#javi g fic

[absurdthirst]

What A Difference A Day Makes {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral sex (male receiving), cum play, pregnancy, hormones, mentions of cheating, stalkers, kidnapping, angst, forced c-sections, mentions of murder, medical trauma, childbirth, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex

Comments: Life is fantastic. Your fiancé is incredibly sweet and his writing career has taken off. With a baby on the way, everything is perfect. Until him hiding a small secret from you alters life completely when an unhinged woman kidnaps you to take your baby, and your spot in Javi's life.

🚨🚨DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT - This story contains dark themes of kidnapping, attempted murder, forced c-sections🚨🚨

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You smile as you admire your fiancé. The way the morning sun shines onto his face as he remains asleep. You woke up before him, needing to pee, and you noticed the way his cock is hard, laying on his tummy, and you couldn’t resist. He fucked you last night, leaving both of you to fall asleep naked, but you want more of him. You reach down, pushing the sheet lower so you can wrap your fingers around his cock. He grunts, making you smile, and you lean in to kiss along his neck. He groans, still asleep, and you love how he twitches in your grip.

Javi doesn’t want to wake up but he had to. The most wonderful feeling is wrapping around his cock and he knows what it is without even opening his eyes. “You are insatiable, my love.” He rasps out, his normally soft voice rough with sleep and he turns his head, seeking you out before he even looks at you. The curve of his lips is loving and he is always enchanted with how you look first thing in the morning. “Do you need me to fuck you again?” He asks. “Did I not do it right last night?” He is joking, you had screamed his name and nearly collapsed against him in pleasure but he likes you to admit that you just need him.

“You know you did it right last night.” You tease, kissing his jaw, “I need you again though. It’s the hormones. Have me horny for you all the damn time.” You chuckle softly, continuing to pump his cock. You love how he looks when he just wakes up, hair all over the place.

“Hmmm.” His eyes slip back closed and his head tilts back slightly, exposing his throat and the lines of his neck in pleasure. “Those hormones of yours do keep my cock busy.” He jokes. “Though it was my cock that made your hormones go crazy.”

You giggle, leaning in to kiss along his throat. “That too. It’s like an endless cycle.” You murmur against his skin and you can’t wait any longer. You let go of his cock, giggling when he whines and you straddle him, reaching down to notch him at your cunt so you can sink down onto his cock. “Fuck baby. Always so damn good inside of me.” You moan, placing your hands on his chest. Your bump makes it impossible for you to lean down and kiss him nowadays.

“Bonita.” Javi groans, reaching up to hold onto your thick waist, even thicker now that you are growing his child inside you. Life is perfect for him, the movie with Nic has led to two more movies. The last one, where he met you, was his favorite. It had brought the love of his life to him, a chance meeting on set by one of the actresses led to flirting, to dinner and now - eight months later - to this. “You look so good. Like an angel.”

You look down at him, knowing your hair must be a mess and your bump is huge but he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. You start to move, working your hips up and down so you sink down onto his cock, grinding him deeper inside of you. You��re addicted to him lately, unable to get enough, and it’s frustrating that he has to dedicate time to write his latest script. You’ve been out of work since you got pregnant, Javi insisting that you stay at home, and you’ve been nesting, turning his bachelor pad into a family home perfect for welcoming your son when he is born. “I love you.” You murmur, cupping his cheek and your heart flutters when he turns his head to kiss your palm. You start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips and you are close but you need his hands. “Can you rub my clit, babe? Just need a little more.”

“Whatever you need.” Javi promised, cock twitching deep inside your tight walls as he slides his hand across the roundness of your belly. He loves you like this. The ‘oops’ became his fondest joy when he realized you were not upset. He can take care of you while you are pregnant, he wants to take care of you. To keep you safe. His thumb presses against your soaked clit and he groans. “Someone is needy, amor. Do you want to scream my name again?”

You nod, loving how he expertly touches you, knowing exactly what you need. “Yes. Yes. Always do, my love. You - you are always so good to me.” You pant, rocking down and using his chest as the leverage you need to pick up the pace, his thumb pressing against your clit just right. “Fuck Jav. I - I’m gonna-” You choke as you clamp down on his cock, so easily worked up nowadays due to your pregnancy. Combined with the gorgeous man beneath you, you cry out his name as you cum around his cock.

Javi groans out your name, loving how you fall apart for him, he stops rubbing your clit, just holding his thumb against it while you quake with pleasure. Wanting you to ride it out completely before he moves. “Muy bonita, amor.” He hums, caressing your side.

You love how he’s looking at you and you shift off of his cock. “Want you to cum down my throat for me baby.” You shuffle down the bed between his thighs. You grip his cock, bending down on your knees to take him into your mouth. His groans of protest make you chuckle and you pull off of his cock to look up at him. “How do you wanna cum? Want me to jerk you off? Cum on my tits and bump? Or you want to fuck me?”

He bites his lip, pulling you up off his cock. “I want to cum on your tits and bump.” He confesses, knowing that it will be sexy to you. Since you’ve been pregnant he’s loved painting your skin with his seed. Marking you like he obviously has. He loves seeing you wear his cum. “Please baby, want to see you covered in it.”

You nod, shifting to lay down and he scrambles to kneel between your legs. You reach for his cock after you spit into your hand, pumping his length just how he likes. You love the way he’s looking down at you, his hungry eyes taking in your body. At first, you were worried he wouldn’t like the changes your body has gone through but he loves it, admitting he has discovered a pregnancy kink. “Cum for me Javi. Want you to cum on me.”

He owes you so fucking much. He had been so lonely here. Determined to make it in L.A. and not go back to Spain, he didn’t want to deal with the family business left in shambles. He wasn’t a violent or confrontational person. He just wanted to make movies. Coming here, meeting you, it has been amazing and he doesn’t regret it for a moment. You allow him to explore sexually too, being an amazing lover and not making him feel foolish for his want for affection. “So fucking beautiful.” He groans, brows furrowed and his toes start to curl. “I’m not- I’m gonna cum, baby.” He warns you, just like he always does. Groaning when he feels his balls pull tight and you smirk at him right before his cock explodes, coating your tits with the first hot rope of his cum.

You smile, watching him as more cum coats your tits and down to your bump. His jaw clenched as he cums and you work him through it until he’s gently batting your hand away. You are painted with his seed and you can’t resist swiping your finger through a streak to bring it to your mouth, sucking off the salty essence.

“Fuck, fuck you’re so good to me.” Javi pants, a dopey, happy grin on his face as he tries to catch his breath. It was an amazing wake up call. “Lay back, bonita. I will get the rag to clean you up. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He wants to take care of you, to make sure you have everything you need while you are carrying his child and thankfully, you let him fuss.

“I’m always hungry.” You joke, “and thirsty. Your baby has me craving the Spanish omelet you make.” You bite your lip, watching him shuffle off of the bed to grab a rag for you. 

“I can make you that, amor. You want some tea?” He asks and you nod, heart fluttering when he tenderly cleans you up. He’s so sweet and yet he’s fiercely protective over you, especially since you’ve been pregnant. His popularity has grown exponentially since his second movie and he has fans now, especially since he went on Jimmy Fallon to promote his new movie with Nic. 

“Thank you.” You shift to stand up, waddling slightly since you’re nearly eight months. “I love you.” You murmur, kissing his jaw while you take the rag into the bathroom to put it in the laundry basket. You need to pee and brush your teeth before you get ready for the day.

“I love you too.” Javi grins at you before he turns to grab some boxers to throw on. He can’t remember if the housekeeper is coming today or tomorrow and he doesn’t want a repeat of three months ago when she walked in on him pouring you a bowl of cereal naked. “I will go get started on your tea and omelet, amor.” He calls out, smiling to himself. He can make you breakfast, get you set up and then work for the rest of the morning on his newest movie idea. 

Once you’re dressed, you head into the kitchen to find Javi just finishing up breakfast, and your stomach twists at how hot he looks cooking for you. “Thank you baby.” You kiss him softly when he sits down beside you at the kitchen counter. You take a bite of the omelet, groaning softly and the baby kicks his approval inside of you. When you have a few bites, you grab the mail sitting on the side, going through it and you see your name on an envelope with no address. You frown, opening it to see a piece of paper, blank except for “see you soon x” on it. “Javi. Do you know what this is about?” You don’t like it. A chill running down your spine and your instinct tells you it’s about Javi. Maybe he’s cheating on you.

Javi looks over at the letter and his eyes widen, quickly reaching out and snatching it from your hand. “Nothing, amor.” He stammers slightly. “Just something that I was thinking of. A surprise for you.” He shakes his head and laughs, grabbing the rest of the mail before you can look through it. “They must of been mistaken because I decided not to do it.” His lie is flimsy but he goes with it anyway. “You have your tea, so I need to get to work, okay?” He rushes around the counter and kisses your forehead before speeding out of the kitchen. 

You frown, watching him rush off, and immediately you’re suspicious. You had no reason to think that Javi is cheating on you until now. He’s sweet and kind and everything you have been searching for in L.A that seems impossible to find in most men. He’s handsome and successful and you realize that a lot of women would offer him her body for the chance to step up the ladder in the industry. You’re not stupid but you had hoped Javi wasn’t the type, especially when you’re pregnant. 

You push the omelet away, suddenly not hungry, and decide to go for a drive. You need to get out of the house and think. You scribble a note for Javi to find when he’s come out of his office and after cleaning up, you leave the house, needing to get some air. 

“Shit.” You huff when you see your tank is nearly empty so you drive to the nearest gas station, getting out to fill up when a woman approaches you. “Oh look at you. How far along are you?” She asks and you smile, caressing your bump. “Nearly eight months.” You tell her and her smile turns into a smirk, immediately making your smile fall. “Perfect. It’s time.” She announces and surges forward to push a needle into your neck. Your mouth opens to scream for help but it’s too late when you pass out in her arms.

****

“I am telling you it is a threat!” Javi hisses on the phone, angry that his manager is not taking him seriously. “It doesn’t have a post mark, it had to be from the same woman!” There is a secret that Javi has been keeping from you. There have been a series of disturbing letters being sent to his manager and his offices. Talking about how she loves him and they need to be together. That she is the perfect woman for him. Later expressing her extreme displeasure for learning that he was involved with you. There had been a vaguely threatening and ominous tone to the letters, so Javi hadn’t told you about it. Not wanting you to be stressed while you are carrying his baby. Now she’s putting letters in the box, which means she is close by. “I don’t like this at all!”

“Calm down Javi. It’s probably just someone trying to throw you off your game. We had this happen a few years ago with an actor. He was in line for an Oscar and his damn ‘arch nemesis’ was sending letters to his house and our offices.” His manager practically rolls his eyes at how childish it was. “It will stop. I promise you. It’s just a prank.” His manager assures him. “Now, get back to work. The producers need a new ending asap.”

Blowing out a breath in frustration, Javi disconnects the call and crumples the letter in his hand. He needs to talk to you. Tell you to stay inside and he will get more security around the house. “Amor!” He opens the office door and walks out, looking in the living room for you, normally around this time, you are watching one of your shows that you have been binging. “Amor? Where are you?” He moves through to the kitchen, heart dropping when he sees the note on the counter, “shit!”

Javi immediately rushes back to his phone, calling you, but it goes to voicemail. He tries again, and again, but you don’t answer. He’s panicking now, trying to remember the log in to the location tracking you had opted into, both of you trusting each other so you never check it but it’s good for emergencies. He curses, hating that he can never keep the same password, but eventually he logs in and sees you on the highway, heading out into the desert. He frowns, confused and he tries calling you again. This time, the phone is answered. 

“Hey baby. I wondered when you’d call.” A female voice answers but it’s not you.

Javi’s heart drops into his stomach, pulling his phone away to make sure he hadn’t misdialed but it’s your name on the screen. He says your name cautiously. “Where is she? Let me talk to her please.” He tries to keep his voice neutral, not wanting to upset whoever is on the other end.

“She’s currently asleep right now. Pregnant women need their naps.” She tuts, “don’t worry though. She won’t be a problem for much longer.” 

Javi’s blood runs cold. “What do you mean?” He asks, trying to remain calm. 

“Didn’t you read my notes? I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long. You’re - your writing just speaks to me. I love it. I love you. I want to be with you Javier.”

“I- that sounds interesting.” He murmurs, searching around frantically and he finds his iPad on the kitchen counter and rushes towards it. He will text his manager. “I can meet you, where are you? I always love meeting fans.”

“I don’t want to be just your fan. I want to be your wife. She’s not good enough for you. She doesn’t love you as much as I do. I would die for you, baby. So I’m gonna solve your little problem. I’m gonna get rid of her but…I - I can’t have kids and I desperately want you to be a father so I’m going to cut the baby out of her. Now, I know you’re worried about your son but it’s okay. I’m a nurse. I can figure it out.” She promises Javi, making it clear that this has been planned out.

“Mierda.” Javi’s blood runs cold and he swallows harshly. “No, uh, don’t- I mean, our baby should be born at a hospital, no?” He asks, typing desperately to his manager to call the police now. “I always imagined being there for the birth of my son. I want to - to cut the cord.” He opens the tracking app on your phone and watches as the icon moves on a deserted road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. “Let me be there, for our son.”

She sighs, “I don’t want you to change your mind about us, honey. She needs to be gone. I don’t want her to interfere with our new life. If you want to be here, you can, but only - only if you promise to let me do my job.” 

Javi nods, “I promise. I won’t change my mind. I just want to be there for the baby. Our baby.” He manages to push the words out of his mouth, to say what he needs to say to save you. 

She hums, “fine. I’ll text you an address to meet me at then I can bring you to the house. I have her drugged up so she won’t feel a thing. If anyone is with you though baby, I’ll know and I’ll drive away and they’re dead. Both her and the baby.”

The call disconnects and Javi starts to panic. “Shit! Shit!” His hands shake as he dials his manager. “The crazy bitch has my fiancée!” He shouts as soon as she picks up the phone. “She’s going to cut our baby out of her! She says she wants to be with me. But I can’t - tell me the police are on the way!” He had sent the manager the coordinates and the log in for the tracking app, giving her access to give to the police.

****

You wince, head throbbing as you try to open your eyes. You are on a bed and you groan when you try to sit up. “You’re awake.” 

Your eyes suddenly widen, looking over at the woman from the gas station. “Who the fuck are you?” You ask, heart hammering in your chest. 

“I’m Javier’s wife. Or I will be once I get you out of the picture. He’s gonna be mine and we will raise your baby as ours.” She says, like she isn’t insane. 

“You crazy bitch.” You bark out, shaking your head, “Javi doesn’t even know who you are.” 

She chuckles, almost mockingly, “oh he does. I’ve been sending him notes for months now. Didn’t you get my letter this morning?” She asks, tilting her head and you inhale sharply, remembering the note she sent. You thought Javier was having an affair. Turns out, he was being stalked. 

“I - he wouldn’t want to be with you. He loves me. Our baby.” You retort and she scoffs, “I can’t have kids. He’s used you to get pregnant. So we can have our family.” 

You shake your head, not believing her. You need to get out of her. “I, uh, I need to pee. The baby sits in my bladder.” 

She nods, walking over to unlock your wrist from the handcuff she had attached to the bed. “Any funny business and I’ll just kill you. I can get the baby out before he dies too.” She warns and you swallow down the sob that wants to work its way up your throat. You make your way to the bathroom, peeing while you check for any windows. There aren’t any. “Shit.” You hiss, wondering how you’re gonna get out of here.

***

“Yes, Javi- God I’m so- so sorry.” His manager chokes out, horrified that this is happening. It will put a fucking halt on the screenplay and they are locked into a contract. Plus there’s the not so little issue about Javi’s fiancée and baby. She’s not a heartless monster who only thinks of business. “I told you that-“ The phone beeps and Javi pulls the phone from his ear. 

“Fuck- she’s going to pick me up from the house.” He hisses, looking at the small dot on the map where your phone is. “Fuck, the police need to get there!”

****

You sob, the reality of this situation hitting you and you cover your mouth when she knocks on the door, telling you your time is up. There's no lock on the door so you open it up, stepping out into the house again and she's standing there waiting for you. 

"Come on." She grabs your arm and you don't struggle, knowing you need to be smart. 

"Can I get something to drink? I'm thirsty." You tell her and she shakes her head. 

"No. You can't eat or drink before the surgery." She says and you frown, "surgery?" With a chuckle, she looks over at you, "the c- section silly." 

Your eyes widen and you try to get out of her grip. "No. No. It's - I'm not even eight months. He isn't ready. I - I can't - you can't -" You choke, eyes darting around the room as you try to find an escape. You scream for help, "you can't have my baby. You - you fucking psycho." You shout at her and she shakes her head. 

"I can and I will. I have the equipment to keep him healthy. I've been watching you for months and I'm sick of waiting for my baby. For Javi. I'm impatient and I'm ready to start my life. I was going to kill you that day...the day you had the flat tire. It would've been so easy to kill you but then I watched you find out about the baby. I can't have kids, you see, and I so desperately want Javier to be a father. So here we are." She explains.

"Please don't do this. Please - not the baby." You sob

****

Javi is tearing his hair out, torn between racing to the safe to grab the guns there and driving like a maniac to the blip on the screen to save you himself, and staying put in case she still has you in the car. The police are on the phone with him, the urgency of the situation finally resonating and he’s on FaceTime with his manager and the police. “Hurry.” He chokes out, shaking his head. His phone is gripped in his hand and he presses the button to call your phone again. He needs to make sure you are okay. “Where is she?” He hisses when the phone goes to voicemail. “Are they there yet? What’s taking so long?” He demands frantically, nearly in tears. 

****

The woman, whose name you still don't know, has had enough of your shrieking, and she grabs you, sticking you with a needle again. "Fucking silly bitch." She huffs and decides to go ahead and prep you for surgery. She only has so much time and she doesn't have time to pick Javi up so he can be here. She has to get started. She works fast to prep you, washing herself up and doing what she has witnessed in surgeries she has attended but she's never done this before. Taking the scalpel, she cuts across your belly, eager to get to the baby with zero regard to your health.

****

“Mr. Gutierrez, we are two minutes from the location.” 

Javi barely hears the police officer in charge of keeping him appraised as he paces in the kitchen. “I should have warned her. I should have hired private security.” He had grown lax since he had come to America. In Spain, at his compound, you would have been safe. “GO FASTER!” He screams in frustration, terrified of having you ripped from his life like everything else.

****

The police are at his house and have the body cam footage on their iPad so Javi can see what is happening. The police break the door to get in and the first thing they hear is a baby squawking. “Police!” They shout and walk into the room that’s been used as an impromptu operating room. You’re on a table, cut open and blood is everywhere while she holds a tiny baby in her gloved hands.

“Oh god.” Javi feels like he’s about to throw up. “Help her.” He demands, his voice choking up as tears spill down his face at the violence of the scene in front of him. He’s never liked blood, even in movies, but this is horrific. “Help her!” He wails, collapsing into a torrent of broken and incoherent Spanish as the idea of losing you becomes his stark reality.

The police tell the woman to put the baby down and hold her hands up. She shakes her head, “no! You can’t take my baby from me! He’s mine. My husband will be here soon. Please, listen to me. She stole my husband. She deserves to die.” She says and the police move fast. Careful of the baby in her hands, one officer takes the baby while 3 others restrain her. 

“Get the paramedics in here now.” The officer orders, having had an ambulance on arrival. She is screaming, begging Javi to help her and the paramedics rush in as she is taken away. The baby is carefully carried away for immediate medical care and the other paramedics work on helping you. All while Javi watches helplessly and unable to do anything.

“Please, please help her.” Javi sobs, dropping to his knees in front of the iPad and watches in horror. “Please.” He doesn’t pray but he is praying now for a miracle. “Where-“ he chokes out when the screen shows them swiftly lifting you onto the gurney and immediately starting to roll you out of the room. “Where are you going?” The police officer responds with the hospital they are taking you to and Javi scrambles to get to his keys, needing to meet you there.

When Javi arrives at the hospital, the nurses tell him you are in surgery. The baby is in the NICU for monitoring. “Would you like to see your son?” The nurse offers, trying to calm Javier down after he came sprinting into the hospital. Javi nods, swallowing harshly and his eyes sting from the tears he’s cried. He follows her through the hallways until she opens the door and points to the incubator. “You have a son, congratulations.”

Javi stumbles forwards. Sobbing at the sight of his son covered in tubes and attached in wires. Unable to hold him because he was ripped out of your body in such a cruel way. “Mi hijo.”he murmurs, frowning and shaking his head. It’s not right that you aren’t here, that you aren’t cooing over him. 

“Mr. Gutierrez, what do you want us to put the baby’s name-“ 

Javi shakes his head. “No. We- I won’t name him until she can be there.” He chokes out, remembering how you said you wanted to decide after seeing his sweet face. “He needs to be with her.” He demands suddenly, turning back to the nurse. “As soon as she’s out of surgery. He needs to be in the room with her. Their own private room.”

The nurse nods, knowing that she shouldn’t allow that but you’ve been through enough. Javi reaches into the side to touch his son’s tiny hand and he chokes when the baby grips his finger. He doesn’t know how long he stands there until the doctor finds him. “Mr. Gutierrez, your fiancée is out of surgery. She’s in recovery. She lost a lot of blood so we did a transfusion and she - the woman who cut her - did it too deep and with the wrong tools. We tried to repair but…but in the end we had to perform a hysterectomy. She will not be able to have any more children.”

Javi closes his eyes, Devastated that you have lost the ability to have more kids. It was a joke that you would have ten more. Not that he cared about it as long as you were alive, but he hates that you don’t have the choice anymore. “I want to see her. Now.” He demands when he opens his eyes again. “The baby too. Both of them. I need them together. Please.” He begs the doctor, feeling like he has to be able to have both of you where he can keep an eye on you. He almost lost you at the hands of a madwoman.

The doctor agrees, knowing better than to argue with a man who nearly lost everything. He is escorted to your room, the baby pushed alongside him and situated in the room where you are unconscious still. “They are alive, there is still a long road ahead but they are here.” The nurse reassures him after she checks on you and leaves, letting Javier walk over to you.

“Shit.” Javi drops into the chair beside your bed and picks up your hand, limp in his. “This is my fault, amor.” He moans, hating himself for not protecting you. You are so still and he knows you will be wrecked when you learn what happened. “I should have warned you. I thought she just- she wanted me. They told me it wasn’t unusual to have obsessive fans. That our security we had was enough.”

Javier sits there for another twenty minutes, just silent except for the baby’s oxygen going and your machines beep as you wake up. Blinking and wincing are the harsh hospital lights. “Ja-” You try to croak out his name but your throat is so dry. 

“I’m here, hermosa. I’m here.” He says, inhaling deeply as he stands to hover over you. 

You try to figure out what’s going on, your hands shaky as they find your stomach. It’s now flat and you start to panic, your machines going crazy. “Baby.” You choke out as it comes back to you. The psycho woman and how she was going to cut your baby out of you.

“He’s safe.” Javi rushes out to assure you. “He’s safe, he’s right here!” The machines start to alarm as your pulse and blood pressure sky rocket with anxiety and panic. Alerting the nurses who come pouring into the room and push him out of the way so they can see to you. “I’m here, amor!” Javi promises, looking over their shoulders and trying to catch sight of you as you start to struggle and fight against him. “Our son is safe! You are safe!”

You hear his words and force yourself to calm down, not wanting to be sedated again. You pant, your entire body feels like it’s been hit by a truck and you slump back onto the bed. “Javi.” You call, needing him when the nurses tell you to keep calm, you need to relax. You inhale deeply, gripping Javier’s hand when he comes to stand beside you. “Where is he?” You ask, your heart in agony when you think of your son. 

“He’s here. He’s in an incubator and he’s healthy but they are monitoring him since he’s early. He’s so beautiful, amor. He’s perfect. She didn’t hurt him.” Javier promises and you tilt your head, wanting to see the baby. 

Javi watches you cry as you look over at the baby, his own tears a product of guilt and relief that both of you are okay. “He is here, amor. He won’t be taken from this room. I made them put you together.” The doctors had been understanding and assured him that the baby would be tested here if need be. Javi chokes out a small sound. “I am so sorry, amor. I should have protected you.”

You shake your head, squeezing his hand. "You didn't know." You choke, "how could you - you have known?" You sniff, feeling Javier wipe your tears with his free hand. 

"I - the letter you got this morning...it was from her. I've been receiving them at the office and I - I didn't think she knew where we lived until you opened the one at the house." You stare at him, mouth open in shock that he knew about her to some extent. You let go of his hand, feeling a little betrayed that he didn't tell you.

Javi reaches for your hand again, his heart cracking when you pull away from his touch. “Sweetheart, I didn’t - I didn’t want to worry you.” He rushes out to explain. “You were carrying the baby. They said it was probably nothing, I didn’t want you to worry.” His eyes are pleading with you to understand but you won’t even look at him. “I didn’t know. I just - she was obsessed with me. I didn’t know she would attack you.”

"You didn't tell me, Jav. How - what else haven't you told me?" You choke, wondering if he's been keeping more secrets from you. 

He sits down, inhaling deeply, and he's trying to accept that you will hate him after this next thing. "The doctors...she didn't cut you open properly and they - they tried to fix it but they couldn't so they...they had to give you a hysterectomy." 

You inhale deeply, barely even able to process the news before you burst into tears, sobbing again. That woman has taken so much from you. “Go away.” 

The words freeze Javi’s heart and he immediately starts to tear up again, knowing he’s going to lose you and his son over a woman who he hadn’t even known. “Amor-“ 

“Go away!” You scream through your tears, making his face scrunch up to try to stop the wall of tears that start flooding out of his eyes. “I don’t want you here.” 

Javi lurches out of his chair, unable to say anything and he knows it won’t make any difference. This morning he had woken up with the perfect life and now it’s destroyed. He pushes out of the door and stumbles down the hall to collapse against the hospital wall, sobbing as he sinks down to the ground. 

You sob, mourning the children you can never have and you know, deep down, that Javi couldn't control this woman giving you a botched c-section but he could've told you so you were aware. 

The baby starts to cry and you stop yourself sobbing, pushing yourself to get out of bed despite the absolute agony you are in, barely able to move but you make it to the incubator and look down at your son for the first time. He looks just like his daddy. "Hey, my little love." You coo, tears still running down your cheeks as you reach in to caress his tiny hand, sobbing when he grabs your finger. You wish Javi was here but he's gone and you don't know if he will come back. You shouldn't have sent him away but you need time to process.

Javi sits outside the door, broken but unable to leave the hospital. He can’t, he can’t leave you. Not after everything that happened. He knows you are inside that room, safe with his son. Tears dried, and he could do nothing but just sit on the floor, staring at the door to your room in hollow eyed agony. He’s fucked up more than he ever had before and you hate him.

You sit there staring at your son for as long as you can until the nurses come in to offer you food and check on you and the baby. The doctor comes in and tells you that tomorrow they will take the baby off of oxygen to see how he does. If he’s breathing on his own, you can hold him. “What do you want to name him?” She asks and you bite your lip. 

“I was going to name him with Javi. We were going to decide together.” 

The nurse comes over to you and lays her hand on your shoulder, “he’s been sitting outside for hours. He hasn’t left you.” She announces and your heart flutters, knowing he could’ve gone home. 

“Can you send him in?” You ask and she nods. The medical staff leave you and you watch as the door opens, Javi standing in the doorway. 

“Hi.” He murmurs and you pat the spot beside you on the bed. 

“Come here. We need to name our son.”

Javi slowly moves over towards the two of you. His eyes fluttering between you and the baby, longing so deep in his eyes. Gently sitting down, he tucks his hands together between his thighs and looks over at you hesitantly. “What do you want to name him, am-“ He stops himself from calling you ‘amor’, sure that you don’t want that. You are angry at him and you have every right to be. You almost died because of him.

You had discussed some names but decided to wait. You thought you’d have another six weeks to decide. “I…I know we discussed the name Nicolas. After Nic. I think it suits him. Plus, his entry into the world was like a goddamn horror movie. Nicolas…Alejandro…after your grandfather?” You suggest, looking at Javier. His maternal grandfather was his favorite, shaking his love of cinema. You are still grieving the loss of your future children but you can’t fully blame Javier, he was doing what he thought was best.

If it had been any other time, Javi would have lit up at naming his son after his favorite actor. But he can’t muster the energy, too heartbroken. “If that is what you wish to name him.” He agrees softly, looking at the baby as he sleeps inside the incubator and wishes he could hold him. “It is your choice.” Javi can be a bit morose at times and right now he is spiraling inside, only able to ground himself by looking at his son.

“Javi.” You murmur and he doesn’t look at you. “Javi, look at me.” You request and he turns his head to meet your eyes, his are full of guilt and sorrow. “Please…I can’t - I’ve already lost so much. I don’t want to lose you too. I love you Javi. Did you mess up by not telling me? Yes. Did you make that psycho kidnap me and give me a botched c-section? No. You didn’t directly cause this and I- I’m gonna be hard to handle through the coming weeks as I process this. I’m still in shock to be honest, but please don’t make me go through it alone. Don’t let her win. I love you, even after everything, I still love you. I can’t lose you too. Our son needs you. I need you.”

“I would never leave you.” Javi’s voice wavers slightly and he blinks back a new set of tears. “I- I don’t - I thought I was going to lose you. Terrified of it. And then you-“ he shakes his head, knowing that it won’t do any good to blame you when you had told him to go. “I would never leave you.” He reiterates, his voice firmer.

You reach for his hand, squeezing it and you lean in to press your forehead against his. “I love you Javier, always have, always will. I’m so sorry I can’t give you the big family you wanted.” You choke, tears stinging in your eyes.

“I don’t care.” Javi promises you, reaching up and wiping away your tears as they spill over your lashes. “If you ever wanted to expand our family beyond our son, we could look into it.” He would never be opposed to that, “but I will be happy to just have you and Nicolas for the rest of my life.”

You lean in to press your lips to his, soft but loving, and you know the weeks ahead are going to be hard but you can do it if you have him beside you. Javier and Nicolas are all you care about right now. Your perfect morning turned into a nightmare but you still have the man you love and your baby. The future is going to be bright, you’ll make damn sure it is. You won’t let that psycho win.

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To say that Javi hadn’t slept is an understatement. Propped up on his elbow, he watches your stead breathe as you still get your rest. Eyes soft with love and protective as your brow creases slightly. He can only hope you aren’t dreaming right now, the nightmares always get bad leading up today. Leaning in, he drops a soft kiss on your shoulder and the sunlight starts to filter in from the curtains.

You wake with a gasp, sensing Javier’s kiss on your shoulder, and you smile when you see him looking down at you. “Morning baby, did you sleep?” Your smile turns into a frown when you see the dark circles under his eyes and you trace them softly until he grabs your hand and gently kisses your fingertips. 

“I was watching you sleep.” He admits and you slide your hand down his chest. 

“That’s not creepy.” You joke, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “I didn’t have any nightmares.” You reveal, relieved that you didn’t dream about the night Nicolas was cruelly brought into this world. Therapy has been a great tool for you to process, even three years later.

“That’s good, amor.” Javi ducks his head down to press his lips against yours softly. “I wanted to be awake if you needed me.” He admits, slowly winding his arms around your sleep-warm body and pulls you closer. “I also checked on Nicolas every hour.” He admits, knowing that his need to protect you may border on obsession. He had moved you from the house that anyone had known and put you up in a home that had a secure wall around it for his own peace of mind.

You smile, kissing him again. He makes you feel so protected, maybe overly so, but since that night, you and Nicolas have been under the security of Javier. Especially since he’s become even more well known for his screenplays. “My protective husband.” You coo, kissing his jaw, “Nicolas won’t be up for another hour. I need you baby.”

“Are you sure?” Javi pulls back and looks into your eyes seriously. You had been ashamed of your scars for a long time, despite Javi assuring you that he found you as sexy as he always had. Leaving the decision to try to have them fixed up to you. But he always wants to make sure you don’t feel like he’s pressuring you. “We don’t have to, amor.”

“Yes. I’m sure.” You’ve been working through it with your therapist and you decided to not have the scars fixed. They are a reminder of what you went through and you know Javier loves you, you have slept with him, of course you have, since that night but it’s mainly been when you’ve got a dress or shirt on. You haven’t let him see you without the scars covered and you want to change that.

Javi moves, turning away and climbing out of the bed to remove his boxers. Since Nicolas, both of you have started sleeping in clothes and he never wants you to feel like you’re doing something wrong by wearing a nightgown. “I will make you feel good, amor.” He promises, sliding back into bed and shuffling under the covers so he can work his way between your thighs to eat your cunt in the dark.

“No. I want to see you.” You tell him, pushing the covers down. You bring his hands to grip the edge of your nightgown. 

“Are you sure, amor?” He asks, frowning, and you nod. “I’m sure. I want to do this. I need to do this. I want you to see all of me.” You insist, heart pounding in your chest.

Javi nods, smiling up at you before he starts to kiss his way down your body, paying special attention to the scars that had both given him Nicolas and nearly taken you from him. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, tears stinging your eyes when he presses kisses all along the scarred skin. “Javi.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as you fall even deeper in love with him in that moment, the way he just accepts you completely.

“So impatient.” He teases, grinning up at you even though he knows you aren’t pushing him to move on. He kisses down your stomach and the top of your mound. “Spread your legs wider, bonita.” He urges you. “I want to see the gorgeous cunt I get to eat.”

You oblige, spreading your legs wider, and his groan sends a shiver up your spine. You haven’t let him see you during the daylight for so long. To look down and see his hungry gaze…it already has you on edge. You whimper when his breath fans over your cunt and you moan his name when his tongue slides through your folds. “Oh shit, my love. That - that feels good.”

Javi is ravenous. Loving that he gets to see you, all of you, while he eats you out. One hand reaches up, squeezing your breast gently while the other tangles his fingers with yours, holding onto your hand. This is what he needs, what you need today. A reminder that you are here, Nicolas is safe and that woman will never touch you again. He flicks his tongue over your clit and sucks it into his mouth, watching your expressions as you get closer.

“Oh fuck, baby.” You pant, “always so good to me.” You squeeze his hand, closing your eyes and tilting your head into the pillow as his tongue lathes over your clit, sensing how close you are. You pant, thighs starting to shake when he sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help but cum with a soft cry of his name.

He moans into your flesh, loving how you are still so responsive to him. Working you through your pleasure with gradually softening sucks and then languid licks so that he doesn’t miss a drop of your juices. Smirking proudly to himself as your chest heaves. “Good, amor?” He asks, kissing your clit gently before turning his head and kissing one thigh and then the other. 

“Always so good. Come here baby. Want you inside of me.” You reach for him to drag him up your body. He obliges, shifting to hover over you and you reach between you to stroke his cock while his lips press against yours. “I love you.” You murmur, stroking his cock and he shifts to position himself between your thighs.

Javi pauses, giving you a soft smile and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. “I love you, bonita.” He coos as he rolls his hips forward and sinks into you until he is bottomed out and groaning your name.

You gasp when he pushes deep, never getting tired of how he feels inside of you. You whimper and caress his shoulders, letting him take a moment until he starts moving inside of you. “Baby. I- fuck - you feel so good. Always so good. Ever since the first time.” You tilt your head up to kiss along his jaw.

Javi groans, lowering himself to your body and holds you close. “I love you baby. So fucking much.” He turns his head and presses his lips to yours. “You feel amazing, like heaven.” He promises, slowly starting to roll his hips, wanting to stay as close to you as possible.

There’s no rush. Nicolas won’t be up yet and you love how Javier feels inside of you. Taking his time to roll his hips just right and you love the skin to skin contact. Wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, you kiss along his jaw. God knows what you did to have a man like this love you, no matter what. He adjusts his hips and you moan softly, enjoying the way he grinds against your clit.

“Still so beautiful.” Javi murmurs, rocking his hips. He kisses along your jaw, wanting to draw this out and make you feel like the goddess you are. You are everything to him. Even more now that you were when you were carrying Nicolas. “All mine. My bonita esposa.” You hadn’t gotten married yet but he feels like you are. He’s in it forever.

Hearing him call you his wife, even though it’s not official, sends you over the edge. He grinds into you just right and you pant out his name as you cum, clamping down around his cock. Nails digging into his arms as you cling to him, shaking beneath him.

Javi moans, loving how you squeeze him tight. His pace picks up, rocking his hips faster as he fucks you through it. Chasing his own release and he starts scattering kisses across your lips and down your neck. “Te amo, te amo.” He whines, thinking of nothing but you before he finally stiffens and pushes deep, painting your walls with his seed.

Like he said, it’s heaven. The soft morning light comes through your curtains and you breathe Javier in, enjoying the way he pants to catch his breath. “So good, my love. I love you. Love you so much.” You declare breathily, knowing today, you will both need to reassure each other as you always do when you remember what happened.

Javi smiles against your lip. “Always, mi amor.” He promises you. He nearly lost you three years ago and it’s something that he’s vowed will never happen again. You and Nicolas, you are all that matters. He honestly knows now why Nic was willing to do anything to keep his family safe.

[atinylittlepain]

Play - A Javi Gutierrez Story

javi g x f!reader

it's not that kind of play, honey.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t)

a/n | I'm back with another addition to the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign! If you don't know what I'm talking about, where the hell have you been? Just kidding, but fr, go check out the work of @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @jksprincess10 and @serenaxpedro they've all got some awesome fics out for this campaign!

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“This play, it is a very strange one, no? Oh! Is it one of those– what is it called– interactive performances?” Is this guy for real? It would be amusing if it wasn’t messing up her flow of clients, having to deal with this bright-eyed man with the softest hair she’s ever seen, who has clearly walked into Pandora’s with no clue of what the club is.

“Hon, I’m not sure where you got that idea. But this isn’t a play.” His brow furrows at that, perfect confusion at what she says.

“But the sign outside? I tell you, I enjoy a good pun. If this isn’t a play, what is it?” It clicks in her mind all at once. Pandora’s: Come in and play a while. She has to let out a laugh when she realizes exactly where the man got the idea from.

“Oh, honey. It’s not that kind of play. This is a BDSM club.”

“Oh, oh.” His whole face goes slack with realization, sun-kissed skin going a pretty shade of pink as he swallows harshly.

“I am so sorry. I am, ah, feeling a bit foolish, I have to admit. But I will get out of your hair now, I– my apologies.” So sweet, so polite, and so flustered, she can’t help herself when she brings a hand to his shoulder to keep him from turning and hurrying out the door.

“You could do that, or I could show you just what kind of play we offer here at Pandora’s.” The man opens and closes his mouth a few times, cheeks tinging from pink to a furious flush, and she knows right then that she’s got him for the night. 

“Why don’t you follow me, honey? I’ll show you the ropes, and then you can decide if you’d like to leave. Sound good?” He nods, a quick jerky thing that makes his lovely curls bounce.

“Is there– are there going to be actual ropes?” 

“There can be– if you ask nicely, of course.”

…

Tilting her head over his shoulder, she smiles, getting to see his name for the first time, signed on the dotted line of the club’s waiver.

“Hmm, it’s nice to officially meet you, Javi. You can call me Molly, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” She takes the paperwork from his hands, making a point of letting her hands brush his, reveling in the way his throat dips and bobs with the contact. So responsive, this is going to be fun. Setting the paperwork down on the chest of drawers, she gets to work collecting the tools she needs for the night, speaking to him over her shoulder as she does.

“Though I’ll be the one in power, you’re the client, honey, which means you have the real control. I’m gonna need you to use your words with me, tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, do you understand?” 

“Yes, miss, I understand.” She feels her brow quirk at his choice of words, now standing in front of him with her arms full of goods.

“Miss, I like that, honey. It’s cute. Now, will you get undressed for me, Javi? I’d love to see a bit more of you.” He nods, a lopsided smile on his face as he starts to work through the buttons of his shirt while she lays her toys out on the bed next to him. Quick and eager, he’s left in his briefs in no time flat, a bit breathless under her gaze. He’s pretty, golden skin, strong thighs, and an adorably soft belly that she’d like to sink her teeth into.

“Could I see more of you as well, please?” 

“Well since you asked so politely, why don’t you do it for me, darling?” She steps between his thighs, his eyes widening, lips parted as she guides his hands to her hips. Tentatively, he moves one hand up to her cleavage, where the zipper running down her dress lies, slowly tugging it down to reveal her body to him. 

“You are– a very beautiful woman.” He says it so solemnly, his eyes raking over her body once she’s slipped her dress entirely off, and she can’t help but laugh at the very serious look on his face, tucking her fingers under his chin to tilt his gaze up to hers.

“That’s sweet of you to say, darling, thank you. Are you ready to lay back for me so we can get started?” He’s very compliant, she’ll give him that, humming an mmhmm as he shifts back onto the sheets, laying out for her as she starts to unravel her set of silk ties. 

“Now remember, Javi. I need you speaking to me, telling me what you like and what you don’t. What you say goes, honey.” His eyes are trained on her hands as she holds the tie out between them, giving it a few snaps as she comes to kneel between his thighs on the bed.

“I will do my best to, as you say, tell you what I am liking and what I am not. Though if it is you who is doing it, I imagine I will like most things.” The flush in his cheeks has creeped down to bloom over his chest, a smile that could only be described as bashful crinkling his eyes as he looks at her, a vision that she can’t help but want to corrupt, just a little. She crawls further up the bed, shifting into a straddle at his hips, hovering over the very obvious bulge in his briefs as she leans over him, tie in hands.

“Do you still want this, Javi?” She trails the end of the silk tie over his chest, letting it drag against his nipples, his inhale catching at the sensation.

“Yes, miss, I– I would like what we discussed.” She grins, bringing the tie to settle flat over his eyes, quietly directing him to lift his head up so she can tie it in the back, smoothing her fingers over it once he settles back down, blindfolded and sighing.

“I saw this in a movie once. I thought it to be very intriguing. But I have not had a chance to try it myself until now.” There it is again, that sweet smile of his, and an amusing wag of his eyebrows as she sits back in his lap to take in the sight of him.

“Well in that case, honey, I expect a full report when I’m done with you.” She makes quick work with the other two ties, pressing a kiss to each of his wrists once she’s bound them to the posts of the bed, his pulse jumping against her lips. Moving again to kneel between his spread thighs, she has to pause for a moment, he’s such a vision, his arms framed overhead, black silk blinding his eyes, lips parted in silent puffs of breath. And then, she gets to work.

She starts light, a barely there graze of her fingernails down his chest, over the swell of his belly, grinning at the way his muscles clench and jump at the sensation, before letting her fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs.

“I’m going to take these off, darling. Is that ok?” Back and forth, back and forth, she lets her nails graze along the soft skin hidden beneath his briefs, waiting for his answer.

“Yes, miss– I would, um, like that very much.” She rewards him with a kiss, just below his navel and he responds in kind with a sharp inhale, biting his lip as she finally tugs his briefs down and off his legs. 

“Oh, honey, you’re pretty all over, aren’t you?” She likes the laugh that draws out of him, a nervous little thing that fizzles out in his throat when she skates her fingers over the underside of his flushed cock, the muscles in his thighs tensing. She rests her palm over his belly, drawing reassuring circles there as her other hand dips down to cup his balls.

“Just relax, Javi. I’m going to make you feel very, very good.” A broken sound cracks in his chest when she lets her breath fan over his cock, warbling into a groan when she darts her tongue out to lap at his leaking tip. She takes him into the heat of her mouth only once, slipping him down until the head of his cock grazes the back of her throat before promptly popping off of him and pulling away entirely, his wrists tugging petulantly at his restraints in response.

“Patience, darling, the waiting is what makes it so good.” She presses an open mouth kiss to the jut of his hip, lips dragging over his pelvis, just shy of his throbbing length as she lets her teeth nip at the soft pudge of his tummy, enjoying the breathy yelp he lets out when she bites down just a touch harder. He’s getting more impatient as she continues to tease him, her lips pressing everywhere except for where he really wants her, letting out little huffs with each new kiss, each new bite.

“You are a little bit evil, but I think I like it, patrona.” She finds herself smiling against the inside of his thigh where she had just laid another nip, taking in his words with pride.

“Patrona, what does that mean?” 

“It is like a boss. That is what you are, no? The boss of this establishment, and of men, I think.” 

“Mm, you got that right, honey.” Always a sucker for flattery, she decides that he’s had enough teasing, licking a hot stripe up his cock with little preamble, his thighs going rigid as he lets out a hiss between his teeth. 

“Oh, that is– hah– that is very good.” She finds an easy rhythm, bobbing up and down his length, pulling off in between to lick at the head of his cock, one hand cupping and rolling his balls, getting him nice and pliant under her touch. Pleased with the slackened state she’s worked him into, moans rolling through his chest, muscles loose and melting into the sheets, she pulls away to grab her bottle of lube, snickering at the way his head lifts off the pillow like he’s trying to see why she stopped.

“Don’t worry, honey, just gonna start getting you ready for me.” With a smear of lube warmed up in her palms, she gets her hands back on him, slicking down the length of his cock, over his balls, and letting her fingers slip lower as his hips buck up at the new sensation.

“Fuck, I like that– feels so different, so good, patrona.” She spreads him open on her finger, gently pumping in and out as he keens into her touch, a long sigh thrumming in his throat when she adds another finger.

“Look at you, pretty boy, doing so so good for me.” Oh, he likes that, his neck arching with a moan as she continues to fuck him on her fingers, her other hand sliding up and down his cock, thumb passing over his leaking slit each time.

“Aye, patrona, por favor. I– I want more, please.” He tugs limply at his restraints, the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging with the movement, his brow furrowed somewhere between pleasure and prayer.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, darling?” She punctuates her question with another flick of her wrist over his cock and a thrust of her fingers, making him let out a whine that she’d like to hear more of.

“Sí, sí, patrona, I want it very badly. I’m ready, I swear.” She shushes his pleas with a kiss to his belly, his hips jolting when she removes both her hands from him, slipping off the bed to put on her strap.

“May I– I would like to see you for this part, patrona.” She has to smile at that, tightening the harness around her hips before crawling back onto the bed, happy to shrug Javi out of his blindfold, a shy smile on his lips when his eyes meet hers. He didn’t ask for it, but she undoes his wrists as well, and he sighs in relief, flexing his hands a few times as she settles between his thighs, coaxing his knees to bend around her.

“Need your hips up just a little bit, honey, there you go. Gonna give it to you nice and gentle.” She does just that, one hand planted in the sheets, the other guiding her strap forward as she presses into him, slow and smooth. 

“Fuck, you are wonderful, patrona. I–I feel so good.” She’s been called many things by her clients, but this might be a first for wonderful, the praise coaxing her hips into a faster, deeper rhythm that makes him writhe beneath her. His eyes don’t leave her body, trailing from the arc of her hips to the bounce of her breasts with each thrust, up to her face, surprising her with the delicate way he brings his hand to cup her cheek. It’s just a bit too tender for her taste, and she’s quick to throw him off his game, bringing her hand to stroke his cock as she starts to fuck him harder, rendering him speechless and slack beneath her.

“That’s it, Javi, just let it feel good. Are you gonna come for me, darling? Gonna let me have it?” 

“Sí, mami, por favor.” She doesn’t have to ask for a translation to know what that means. A few more fluid strokes of her hips is all it takes to unravel him, his come smearing over her fist as she strokes him through it. When he starts to whimper at the sensation, she finally pulls away, jumping into aftercare mode as she grabs him a towel and a bottle of water in one hand, and her handy credit-card reader in the other.

“Here you go, darling, take your time getting cleaned up.” She coaxes him to sit up, getting a few sips of water out of him as he catches his breath, though there’s a weird look in his eyes that she can’t quite place.

“You are an amazing woman.” Oh boy. She smiles, trying to laugh off the intensity of his compliment, though he does that same move again, cupping her cheek, his eyes painfully earnest when she looks at him.

“I would like to buy you an island.” The laugh she lets out at that is genuine, though it fizzles out when she realizes he is dead serious, eyes wide and seeking, his lips quirked in that little dopey smile of his.

“No islands necessary, hot stuff. Just the flat fee of three hundred for the hour will do.” She holds out the card reader between them to make her point, his eyes glancing at it, though he seems unconvinced.

“After the way you just made me feel, it would be an insult to repay you with mere money. Tell me what you want, patrona, and it is yours, I swear it.” She must have gotten him good and fucked out for him to be talking like this, his pupils still blown out as he speaks, cock softening against his thigh.

“Oh, honey, you’re sweet, really. But it’s all just in a night’s work. I want my clients satisfied and my sessions paid for, that’s all.” 

“Can I pay to have you for the rest of the night at least, por favor?” That’s more like it.

“Now that is something we could make work. Cash or credit, darling?” 

[thetriumphantpanda]

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Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Word Count | 657

The ocean was calm as you looked out at it, the low evening sun casting a mixture of orange and pink across it. Even when the waves broke below you it was calm, the warm evening breeze doing nothing to cool your hot skin. 

“You look beautiful in the sunset.” Javi mused, his hand rested at your back, he’d just filled up your champagne glass with more liquid which was pooling delightfully in your stomach. 

Javi Gutierrez was not your usual type. Sure, he was handsome and absolutely loaded with money, but he was soft and gentle and a little withdrawn. That was until you’d asked him about his favourite film, and he’d launched off about all sorts, talking with his hands with his face lighting up like you’d given him the world. 

As first dates went it had been nice enough. He’d insisted on dinner at his lavish home, you’d sat out on the terrace as a waiter brought a full three courses from the kitchen. You’d drank far too much champagne to be sensible so had said yes when he asked if you wanted to try shooting. It had gone as well as could have been expected, with shots ringing off into the water and the two of you laughing with a promise that Javi would try and teach you if you wanted to come back. You’d been here hours, longer than you’d ever usually spend with someone on a first date and the closest he’d gotten to kissing you was to hold your hand as he watched you eat your dessert. 

You turned to him and smiled, his shirt was a dark orange colour, loose-fitting with short sleeves and a frankly obscene number of buttons undone, showing off a fair bit of his golden chest, which you couldn’t help but focus on now the champagne was doing most of the talking for you. 

“So do you.” You’d replied with a smile, watching as a soft blush creeped onto his face. 

“I’ve had a really lovely evening with you,” He spoke, putting a bit more pressure on your back, “I hope I’ll be able to see you again?” There was a hopeful look in his eyes that you couldn’t bear to break, and you found yourself not wanting to. 

“Of course, you promised to teach me how to shoot after all.” 

He smiled and for a second you thought this would be the moment he kissed you, but instead he picked up his glass of champagne and drank. 

“You can kiss me, you know?” 

His head snapped to look at you, his body turning so he was leant against the wall on one elbow. 

“You’d like me to kiss you?” He asked, those puppy-dog eyes you’d fallen for right at the start boring holes into your soul. 

“Yes Javi, in fact if you don’t I think I might die.” 

He smiled at you, shuffling himself closer before cupping your face in his hands and doing just that. He pressed his lips to yours softly and you melted, letting your hands come up to rest on his biceps as you moving to press your body into him. His scent was overwhelming, masculine and sweet and fruity all at the same time, you made a mental note to find out what cologne he wore because you were going to always need this in your senses, even when he wasn’t there. 

You opened your mouth against his, feeling as he did the same and then his tongue was on yours, molding into one as they tangled together. You could taste the champagne and the fruity ice cream from earlier in his mouth which made your tongue more urgent, wanting to soak up everything you could about this man. 

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours as you let out a breathless sigh, “Would you like to go inside?” He asked. 

“Only if inside means to your bedroom.” 

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what if you're at a fancy party with Javi G (hosted by him or not) and you look so hot he can't wait, so he pulls you to the closest place he can reasonably have you. maybe he's unusually urgent and sloppy, maybe he doesn't even pull his pants all the way down

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog for porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

This is a smutty drabble, public sex, Javi being dirty talking you as he fucks you. IT's smut Minors DNI 18+

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Wordcount: 623

All Over You

Little (long) drabble for this, I hope you enjoy it!

All night Javi has been all over you.

You’d put on that tight black dress he loves, the one with the slit in the thigh, the cut out in the back meaning he could trail his fingers over your skin and dip them just below the cut out and feel the swell of your ass. You’d kept your poker face the whole evening, talking to producers and other big wigs in Hollywood while you watched Javi become more and more impatient.

Now you’re pressed against the wall of the cloakroom, face hot, panties around your ankles as Javi whines behind you, your dress bunched up, his angry, throbbing tip already notched at your entrance.

“Fuck hermosa, you’re too fucking much.” Javi growls as he nips at your ear, you moan into his hand, you can hear the party going on close by, occasionally people walk past and you have to force yourself not to scream at the depravity of it all. You’re drenched already, writhing in his grip as you silently beg him to fuck you already.

“Strutting around in this sexy outfit, laughing at all my terrible jokes, palming me under the table, it was too much mi vida.” He pants into your ear as he pushes the tip into you. You moan, eyes rolling back at the stretch, Javi usually gets you off first, but he’s incensed. Something about the way you look tonight made him selfish.

And you fucking love it.

“Sorry baby, I just can’t wait,” He moans softly as he bottoms out in you. You barely have time to think as he fucks into you at pace, his thrusts sloppy, desperate as he pinches your nipple through the tight fabric of your dress, “So fucking hot, such a fucking tease.”

“Love it when you’re needy Javi, makes me feel so good.” You whimper, his hand slipping from your mouth just enough for you to speak.

“I know, you just love getting me so hot I can’t think, such a bad girl.” He growls into your neck, his hot, wet mouth sucking fervently over your pulse point as the sloppy, wet sounds of his hips snapping against your ass cheeks make you weak.

“Touch yourself, want your tight little pussy milk me dry bebita.” He licks a long stripe up your neck, making you mewl and squirm back against him, fingers frantic on your clit as you feel your release building. The wet sound of your dripping cunt loud in the small space.

“Harder Javi, harder!” You groan, no longer caring if anyone else could hear you. You buck back to meet his thrusts as you cry out, pleasure streaking down your body, heat blossoming in your cunt as you clench hard around his cock.

Javi grunts low as he fucks you hard, fingertips digging into your ass through your dress as he snaps his hips into you once more, rocking your overstimulated body as he comes, painting your walls with his thick spend.

You squirm as he pulls out, quickly tucking himself back into his pants, he kneels to pull your lacy panties back into place before pressing a tender kiss to your clothed cunt. You shiver and pull him up to kiss you, it’s a slow dance, punctuated with heavy panting and soft giggles as you realise the whole damn party probably heard you.

“Let them hear us, mi vida, let them know you’re all mine.” He says as he kisses you once more, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other pinning your hips to his.

“All mine.” You whisper softly as you press your forehead against his. Moments like this are rare, you’re both usually so composed in public, but you treasure them all the same. Just like that first night in the pool.

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Pedro Pascal's characters going to the beach (headcanons)

Oberryl Martel

If he could he would go to the nudist beach. There's no one nearby, so you end up at a go-to spot for many people in your area.

There are a lot of attractions, a volleyball field being the one that especially catches his attention. He spends a significant time there, showing off his skills. You don't complain and just observe his muscles stretching and glistening in the sun. 

Once he's done he tries to encourage you to go into the sea. You are too comfortable to leave your place in the shade. Your excuses are not enough for him. He just picks you up, like you weigh nothing, and carries you towards the water.

Once your bodies are covered by the sea it's like the rest of the world has disappeared. His hands hold you close and carres your skin, moving swiftly like waves. Dry from the sun lips meet your neck, ignoring the salty taste. In the heat of the moment, he tries to untie the top of your bikini. You're so far from the land that technically nobody would see that act. As much as you want this you don't want him to start something he can't finish.  

Javier Peña

It’s very hard to make him take a break, so convincing him to go on a one-day vacation is a hell of a task. Knowing him well enough you propose a beach trip during sex. He’s buried inside of you, most of the blood left his head and traveled down, so he doesn’t even realize when he agrees to your idea.

Of course later, when you close the car door, he’s not even close to being joyful. In the beginning, the only thing that is convincing him to put his feet in the sand is a beach bar.

He has trouble relaxing. There’s a part of him that looks around the beach searching for possible dangers or faces he has pinned on a corkboard at work. It's a habit he can't get rid of.

When the drinks start to kick in he slowly notices the beauty that makes you fall in love with this place. He might not jump over waves with you or have a sand castle-building competition but will watch you (and your bikini that leaves little to the imagination) with eagerness. And no, his sunglasses do not manage to hide his focused stare.

At the end of the day, once the sun sets and the lamps in the local bar start glowing golden light, he might take you for a goodbye drink. Maybe there’s salsa or bachata music playing and some couples are swaying their bodies on the dancefloor. You look at them, amazed by the movements. It would take just one of your beautiful smiles to convince him for a slow, yet sensual dance. There's no need to ask. He quickly finishes his whisky and takes your hand. Leading you to the corner of the dance floor, where you hide from most of the stares.

Francisco Morales

He usually goes to the beach with his daughter, so from a trip like this we would expect sandcastle building, ice cream eating, and playing in the sea. But when he comes here with you, it's a completely different experience.

Life has been hard lately, for both of you, so you want to make this the most relaxing day you can.

You've brought a blanket, sun umbrella, and even some pillows to lay comfortably on the sand. Both of you took a book to enjoy, in the end only you've managed to read some pages.

Frankie has fallen asleep on the blanket no longer than 5 minutes after you've applied sunscreen to his back. It's adorable how his quiet snores kind of match the waves. You don't mind it, all you can care about is the fact that he's getting some peace.

Eventually, you stay longer than you intended to, mostly because you didn't have the heart to wake Frankie up from his nap. Some seagulls flying over your shared blanket did the job for you.

Together you pack everything and head towards the car. While walking Frankie apologizes thousands of times for falling asleep on your day off and promises a redo. Maybe with the guys so you'd have company if the waves put him to sleep again.

You start a car and head towards the now orange sky. His hand draws small circles on your tight, slowly massaging skin exhausted from the sun. To your slight disappointment, the movement stops halfway home. You look over at him. His eyelids once again closed. A relaxed impression on his face.

Javi Guttieres

Since it's part of his castle of a home, you two spend a lot of time at the beach. The sun loungers always wait for the two of you and are used for different things.

If the morning sun or responsibilities don't wake you up before noon, that's your go-to place for a romantic bunch. Evenings are spent sharing a sun lounger and cuddling while watching the sunset. It's a little bit uncomfortable, but this tradition is too important for you to get rid of.

After Javi's success in the movie industry, the sun loggers started functioning as his office. He finds that he writes the best scenes there. Especially when his muse is sitting right next to him. Sea's water droplets glistening on her body and her smile outshning the sun.

Din Djarin

There are so many beautiful beaches in the universe but the ones that you love the most are secluded ones. Just like the one you are right now.

Grogu and Din are in your see sight, running on the sand. The color of it is so white that when the sun is shining bright in its glory, there's an impression that you can see through it. Maybe that's why Din stopped here. So he knows you are safe.

The transparency of the sand also brings a lot of joy to the child who easily can find rocks and sea shells. After an hour or so of collecting those little treasures, they bring them back to you.

Din usually is very skeptical of the waters, and what dangers might be hiding in it. On the other beaches, there's no way you could convince him for a swim. But here, where the sand and the sea is almost seethrough, he gives you permission.

You take Grogu in your arms and immerse most of your body in the chilly water. He fusses a little bit, but when his body gets used to the temperature he is filled with joy. Din has taken a place on a rock, watching over the two of you and your surroundings. The only pleasure he allows himself is taking off his beskar shoes.

It's a hilarious sight. The Mandalorian with no protection of his angles sitting on a rock, with feet in the sea. You laugh at him, referring to him as your private barefoot scarecrow which earns you a splash in your face. You don't complain. This day couldn't get better.

Max

Nah... He's not going to the beach with you. Too much sun. Not an option.

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Beautiful Boy | Javi G.

gif credits belong to the most talented @pedropascalsx 💕

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 1.2k

summary: you have to leave javi alone in your apartment when you return you finally learn what he does when he's left alone.

warnings: panty thief javi, masturbation (male), voyeurism, established relationship, age gap, a hint of daddy kink

a/n: a quick little something because i'm horny and sad

Javi doesn’t visit you often, to be completely honest you would rather go to him and stay in his fabolous mansion in Mallorca rather than your one bedroom apartment, but when he does, the two of you always have the most amazing time. But life has a habit of getting in the way and sadly, thanks to a sudden call at 8 AM in the morning from your professor, you have to go to school and sort out your paperwork you’d filed in for your thesis that is due soon. Obviously you don’t want to go, you would much rather continue to sleep between Javi’s arms, but with panic flooding through your veins, you begrudgingly untangle yourself from him and head to school. You don’t forget to stick a note on the fridge before you leave, a messy written apology with a crooked heart next to it. 

This isn’t the first time you left Javi alone in your apartment but you never knew what he got up to in your absence. You just assumed he waited for you like a puppy, and you only thought that after witnessing many times how excited he got whenever you returned. 

Today, however, it seems that you would be finding out.  

You’re quite glad that you managed to sort everything out much quicker than you expected to. Usually you’d end up working until after dinner hours but today that didn’t seem to be the case. 

When you part the door, you quickly walk in and push it closed with a sway of your hip. Toeing off your shoes, you check your phone for the time, it’s barely noon, meaning you didn’t miss much of Javi time. You note the open cereal box and half drinked coffee left on the kitchen counter as you head further down the hall. You see the bedroom door left ever so slightly open. He must be sleeping, you think with a soft smile, fingers curling around the door knob. 

But then you hear him. 

Your smile falters. 

You could recognize that sound from any part of the world, you adored that sound, you lived for that sound. You coaxed those soft little noises from him again and again, he had done the same for you. Swallowing, you remove your fingers and peak inside. The curtains were drawn shut but the sun still managed to seep through, giving you a glimpse of his sweat coated body. His lush lips were slightly parted, moans slipping from between them, he had his one hand raised to his mouth while he openly fisted into the other, the sheets bunched up at the bottoms of his feet. 

Your stomach drops, a gush of wetness gathering between your legs. You know for a fact that Javi, despite his age, was insatiable. He could fuck you till morning, fuck you till you couldn’t think anymore and were pudding between his hands. 

You bite back a whine when the pace of his hips quickens, another groan leaving his lips. Javi took a deep inhale of whatever it was between his fingers. You squint. What on earth is he holding? It looked like fabric. Was he biting down on it— 

Oh no. 

Fuck. 

This time you have to clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that threatens to escape you. Javi’s holding your underwear, the panties you were wearing before changing into fresh ones. He inhales again, eyes rolling back as he groans, hips grinding into his hand. You can’t believe it. Actually, maybe you can. You noticed your panties going missing in the past but you've just shifted the blame to whatever mystical force made your socks disappear. 

“Mi vida, por favor,” 

His voice is deep, lustful, like when he gets when you suck him dry. For a brief second you think that he’s seen you, but you quickly dismiss the thought when the wet sounds of his cock meeting his palm engulf you. Javi’s drowning in pleasure. His moans, groans, inhales, all of it lights a fire inside you. Your mouth waters and you can’t help the tinge of jealousy poisoning your mind. 

Your one hand slides down between your legs while the other roughly cups your breast. It’s not enough. Your hands simply aren’t enough. 

Licking his lips, Javi wraps your panties around his leaking cock, and continues to fuck himself with it. Gnawing your bottom lip raw, rubbing yourself from over your pants, the friction is definitely not enough. You feel like Actaeon watching Diana taking a bath in the river. And just like Actaeon, you will definitely be punished for seeing something so ethereal. 

Javi’s back arches off of the bed, his toes curling while loudly moaning out your name with a string of spanish words you don’t understand. His eyes are squeezed shut, the skin of his neck stretched taut over his muscles, veins popping out. Now, he’s resembling more of an animal rather than a goddess. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you whisper between hushed pants. Your fingers barely bring you to the edge, you’re dangling on a line, pleasure blossoms across your skin but you just can’t seem to push yourself over. You moan, a bit louder but still in a whisper. “Javi…” 

“Mi flor?” 

His voice comes out in a plea. Javi’s hand comes to a halt and you can just see it on his face how painful it is. You hesitate to come out, you don’t exactly want him to think you’re a weirdo who secretly watches her boyfriend masturbate. You definitely don’t want him to think that this is a regular thing that you do. 

He clears his throat and calls to you again. 

“Is that you? I’m– I apologize–” 

Your eyes widen at his remorse, finally parting the door, you take a step inside, your arousal still sending shivers up your spine. 

You’re not going to lie, it is a bit awkward. Him, with your panties wrapped around his dick, and then there was you, watching and getting off on it in the dark. The bed dips as you take a hesitant seat. Javi averts his eyes, his chest still heaving as beads of sweat roll down his pecks. 

“You don’t need to apologize,” you want to cup his cheek but you’re still not sure what to do so you curl your fingers in your lap instead. “It– It was hot,” 

“Really?” he fails to hide the surprise in his voice, eyebrows raising as his gaze flickers back to you. “You don’t think…I am a creepy old man?” 

You snort, and swiftly cover your mouth to hide the laughter, “What? Of course not baby, I love you,” 

He smiles, sheepishly nodding, he pulls you in for a quick kiss, the phantom of your taste still lingering on his tongue. 

“Besides, if you’re a creep, so am I. I did watch you, and I’m sorry for that too,” 

“It is alright,” his smile breaks  into a grin. “It was hot,” 

Javi presses two fingers against your lips and urges you to open wide, you do so with a hum and stick your tongue out. You’re not sure what his intentions are when he stuffs your panties into your mouth, the taste of him and you combined lays heavy on your tongue, the cotton fabric drying out the inside of your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Why don’t you sit on daddy’s lap so he can enjoy the real thing now?” 

You’ve never stripped so quickly in your entire life. 

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Twelve: An Arrival In The Countryside

pairing: victorian au!javi gutiérrez x oc (Florence Bell)/victorian au!frankie morales x Florence

rating: M (lots and lots of pining and angst, one mild steamy moment but nothing explicit, a whole lotta these three breaking my heart)

wc: 3.2k

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“Oh, look, my love!” called Poppy as she stood near the window beside their seats on the ship, her button nose practically pressed up against the glass. “I think that’s the harbor.”

Frankie closed the book in his lap and set it in the seat beside him before standing behind her to look out of the window, the sight of England so close stirring feelings of nostalgia and guilt in his gut.

“You’re quite right,” he said, swallowing down the worry that crept up his throat. Poppy turned to look at him, their bodies so close that one rock of the ship would have them sharing a kiss, and pressed a hand against his chest.

“Are you excited to be home?” she asked in a shaky whisper, her focus clearly on the soft bow of his lips.

“I am,” he answered truthfully. “But I must admit that I am also a bit nervous to see how things have changed, how…how my home has changed.”

“It hasn’t been that long since you’ve gone away, my love,” she smiled, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I am sure everything is just as you left it.”

“I don’t think it could ever be,” he said, though she had little idea as to what he really meant.

“Mr. Morales, do you have a moment?” Mr. Bell stepped over with a glass of whiskey in one of his hands. Poppy stepped away from both of them with a polite nod, choosing to sit beside Anna and her betrothed while the men chatted. Frankie resumed his spot at his seat while Mr. Bell sat in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “I wanted to speak with you for a moment before our journey concludes.”

“What would you like to speak about?” Frankie asked, his thumbs anxiously brushing over the expensive material of his trousers, a luxury he could only afford thanks to the employment of the man in front of him.

“Well, as you know, I’ve heard all about the situation at the Bell House, and unlike my brother who has little sympathy in regards to matters of the heart, I am a romantic,” he smiled. “And as a romantic, I feel overwhelmed by the thought of you and my niece reuniting only for her to find that you’ve already promised yourself to another, but it isn’t my feelings on the matter that I wish to discuss. No, I’m much more concerned with your feelings.”

Frankie took in a deep breath and flashed his eyes over to Poppy who sat laughing with her hand over her mouth at a crude drawing of Anna’s, her poise and beauty a stark contrast to everyone around her. He found himself wishing that this radiance she exuded was enough to rid him of all thoughts of Florence, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not stop his thoughts.

“I suppose I’m feeling overwhelmed as well,” Frankie said. “I…have the ability to comprehend that Poppy is the best thing for me, that this life I’m living in America is the most luxurious I’ve ever lived, but deep inside, I still feel like that orphan boy from the countryside who’s sick in love with a woman I can never have. A woman that I’m not even sure thinks of me. And all I do is think of her, day and night. She…has affected everything. If the air is warm, the clouds are gone, the sky is blue, I can almost feel myself in that garden again. I can almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips. It’s…a sickness I cannot shake or treat.”

“And your solution to rid yourself of this sickness, as you call it, is to promise your life away to a woman? A perfectly fine woman that still has time left to find a man who adores her like you do my niece?” he chuckled. “I thought you were a smarter man than that, Mr. Morales.”

“Florence is moving on with her life,” Frankie shrugged. “It’s only fair that I should move on with my own.”

“Ah, that would be true if my niece was indeed moving on as you say, but I have yet to receive an invitation to any ceremony,” he countered. “How many engagements have you known to go on for nearly half a year in these times? I can’t say I’ve ever met a couple who lasted longer than three months before wedding.”

“I believe that she loves him, and that she will marry him,” Frankie said in a hushed voice, as though he could hardly will himself to say it. “And even so, Lord and Lady Bell would never allow it—“

“Not to a poor man,” Mr. Bell smirked. “You’re no longer a poor man.”

“To Lady Elizabeth, I will always be a poor man,” Frankie argued.

“Perhaps,” Mr. Bell weighed his head to the side. “Perhaps her opinion will change once she sees what you’ve made of yourself.”

“Even so—“

“I’ve never seen a man so in love and so afraid of it being reciprocated,” Mr. Bell noted. “Let us imagine for a moment, shall we? If my dear niece were to show up at this wedding and lay eyes on you, would you run to her or from her?”

“I’d hide before she can see me,” he quipped.

“Be serious, now,” Mr. Bell scolded. “What would instinct have you do?”

“I suppose I’d stand still,” he said. “I’d give her the chance to decide whether or not she wanted to acknowledge me.”

“And then?”

“And then,” Frankie shook his head and let out a chuckle. “And then I’d ruin myself over her. A million times over if that’s what she’d ask of me.”

“And then you’d tell her of your engagement? After you’ve allowed her to ruin you?” he asked.

“If I allowed her to ruin me, there would be no engagement,” he said simply, as though there was no room for any other possibility.

“If all it takes is one look, one moment of her acknowledging your existence to leave Miss Poppy, do you really think this engagement will last the rest of the summer?”

Frankie looked at him for a moment, stunned by his question, before shaking his head in puzzlement.

“I do not know,” he said defeatedly. “I hope.”

“I certainly haven’t missed England,” Javi commented, glancing out of the window of the carriage as he sat in front of Florence, Leo at his side coloring. “At least the weather is favorable.”

Florence sighed, her behind aching from the long and bumpy ride that’s taken them a week so far. The only reprieve the trio had was in the evenings when they’d check into their respective rooms at various countryside inns, the watchful eyes of the old innkeepers forcing Javi and Florence from sneaking into each other’s rooms.

“I will go mad if I stay in this carriage another day,” she declared, laying across the padded bench dramatically. “Please tell me this is our last day of travel?”

An empathetic frown grew on Javi’s face as he turned to look at her in all her agony and boredom.

“The footman thinks it’ll take another day at the very least,” he said. “I apologize, mi vida. I wish I could simply snap a finger and have us there at your family estate.”

“Can’t we stay at your home?” she asked.

“I suppose, but—“

“I don’t care to spend a single evening under the same roof as my entire family,” she continued, sitting up.

“Anna will be distracted with her fiancé,” Leo chimed in, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “Please, Flo, stay with us.”

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

“Is it Mr. Frankie you’re worried about?” he asked, too young to realize the extent of the valley between Florence and Frankie, not to mention the animosity between him and Javi.

“I have no thoughts or opinions on Mr. Morales,” she said full of pride, her arms crossing over her shoulders. “Besides, I doubt very seriously that mother will let him into the home after everything.”

“Well, I cannot wait to see him. I want to ask him about America, about the ship he took, about the ocean, about—“

Javi cleared his throat as jealousy crept up from his chest, pulling Florence’s gaze to his.

“Perhaps we should stop for the evening,” she suggested, reaching her hand across the space between them to touch his knee. “Where are we?”

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say we’re just south of London, but I’m not certain,” he said, resting his hand over hers and lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ll ring for the footman to stop.”

“Thank you, my sweet love,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

“My darling!” Lord Bell called as Anna stepped out of the carriage with an uncharacteristic smile, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she welcomed him in for a hug. “How was your journey?”

“It was wonderful, father,” she beamed, letting go of him to turn around and meet her fiancé’s eyes. “I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Andrew York.”

“Hello,” Lord Thomas greeted the young man, holding his hand out for him to shake. “I heard you’re an Ivy League man.”

“I am, indeed,” Andrew smiled. “I graduated just last year and have begun working at my father’s firm.”

“Law?”

“Finance,” he clarified. “Mr. Bell introduced us.”

“Ah, yes, where is my dear younger brother?”

Joseph climbed out of the carriage after Frankie, the two of them helping Poppy out before Joseph made his way over.

“Tommy,” Joseph grinned, tugging his brother in for a tight, albeit rough, embrace. “How’s Lizzie?”

“She’s inside with Benjamin and Maribel,” Lord Thomas replied, his eyes trained on Frankie as he remained by the carriage, clearly on edge being back at the estate. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing…guests.”

“Oh, Mr. Morales? He’s proven to be quite a good friend to me,” Joseph said, pulling away from his brother to give him a warning look. “He’s my guest, Thomas. More than that, he was a fine employee to you and your family.”

“Fine is an interesting word to use,” Thomas chided before looking back at Frankie and Poppy, forcing a smile onto his face. “Mr. Morales, what a pleasure to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

“This is my…fiance,” Frankie managed, the word feeling strange on his tongue now that he was back home. “Poppy Greenier.”

“French?” Thomas asked.

“My grandfather was a frenchman, yes,” she smiled, unaware of the tension. “Though by now, I would say we’re all very American.”

“Charming,” Thomas forced a chuckle. “Well, Mr. Morales, I’m afraid we have quite a full house. Would you mind staying in the cottage?”

“Of course not,” he answered quickly, the thought of being back in his home acting as an anchor in this turbulent sea of tension and nostalgia.

“Very good,” he nodded. “Miss Greenier, I’ll have one of our maids show you to your room. Dinner will be served within the hour.”

“Thank you dearly for your hospitality,” she choked. “Your home is the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You can thank my wife for that,” Thomas laughed sincerely, taken by Poppy’s warmth just like everyone else she came in contact with.

Frankie placed a kiss onto Poppy’s hand and bid her goodbye before making his way through the overgrown and under-watered garden, the sight alone stinging his chest like a stab wound to the heart, to his little cottage that rested on the edge of the property. He sighed at the state of the place he used to call home, the ivy leaves he’d take care to manicure now growing wildly over the dusty window. With a gentle shove to open the creaky, wooden door, Frankie let his eyes close as the familiar smell of wood and linen flooded his nostrils, the scent taking him back to the summer previous when he’d spend every single night reading to Florence after carefully taking her apart, only to do it all again.

A lump grew in his throat as he ran his fingers over the mantle of the fireplace, his fingertips turning black with dust and soot, much like how he imagined the state of his heart would be if he could take it out and hold it in his hands.

All the nights spent here, before and after her, it all came back to him in an instant.

This was his home, this was where he longed to be, this was the life he wanted to live.

America had given him plenty, and any normal man would’ve been satisfied with wealth and freedom and a beautiful, gentle woman on their arm, but Frankie had never considered himself a normal man. He was too gentle, to solemn, too introspective to crave anything but the green around him and that complicated and beautiful woman he once knew.

Sighing again, he slouched down onto the beat up sofa, his elbows on his knees and face in his hands as he thought hard about the last year and the choices he’d made. If only he would’ve pressed harder, he would be with her now. Perhaps not here, but somewhere they could call their own. A tiny cottage in the woods where they could stay up all night talking if they wanted, a garden that they could share without fear of being caught, perhaps even a family of their own that could be raised away from all of the classism and societal pressures that drove Florence away in the first place.

Needing a moment to himself before having to put on a brave face, Frankie got up and crawled into his old bed, the sheets and blanket a little less than clean, but he didn’t mind. If he pressed his nose into the pillow he swore he could smell her rose scented perfume, and when he hugged his blanket to his body, it almost felt like he was holding her. For now, this would have to do. A fantasy would have to get him by, because what else could? Certainly not the people inside the manor an acre away, not even the person he impulsively chose to spend the rest of his life with.

Florence, Leo, and Javi had all gotten settled at their inn for the night in Swanley, their stomachs filled with a potato soup cooked by the wife of the innkeeper. Florence and Leo shared a room while Javi slept by himself, tossing and turning with the thought of Florence and Frankie’s reunion.

Florence couldn’t sleep either, her little brother’s snoring and the large oak tree outside of the inn scraping against the window keeping her from finding any real rest. Turning to her brother in the next bed, she waited a moment before whispering his name to make sure he was fast asleep, and when she was met with no response, she carefully and quietly peeled her blanket back and stood up, creeping towards the door and opening it. With a watchful eye, she looked down the hallway and staircase for any sign of the innkeeper, but it seemed both he and his wife were fast asleep. Tiptoeing across the hall to Javi’s room, she slowly turned the knob and peeked her head in, finding him wide awake, sitting at his desk sketching.

“Javi,” she whispered, watching as his head snapped over in her direction, his eyes widening as she let herself in and walked to where he sat.

“My love,” he whispered back. “What if the innkeeper—“

“No one’s awake,” she assured, lifting her nightgown to sit around her thighs as she threw one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Javi’s hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer as she leaned in and kissed his neck.

“I want you,” she whispered, kissing her way up to his lips, her hips rocking against his. “No…I need you, Javi.”

Javi wanted to reciprocate, but his worries kept him from enjoying the moment, and when she reached down between their bodies, she found him soft. Pulling back, she studied his eyes with a furrow in her brow.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hardly audible. “I want to, but—“

“No,” she nodded and climbed off of him, her eyes fixing on the hardwood beneath her feet as she nervously combed her curls behind her ear. “It was wrong of me to assume—“

“Florence,” Javi said, standing and settling his hands on either side of her face. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to touch you, but…I have too much on my mind.”

“Such as?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his round, chocolate orbs. Javi shook his head and pursed his lips, unable to voice his fears to her.

“I don’t wish to burden you as well,” he said.

“If I’m to be your wife, aren’t I meant to share the burden?” she asked, her brows lacing together in mild irritation at his constant need to shield her. “Javi, I am a grown woman, I can handle the realities of the world we’re in. Is it your art? Your finances? Your father? I can take some of this weight off you if you let me—“

“It’s not yours to bear,” he said, pulling away from her and walking to the bed to settle into it. “You can stay with me if you’d like, but—“

“If I’d like?” she laughed incredulously, shaking her head at him. “I think I’d rather sleep alone.”

“As you wish,” he managed, though his heart ached with hurt caused by his own internal war.

He watched her as she rolled her eyes and walked out of his room, gently shutting the door behind her. He almost would’ve preferred if she’d slammed it, her gentle resignation stabbing him in the chest. Standing back up, he walked over to the desk, opening his sketchbook to stare at his drawing—Florence’s face sketched in charcoal. He wondered how many pages of his notebook were filled with her likeness, how many hours he’d spent drawing and imagining her. Sometimes he worried that he knew those images better than he knew her as a person, but it was easier to fall in love with a two-dimensional imagining than it was proving to be with the real thing. Those drawings would never leave him, never betray or lie to him, but Florence could. One look at Frankie and she might be lost forever.

Only time could tell.

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Is That All Mr Gutierrez?

A Fan Fiction series about Javi G

Dave maybe my number 1 but it is very clear in my mind that Javi G is second on my list, so it was time to write about him in more than just a one off. So I’m here to tell you all about Javis dream come true

Synopsis:- You have know Javi Gutierrez from the age of 13. You’ve been friends for years & recently you became his assistant, however one lonely night changes both of your lives & things then move very rapidly & suddenly. Is it all moving too fast too soon or is it all meant to be & your catching up on wasted time?

Chapter titles likely to change

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 each chapter will come with its own warning but by clicking on the links please expect there to be sex, swearing & alcohol in each chapter. By continuing to read, you do so at your own discretion. Chapter 2 is very dark.

Progress update: this Sunday you will all get chapter 5, I’ve started on chapter 6 too. I don’t think there will be 20 chapters anymore but I know where I want this to end up & I want them to be happy & for it to feel right.

As always thank you for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome.

Chapter 1) The Cliffs

Chapter 2) You’ve not lived until you feel alive (please read all the warnings for this chapter before you start reading it)

Chapter 3) Family is more than Blood

Chapter 4) Taming His Curls

Chapter 5) Enjoying the View

Chapter 6) The Swim

Chapter 7) Too Soon

Chapter 8) The Mansion

Chapter 9) At the Races

Chapter 10) I Could Get Used to this

Chapter 11) Official

Chapter 12) The Nightmare

Chapter 13) Fantasy

Chapter 14) When Nobody Understands You

Chapter 15) Well I Do

Chapter 16) A Billion Times

Chapter 17) Take Me As I Am

Chapter 18) Tests

Chapter 19) Reality Check

Chapter 20) Tears of Joy & Sorrow

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Not Bored

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

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You are bored. 

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

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

Lime green.

And doing nothing to hide the size of him. 

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

“You are missing important lines, mi flor.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna fuck my tits, sweet boy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you still bored, mi flor?”

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

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

No. You aren’t bored at all.

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Take What You Need {Javi G x f!reader}

So this was requested by @stvenwithav​ soo here you!! This was actually so fun n I hope I did justice to what you had in mind!!

MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

PAIRING: Javi G x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARINGS: SMUT!! thigh riding, sweating, pet names, Javi in a speedo is his own warning, semi-public sexual activities, just smutty fluff ok. established relationship. Let me know if I missed anything

No use of Y/N or character description. Not beta read all mistakes are my own

AUTHOR NOTES: First time writing Javi G as well so hopeuflly I managed to get this soft bean across!! 

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The sun was warm on your skin as you walked down the aged steps of your boyfriend's villa, the skies were clear, reflecting the beautiful blue of the ocean view you had from the cliffside home. You were only in a fairly skimpy bikini, with a loose sheer dress thrown over the top, since you were heading the pool, there were three actually but your favourite was the smaller one, right on the cliff edge, where you could look out across the vast landscape.  It was late afternoon now, Javi had just returned home from the orchard, inviting you down to the more private pool for a pre-dinner dip, you’d told him to meet you there as you sauntered off to get changed. 

When you walked into the shaded area, Javi was already laid out on one of the sun loungers, one hand behind his head, stretching out his arm, sunglasses shielding his eyes, he had a light linen shirt on and that damned striped speedo he loved so much. If someone told you that you would love a man in a speedo you would have laughed in their face but Javi? Oh he was something else. He was built different, his broad shoulders, strong arms and that perfect fucking face, not to mention his gorgeous curls but the one thing you loved about him the most? His thighs. 

They were so…rideable. And when you got closer, the soft sounds of your feet alerting your boyfriend, who turned his head softly to watch as you padded towards the him, your breath hitched, seeing the way one of his legs was outstretched, the other bent so his foot was placed firmly on the comfortable bed below. Your mouth almost watered at the sight, his tanned skin was glowing under the late afternoon sun, emphasising the shape of his legs even more. You had stopped just at the end of his chair, admiring his body.

“Are you okay, hermosa?” He asked softly, sitting up a little, looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. You swallowed thickly, nodding. 

“Yes, yeah. I’m, I’m fine.” you managed out, a tut coming from your lover below you. 

“Now, cariño, you know you cannot lie to me. Tell me what is the matter” he sat up a little more, patting the edge of the lounge. You shakily moved over to perch on the edge of it, Javi instantly leaned over, pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulder that made your heart ache for him. 

“It’s.. you just..” you trailed, his large hand had rested on your lower back now as he sat back, he was rubbing gentle circles into your flushed skin, you turned to face him a little more, your eyes running across his thighs as you did so. 

“I just, what mi amor?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“You just looked so fucking good right now” you blurted out, Javi tossed his head back in a laugh, that beautiful honey sweet laugh that you loved so much. You couldn’t help biting your lip when you watched how his neck presented itself to you, making you impossibly hotter than you already were from the sun and the gorgeous man laid in front of you. 

“Thank you, you look beautiful too” he complimented, causing you to blush a deep red. You could see a faint tint to Javi’s cheeks under his sunglasses too, he was always a little shy when you complimented him, he’d become more used to it the longer you dated, it wasn’t that he didn’t like the way he looked, it was just that someone as beautiful as you was telling him how beautiful he was. The more comfortable he got with you, the more confident he became, so when the next thing rolled off his tongue, it didn’t surprise you. “What do you like most, sweet girl?” 

“I like your thighs” you said, trying to look away from his gaze. You heard that pleased chuckle again, you felt yourself whine when you watched him open his legs a little wider, showing you more of that beautiful tanned skin. Hearing that noise fall from your lips made Javi yearn to hear it again. 

“What do you like about my thighs?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, accent getting thicker as he spoke. 

“They’re so… strong” you said in a quiet voice, Javi’s hand slipped from behind your back then, to gently tip your chin up delicately, you could see his eyes were blown wide beneath the shade of his glasses. 

“Would you like sit on them, hermosa?” He asked, completely catching you off guard for a second before you were nodding slowly, he groaned softly, sitting back on the sunbed further, so he was more propped up at the back, his right leg still outstretched, but he dropped his left knee a little more, not completely flush to his seat. “Take off the bottoms of your swimsuit for me please” he said, giving you a gentle tap on your own thigh. 

That was the thing with Javi, even when he was absolutely ruining you, he was still polite and courteous, it made you always want him more, no man had ever made you feel so respected when he was fucking you like an animal but Javi? He was able to give you the filthiest fucks of your life but would always know the right time to soften and check on you, unlike any other man you had been with. You stood up, shimmying down your bikini bottoms down until they hit the cool stone floor below, your cover-up just skimming the edges of your plush cheeks. Javi held a hand out to you, which you took, his other hand coming round to up the back of your knee, lifting up your leg, guiding you to plant you firmly on his left thigh. 

He was so warm against you, his skin heated by the sun just like your own, but also Javi’s body was always naturally warm, always inviting you to be enveloped by every inch of this man. His hands slipped from your own, moving to gently rest one on the small of your back and one on your hip, you felt a gentle push of encouragement from him and you got the idea. 

You bit your lip as you started to slowly rock back and forth against your lover, your hands were planted firmly on his broad shoulders as you swayed your hip ever so carefully, you’d never done this with him before, you’d never done this with  anyone but something about this man always made you want try new things and Javi always had something new for you to try. You let out a soft moan as you caught your sensitive clit against his thigh, Javi was watching you in awe, keeping his hold on you just tight enough so you knew he was there, but not tight enough to stop your movement, just aide them along. 

You felt a little cautious as you rocked back and forth against the man below you timidly, but as you continued to slowly roll your hips, you were instantly craving more. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each roll of your hips, you needed something to signal he wanted this just as much as you did, so you could really let go. Javi sat up further as if he had read your mind, slotting your lips to his in one of the most gentle, sweetest kisses only he knew how to give you, you hummed into him, one of your hands moving to trail up his neck, fingers lacing into the soft curls at the nape of his neck. 

He only pulled back to mutter to you “Take what you need from me, mi amor” and you were a goner. That was all you needed, plus the feeling of his hands tightening around your waist along with him pressing his thigh towards you, chasing your heat himself. You started to rock even further, grinding your hips down, moaning as your bud rolled against him over and over again. You were running your fingers through his hair, those beautiful caramel curls easily slipping through your fingers, they felt just as soft as the kisses Javi was leaving across your neck and shoulders as you took what you needed from him.

Your noises picked up, more frequent gentle mewls as the pressure began to build, now you were eagerly rolling your hips against him, grinding your sensitive core into his heated skin, the hand that wasn’t busy tangled in your lover’s hair, started to drop down across his soft linen shirt, aiming to share the pleasure you were feeling with him but before you could make it, one of his hands reached up, stopping you. 

“No, sweet girl, this is about you right now” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to your palm, before lacing his fingers through your own. He was sat up fully now, you were pressing your chest to his, arching you back, encouraged by the way his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back and forth across him. You knew you were close, Javi did too, he could see it on your face even through his sunglasses, you buried your nose into his neck, taking in the expensive cologne, moaning and rolling your hips more incessantly. 

“Come on, let go for me, I know you would like to” he whispered and that had you hurtling over the edge, your hips moving faster, sloppier and much less precise than before. It wasn’t the most intense orgsam Javi had ever given you but fuck did it feel amazing. He was so soft, so loving, so caring and as your high ripped through your body, you couldn’t hold back the loud moan of his name. He held onto you tightly, you knew that when he stood up, he would be glistening not just from the sun and sweat but from you and what you had just done. 

Your hand relaxed your hold on his hair as you slowly came down, your hips coming to a careful stop, Javi was still pressing small kisses to your bare skin as you sat there in pure bliss. 

“Do you feel better, cariño?” he asked you quietly, careful not to disturb your post orgasmic  bliss. 

You slowly lifted up so you could look over your boyfriend’s handsome face, you didn’t respond, instead you pressed your lips to his, over and over again. He chuckled between the kisses, holding you tightly against him, when you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his. 

“How do you feel, baby?” you asked him, matching his quiet caring tone he was using with you. 

“I am feeling as if I would like to take you to bed and make love to you, if you would let me” he replied, bringing your interlocked fingers to his plush lips, leaving a couple of tender kisses across your knuckles. A new wave of arousal thrummed through you at his words, Javi probably felt it on his thigh as it did. 

“I would love that, Javi” you whispered, with that you were being helped to shaky legs, Javi helped you slip on your bottoms again, you bit your lip seeing your slick across his thigh from where he had let you get yourself off. It turned you on all over again and you were eagerly pulling your lover away from the pool and through the house, all whilst stopping to share in heated kisses every now and again. 

Javi did just what he promised, he kept you wrapped up in his large bed for the rest of the evening, a beautiful sunset dinner was forgotten instead replaced by junk food and Javi feasting on you as many times as you could handle.

[pedrito-friskito]

So I noticed you reblogging pedro in that speedo a lot.................... we're gonna need you to explain your thots on that speedo action up in here THANK YOU. - 🐠

fishie anon you are truly making me ACT UP IN THESE FEVER DREAMS I just—

okay I haven’t written anything for Javi G. thus far — I’ve struggled a bit to come up with a solid idea for a fic w/ him, but this was fun (maybe a little OOC so i’M SORRY) but I just love him sm and that speedo just….pedro keeping us fed till the ends of the earth my god

🔥friday night fever!🔥

(listen I couldn’t find the speedo gif and this one is also just too good so)

“You are staring, cariño,” he sing-songs, reaching up to lower his sunglasses, peering at you over the bridge of them with bloodshot eyes.

You know yours must look similar, chewing the inside of your lip as you reach across and take the joint from him, almost burned down to the filter, the last puff for you, as always. Javi always saves the last bit for you, lets you suck down the smoke until your body feels weightless.

“Am not,” you reply, almost petulant, flicking the finished joint into the ashtray on the table between your lounge chairs, leaning back on your own, sunglasses pushed up your nose and arms over your chest. “You know how I feel about the speedo.”

“What?” Javi asks, feigning shock. “You do not like it?”

You turn your head to the side, glasses slipping down your nose. “Javi.”

He grins back at you, one foot tucking in, knee bent high. It’s maddening, is what it is, those golden legs on full display, the muscle of his thigh thick enough that you just want to sink your teeth into it, leave the sensitive skin towards the inside littered with little marks and bruises, mementos of your affection. He’s worn it before, and he knows. The last time he’d put the thing on, you’d nearly jumped him in the pool house, towel tossed onto the floor as a makeshift pillow for your knees as you lowered yourself before him.

The white shirt he’s coupled with the striped bathing suit just makes matters worse, the fabric nearly see-through in the sun, giving you glimpses of the tanned skin that lies beneath. A few buttons undone showing off the top of his chest, your mouth watering just at the sight.

Heaving a breath. you sit up, yanking your cover-up off and tossing it at Javi. He lets out a surprised noise as the fabric lands in his lap, and you stick your tongue out at him, striding towards the pool, stepping into the warm water with a loud sigh. Pointedly loud, pointedly similar to the moans you let loose in bed.

It’s the strangest feeling as you sink beneath the surface of the water, salt tickling your noise, the warmth bordering on bath water, but refreshing all the same. The haze of weed in the back of your mind adds to the feeling, making you feel more than weightless beneath the water. You stay beneath until the need for oxygen pulls at your lungs, and when you surface, Javi is still watching, standing now, slowly unbuttoning his shirt until it falls open, revealing that bronzed chest beneath.

“Am I allowed to join you,” he calls, stretching his arms above his head, leaning up on his toes. It only makes the muscles in his legs more defined, the soft curve of his belly all the more inviting as you rake your gaze over him, “or are you upset with me now?”

“Get in the water, Javi,” you reply, straightening until your feet hit the bottom of the pool, the water coming up to your chest once you’re standing, “and get over here.”

He does as asked, wading through the water until he’s right in front of you, palms skimming along the surface. He doesn’t touch you, not entirely, his body just a breadth of an inch away from yours. If you inhaled deep enough, puffed your chest out just slightly, your skin would be touching his. “Hi cariño,” he says quietly, looming over you, those tousled curls falling across his forehead perfectly, brown eyes glittering in the sunlight.

You know it’s not just the weed. Your man is a sight to behold. Javi Gutierrez is beautiful.

“Hi.”

Mischievous grin on his face, he closes the distance between you, both arms sliding around you, pulling you close, your wet chest against his dry one. When he bends his neck to kiss you, you can’t hold back the quiet moan that slips out, hands scrabbling for purchase on those broad shoulders. He drags you up and against him, hips sliding easily along his in the water.

That’s the other problem with the speedo. It leaves very little to the imagination. You can feel every inch, twitching to life beneath the glassy surface. You keep one hand tangled in his hair, the other snaking down his front, wet fingers leaving droplets over his skin until you’re trailing through the dark hairs that lead south.

“You know what my favourite thing about the speedo is, Javi?” you ask into his mouth, your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. His part as you slide your hand right under the elastic.

“Tell me.”

“Easy access.”

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Art Imitating Life

Writer’s Iron Chef #6

A/N: Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! At first when I read this week’s prompt, my angsty ass brain flew directly to Javi P and an undercover operation gone sideways. But then I had a cup of coffee and watered my garden and came back to it in a better mood and decided to go a different direction with it. Enter Javi G and Reader from this little one shot I wrote about how they met. (and a much happier resolution to the story than there would have been had I stuck with Javi Peña.) 

Word Count: 1,956

Warnings: None. This is 110% a fluff. Friends to lovers (?) fluff. 

Summary: After meeting on the beach, both of you there in search of inspiration for your current projects - for you, a novel, and for Javi, a script - the two of you strike up an easy friendship and agree to workshop one another’s writing. You give him a suggestion for the characters in his script, and he decides to take it one step further than changing the words on the page. 

Prompt:  “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” / "I can’t stay long. I just had to see you.” 

It had just started to rain when you pulled up to Javi’s place, so you hurried from your car to the covered porch and his front door. He was standing, waiting for you, and as soon as he saw you his smile lit up to make you forget about the clouds overhead. “I am sorry about the weather. I had hoped that we would be able to be outside today, perhaps by the pool, but…” He shrugged and trailed off. “It seems as though Mother Nature had other plans.” 

Smiling, you waved him off. “It’s fine, Javi, inside works, too.” You’d been to his place a few times in the last few weeks, the two of you swapping drafts of your novel and his script in an informal sort of writer’s workshop, and until then you’d always sat outside either around the firepit, on the cushioned furniture on the porch, or near the pool. 

“I suppose it has to rain every now and then, yes?” He gestured for you to follow him into the open living and dining area, where he’d set out a tray of vegetables, crackers, olives and hummus along with a pair of wine glasses. Clapping his hands and rubbing them together, he looked directly at you. “So are you ready to-” 

You gave him a smile. He gets so excited to share his work. “Yup.” You nodded. “Whatcha got for me?” 

Twenty minutes later you were seated in the corner of the plush white couch, a glass of yellow-gold chardonnay in hand and his laptop perched on your bent legs. “I’m excited to get into this, Javi. In the last few scenes I read, things were really starting to pick up so,” you raised your glass towards where he stood in the kitchen, pouring wine for himself. “Here’s to seeing where they’re headed.” He raised his own glass, some of the liquid sloshing out over his hand from the hasty motion, and you pressed your lips together to hide your smile. 

Returning your eyes to the screen in front of you, you started to read. Okay. Here we go. 

Night. Exterior - the pylons under the 10th Street Bridge. Diego is pacing and checking over his shoulder every few minutes. His phone is in his hand, andhe alternates between looking towards the road and down at the device in his hand. 

Tight shot on phone screen. Message displayed - Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone

Diego: (to himself) I shouldn’t have asked her to-

Rustling footsteps cause him to turn his attention back towards the road

Marisol: Diego? Are you… Are you here?

Diego: Marisol. (He strides over to where she is stepping out from behind a tree) Marisol, mi amore, you made it, I- 

A loud crunch sound pulled you out of the story and back into Javi’s living room. Looking up, you noticed him standing a few feet away, chewing half of a carrot stick from the vegetable platter, his eyes glued to you and watching for any reaction that you might have while you read. As soon as you caught him though, he widened his eyes and turned away, resuming his pacing in and out of the kitchen, back and forth behind the couch where you sat. He’s nervous. He… Oh, Javi. It was endearing, how interested he was in your opinion and how deeply he considered your suggestions. But he doesn’t have to worry, it’s… Your eyes flicked back to the screen. This is really good for a first draft. 

“Javi, you know you can come sit down, right? You don’t have to wait for me to be done.” You looked over at him and patted the cushion next to you. 

He took another bite out of the carrot, head shaking back and forth as he chewed. “Oh, no, I-” 

You sighed. Like last time, huh? “Were you this nervous when you let Nic read your script?” I think I know the answer already. 

Finishing the mouthful that he’d bitten off, he nodded. “Yes. Well, no. Even more actually. I could not even stay in the same space as him while he read it.” He swallowed, the hand that had been holding the hummus dipped carrot coming to the center of his chest to tap it twice. “My heart was pounding and my head was spinning and I-” He made a face that you couldn’t help but chuckle at. “At least with you I am… I can be in the same room.” 

You felt warmth swirl through you at that. “That’s got to count for something, hmm?” He gave you a lopsided smile, nodding once to send a rogue curl tumbling over his forehead. You fingers twitched with a sudden urge to wind that curl around them and you had to tighten your grip on your wine glass to combat it. Stop it. We’re not… we’re friends. Nothing more.  

Pushing his hair back with one hand, he licked his lips and gestured to the computer you were holding. “Please, go on. Let me know when you are finished with this scene and-” 

“I will, Javi.” You took a sip of your wine and winked at him over the rim of the glass. With that he went back to his pacing and you had to smile to yourself at the way his character - Diego - seemed to share so many of his traits. Taking another sip of your drink, you returned your attention to the script. 

Marisol: Of course I came, Diego. (They embrace) I can’t stay long. 

Diego: I know. I’m sorry, I should not have asked you to come. 

Oh, they should… When he’d opened the document on his computer, Javi had set the edit function to suggestions and told you to add things or comment on them as you needed or wanted to. Sitting forward, you set your glass down on the table and wiggled your fingers over the keyboard before adding your thoughts. At the sound of the keys clicking, Javi’s head swiveled in your direction, and a second later you felt his presence hovering just behind your shoulder. He’s reading as I type. He’s too anxious to sit next to me, but he’s peeking over my shoulder and reading the screen as I type. Pressing your lips together, you waited for his reaction to your suggestion. 

They should kiss here. 

“You think so?” 

“I do.” You turned, draping one arm over the backrest where he was leaning his weight over his hands. Your fingers were only a few inches from his, but you refrained from touching him. Because that’s not why he asked me here. That’s not why- 

“Can I ask you something? Writer to writer?” You couldn’t help but notice the way that his fingers dug into the fabric of the couch.  

“Of course.” You shook your head and turned yourself to face him more fully, despite the fact that the backrest and cushions separated you. 

He drew his eyebrows together and opened his mouth but no words came out. Closing it again, he cleared his throat and brought his eyes up to meet yours, and you got the feeling that he was trying to work himself up to say something. What is it? Just ask. 

“Do you ever,” he started, straightening up so that his face wasn’t so close to yours. Speaking with his hands, it seemed as though he was fighting the urge to start pacing again. “When you are writing, do you ever… act out the things that you are having your characters say and do?” 

You lifted your eyebrow. Is he asking me to… “Um.” You blinked and adjusted your position as he came around to the front of the couch. “Yeah, sometimes I do. To get a better idea of how to describe the action or…” You cocked your head to one side as he took the computer from your lap and set it on the table next to the tray of carrots, peppers and olives. “What are you-” 

He held out one hand to you and though things had yet to become physical between the two of you - aside from the day when you’d met him, when you had all but tackled him out of the way of a few roller skaters at the boardwalk - you immediately placed your palm in his. Warm. The thought flashed through your brain as his thick fingers curled around your hand and pulled you to your feet. And strong. Oh, fuck. 

“Will you do that with me?” He asked the question quietly but his voice never wavered. 

“Do… what, Javi?” Your heart quickened. He can’t be asking me to- 

“Act out this scene.” He swallowed. “Help me make it more natural, more… right.” 

It was your turn to clear your throat, which had suddenly become stoppered by his words. What? Does he mean my suggestion? Your mouth dropped open as his opposite hand came to your hip. “You mean… with the kiss?” 

His eyes narrowed briefly and he nodded. “To see if it works.” 

You let a breath slip out as you nodded back, rain still falling outside the open windows. “Okay, Javi.” Trying to slow your racing heart, you attempted a joke. “Should I be Diego, or-” 

“I am Diego,” he directed, fingers flexing around your hip. “You are Marisol.” 

“Alright.” I can do this. “Whenever you’re-” 

He didn’t wait for you to finish, launching directly into Diego’s lines. “Marisol, mi amor, you made it. I-” 

His arms wound around you then, pulling you against his body and holding you there soundly. Oh. You felt your own arms wrapping around his middle as though it was an old habit. Oh, this… Oh.. is it my- You felt his hand flatten against your back and then spoke Marisol’s line. “Of course I came, Diego, but I can’t stay long.” 

“I know. I’m sorry, I should not have asked you to come.” He pulled back then, releasing his hold on you. You dropped your arms, too, following his lead. But you were unprepared for the way that he followed through with your suggestion for the script, caught completely off guard as both of his large hands came up to frame your face. His eyes locked with yours and when they did you saw no signs of Diego in them - only Javi. “I just had to see you.” He added the line with a touch of urgency, brow furrowing and chest expanding as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly but surely to yours. 

Your hands found their way back to his body, coming up to rest on his chest and against the side of his neck, and before you knew what was happening you were kissing him back. This is actually… This is happening. It didn’t linger or deepen, but you felt the way that things had changed in the matter of seconds when your lips brushed his, and when he pulled back you saw that it was the same for him. His eyes flicked down to where he’d just kissed you before coming back up to yours, his hands sliding down - one to your shoulder and the other further down your bicep - but staying on you. 

“I think you are right,” he finally said with a small nod. He moved a step closer then, leaning forward to rest the curve of his forehead against yours. “I think that they should kiss.” 

A tingling sensation had taken over your brain and left a slightly dazed smile on your lips. “I’m glad that you agree with my suggestion, Javi.” 

The hand on your shoulder slid around to the back of your neck, thumb moving over your skin. “Do you think… that they should kiss again?” 

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[requestomaestro]

Can I kiss you? Javi Gutierrez x f! reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: You and Javi spend the last minute of a year together. Rating: fluff, mention of alcohol Word count: 333

Authors note: I wrote it for New Year's Eve but forgot to publish it. Maybe some will still llike it! It's fluff with Javi G after all

The sun disappeared a long time ago covering Majorca in magnificent darkness. Thankfully the lights hanging in Javi’s garden were enough to dazzle the slightly drunk faces of yours and his shared friend group.

‘’Are you excited for the new year?” you asked walking onto the balcony and passing him a champagne glass. Javi smiled thinking about all of the movie premiers he had written down in his calendar and just shook his head ''yes”. For a moment the two of you stood close enough to feel each other's body heat, sipping the liquor and admiring the view till the silence was broken by somebody's drunk screams.

60,59,58…

''What about you? Any resolutions?” he completely ignored the chaos that was taking place below.

‘’Just one but very important” you put down your glass and replaced it with Javis's face signaling that he needs to focus on what you’re about to say.

‘’I want to spend more time with you Javi. That's it." genuine smile appeared on your face "You can travel as much as you need and want but please, promise me that no matter how far you’ll be, we’ll stay in touch”.

34,33,32…

He wanted to promise you that, he really wanted to but with your face so close to his, lights reflecting from your sequin dress and shining directly onto your delicate features he was too overwhelmed to do anything rational.

14…13…12…

‘’Can I kiss you” a whisper suddenly left his mouth and inside he couldn't believe that he finally managed to ask you this question.

‘’Like now?” you asked a little shocked but also positively surprised.

6… 5…4…

‘’Now and every time I see you next year”

There was no time to answer. All the guests started to scream and share their wishes. You ignored them and just connected your lips together. Both of you could taste the bitter flavor of the champagne, but it didn’t matter. It was just you and Javi, and a promise of a magical year spent together.

[heyhilana]

Italy (Javi G)

Summary: You and Javi decide to take his private jet to get to Italy for the lavish party you both planned to close a deal with a client. But now that you and Javi have been all over each other since your dinner together, it seems that even flying in the air can't keep you both from making up for the lost time teasing each other. Following that after two days, you and Javi make plans to have a candlelight dinner the night before the party.

A/N: Hi! Originally I wanted to separate this as Mile High Club and then another chapter, but I realized it would probably flow better if I made this one chapter. This chapter officially concludes Los Jefes and the following chapter is technically how this started even though it serves as the last chapter. I wrote Show off as a one-shot, but then the rest of the series came to mind after so these are prequels for that chapter. I may write headcannons or pieces in between for fun, but for now, it's all done <3 Happy reading!

Pairing: Javi G x !f reader (work partners turned lovers)

Warnings: Slight lap dance? Like, it's more for show but it ends quickly. Quick blowjob, unprotected sex, p in v sex, biting, creampie, mentions of fingering, but overall, just a loving story as I wanted to give them a better happy ending to make this mini-series end in a full circle.

Word Count: 6.5K (I didn't mean for it to get there)

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You had been on a private plane a few times due to your previous partnerships with other crime leaders. Some had multiple meals throughout the flight if it was longer than 8 hours, and other had round the clock drinks to make you almost forget about all that you had to do. But you knew that Javi’s took the cake the minute you saw it. Red carpet leading the way to it, you almost felt that you were underdressed getting into it. Of course, Javi didn’t see it that way as he snaked an arm near your lower back, whispering in the shell of your ear.

“Too bad we have other people on this plane,” His voice was husky, and a smile was tugging across your lips over what he wanted to do with you.

“We just finished 30 minutes ago.”

“Who’s to say we can’t go again? I just bought this plane a few weeks ago, and I’m sure you haven’t joined the mile high club yet.”

“You’re insatiable aren’t you?”

“Around you? Always, mi vida.” He kiss your ear lobe, then your jaw before turning away acting like it didn’t send shivers all down your spine. He led you down the red carpet that covered the stairs, letting you go first up the stairs and then he continued. You were greeted by Jaime, one of Javi’s trusted men that guarded him with his life.

“Good afternoon, Miss Y/N. Any particular drinks that Victor can make for you?”

“Good afternoon Jaime. And yes, I would love a Bellini. I think it would be fitting for where we’re headed.” You saw the rows of seats right in front of you, as well as a dance floor fitted with a pole which let you know that whoever owned this plane before had many parties while in the air. And as you walked ahead you saw the bedroom right at the end of the plane, letting you know that you and Javi would probably be there for the remainder of the flight. Jaime also greeted Javi the moment he walked in, and the two shared some words that you did not hear as you walked right up to the pole, setting your bag down on one of the free seats. Jaime and Victor went to their respective quarters of the plane, just right next to the pilot’s door and closed the door.

“I was thinking about taking that down but it seems to me that you like it,” Javi was settled into one of the plush seats, just as you twirled around the pole.

“Well, it’s not everyday that I can practice my skills on a private plane.”

“Welcome to the high life, baby. It only gets better from here.” Victor came up behind you with your drink as well as Javi’s usual, you took yours and took a sip and the sweetness enveloped your tastebuds. You were sure that by the time you got off of this flight you would be nice and comfortable. You continue to twirl around as Javi watched you, looking you up and down as you were only wearing the sandals that you had only mentioned to Javi in passing time and he surprised you with them last night and the sundress that catered to your body. Feeling a burst of confidence you dropped nice and low, looking at him a smirk on your face.

“Care for a dance?” The way he looked, his suit jacket unbuttoned along with his dress shirt, legs slightly open giving you a seat that you grew to love over the past few weeks, you were in pure lust and love.

“What kind of dance?” The quirk in his brow garnered a laugh from you.

“Well, I have a few ideas in mind,” You moved back up and put your drink on the bar counter, going back over to the poll and twirling around it, getting a firm grip on the pole to jump up and slide down, seeing his eyes rake your body. Knowing that you weren’t wearing any panties underneath you knew that your sundress was clinging to your butt, and so you bent over when you got your feet planted on the ground to shake your ass a little.

“Oh, is this another one of your talents baby?”

“It could be. I love to be full of surprises,” You jumped on the poll again to twirl, this time with one hand as you touched your breast.

“I think I know something else you like to be full of.” He took another swig of his drink, finishing it from there. The way his voice was dropping made you want to drop everything and have him fuck you right in that chair. Wanting to be closer to him, you got back on your feet and walked over to him, noticing how when he looked up at you his eyes were completely blown out. You took your rightful seat, arms coming around his neck.

“Yeah? You’re starting to know what I need. Maybe I need you to fix it.” You were looking down at him, ever so slightly grinding down on him making him buck his hips up. You were still sensitive from earlier, but he knew just how to wind you up again and again.

“Here or the bedroom?” He leaned up towards you to grab your hips, lips reaching to meet your jaw.

“How likely are Jaime and Victor going to walk in on us?” You barely got out the words as Javi took the initiative to kiss going up your jaw, your sweet spot right between your jugular.

“They know to not come out. Unless you want to put on a show that is?”

“Put on a show? I thought you didn’t like sharing.” You grinded down on him further, feeling him grow right in his pants.

“Oh, they will never touch what’s mine,” He pulled down the straps of your dress, your breasts on full display as the top of it fell right in your lap. “But they can see what a fucking stunning woman you are.”

“Then I can put on a show for you then, and maybe flying back they can get one too,” You got up to strip tease more, much to his pleasure as your sundress fell down completely.

“That’s it baby, show me that pretty body.” You stepped out of the dress and went back over to him, turning around to grind your ass on to him, instantly he was holding your hips to touch you, get some sort of relief as you gave him a dance. Wetness already pooling was already a norm for you two as you grinded right down on his hard on, whining as you felt it brush against your clit.

“I could take you just like this. Fuck, I’ll take you anywhere.” You got up to face him again seeing the wet spot you made on his pants. You put your breasts in his face, and the way he lightly bit your nipple that was right near his lips made you clench your legs more.

“Javi, take off your shirt.” You breathlessly asked, and he obliged, taking off his button up and throwing it somewhere else on the plane. You touched him, wanting to feel his soft skin that you were memorizing just a little while earlier. He suddenly got up, his hands settling right on your back thighs as he lifted you up. You were startled but you soon forgot about it as he led you to your bedroom, and you picked up your drink to finish it, sipping the last bit of it.

“Your lips should be wrapped around something else,” His vulgarity was surprising you by the minute, liquid courage making you want him more than before. He laid you down on the bed and took the empty glass from you and put it on the small nightstand. He took off his slacks and boxers, and the view of his hardening cock never failed in making your walls ache for that stretch. You sat up and his cock was leveled with your mouth, much to your contentment.

“I feel like you get bigger every time, but you still fit inside me.” You kitten licked his shaft, and his hand was tangling in your hair.

“I’m always going to fit inside you. Need to feel you wrapped around my cock all the time.” You hummed in response as you spat in your hand to wrap it around the base of his cock. You lightly pumped him as he thrusted himself into your hand.

“Someone’s needy already.” You were giggling a little but it was cut short when he wrapped a hand around your hair.

“Let me fuck that pretty face, amor.” Without wasting any time he was thrusting, and you put your hands on his thighs for support as he went on. There was something about how when you looked at him and seeing him grunt like an animal and fuck your face harder that made you want him more. It was as though he was insatiable with you always, always needed more than the last and testing limits with you. The more you opened your mouth and let the tip hit the back of your throat, the more he twitched in your mouth. You were humming and fighting a smile as you loved the way he took charge of it, the way he looked down at you and pulled your off his cock right when he was about to cum.

“But I wanted you to finish,” You were pouting a little.

“I have the rest of the day to do that. Besides, I can always do something else,” He smiled and tapped your cheek, to which you opened and he spat in your mouth. He kissed you right after, sitting back down and having you both move back so he could pull you into his lap. You felt his cock pressed against your core, grinding down to make you both moan.

“Ride me, baby. Please,” Hearing heady words escape his lips as his hands tangled with your body made your walls pulsate. You were smiling as he helped you lift up to angle yourself right above his cock, your hand wrapped around it and rubbing it up and down your slit. Every time it hit your clit you jumped, still sensitive from the previous session. But nonetheless, you pressed it right at your hole and he pushed you down, his head burying into your chest to bite a little.

“You’re gonna leave marks on me now?” You were whining as he bit down more, sucking a little. His tip was just gently pressing against your spot, and you were grinding down to get some relief.

“That’s it baby, use my cock,” He breathless asked before biting again in different spots, making goosebumps rise all over your body. You clawed at his back as you grinded down more, feeling that familiar spot being grazed over and over again.

“Javi, are you trying to leave marks on me?”

“When we arrive at that party, I want everyone to see what I did.” He leaned up and looked right at you as he spoke to you, hands gripping your hips to guide you.

“I’m yours now after this?” You gave him a small smile as he stopped your movements to fuck up into you.

“You were mine the moment you let me into your apartment.” He threw his head back as you moved your hands back to steady them on his legs, holding yourself up as he thrusted. You were meeting his thrusts little by little, soon feeling that familiar knot forming that you never thought you would feel all day long but with Javi, it was all you ever felt. You kept tightening every time he was fully inside you, your body speaking for you.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Who said I didn’t want that?”

“Fuck, you’re joking,” You had always made him pull out or cum somewhere else, but there was a change in you that you didn’t see coming.

“I’m not joking baby,” You leaned back up to wrap your arms around his neck. “I need you to cum inside me, nowhere else.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” The low groan that erupted from him just as your peak was making you whine, losing all sense of control was inevitable as you felt that blissful, blinding relief washing over your body. Legs shaking, pulsating walls, a mumbled cry of his name as you couldn’t speak coherently and his light shushing as you were still not alone on the plane. You clutched to him just as he released inside you, a bite down as he was trying to conceal his moans too. You rocked with him, the wave washing over you both until you stilled. He pulled his head up and you clutched his face, kissing him deeply. And after kissing for who knows how long resulting in more trying to catch your breath, you climbed off of him and went to your side of the bed just as he laid down to cuddle with you.

“That was fun,” You were over the moon as always ever since you got with him, and the chuckle that erupted from his throat made you smile.

“It’s always fun because it’s with me,” He remarked, his head resting on your chest.

“Getting a little cocky now aren’t we?”

“I’ve been cocky the moment we met. It didn’t stop you then and it won’t stop you now.”

“First you’re cocky, and now you’re a now it all. Should I be rethinking this?” You joked as you played in his hair.

“Who else is going to take you to Italy and everywhere else in the world and treat you like the queen you are?”

“Smooth, Gutierrez. Very smooth.” You both were laughing until you stopped and you both were looking at each other. He moved up to kiss your lips once more before sleep lulled you away from reality. Although that only lasted for a half hour before a knock on the door stirred you both.

“Who is it?” Javi’s asked, sleep laced in his voice.

“Jaime. We land in 10 minutes.” You checked your watch and saw you spent most of the time in the room with him rather than enjoying the jet.

“Understood.” Javi acknowledged Jamie and heard the receding footsteps soon after.

“I didn’t get to enjoy all of the jet.” You were pouting a little.

“We’re going to have more trips on this jet and many more.” He nuzzled back into your neck and kissed the exposed skin.

“If we keep getting in this position it will never happen,” You were laughing, but when he bit your neck again you gasped. Soon you felt those fingers snaking there way between your legs and up to your core. “Javi, the plane lands in 10.”

“And I’ll make you cum in 2. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” You couldn’t even protest if you wanted to because the moment he pushed them in, you were back into ecstasy.

-

After a delay in arrival, you walked down the track in new clothes and Javi was right next to you with a hand on the small of your back. You were greeted by Julia, one of the new hires for the event.

“You must be Javi Gutierezz and Y/N Y/L/N. It’ll be a pleasure working with you.” She held her hand out and you both shook it one at a time.

“I’ve heard nothing but high regard for your work, which leads me to believe that this event will go perfectly fine.”

“It will. Now let’s get you to the car so we can discuss plans,” She was walking towards the large Mercedes V-Class that had Jaime and another man opening the doors for you three. She went in first and after you did with Javi helping you in the car. He followed suit and in there was a table with files everywhere. The doors closed and the two men got into the front of the car, the engine starting and you all taking off.

“Care for some champagne?” Julia asked as she pulled out the bottle and glasses.

“It’s happy hour somewhere,” Javi remarked as he took a glass. You did the same and Julia poured the champagne steadily so that it would not get on the table. She put the bottle back in the compartment and lifted her glass.

“To new partnerships.” You both raised your glasses as well.

“To new partnerships, and also new travels.” You added, and the three of you clinked your glasses and took a sip, enjoying what the high life brought you. You all put your glasses down and Julia got to work pulling all the files out in order.

“Okay. Here’s the floor plan that I made showing how many tables we can fit there. Given the guest list, we can fit 12 comfortably and up to 14 if needed.”

“Let’s stick with 12. I want all the guests to move around freely so that if they are drunk, they can’t bump into each other.” Julia nodded and crossed out the 14.

“Next line of business. Where do you want Brian Jackson to sit? The others I know are easy to place as you mapped out their chemistry but I’m not sure where Brian should be placed,”

“Place him at table 9. It’s close enough to the bar but still in everyone’s line of view as he has one of the best views of the water. He’ll want all the attention, so we should cater to that.” You pointed at table 9 right where Julia’s pencil was.

“I like your way of thinking.” Julia noted.

“And I like your execution,” You complimented back to which she smiled and got back to clearing off the list. “What’s next on the list?”

“The next item is where you two want to be seated. I could place you right in the middle or place you closer to the edge where the water is for when you both do your toast.”

“Where do you want to sit, Javi?”

“I prefer the water. I want the view since that’s what I’m paying for,”

“Fair enough. The last item on the list is where do you want Jaime to sit? I could have him sit at your table or nearby in the event that something happens. But I can ensure you that the security detail we have is top notch.”

“Jaime can sit with us. I’d feel better with him close by.” Julia nodded and checked that off her list.

“Okay, the tabling is all set and it’s just in time for us to arrive at the villa.” The car was rolling to a stop as you looked out from the tinted windows to see the beautiful villa Javi owned.

“When did you buy this?” You turned to look at him.

“I don’t remember. I think it was a birthday present or it could’ve been a Christmas gift for myself. I’m leaning towards the Christmas gift possibility.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.

“Give or take, how many homes do you own?”

“Possibly one in almost every country. I still haven’t gotten towards the Netherlands for property.” He put his finger on his face as though he was pretending to think.

“Well there’s no way you can live in them all in one lifetime.” The doors opened and you climbed out after Julia, waiting for Javi to follow.

“You’re right, I don’t. Most of those properties I converted into housing for the homeless since I realized donating to the countries was only going to get me but so far. I grew up with nothing, so this was my way of redeeming myself and giving back even with my business.” He climbed out of the car and you both started walking to the front door.

“I didn’t know that, actually. It never showed up in your file.” You admitted.

“I kept it hidden for a reason. Some of philanthropy I wanted for everyone to see but that, I wanted just for myself.” Jaime opened the door for you both.

“That’s sweet of you to do, really.” You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.” You, Julia, and Javi walked into the villa and you were immediately taken aback by the beauty of it all. The vines on the front of the house was enough to blow you away but the way they were brought inside made you smile. It had the timely feel of when you were faced with the dining room, an older chandelier with real candles hanging over the decadent table, already seeing that lunch was to be served. Countless paintings adorned on the walls, light curtains that allowed the sun to envelop the house in warm light, and with patios at every window, you were sure that you could enjoy a nice book right on the patio. You sat your purse down on the couch and took a seat, almost falling asleep from how comfortable it was.

“How big is this villa? Oh, thank you,” You thanked one of the servers who handed you a glass a water.

“Well there are two floors above this one, the second floor being the main bedrooms and the last floor being where the study and the main balcony is. And that’s not including the basement complete with a wine cellar.” He sat down right next to you as Julia and the other workers were preparing to get to work.

“And let me guess, that’s where you keep your prized wine collection?”

“You’re right my love.” He took your hand into his and squeezed it, rubbing his thumb over it.

“What are your plans for us today then?”

“Well, there is a garden in the back since I know you love the fresh herbs in food so you can pick some out. And the pool hasn’t been used yet so I was thinking we could make up for the last time we went swimming,” He whispered the last part in your ear, making chills rise up in you.

“We have work to do you know? It’s not all pleasure or else we would just be here by ourselves.”

“Business is necessary but you didn’t really think for one second that we were going to spend the whole time working now?” The mischievous grin that was on his face made you giggle.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few ideas.” He raised his eyebrow.

“We have work to do. We can have fun later,” You moved your hand away from his and got up, going over to the team to discuss more options for the party. He sighed before getting up, going to meet with Jaime to do his portion of the event but not before deciding on sneaking in a little something for tomorrow night.

“Julia, can you please put the two chairs near table 6? I know that George and Heidi are going to want to sit next to Francine and William.” You were in full speed, setting all the tables up as tomorrow was the night your party celebrating your role as a business partner as well as closing the deal with Brian Jackson was going to take place. You didn’t want to admit it, but all the time you spent studying everyone’s relationships and alliances paid off as you were sure that nothing would go awry at this event.

“Yes, boss!” Julia and the other man working alongside her were moving the chairs to the right corner when you felt someone’s arms snake around you.

“Have I told you how hot you look working?” His mouth was at the shell of your ear, and the little kiss he placed after he spoke made you melt further into him.

“I think you’ve told me that enough, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” You smiled as you could feel his slight stubble prickling at your cheek as he moved his head down to your shoulder.

“I’ll tell you that every day for the rest of my life.”

“Oh are you? As soon as I get up and I go to sleep?” You were joking, but the grip on your waist got tighter.

“I’ll tell you the minute you wake up, when we eat, when we’re working, when we relax, but especially before bed.” He let go of you, moving his head up and spun you around so you could face him.

“Well aren’t you the charmer,” You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. He was eager so deepening it took not much else as he would probably make out with you in front of everyone and not have a care in the world. But as much as you enjoyed getting lost into him, you pulled back to look at him.

“I have to get back to work since this is almost done, but dinner at 6?” He pouted a little, but he didn’t protest too much.

“Let’s make it a later one since you and I both know we’re not getting out until later.” The mischievous grin made you blush and roll your eyes.

“Javi, how are you this insatiable?”

“Because I’m with you so why would I ever get enough of you?”

“You’re so cheesy. Stop it.” You were smiling as you rested your forehead on his.

“If you didn’t like it I think this would’ve stopped a long time ago.”

“Okay, smartass.” You both laughed.

“I’ll leave you be. But we’ll have dinner at 8. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you later.” You kissed his cheek quickly but he pulled you back in for a real kiss. You were sure that another long kiss would commence but that was interrupted by Julia.

“Ehem,” She cleared her throat and you two pulled back. “The chairs are set but Giancarlo needs you to go over the dinner sets. He’s in the kitchen down the hall.”

“Thank you for letting me know. Tell him I’ll be with him in a minute.” You were rushed, wanting to get your alone time back with Javi. She nodded and walked off with some pep in her step.

“I think you should order me around like that.”

“Don’t I already do that?” You quirked up an eyebrow.

“No one likes a smartass,” He pretended to get serious.

“Are you copying me?” You mocked, fake offended.

“Maybe.”

“Of course you are. But go, amor. I’ll catch up to you a little later, I promise.” He nodded and kissed your one last time, walking to the car that was waiting for him.

-

You arrived back into your shared room with Javi a few hours later, laying out three outfits that you were stuck on deciding. Of course, Javi took the liberty of getting clothes for you in Italy when you told him that you would pack some for the trip, so now you were decided between two that he bought for you, and two you brought for yourself.

“Javi, I told you I was going to bring clothes to go out,” You called out as he was showering.

“But you’re in Italy. You have to get clothes from every place you visit.” He yelled from the shower. You shook your head and began trying the first one on, going into the mirror and loving what he picked out. It hugged you just enough for you to feel confident in it, but what you loved most was the fact that it had pockets that had a decent amount of depth to them, a small detail that you loved since it was hard to find dresses with pockets.

“I knew you would like that one.” He spoke as you didn’t realize he had gotten out of the shower and was just in a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

“It has pockets!” You exclaimed like a little kid, taking your phone and realizing that you could fit it in the pocket.

“Now you can have comfort and style, just the way you like,” Javi got closer to you and you were trying to not look him up and down. “Are you sure you want to make the reservation?” His hand was on your waist so suddenly.

“Javi, the more we push it for later the more likely we’re not going to eat.” You felt his other arm snake around you as he was now right behind you looking at you in the mirror.

“I have a few things to eat right here,”

“Javi, we are going out and then we can have fun later. I want to at least explore the city before we end up spending the rest of the trip in this room.” You moved his hands down and stayed firm, although you were decently close to through logic out the window.

“I understand my love. I’ll get dressed and then we can go out, I promise.” He gave you a warm smile and went into the adjacent closet to pick out one of his suits. You tried on the rest of the clothes, modeling them and all but the first one was the one for you. How did he know your style so well you wouldn’t know, but you appreciated the sentiment and got ready for dinner.

-

Walking along the streets of Italy was blissful. Rich orange, cotton candy pink swirling around to create the picturesque photos you would only dream of seeing once in a lifetime. Not a cloud in the sky, seeing the sun fall and the moon rise as each minute passes, walking near the fountain as other couples were standing near. You pulled on Javi’s arm to move closer as you loved the lights on the bottom. You let go of him to bend down slightly and put your hand in the water, seeing all the coins that were on the bottom.

“You should put this in your backyard. I’m sure they can make a replica of this,” You noted, thinking about the space that was in his backyard that could possibly fit another house if he wanted to.

“You can tell them whatever you want, cielo. If you want it, I’ll get it for you.” He rubbed the small of your back as you rose back up. You got an idea, pulling out your wallet and pulling out two coins. You handed him one and you kept the other in your hand.

“Make a wish.”

“What could I possibly wish for?”

“Anything. The first thought, just kiss the coin and throw it into the fountain. I’ll count down from 3. You ready?” He nodded and you both closed your eyes. You thought about what you wanted and smiled when it came to mind. “3, 2, 1. Toss!” You exclaimed before you quickly kissed it and threw it into the fountain. You saw that he did the same and you were happy, a little bit of the two of you now making your mark here.

“What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” You pouted.

“Of course you say that,” He rolled his eyes as he took your hand in his and began walking down the street to the restaurant.

“It’s true!”

“Sure it is.” You playfully hit his chest as you both laughed. You clung to him a little, seeing that the sunset was fading out and the night sky was illuminating so brightly, the crystal stars mesmerizing you. You couldn’t help but stare, to take it all in as you were so busy that you missed out on the little things.

“I’m enjoying this, Javi. Are you?”

“I always enjoy times like these. They’re perfect no matter what we do.” You looked at him, feeling your heart swell as you were enamored by how he was. His looks impressed you, but his heart? A heart of gold that was not so hardened by this life. He reserved this time for you, to cater to you, to be who you needed and deserved. You knew from research that he only went out for a party, not for dates like these. It was the little things that he did for you, and the big things that made you feel that this was not a waste of time. Walking down the streets of Italy at night, of course with Jaime not too far behind, enjoying this time before business began the next day, it was whimsical, magical even. You would live in this moment forever if you could, to have time stop and no worries floating through your mind. Just you, your lover, and the streets of Italy to your fantasy. And it only got better from there when you saw that you were right in front of the restaurant. But, you saw that no one was inside.

“Did you buy out the restaurant, Javi?”

“Yes. I want us to enjoy our five course meal without having to wait. Besides, I want to hear you speak too without having to yell.” He led you inside and from there, the architecture, the painting, the brick walls, the ambiance of it all was what took you aback. A fairytale that only got sweeter with every page as you were seated right in the middle of the dining area, Javi letting go to pull out your seat for you.

“After you,” He winked at you as you sat down, placing your purse on the opposite chair. He rushed over to sit at the opposite chair and Jaime was seated further away as he was serviced too. Soon the waitress came over, wine in tow.

“Hi. Welcome to Pane e Salame. My name is Vittoria and I will be serving you tonight. Here is a bottle of Schiava to get you both started. The appetizers will be out soon.” You both nodded and said thank you as she left.

“Is everything made already?”

“It should be. I called this in before we flew in so that they had time to prepare. I want this to be as smooth as possible.” He opened the bottle with the bottle opener and poured you both a glass.

“It already is, and you’ve done so much for me already. This trip, the date, the event tomorrow. Everything has been so perfect that I can’t believe that it’s even happening. It means so much to me, more than I can explain,” You could already feel tears threatening to come up but you managed to hold it together.

“One day you’ll understand why I have done so much. I’ll prove it to you every day but this,” He pointed between you both. “This is what makes me happy.” He took his glass and you took yours.

“What do you want to drink to?”

“To us, our empire, and mostly, to making this night last for as long as we can.” He raised his glass with a smile.

“I can drink to that.” You smiled back and raised yours.

“Alla salute.” He toasted as he clinked his glass with yours. You said it back and both drank at the same time, the rich wine simmering down nicely as you knew that you would only want imported wine from now on.

As dinner passed and countless meals were served, the night was nearing an end and all you and Javi were doing were talking as if you had not seen each other in years. Plans for the future, what you both loved to do, opening up, it was endless between you two. You were on cloud 9, not wanted to get off any time soon. You noticed that after his sip of the wine he shifted in his seat, his face growing rather serious.

“I have to tell you something.” He was looking at you, but there was a little bit of fear in his eyes.

“Is it something bad?” You hoped not, as this would ruin everything in place.

“No, no! Nothing bad, I just wanted to wait to tell you until tomorrow but I can’t wait anymore.” He shuffled in his seat once more which made worry settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Well, what did you want to tell me?” You tried to even out your voice, but your nervousness was getting the best of you.

“I know we’ve been together for a little bit of time now, but I realized that I fell in love with you. I never thought that I would find the one, especially in this line of business, but I love you so much, mi amor. I wanted to take you out rather than tell you any other time because this is big for me, big for us.” He took your hand in his, squeezing it as tears were welling up in your eyes.

“And here I am happy that I decided on waterproof makeup,” You joked as you wiped your eyes with your free hand. “I love you too Javi. I’m in this because it feels right and I know I’m making the right decision by being with you. And I’m not letting you go, not now, not ever.” You squeezed his hand back. He leaned up to kiss you and you did the same, not caring that your light tears made the kiss a little salty as it didn’t compare to how sweet this moment was between the two of you. You both leaned back to sit back down, just in time for dessert.

“Do you both want a picture?” The waitress asked as she set down the lava cake. Javi looked at you and you nodded, wanting just one photo for the occasion.

“One should be good.” He handed the waitress the portable camera he carried in his pants pocket and you both leaned over the table, smiling right at the camera as she counted down. The flash went off and she handed the camera back to Javi before going back to her station.

“It’s a good photo. The only photos we have are when I’m sleeping on you.” He handed you the camera so that you could see.

“I love it. Should we get it framed for the bedroom?”

“We should. I think it’ll look good back home. But for now, let’s get to dessert,” He picked up his fork and dug in, his sweet tooth never failing to make you laugh.

“Save me some please,” You put the camera down and picked up the fork, taking a bite of the savory food.

“Better get in what you can.” He was already halfway done with his size. You knew that he would eat more of it than you but that was okay. You were happy, in love with the man that made you feel special, and you were in beautiful Italy. Nothing could change what you felt now because you knew that everything would be okay, that as long as you both were on this journey together, you would have each other’s backs through it all.

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Faithie’s Rant Corner:

Ok hear me out here guys…

This scene of Javi G at the ending of TMWOUT is totally a older Marcus P look alike moment. Like Javi looks like an older Marcus P at the end there. You can’t change my mind about this. The moment I saw it in theaters this is what I thought about.