoulder cobalt blue dress, floor-length and sleek, her black stiletto Louboutins peeking from the bottom. Sheâs only here for a few minutes, teasing Dieter for wrinkling his pants againâyou swallow, wondering how often she sees him half-dressed, exactlyâbefore sheâs pulled out by her own team because itâs time to go.Â
Finally. Dieter slips back into his newly unwrinkled pants and button-up, his white jacket accentuated with a black bow tie. He looks like a movie star, all right.Â
You glance in the floor-length mirror, suddenly feeling like youâre wearing a prom dress.Â
Playing dress up.Â
He starts to leave, and you mean to follow, but his publicist stops you.Â
âWhere are you going?â He asks, eyebrows raised.Â
âIâwell, I mean, Dieterââ
âYouâll meet him in the theater later. Heâs doing interviews with Sophie now.â
Dieter just waves back at you and mouths âSee you soon!â from the doorway.Â
âOh,â you mumble. Thereâs nothing else to say.
His assistant, Emmy, a sweet twenty-something, walks with you across the street. No one looks in your direction, too focused on the arrival of the lead actors.Â
âItâs just in here,â she says, opening a side door.Â
âIs it always this crazy?â You ask.
âYup,â she sighs. âI think itâs a little crazier because people are happy to do this stuff in person again, too.â
âI guess so,â you murmur.Â
âAre you okay here?â Emmy asks.
âAll good.â
She leaves you there in a kind of reception area where very important people in suits and evening gowns that cost more than your car are networking and sipping cocktails.Â
You just donât belong here.
Itâs only a little longer, and heâll be in here with you, you remind yourself. And itâs not your night. Itâs his night and Sophieâs night and the rest of the cast and crewâs night. You werenât even with Dieter when this was filmed.Â
You wander the room a bit and grab a glass of champagne before going to a window that overlooks the red carpet.Â
Itâs hard to describe just how beautiful Dieter and Sophie look standing next to each other, her arm draped across his shoulder, his hand resting on the small of her back. Their chemistry is obvious even from here.
They make sense together.
Itâs all press, itâs all publicityâyour brain knows this. That doesnât stop your heart from sinking to the floor when he leans down and presses a kiss to her shoulder; when she turns and gives him a soft, sensual smile.Â
Theyâre flirting for the cameras. You know that.
Right?Â
Emmy interrupts your thought spiral to guide you into the theater and show you to your seat. Her eyes widen when she realizes youâre sitting next to a complete stranger.
âWhereâs, um, whereâs Dieter sitting?â You ask, trying to keep your voice even, knowing full well that she does not get paid enough by your boyfriend to deal with whatever meltdown you might be on the brink of.Â
She points to the row in front of you, a few seats to the left. You canât even lean forward to touch his shoulder.Â
âThanks, Emmy,â you say, trying to snap yourself out of it.Â
âIâm sorry,â she says, and she means it.Â
âNo, no, itâs not your fault. I think Dee and I just had some bad communication.â You take a deep breath, trying to settle yourself. Heâd never really told you what youâd be doing or where youâd be sitting or how much youâd really see him tonight. And to be entirely fair to him, you hadnât asked. Youâd just assumed.Â
But Dieter always made you feel like someone. He always made you feel like you mattered, even when youâve always felt a little invisible to the world. He went out of his way to make you feel seen. It just never occurred to you that it might not apply in all areas of his life.Â
Would it be like this every time? You waiting for hours for the possibility of seeing him? Would you ever get to sit next to him at one of these things?
You sit there for a while, feeling very silly in your poofy dress youâd loved so much this morning, and wonder if youâll see Dieter at all tonight. If he mingled with executives and whoever else after the red carpet, which heâd mentioned was common, heâd probably come in just before the screening started. And heâd sit all the way down there next to Sophie, and maybe he wouldnât even look at you. Â
Youâre suddenly having a hard time breathing in this dress, and you might suffocate under this mask. The walls are too close, the ceilingâs too low, and there are too many people filing into the theater. The perfectly-fit bodice of your dress squeezes your lungs together, and youâre horribly aware of the way your tongue sits thick and dry in your mouth. If you donât leave right now, youâre going to throw up on these beautiful red velvet seats.Â
Stumbling out of the theater, you run right into Emmy.Â
âWhatâs going on?â She asks, holding her hands out to steady you.Â
âIâm just not feeling well,â you say, shaking your head. âI donât know whatâs wrong.â
Emmy doesnât believe you for a second. âItâs not him,â she says quickly. âThey have to sit togetherââ
âI know,â you cut her off. âI think this dress is too tight or something.â
She shifts back and forth on her feet. You really donât need to make this girlâs night more difficult.Â
âJust let him know I was feeling sick and Iâm gonna go lay down at the hotel,â you say. âIf he notices.â
You shouldnât have added that last part, but it slipped before you could stop yourself. Emmy scrambles for the right words, but you squeeze her arm and smile.
You feel her eyes on your back as you find the side door you came in through and slip out into the setting sun. Â
**
After an eternity on the red carpet, Dieterâs close to a breakdown. Heâs hot and tired and starving and he wants to see her. Interviewer after interviewer asks where she is, why isnât she your date tonight, and all he can say is âSheâs inside somewhere.âÂ
Emmy hands him a bottle of water, and he chugs the whole thing, wiping his mouth and looking around for a woman in a peach dress.Â
âIs she already in the theater?â He asks. Emmy wrings her hands together in a way he doesnât like at all. He narrows his eyes. âWhere is she?â
âShe, um, left. She said to tell you she didnât feel well,â Emmy says, chewing her lip. âIf you noticed.â
âShut the fuck up; no she didnât. Where is she?â He asks. Because she would never just leave. That isnât like her at all. Why wouldnât he notice her being gone?
âOkay, um, I think maybe she was confused about some stuff happening,â Emmy starts.Â
âConfused about what?â He asks, folding his arms, heat rising up his neck and cheeks.Â
âWell, like how long she was gonna be alone. And then the two of you werenât sitting together. And maybe she thought sheâd be on the carpet, too, I donât know,â Emmy says, wincing like heâd explode with the wrong wording.
âItâs only beenââ He glances at his watch â âFuck, two hours?â
âYeah.â
âThey wouldnât let me go, Em,â he says, like pleading his case to her would help. âAnd I was gonna be right next to her the rest of the night!â
âUm, about that, actually, they had her sitting one row back and, like, five seats down and youâre sitting next to Sophie,â Emmy says.
âWhat?â He asks through gritted teeth.
âI thought you knew that!â
This is a disaster. Dieter had specified wanting her next to him. His manager was supposed to make sure of it.Â
âFuck. Fuck! And she said she thought sheâd be with me out there?â
âNo,â Emmy says. âNot in so many words. But I think maybe sheâI mean, you did say youâd show her off, Mr. Bravo.â
He pulls his phone out, determined to find out where she is. His texts wonât send, and his calls goes straight to voicemail.Â
âI gotta go, sheâs notââ
Emmy doesnât try to stop him, but his publicist catches him before he makes it to the door.Â
âYou canât go anywhere, Bravo,â he says. âYouâre contractually obligated to attend this entire event or youâll be out a shitload of money, and weâve just gotten your whole image cleaned up.âÂ
Dieterâs seething. He wants to burn this whole fucking theater down to get to her, image be damned.Â
âJust have a seat,â Emmy says, pushing herself between his publicist and himself. âIâll find her. Donât worry, Iâm sure sheâs totally fine. Iâm sure sheâs at the hotel.â
He takes a deep breath and nods. âFind her,â he pleads, turning back to the auditorium. He stops and turns to glare back at his publicist. âOr I will take all this coke in my suit pocket and snort it in front of every studio executive while thanking my publicist for all the work he does.â
**
âSorry,â the woman at the front desk says. âWe donât have anyone checked in under that name.â
Your heart drops. Dieter told you heâd put your name on the room, too. You hadnât thought to get a room key before you were herded out. âItâs, um, it might be under Dieter Bravo,â you say timidly, but you donât have much hope. She looks you up and down, you and your poofy dress, and gives you a sardonic smile.Â
âYouâre here with Dieter Bravo?â She asks.Â
âIâm his girlfriend,â you say, already preparing for whatever comeback she has for you.
âIâm sure,â she says, looking you up and down. âBe that as it may, youâre not on any room for anyone, and I canât just give you keys for celebrities that may or may not be here. Sorry.â
You canât even really be that angry with her as you walk out of the hotel. You wouldnât have believed you either.Â
The problem is that everything but your phone and a tube of lipstick is in your purse upstairs. The tiny clutch in your hand is all you have. You suppose you can just order a Lyft, but as you glance up and down the crowded street, you donât even know how a car could get to you easily. Half of the street is shut down completely.
Dieter says itâs always like this.Â
You take a deep breathâall you need to do is get to a less crowded area. Your phone is fully charged, thank God, and you know perfectly well how to operate your Maps app. Itâll be fine. Just a mile or so in your heels, and youâll be fine.Â
The soonest pickup is in one hour, and you realize as you're typing in the address that you donât know the house number. You know the street name, but the house number has disappeared from your mind completely. You type in four numbers and hope for the best.Â
Itâs a nightmare waiting for that car.
You do your best to ignore the stares at your over the top outfit and fight off any âhey, babyâ that comes your way, and by the time the black sedan picks you up, youâre close to a panic attack.Â
It takes another thirty minutes to get back to Sherman Oaks, and by the time he drops you off in front of a large, modern home that is most definitely not Dieterâs, your adrenaline has started to wear off. Youâre a few blocks away, at least, but you recognize your surroundings. Shoes in hand, because you canât take those heels anymore, you set off to find your way home, reciting the keypad code in your head.Â
The house is so quiet. Thereâd been so much noise all night, and now everythingâs silent. You swallow, throat tightening as you walk up to his room, wondering if heâd noticed you were gone at all.Â
Youâre not even sure if you have a right to be upset.
All heâd done was ask you to go to the premiere. He hadnât said anything about you walking the red carpet with him, and you felt foolish now that you thought about it. Of course you wouldnât have been a part of that. Youâre no one.Â
That shower for two heâd been so excited about wrenches its way into your mind, the water pouring over his fluffy hair and some faceless other woman. Sophie Neptune, the girl at the reception desk, Emmyâhe could have any one of them.Â
The door to his room is open, the bed still rumpled from that morning. Heâd woken you up with the softest kiss heâd ever given you. Itâs late, and youâre so tired, but you canât sleep in there. It smells like him in there.Â
Thereâs a guest room across the hall, clean and white and almost antiseptic compared to the ownerâs suite. The mattress isnât quite as soft, and your mascara leaks all over the white pillowcase as you let yourself sob against it, but thatâs fine. You canât feel him in here at all.
**
Emmy couldnât find her outside, or at the hotel, or anywhere.
âThe lady in the lobby said she wasnât on the hotel room, so she couldnât let her in,â Emmyâd whispered to him in the theater an hour into the show.
âFuck. She was-I put her on the room, goddammit,â heâd said desperately. âIâve gotta go, I canâtâfuck this, they can fine me, I donât give a shit.â
Heâd left and run across the street, dodging autograph seekers and photographers with the skill of someone who had plenty of reasons to move through the world unseen. Her purse was still in the room, along with her wallet and keys and that fidget toy she likes so much, and the little jacket she brought in case she got cold. He grabbed her belongings and checked his phone again, but there was nothing. Every call refused to go through. He couldnât even get her location to show up. Too many people in one place clogging up the cell towers.Â
The trafficâs awful, too. It takes hours to get back to his house, but eventually heâs able to find her location, and he lets out a long, slow breath when he sees sheâs made it back. The driver tells him to have a good evening, but Dieter can barely hear him as he bolts from the car, throwing a hundred-dollar tip at him and racing to his front door.
âPeach?â He calls, spying her shoes on the floor next to the couch. She doesnât answer, so he tries her real name, pulling off his jacket and shoes and the goddamn bowtie, throwing them all in a crumpled pile his stylist will for sure fuss at him over.
Nothing.Â
Their bedroomâs empty, and sheâs not in the bathroom. Dieter panics, checking the balcony and the pool and only calming down when he doesnât see her floating face down.Â
Heâs just about to go check the sauna when he sees the closed guest room door. His heart lurches into his throat when he opens it and finds her there still in her dress, curled up with mascara stains all over the pillowcase and sideways tear tracks on her cheeks. Why would she sleep in here? As he slips into bed with her, part of him wants to let her rest, but the other part needs to know what happened.Â
Curiosity wins.Â
âBaby,â he murmurs. âSweetheart, wake up.â
Her eyes flutter open, puffy and swollen. He smiles gently at her, and for a moment she looks like she always does in the morningâsleepy and soft and happy to see him. But he watches that joy fade from her features as she takes in her surroundings, and her eyes well up with tears.Â
âOh,â she chokes out. âDieter, Iâm soâIâm so sorry, I donât know what happened. I tried to go to the hotel and wait there and they told me I wasnât on the room and then my phone wouldnât work, and all I could do was get a Lyft, and Iâall my stuff is at that hotel.â She babbles on, trying to explain, and he tries to ignore the sting in the back of his eyes. âI feel so silly. I got so upset over nothing.â
Dieter pulls her as close to him as he can, shushing her softly and kissing her forehead.Â
âI have all your stuff, baby,â he murmurs. âYouâre allowed to be upset. Will you come to bed and we can talk about it in the morning?â
She nods against his chest and lets him help her up; lets him lead her into their bedroom and unzip her dress. It piles around her feet, and he realizes with a sharp pang that they didnât even get a picture.Â
Sheâs quiet as he finds her makeup pads and wipes her face with them.Â
âWhyâd you go sleep in there?â He asks as casually as he can. Sheâs quiet for a moment. âHurt to be in here without you. I was being dramatic,â she says.Â
Dieter doesnât know what to say, but it hurts that sheâs downplaying her feelings. It hurts that she canât just be completely honest with him.
He pulls her naked into bed with him, but just wraps himself around her, ignoring his cock for once. She melts into him and falls asleep almost immediately, and Dieter tries to do the same.Â
He doesnât want the conversation that comes tomorrow. If he stays awake, maybe the morning wonât arrive, and he can stay here in this limbo wrapped around her warm, soft body forever.Â
**
You donât want the conversation, either.Â
The two of you dance around it all morning. He orders breakfast before you wake up, and in the kitchen you find him in an apron and boxers, removing the food from takeout containers and transferring them onto the bone china plates he rarely uses.Â
Heâs ordered your favorite Starbucks drink, and he carefully avoids talking about last night at all.Â
âDieter,â you murmur, reaching across the table to squeeze his gesticulating hand. âAre we gonna talk about what happened?â
He falters and nods, eyes growing so round you just want to apologize and tell him it wonât happen again and youâre so sorry for being so, so silly.Â
But you want it to work with him, too.
âCanâŠcan you tell me what happened on your end?â He asks, wincing like youâre about to land a blow to his pretty face. So you tell him, gently, about the discouraging sequence of events. You tell him youâd gotten confusedâthat when he asked you to be your date you thought it meant something it didnât.Â
âI guess I just didnât realize I wouldnât even be able to sit next to you. I thoughtâŠâ
âThat wasnât supposed to happen,â he insists. âYou were supposed to be next to me the rest of the night.â
You nod. âI think we just didnât communicate, or I misunderstood. I wish Iâd known, you know?â
âKnown what?â
âThat Iâd be so pushed away, I guess. I get that itâs obvious now, youâre supposed to be with your co-star, but I donât know that much about these things. ItâŠhurt a lot at the time. Feeling like no one.â
Youâve moved the conversation to the couch, cradling his head in your lap. He sits up and crawls onto your lap to hold your face in his hands. âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs like I was no one, Dieter. And I wasnât ready to see you touching her like that,â you tell him. âI didnât realize that was part of it.â
Dieter frowns, brows knit together. âI donâtâŠyou know Iâm an actor. You know thatâs the PR,â he says.Â
âI know. It just felt soâŠyou spent all this time talking about me, and then when I wasnât useful anymore for interviews you kissed all over your co-star.â
âIt wasnât like that! I wasnâtâI meant everything I said,â he argues. âIâm sorry, baby, but thatâs business. Thatâs my job. We have to play it up; itâs marketing.âÂ
You donât know what youâd wanted to hear, but that didnât make you feel any better.Â
âSo I just have to suck it up?â You ask, not bothering to hide your disappointment.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying!âÂ
âThatâs exactly what youâre saying, Dee.â You curl up against the couch, arms folded. âYou wanted to know what happened. Thatâs what happened. And then I couldnât get into the hotel room because you didnât even put my name on it, and I looked so stupid in this dress all alone.â
Dieter kisses your cheeks and chin, pulling your hands to his chest like heâs trying to absorb you. âI canâtâŠI canât change how things are done or what studios want me to do. But that wonât ever happen again. I wonât ever let you feel alone like that again.â
âI know you mean that when you say it,â you murmur. âAnd itâs not your fault. I justâŠdonât know if I can do that.â
Dieter stiffens. âCanât do what? What do you mean?âÂ
You take a deep breath. âI meanâŠDieter, this whole thing. I donât know if Iâm meant to do it. Like, celebrities date each other for a reason, right? Maybe this kind of thing just doesnât work.â
âBaby,â he says, not bothering to keep the panic out of his voice. âBaby, no. Youâreâno, we can do this together. We got through the whole press tour, remember?âÂ
You give him a watery smile. âI know. I know that. But when I saw you and Sophie standing togetherâI dunno, it made sense. I wouldnât have looked right next to you. I would have looked ridiculous.â
âNo,â he says, giving a fervent shake of his head. âNo, you looked so beautiful. Iâm such an idiot; I canât believeâyou have to believe me. I will never let that happen again.
âDee,â you say, holding his thick wrists in your hands. âI believe you. Itâs not just that. Iâm not just, like, hungry for the spotlight or whatever. I donâtâlike, I donât know if can handleâŠI justâŠneed some time, okay?â
It feels ridiculous to tell him you donât know if you can deal with him doing so many projects. Heâs an actor, and you signed on for this. Youâd been so naive. Â
Youâre supposed to be here another week. Youâd wanted to see him so badly, but now you need to think, and maybe talk to Taylor. Staying here with him in his big house is an illusionâthatâs not what itâs really like.Â
Heâs close to tears when you leave the next day, begging you to stay just a little longer. He wants to make it up to you. You just donât know how he can. Youâre not even sure thereâs anything to make up for.Â
Things donât always work out the way you want them to, no matter how much it breaks your heart to admit it. You kiss his forehead and tell him you love him because he needs to hear it. Itâs not a breakup; you just need some time to think.Â
âThink here,â he begs. âThink here, I wonât bother you, Iâll go get Delilah and fly her out here. And Taylor, too. Whatever you need.â
What you need is to be away from him. How are you supposed to focus when he overwhelms your senses like that? Heâs so all-consumingâraspberry kush and CK All invading your lungs as you breathe him in, the whimpers you pull from his chest when you linger on his bottom lip, even the salty aftertaste of his collarbone on your tongue.Â
Heâs too much in all the best ways, and if you donât leave him right now heâll pull you back and what if you end up resenting him for it? What if it only gets worse?
âIâll call you when I get home, okay? I promise,â you say as the car pulls into the driveway.
âStay. Stay here, please stay here.â He presses his forehead against yours, nosing your cheek and taking a long, shaky breath. âYouâre my home.â
His words knock the wind out of you. âDeeâŠâ You murmur. He looks at your suitcase and then the car.
âYouâre really gonna go?â He asks. You nod, tearing up. You tell him you love him, you promise to call him again, and then you leave. He stands at his door in a purple robe and watches the car disappear, and you wipe your eyes quickly.Â
âAirport?â The driver asks.Â
You nod and look away.
**
A week later, Dieterâs about to start another marathon interview session. His cardigan itches, his pants are too tight, he hates these fucking shoes. Sophieâs glaring at him as he stomps around, checking his phone every few minutes.Â
âDo you have a meeting youâre late for or something?â She asks. âItâs gonna be a long day if you donât chill out.â
He stops and glares back at Sophie, misdirected anger dripping from him.Â
âSeriously, Dieter, whatâs going on?â
He slumps down in his chair and rubs his forehead.Â
âGirl stuff,â he pouts.Â
âAgain? Already?â
âItâs not that big of a deal,â he says, trying to deflect, but Sophieâs always been good at seeing through him.Â
âSeems like it is,â she says. âThis the same girl you were so excited about a couple of weeks ago?â
He nods, scratching the side of his head, and gives in. âWe had a fight the night of the premiere.â
âOh, hon. Is that why she wasnât there?â
He cringes. âShe was there. She left before we got done on the carpet.â
And suddenly, Dieterâs telling her everythingâthe whole messy event, how sheâd left him to think, how sheâs been so quiet ever since. Even when she FaceTimed him it felt like he was a stranger to her.Â
She sent the raccoon, though. Like clockwork. It had given him more hope than he cared to admit.Â
Sophie listens, nodding her head in all the right places, emitting only a soft âawâ when he told her heâd begged his girl to stay.Â
âI donât know what to do,â he says, covering his face with his hands. âWhat if sheâs right? What if it doesnât work?â
Sophie sits back and checks her watch, nodding as if sheâs decided thereâs enough time to tell him what he needs to hear. âIâm gonna be totally honest, Dieter. If you told me this a couple of years ago when we were filming Iâd have told you to let her go.â
He wilts, his hopes disintegrating into ash.Â
âBut,â she continues, and he perks up again. âYouâre not that guy anymore. You spent half that press tour just waiting for her to call you. You didnât even go out and hook up with anyone. And you werenât inappropriate with me at all.â
âWhen was I everâoh,â he says, quickly dropping his objections when he remembers his habit of hanging around her trailer like a tomcat before Steve visited the set and scared the shit out of him. He grins sheepishly. âYeah. Sorry about all that.â
âI know you are,â she says, patting his arm. âI donât know if that change is all yours or if you just love her that much, but it sounds like sheâs had some kind of effect on you. And I donât believe that weâre not meant to be with regular people or whatever. Steveâs an accountant.â
âHe is?â
âHe is!âÂ
âBut youâve been together since before, right?â
âNope. We met at a Christmas party six years ago.âÂ
Dieter sits back and stares at her. A PA pops in to tell them itâs time, and Sophie flashes her brilliant smile.
âIt can work,â she says. âBut you have to talk to her about stuff. This is a weird business. If youâre kissing me for PR, you need to tell her beforehand.â
He scrubs a hand down his face, and the first interviewer comes in just as his phone dings.Â
Good luck today! Love you. đŠ
Attached is a picture of the two of them in the bathroom at the hotel the night of the premiere, and her grin is so beautiful and soft. Heâs not fully dressed, but itâs something. Itâs something.
The interviewer notices his big, dopey smile. âGood news?â He asks.
âFucking incredible,â he says.Â
**
Youâre miserable.Â
Youâve spent a week trying to figure out what youâre supposed to be thinking about. Heâd been away from you for six weeks, the longest heâd been gone so far, and you just left? After he begged you to stay? After he called you his home? Were you crazy?Â
And now you donât know what to do. He seems happy to hear from you, if cautious in the way he talks. You donât know what youâre supposed to do.Â
After you sent him a good luck text, he sent a smiley face back, and you have no idea what that means. You try to keep yourself busy with anythingâwork, reading, collages.Â
Weird that you find yourself Googling âcelebrities that married normal people.â
Not that you expect to marry him or anythingâthe phrasing is just easier. That Pinterest folder full of wedding ideas isnât for him specifically. Itâs just a coincidence you made it three weeks after the first time you met him in person.
Matt Damon.Â
Keanu Reeves.
Jon Stewart.
Jennifer Lawrence.
Sophie Neptune.
Sophie Neptune??
Sophie Neptune, 36, is married to Steve Parker, 40, an accountant.
Holy shit, what?
âDelilah, youâre seeing this, right?â You ask your dog who perks up at the sound of her name. She sniffs the phone, and lays her head back down. She has, unfortunately, not learned to talk.Â
It took a few visits for Delilah to warm up to Dieter, but eventually sheâd decided he was her human, too. The thought of her napping on his chest makes your heart ache.Â
In the accompanying picture, Sophieâs in a red evening gown looking every bit the movie star, standing next to tall, husky man with a salt-and-pepper beard in a black tuxedo. He is, indeed, just a guy.Â
You take to Instagram again because you need to know. You simply must know.
And there he is in her profile picture, a little blue checkmark certifying authenticity. Sheâs kissing his cheek. Sometimes heâs in red carpet pictures, and sometimes heâs not. Most of the time heâs in the background gazing at her like sheâs the brightest star in the sky.Â
You could have had a whole week with your own star, too. You lean back on your couch and stare at your aloe vera plant.Â
He loves this stupid plant. He loves that youâve kept this plant alive for so long. When you tell him theyâre easy plants, almost impossible to kill, he waves his hand at you.Â
âIâve never kept anything but myself alive my whole life,â heâd said. âAnd you have a dog and a plant.â
âAnd you,â youâd reminded him. Heâd wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
âAnd me,â heâd murmured.
Fuck. This is stupid. This is ridiculous. This is the worst decision youâve ever made.Â
How much are flights to L.A.? And how hard is it to get a seat for a dog?Â
Dieter always took care of this. Every time.Â
Fuck fuck fuck.Â
Itâs not cheap, and you have no idea how youâre gonna pay your credit card off, but you manage to find a flight that leaves at five a.m.
Youâre running around your apartment trying to find clean clothes to pack for a couple of daysâitâs as grand a gesture you swing, for nowâwhen your phone rings. You check the timeâalmost midnight.Â
Itâs Dieter. A pit opens in your stomach, your insides swirling with anticipationâyou donât know if itâs the good or bad kind as you lift the phone to your ear.Â
âHello?â You ask, voice shaking.Â
âHey, peach,â he says in that soft, gravelly voice. âYou at home?âÂ
âYeah, I was justââ
But there are three knocks on your door before you can finish your sentences. Your heart leaps into your throat as you scramble to the door, not bothering the check the peephole. Delilah goes berserk, barking at the unexpected intruder.Â
Dieter stands in front you, bags under his eyes and wearing a silver cardigan that is definitely not his. You pull him inside.
âYouâre here,â you murmur.Â
âI know,â he says. âI know you said you needed spââ
âNo,â you stop him, clawing at the cardigan and pulling him in for a kiss that he happily returns. âNo, I was stupid, I didnât need space. I just ran. I just got scared and I ran.â
âI should haveâshould have told youâI was stupid. I was so stupidââ He says, and youâre shushing him and heâs kissing you and Delilahâs still barking and youâre cryingâwhy are you crying? âOh, baby, no, donât cry. I came to apologize.â
He cradles your jaw, kissing your cheeks and your forehead. You look up at him and laugh. âI was gonna come apologize to you, too.â
He knits his brow and shakes his head. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean I bought a plane ticket for me and Delilah and we were gonnaâI was, I meanâapologize. You know, likeâlike in the movies. Like this.âÂ
Dieter gives you a sheepish grin. âReally?â
âReally!â
Delilah jumps insistently on his legs.
âSay hi to her before she loses it,â you say. Your hands are shaking as he kneels to the ground and gives her a kiss on the head. Â
âHey, girl. I missed you, too. Itâs good to see you,â he says gently. She licks his hand, pleased with the acknowledgment, and rolls over for belly rubs. âA little later, okay? I gotta talk to mama.â
You ignore the way he says âmamaâ in that sweet voice. Looking around, you see no bags. âWhereâs your stuff?â You ask as he gets to his feet.Â
His sheepish grin returns, and he rubs the back of his neck. âDidnât bring anything. Nic let me borrow his jet.â
âWhoâs Nic?â
âNic Cage,â he says. âHe owed me a favor.â
âAnd you used that favor to come see me?â
You donât wait for him to answer. You know you need to talk, you know there are things the two of you need to work out, but you need to feel his mouth on yours. Dieter doesnât resist at all when you pull him by his shirt collar and slot your lips between his. He just melts into you with a soft whimper.Â
Dieterâs backing you into the bedroom and kicking the door closed, overwhelming your senses again, reacquainting himself with the way you taste and feel and smell. His hands sneak up your torso and peel off your shirt, and he groans at the sight of your bare breasts. He kisses down your chest, flicking his tongue around each nipple as he kneels down in front of you to pull your leggings off of you.Â
Soft waves of hair slide easily between your fingers as he pushes his face between your legs and breathes, kissing your pussy through your already-damp underwear. Youâve been away from him for so much longer before, but this is different, like your body knows the last time he touched you couldâve been it.Â
He slides your panties down your legs and stuffs them in his mouth, looking up at you through thick lashes with wide, brown eyes.Â
Youâre in charge.Â
âOh, baby,â you murmur, stroking his cheek. âYou want that tonight?âÂ
He nods vigorously as you tug at his hair, pulling him back to expose his thick neck.
âSpit those out,â you say and he pouts, but does as heâs told. He dives toward your cunt, mouth open and tongue out, but you yank him back from that, too.Â
âIâm in charge, remember?â You remind him. He nods and holds still, but stares at your pussy like he hasnât eaten in weeks. âGet naked, and then get on your back and get comfortable. Iâm gonna sit on your face and use your tongue to get myself off. And you donât touch yourself until I say you can, yeah?â
He gives an eager nod and licks his lips as you let his hair go. He scrambles onto the bed, pulling his clothes off haphazardly and laying on his back, feet planted firmly on the mattress. His cock juts up, his head just peeking out of his foreskin, red and weeping. You crawl up his legs, kissing all the way up, unable to resist engulfing him with your mouth on the way up.Â
He makes a noise like heâs been punched, gripping the sheets with his fists to hold himself still, but you pull off and giggle before he can really react. Shimmying the rest of the way up his body, you plant your knees on either side of his head. Dieterâs hungry eyes fall on your pussy again and you lower yourself to his soft, thick tongue. He moans as you start to move, curling his hands over your ass and digging his fingers into your cheeks.Â
He feels so fucking good, running his big hands over you as you grind yourself on his mouth, your swollen clit bumping his nose every so often. His arm slides under your leg and he slips two fingers inside you, slapping your ass hard with his other hand.Â
You want to fuss at him, tell him youâre using him, but it feels too good. Your hips buck faster, and every time he moans into you it pushes you closer.
âCome hard for me, baby girl,â he growls as he strokes your g-spot, muffled by your cunt. âWanna drink from you. Gimme all of it. âM so fuckinâ hard. So fuckinâ hard, wanna fuck you so hard, please, missed your pussy so muchââ
His pleas go straight to your cunt, your hips rocking back and forth so fast the headboard slams against the wall no matter how tightly you hold onto it.Â
âKeepâdoingâthatââ You whimper, almost there, almost at the edge, almost where he wants you. Your vision goes white, ears ringing as your cunt pulses around his fingers.Â
âNow. Now you can touch yourself,â you breathe as you come all over his face, his cheeks wet with you. He doesnât move his fingers, just works you through it, murmuring obscenities about what a sweet fucking girl you are. His other hand wipes through the mess youâve made on his face and moves to his cock, his arm jerking as your hips slow and your breathing evens out. He sticks his tongue back out, searching for your taste, and you move back.Â
âBaby,â you giggle, and he looks up and smiles.Â
âToo much?â He teases, licking his lips and stroking lazily at himself as you pull off of his fingers.
âMmm.â
Heâs still tugging at himself, and as beautiful as he is when he does this, you have other plans.
âStop, please,â you say, and he obeys. He always listens so well. You crawl between his legs and look up, and he is the picture of debaucheryâlips and chin and cheeks shiny with you, hair mussed from your fingers pulling his hair, breathing hard as he looks at you through those soft, heavy-lidded eyes.Â
You press soft kisses to his shaft and he pulses against you, whimpering as you coat his cock in saliva and take him down your throat.Â
His leg shakes as you drag your fingernails up and down his thigh, moaning at the way his cock bulges in the back of your throat. You pull off and smile at his whimper of protest, gazing up at him with your bottom lip in a teasing pout.Â
âI wanna make you feel good, baby, so I want you to choose, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â he sighs, running his thumb over your cheek. You climb up and straddle him, dragging your dripping wet pussy over his cock and nosing his cheek.
âYou wanna come in mouth? Or in my ass?â You whisper in his ear, grinning at the choked moan the second option pulls from him. Before Dieter, you hadnât even thought of it. Now, though? Anything for him. He comes so hard every single time you let him, and you want to make him feel amazing.Â
âOh, fuck, baby, really? Really?â He asks.
âSo the second one, then?â You giggle.
He looks at you with those big, brown eyes, frowning a little as he tries to figure you out. âDo youâŠare you sure? You want that, itâs not justââ
âDieter, I like that. I wouldnât offer if I didnât, yeah?â
He breathes out and kisses you again. âFuck. Fuck, yes, okay. God, youâre soâI fucking love your tight little asshole. I love all of youâoh, fuck, yeahââ
He kisses you again and again, open-mouthed and wet until he pulls away and digs through your drawer for your lube and the bullet vibe. One thing he insists on is feeling you clench around him when you come.Â
Itâs almost gentlemanly. This is a vulnerable act for you, and he understands that.Â
âI got this,â he murmurs, rolling you on your tummy and pulling you up by your hips. âI got you, peach.â
He drizzles the lube on his fingers to warm it, dipping his head and licking your rim first, and lets out a pleased rumble at your taste.Â
âFuck,â he mutters, and licks at you again. âTaste so fucking good.âÂ
Dieter pulls away and his fingers replace his tongue, rubbing softly and murmuring sweet nothings as he opens you up. You press the vibrator against your clit, whimpering at all the sensations happening at once. He slips a finger inside of you and waits for you to relax, repeating the process with more lube and the next finger. It doesnât take muchâitâs not your first time, after all.Â
His cock is so much bigger than a finger, though.Â
âRelax, baby,â he says. âRelax. Youâre so fucking sexy, sweetheart. So good to me, letting me put my big fucking cock in your ass.â
You whine at him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slides into you with aching gentleness. He reaches around to squeeze your breasts, his big hands skating over your belly and mound and any soft part of you he can reach.Â
Once heâs seated, you take a deep breath. âGonna move now, pretty girl,â he says, and all you can do is nod. Your mouth drops open as he fucks into you, and you feel him everywhere as he mumbles at you.
Heâs always a talker, but what spills from his mouth is less filth and more a declaration. It makes your pussy gush even more than his usual depravity.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, baby. Every single bit of youâso beautifulâso perfectâIâd give up everything. Iâd give up everything for you. Wanna live between your legs, baby, pleaseâpleaseâgotta believe me. This sweet little ass is all mine, yeahâmineââ He grits out, possessive and pleading at the same time. You can hardly breathe with the vibe pressed against your clit, pulsing and wet and needy. Dieterâs movements are equal parts pleasure and pain as he stretches you out.Â
âI need you, sweetheart. I need you so bad, I missed you so bad, Couldnâtâstopâthinkingâaboutâyou,â he pants. âYou donât understand how much I need you. Strangling my dick, baby, so fucking tightâoh, fuck, fuck Iâm notâyou gotta come. You gotta come for me, I gotta feel youâplease, please, please-â
His begging sends you over the edge and you cry his name again, and heâs not far behind you. He blankets you with his whole broad body, skin damp and hot against yours, and he all but roars when he spills, nipping your earlobe as he throbs inside of you.
He whispers that he loves you over and over until he softens and pulls out, his seed spilling out and down your thighs. He dips his head between your legs again and looks.
He always has to look.Â
âYouâre so proud of yourself,â you giggle. âDid everyone before me put up with this?â
âNever gave a fuck about looking with them,â he says, rolling you over and running his fingers over your body. âLike seeing what I do to you.â
âHey,â you say, pulling his chin to look at you. âI love you, too, Dee.â
His eyes cloud over as he takes a deep breath. âIâmâIâm sorry I didnât explain everything.â
You kiss him again because you hate the sad look on his face. âIâm sorry I assumed.â
âNo, look. Look, I should have told you. I said Iâd show you off. I meant that. I donât know what happened with the fucking seats, Iâm so pissed about it. Everything got all fucked up. I know you donâtâI know you donât believe me,â he says, his voice faltering, but you put your fingers to his lips.Â
âIâm sorry I ran away and Iâm sorry I didnât let you apologize. I wonât ever do that again,â you promise. He nods and opens his mouth, then closes it again like heâs fighting with himself about something. âWhat is it?â
âCan I justâŠif youâŠplease just move in with me. I wonât ask you to quit your job, ever, and we can even keep your apartment here. Look, you can keep paying rent and Taylor can live here or something. And if you hate it, you can come back. And if you donât, you can break the lease or whatever when we get married.â
Your mouth drops open just slightly at his tirade. âWhen we what?â
âWhenâŠyou know? When we getâŠif we get married.âÂ
âYou wanna get married to me?â
âIâll marry you today, tomorrow, last week,â he says. âYouâre it for me. Thereâs no one else.â
âYou mean that?â You ask quietly.Â
âI mean it so much. I love you. I love you so much. Iâll do whatever I need to do. Iâll stop doing all the drugs and Iâll take fewer projects and Iâll do it. Iâll do anything.â
You sit up and stretch, and he looks up at you, anxiety etched on every line of his forehead.Â
âI need a year,â you say.Â
âA year?â
You nod. âA year. I want to keep doing it like this for a year. If it worksâif it keeps working like this for another yearâand we get through mostly unscathed, Iâll move in with you.â
Dieter grins and stretches out like a lazy cat. âWe can do a year. I can do a year. A year is nothing when weâre gonna be together forever, you know?â
You smile at the way he says, earnestly and with no self-consciousness.Â
âYeah,â you say. âExactly.â
âOkay. I can do that. And Iâokay, then youâyou have to understand where Iâm coming from sometimes. And thatâthat sometimes itâs hard to be with me because of the whole famous thing. And there are some things I canât control, but Iâll do everything I can to make you comfortable. Okay?â
âFair enough,â you say. âThat was good. The feelings you just expressed. That was really good.â
âYeah? Really?â He says, grinning proudly. You pull him toward you, wrapping his long arms around your torso.Â
âReally.â He settles his cheek on your chest, cradling your breast in his hand and wrapping his lips around your nipple. You bop his nose gently, but he ignores you. âYou are insatiable.â
âMmmm,â he murmurs. âLetâs go take a shower so I can eat your pussy under the water. And then we can cuddle.â
âI have a five a.m. flight to catch,â you giggle as he pulls you up and toward the bathroom.
âOh, yeah. Well. Let me pay for those, okay?â You start to object, and he holds up his hand. âYou also have to let me be your rich boyfriend sometimes.â
You roll your eyes. âAll right, baby. Fine.â
He smiles. âAmazing.â
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Worth The Wait - Part 9
Pairing: Javier Peña x Diosa (f!reader)
Word Count: 6.5k
Summary: After Javi and Steve get suspended for a week, you help Javi babysit.
Warnings: Canon AU, Soft!Javi, Javi with a baby, Fluff, Smut (fingering, anal play, p in v doggy style)
a/n: This chapter has been posted on ao3 for a few months now, so some of you may have already read it over there.
Worth The Wait - Series Masterlist
With Diana Turbay being accidentally killed in the same raid meant to rescue her, it changed the original plan the Presidente Gaviria had. At the pressure of Dianaâs parents and the Colombian people, he decided to cave in to Escobarâs demands. What that meant was a prison that Escobar built for himself to spend his agreed upon time in.  But you, Javi, and Steve knew that it meant shit â the man would still be able to run his cocaine empire from inside.Â
Then news hit your trio that Search Bloc was being disbanded and Carillo was being transferred to Spain, so the three of you immediately went to find him at his headquarters. Itâs there that Carillo revealed aerial photos of said Escobarâs prison, ones that the DEA couldnât get otherwise. You and your partners saw for the first time that it wasnât a prison by any means, more like a vacation spot if the soccer field was anything to go by. Carillo then confirmed what you all suspected, he was moving more cocaine than ever while inside.Â
If only there was a way to prove it to Presidente Gaviria.
Steveâs sharp eyes and southern upbringing have him spotting a pigeon coop on the aerials. The new information leads to a stakeout 3 miles out from the prison until Steve was able to shoot one of the pigeons out of the sky and Javi read the note attached to its leg. Something about a delivery via the tunnel.Â
Escobar had built a tunnel under the jail. And if he was moving cocaine through it, what was stopping him from coming and going that way himself?
A late night of food and beer in your kitchen with Javi and Steve was spent looking over those damn photos again. CIA used what technology they could and came back with the same â there were no indication of a tunnel. But the three of you had that damn note about it, so where was it?
Steve groans and rubs his fingertips against his eyes, âFuck, Iâm callinâ it a night. Gonna go cross-eyed if I look any more at these damn things.â He finishes off his beer and stands up, clapping Javi on the back before giving your shoulder a squeeze, âThanks for the food, partner. See you guys tomorrow.â He walks himself out and you hear the door close behind him.Â
Javi sits back with a heavy sigh and pulls the cigarette free that had been sitting behind his ear. You hold up one of the photos to look at it for the thousandth time as you hear the click of the lighter before the smell of nicotine meets your nose. Javi leans his elbow on the table and rubs at his forehead, âHeâs right. Letâs give it a rest for the night. Fresh eyes tomorrow.âÂ
âItâs hereâŠsomewhere,â you gently argue, âI feel like weâre right on the cusp of spotting â whatever it is.âÂ
âDiosa, youâre tired, so am I. Weâre worth shit right now,â He takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth. He leans over and rubs your knee, âCome on, how about a hot shower?â
Your eyes donât leave the photo as they roam along the entire image, âThought you said you were tired?â you tease with a soft smirk, knowing your boyfriend very well.
A tired grin forms on his handsome face, âIâll only fuck you if you ask.â
The picture gets placed down on the table and you look at him, âIâm too tired,â you give a little laugh and stand up, moving to sit on his lap that he happily welcomes you to. He secures an arm around your waist as he leans you both forward to stub out his cigarette in the ash tray. Sitting back, he rubs his palm from your lower back, up your spine, until his fingers are burying into your hair at the nape of your neck.
You tenderly pinch his chin between your thumb and forefinger, kissing him slow and sweet, âBut we can still make out in there?â
âNever a question,â he grins against your lips as he gives you another kiss. As he brushes some hair from your face, you lightly drag your fingertips along the current stubble along his jaw, âIâll meet you in there, I just want to clean up a bit more first.â
âYou got it,â he leaves another kiss to your lips and then youâre standing up, allowing him to do the same. His large hand smooths over your ass as heâs leaving the kitchen and heading down the small hallway to your bedroom.
The plates from dinner are collected and placed in the sink for later, the condiments are put back in the fridge. You then look over the pictures once more, sliding some out of the way with a fingertip until something clicks in your brain.
Hurriedly, you start plucking each photo off the table, eyes pinpointing to the same spot on each one and finding the same damn thing. With several photos in your hand, you rush into your bedroom to find Javi tossing his shirt onto the bed, eyes finding yours at your abrupt entrance.
âJavi, what about this? Itâs not a tunnel, but itâs in every picture,â you walk over, standing close and point to the yellow truck, shuffling through the photos to point out it out in each one, âYou would only have a truck coming and going for deliveries. Â Â âDelivery via the tunnelââ you repeat the note, âThe man is using fucking pigeons, he wouldnât be above using codes.â
Javiâs arm slips around your waist as he looks at the pictures, âItâs a fucking truck,â he nods, âThe tunnelâs a fucking truck.â An excited grin on your face makes him match it with one of his own. His palm fits to your cheek as he cinches you closer into him, âBrilliant and beautiful,â he compliments before kissing you good.Â
With the discovery of the truck, it allows the three of you to ambush it on a trip back from the prison and get a camera set up inside so he can discreetly snap photos of what and who heâs delivering. The photos provide a mountain of evidence of Escobar violating the terms of his prison stay. Believing that the photos were all you needed to get Escobar put in a real prison, it turned into another dead end with Presidente Gaviria refusing to do anything about it, preferring to allow Escobar the freedom of deliveries as opposed to bombings throughout the country.Â
Huddled around Javiâs desk, the three of you talk quietly.
âItâs our only play left,â Javi insists.Â
You and Steve nod, with Steve reminding, âNoonan will be pissed.âÂ
Javi nods and sits back in his chair, âWhich is why youâre not coming with us,â his eyes on you.
Steve looks between you both as annoyance takes over your face. You hit Javi with an angered look, âExcuse me?â
Javi leans forward, elbow on his desk as his hand points to you while he explains, âThereâs a good chance Noonanâs going to rip us a new one over this. Sheâs not stupid at who to look at once the photos hit the papers. Steve and I can play dumb all we want, but itâs the truth. You being the only female DEA agent here, thereâs an unfortunate chance it could go even worse for you should she take it to anyone higher up. I hate to say that, but you know Iâm right, querida, weâve talked about it before.â
The more he talks, the quicker the anger melts away as you realize heâs right, much to your dismay. The three of you are supposed to be partners through and through, something you have no problem with. If you were a man, youâd be marching to that newspaper office right next to them. But youâre not, and that fact makes you have to tread more carefully in the name of your career. The fact that despite Javiâs tunnel vision for Escobar, heâs still thinking of the way consequences could affect you reminds you how lucky you are to have him as a partner, both professionally and romantically.Â
Standing with your arms crossed, you keep your eyes on him as he speaks, only to shake your head in aggravation when he finishes.
âIt feels like Iâm copping out in the sake of my career. We said weâd be all in â all three of us.â
Javi nods once, âWe did, which is why weâre both telling you that weâre okay with you sitting this one out. No hard feelings, Agent.â The use of your rank instead of a usual pet name means more in that moment than you would have guessed.
âSteve?â you look to him for confirmation.
Murphy instantly nods, âJavâs right. Being all in means also looking out for each other when it counts. And this is one of those times. We got this, partner.â
The aftermath resulted in not only the newspaper printing the photos, but the media picking up the story and running it on every channel. It all culminated in the three of you being called to Noonanâs office. As soon as she held up the newspaper with clear anger, Javi immediately shifted to the edge of his seat and declared your innocence in it, something that Steve quickly backed him up on â just like they said they would. She seemed suspicious, but when Javi pushed her to get surveillance video from the embassy or even from the newspaper office to prove you werenât there, she finally relented and excused you as your partners stayed behind. When they finally get back to the office, you find out that she was submitting complaints against them in Washington in addition to suspending them for a week.Â
With Escobar in his own prison fortress, along with his men, thereâs no real leads coming in anymore. And with no distractions from your partners, any lingering paperwork got done all in a day. At the end of it, you canât wait to see Javi â a full work day without seeing him was even worse than you expected.Â
As soon as you walk into your apartment building, you head straight for his door and give a couple quick knocks, trying hard not to stand there smiling in anticipation of seeing your boyfriend. Except, thereâs no answer and when you listen at the door, thereâs no movement. Another couple knocks and then you notice that itâs dark underneath the door. The man barely sits still, so it shouldnât be too surprising that he isnât home. Itâs not like you expected him to wait around all day for you, but part of you wishes he would have let you know where he was going. With your line of work and the information that his informants provide at times, if heâs out chasing a lead than heâs automatically in more danger than if he just stayed here.Â
Disappointed that you wonât be seeing him tonight, you walk to your own apartment and let yourself in. As you drop your bag on the small table by your door, you hear paper crinkle below you. Lifting your boot up, you spy a folded piece of paper not far from the bottom of your doorway.Â
Itâs Javiâs handwriting and as your eyes scan the note, a smile grows on your face â
âDiosa, Missed you today. I know work couldnât have been any good without me. Come by Murphyâs when youâre home. TĂo Javiâs on duty and I have dinner for you.  <;3â
Quickly, you change into leggings and an oversized t-shirt and make your way upstairs to Steve and Connieâs.  When Javi answers your knock and opens the door with Olivia in his arms, you swear your uterus moans. Not only seeing this strong man holding the sweetest baby, but he looks so good doing it. With his arms flexed from supporting her, his biceps are pushing the hem of his sleeves up; his shirt is slightly shifted to reveal a bit more of his normally exposed chest, and add to that the sweet way heâs looking at you and you actually find yourself at a loss for words.Â
Having children had never been something you ever gave much thought, especially with the kind of career youâve pursued, but seeing Javi with a baby actually makes you wonder if you should.
âTĂo Javi, huh?â you smile.
Javi grins, âTĂa Diosa, right on time.â
As you walk in and he closes the door behind you, you run a gentle hand over Oliviaâs hair and smile at her, âHey sweetheart,â giving her little cheek a kiss. Javi sinks his fingers into your hair and tenderly combs them through until heâs cupping the back of your head.
Looking to him next, you play with the fastened buttons towards the bottom of his shirt, âI missed you, too, todayâ referring to the note he left you. He slants his mouth over yours with a sweet, savoring kiss.
When you start to feel his lips leaving yours, you quickly mumble wait against his mouth and cup his cheek, keeping him still as you continue the kiss for just a bit longer. His lips curve against yours briefly before losing himself in you. The hand at the back of your head moves to slide along your lower back and then lower until heâs cupping your ass. When you finally end the kiss, your lips barely leave his. A tender nudge of your nose to his, you take a second to regain your breath as he leans his forehead on yours.Â
The plush of his lips leave a kiss to your forehead while he gives your hip a squeeze, âAmor, take this little angelita and Iâll go heat up the food.â Javiâs so gentle in the way he passes Olivia to you, extra careful with such a precious life. When you situate her in your arms, youâre speaking softly to her as she smiles at you â you arenât aware of the way Javi takes a second to look at you interacting with her before walking into the kitchen. You follow behind him, asking him about his day as you watch him pull out a bag and a couple beers from the fridge. The name of the cafĂ© on the side of the bag is a favorite of yours. Not only did Javi wait for you before eating, but he made sure to order some of your favorites.Â
âJavier,â you say at the sight, âGod, youâre the best. Thank you, baby,â you smooth your hand along his lower back as he pops open the beers then grabs plates and utensils.
Your boyfriend pauses his task to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you more into his side as he kisses your head, âFirst day without having me to look at across the way. Figured you deserved something special,â he teases.
âHah, what about you not having me to look at?â you bump his hip playfully and step back from him to give him a raised brow, a smirk playing at your lips as Olivia babbles.
Javi crowds you with his hands on your hips, âBelieve me, Diosa, it was torture all day. Why do you think youâre here right now? I didnât want to wait until later tonight to see you. You being here is my something special.â
The warmth of your hand slips inside his shirt and rests against his collarbone as he presses a kiss to your waiting lips. Olivia squeals and giggles at nothing, prompting the two of you to laugh into the kiss and Javi pulling from you to sweep a tender hand over her small head and press his lips there, âYou tell her, princess.âÂ
The sight makes you swallow a whimper at how sweet he is and how attractive it is to see this paternal side of him. Shaking yourself out of it, you give her little arm a gentle shake, âHey now, us girls have to stick together.â
Javi chuckles as he goes back to plating the food for the microwave. You give a playful smack to his ass before giggling and grabbing your beer as you walk into the living room with her. After taking a sip, you place the bottle on the dining table then walk over to Steveâs radio and fiddle with it until you find a station with some upbeat music. Speaking excitedly and playfully to Olivia, sheâs soon enough bouncing in your arms at the music and you laugh as you slowly spin around with her, bopping along to the music with her.
The music instantly draws his attention as he pushes some buttons on the microwave, setting it off to reheat. Sipping his beer, he rests a hip against the countertop as he watches you with Olivia. When youâre both laughing, and youâre moving around with her, a smile sits on his face. As his eyes stay on you two, thereâs a slow sensation of something that starts in his chest and seeps throughout his body, down to his toes. Thereâs an almost dĂ©jĂ vu feeling that heâs watching his future right now. He can see it so clearly â you dancing with a child in your arms, one that looks like a perfect mix of you and him, in the kitchen of his Popâs house back in Laredo. Itâs that future with you that feels like true peace.
The shrill beeping of the microwave shakes the image from his mind as he takes the plate out and puts in the second one. Glancing over at you, youâre none the wiser to his staring as you laugh at the cute giggles coming from the sweet little girl. Javi grabs a fork and knife and brings the heated plate over to the table, âBaby, foodâs ready. Start eating while itâs still hot, Iâm right behind you,â he motions with a thumb at the microwave currently going.
âThank you!â you smile and turn the music down as you walk over and seat Olivia in her high chair at the table before taking your own seat. Javi grabs a pacifier and comes around to place in Oliviaâs mouth, who happily takes it.Â
Chewing on a bite of food, you watch as he heads back into the kitchen to grab his plate thatâs now finished heating. He takes a seat next to you and scoops up some food as he looks at you, âGood?â taking a bite.Â
With a nod, âItâs delicious!â you practically moan, taking another bite. As you chew, you admire him for a minute before swallowing and saying, âYouâre really good with her, Javi.âÂ
A humble shrug, âLike Iâve said, as the oldest kid in the family, there was always a baby cousin around to help take care of.âÂ
âStill, itâs incredibly sweet to witness.âÂ
âYouâre not so bad at it yourself, amor.â
âYouâre definitely more of a naturalâŠitâs sexy,â you grin as you take another bite, avoiding his gaze that you know is on you. Thereâs a smug smirk on as he chews, eyes locked on the side of your face.
âSexy? Diosa, you getting baby fever?â
âMore like watching-Javier-Peña-taking-care-of-a-baby fever,â you smirk, Javi giving a soft chuckle before gripping your chair and sliding you closer to him. With the gentlest touch, he cups your chin and kisses you. When it ends, he looks in your eyes, âI love seeing you with her, too.â
âYou sure Iâm doing this right?â you glance at him before looking back down at Olivia in your arms.
On the couch, seated on Javiâs lap, you keep the hold of Olivia the way that Javi had placed her in your arms. In your other hand is her bottle of formula that he had heated up.Â
His arm is curled around your waist as he nods against your shoulder. He reaches out and pushes the bottle a little lower in your hold.  Smiling, you watch as she sucks on the bottle, one of her little hands touching yours and her other reaching up to nothing.
The phone rings on the table next to the couch, and Javi picks it up, âPeña,â he answers automatically, but itâs the exact way he answers his desk phone so it makes you give him a humored look before looking back down at the little girl in your arms.Â
Itâs easy to know itâs Connie from his side of the conversation. You listen as Javi gives a play by play of his care for their daughter so far but you tune him out as you start to imagine this as a possible future for yourself. One that includes the man youâre sitting on.Â
âSo, everythingâs good then?â Connie asks. Â Â
Javi looks at you and presses his mouth briefly to your shoulder before the hand at your waist reaches up to smooth across your temple as he smiles softly at the way youâre looking at Olivia, âItâs perfect.â
His conversation is done shortly after, the phone getting placed back in its cradle when you slowly pull the now empty bottle from Oliviaâs mouth, âOkay, sheâs done, now I have to burp her, right?â you turn to look at him. Javi tucks your hair behind your ear and nods with a gentle grin, âYup,â he takes the empty bottle from your grip and places it next to the phone, âJust hold her up to your shoulder and give her back some gentle pats until she letâs one out.â
It was exactly why he had draped the teddy bear covered towel over your other shoulder before putting her in your arms. As you slowly lift her up, Javiâs large palm hovers behind her body just in case, but you place her just right. As you give gentle pats, you look to him, âIâm not doing it too hard, right? I donât want to hurt her,â you fret.
Javiâs arms snake around your waist, shaking his head, âAmor, youâre doing great.â
When Olivia lets out the cutest burp, you look to Javi excitedly at your achievement.
Javier has Olivia on the changing table as you stand in the doorway, keeping a good few feet away.
âWhy again am I the one doing this when youâre the one who fed her?â he playfully glares at you as he unbuttons her onesie. As the fabric peels away from her diaper, he turns his head with a pained expression.Â
With the most innocent smile you can make, âBecause you love me and youâve been around more babies than I have. I promise though, Iâm watching and learning.â
Javi raises a brow in your direction, âUh huh,â then he turns back to the little girl and peels back her diaper only to get hit with the most unpleasant odor.Â
âFuck!â he exclaims as he turns and presses his nose to his shoulder.Â
You gag as you pinch your nose, the smell so pungent you get a whiff of it too. Slowly, you take a few more steps back. The movement has Javiâs eyes go to you, âOh no, no. Donât you keep getting further. Come here, querida. If you love me, youâll come over here and endure this with me.â
âOkay, now thatâs not fair,â you groan and practically mope into the room and standing next to him where the odor is at its worst and the sight of the brown mess is overwhelming. The fabric of his shirt serves as your mask when you press your nose against it, mumbling against him, âPlease, please take the lead on this.â
Javi presses a kiss to your head, âNo way. Weâre a damn good team, Diosa, so letâs show her that.â
Propping your chin on his shoulder, âI hate that you made that sound cute. What do you need me to do?â You straighten up next to him and look at the baby and her mess.Â
The warmth of his hand circles your wrist and brings it up to hold both of Oliviaâs ankles, âLift her legs up a bit and out of the way and Iâll take care of the rest, mi corazon,â he compromises.Â
âHave I ever told you what a kind man, you are?â you bump his hip gently. He shakes his head with a laugh, âYeah, yeah,â he teases. As you do your part, Javi pulls the soiled diaper out from under Olivia and balls it up before tossing it in the trash. With the most tender touch, he uses several baby wipes to clean her up, which is exactly when she starts to cry. Without prompt, you pout and move closer to look down at her, petting her head as you speak softly to her. When that doesnât work, you give her legs a little wiggle and start speaking more excitedly to her.Â
Javi listens with a loving grin as he continues to take care of her. He dusts her with baby powder and pulls out a clean diaper when he watches you blow a raspberry on the bottom of her feet which sets Olivia off with giggles.
Laughing yourself, âThatâs our girl,â you praise her. Javi pauses as he realizes the way you called her our girl. Whatâs more is the way his heart flutters at it.Â
âHow we doing, mi amado?â you check in with him. It brings Javi back to focus and he nods, âWeâre almost in the clear,â and he skillfully slips the new diaper under her butt and fastens it into place. He rebuttons her onesie and claps his hands, rubbing them together, âHoney, we have a clean baby again.âÂ
You look at her cute face, âYouâre all better, sweetheart. How lucky are you to have such a wonderful TĂo?â you pick her up and settle her against your chest. Looking to Javier, âAnd how lucky am I to have such a wonderful man take on such a mess all by himself?â you laugh, walking back over to him.Â
Javiâs fingers clutch your hip as his hand slides along your jaw. He tilts your face up just enough to slant his mouth over yours.Â
It was together that you played with her on the floor of the apartment before putting her down for the night. You step out of the bedroom first, with Javi gently closing the door as he follows you out.Â
Turning to face him, âWe are a damn good team,â you repeat his earlier words as you slip your arms around his waist. Javi smiles and takes your face in his hands, âTold you,â he presses two quick soft kisses to your lips. His thumbs caress your cheeks as you look into his eyes, âI was thinking since you took care of dinner, itâs only fair I take care of dessert.âÂ
Javi presses his lips to yours in a longer kiss than before, âSo considerate, mi Diosa. Show me, honey.âÂ
Taking a step back, you grip the hem of your tee and pull it up over your head to reveal that youâve been without a bra the entire night. Javierâs eyes grow darker at the sight of your bare chest.Â
âIâll let you do the honors of my bottom half. Thereâs something missing there, too,â you smirk. With an aroused growl, Javi steps forward and picks you up by your waist making you laugh. He walks forward until heâs seating you on the counter, a heated kiss is shared between you as you feel his large hands mold to your breasts, squeezing gently and kneading them.Â
âFuck, amor. You have no idea how hard I am already,â he growls before kissing along your neck.Â
Tilting your head as he nips your sensitive skin, you close your eyes as you breathe, âI better feel for myself,â and you blindly reach down to cup that impressive hard length of him through his jeans. Just feeling it has you grow even wetter between your thighs.Â
His thumbs rub your nipples until they bud and you shiver when the warmth of his mouth covers one of your breasts, the plane of his tongue smoothing along the hard peak. Once he finishes sucking on the one, he shows your other the same love.Â
âJavi, baby, Iâm so wet.  Please,â you beg for any kind of touch down there.  His plush lower lip drags along your collarbone as he trails kisses back to your neck before his lips find yours in a passionate kiss.Â
His hands run up and down your thighs as his tongue slips past your lips. With your arms snaked under his, you gently scratch his back as he licks into your mouth.Â
When his lips barely pull from yours, your noses still settled together, he asks against your lips, âYou need me to take care of you, Diosa? Want me to fuck you right here in our friendâs apartment?â
âYes, baby,â you easily respond, âNeed you touch my pussy so bad,â you give a little whine.
He gives you a bruising kiss before taking a small step back and pulling you forward by your hips until he slides you slowly off the counter. As he slowly crouches, he pulls your leggings down with his descent to reveal your naked bottom underneath. That handsome nose of his presses to your curls as he breathes in deep while he continues to pull your leggings all the way down, taking a tender hold of each ankle to pull them free of the fabric. Â
The warm wet swipe of his tongue against your pink folds has you gasping before heâs looking up at you and gives your thigh a tap, âTurn around and lean on the counter.âÂ
Doing as he asks, you turn and lean on your forearms, excitement buzzing in your veins when you feel him spread your legs a little further apart. Those slightly calloused palms of his smooth from your calves to the back of your thighs and his lips press kisses along your cheeks. When his teeth take a nip, you jerk with a giggle.  It soon turns into a moan when his tongue sinks into your pussy.Â
âOh fuck,â you whimper in pleasure.
The way he slides it through your juicy cunt, moaning against your folds as he devours you has your body erupting in goosebumps and your eyes closing in pure bliss. There are swipes of it as he licks at you in between fucking it into you. You stretch your arm out to grip the furthest edge of the counter as you reach back with your other to grip his hair.  The coolness of the countertop against your naked tits an added sensation. Â
âSo fucking good, Javi,â you praise with a moan, âMore, baby, please.â His hands massage your ass cheeks until you feel him pull them apart and then the warmth of his tongue trails from your pussy to your puckered hole.
âOh! Oh my fucking god!â you jolt, never having experienced this before with any man.  He spends several seconds licking your tight ring before you feel his absence, âHow was that, baby?â that sexy deep voice of his asks from below.
A shudder rocks your body as you fight the urge to shove his head back against you, âSo fucking amazing,â you answer with a heavy breath.Â
Javi smiles, âGood,â and then the familiar warmth is back between your cheeks, except this time you feel two of his fingers penetrate your cunt. With his tongue giving attention to your usually neglected hole paired with his thick fingers fucking you, the only thing you hear is the wet suctioning sounds of his fingers pumping between your legs and the muffled slurping sounds from Javiâs face buried in your ass.Â
Your building orgasm is already so intense that you can only imagine what it will feel like when it crests. As the coil in your belly gets tighter and tighter, you hand in his hair flies to grip the other edge of the counter youâre pressed against.Â
Swallowing in your already dry throat, you manage to find the energy to quickly plead, âI want to cum on your cock, baby. Fuck, Iâm so close, please, give me your cock, Javier.âÂ
He hears your dirty words loud and clear, âFucking hell, amor,â he groans as he quickly pulls his soaked digits from your pussy and stands up. Youâre barely coherent as you hear the metal clinking of his belt being undone and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. He punches a loud moan from your throat when he slams his cock inside of you.Â
âYes!â you cry out, knuckles white from your hard grip as every thrust has your chest sliding against the countertop.Â
Slap, slap, slap, slap fills the kitchen as his naked hips pound against your ass. Javiâs fingers dig into your hips as he yanks you back onto him with each thrust. Every sexy little moan from your mouth spurring him on.
Then without warning, his thumb presses against your puckered hole and the desperate sound of pleasure that you emit has him smiling to himself. Sweat sheens along your body as the added pressure from his thumb has your body truly throbbing with pleasure.Â
âFuck, amor, thatâs so good! Donât stop, donât stop!â you plead as you push up on your hands slightly. You feel him falter only slightly when he leans forward to press a sloppy kiss to your shoulder before heâs straightening back up and continues to slam into you from behind.  Suddenly, his arm is slipping under your chest and he yanks you up to be flush against his chest, hand gripping your breast. The thumb at your ass is moved so his hand can grip your hip as his other hand slips around your body and thumbs at your clit as he continues to punch the air from your lungs with each hit of his cock inside of you.Â
âFuck yes!â you cry out as your hand instantly grips the back of his neck and you press his hand harder against your tit.Â
Javiâs grunts are louder to you now as his nose nuzzles your jaw, âFuck, Diosa. Youâre starting to grip me good. Fucking cum for me. Soak me the way I like it, honey.â
All you can manage is a weak nod as your eyes roll back into your head and your legs start trembling.Â
âFuck,â thrust âCome,â thrust âOn,â thrust âAmorâ thrust.
Itâs his last sharp thrust that pushes you over the edge. As your body quivers in his hold, youâre screaming out in pleasure to the point he has to cover your mouth at the risk of waking up Olivia. It doesnât stop him from continuing to fuck into you with dirty praises until heâs groaning against your ear and filling you up with his spend.Â
The hand between your legs moves to grip your hip as he keeps a hold of you as your body is weak from your orgasm. Panting heavily, you keep your head back against his shoulder as you wait for your body to gain some strength back. Javiâs kisses are warm against your jaw and cheek. You manage to turn your head towards him, where his lips are eagerly on yours in a wet, sloppy kiss that you love. Sliding your hand from his nape to his cheek, you lick inside his mouth as he deepens the kiss.Â
âDessert was delicious, baby,â he mumbles against your lips making you both smile into the kiss.Â
His hands skim your skin as he slides them both up to your chest, gripping your tits. After a few seconds of palming them, he reaches up to take your hand at his cheek and he guides it between your legs. He has you feel where heâs still seated inside you - having you caress your spread lips and the base of his cock, your fingers getting sticky with his cum that has overflowed out, âHave you ever felt anything more perfect together?â he whispers against your lips.Â
When he feels your pussy clench at his question, he hisses deliciously against your mouth before capturing your lips in a deep kiss. When his lips slowly pull from yours, youâre bringing your cum coated fingers to your mouth, seductively sucking them clean in front of him.Â
âMmm,â you hum appreciatively.Â
âMi diosa sucia,â he moans (My dirty goddess).
âPromise to take me home and make me even dirtier?â you run a wet finger along his sharp jawline.Â
This time itâs his cock that twitches inside of you at your question as he growls âSĂâ.
By the time Steve and Connie comes home, youâre re-dressed and sitting on one end of the couch as Javier sits at the other end, the television holding your attention or so it would seem. Your legs may have been draped across his lap mere seconds before you heard their key in the lock.Â
Connie walks in first, âJavi, thanks again for ââ when she spots you, sheâs a little surprised before smiling at your always welcome presence, âHey, donât tell me you missed these two that much,â she jokes as she drops her purse on the counter â in the same spot your tits were pressed against an hour earlier.Â
ââCourse she did,â Steve answers for you, âWho wouldnât miss us? Right, Javi?â
Javi chuckles, âRight. Weâre pretty likeable, Connie.â
âDebatable,â you respond with a grin making Connie laugh, âActually, I was pretty beat after being the only one doing work today and was home when Javi called to pick my brain about any leads. He mentioned he was babysitting so I figured Iâd just come hang with him and the cutest baby in the world.â
The proud parents smile at your compliment of their precious daughter. Connie looks between you, âShe wasnât too much trouble, right?âÂ
âNot at all,â Javi shakes his head.Â
Standing up as you get ready to leave, âShe was so good,â you smile, âHow was your date night?â
Steve grabs a beer from the fridge, popping it open against the counterâs edge where your hip bones were slightly bruised by Javi fucking you against it.Â
Connie smiles and sits down, âReally great. Really needed.âÂ
âGlad you guys had a good time,â Javi nods, standing up too. Nodding, âYou two really deserved it. Well, Connie more than you, Steve.âÂ
Steve sips his beer, âWonât argue with you on that.â
Javi purposefully walks past you to touch your hip as he passes, âWell Oliviaâs been down for about an hour and a half. Weâll get out of here and let you guys enjoy the rest of your night.â
After more thank youâs from the married couple, you and Javi casually leave their apartment. Alone in the hallway, Javi slips his hand around yours, intertwining your fingers and leads the way downstairs with you.
With a promise to keep, he takes you straight to his apartment where you two will definitely be enjoying the rest of your night.Â
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