#javi g x female reader

[prolix-yuy]

On the Right Flight

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Summary: A long flight with a gorgeous neighbor takes a hard turn when you get on his favorite subject - Nicholas Cage.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, allusions to sex, PiV sex, brief hint of voyeurism, lots of fantasizing, we are Looking Disrespectfully, plenty of sweetness dumped on top.

Notes: I had the worst writers block for this, but then went on a plane and remembered all the fun/not fun things about flying. Plus traveling for the holidays would be greatly improved with a dose of Javi.

I apologize for one moment and one moment only in this story. You'll know what I mean when you get there.

Cross-posted on AO3

For once, you pray to the gods of airline transportation, let there be no one in the window seat.

It’s futile, you know. It’s LA to Boston and you’ve never seen an empty seat, but you’re hoping that this one time you’ll get a little respite. You’re already fed up with having to pay extra for an emergency row seat, no other options left on the only flight that gets you to your parents in time. Then the dread of endless questions about your work (fine), love life (dismal) and future plans (???) just adds to your crankiness. It’s the holidays, you’re going home, and you could use a holiday miracle. 

At least the expansive legroom is a plus.

You like LA, but no snow in December is weird. Growing up in places where snowfall is a guarantee makes you miss it all the more when towering evergreens are carted into the Grove and fake snow looks strangely post-apocalyptic against a 75 degree sunny day. It doesn’t feel right without the tip of your nose being perpetually cold and a scarf devouring you from shoulder to chin. 

Plus you still have a handful of presents to get, and the anticipation of a long flight is making you antsy about your procrastination. There are still a couple days, but one present has eluded you this year and you’re getting desperate.

“Excuse me.”

A polite voice, Spanish accented, lifts over the murmurs and rumbles of the plane. Your heart sinks briefly.

“Sorry, is this your seat?” you ask, sliding your shoulder bag out of the way before getting a good look at the man waiting in the aisle.

And you do get a good look.

A long one.

Probably uncomfortably long.

But holy hell he’s gorgeous.

He definitely doesn’t belong in coach, and if the cogs in your brain could turn at all you might have asked him if he was in the right aisle, but instead you numbly stare as he steps around your knees. He nods with a tight smile, tucking his elbows and broad shoulders as he squashes into the small window seat. Against the dull beige and navy of the walls and seats he’s a cream and maroon dream, a lightweight striped jacket barely zipped over a white shirt. Tan chinos hug his thick thighs as he twists to find the seat belt, a tiny slip of his tan stomach peeking out. You look up desperately at the flight attendant, whose expression is almost as shocked as yours, before settling back into your seat. 

Six and a half hours next to this golden god might actually be a Christmas miracle, but not one you’d ever dream to wish for.

You follow basic plane etiquette, pretending he isn’t there as you arrange your belongings just how you like them. Without a seat directly in front of you most of your supplies remain stuffed in your bag - a bottle of water, your iPad loaded with movies and tv shows, snacks easily in reach, headphones at the ready. You do sneak a peek at your seatmate’s luscious caramel curls, the intriguing curve of his nose, the perfect dip above his chin where pursed lips tempt.

Stop it, you scold yourself, you’re not in a goddamn Hallmark movie.

“Sorry,” comes that rich voice again, heavily apologetic as he waves to get your attention. Pretending you just noticed him - very smooth, you praise yourself - you turn and nod with your best people-pleaser smile. “I am not sure how to make all this work,” he sighs, mouth downturned and brow knitted. A wild gesture to the lack of a tray table, or entertainment display, makes you bite back a smile.

Hot and hopeless? Oh no.

“The tray is in the armrest, you have to flip it out. Same for the TV screen. The headphone jack is here,” you indicate quietly, though your elderly aisle neighbor is not paying much attention, “and you can plug in your phone here,” you add, tapping at the ports in the armrest. His face lights up, then falls when he fails to have the correct cable. You’re not normally this forward with someone you just met, but there’s something about the fish out of water routine that’s making you bold.

“Here, you can share mine, I won’t need it much for the flight,” you offer, fishing the other end of your cord out of your bag. The man’s face breaks into relief - you’ve never seen so many expressions in such a short time - before he thanks you over and over. It makes heat tingle at the tips of your ears and the back of your neck.

“You must think I am quite foolish,” he murmurs when he finally settles into his seat, wincing at the stiffness. 

“Don’t fly coach much?” you ask, fighting your smirk when he throws up his hands, the gesture too big for the tiny space he’s occupying.

“Can you believe every plane was booked for two weeks? My assistant barely got me on this one!” he groans, and the tiniest part of you loves the plight of an obvious mucky-muck living like the plebeians. His face turning to you, capturing you in an intensely focused gaze, dries out your mouth.

“You are laughing,” he states, more incredulity heaped on. You can’t help the smile and snort that eke out of your unwilling mouth.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…you gotta know how silly that sounds,” you say, flight attendants beginning safety demonstrations in the aisle. You lower your voice further. “My assistant had to book me in coach because it’s three days before Christmas, oh the humanity!” 

For a moment you’re nervous you’ve offended him, the blank expression he pins you with making you fiddle with your fingers. Then he covers his face, a thick gold pinky ring only adding to the ridiculousness of the situation.

“You are right, I sound like the worst sort of person. My apologies, I will try to be a better seat-mate.” You shake your head, waving your hand at his apology before settling back into the seat. “I’m Javi, by the way,” he says, and you give him your name in return. He repeats it back to you, along with another few apologies, before leaning over to finish settling himself for the flight. The plane begins taxing, and the telltale rumble of the jets lulls you into closing your eyes. 

Your right arm is warm, pressed against something amazingly comfortable. Considering snuggling into it, you’re shocked awake remembering you’re on a plane and you’ve accidentally slumped against the golden man - Javi’s - arm. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, straightening, but he only smiles (holy shit can he get more attractive?) and shrugs.

“We are all on this plane together, what is a little touch?” he whispers back before returning to scrolling through an iPad. His is bigger, the nice pro version that’s almost the size of an actual computer. You begin to settle back into your plane nap when a hefty list of titles flash by.

“That’s a lot of Nic Cage,” you comment sotto voce, the rumble and white noise of the plane keeping your conversation relatively private. Javi looks at you blankly, one eyebrow quirked.

“He is my favorite actor,” he says, and the seriousness of this statement bleats a little laugh from your lips. This furrows his brow further, though his eyes do dart to your mouth briefly.

“Sorry, it’s not funny, it’s just…serendipity,” you say, adding more confusion to Javi’s face. You wave your hands, centering yourself.

“You celebrate Christmas?” you ask, and he nods, confused. “Okay, so every Christmas I’ve got this tradition with my sister. It all started one year when she said she didn’t like Nic Cage movies.”

“How could she dislike one of the greatest actors in film history?” Javi interrupts, now half perched in his seat and animated, hands flying. It makes you lose your train of thought, those soft brown eyes now shockingly sharp. You swallow once before continuing.

“I don’t think she hates him or anything, she just thinks he’s silly, and plays a lot of goofy roles.” At this Javi flops back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his face. The dramatics are making you giddy, a frenetic energy barely contained in your body as you try not to disturb the quiet travelers surrounding you.

“Has she never seen Raising Arizona? Con Air?” he interrogates, counting several more movies you didn’t even know he was in. Shrugging, you watch his face fall.

“She got through Ghost Rider and Face/Off before she called it quits,” you say, shoulders shaking at the exasperation rolling off his broad ones. 

“Please don’t tell me you feel the same,” Javi pleads. You shake your head.

“He’s made some…questionable choices, but I unironically love Lord of War, and National Treasure is just fun to watch,” you say, the flight attendants starting beverage service. 

“Thank goodness,” he grumbles, folding up his iPad to have enough space. The flight attendant moves to take drink orders, a professional smile following, “Something for you?”

“Champagne,” Javi says, almost off-hand, which shoots the flight attendant’s eyebrows up to his hairline. Warmed by conversation, you test a tease.

“You’re not in first class anymore, Toto, try a vodka.” Javi’s cheeks pink, but he does order a vodka soda instead. You begin to order a ginger ale when Javi interrupts.

“No no, it’s a long flight, you should have a drink too,” he says, the confused flight attendant’s eyes darting between your conversation.

“Oh no, that’s all right…”

“You drink, yes?”

“I do.”

“Then you should have a drink.”

“I, uh…”

Javi addresses the flight attendant directly, and where embarrassment radiated off him before is now confidence.

“She’ll have a drink on me,” he says definitively, and when he catches your eye there’s a sweet smile that makes your heart pound. “You should have a drink with me.”

Moments later you’re sipping on your own vodka soda and the flight attendant is giving you an approving nod as he moves on to the next row. 

“So your sister does not like Nic…” Javi prompts, your story brought back to the forefront sharply. 

“Yes, right! So after she told me this, I was looking for her Christmas present and found this ridiculous pillow on Amazon that I had to get her. It’s sequins, and when you brush them a certain way…”

“...you can see a photo of Nic,” Javi finishes, to your surprise. “I have the same one.”

“Get out, you do not!” you reprimand, the vodka starting to warm your blood and loosen your tongue. 

“I do! It’s part of my collection.”

“You have a collection?!”

The next half hour is spent slowly sipping your drink and enjoying the hell out of Javi’s extensive Nic Cage collection, complete with photos. The wax statue is a little much, but the golden guns are pretty badass. You’re half distracted with Javi’s proximity, leaned in to flip through his photos, shoulder to shoulder. Tart orange peel and the clean musk of some expensive cologne engulfs your senses. Add the relaxing effects of the booze and you’re actively trying not to cuddle up to this stranger with an insane amount of movie memorabilia. 

“But you have not told me what your sister and Nic have to do with Christmas?” Javi finally says, leaning back in his seat and finishing his drink. 

“Okay, okay, so after that first Christmas it’s a tradition every year. I get her some silly Nic Cage thing, she pretends to get mad about it, and we all have a good laugh. So far it’s been the pillow, a shirt, a mug, and a really awful coloring book.” Javi shakes his head and laughs, catching the flight attendant’s eye to bring another round of drinks. You’re pretty sure that’s not how it works in coach, but Javi’s charisma gets him two nips and two glasses of ice palmed to him surreptitiously. If only you had that charm.

“So what is the gift this year? Pants? Shoelaces?” he teases, pouring your drinks. 

“That’s the problem! I haven’t found it yet! I’ve looked everywhere for the perfect gift and I am coming up empty!” You slump back in your seat, accepting the second drink with a wry smile. “I’m gonna break my streak.”

“I may be able to help you with that,” Javi says with a sly little smile, looking at you over the top of his cup. 

“Something out of your collection? I’m sure you’ve got some fun things in there you’re not showing me,” you say, altitude and alcohol making that come out flirtier than you expected. 

“Even better. I know Nic,” he says, beginning a standoff between your incredulous face and his smug one.

“You’re joking.”

“I wrote a screenplay, he was the lead. We’re good friends.”

You have to bury your mouth in your elbow to keep from screeching like a pterodactyl.

“You’re fucking with me, really?”

“He came and stayed at my home. He’s an incredible man - talented, kind, humble, funny. I could call him up the second we land and have him record something for your sister. It would be the ultimate gift.” 

You have to admit, that would be incredible. A personalized message from Nic Cage himself? Your sister would shit a brick. You would win Christmas for sure. 

“And what would you want in return for being my Christmas miracle?” you ask, but Javi only shakes his head good-naturedly.

“Only the pleasure of your company,” he says breezily. You scoff at that.

“I don’t think my company is quite worth that.”

“I do.”

The air thickens around you, not daring to look up and see what expression Javi is wearing. Instead you let your finger run the circuit of your cup rim, hot flashes bursting along your collar. Your heartbeat thuds with twin thoughts - yes yes yes and not worthy. 

Some air would probably do you good. You excuse yourself to the restroom and lock the door firmly behind you. 

The tiny plastic sink is grounding under your hands, the hum of alcohol in your blood receding. A glance at yourself in the mirror makes you grimace - disheveled, tired eyes, rumpled loungewear that suits plane travel but not handsome strangers chatting you up. You splash a little water on your face, fortifying yourself for the return to your seat. Anyways, Javi’s out of your league, fun only because you’re trapped in a plane together. He clearly has money or comes from money, and once outside this pressurized tube you’d never be able to hold a candle to the life he has. 

So stop fucking fantasizing about what you would do if he opened that door right now and joined you in this tiny bathroom. If he’d be soft and sweet, plying you with passionate kisses as he lifted you to balance on the edge of the sink. Or maybe those flashes of focus you kept glimpsing were signs of a man who would fuck you hard and fast, time a factor but attentive to your pleasure. Would he urge you to bite down on his shoulder to muffle your cries before he spills his seed on your inner thighs?

Are you fucking rhyming now?

Sighing, you open the door and run almost directly into the man himself, a sheepish smile on his face. Your face is on fire, nodding and smiling as you pass in the tiny space outside the bathroom. Returning to your seat you try to center yourself, but a tap on your arm directs you to your forgotten aisle neighbor. She smiles conspiratorially.

“He’s single,” she says simply, eyes sparkling, and you share a secret giggle at her wingmanning your chance encounter. “And he’s clearly interested, trust me. If you don’t get his number you’ll be kicking yourself later,” she adds before going back to her show. Javi returns soon after, a few wet trails in his hair and a fresh face.

“It is not so bad in coach,” he muses, pulling out his iPad and opening up his library. 

“Even without the champagne?” you toss back, getting your own entertainment set up. The distance beginning to grow between you dampens your mood, fingers uncertain as they fiddle with the tech. 

“Even without the champagne,” Javi sighs back with a wink. He scrolls through and settles on something before looking up at you, lips parted around a question. You wait with baited breath.

“Do you…want to watch a movie with me?” he asks tentatively. “I was going to watch a favorite of mine, if you want me to AirDrop it to you?”

Heart fluttering but trying to keep your cool, you nod. “What movie?”

“Paddington 2.”

After all the Nic Cage talk, this takes you by surprise.

“I’ve never seen it.”

Javi’s face breaks out in joy.

“Then we have to watch it.”

How could you say no to that smile?

Syncing pressing play, you both settle in to watch the children’s movie. It’s honestly really good, Javi occasionally leaning over to whisper commentary in your ear. The tickle of his breath against the baby hairs along your nape is a delicious shudder you savor. 

After Paddington 2, it’s airline lunch, which Javi pokes at with an mistrusting face. You share some snacks between you as he queues up National Treasure, “the perfect movie for flying,” which leads you to debate whether that title should belong to Con Air.

It’s halfway through the movie (which still stands up after all these years) when your eyelids begin to pull, settling deeper into your uncomfortable seat. Javi peeks through his lashes, sliding a little closer.

“If you would like to close your eyes, you can lean on me,” he says with gentle hesitancy. 

“Don’t want to be a bother,” you protest, a yawn interrupting further thoughts. Javi gives you that soft smile you don’t feel worthy of receiving.

“What is a little touch between friends?” he says, an echo of his previous sentiment.

Everything, you think to yourself before resting your head against his warm shoulder. 

You dream of Javi between your legs in the plane bathroom, holding you tight to his chest as he fills you with his cock. He is whispering movie trivia to you, punctuating his thrusts with facts your mind can’t grip. Legs spread wide, head bumping against the mirror behind you, he pushes you higher and higher, hips snapping into your core. The door opens - Nic Cage pokes his head in, asking Javi about changes to a script. Javi pulls back to talk to him as he keeps fucking you senseless, swapping ideas as your orgasm hovers on the precipice. He turns back to your pleading face before absentmindedly licking his thumb and pressing it on your clit.

“Want to watch her cum, Nic?” he asks, your eyes rolling back in your head. 

A jolt of turbulence shocks you awake, your body in unbalanced arousal from that confusing dream. A wide palm strokes along your forearm, Javi’s rumbling hum right next to your ear.

“It is okay, conejita,” he murmurs, your mind blearily taking in how far you’ve leaned on him, his hand on your arm, his mouth moving against the crown of your head. “Only a few bumps, you can sleep.”

“What’s conny…” you mumble, but close your eyes at his urging. He breathes a puff of air into your scalp.

“You twitch your nose when you’re sleeping, like a bunny,” he says, hand slowing to only his thumb caressing your skin. Humming in response, you slip back under, thankfully into a dreamless sleep. 

You’re not sure how long it’s been when you finally rise, neck stiff and fingers tingling. Javi’s watching something in black and white, a man and a woman having an animated conversation. Straightening up, you wipe the corner of your mouth and pray you didn’t drool. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Javi teases, “they said we should be landing in an hour.” The rapidly approaching deadline makes you wish you hadn’t passed out, even if it was the most comfortable you’ve ever been on a plane. You want to ask Javi more about himself, the life he leads, the movies he loves. But the flight attendants are making the rounds, stilling your tongue. This is only a chance meeting, nothing more. 

The landing is smooth and uneventful, both of you watching the Boston skyline come into view. You ask Javi if he’s ever been before and when he responds in the negative you point out popular landmarks, the Leonard Zakim Bridge the easiest to spot.

De-boarding is always a mess, but with the extra legroom it’s easy to get your carry-on out quickly. Javi helps you get it down, pulling his own out as well. You stand and stretch your legs, admiring how Javi's shirt pulls across his back while he packs his belongings. 

With nods and smiles and “thank yous” said on the way out, you’re free from the tight confines and in the open air of Logan. It’s nothing fancy, but it feels like homecoming whenever you enter the familiar airport. 

“Walk you to baggage claim?” you ask, Javi’s expression blooming from uncertainty to agreement. You savor the last dregs of conversation, Javi telling you he’s visiting family friends on the Cape for a few weeks. The time to part is nearing, but you don’t know what you want to ask. For his email? His number? Could you really ask for anything?

Bags in hand and a man in a suit with a printed “Gutierrez” sign looking pointedly at Javi, you finally square up to your unlikely friend.

“Thanks for a fun flight, I can’t say I’ve had a better one,” you start, Javi waving his hands in protest.

“A pleasure for me as well.” The awkwardness mounts as Javi’s driver fidgets impatiently. Girding yourself, you speak.

“I should probably…”

“I need your number.”

Javi’s blurted out request stops your goodbye, eyes widening. His do too as he stumbles to explain, fishing his phone out of his pocket.

“For the video! From Nic. For your sister. I promised, didn’t I? And you were very good company, I must keep up my side of the deal,” he rushes out, flushing high in his cheeks. You couldn’t stop beaming if you tried.

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re gonna help me win Christmas for sure,” you say, typing your number into his phone. Relief dances in his eyes as you hand the phone back, sending a quick “It’s Javi” text to you. “You only have three days to get it, though, you’re on the clock.” 

“Nic will come through, I know it,” he says, hands wrapping around your upper arms. He hesitates, then pulls you into a hug that blocks out the sweat and grime and frustration of the world around you. Orange peel and warmth fill your nostrils, and you hug him back, face tucking under the light scruff of his jaw. He holds you for longer than you expect but just long enough to know you’ll miss being hugged like this.

“Take care, conejita,” he says, watching you over his shoulder as he leaves. You wait for him to be out of sight before heading on your way.

Christmas morning, after all the presents are opened, coffee is drunk and cheer is spread, you pair your phone to your parent’s TV and play a video message.

“Hi Clara, this is Nic Cage. My friend Javi told me you were one of my biggest fans. Now I don’t know if you can compete with him, but if he says so I have to think it’s at least a little bit true. So to my biggest fan, Merry Christmas, happy holidays, happy new year, and if you’re ever nearby I owe you a photo, a handshake, and some thanks for all your support. Take care.”

Your sister is in stitches, laughing on the floor and interrogating you about how you pulled it off. For now, your lips are sealed. 

The other video message, sent right after, you keep as your own Christmas present. 

“I told you he would come through, conejita! Merry Christmas, I hope you are spending it with the ones you love. Maybe we will be on the same flight back to LA and I will get to see you again? Or...ah, I have no plans for New Years…and you know, it’s bad luck to start the new year without a kiss. If you…would like to be mine, this year, maybe I can take you out. Yes. I would like to take you out. Please. If you want. Okay, let me…let me know. Okay, bye.”

You would very much like that.

END

Part 2: A Bearable Weight

[musings-of-a-rose]

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

For You

Pairing: Javi G x ofc Ally

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Th-thank you, miss…"

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

"I-"

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

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

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

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

Javi can't stop thinking about her all week. 

—----

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

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

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

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

"Hi Ally. Got anything new today?"

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

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

"What?"

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

His eyebrows pull together. "Aids?"

"Hearing aids. Did you not see them?"

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

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

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

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

—----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah I think so."

"That's the Scorpius constellation."

"Really?"

"No idea."

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

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

[Signed]”Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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[mirasantidotes]

Messy Annotations - Chapter 1

(GIFs not mine)

Read chapter 2 here

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

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

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

Word Count: 3.2K

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

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

(Divider by saradika)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theewokingdead]

Yes (Javi G x F!Reader)

Pairing: Javi G (TUWOMT) x f!Reader Summary: You and Javi wait for the results of an at-home pregnancy test. Word Count: 1.7k+ Rating: Teen. Though this fic isn’t explicit, my blog is 18+ only. Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.  Notes: I think this is the first time I came up with and wrote a fic all in one day lol. Enjoy this fluff fest and join me in all the dad!Javi G feels.

Main Masterlist

Wait ten minutes, you read on the little pamphlet before setting it down on the vanity. Ten minutes. No big deal. What’s ten minutes after waiting a week for your period?

A fucking eternity.

Your heartbeat creeps into your throat, and you fear you might choke on it.

Just breath, you tell yourself. You can do this.

Hunched over, clutching the marble vanity, you take a deep breath…but it’s not enough. Despite its grand size, the walls of the master bathroom are closing in on you. A wave of nausea washes over you as your vision tunnels and your body tingles. Everything magnifies. The lights are blinding and the slight drip from the sink faucet is deafening.

No… You can’t do this.

Pushing yourself away from the vanity, you turn and open the door that connects to the bedroom, searching for air, for a distraction, for anything. A figure whips around to see you as soon as you enter the room, making you freeze.

“Javi!”you breath in surprise. You thought he was in his study, working on his latest screenplay, wanting to spare him the stress of waiting for the results of the test.

“Did you take it?” he immediately questions, the anxiety clear in his voice.

“I-yeah,” is all you can manage to say, trying to process what’s happening.

“What did it say? Is it positive? Can I see?” He moves past you to walk into the bathroom, but immediately turns back. “No. I can’t. I’m too nervous. What did it say?!”

“It didn’t say anything,” you reply. “I only just took it, and it takes ten minutes to show the results.”

“Ten minutes?! Ay, Dios Mío!” He places a hand on his chest. “My heart is beating so fast. I think I need to sit down.” Seeming like he may be sick, he moves over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge.

You fold your arms and hug them closely to your body. You feared he’d freak out. Why did I even tell him that I’m late?

“It’s okay if you want to leave,” you assure him.  “You don’t have to stay. You don’t have to have any part in this…if you don’t want to.”

Javi looks up at you, brows knitted together, the eyes beneath them shining with a love that burns from within. “What? You really think I don’t want to be a part of this?” he questions, sounding hurt by your inference. He rises to your feet and walks to you, then clasps your shoulders, his large hands warm and comforting. “Of course, I want to be a part of this! I mean, I’m already a part of this, aren’t I?” He pulls back and tilts his head. “Unless this happened because of some sort of…divine intervention.”

You hang your head to hide a smile. “No. Of course not.”

“Good.” He lets go. “So we just wait then?”

You nod, and he turns away. Silence falls between you.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak, though you’re unsure why. Maybe it’s shame, facing a pregnancy when you’re not even engaged let alone married. Or perhaps it’s guilt, feeling as though you’re trapping him. A tear falls down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Oh, dulzura. No, no.” Javi returns to you, this time pulling you into a hug. “Don’t be sorry. Why be sorry?”

Shaking your head, you push him away. “I don’t know,” you admit, trying to make sense of all the thoughts in your head. “The timing feels horrible. You just started your next screenplay with Nic, and I know you’re under a lot of stress with that. You don’t need something like this occupying your mind or holding you back.”

“Something like this?” he questions. “Mi amor… Look at me.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “I have a confession.”

Your heart slams against your chest as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

Javi moves his hand to your cheek. “Do you remember when we were watching the Academy Awards together and I told you that one of my biggest dreams is to win an Oscar for Screenwriting?” he questions.

Yes. Of course, you remember… Cuddling on the couch. The way he looked like a little kid while spewing random facts about which awards Nic Cage and his movies had been nominated for in the past. Cheering on his favorite nominees and yelling when the ones he disliked won. Crying at the sweetest acceptance awards. It was one of your favorite date nights.

“I lied to you,” Javi admits. “It was a lie. Well, it wasn’t technically a lie because it is one of my dreams, just not my biggest. My biggest dream is to have a family. To share kids with the love of my life…it would be a magical experience. Not always an easy one, I know, but I can’t imagine a future without having a family of my own.”

Instantly, you melt. “Oh, Javi,” you sigh. “Why have you never told me that?”

His hand slips from your face, and he seems ashamed. “Because I am a coward,” he responds.

“You aren’t a coward.”

“I am,” he states, nodding. He walks away, his hands on his hips as he looks down at the ground. “I never allow myself to have what my heart wants because I’m afraid of failing.”

“You’re doing perfectly, Javi,” you reassure him. “At everything.”

“But who’s to say I can do good at this? I…I don’t know how to be a father, and there’s no script for parenting. I know I’m not much of a better man than my father, and I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to be an old man, alone on my deathbed, guilty of what kind of father I was, but refusing to make things right.”

“That won’t happen,” you assure him. You close the gap between the two of you, laying one hand on his chest, the other reaching up to touch his face, feeling his thick facial hair. “I may not have known your father, but I know you, and I’m certain you will make an amazing father. Yes, you may be stubborn and sometimes extremely difficult”-you offer him a smile-“but you are also very kind and compassionate. I have no idea how to be a parent either…but I’m willing to learn.”

Javi looks at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes, filled with hope and wonder. “With me?”

“No, with God,” you jest. “Yes, with you, silly.”

“Oh, good,” he chuckles. “Because I want to do this with you. You will make a phenomenal mother. You already take such good care of me.”

You giggle but it quickly fades. You look down at the hand on his shirt. “Listen, Javi, truth… The reason I didn’t test sooner, that I didn’t even bring it up when I first suspected it, was because… Well, I’m scared too. I’m afraid that, no matter the results, our entire relationship will change. That it will change the way you feel about me. I don’t want to mess up what we have.”

“I don’t want to lie to you, querida. It does change everything,” he admits freely. “But not for worse. If anything, this has made me see just how much I love you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve always wanted to. I’ve just been too paralyzed by fear – doubts – that someone as beautiful and perfect as you would want to spend the rest of their life with me. Everyday I’m worried that I’m living in a fantasy world, and one day I’ll wake up, and you’ll be gone.”

You’re shocked by his admission. Looking deeply into his eyes, you place your hands on either side of his cheeks and say, “Javi Gutierrez. When is it going to sink into that enormous head of yours that you are a wonderful man who I love more than anything else, and – should you ask me to - I’d be honored to spend my life with you?”

His eyes widen, and a ridiculously happy smile appears on his face. “Really?”

You nod. “Really.”

“Maybe I, uh… Maybe I should ask you to then?”

“Maybe you should,” you respond, smiling. You bite your lower lip, remembering what brought you here in the first place. “But not now. It’s not the right time.”

“No?” he questions, confused.

“No.”

“No. Yes, no. You’re right. Now’s not the right time.” He’s silent, his eyebrows screwed up as he looks at you. After a moment, he questions, “How about now?”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, wondering if he’s forgotten about the test. “No, Javi. But I… I think it’s about time to check the test.”

“Oh, yeah. Right. The test. No, go. I cannot look.”

You nod, then turn and walk toward the bathroom.

“Mi vida, wait.”

You turn back to him, watching as he steps up to you.

“No matter what the test says, no matter what happens next… I love you. I love you unconditionally and nothing will change that.”

Beaming, you respond. “I love you, too.”

He nods, encouraging you to go, which you do. Walking up to the vanity, you pick up the small plastic stick sitting on it. It shakes as you hold it in your trembling hand, but you see that the little clock on the display screen has turned into a word - a word so simple yet capable of changing the course of your life.

A million emotions rushing through you, you step back out into the bedroom, your eyes fixed on the letters as your brain tries to process what it means.

“Well?” Javi prods.

“It’s…positive.”

You look up at him, watching the realization wash over his face. He releases a breath, his eyes wet with tears.

“Really?” His mouth twists into a bright smile after speaking the words, flashing nearly all of his teeth.

“Yeah. Really,” you reply, beaming. Your voice is shaky, filled with tears. “You’re going to be a father, Javi.”

You hold out the test, and Javi looks down, uttering an excited, “Oh, wow!” as he gazes at the word staring back at him: YES. He’s in absolute awe.

Unexpectedly, he looks up at you, then tosses his arms around your back, picking you up and spinning you around. Your arms instinctively wrap tightly around his neck, holding onto him.

“Javi!” you exclaim, laughing as tears of joy start to stream down your face.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, setting you back down and unwrapping his arms, as though he’s afraid of breaking you. “I’m sorry, my vida. I’ll be more careful. I just cannot contain my excitement! You just made me the happiest man alive!”

Your arms remain wrapped around his neck, and you move to press your lips to his. He finally holds you once more, this time less tightly. One of your hands reaches up, allowing your fingers to run through his curls. Pulling back, you demand, “Ask me, Javi. Ask me what you wanted to ask.”

Without missing a beat, he asks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

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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!!

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PAIRING: Javi G x f!reader

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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.

[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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[musings-of-a-rose]

Hi…uhm so your last Javi G fic the fun times on the airplane one? Is there a part two where he holds true to his promise?

First Class Love Part 2

Pairing: Javi G x f!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 4500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I looked up luxury hotels in Singapore and damn there’s SO MANY! So I’m making my own as a mix of them all. Seriously, go google luxury hotel suites in Singapore. This is not beta read.

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The plane lands and we’re in the car that was waiting for us, other people worrying about our luggage. We arrive at The Palm Leaf, one of Singapore’s exclusive hotels that caters to its wealthy guests. This place is…breathtaking. It somehow combines what I call “rich people minimalist decor” with Singapore’s culture. Splashes of color burst from areas where you’d least expect, tropical plants artfully placed, not a brown leaf on any of them. We bypass the front desk, an employee rushing out to greet Javi and escort us to our rooms where our luggage is waiting. Wait, did he say rooms? As in plural?

We step off the elevator into a short hallway with matching decor, only 6 doors in the entire hallway, 3 on each side. The man unlocks one of the rooms and holds the door open. 

“This is your suite, Mr. Gutiérrez.”

“Gracias.” Javi slips him several bills of local currency and the man nods, turning to me.

“Your suite is this way, Miss.”

“I-oh. I have my own room?”

Javi addresses me before the man can. “Of course. They were booked a couple weeks ago before…” His voice trails off but I know what he’s implying.

Before we joined the mile high club.

“It’s ok. I don’t want to be in the way of your work.” 

“Querida-”

I put my hand up, waving away his concern. “Javi, it’s ok. Let me go see this room of mine.”

I turn and follow the man out of the door, turning to head towards the elevator.

“Miss? You’re just across the hall here.” He opens the door across from Javi’s room.

“But…that’s a suite, right?”

“Yes.”

“An entire suite for just me?”

“Of course, Miss. Would you like to see it?”

“I- yeah. Ok.”

I walk past him into the room and have to pick my jaw off the floor. I didn’t get a look into Javi’s room before I was ushered across the hall, but a quick ask to the man and he confirms it - Javi’s room is the exact same. 

The door opens into a living area, plush couches with pillows angle around a identically shaped rug, a glass coffee table in front of it. Some plush chairs sit opposite from it, with a..I’m sorry is that a fireplace? Opposite the couches, with a hidden tv mounted above it. Behind the couch, the room levels up a step, a couple of actual pillars separating the living area from the dining room table that easily seats 12 people. Down the entire back wall of the living and dining areas is just windows, opening into the most gorgeous view of any city I’ve ever seen. There’s a patio with a hot tub on out there as well, just begging to be used. 

“Your room is through this door, Miss.” The man gestures to a door between the glass wall and the fireplace that I only just noticed. 

“Thank you.” 

“There is also an additional bathroom by the front door if your guests should need it.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him I am my only guest.

“Thank you, again.”

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ring the desk.”

I nod, reaching towards my bag to fish out any sort of currency I may have, which is definitely not enough, when the man puts his hand up.

“Thank you Miss, but Mr.Gutiérrez has taken care of that.”

“I-oh. Are you sure?”

“I am. Thank you, Miss.” He bows slightly before leaving, the door closing quietly behind him with a click. 

Turning to walk into the bedroom, I notice my suitcase in the middle of the room, sitting in front of the most massive bed I’ve ever seen. There’s 2 benches in front of it, white sheets practically shining in the mood lighting. One wall shares the long windows from the main room, but there are giant light blocking curtains in front of it. An ornate dresser lines the wall opposite the bed, a tv mounted above it. Another cushy chair with a small table sits in the corner of the room, a door behind it. Opening the door, I see the bathroom, glass bowl sinks, a vanity complete with stool, complementary products placed around. The bathtub is huge, it even has jets. The shower is also massive, stone tiles around it with one of those rain water style head nozzles, with an additional removable one under it. Wait…there’s another showerhead of the same kind on the opposite wall, so you could have water coming on you from both sides.

Or you could share a shower. Just saying.

This is too much - there’s way too much room for just me. I intend to tell Javi to cancel this room, save his money. If he demands I stay in the same hotel, I’ll just downgrade to the basic room. I don’t need all of this. I open the door and Javi is there, fist raised as if to knock.

“Querida. I came to check on you.”

“Javi, this…this is too much. I don’t need all of this.”

He smiles. “May I come in?”

“Absolutely. And you can enter the room too.”

It takes him a second but I know he picks up on what I’ve said when he blushes, a smirky smile playing on his face. “I intend to do just that, querida.” He pulls me to him and kisses me, licking into my mouth as he caresses my face with his thumbs, his fingers cradling my head. I moan into his mouth, warmth spreading through me fast but then he’s pulling back, looking into my eyes.

“I want to querida, but I have a meeting to attend in-” He looks at his watch and swears “-40 minutes.”

“Oh. Don’t worry. I want to freshen up anyway. But Javi, this room is too much.”

“I booked it for you when I asked you to come to Singapore with me. I..wanted you to be close.”

Shit that’s fucking sweet as hell. 

“Querida, I hope you are not offended?”

“I-me? Offended? Javi, this suite is bigger than my childhood home. It’s just..it’s a little big for just me. I’m not even hosting anyone.”

“Would you like to stay with me?”

“What?”

His eyes grow wide as he stammers. “I-I am sorry, querida. I should-should not have asked. You need your space, I was just-”

“Wouldn’t I bother your meetings?”

His eyes snap to mine. “Most are offsite. I will have a couple here but they should not take a lot of time. You are never a bother, querida.”

“I-”

“Please? I really do want you with me but I would never assume you’d want to-”

“I’d love to. Only if you’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Do I have a stupid grin on my face? I must, because a matching one stretches across Javi’s face as he studies me. “Perfect. I’ll call down to have them move your things-”

“Javi, it’s one suitcase. I got it.”

I head back to the room and push my suitcase out, Javi insisting on taking the handle and pulling it into his room. He brings it to the bedroom and pushes it towards a door that I didn’t even have time to investigate, but when he opens it, I see it’s a large walk-in closet, his clothes already hung or folded, shoes laying out on trays. 

“I will call down to have them cancel the suite, maybe donate the funds to other guests. Do you need someone to unload your stuff or do you want-”

I can’t help it - this man doesn’t even want his money back. Instead, he wants to pay for other people’s rooms with it. 

I launch myself at him, grateful that he catches me as his back hits the trays of shoes, his arms wrapping around me to hold me up. He kisses me back, moaning and kissing down my neck, lighting me up. 

“Javi,” I moan, echoing in the closet. 

“Querida,” Javi pants, his warm breath puffing out across my neck. “I have a meeting…”

He says this, but I feel his hand that isn’t holding me up, sliding down the front of my pants, touching me over my underwear. I gasp, moaning as his finger teases me, the wet patch in my underwear growing more and more noticeable. I feel his erection against my clothes and I know he needs me as much as I need him. But before I can say anything, he puts me down, my feet hitting the plush carpet. His hands fumble with the button on my pants so I slap them out of the way, opening them and sliding them down as he drops his own pants. He kisses me, more tender than I thought considering the heat passing between us, before he breaks it, picking me up and pushing my back against the column of drawers. He catches my gaze and oh fuck! He’s pushing inside me and splitting me open, a slight burn at the stretch of him that also feels so fucking good. I lean forward and breath heavy against his shoulder, nipping him slightly when he bottoms out with a groan. 

“Querida, I am sorry I do not have much time-”

“Just fuck me, Javi!”

He grunts, thrusting up into me, pressing my back against the drawers, slamming into me over and over. Every part of me is alive, feeling him roughly and quickly slide in and out of me, every ridge and vein, the way his hands grip me and hold me, my own hips pushing down to meet his rising ones. I’m close, just his presence is enough to light me up and I can feel his pace faltering. His teeth press into the skin on my shoulder, half through my shirt and half not and I come, moaning out his name as he spurts into me, biting my shoulder harder as he follows, hips thrusting haphazardly as if not ready to let go of the feeling of me. 

Eventually, we come down, my head hitting the dressers for a moment, breathing deep before he plants a kiss on my chest, pulling out with a hiss. He sets me gently on the floor before pulling his pants up around his waist. He moves to grab mine but I know he doesn’t have the time. And honestly, I need a minute.

“Javi, I’ll be fine. Just go.”

He looks at me, eyes wide and worried. “Querida, I don’t-”

“Javi, I will be here when you get back now go. I’m going to shower anyway.”

He groans and it lights me up again. “Later, we will have to test out that shower.”

Fuck yes we will. 

Before I can reply, he glances at his watch, swears in Spanish, and bolts out of the closet. I hear the sink turn on briefly before he pops his head back in the closet. I haven’t moved, still trying to catch my breath.

“I’ll be back. If you get hungry, get whatever you want delivered. Don’t worry about the-”

“Cost. I know Javi. Go before you have to explain that you’re late because you were railing your girlfriend in the closet.”

He cocks his head. “Girlfriend?”

Shit.

“Oh. I didn’t mean to presume. I-whatever you-”

“No! Girlfriend…I like this.” His phone buzzes and he swears again. “We talk later, yes?”

I smile. “Yes.”

He leaves and the room is silent, his presence taking all the energy with him. Fuck, did I mess things up? I mean he said he likes it… can’t think about that now. It’s time for a shower. 

—----

I’ll admit it took me several minutes to figure out the knobs on that shower but once I did, it was glorious. Now, I stretch my body out on the massive bed, my hair finally dried and in my comfy pajamas. I’m flipping through the stations, settling on some random old sitcom while I eat some food I had ordered. I finish and brush my teeth, coming back to lay on the bed. I’ll watch tv until Javi gets back…

Blinking, I stretch and look around the room and sit bolt upright. I must have fallen asleep while waiting for Javi! Stupid jetlag. It’s only then that I realize I’m tucked into the soft blankets of this massive bed, when I definitely didn’t tuck myself in. Looking over, I see the bed is empty, but I hear sounds coming from the living area. Throwing the blanket back, I quietly pad to the closed door and press my ear to it, making sure I’m not disturbing something important. I hear a muffled tv and general movement, but nothing that sounds important anyway. 

Pushing the door open, I glance at the couch and see Javi, trying his hardest to set his glass down without making any noise. He’s so focused on the drink that he hasn’t noticed me standing there. I wait until his sets his glass down before speaking.

“Hey, Javi.”

He swears loudly in Spanish, his hand comically flying to his chest. “Querida! Mierda.”

Chuckling, I walk over to him. “I didn’t mean to spook you.”

He smiles, one of his wide Javi smiles before leaning over and planting a gentle, warm kiss to my lips. “It is ok, querida.”

“Did you tuck me in?”

His smile widens. “I did. You were cold.”

“Thank you.” It’s my turn to kiss him and we make out for a moment before he pulls back.

“Are you hungry?”

My stomach growls in answer for me, as if it heard him ask the question. He chuckles “That means yes, I take it?”

“I guess so!”

“If you want to change out of your night clothes, I will take you out for dinner-”

“Dinner? Don’t you mean breakfast?”

He cocks his head at me and I turn around to look out the windows - pitch black, the city lights bright and dancing.

“I slept all day?? Why didn’t you wake me??”

“You were too beautiful to disturb. Plus you needed rest.”

“Javi-”

“I would never disturb you. Now! Get dressed and we will eat! Unless you do not feel like going out?”

“No! I mean yes, let’s go out. I’ll be just a few minutes.”

I launch myself off the couch, heading into the closet and grabbing out a nice dress and shoes, heading into the bathroom to get ready. When I exit the bathroom, Javi is dressed too, turning to look me up and down, his eyes growing darker with lust. 

“Maybe we should order in.”

—----

Dinner was wonderful, some local place that Javi visits on every trip here. They remember him and treat him well, recommending new dishes since his last visit. He’s charismatic for sure, but also the stack of money for their tip definitely helps. He always over tips which is a quality I love about him. 

We opted to stay at the restaurant for a few drinks after dinner, chatting and flirting the entire time. He pulled me up on the little makeshift dance floor they had in the corner, twirling me around until I was laughing and breathless. A few hours after we left, we decide to head back to the hotel for the night. The club scene is just starting but we honestly just want to get in comfortable clothes and maybe watch a movie.

The door to our room closes behind Javi with a faint click. Before I can turn, 2 large, warm hands wrap around my waist, spinning me around. Javi’s soft lips find mine and the heat is instant, the fire that had been sitting low and warm inside me all night now roars to life, lighting my entire body up with it. His tongue pushes my lips apart, desperately wanting to be in my mouth. He lets out little whimpers and grunts and I swear I’m going to come just hearing it. Finally, he pulls back, his dark eyes nearly black with lust, his lips pink and swollen from our makeout session. 

“I wanted to do that all night, querida.” He whispers, bringing his face close to mine and tracing a line up my cheek with his nose. I let out a few whimpers of my own, forgetting words for a brief moment.  

“Now, querida, I want to make good on my promise.”

“P-promise?”

“I want to make love to you in that big bed. Fuck you into the mattress while you scream my name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.”

F U C K

His eyes are still dark, but he doesn’t move, waiting for me to say something. If I can even remember how to speak.

“Y-yes. Fuck please yes!”

Javi smirks this time before literally picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, chuckling at the squeal I let out on my way up. I had no idea he was this strong, that he could carry me. Which makes sense considering the massive size of his shoulders. He pushes the door to the bedroom open and sets me down on the bed, his hands immediately trying to remove my dress. 

“”How..the fuck do you..open this thing?” He pants, sticking his tongue out in concentration. 

I chuckle, grabbing his hand and bringing it to the hidden zipper along my side. He sighs in relief, large fingers fumbling with the zipper pull before he grabs it and slides it down, kissing my skin as it becomes exposed. It gets to the bottom and gets stuck, Javi letting out a small grunt of displeasure. 

“How attached are you to this?” He gestures at my dress.

“Oh. Not really. I mean-”

The sound of fabric ripping fills the room as he tears the dress, too impatient to wait for me to slide it off, promises to buy me a new one muttered before he’s on me, enveloping me in presence, his clothed body heavy over my nearly naked one, his mouth pressed to mine, tongue exploring where it can. We both moan, my hands coming up to tangle in those soft curls I love so much. 

“You have too many clothes on, Javi,” I complain, sticking out my bottom lip.

“Querida, you’re right. I must remedy this.”

Javi sits up, starting to unbutton his shirt. I resist the urge to do it for him, loving the way he is exposing his sun-kissed skin to me one button at a time. Once the shirt is open and discarded, I look down his body, taking in every beautiful piece of him, the way his body curves, the swell of his tummy that I love, all of it. 

“You’re beautiful, Javi.” I mean it.

He blushes, smirking as he looks away from me for a moment. “Oh, I do not know about that, querida.”

“I do.”

He starts on his belt buckle, removing the belt completely before I sit up, reaching out and pulling him closer to me by his pants. 

“May I?” I ask, eyebrows raised.

He swallows hard. “Anything you want, querida.”

Instead of going for the button, I unzip his pants, sliding my hand inside, quickly finding that little slit in guys boxers and sliding my hand in there too. He’s mostly erect, but I feel him twitch under me as I grip him, gently sliding my hand in small up and down motions.

“Fuck querida, yo-you’re going to…fuck.” He’s panting, little gasps cutting though every so often as I continue. 

Not stopping, with my other hand, I manage to undo the button, pushing at his pants so they fall to the ground, pooling around his feet. I let go of him for a brief moment to pull down his boxers. He kicks them off but stops my hand from reaching for him. 

“Plenty of time for that, querida. This is about you.”

He cuts my words off with a kiss, his hands fumbling with my bra clasp. I know he’s struggling so I push him slightly, yanking me bra from around me and tossing it across the room, my panties quickly following. He pushes me slightly to get me to lay down. He grabs my thighs, pushing them wide open as he stares down at my now glistening cunt, his eyes somehow darkening even more. He mutters something in Spanish before he ducks his head, tossing my legs over his shoulders before his tongue finds me, licking me up the middle. 

“Fuck!” I can’t help it - Javi knows what he’s doing.

He laps at me like he can’t get enough, alternating with his nose, rubbing against my clit and pulling all manner of sounds from me. I’m a blubbering mess, his name spilling from my lips as he pushes 1, no 2, no 3 fingers inside me, immediately curling and finding that spot, even though he’s only done this once before. I don’t even get a chance to warn him before I come, my pussy gripping his hand, pulsing over his fingers as he continues to touch me, extending my orgasm longer than normal, my body in complete ecstasy. I start to come down finally and he pulls his hand from me and sits up, a wide smile on his face, like he was proud of himself.

He should be.

He says nothing, crawling up my body and helping me to scoot up the bed until he completely covers me, his body surrounding me, his scent filling my nose and going straight to my head. He leans down to kiss me, his lips dust against mine and oh fuck he pushes inside me, sucking on my neck when my head flies back, his name a whisper on my tongue. 

“You feel perfect, querida. So…mierda…perfect.”

He pulls out slowly and pushes back in just as gentle, giving me a moment to adjust to his massive size. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers scratching lightly at his back, earning a growl/grunt as I do so.

“Querida, if you do that, I may not be able to hold myself back.”

He looks down at me and I smirk. “Well you did promise to rail me into this bed.”

“You are correct, querida. If I do anything you do not like, please tell me.”

His eyes are black with lust as he pulls my arms from around me, pinning my wrists to the bed. He waits for a moment, to make sure I’m ok before he moves on, thrusting into me and setting a comfortable pace. Fuck he feels amazing, the sounds of our breathing and grunts mixes with the sounds of sex, my pussy growing wetter with every thrust. He shifts my wrists to one hand, which fuck how massive are his hands? And then grabs my leg with the other, pushing it up and thrusting deeper somehow, hitting somewhere inside me.

“Fuck, Javi!” I yell as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips into mine so he keeps hitting that spot over and over.

“You like that, querida? Like how I fuck you?” 

His hand moves from my thigh to my boobs, rubbing and pinching my nipples and I cry his name again, arching my back off the bed as I come again, still sensitive from my first orgasm. First orgasm? Fuck. I come down and he lets go of my wrists, pulling out of me with a hiss.

“Fuck Javi, that was-”

He cuts me off by gripping my hips and flipping me over, pulling my ass in the air and massaging it quickly before he pushes my back down. 

“I am not done with you, querida.”

He runs his fingers between my legs and I shudder, whining under his touch, my legs jerking from oversensitivity. 

“You are so wet and ready for me, are you not, querida?”

He’s waiting for a response, but I can’t think of words, a “Ngugh” coming from me. He chuckles before replying. 

“I take that as a yes?”

I nod frantically, the one thing I’m apparently able to do, but before I finish nodding, he thrusts into me, rougher and more frantic than before, pulling out and slamming back into me with a rough pace. Fuck his dick keeps hitting that same spot inside me, while somehow also rubbing along my g spot and I can’t…he’s…he’s gripping my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he snaps his hips against my ass, muttering out things in Spanish as he fucks me up the mattress, the headboard repeatedly slamming into the wall in rhythm with us.  

“Oh JAVI!” I scream, not quite at my orgasm but quickly racing there, wanting him to know exactly how he’s making me feel.

“Say it again.”

“J-JAVI!” I yell, but it’s still not enough for him apparently because I feel his hand snake around between my legs, his fingers rubbing and tapping at my clit, which FUCK!

“UGHHH JAVI!! UGHHH!!”  I come, my hands fisting the sheets as he continues to rail into me, his hand never leaving my clit. He carries me through my orgasm but doesn’t stop touching me, leaning over me to thrust more deeply and I swear my eyes roll into my head. 

“Another, querida. Scream my name.”

I never quite finish coming down before he thrusts hard into me, lighting me up and I come again, his name erupting from my lips.

“JAVI! YES YES! FUCK, JAVI!” 

My pussy squeezes him, pulsing around his cock as I drench him with my own arousal, breathing heavy as the bliss still floats in my head. Javi’s hips sputter and he thrust 3 more times before he comes, grunting out my name as he spills himself inside of me, his come filling me up and leaking out from where we’re joined. He leans over me, his forehead hitting my sweaty back, his breaths puffing out over my skin. We stay like this for several moments, just trying to get back to Earth…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

The pounding on the suite’s main door drags us from out sexed out bliss and Javi pulls out quickly, apologizing as he grabs a robe throwing it over his body and tying it as he heads to the door. I listen as he answers it, wondering if he was expecting someone. 

“Yes?”

“I’ve uh..come to check on you both. There have been some..noise complaints.”

“Oh. Are you sure you’re at the right room? We have heard nothing.”

There’s silence for a moment and I just know that man has to be blushing, trying to figure out his next words.

“Yes, sir. People have uh distinctly..heard your name.”

You hear Javi chuckle. “I am sorry. We will try to keep it down. Passion is hard to contain sometimes, yes?”

“Of course, sir. Sorry to disturb you.”

The door closes and Javi returns, tossing his robe on the floor and walking back to the bed. He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him, laughing along with me. 

“Come, querida. It’s time to break in the shower and get kicked out of this hotel.”

—----

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 3

(GIFS NOT MINE)

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 3.93K

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

Divider by saradika

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” you ask, giggling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Today was really fun, Javi, thank you,” you say as you’re unable to hide the smile on your face. 

“No need to thank me, hermosa,” he says, holding you tighter before giving a tender kiss on the crown of your head. You feel unbelievably content in this moment and you don’t want it to end— but you’re more than curious to see what you and Javi blossom into.

[theewokingdead]

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

Asterisk (*) denotes smut

One-Shots

Yes

[radiowallet]

Javi G and ❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

Sweet, greedy man would want you like that. I know he would.

Pairing: Javi G. x F!Reader Warnings: Semi-public sex, oral sex (female receiving)

The party is ridiculous. Over the top in a way only Javi Gutierrez could accomplish. Music, champagne, little bites of food with hard to pronounce ingredients. He's been occupied all night, smiling, chatting, his sweet genuine charm carrying him from guest to guest. Across the room you catch his eye, his smile growing just a tad wider, the pink of his tongue licking away a phantom taste.

What those party guests don't know is that as they were arriving, Javi had pulled you one room over, hands trembling as he pushed you against the unlocked door. He dropped to his knees and pushed the silk of your dress into your hands, freeing him to grab your ass and pull you close, his hot breath fanning across your naked pussy.

"Naughty girl," he feigned surprise, as if the very panties you had tried to slip on earlier weren't already sitting in his coat pocket.

And before you could say just that he was licking up inside you, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your own moan chases his, one small fist slamming into the door behind you. Javi only chuckled, letting the sound vibrate into you.

"Shhh, there's people in the other room," he had chided, no real intent behind his words, before diving back in for another taste.

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the narrative.

4.7k, darkish!Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

"Control the narrative. You probably say that when you cum." - Roman Roy, Succession, s1 e1. PREMISE: Javi is in the middle of a publicity disaster due to his illegal activities and big mouth. Enter you (and he will). Penthouse vibe and attire inspired by Justified City Primeval. WARNINGS: I8+ ONE SHOT, dark(ish?) Javi, canon-typical lack of realism, drug references, gratuitous bulge, alcohol, praise, mention of someone sucking Javi's dick in the past, unprofessional behavior, power dynamics, pressure, DUBCON unsafe p in v (etc.), mild gun play, romance. A/N: Dedicated to @noxturnalpascal 🖤 Never thought I'd start the year with this guy, but thots happened. I only have one other Javi G. fic.

When you show up to Javi's home in the Hollywood hills, you're mildly surprised the car is stopping. It looks like any other skyrise. It's not his main residence, but he has the whole top floor to himself. You’ve refreshed yourself on the task during the ride – Javi Gutierrez is a PR nightmare lately, and he needs to be reminded how to handle press, especially questions about his recent run-ins with the law and ties to his family business. You'll run through a few practice questions with him, refresh him on the way to his event, and say goodbye. It should be simple. 

On your way into Javi’s building, the concierge greets you, then makes polite conversation as he escorts you to the penthouse. 

"Mr. Gutierrez already has company," he mentions as he uses a key card then holds the door open for you. 

You step into Javi’s apartment and the door closes behind you. It feels intrusive, just showing up in his personal space without someone to introduce you.  It's quiet for a moment, and you take in the opulence -- the sky high ceilings, the glittery floor sparkling under your modest wedge heels. You adjust your little black dress and fix your hair, then stand and wait with your bag.

You take a deep, calming breath. At least this isn’t a celebrity you have a crush on. He isn’t necessarily your type. He seems like such a teddy bear. He’ll be cool. He’s down to earth, you tell yourself, but can’t think of any evidence to support that claim. What kind of company does he have, you wonder. Is it a woman?

"One more, one more," Javi begs out of view, and your breath hitches at his voice. It's not the pitch or measured cadence you hear in the movies or even interviews. It's deep, gruff, and unpolished. "One more, Nick." 

Your heart jumps at the name. 

Nick sighs. "Alright, what are we drinking to?"

"Balas y drogas," Javi booms. (Bullets and drugs). "Brindemos" (cheers). 

"As always," Nick monotones, and you hear their glasses clink. A few seconds later, boots begin to click and echo, and they're coming in your direction. 

Entranced by the sparkle of the floor, you see a pair of snakeskin boots cross in front of you first. The boots pause, and your gaze pans up over his unexpectedly bare legs, which are muscular and only slightly hairy. Your eyes continue up over the swell of his thighs, and then–by the time you see it, it’s too late not to look right at it--a generous bulge under a blue striped swimsuit. You yank your eyes upward so fast, you almost don't see the gold pistol he’s holding at his side. Javi raises an empty highball glass, gestures it toward you, and you're studying the rings his hand when he complains, "You are early." He taps a ring on the glass and looks around behind you. “They sent you alone?”

“Yes, Mr. Gutierrez.” You introduce yourself. When you speak, he holds surprisingly warm eye contact, given his opening line. It feels like he’s really seeing you, maybe even connecting with you. 

“Please, call me Javi.” He walks around the counter and makes no effort to close his silk robe, trailing behind him.  "Make yourself a drink," he nods toward a wet bar behind him as he puts his glass in the sink. His curls are a mess, but he doesn't look bad. His strong chest glistens under his gold chain.  "Make Nick something, too. NICK--" 

"I'm right here, Javi. I really have to go." Nick greets you with an unenthused nod, "Hi,” then his phone rings and he quickly bids farewell to Javi: "I'll see ya later bud." Nick slowly staggers toward the door as he answers the phone. 

-

As the door closes behind Nick, Javi watches your face. "He has a key, you know. He'll be back," then he again urges you toward the wet bar, slightly more politely this time.  "Please, help yourself.  Why did they send you so early?"

"I'm an hour late," you tell him. His security team stalled you because he wasn’t ready.

He looks at his gold watch. "Mierda" (Shit). He meets your gaze again with apologetic eyes. "An hour late. . . maybe I do like you. . ."  The third time he refers you to the bar, you go around the counter and at least browse his liquor selection. 

A few minutes later, you're mindlessly reading the liquor bottles when you see a reflection in a bottle of mezcal. Something moves behind you.

"Tequila," Javi murmurs a few inches from your ear. “If you cannot decide.” You stiffen but manage not to jump, or so you think. "Relax, mamacita.” A large, warm hand comes to your bare shoulder, making your chest get hot. Javi’s lips brush the shell of your ear. “Relax,” he repeats. “It is only Javi.” He smells faintly of pipe or hookah smoke.

He lingers for a moment, smells your hair, then his hand trails down your bicep, and butterflies rush through your body so fast you have to step away.  He looks only slightly bemused. He checks you out even more obviously this time, then silently walks backwards through the kitchen, and you forget not to stare. You follow the way the light highlights his little belly. His happy trail leads you right to the slight swing and jiggle of the massive lump precariously contained by that swimsuit. How much of it is balls, you wonder. And at that moment, he reaches down to adjust himself before turning around and heading to his bedroom. 

Your face is on fire, and you’re tingling down South. You pour yourself a drink. You need one. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer quite a view of the city. It feels like Javi is taking a long time. In the distance, he begins to sing. You didn’t expect to be attracted to him, but now you have this feeling in your chest, like you’re waiting for a date with someone you like. Someone you’re still getting to know. You try to brush it off and not read too much into the look in his eyes. He’s an actor. He probably knows how to make people feel special, you remind yourself, but you can’t help but feel a little giddy as you wait. 

You take a seat on his velvet sectional. You sip your drink and begin to feel more confident. When you go to put your drink down on the nearest coffee table, there isn't much space amid the array of empty bottles and glasses, and a hookah. You set your drink on a silver tray, and only then do you realize you've disrupted the geometric residue of tiny white lines. “Shit,” you whisper. 

While Javi gets ready, you read some of his past quotes to the press. It messes with your head. Sure, he was rude to you at first, but then so warm. There’s one particular quote you’re stuck on. It isn’t too hard to imagine him saying something like this. You catch yourself feeling sad about it, not because it was so rude of him, but because of the insinuation of him with another woman.  In your mind, you know this feeling is irrational after having only interacted with Javi for only a moment. You have to compose yourself into professional mode again. 

—-

Javi returns freshly showered, wearing slacks and a patterned, long-sleeve, button-up shirt that hugs his biceps. He checks you out as he fastens his last cuff link. Then he sucks in his stomach and tucks in his shirt by shoving his hands all the way into his pants. He keeps eye contact with you as he tucks in the front, and finishes it off with a subtle cup of his balls. Then he stands normally again, and the curve of his little belly presses against the shirt above his pants. He doesn't put on a belt. He gestures for you to walk in front of him. 

Javi stays close on the way downstairs. On the elevator, you can feel his breath on your cheek. When the doors open, his hand on your back ushers you out. The soft padding of his stomach grazes your arm.

—-

Back outside Javi’s apartment, the car you arrived in – the one that picked you up at the Dobis PR office – is gone. You’ll ride in Javi’s car. His security team wants to accompany the two of you in the vehicle, and it’s clear they normally ride with Javi. But Javi convinces them to follow in another car this time. Just this once. You get into a black Mercedes sprinter outfitted with a raised roof, big leather bench seat, and a bar. 

As you settle into the van, Javi is making sure you’re comfortable, making small talk, and you just want to chat with him, but you do have a job to do. He’s sitting in the corner of the bench in the very back of the van, and you’re next to him, with your body mostly facing him. You begin to broach the topic at hand, distracted by his closeness and the aftershave molecules wafting into your nostrils. “Okay Javi, so, I’m familiar with your, uh, difficulties with law enforcement recently, and my role here is to kinda help you help yourself with that in the press.”  

He nods. 

“So let’s start where we are. Do you remember what you said when Page Six asked for a comment?”

He briefly leans in the opposite direction from you to open the minifridge. He pulls out a bottle of champagne. “Page Six, remind me which one is that.”

Is he going to make you say it? Fine. “You don't remember telling the writer her lips were made to suck your dick?” 

“That was out of context,” he mutters. You search his face for whether it‘s a joke, but he’s not laughing, and he’s not meeting your eyes.  

You ask, “Is there a context where that’s a good comment to make?” And you hope it lands softer than it sounds to your own ears. 

“Yes,” Javi nods and brushes a curl out of his forehead. He shifts in the seat and wrings his hand around the neck of the champagne bottle in his lap. “With a cock in her mouth.” Hearing the word cock in his voice gives you a zing of arousal. 

You’re at a loss for words. “Are you saying you weren't answering a question when you said that?”

“The conversation was over,” Javi nods. 

“--And she had your–”

“My cock, yes,” he confirms. “In her mouth.” He reads your face, then shrugs. “She wanted a taste of Javi, and I am afraid I could not resist.” Your mind is going places - How did that happen, you wonder. Did she just drop to her knees? Does it happen all the time? Could you have a taste of Javi? Do you want one? No, you don’t want to be just another girl.

You and Javi look at each other for a moment, neither of you completely focused, then you say the only thing you can think to say, “Fair enough,” as you close your folio. Then you can’t help but add, “Optimally, it's not the best idea to sleep with. . . certain people . . .who can make you look bad.” The thought falls apart as you watch his face, and you wonder if you're overstepping. 

“It was only a mouth,” Javi clarifies, then lowers his voice. “I would never make the love to her.” 

Now his eyes are fixed on your lips. His mind is going places. You watch him salivate over the shape of your mouth and don’t dare to interrupt his filthy train of thought. But that bulge in his swim trunks is seared in your mind. The subtle way it moved with each step. You have to stare at anything else to keep your eyes off his pants. You look at the bits of silver in his beard and the sparkle in his eyes

“Hm?” he asks and you snap out of your trance. 

“We need to control the narrative,” you mumble, as if you're thinking about work. 

“I don’t have a narrative, I have the truth. And the truth is too dangerous, mami.” He extends an arm behind you. 

The intrigue shakes you from your dirty thoughts. You shouldn’t pry, so you try not to, but having heard his explanation for the Page Six comment, you’re wondering if there really is a good explanation for how he got caught riding dirty with both narcotics and unregistered weapons.

He scoots closer, so he’s mostly on your bench rather than in the corner, and he extends an arm behind you. “I have to say, you are a smart girl.” He brushes your shoulder with his thumb. “Very pretty, too,” he adds quietly. “And very smart not to ask.”

“Thanks,” you mumble. What else can you say?

He looks you over, and his face hardens in an instant. “You should fire them,” he says. “They put a pretty girl like you in a van with me.” He scoffs. “They don’t respect you, I’m sorry to say.” 

What is that supposed to mean? You stare at him blankly, then say, “I can’t fire them, I work for them.”

“Well then you should fire your job. Quit it, the job.” You suppose he’s that out of touch. He probably doesn’t even know how much rent is in LA. Increasingly incredulous, he asks, “They sent you here alone?” 

Your mouth feels dry. You nod and try to swallow. 

His face softens. “No, please do not be scared,” he tries to recover, cupping your shoulder warmly with his palm. “But they should care more about you. You are precious.” 

“Well. . . Thanks, I think I’ll be okay,” you stammer.

Javi chuckles and locks all the doors to the van. Your upper body quickly goes cold as he settles in again next to you, his knee touching yours. How did he even do that?

He smiles darkly. “You felt that, right? In your spine?” His thumb brushes the nape of your neck, then the top of your spine.

You nod, otherwise paralyzed. 

“Fire them,” he repeats in a whisper.

You stand up just an inch to smooth your dress, and before you can sit back down, the van lurches out of nowhere.  You’re propelled face-first into Javi’s arms. The unopened bottle of champagne rolls away. Your faces are only a few inches apart. His shirt is soft, his body is warm, and you’re breathing his minty breath. The van lurches again and he hugs you into him, protectively. 

“I apologize, sir,” the driver announces through a speaker. 

You slowly begin to sit up from him. His arms are slow to release you. As you sit up, he lays a hand on your thigh. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I should warn you,” he murmurs. “Traffic is very bad here.” 

—--

You sit there with Javi’s arm behind you and his other hand on your thigh, and neither of you speaks. He’s practically enveloping you with his whole body.

“You are thinking about it, right?”  

The pitch of his voice and a nod toward your skirt tells you what he’s talking about, and you don’t answer.  He takes his hand off your thigh only to adjust himself, and your face heats up. 

He sighs. “So, if you are the press, what should I say right now?”

After a loaded beat of silence, you snap out of it and begin to ramble, “Well, I haven't asked you a question, so you don't have to say anything, in fact, unless they ask–”

He reaches for your face. He rests four fingers on the side of your face, then brushes his thumb over your lips. “Shh. I won't say it,” he whispers. “That this press is the most beautiful girl. . .” Your lips part and let his thumb into your mouth, but your tongue pulls back.

“That I need her. . .in a way I cannot explain.” You gasp and look down. He takes his thumb  out of your mouth, then his hand drifts to his pants. “That I want to twist her legs around me like a pretzel.” The glint of his rings catches your eye, slowly moving atop his pants. His eyelids are heavy. “I should not say it, right?” 

You look at his mouth then meet his eyes again and shake your head no, ever so slightly. 

“But I can think it,” he whispers with a nod. “I can feel it,” he nods with a raise of his eyebrows. “Dios mio. . . I can have it.” 

He hugs you, slides a hand under your opposite thigh, and swiftly pulls you into straddling him with your knees on the seat and your skirt hanging loosely in his lap. You aren’t wearing stockings, but you’re wearing modest boy shorts. His hips lift up to meet you as he pulls you down with a sigh. His warm package feels even bigger than it looked. He closes his eyes and runs his hands over your back as your loins throb against each other. 

He holds your body firmly in place for a few gentle little thrusts that make you gush with each push of his bulge. Then, satisfied that you're not going anywhere, he pulls your face in for a long, steamy kiss, with his rings pressed against your cheek. As he feeds you his tongue, his hips keep moving, slowly pressing himself against you.

He pulls his face away and asks, “Do we have to go to this thing?” 

“No,” you say, pleased at this turn of events. He cups your head, and you explain, “Not at all. We wanted you to lay low. But you insisted-”

“I want to lay low with you,” he murmurs against your cheek. “Let me lay with you.”  Your insides are throbbing and swelling. His lips and the slightest hint of his teeth drag down your neck while his thick manhood hardens more against the crotch of your boy shorts. “I'll give you more than a taste, Mamacita. We're going to lay together.”  

He asks the driver to take you back to his place. Then he latches onto your neck, and you let out a little moan.  The van turns around to head back to his place. 

“I just need to text the team,” you tell him and get off his lap. You straighten your dress and begin to text your manager.  While you're on your phone, he keeps kissing and nibbling at you. 

Your manager calls, and you clear your throat. Javi occupies himself by popping open the bottle of champagne. You receive accolades for talking him out of the event. 

—--

When you're off the phone, Javi has somewhat composed himself. “Now we have all night.” He hands you a flute of champagne. A voice comes over the intercom saying there's a security matter Mr. Gutierrez needs to be briefed on. The van pulls over and Rafael, Javi’s head of security, joins you. 

“Your brother is back,” Rafael tells him. “And he's not happy about what you took.”

“Puta Madre,” Javi grumbles. “You know what he would have done with it.” 

“I know,” Rafi nods. 

“I have plans tonight, Rafi.” Javi looks at you adoringly. “The most important plans of my life.” He turns back to Rafi.  “Do you see this beautiful woman? We have plans.” 

“You have to stay with me,” Javi tells you. “I’ll keep you safe.” 

When you arrive back at Javi’s place, Rafi insists on escorting the two of you up to the penthouse. The place has already been cleaned up, and a maid is on her way out. 

“Thank you, Sandy,” Javi says as she passes by. She nods. 

——-

You excuse yourself to freshen up while Javi rants to Rafael. There's a crashing noise and you take your time coming back from the restroom, unsure what awaits. 

You come back to the main room and put your bag on a stool at the counter. Rafael is on his way out to stand guard by the door. Javi is sitting on the sofa with his pants off and his shirt unbuttoned, holding his gold pistol against his thigh. 

“I asked Rafi to give us some privacy,” Javi says. “We will not let this ruin our night.” He looks at you hungrily. “Come. Sit.” He makes space in his lap and looks down at himself. He’s wearing black boxer briefs.

You straddle him but don't sit yet. His free hand slides up the back of your thigh and he grabs a handful of ass. “You are the most beautiful woman,” he sighs. “And you feel so good in my hands.”

With his other hand, Javi nudges the golden gun under your skirt, and the metal on your bare thigh makes you flinch. “Shhh.”  He slowly slides the barrel along your inner thigh where the hem of your underwear is. He slides it lightly back and forth, breathing deeply through his nose. Then, his lips part as he rubs it along the damp crotch of your boy shorts. Your whole body erupts in goosebumps. He watches your face as he rubs you with the barrel of his pistol. He angles it upward each time he reaches your front. 

He palms your ass at the same rhythm as he massages you with the gun, as if encouraging you to ride it. Then he holds it still between his legs, pulls you closer against it, and your hips move on their own, seeking more pressure against the barrel. You twitch and gasp and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose. He moves you on the gun and you grind against the barrel until you’re almost at the edge and your thighs are trembling. 

“Good girl,” he sighs. He brings the side of the barrel to his nose and sniffs. Then he makes eye contact with you as he presses his lips to the side of the barrel and dips his tongue onto the metal.  He kisses the gun goodbye, then puts it aside. “I will keep you safe,” he reassures you again. 

Javi takes your hand in his and puts it on the hard bulge and you almost come. He’s so big, and so hard, the seams of his boxer briefs must be ready to burst. He uses your hand to massage himself. At the same time, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into him for a passionate kiss. Your palm begins to massage his shaft. Feeling the hard shape of him, you can tell how thick he is, and it's more than a handful. Your fingers cradle his balls as you massage the lower part of his shaft. He pulls his underwear down and your skin meets his bare cock.

Both his palms engulf your ass cheeks and he lifts your dress all the way up over your ass so he can see your hips before desperately pulling you fully onto him. He smacks your ass, then kneads it again and licks into your mouth as he grinds up against you. 

He gropes your breasts and pulls your dress all the way up, taking it over your head. His hands find your bra clasp, and he frees your breasts, taking one to his mouth right away. He reaches into your smooth, stretchy boy shorts and gasps at the feeling of your bare, dripping cunt. He holds his cock in his hand and brings the tip to the bottom seam of your underwear. He wedges his cock into the garment, resting against your inner thigh, then a little further, and the bare skin of his tip nudging between your slippery folds makes you weak in the knees. He puts his cock all the way into your underwear from the bottom, wet from your slick, and pulls you tight against him. You grind together and his shaft massages your clit. The pressure builds and quickly boils over, and you moan as you begin to pulse against him. 

“Oh, my love,” Javi sighs, then moans as you grind and come against his cock in your panties. “Such a pretty sight and sound.”

With pleasure still washing over you, he wraps an arm tight around you, turns and lays you down on your back as your orgasm wanes. 

His cock slides out of your underwear as he makes space to finish undressing you both. He tears your underwear down in a frenzy and can't get out of his own soon enough. Within seconds, you're both nude on the sofa in the dimly lit room.

Javi sits on his knees between your legs and pumps himself slowly, belly pushing out, eyes dancing across your body. His cock is so stiff and thick, you can't take your eyes off it. You throb and ache for it. He runs his flattened fingers through your dripping seam and moans at your wetness. 

“I cannot wait another moment to feel you, my love.” 

Javi gets on top of you, his belly pressing into you as he positions himself then notches at your entrance. His gold chain hangs and grazes your chest. He hikes your leg up and you wrap it around him. 

“Good,” he whispers.

Javi shoves into you, punching the air out of your lungs with a brief burn at the stretch. He groans as he fills you with his flesh as fast as your body will allow. “Javi,” you gasp as his girth spreads you apart. His dick twitches at the sound of his name on your lips. He sighs your name and you're almost flattered he knows it, giving you a brief twinge of uncertainty that's quickly replaced by pleasure as he withdraws a few inches then slams into you. 

“You are so beautiful,” he pants as he begins to fuck you steadily. He kisses your chest and your neck. “It was fate that you came here to me.” 

He moans and grunts as he buries his cock in you. You wrap your other leg around him. His body is solid and soft against yours.  So much skin on skin and it all feels right. You feel safe, and you feel adored. The way he looks at you, the way he feels you, moves on you, it’s like he’s been waiting for you forever. He hooks a hand under your shoulder for more leverage, and the force of each punch of his hips jiggles your breasts. He slows down and fucks you more tenderly, but still with power. The movement of his hips is fluid and smooth. 

After a few minutes, he moans, “Ohh, my love,” then sighs your name. “I have to give you my cum, I have to give it to you.” You aren’t sure, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything to disrupt this moment. You’ve never had someone make love to you this way. “I’m going to explode,” he warns.

He buries his mouth in the crook of your neck, bottoms out, and groans as he erupts deep in your core, sending you for another climax of your own. Then his lips scramble up your neck and jaw to find your lips and he kisses you passionately as warm bursts of his cum fill you up. “Mmm,” he moans into your mouth as you clench around his cock. 

When you’re both finished coming, he stays inside for a moment. “We will be joined again,” he assures you as he pulls out.

He lays half on his side, with a bit of his weight on you for a moment. He strokes your face and admires you tenderly. You excuse yourself to the restroom, and he goes with you, escorting you to his master bath instead of the guest room you used earlier. He shows you his bedroom on the other side and says, “you will stay here with me.” 

-

When you come out of the restroom to Javi’s bed, you approach hesitantly. “Are you sure?” you ask. 

“I would not dream of letting you leave,” he assures you. 

[psychedelic-ink]

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TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

PPCU MASTERLIST.

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

Killing flowers ☔️

 guns and javi, what else can you say?

Cinema ☔️

movie nights with javi were always the best, but this time it seems he has other plans for you.

Beautiful Boy ☔️

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

Through Me ☔️

living in a small town has its perks, watching a movie completely by yourself in the cinema being one of them. however, this time, you meet a charming stranger willing to comfort you during a horror movie.

Bellyache - ☔️

javi wants you to spread you legs wider.

See You, Hear You ☔️

After a romantic evening, Javi wants the world to know who you belong to.

Darklight ☔️🧁

 as perfect as working at a bookshop might be, things are always hard when you have a crush on your boss.

Advanced Politics of Human Sexuality ☔️🤧

He only saw you only once, before you moved away with your father, far from your mother but now you’re back with no clue what to do with the rest of your life.

The first time was an accident. One day Javi sees you getting out of the shower and can’t help himself. It’s not his fault you never heard of closing the curtains before. After that he should’ve stopped. You’re the daughter of his favorite house keeper after all. But he can’t help the way your body calls out to him again and again.