#tuwomt x fem!reader

[psychedelic-ink]

𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑴𝒆

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: smut, romance, minors dni

word count: 2.9k

summary: 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.

warnings: strangers to lovers, very explicit blowjob, public blowjob, soft dirty talk, praise kink, horror movie,brief male masturbation feat. spitting, I say public but no one is really there

Living in a small town can be boring in many ways. There aren’t enough places to visit, you risk seeing someone familiar every time you go out but…it also has its perks too. One of your favorite things to do is to go to your favorite mall. You’ve been going there since you were a kid, it was a constant, comforting presence in your life and it might be dramatic to say, but you had a connection with it. It’s an open mall, which means there’s alot of sunlight and crisp air going around. 

But the best part of it, by far, is the movie theaters. 

It’s almost always empty, sometimes it’s just you in the theater, or a couple more people. It was like a private screening and you loved that. You can’t imagine another place on earth where you could go into a cinema only to view an entire movie by yourself as if you were at home. It’s the best. 

You step into the lobby of the theater, greeted by the familiar sight of movie posters and ticket booths. The air conditioning hits you immediately, providing a refreshing break from the heat of the day outside. 

The smell of fresh popcorn wafts through the air, making your mouth water. You take a moment to peruse the concession stand, eyeing the candy, soda, and various snacks on offer. However, you’re not really feeling up for snacks today so you head to buy your ticket. It’s for a horror film and it’s from one of your favorite directors. You’re feeling giddy, excitement rolling in your stomach. As always, you don’t need to pick a seat because there’s only one other person that’s going to be in there with you, so you can sit wherever you want to. 

After sitting in the lobby for a little while, scrolling through your phone, the kind man you often see (and you presume runs the place) approaches you and says you can head inside now. Thanking him, you do exactly that. 

A chill settles across your skin. In typical fashion, you were fooled by the heat and forgot to bring a jacket for this exact occasion. You shrug it off, eyeing the seats as you step in. This is one of the smaller theaters, which you find even better because it’s cozier. Just as you were told, there was only one other person inside. A man. Your eyes lock for a brief moment. You swear your steps slow, he has kind brown eyes, long lashes that touch his cheek with his every blink. He smiles at you and you find yourself smiling back. In that brief moment, your eyes linger over his broad chest. 

Embarrassed, you quickly avert your gaze and take a seat. Coincidentally you’re sitting in the aisle right behind him, he’s not directly in front of you but across, his gaze fixated on the blank screen. You drop your bag to the side of you, another thing you love about this particular cinema, they have “couple” seats so you basically have a couch you can lounge about for the next two hours.

There’s a minute of silence before the lights go out and the soft glow of the projector fills the room. 

You smile and settle in. You hug yourself, ignoring the gooseflesh of your skin. Right as the commercials begin, you glance at the handsome stranger one last time. Some childish part of you wants to lean over and touch the honey-traced brown locks. They just look so soft. 

You take a sharp breathe. Thank god this isn’t the type of horror movie that has needless sex scenes in it. 

You find yourself getting increasingly sucked into the movie. The sense of unease and foreboding that permeates the film is palpable, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. Your nails biting into your cold and clammy palms. There are scenes of family dysfunction and grief, of supernatural occurrences that defy explanation. The cinematography is hauntingly beautiful, with shots of the sprawling family home and the surrounding woods that give you chills. 

At one point, a particularly gruesome scene plays out on screen, and you let out a gasp of horror. The man in front of you turns around. Thinking that he must be annoyed, your lips move to form an apology but then you notice the look of concern on his face. Your lips form a kind smile instead, and lifting your hand, you whisper an apology. 

Then it happens again—fuck this movie was really going to make you see nightmares tonight—and he turns around, again. Before you can say anything, he beats you to it. 

“If you're scared, I would be happy to keep you company.” 

You're momentarily taken aback by the offer. Your lips part, a soft noise echoing from the back of your throat. He’s staring at you with amusement now, the corner of his lips twitching. You swallow, wet your bottom lip. You’re about to give him an intelligent answer. 

And just like that the intermission starts, the movie comes to a sudden halt, and soft lights flood the room, hurting your eyes. 

Oh god, he can see your face now—shit. 

You look away and wave your hand in dismissal, “Ah, thank you but that’s okay. I’ll try to keep quiet. I usually don’t get this riled up.” 

He smiles. You sweat that you melt into the cushiony seats at the sight of it. You swallow thickly around the know that formed in your throat. His eyes soften, his smile nothing but kind. 

“I am quite scared too,” he informs. He has a soft baritone, a melodic lilt to his voice. “It is embarrassing to admit.” 

Your eyes flit across his face, then drops to his neck. His sun-kissed skin looks delectable. Heat settles at the end of your spine, a shudder coursing through your veins. He’s too kind to be from here, so he’s likely a tourist. 

You push out your bottom lip and then down to your lap where your fidgeting hands rest. 

“Well…if you’re scared…you can come and sit with me.” 

Your lips draw a tight line as you lift your gaze and meet his eyes. You’re pathetic. Even if he was scared, It’s obvious he was making an excuse on your behalf so you won’t be embarrassed. 

“Thank you, princesa. I am forever in your gratitude.” 

You’re highly aware that he’s humoring you. But it’s hard to care about that when he stands up. You watch as he walks down the aisle, his figure silhouetted against the light from the lobby. He’s much broader and taller than you expected him to be. He reaches your row and with heated cheeks, you quickly pick up your bag to make room for him. The cushions dip with his weight and your mouth floods with saliva. 

You’re not sure you can focus on the rest of the movie like this. 

“I am Javi by the way,” he says, voice low. He extends a hand as you introduce yourself, the inside of his palm is soft and warm and you’d be lying if you didn’t say that you’re fingers lingered. 

For the rest of the film, you're acutely aware of Javi's presence next to you. Every time you jump or gasp, he leans in closer, as if to shield you from the movie itself. You find it rather charming. Javi's arm brushes against yours, you feel a spark of electricity shoot through your body. You try to ignore it and focus on the movie, but you can't help stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye.

Before you know it, he has an arm around your shoulder, fingers feather-light against your bare arm. A loud noise echoes and your breath hitches. Upon hearing you, Javi pulls you closer. 

Javi whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Don't worry, I've got you." 

Normally, you wouldn’t dare to get this close to a stranger—and that was what he is; a stranger—but it’s really hard to see him that way when his presence is like a pillar. And it feels rather good to be held during a horror film. Most of your friends don’t enjoy them so you often see them alone, coming out of them needing a hug. 

With another jarring scene being reflected on the big screen, you find yourself seeking solace in the crook of his neck, your nose pressed firm against the thick column. His arm tightens around your tense frame. You might be imagining it, but you think he’s shushing you. It’s not in a cruel way. It’s soft and comforting. His hand moves up and down your arm, spreading warmth along your skin. You jump again when a fleshy sound echoes. This time your lips touch the skin. You feel his pulse and his scent floods your nostrils; a mixture of bergamot and cinnamon— and something so undeniably him. 

“Are you alright?” he asks and you nod, your lips brushing along and following the ridges of a vein that lingers underneath. He’s so warm. So secure. You’re melting against him, forgetting completely that you just met this man and that you’re in the theatre. 

The kiss happens unexpectedly. You have no idea where it comes from, but your lips press into his skin. He feels so soft under the plush of his lips. Javi doesn’t say anything but his body stiffens. A sudden burst of embarrassment warms your cheeks and you start to pull away, only for him to hold you there, his hand coming up to gently cradle your cheek and a part of your neck. 

“It is okay,” he whispers as if someone might hear. “Your lips are very soft. It feels very soothing.” 

You continue to kiss him. Your lips dusting over his neck as you inhale him, engraving him to memory. He shudders. And with a sudden boldness, you lick a stripe down and gently nip the sensitive flesh. He jumps a little, his hand moving to your scalp to softly tug on your hair. The sounds and moving pictures fade into the background. All you can focus on is the heat growing between your legs and the beat of his heart under your tongue. 

Your hand moves to the front of his pants, you cup his length through the fabric and slowly stroke him. 

“Can I?” you ask. 

Your gaze lifts when you hear the whimper that echoes from the back of his throat. Shadows dance along his face, eyes sockets looking deeper than they were. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and he swallows with a nod. A wolfish grin spreads across your face as you sink down to your knees. He gets comfortable, spreading his legs and allowing you to nestle between his thick thighs. In all honesty, a horror movie doesn’t make for the most romantic backdrop, however, the sight of him cheating his hand down his pants and grabbing himself makes up for it. 

Your breathing short paced and frantic, you help him out of his pants along with his boxers. His cock bobs heavily between his legs, precum smearing against the fabric of his shirt. With shaky hands, Javi unbuttons his polo, only to reveal that his white top underneath has ridden up a little, exposing the swell of his stomach and the soft curls that trail down his belly button. He’s definitely thicker than you imagined. Slowly, you wrap your fingers around the base and give him a firm stroke. A moan that’s a mixture between pain and pleasure hits the back of his teeth. 

“Hermosa,” he says, voice barely audible over the movie. “Let me help you a bit.” 

You draw your brows together, not quite sure what he meant by that. Javi doesn’t give you a moment to put the pieces together. Your eyes still glued to his cock, he spits in his hand and coats himself. You hold your breath and your lungs burn. Without much thought your own hand unbuttoned your jeans, sneaking a hand under the waistband, you stroke between your clothed folds. You’re soaked for him already. 

Javi touches himself gently, his cock glistening under the changing lights of the movie. His length twitches, growing bigger. Again, you swallow. You press two fingers to your aching clit. You gasp a little, which makes his eyes glimmer with amusement. 

“You like watching me?” he asks, palm swiping over the head. “Are you wet? Tell me.” 

Everything about this feels like a fever dream. You’re hald sure you fell asleep during the movie and dreaming all of this. But you’re not. Because when he lets go of his cock and gently cups the underside of your chin with wet fingers, your skin prickles so fast that it almost hurt. You exhale the breath you’ve been holding, your mouth dry like sandpaper. 

“Yes,” you whisper. “I’m soaked for you, Javi.” 

He hums with approval, “Good. That makes me very happy.” 

You’re not sure why hearing that makes your pussy throb, but it does. His smile never fades as he guides you to his cock, his hand sliding to the side of your face to cup your cheek. You part your lips and take the bulbous head of his cock into your mouth. With a pointed tongue, you taste him, and a groan trembles within his chest. You take a deep breath. Despite the hand on your cheek, he’s not forcing you to take more of him. Instead, he looks down at your patiently. His length throbbing on your tongue. Then, when you feel ready, you swallow more of him. Javi’s head falls back, his hips slightly raising off the seat. You purr at the way his blunt nails scratch your scalp

“Your mouth feels amazing,” he gasps and swallows. He follows the praise with a string of Spanish words that you hope have the same sentiment. 

Looking up between heavy lashes, you part from him and drag your wet lips down the side of his length. A thick vein meanders down, twitching with your every move. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss the curve of his testicles. You flatten your tongue between them, feeling the weight while his cock lays heavy on your cheek. 

“F-Fuck,” he moans, gently grinding and dragging his length down. 

Pulling yourself back up, you take him between your lips once more.  

You're lost in the sensation, the taste of him on your tongue, the weight of him in your mouth. You savor the taste, the musky and slightly salty flavor making your mouth water. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, teasing and licking him, feeling him pulse and throb against your lips. You take him deeper into your mouth. You love the way he responds to you, the way his nails bite into your skin and his breath catches in his throat.

With a wicked grin, you pull back and watch as he groans in frustration. "Tease," he breathes out, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice. You just smirk and run your tongue over your lips, giving him a show that is, hopefully, worth missing the movie. 

You use your tongue to trace the veins along his length, feeling the texture of him under your lips. Sliding your mouth up and down his shaft, you feel the heat building between your legs. You're getting wetter and wetter, your body responding to the sounds he’s making. You suck him deeper into your mouth, taking him all the way to the back of your throat, feeling him hit the back of it over and over.

Javi's hips start to move, thrusting gently into your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue. You love the way he tastes, the way he feels in your mouth. He pulses over your tongue. His breathing growing more ragged and loud. As Javi's thrusts become more urgent, you know that he's close to the edge. You keep your lips wrapped tightly around him, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, urging him on. And then, with a strangled groan, he starts to spill into your mouth.

You feel the heat of him spreading across your tongue, the taste of him making you moan. Your jaw aches, but still, you keep your mouth wide open for him, swallowing over and over, until he’s dried out. With a gentle tug, Javi signals you to let go and pulls you up onto his lap. 

Before you know it, his lips are on yours, tasting himself on your tongue. 

You moan into his mouth as he slides a hand between your legs, feeling how wet you are for him. He chuckles softly, breaking the kiss to trail hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. Your head falls back, your body arching into his touch.

“You weren’t lying,” he says, hot breath fanning your neck. “You are wet for me.” 

You nod frantically, grinding to meet the sinful touch of his fingers. But just as you’re getting used to it, the lights slowly flicker on and when you turn, you notice the credits rolling. 

“Shit,” you hiss, rolling away from him and letting out a breath. Javi is by your side in an instant, the curve of his nose snug against the side of your face. You can’t help but smile. 

“We should buy a ticket for the next one,” he whispers, lips touching your cheek. “Since we missed the ending.”

a/n: So, this was actually inspired by an actual mall we have here. And honestly, the empty cinemas are probably the biggest thing I'm going to miss about this place. It's seriously the best. Sadly tho I never had a javi to comfort me fgbgfbg

Normally yesterday I wanted to see beau is afraid but apparently it's not out in our country yet and is going to be in theaters on june 9th--I'll probably end up watching it online. Anyway since I oculdn't watch beau is afraid, the movie that's actually playing in the background is Hereditary which didn't spook me the first night but def spooked me the second night. And the more I think about it the more I wish Javi si with me lmaodfvdf

Hope you guys enjoyed the cinema filth! sending you all love xx

[forever-rogue]

eeeeeeeeeee!!!!! bee if you write for Javi sunshine G, I was thinking about him and a shy reader where they’re both fools in love who don’t know the other is in love and this cute prompt I saw the other day

when you are nervous and avoiding eye contact with your crush or lover and they suddenly stand closer to you and whisper, "look at me."

because if Javi G did that I would pass out, his puppy eyes are too much 😭

AN | Oh yes, he is absolute sunshine and this called for a love confession 🥰❤️

Pairing | Javi  Gutierrez x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re being ridiculous,” you were looking between Javi and the garment bag he was excitedly displaying to you. You didn’t even have to see the name on the bag to know it was outrageously expensive. That was Javi though, he never went halfway on anything or spared any expense.

“I am always ridiculous,” he stated simply as though he completely missed the point of your statement, “but this is for you. And it’s rude to refuse a gift.”

“Under normal circumstances I would agree,” you tore your gaze away from his in the mirror and turned around to face him directly, “but this is…I can’t accept this, Javi. It probably cost more than what I make in a month.”

“It does not matter,” he refused to take no for an answer and push the bag into your hands, “it is a birthday -”

“My birthday isn’t for weeks-”

“An early birthday present,” he scoffed playfully, putting a finger under your chin and turning your face towards his, “which you will wear to your birthday party.”

“Birthday party?!” your mouth dropped open, “Javi - no.”

“Javi yes,” he insisted with that big, sweet smile that you adored almost more than anything, “it is already happening - it is all planned. All you have to do is come.”

“You’re doing too much for me,” you softened slightly at his insistence, “are you sure about all of this?”

"Of course I am," he put the sleek, silky bag into your hands and turned you around to look into the mirror. He put his hands on your shoulders and stood right up behind you, "and you will stop arguing with me. Si?"

"Si," your entire body felt like it was on fire when your gaze caught his and he offered you a sweet smile, "gracias, Javi."

"Anything for you, sweet girl," he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and your legs felt like they were turning to jelly from the tender gesture, "I must get back to work, but you will join me for dinner later, yes?"

"I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to," you shook your head affectionately at the man, "so yes, I'll be joining you."

"I'll text you the details later," he grinned happily before turning to leave your office. Before he could duck out the door, he waved eagerly. You returned the wave and laughed as you listened to him whistle his way down the hall.

It wasn't long before Coco, your friend and coworker, knocked on the door before popping into your office. She was all bright eyes and smiles as she pointed at the garment bag, "that man is in love with you!"

You almost choked on your water and ended up having a small coughing fit at her words. You felt your cheeks grow hot but shook your head, "definitely not. You know Javi, that's just how he is."

"Javi is generous," she agreed, "but not 'drop an exorbitant amount of money on a custom made dress on just anyone' generous."

"Custom made?" your heart sank further into your stomach just imagining the price tag.

"Yes! That design house only makes customs," she gushed and went over to the bag, looking between you and the zipper she was desperate to pull, "he might as well propose already. Imagine that engagement ring!"

"We're not even dating," you groaned. You'd imagined it plenty of times but knew that it would never be your reality. It wasn't like that with Javi, and you'd never have the courage to ask him out, "besides, it's not about the money."

"I know that, and so does he," she insisted, "he's a good man but also generous. The two are not mutually exclusive. He likes to spoil so let him."

"Coco-"

"Please let me see the dress," you almost gave into her big, puppy dog eyes, "pleaseeeee."

"Not a chance," you shook your head in amusement, "you'll just have to wait and see it-"

"At the birthday party Javi's throwing for you," she finished and you snorted in amusement, "he's already sent the invites and I've already RSVP'd!"

"Dios mio."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You held your breath as you studied your reflection in the mirror. There was no way that girl was you. And yet…when you met her eyes, it was you. You'd done your hair and makeup to your liking and then put on the dress from Javi. And it…definitely looked like it was made for you. Well - it was, but still. It was incredible.

It was your favorite color, fitted just how you like it, just long enough to not be inappropriate and highlighted all the things you loved about yourself. It was…magical. It fit like a glove and made you feel amazing. You wished you never had to take it off again. Luckily, you also had the perfect shoes to match. It all felt like some sort of magical fairytale. 

You’d gone to Javi’s house to change before the party, and even he hadn’t seen you just yet. You could hear the buzz from all the people downstairs, and knew that the party was in full swing. Javi really had gone all out, and the idea that he had done all of this for you made butterflies practically explode in your stomach. 

When you knew that you couldn’t stall any longer, you steadied your nerves as best as you could before leaving the room. As soon as you took the first step out of the guest room, you were stopped by some of Javi’s staff, gushing over how wonderful you looked. You were just trying not to let it all go to your head. 

You headed downstairs and outside to the courtyard, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, but it really was no use. As soon as one person spotted, they began to cheer and the rest of the guests followed suit. Well. So much for a quiet entrance. 

But none of that seemed to matter because the only person that you saw in the sea of others was Javi. You had managed to spot him easily and effortlessly across the space, watching his entire face light up. 

“Thank you,” you had to look away from Javi before you somehow spilled your entire heart to him. You held up your hand in a small wave, “thank you all for coming - this is so wonderful. And thank you, most of all, to Javi for putting this all together. Javi, you are a stubborn but kind-hearted man, and I can’t thank you enough for everything that you do. Cheers to you.”

You could practically see the dark pink rise up in his cheeks as the attention turned over to him. He grabbed a glass of champagne and held it up and just when you thought he was going to make a big toast he looked at you and simply said, “salud.”

After you took a sip, you were half tempted to run away and hide among the crowds, but you knew that wasn’t an option. He would find you one way or another; and while that idea made you nervous, you also really just wanted to spend some time with him. You hadn’t seen him for a few days and that made you miss him despite the short separation. 

After throwing back the last of your drink, you set the flute down and walked towards Javi. Before you could even say anything, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly into his warm body. 

“Felicidades mi amor,” and oh. That sent a pleasant shiver down your spine as you felt him press his lips to the crown of your head. He pulled back and ran his hands down your arms, before giving your hands a squeeze, “you look…amazing does not even begin to cover it. There are no words that could adequately describe how you look.”

“Javi,” you felt bashful and started at your feet, chewing the inside of your cheek, “thank you for this dress, this party - everything. This is all so kind of you, and I really appreciate you. I mean, more than appreciate you. I hope you know that.” 

“Hmmm,” he hummed in content as he put his arm around your waist and led you away to the edge of the courtyard overlooking the sea. You felt your entire body practically vibrating with energy as you tried to keep it all together. Still averting your gaze, you relaxed slightly into his touch, wondering what he was thinking. It was like he knew exactly what was on your mind. Javi took your hand in his and squeezed it to get your attention, “look at all the stars.”

You did as he asked and felt breathless when you looked at the pretty inky sky glittering with so many stars, “it’s beautiful.”

“And yet still not nearly as beautiful as you are,” this caused you to gasp slightly as you allowed yourself to look at Javi. He had the biggest smile on his face with the softest eyes and you just couldn’t take it, “nobody and nothing could ever come close.”

You cleared your throat and looked away, blinking back the tears that started prickling at the back of your eyes. Your heart wanted to believe that what he was saying was said in a romantic way, but your head didn’t allow you to do that. 

You felt him move closer - the little bit that he could - and he nudged you gently, “hey. Look at me.”

You did as he asked and looked up at him, “Javi?”

“You must know how I feel about you, si?” he touched your face, gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek. You knew how you wanted him to feel, but the reality was a different thing, “I have thought about this moment so many times. How I would tell you everything that I feel for you…it seemed so much easier in my mind.”

“How you feel about me?” you echoed as he nodded, “what do you mean, Javi? How do you feel about me?”

“You must know, amor,” he was nervous, you could easily see that. You looked up at him with eyes that made him melt and shook your head, “n-no?”

“Tell me?” you asked softly, “please.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Oh. Oh. Oh? 

“Come again?” you asked softly, trying to stifle your nervous laughter.

“I’m in love with you,” he looked at expectantly and when you didn’t say anything his heart dropped into your stomach, “I-I should not have said anything…I clearly have overstepped my boundaries and you do not return my feelings-:”

“Javi-”

“I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable…”

“Javi-”

“I should not have assume your kindness meant that you think of me as anything more than a friend. If I have made you fell-”

“Javi!” you finally snapped him out of his stupor and he looked at you with wide eyes as though he almost didn’t understand what you were saying. 

When he blinked at you in surprise, you took his face in your hands and leaned up to press a gentle - but questioning - kiss to his lips. It took him a moment to catch up but when he did, his entire body lit up. 

He put his hands on top of yours and kissed you back eagerly and passionately. Neither of you wanted to break apart, but you hesitantly pulled back when you needed a breath of air. 

“Do you see how I feel about you too?” you whispered, still half believing that you had imagined all of this. But when you felt him playfully take your face in his hands and pepper kisses all over your face, you realized that this was all very real. 

“You are in love with me as well?” he asked tentatively as you nodded eagerly, “you never said anything!”

“I was nervous,” you confessed, “and never thought you’d feel the same. You never said anything either!”

“I was nervous too,” he admittedly shyly, “but I could not wait any longer. I had to tell you before the opportunity to do so would have passed me by.”

“I would have waited,” you promised and this caused his heart to swell, “you were worth the wait, Javi.”

“So were you,” he beamed, brighter and warmer than the sun, “can I kiss you again?”

“You can kiss me whenever you want,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles and tender touches, “if that sounds good to you.”

“That sounds perfect to me, amor.”

[sirowsky]

--Turning Corners--

Description: You're working at an electronics store and you're not having the best day. But an interesting encounter might just change that. Javier Gutierrez x named Female Reader.

Rating: Teen Warnings: Meet cute, reader has some serious issues with her name, some swearing, mostly fluff. Word Count: 2775 Author’s Masterlist

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   Whatever had possessed your parents to name you Samson, like the biblical character with the magic hair and all that, will forever be a source of anger to you.    Especially since they’d had the audacity to die when you were just thirteen years old, leaving you unable to question them directly, and feeling ineffably guilty about even considering changing your name, even now, twenty years after their demise.

   Having to explain to every single person you have even the briefest encounter with, that “no, it’s not short for Samantha, actually” has become such a massive irritation to you that you’ve stopped explaining it.    You give them that phrase and then nothing more, leaving them to try and guess, which no one has yet to succeed at.    It’s the only amusement you know how to derive from the disaster of a circumstance.

   You work in an electronics store, meaning you have to wear a nametag, which is probably why the subject comes up more often than one might think. Your customers certainly seem to think that each of them is the only one to ever bring it up.    And today is no different.    Little old ladies, while cute, are the worst customers you encounter.

   “No, ma’am, this blender is a basic level one and doesn’t have those features, I’m afraid,” you explain when she points to the one that she wants to buy, asking if it has an ice-crushing function.

   “But I need that for my smoothies,” she persists, so you direct her to the cheapest one of the products that does have that feature, because you’re sensing that this is gonna be a money issue.

   “That’s twice the price of this one!” she exclaims, proving you right.

   “Yes, ma’am. The machine needs more stability and a better engine in order to work hard enough to break ice, without overheating.”

   “How preposterous. A hammer can do it without a problem, and those costs almost nothing these days,” she huffs, and you refrain from telling her that, unfortunately, a hammer won’t fit inside such a small machine.

   “I’m afraid that’s just how it works, ma’am.”

   “Well, then I’m not buying,” she says, acting all offended, as if it’s somehow your fault that you can’t magically produce a cheaper version. “And I must say that I’m very disappointed, Samantha.”

   She says it like a grandmother admonishing a family member. They all do, and that’s exactly why you hate the little old ladies.    And because you’re fed up with it, your response ends up being extremely rude.

   “Actually, my name is Samson, and although I know all about magical hair, I still can’t make money appear out of thin air, and I sure as hell don’t have any say in how a single item in this store is priced.    So, don’t make it personal, ma’am. I’ll happily direct to our manager’s office if you wish to make a complaint, but don’t try to punish me for something that I am not responsible for.”

   She stares at you in utter disbelief, both during and after your little tantrum, so you walk away, leaving her standing in the aisle with her mouth hanging open.    If this gets you fired, you couldn’t care less. This job is soul-draining and you’re already looking for other opportunities.

   But later in the day, you still haven’t gotten any reprimands or notifications, so you assume that she was simply too stunned to complain, and you decide to try and just shrug it off.    Still, the confrontation has left you feeling hurt, for some reason, so while you wander around the store in the afternoon, supposedly available for customers to ask questions, you’re actively trying to avoid everyone you see.

   That is, until someone nearly runs you over.

   You’ve just turned a corner, coming out of the vacuum-cleaner aisle, when a tall man rushes past you so quickly and frantically that he shoves you backwards without even trying to. Just from the force of his movements.    He realizes his mistake, however, and somehow manages to reach out and catch your hand, just as you’re about to fall backwards.

   “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, please forgive me, Señorita,” he babbles while he steadies you, placing both his hands on your upper arms once he’s stopped you from tipping over backwards.

   You’re not the least bit angry with him, though. This sort of thing happens now and then, when people are rushed, looking in all directions instead of where they’re actually going, and the only time that it vexes you, is when they just keep going as though nothing’s happened.

   “No worries, sir. I’m fine,” you assure him, just as your eyes meet his, and suddenly you’re locked in place in between his warm palms on your arms.

   He’s absolutely gorgeous.

   Hispanic and deeply tanned, with golden brown curls framing his chocolate eyes, wearing a white singlet underneath a pale green short-sleeved shirt which is hanging completely open, with crème colored linen shorts on the bottom.    You half expect to find him wearing flip-flops on his feet, but he’s actually wearing really nice sneakers that match the color of his shirt.

   “Are you sure?” he asks, sounding more desperate than you’d expect from someone merely inquiring about a stranger’s wellbeing.

   “Is there something I can help you with, sir? You seem… rushed,” you try, not sure if he’s in a hurry, scared, or perhaps just lost in the maze of aisles.

   “Oh, you work here!” he blurts out after finally clocking your nametag. “Yes, yes, I need to find a dinosaur!”

   For a moment, your mind goes blank with that, because this is an electronics store, not an archeological museum. Do you even have anything that relates to dinosaurs?    He sees your befuddled expression and starts hurriedly trying to explain.

   “Is a toy, but not really a toy. More like… a little robot! It sings and changes color and… Fuck! I am not explaining this right…” he rattles off, and then takes a breath to re-center himself.

   He lets go of your arms to put his hands together in front of his chest, probably in an effort to help him focus, despite his stress.

   “It sits on a wall and helps children go to sleep,” he explains, and you finally get it.

   “Oh! Yes, I know exactly what you’re looking for, follow me,” you declare, happy to be able to help him, since he’s clearly out of his depth.

   You could simply show him which direction he needs to go and which signs to look for, but you honestly don’t trust this guy to find his own keys right now, much less get to the other end of the store without getting lost.    It has nothing at all to do with getting to be in the presence of his sparkling eyes, enchanting scent, or extremely huggable chest.

   “Thank you, Señorita. Thank you so much! I am sorry for cursing, it’s not how I usually treat people,” he scolds himself while he falls in beside you.

   “Don’t worry about it, sir. You’re far from my worst customer today,” you reply honestly, remembering the rude old lady.

   “Javi,” he says then, and you settle for just giving him a polite smile instead of answering, because he’s already seen your nametag and you’re not in the mood to get into the whole name situation again.

   “So, Javi, why the rush? I assume you have an unhappy baby at home?”

   “Ay… yes. I was helping to clean up his room and I knocked the thing off the wall, and it broke, and now the baby won’t sleep, and his mother is angry with me,” he answers, and he sounds really sad about it.

   “She’s angry with you about something that small? That seems harsh,” you observe, hoping he isn’t in a bad relationship, because he appears to be such a sweet guy.

   “My sister is under a lot of pressure, it takes very little to anger her right now,” he clarifies, and you have to keep yourself from grinning widely, because that means that there’s a chance that he’s single.

   “Oh, I see. Well, you’re sweet for trying to help her,” you say softly, hoping that your tone will help him feel better, and it does make him smile, albeit shyly.

   “What else is family for?” he poses the question, but into the ether, not to you specifically.

   “No kids of your own, then?” you prod, hoping he won’t think that you’re being nosy, which you totally are.

   “Not yet,” he answers, still sounding very shy, so you decide to drop the subject since it clearly makes him uncomfortable.

   But then he surprises you.

   “What about you? Any children, or spouse, or just special someone?”

   It’s an innocent enough question, but there’s something in his tone that makes you feel like he’s flirting. You might be imagining it simply because you wish that he is, though.    And you’re glad to hear that he isn’t automatically assuming that you’re straight, using gender neutral terms instead of the usual crop. It makes you wonder if that’s because he isn’t straight either, or if he’s just that considerate.

   “No, on all counts. I don’t really have the motivation to date right now, and most guys I’ve been out with in the past few years have been… well… unable to handle my personality, I suppose,” you offer, letting him know where your preferences lie, just in case you’re not imagining his interest.

   “Why? Is there something particularly difficult about your personality?” he asks, and you sigh, because you don’t actually enjoy talking about this and you suddenly wish that you hadn’t mentioned it.

   “I don’t think so, but apparently guys do. I expect to be respected and appreciated, and when I feel like I’m not, I speak up about it, and apparently that’s enough to label me difficult,” you gripe, but more sadly than angrily.

   You’ve reached your destination then, and point him to the correct shelf, which seems to surprise him.

   “Oh… Yes, this is what I need!” he says, and then darts off to collect the dino of the color he needs, before coming right back to you. “Thank you, but I will need help to find my way back to the checkout, I think.”

   Raising your eyebrows at him, you silently turn to the left and point to the giant sign that indicates that he’s only two aisles away from the registers.    It does seem like he genuinely hadn’t noticed that. His gaze drops to his own feet, and he scrapes the floor with the toe of his right shoe, looking adorably sheepish.

   “Busted…” he comments under his breath, followed by something in Spanish that you don’t catch, but by the tone it sounds like he’s calling himself out on his idiocy.

   You can’t help but giggle at him. He’s so disarmingly cute and generally fumbled.

   “I won’t hold it against you,” you smile, meeting his eyes when he looks up again, and there’s newfound confidence in his frame when he sees that you’re not about to reproach him.

   “If I ask you for your number, is there any chance I might get it?” he asks, and he’s back to sounding shy now, which somehow only makes him cuter.

   “Only if I get yours too,” you playfully respond, earning you a grin so wide that it makes his entire body shine.

   “Is no more than fair,” he shrugs casually, even though that grin remains unchanged.

   “There you are! What do you think you’re doing, Samson? You were supposed to swap over to the registers twenty minutes ago,” your supervisor suddenly appears from one of the aisles behind you, making you jump.

   Glancing at your watch, you realize that she’s right. In your eagerness to help out the interesting stranger, you’ve completely forgotten to relieve Annie from the checkout.

   “Ay, I must apologize, miss,” Javi immediately answers her before you can get a word in. “I got lost here, in my hurry, and I have not allowed this lovely woman to leave my side until I found what I was looking for.    I am so very sorry.”

   Taken aback by his apologetic and kind demeanor, she quickly sheds her irritation with you.

   “Alright, well… just make sure you don’t dawdle,” she admonishes, and you start heading for the registers at once, since that’s where Javi’s going anyway.

   “Thank you,” you whisper to him once she’s out of earshot.

   “Hey, you practically saved my life today, it was the least I could do,” he hums in return, and his deep voice makes your temperature rise just a fraction.

   But he’s only quiet for a couple of seconds following that, and then it comes.

   “So, your name is Samson? Like the biblical dude?”

   You wanna scream at the ceiling, even throwing your head back and rolling your eyes in a needlessly dramatic fashion, but you keep the sound from escaping you.

   “Sam. It’s just Sam. There’s no story, nothing funny, no cute anecdote, my parents were cruel morons, that’s all,” you growl, and he seems quite startled by your abrupt switch in mood.

   “Forgive me, I did not realize this was a sore subject,” he immediately backtracks, making you feel bad, because it’s obviously not his fault that this is the single most annoying thing of your entire existence.

   But before you’ve had a chance to voice your regret, he continues.

   “I only wanted to tell you that I think it’s a beautiful name for you,” he says quietly, as if he’s trying to let you know that he’ll stop talking the moment you even hint that you want him to. “It suits your strong personality. And it is much more unique and interesting than Samantha.    I really like it.”

   Not one person that you’ve ever met, throughout your time on this earth, has ever heard your name without laughing, making fun of it, or telling you how much they don’t like it or how badly it sounds as a woman’s name.    And that’s regardless of whether they’d had a chance to get to know you before learning about it, or not.

   Which is why, hearing Javi react like this makes you want to cry.

   “Thank you for saying that,” you reply, barely audibly as you’re struggling against the lump that’s settled deep within your chest.

   Instead of answering, he starts to sing loudly, and it’s bad enough that it causes laughter to break out of the overwhelming multitude of emotions that are trying to strangle you, effectively pushing them aside until the joy just completely chases them away.

   “See?” he grins at the return of your smile. “We all have that one thing we don’t like about ourselves. But that does not mean that we should let it stop us from having fun.”

   You could kiss him for reminding you of that. Or just for being such a wonderful person in general.

   Getting to the checkout, you apologize to Annie, who’s actually a really sweet young girl, and kind enough not to be angry with you.    You take over her station and since there aren’t any other customers in line at the moment, you set about charging your new friend for the baby sleep-helper.

   “That’ll be 29,99$, sir,” you chirp, and he pays with a blank card, which only adds to your interest in him, because you’ve hardly ever seen those kinds of cards before. “Would you like a receipt?”

   “Yes, thank you,” he smiles, and when you hand him the little strip of paper, he picks up a pen from your workstation and writes something on it, before handing it back to you.

   As promised, it’s his number. And since there are still no other customers waiting behind him, you pull out your phone from your pocket and dial it.    Sure enough, a ringing starts in one of the pockets of his shorts, and his smile widens.

   “Can I call you tonight then, Sam?”

   “I should hope so. I mean, you just missed my call, I’d be offended if you didn’t at least call me back.”

   He laughs softly at that, and then he reaches for your hand. When you let him take it, he merely holds it at first, as though it’s some exquisitely rare gift, and then he bends down and kisses it over the knuckles, looking up at you as he does.    You can’t tell if it’s a gesture of respect, or a taste of what intimacy with him would be like, but either way, it makes every inch of your skin tingle.

   “Until next time, Señorita.”

THE END

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[chaoticgeminate]

Evening Events

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Sparkling Embers Series Part Two

Pairing: Hellhound!Javi G x Half-Pixie f!Reader Series Rating: M Warnings: Toxic and abusive family, implied past bloodshed

Word Count: 2.9K

When no issues with the shipment of goods were made known you had decided it was safe to head off for your holiday, not really wanting to but knowing it was something you couldn’t miss. Not when the Queen of the Diminutive Fey so kindly offered a direct invitation, at least, and as you finished packing up you heard a low hum from the doorway as Javi took in your attire. One thing you detested about going back was the very rapidly changing dress requirements depending on your grandmother’s whim. Right now she was in a traditionalist phase, women in skirts or dresses and men in trousers sort of phase, you hated it.

You had thrown on a dress, the top half was a black turtle neck bodice while the skirt was a brown tartan pattern and a tea length, your opaque black tights and brown ankle boots completed the look and Javi tipped his head slightly.

“Traditional attire is sort of the thing with El’Anasaar right now, this is the kind of thing I’m expected to wear since it’s what the Court has made all the rage.” Your explanation earned a sympathy-laden nod, the sarcasm dripping from your voice at the end of the sentence coupled with an eye roll and shake of your head.

“You look beautiful, though you always do, but I do think I prefer your usual clothing to this. I’ll drive you to the Embassy building, Libélula, you are taking a portal there?”

With a snap of your fingers the luggage you packed began to levitate behind you as the pair of you left the bedroom to head for the front door.

“Yep, it’s the direct portal to El’Anasaar and the less traveling I have to do the better. If I were to take the Seagate Portal it would take me to the coastal city Remoria, which is a few days travel in Uhica with flying. The added hour of driving here is more than worth it.” Javi opened the passenger door for you, his rather sporty car had the convertible hood up since the weather was now in the cold season with December here at last, and your luggage fit nicely into the trunk before Javi slipped into the driver’s seat.

It was a serene drive, really, the two of you listening to music as Javi talked about his own holiday plans since it was Ellemire’s first time experiencing anything close to the mix of holidays this time of the year. You had left the gifts you’d made for everyone with Iggy and Kirial, the two bat shifters promising that none of the nosy demons would get into them early, and you wondered how the insane mix of holidays would even work.

The lesser demons and Gabriela celebrated a modernized Christmas, Iggy and Kirial celebrated Sol Invictus, you celebrated Yule, and Maggie always came by but she celebrated Saturnalia. All while Dahlia celebrated Hanukkah, her girlfriend Evaline celebrated Kwanzaa, and that made for one hell of a holiday set up at the villa that you couldn’t even begin to explain to anyone. A Christmas tree, a menorah, and a kinara all found a place of honor in the family space and the villa was decorated with amazing Christmas lights but also arrangements of lights to celebrate every holiday under its roof.

“Kirial and Iggy are going to be overwhelmed with gifts this year, I already know you went overboard without Gabriela and I there to stop you.” Javi was so generous despite his demonic heritage, he just gave and gave no matter how much or little someone needed it, and you watched his cheeks color under your suspicious stare. He tried to lie, stumbling over his words, but lying -at least to you- never worked out for him.

“You are right, I have, but it is her first SolYuChrisHanuKwaNalia!” The ridiculous holiday mash-up name had grown on you and Javi’s desire to include everyone had been the primary cause, phrases like ‘happy holidays’ always felt impersonal and at least around the Villa you had a way to include everyone with a more… heartfelt sentiment.

“Javi she’s still an infant, she won’t remember it, and by the time she’s old enough to I bet she won’t want to look at baby photos.” His pout made you hum and reach out to play with his curls, scratching gently just behind his ear, the soft huff as his lips curled into a smile made you smile too. He truly was sweet, nothing at all like what you’d been told about a lesser demon, and you knew he had his fangs in there but Javi wasn’t the type to resort to violence first.

“Libélula, you will be happy seeing your family, yes?” His genuine concern was touching and you felt your throat tighten just a little bit because of it, you’d always avoided the conversation of family with people on this side of the veil because you wanted them to be your friend because they liked you as a person and not because they wanted to gain clout or something. You supposed that must have come across as a negative thing, even though Javi disliked his own pack he didn’t avoid talking about them, and guilt shimmered through your heart.

“Probably, they’re my family. I know I don’t… really talk about it much but while our relationship is complicated it’s not completely bad.” Without telling him the entire truth you really couldn’t reassure him as well as you wanted to, and while you knew Javi probably wouldn’t think different of you if he did know it was still terrifying to face the thought of him knowing who you really were.

Silence fell between the two of you and you could tell that he wanted to ask but didn’t know how, it was probably the worst type of tension that you’d ever faced around him before.

“If you need to come back early just let me know, even if I have to come find you.” It wasn’t a vow, it wasn’t an oath, but you knew it was a promise and that he would give it to you was enough to make your heart race and your cheeks warm.

“Of course.”

Ambassador Clewyn had greeted you as calmly as they could, not a soul in the Embassy knew your status save for the Sprite across from you as you finished filling out your travel paperwork. Once the documentation for this side of the portal was done you were allowed to pass through the barrier spell around the large world tree. While there were many portals that were regulated and protected by the Consortium and the FBMI in other areas of the city this was the most central point of travel, the portals connected directly to the capitol city of each major government in the other realms.

The World Tree had been created and grown after the Sundering, the last act of the Immortals before they retreated to their own realms to allow for the wilding magic of the world -and the world itself- to heal, the twisting branches and shining green-gold leaves were hidden away within the walls of the Embassy building. Behind layers and layers of protection and masking spells, hidden from anyone that wasn’t a Se’Kvia native, and an entity of magic you were both in awe of and terrified of.

People nowadays liked to ignore the fact that wilding magic was alive, that it had a conscious and will of its own, so a large entity that was meant to house the portals between realms made of it? All it would take was the wrong comment made where those boughs could hear, where the roots could eavesdrop, and maybe that massive being would decide to send you somewhere else. At least that was your fear, your family all were convinced it was unfounded but nobody could know for sure, just because there hadn’t been tales of winding up somewhere else didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

The Ambassador waited until you were alone to bow, their brow furrowed and lips in a tight line of clear discomfort at not addressing you by your court title, and honestly you wanted to just go back to the villa now before you even got to El’Anasaar where everyone would be doing this.

“Princess, pray forgive my rudeness in the delayed court greeting.”

“Ambassador please, there’s no need for formalities on this side of the portal I assure you. Now, I have to hurry along, keeping her Majesty waiting is something even I am not allowed to do.” You paused to rest a hand on the twisting bark of the world tree, thanking the sentient ancient for allowing you passage, and then you were floating through the portal. You felt like you were floating, your golden markings shimmering as your wings manifested behind you, and as the ever swirling images around you stabilized you took in the sight of the portal room.

In El’Anasaar the world tree was out in the open, the city as a whole blanketed in illusions and protective runes, if someone was trying to find the city and they weren’t personally invited the chance of them getting through the wards was basically slim to none. As soon as the guards turned to look they dropped into a bow and you had to bite the inside of your cheek as you nodded, chin up and expression wiped clean of anything but cool indifference.

“Princess, you look lovely.” Captain Aelle Solarian of the Dragonfly Guard -the palace guards assigned to you specifically- bowed deeply and you had to bite back the instinct to hug her. You had two whole friends on this side of the portal, Aelle and Iphigén, and the last thing you wanted to do was get either one of them into shit with your family.

“Thank you Captain.” You fell into step in front of her, your luggage floating behind the two of you, and like you’d suspected the people out on the glittering streets stopped to bow when they saw you. You’d forgotten just how shiny the city was, the light gray kyberine stone making up the walkways between the packed dirt roads shimmering like starlight because of the orbs of light atop every garland wrapped lamp post.

Since El’Anasaar was in the Summer Realms there would never be snow here, instead of falling snow there were white petals from the towering silversage trees that were scattered all around the city. The dark trunks contrasting the nearly white green leaves and the glowing white flowers, casting a summer snow across the city as you stepped up into the carriage waiting for you. Iphigén’s excited smile was hidden behind the mess of brown curls they sported, thick rim spectacles not remotely on their face, but you didn’t care at all.

Aelle slipped into the seat beside you, her twin short swords set within easy reach, and the carriage driver clicked his tongue so the tamed field blurrgs began their walk back to the palace. With the doors closed and the privacy spells in place you allowed that expression of indifference to fall away, launching yourself into Iphigén’s arms with a delighted cry, and your best friend let out a shrill cry of their own as they returned the hug.

Only after you’d spent at least five minutes clinging to Iphigén did you release them enough to breathe so you could cling to Aelle too, just happy to be with your two closest friends again after so long. You wanted to be greedy and have them join you in Se’Kvia but that would mean exposing just who you were to everyone, since there was no real justification for you to have another pixie and a fire attuned sprite tattooed with the markings of the Diminutive Fey royal guard come with you.

“So, how goes wooing the hellhound?” Iphigén wiggled their brows playfully and you felt your face warming up as you began to deny it, not wanting to even get into that discussion just yet. Aelle snorted behind her hand and nudged you, making you pout at her for not letting the subject drop.

“There is no wooing.” Your reply was mumbled, you wanted there to be wooing but it just wouldn’t work until Javi knew the truth and after that you doubted that your crush would be allowed to flourish at all. Sure you weren’t the only Princess in the Court but that didn’t mean you were free to marry and love whoever you wanted to.

“I wish they would just let you be, this is kind of bullshit. Even if the wilding magic of the Aestori Grove Barrow Den chose you to succeed the Queen your naming wouldn’t go uncontested and, unfortunately, we all know what your history of duels has been like. I don’t want to have to stop you from bleeding out again.” Iphigén’s eyes were a little hazed over as she talked, no doubt thinking of the countless times you’d been hauled to your bed chambers after the very cursory once-over by the palace healers, you detested how much your friends suffered mentally for the sheer misfortune of being in your life.

“I mean, I’ve literally been trying to abdicate my position as a potential crown Princess since I became an adult, you know that I’m doing all I can here. Can’t exactly exile myself if the Queen decides that I’m not allowed to, and hiding in Se’Kvia isn’t an option since she’d just hire the Mandalorian Hunters to bring me back if I tried to ignore her summons.” You’d been hauled back by a Mandalorian before, after trying to flee deeper into Aestoran’s continent and hide among the razormist swamp lands with the elementals and the sprites that called the lands home.

It was an embarrassment you didn’t want to face again.

By the time you reached the palace entrance, which was more like a large rounded hill covered in flowers, it was nearly dark and you had poured your whole heart out to Iphigén and Aelle about the fact that you knew Javi wanted you too and how hard it was to hold back. The blurrgs were still plenty energetic despite the trip, stamping their feet impatiently as you stepped out and bid farewell to the driver. Kuiil tipped his head and departed, leaving you forced to hold an impassive face and act like you were someone you weren’t as the wooden door swung open.

The illusions to hide the palace in case of any danger were so strong that it was almost like looking into another realm when that door opened, instead of the inside of a dirt mound you could see the glittery butter yellow marble with its vibrant green carpets woven with patterns in bright floral tones; you walked through the door and all at once the grand entryway seemed to light up as the glittering white orbs lighting the space flickered to announce your arrival.

“The wayward Princess returns home.” Your eyes lifted to the top of the stairwell where one of your numerous cousins stood, though nobody would be able to tell based on appearances with just how different all of you looked, and you bit your tongue as she looked you over with a sneer of derision that was pretty standard by this point.

“There you are, my little flutterbug.” Your mother hurried over, pulling you into a hug that made your skin crawl at the display of false affection, hiding behind her too-wide smile was the hatred she had for you and had always had for you. Flutterbug was her way of calling you a dragonfly without using the word, to mock you for the sign of your weakness and mixed blood, you hated how they kept calling you back when you just wanted to be left alone.

All you were to them was the ass of a joke.

“Hello mother.” Just like that she released you and stepped back, now that you’d greeted her, and that fake smile was still very present on her face.

“We should really hurry to the throne room, please handle my daughter’s bags.” The head butler nodded and bowed, walking away with your bags to take them to your room, and you were very suspicious of the cheery behavior. Not that she’d ever actually tell you why she was so happy but it was concerning, especially with your cousin’s smirk growing wider as she fell into step beside you.

The throne room was as large and opulent as ever, filled with people, and you felt the weight of everyone’s stare as you were announced; your grandmother rose as your walked across the room and you almost didn’t notice the man waiting at the base of the short flight of steps. But you ignored his presence, dropping into a curtsy, and masking your voice from the anger and irritation that threatened to fill it.

“My Queen, it is an honor to have received a personal invitation for this year’s Yule festivities.” A slender hand lifted your chin, making you stand straight, and your grandmother looked you over with that indifference you knew her for and the same indifference you’d taught yourself to utilize.

“There are more than just Yule festivities, child. A suitor has asked for your hand, and after considering I have approved. I would like you to meet your fiancé, Lord Thaddeus Clement ne’Rahne.” The man you had ignored offered a smile, his eyes taking in the sight of you, and your heart dropped to the floor.

“No. I refuse.”

Your words caused a hush to fill the room and you could hear the scandalized whispers starting.

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[mirasantidotes]

Messy Annotations - Chapter 3

(GIFS NOT MINE)

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 3.93K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” you ask, giggling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[radiowallet]

Not Bored

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

Masterlist

You are bored. 

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

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

Lime green.

And doing nothing to hide the size of him. 

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

“You are missing important lines, mi flor.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna fuck my tits, sweet boy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you still bored, mi flor?”

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

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

No. You aren’t bored at all.

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So is this the end? Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Hello my beautiful creatures <3 For today im posting this about our favourite puppy Javi. We finally found out the date for TUWOMT soooo its time to celebrate! This is part of my writing challange so story is based on random chooded charecter, place and prompt. (Javi Gutiérrez - Vocation - Is this the end of our relationship?)

Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Warnings: Soft Javi, Jealous reader, little argument, 

Ps: Once again - I´m sorry for all the mistakes, I´m not native speaker and this is just my second ff in English, but i hope you will like it. 

Enjoy! 

You dated Javi for almost 8 months. He was a giant puppy. At the first date he told you that he never had normal relationship. His longest one was couple weeks. “Im not good at these things...” he said. “What do you think?” “Im not good with people. All the girls before just loved my money…” his self esteem was pretty low. You did not understand at all. He was so handsome and easy going. He wasn’t the most intelligent guy; he was pretty simple actually, but he was good man and always polite. He was nearly scared of touching you for the first time. Javi just wanted to do everything right. “Just talk to me and everything will be fine.” you said and kissed him. You never actually fought before. He was honest with you and tells you everything about his past. He told you how Gabriela broke his heart. He was telling you everything. So when you wake up in the morning and didn’t find him next to you, even in the apartment or at the beach, you start worry. He forgot his phone in living room. You were freaking out. You were looking for him everywhere. You start thinking about contacting his CIA friend, but he finally showed at the door. Alive and in a good mood. You want to hit him, really. He showed up after four hours of you looking for him and worrying. “Where the fuck have you been?” you asked. “Just at the yacht with Kay!” he was super calm what makes you even more angry. Were you little jealous? No. Maybe little more jealous than you think. Kay wanted Javier and everybody saw that, expect Javi of course. “We are just good friends, nothing more” he used to say. He would never cheat on you, but you knew Kay would at least try something. “Why didn’t you just let me know?” he still remains calm, and you were still freaking out. “I thought I would be back when you woke up.” “I was worried” you sit on the couch and let the deep breath touch your lungs. “I’m fine… sorry... I forget that damn phone and Kay do not has Hers...” He picked up his phone and looked at the display. So many missed calls till you find it muted in the apartment. “Of course, she will never let you let me know.” You start being little sarcastic, and he starts being little nervous. “What do you think?” “She wants you. A lot. It's obvious. And this whole vocation she tries to steal you from me.” You tried to make it clear to him. He was super easy going with everyone but sometimes, especially when it was young sexy women as Kay, you loose your self-confidence because of it. You knew Javi picked you and you hope he will always picked you but sometimes you actually was jealous of all the attention he gives to random people. “Are you jealous?” He asked with little smile. “Javi I´m not jealous but I´m not blind” Oh, how you hated her. And of course he did not realised. Everybody is always extremely kind to him. There must be something at his magical eyes because there is no way somebody do not like him. You never witness somebody being rude or bad to him. Even the most furious people just calm down next to him. But not you and not now. “You are jealous…” He smiled, but it makes you super angry. “Shut up and listen to me. You try to see always the good in people, but she is not… I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew your cousin.” You actually knew about everything. He told you because sometimes you need to be careful so he can't find you. “Kay is my friend. I feel offended that you do not trust me!” “I trust you. I do not trust her!” you nearly scream. He always loved to make you scream but not at this tone and not from anger. He can´t imagine sweeter sound than when you are screaming his name from a pleasure. You were arguing for a while now. You start regretting that you said something and felt exhausted of this. You wanted just to end this stupid argument and give your boyfriend a little silent treatment for a while. “Okey, Im done with this,” you said, “do as you want…” Javi became silent for a moment. He lowered his head, his curls fall to his face. He looked miserable. “So is this the end?” You looked to him but do not quite understand what he meant. You raise your eyebrows so he asked again. “Is this the end of our relationship?” Your heart aches as you saw his watery eyes. “Of course not, baby” you said, “You are not leaving me?” he asked and looked at you with his puppy eyes. “Why would I do that? Because of one argument? Javi, people argue all the time. Its normal. That does not mean I want to run away from you.” You stand up from a couch to hug him. “Good. Because I love you and I can’t do this without you” “What did you just say?” he blushed. He never told you before. You knew, but he never said that out loud. “I… I… I said I love you” he murmured. “I love you too, Javier Gutiérrez. So sooo much” You kiss his full lips, stroke his curls and realised that you do not need more in your life. Just Javi in your arms and everything other does not matter.

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

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

word count: 6.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“¿Discúlpeme señor?” 

He takes a sip of his coffee. 

“¿Si, señorita Pradera?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Next week.” 

Javi was sitting on the terrace when you arrived. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He missed you too. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Has it been hard for him? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“¡Mamá!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What happens next is an accident. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why the fuck is he still watching? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. 

OH. 

He doesn’t have his shirt on—shit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just can’t. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

His mouth waters, cock already throbbing with need. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s going to have to clean that.

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

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

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

Javi stays there the next night, and the next— 

And the one after that. 

“Are you ignoring me?”

“What— No, why would you think that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Javi moves back into his room that night. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lo siento, Mia,” he whispers. 

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

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

“And what might that be?” 

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

His brows furrow, “I do not understand.” 

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

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

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

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

Your answer takes him by surprise. 

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

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

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

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

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

He finds heaven between your lips. 

[psychedelic-ink]

Petals ║ Javi G.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp, minors dni

word count: 773

summary: The first time was an accident. 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.

warnings: javi secretly peeping into your room through the window, male masturbation, female masturbation, voyeurism, age gap (it isn't mentioned but it's there)

a/n: special thanks to my soul sister @inklore who gave me the idea after telling her that I wanted to write more stuff with pervert javi g. but had no idea what to make him do. I love your beautiful brain and heart and thank you for listening to me ramble about pedro pascal non stop ilysm

also if anyone else has any pervert javi g. ideas feel free to slide in to my askbox

The first time was an accident.

Javi had no idea his bedroom window had a clear view into yours but there you were, wrapped in a towel, dripping all over the floor, and attempting to pat the remnants of water from your hair with another. He swallows, the air around him suddenly stifling. 

The first time he couldn't help but stare. 

It is an accident, he keeps on telling himself. It’s not his fault that when you evidently drop the towel that his cock is already hard as a rock. It’s not his fault that he wraps his thick fingers around his length, stroking himself as he watches you apply moisturizer to your arms and legs.

And it definitely isn’t his fault that he cums heavily into his fist, his cock still twitching with interest, as if he hadn’t just rubbed himself dry a second ago. 

The second time was less of an accident and more of him taking matters into his own hands in hopes of seeing you again. Before he knows it, he’s sitting on his bed, body facing your window, desperately waiting for you to come out. 

You didn’t appear the second time and he hates the way disappointment riles him up, the crease between his eyebrows deepening as he takes himself into his hand once more, looking into your bedroom and remembering the ghost of your naked body. Javi strokes himself without pleasure, he’s angry at himself for peeping, for being so desperate to see you, it’s wrong, he shouldn’t be spying on you. You trust him. Your mother trusts him. You’re the daughter of a valuable employee, an employee he knew for years. The thought only makes his stomach churn.  

When Javi cums, he feels no relief. 

His guilt riddled heart forces him to stay in one of the many guest rooms. Javi avoids you and your mother like the plague, he’s certain that you already know and hate him for it. He just knows. 

The whispers of his room follows him around the mansion. Wherever he goes, he can hear it beckoning him, poisoning his mind to come back and take one last peek. If you weren’t there that would be it. He would never look through those windows ever again. 

It’s late at night and he finds himself staring into your bedroom the third time. 

Again, you don’t come out of the shower. In fact, it seems like you’ve already taken it. You’re sprawled on top of the bed, towel between you and the bedding as you spread your legs, fingers rubbing fast circles around your clit. 

Javi feels darkness looming over him as he shoves his pants down, fisting himself at the sight of you. His cock is already dripping, fingers sliding up and down his shaft with ease as a string of moans part from his lips. He can only see your pretty little pussy and fingers, you push two of them in, palm snug against your clit. Unaware, Javi thrusts into his hand, groaning. He wonders how your face looks during times like these. Would your lips be parted? Are your eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy? 

And most of all, he wonders what you’re thinking about. Do you ever think of him just like he’s thinking about you? 

Of course not. You might care about him, but not in the same way he cares about you–

Your back arches off of the bed and the most animalistic groan rattles in his chest. His movements become fast and sloppy, wet noises fill the bedroom, echoing his sin back to him but it only makes his body burn with desire. Javi imagines how your cunt might feel wrapped around his cock, how well he would stretch you. He wouldn’t be above teasing you, making you beg for him, but knowing himself fairly well, he knows he would take pity on you and shove his cock deep inside your wanting cunt. 

You cum before he does. Javi’s eyes darken at the way your body jerks, toes curling when your fingers continue to draw harsh circles around your clit. Then you relax, reach out to your phone and scroll aimlessly as you lay completely naked on the bed. 

Javi groans, didn’t you know that anyone could see you like this? Didn't you know that your curtains are wide open? Fuck– 

White flashes before his eyes, forehead beading with sweat while his orgasm electrifies his every nerve. He curls into himself, teeth grinding together as cum dribbles down his cock. Everything feels incredibly wet and sticky. Chest heaving, Javi stares at the ceiling, his own pants filling the dark space. 

This time he feels no guilt, only the buzz of his pleasure. 

The next day Javi moves back into his room. 

[psychedelic-ink]

— killing flowers.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

a/n: I literally wrote this because I can't stop thinking of him in that orange shirt and gun-- i needed to let out my frustrations somehow

word count: 1.7k

summary: guns and javi, what else can you say?

warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism but no one sees it's just you and javi on the balcony, gunplay, mild dirty talking, day time drinking, the use of wh.ore but once, piv, creampie, mild over stimulation

Another gunshot echoes and you swallow. You’re perched on top of a plastic chair as Javi practices his aim, your long island iced tea long forgotten while you stare at him, entranced. A gust of warm wind blows and your eyes follow the movements of his orange button up shit, a bit of skin showing at his hip. You’re basically salivating at this point. Streaks of amber shimmering within his chestnut hair, you take in a shaky breath. Eyes traveling up, you stare at his neck, observing the way the muscles flex under his sweat coated skin as he cocks the gun. 

Shit. 

You tear your gaze away and with a shaky hand you grab your drink. Javi was a gentle natured man, if he had a choice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Knowing this, the way he handles the shotgun still manages to send shivers up your spine, perspiration thick against your forehead. He looks dangerous, which is the thing that’s getting you all riled up. You want to feel those same hands ravishing your body, squeezing every inch of you while he claims you as his own again and again. 

After another successful hit, Javi cries out with joy and lifts his hands into the air. With the widest smile you’ve ever seen on a man, he turns to you, eyes sparkling. 

“Did you see that, my love?” 

Oh you see it alright. His stomach is completely exposed, fabric grazing against his smooth skin as the wind envelopes you both like satin sheets. Your eyes trace over every inch of his exposed skin, muscles hiding beneath a bit of fat, you press your thighs together. His smile wavers a bit, making you realize that you’ve been starting a bit too long. Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your long island iced tea. The alcohol burns your throat but it's nothing compared to the way Javi’s worried glance  brands your skin. 

“Is something wrong?” 

A nervous chuckle makes its way out of your lips, you wave your hand in hopes to dismiss his worries. 

“No, no– Everything’s fine,” 

Shit, your voice is shaking. 

Javi hurriedly makes his way to you and pulls up a chair, averting your eyes, you take another sip of your drink. He isn’t going to let this go, is he? The shotgun lazily leans against his inner thigh between his legs, you tense up, continuing to sip the damn drink as you try not to stare. Gosh, he’s  probably even more worried now. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

With that you lift your gaze up, you try to give him your most heartfelt smile but from his over the top horrified reaction, you realize that maybe you’re not the best at faking a smile. 

“You are, aren't you?” he begins to mutter. “What is it tell me,” 

His hand squeezes around the barrel of the gun, knuckles turning white. You hate to make him worry and it wasn’t your intention in the first place but you had no idea what to say. Your eyes travel down to his neck, you love that he never fully buttons up his shirt. Completely forgetting about your surroundings, your lips part with a soft gasp. Javi’s chest rises and falls like the winter wheat, another warm wind blows. 

You fail to notice the way Javi’s gaze follows yours, neck caving in on itself as he looks at the same place you are; his chest. His lips twist into a playful smile, turning his eyes back to you, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I see now that I might have been misreading the situation,” he purrs, scooching closer. You swallow thickly as his knees brushes upon yours. “Is there something I can help you with, mi amor?” 

Your tongue feels incredibly large within your mouth, you don’t know what to say. Breath hitching, your gaze shifts to the gun, Javi moved closer to you, the weapon had fallen between your legs instead. You feel the coolness of the metal against your thigh, clenching your teeth, you meet his glance. The way he stares at you makes your heart jump, you have managed to capture his entire undivided attention. Javi places his forearm against your shoulder, fingers lazily grazing against your nape as he awaits your answer. With his other hand, he takes your long island iced tea away and places it back on the table.

A faint moan makes its way through your lips. 

“You look really good in that shirt,” you choke out. 

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoy it,” he grins, fingers now curling around the column of your neck. 

Your thighs close around the gun, actively searching for any kind of friction that would douse out the flame between your legs. At this moment you’re ready to beg for his cock. You had marinated in the feelings of lust and love enough to get on your knees. 

You part your lips, ready to give the man sitting across from you whatever he wants but the words die on your tongue when Javi grabs the barrel of the gun and shoves the gun into your cunt. Your back arches against the chair and your eyes roll back. Gripping the plastic armrests, you revel in the feeling of metal parting your wet folds, Javi chuckles. 

“My poor girl, so needy but doesn’t know how to ask for it,” 

You’re about to cry as you nod. You just wanted him to hold you, fuck you, care for you. With a hiss, you grind your drenched heat against the weapon and let out a sultry moan. It feels too good to stop so you continue to pleasure yourself under Javi’s watchful gaze. He moves the gun whenever he pleases, either pulling it back slightly, or pressing it into you in an almost painful manner. You’re positive that the metal is shinier than ever, cleansed with your slick. Javi’s name falls from your lips again and again, eyes fluttering closed as you simmer in your own filth. He must think you’re an animal. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to make me jealous,” 

Despite his playful tone there’s something dark laced within his words. Eyes fluttering open, you blink away the tears and groan. Only now you realize that he hasn't touched you, not even once. 

“Javi,” you whimper. “I want you, please,” 

And that’s all it takes. 

The gun falls to the floor, clattering as you suddenly find yourself leaning against the stone railing, facing the magnificent view. Your fingers curl around the stone as he lifts up the skirt of your dress, his movements hurried, desperate almost. Javi decorates your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses, soft facial hair tickling your skin while he slides your panties to the side. He drags his fingers between your fold, hips thrusting as he feels how wet you are. 

You gasp when he shoves in two fingers with ease, your legs tremble, arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. You feel his thick, golden rings at the base of his fingers, one of them presses snug against your clit. 

“You are so wet for me,” he groans. “Do you want my cock now?” 

You breathe out, “Yes,” 

You almost topple over, his cock filling you up with one smooth thrust. Javi’s arm snakes around your waist, keeping you upright as he sets an relentless pace. The balcony echoes with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, your eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips. His hand slides up to your neck, fingers gently curling around as he pulls you flush against his back. You cry out, eyes barely open. You feel so exposed, yet there’s something beautiful about the way the wind caresses your damp skin. 

Cunt squeezing around his cock, he groans into your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he grinds his hips. His cock is thick enough to make you feel every curve, the stretch he provides makes your legs tremble. 

“You like me fucking you out in the open like this?” His accent is thicker, dripping with lust. “My little whore, so hungry for my cock, always,” 

The tone of his voice, his breath against your skin, his cock slamming into you again and again– It shatters you into a million pieces, the coil within you snapping as you gush all around him, slick dripping down to the marble floors and echoing the sound of rain. Javi’s hips still, cock hard and deep inside of you. He presses his lips against your ears, you shiver, your breath oneven as the tremors of your orgasm still rock throughout your body. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he groans. “Do that for me again, love,” 

“I-I can’t,” 

He resumes, dragging his cock almost all the way out and snapping his hips forward, you scream, eyes glossed over with tears. 

“Oh you will,” 

The way he rasps into your ear makes you shiver, the undertones of danger lurking deep within his command. Your insides throb, cunt twitching uncontrollably while he fucks you, wanton moan rips away from your throat, nails clawing against the stone railing. 

“Javi, Javi– I-It’s too much– I can’t!” 

“You can,” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you. “I know you can– You want to make me happy right? This will make me happy, come on you can do it–” 

Heat begins to blossom within you once more, slick dripping down your thighs. You can barely think, the heat grows and grows, encompassing your entire being, his cock hitting your deepers parts again and again– 

Your eyes shoot wide open, your body convulsing as your vision blacks out. Your head falls back on top of Javi’s shoulder, you’re breathing heavily, chest heaving as you gasp for air. He holds your tight, both arms now wrapped around you while he animalistically fucks his cock even deeper. Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you, your oversensitive pussy still dripping and gushing around his length. With one more thrust he bites your shoulder, pain blossoming across your skin as he emptied himself into you. 

Javi can’t help it as he continues to shallowly rock his hips, cock throbbing. Cum spills from the sides of his length, tickling the inside of your thighs and staining the floors. When he pulls out you almost fall but he holds you, carrying you back to the plastic chair. Javi adjusts your dress and sits in his prior seat. You both stare at each other in complete silence, breathing heavily, feeling the sun against your skin. Your eyes fall to the shotgun forgotten on the floor.

Javi is the one to break the silence. 

“I should wear this shirt more often,” 

“You definitely should.” 

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[psychedelic-ink]

— cinema.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

word count:  4.1 k

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

warnings: established relationship, vaginal fingering, piv, creampie, dirty talk, size kink (javi's pp his huge in this one don't @ me), oral (receiving), dom/sub undertones, a bit of subdrop at the end, cockwarming

a/n: this isn't meant to be chubby!reader but there is descriptions of javi squeezing readers stomach soo just letting you guys know just in case-- enjoy xx

inspired by this post right here

my smut writing playlist that no one asked for

Movie nights with Javi is always the best. 

First of all, he owns a home cinema. It’s big, spacious, has a popcorn machine to give the illusion of this being an actual movie theater and, by your request, is fully stocked with alaska frigo’s, which is a chocolate ice cream bar that was especially distributed in movie theaters in Turkey. The country you lived in prior to moving in with him. 

Second, Javi is a movie nerd, meaning he has the ability to give so many interesting insights about the films you’re watching together. He knows so much and you’re always in awe of his knowledge, especially when it comes to Nick Cage. A true fanboy indeed. 

But luckily for you, due to a bet you had won prior, you get to pick the movie. 

With the remote in hand, you sit upon the couch cross-legged, Javi soon joins you after dimming the lights. He places an arm around your shoulder and he pulls you even closer, prompting you to extend your legs over his lap. A smile spreads across your face as he begins to caress the loosely thrown limbs, his fingers thick and strong against your thighs. 

“So what have you chosen for us, love?” 

“Spirited Away,” you reply, giddly. “I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic,” 

“Ohh good choice,” Javi playfully slaps your thigh. “Go one then, start the movie,” 

Your eyebrows slightly raise, a gesture so small that it’s completely hidden thanks to the dark atmosphere. Something feels odd, the way he speaks, the way his voice  drops an octave in an almost sultry way. You stare at him, his countenance illuminated by the light of the screen. He’s smiling, rather widely, like he always did. Your gaze travels down to your thighs, his thumb draws soft, slow circles, a gesture so feather-like that it sends a shiver up your spine. You swallow, cursing at yourself for your mind being in the deep ends of the gutter. 

The movie starts, the familiar blue screen of the Studio Ghibli logo showing up. But no matter how hard you try you can’t focus. His hand now fully begins to caress your thigh, going up and down as his brown eyes follow the characters on the screen. Damn, did he seriously have no idea what he was doing to you? This was torture. Face feeling warm, you force your gaze to the screen, you watch the beauty of the drawings, it’s a familiar sight but one you never grow tired of. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

Soon you’re completely absorbed by Chihiro’s journey and her struggle in adapting to her new surroundings. You completely forget about the hand on your thigh, which might’ve been a mistake on your part. 

Javi suddenly pulls you on top of his lap, your backside sliding between his thighs as his arms snakes around your waist. With a gasp you turn to him, you haven’t moved by much but you feel disoriented. 

“Javi–” 

He shushes you, “Focus on the movie my love, I just want to feel you closer. Don’t mind me,” 

Nodding, you get comfortable on his lap. You rest the back of your head over his broad shoulder and tug his hand so they lay on your stomach. He hums as he lightly squeezes the softness of it, lips momentarily grazing against the skin of your neck, puckering them to lay a fleeting kiss. 

The sudden heat you felt before comes rushing back. His large hands toying with your stomach, fingers digging into your flesh in a similar fashion of when he fucks you. You shudder. The mere memory of his cock splitting you open proving to be enough to have your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing. A soft whimper makes its way out of your lips. Upon hearing the voice, Javi’s hands slide further down, fingers trailing the waistband of your loose gray sweatpants. 

And there his hands remain, only occasionally pulling your waistband and releasing it. 

Thirty minutes pass and once again you forget the presence of his hands, observed by the movie. To be honest, he’s more comfortable than the couch. The steady rise and fall of his chest lulls you into a sleep-like daze, his steady breath a lullaby as it tickles the back of your ear. Your eyelids feel heavy. You can barely keep them open, blinking heavily as you try to focus– A yawn parts your lips and you shimmy on his lap, getting even more comfortable. 

You fail to see his kind-hearted smile shift into something more mischievous. His fingers sneak under your waistband, spreading them across your pelvis as they travel further down. The sound of your mid yawn turns into an odd choking sound, you cough profusely, his fingers now inching closer to your aching core. You shift awkwardly, a whine forming against your lips as he drags his fingers between your folds, he feels how wet you are, the curls tickling the tips of his fingers while gathering your slick across the digits. 

Your eyes flutter close when he pulls out his fingers, he brings them close to his face. Javi purposefully inches closer to you, the side of his cheeks brushing against the tip of your ear. He inhales and groans at the unaltered scent of you. There’s something explicitly dirty about hearing him inhale, it drives you to the edge of insanity, there’s just something so animalistic about it. More slick gushing from your needy self, you feel the dampness grow across the fabric of your underwear. You moan, grinding your ass down and feeling his hard cock underneath, your mouth waters. 

He clicks his tongue, his thick fingers covering your mouth– You groan, eyes rolling back, you can smell yourself on his fingers. 

“Shhh, I can’t hear the movie,”  

Fuck, he’s teasing you. Javi’s very aware of what he’s doing. 

His fingers slide down to your throat, he feels your pulse, he feels how maniacally your heart is beating. With a smile, he nibbles the skin that hides behind your earlobe, the tip of his tongue playfully moving against it. Your breath hitches, pulse quickening once again. 

“Calm down, mi princesa, focus on the movie,” 

It’s easier said than done, is what you want to say, but you don’t. Javi, despite being a sweetheart, is an avid brat tamer and you’re not in the mood to be teased more than you have to. Instead you chew your bottom lip, taking in deep breaths as you will your heart to calm down. Thankfully, he doesn’t say or do anything. He waits. Patiently. His eyes glued to the screen much like yours. When your pulse steadies, he hums with approval. His hand once again sneaks down the waistband of your sweatpants and nudges his thick fingers between your folds. 

By the end of ten minutes you’re on the verge of tears. Everytime a whimper, moan, groan– Basically whenever any kind of noise escapes from your lips Javi stops. 

And after a while passes, the torture begins all over again. 

You feel like a heroine of a Greek tragedy. You feel like Prometheus, only including less gore. He brings you to the edge, the taste of your orgasm thick on your tongue, and as soon as you indulge he takes it away. You grit your teeth. Again with the waiting. You wish to close your eyes but you can’t. He made that perfectly clear when your eyelids mistakenly fluttered closed– Though, instead of stopping, he had pinched your clit, eliciting a sharp hiss from you.  

Again, the heel of his palm presses against your clit while he thrusts his fingers in and out. You try your very best not to make a sound. The way Javi curls his fingers electrifies your every nerve, you’re positive if you were to look down you would see a rather large dark gray stain spreading across the crotch of your sweatpants. The pressure between your legs starts to build again, fuck, you grit your teeth. You want to cum so bad. You need to. A fog settles over your mind as a tear slips from the corner of your eye. Javi’s quick to lean in and lick it away, lips trailing down the apple of your cheek as he adds a third finger. 

You can’t take it anymore. 

“Javi–” you cry out, grinding your hips to meet his fingers. It feels so so good, your eyes roll back. “Please, please, please– I’m sorry, I’m sorry– Just please let me cum, please!”

You pant, rolling your hips despite Javi’s fingers coming to a full halt. It doesn’t matter, he’s still inside, you can still feel him, his fingers, thick and long and– 

“What are you apologizing for?” 

You can barely register the question, let alone answer with an incoherent sentence. The movement of your hips slows down and you blink heavily. The movie plays in a blur, all colors and shapes muddled together as you desperately try to clear up your mind. Your chest heaves as your insides clench around his finger, your gnaw on your bottom lip. Everything feels so overwhelming. 

“I-I-” 

Javi nibbles your earlobe, the gesture acts as an anchor, pulling you back to reality. You take a shaky breath, hips coming to a halt. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice raspy. 

“I am,” 

Much to your disappointment, he pulls out his fingers, hands traveling up your body and cupping your breasts. 

“You’re so distracting, all these noises and the way you just act out when you don’t get what you want–” he tuts, shaking his head. “Don’t I already give you everything? Tan mimada, you even picked out the movie and you still can’t behave,” 

Your eyes flutter close and you lose yourself in the soothing timber of his voice. You’re aware that he’s scolding you but it’s so hard to care when he speaks in such a soft, hushed tone. He roughly squeezes your breasts and your hips twitch, you whine. With a chuckle Javi scoops up the remote from your lap and pauses the movie. 

“It seems like we won’t be able to enjoy ourselves unless you’re thoroughly filled up, isn’t that right?” 

Fuck, the way he purrs into your ear is going to make you explode. 

“But before that I want to taste you, stand up,” 

What? 

“What?” 

“You heard me,” his tongue dances across the column of your neck, leaving a wet trail. “I want to kneel in front of you and make you cum with my tongue, I want you to soak me, my love,” 

A rather violent shiver consumes your very being. This wouldn’t be the first time where Javi ate you out until you couldn’t see straight anymore but it would be the first time where he did it while you were standing. Anxiety along with excitement claws at your gut. Your mouth feels dry, you want to, you really do but you would be so exposed. Breath stuttering you stare at the paused screen, his hands skimming across the frame of your body, a soothing gesture. 

“We don’t have to do it like that, of course,” he says, lips moving along your neck. “I can eat you out on the couch as well, it’s all the same to me– Just decide soon, my tongue craves your taste,” 

Instead of voicing out your answer, you stand up, slowly taking a few steps forward until you stop and turn to him. Javi watches you with a hungry gaze, the corner of his lips slightly curling up as you shed yourself out of your clothes. 

Javi is the definition of eye fucking. 

His already dark brown eyes now seem completely engulfed by the blackness of his dilated pupils. He looks you up and down multiple times, taking in every patch of skin and crevice you have to offer. You can almost feel it. His gaze washing over your body in the form of a lover’s caress, you can’t help but let out a faint moan, your pussy clenching around nothing but air. Javi instinctively spreads his legs, your eyes follow the outline of his thick cock. He’s not the one to wear the tightest of pants but man it looks like he’s wearing skinny jeans right now– 

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” your voice breaks towards the end, you need him like you need air. 

He shakes his head. 

“Not now, no.” 

Javi finally gets up, his steps slow and controlled. He stands an inch away from you, the fabric of his shirt grazing against your erect nipples as his palm cups the side of your face. You lean in to the touch, sighing when his thumb presses against your lips. 

“I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs. “So eager, so beautiful– The most gorgeous flower I’ve ever seen,” 

His words make your heart skip a beat, before you can retaliate, however, he kneels down, hands moving along your body as he does so. 

When you look down your thighs quiver, he’s staring directly at the ache between your legs. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pushes them apart, eyes taking in the sight of your glistening pussy. You’re embarrassed at how your inner thighs are soaked with your own wetness, but instead of inquiring about it, Javi darts his tongue out, kissing your slick coated thighs hungrily. His tongue is so warm against your own skin, ticklish almost, you card his hair back with your fingers. Javi’s eyes are squeezed shut, humming as he devours the meat of your legs. Your breath stutters. He looks so good like this, his head between your legs, kneeling for you, pleasuring you– Shit. 

A wave of wetness grows between your thighs, you can’t help it, this man is mesmerizing. Your cheeks hollow when you take a sharp breath, you don’t think you have enough willpower to keep yourself upright during all of this. Even now you’re barely standing, legs trembling. 

His trail of kisses leads to your core, Javi drags his tongue across the seam of your cunt, groaning as slick coats his tongue. Your fingers tightens around his hair, hips bucking forward as he buries the wet muscle deeper. Javi’s large hands cup each mound of your ass, squeezing and kneading the muscle. When he pushes you forward you almost topple over, barely able to keep yourself from falling. He looks up to you, big brown eyes heavy with lust. The bridge of his nose constantly moves against your throbbing clit as he fucks you with his tongue, lapping your juices and moaning into you. The vibrations alone makes you close your shaking thighs, when your eyes flutter open you see him trapped, quickly apologizing as you spread your legs once again. 

Pulling slightly back, he licks a stripe between your folds and grins. 

“I don’t mind, I love it when you lose control,” 

“Javi…” you whine, grinding your hips towards him. “I want to cum–” 

“Do you, now?” 

He suddenly buries his lips between your folds and sucks in your clit, he flicks his tongue. A wanton moan rips from your throat, pleasure spiking from your core and spreading throughout your entire body. His tongue brings you to the edge, your thighs closing around his head as you rock your hips, slick dripping down his mouth to his chin. You’re delirious with lust, rasping out his name over and over again, your heart thudding loudly against your chest. You’re dangling on the edge, his tongue threatening to push you over. You tug at his hair, silently begging him to move his mouth faster, but just as you lose yourself into the pleasure, he shoves in two fingers– 

Your mouth spreads wide, a string of curses and moans falling from your damp lips as your body twitches and stills. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers, gushing around them as slick drips into his mouth. Javi hungrily laps up everything you have to offer, obscene sounds of slurping and groaning filling the room. He continues to move his fingers, curling them and shallowly thrusting them. You grit your teeth, another wave of pleasure washing over you as you come again. This time Javi moans, his one hand sliding to his clothed cock and squeezing it. The movement sends a spike of arousal up your spine, you need him. 

When he pulls away his chin is dripping with the essence of you, his facial hair damp. Looking up, Javi grins at you, clearly proud of making you crumble. The sight makes both your heart and pussy throb and you can’t hold yourself anymore, you drop to the floor, knees scraping against the carpet. His strong arms quickly come around you, pulling you close as his lips find the middle of your forehead. 

“Was that too much?” he murmurs. “I’m sorry,” 

“What are you apologizing for?” you tease him with his own words, a weak smile spreading across your lips. “That was amazing, Javi. But I need you, need you inside, need you to split me in half,” 

His eyes go wide, eyebrows reaching all the way up to his hairline. 

“Fucking hell,” 

He pushes you until your back is against the floor, the sound of a zipper soon follows and you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. You claw at the floor, back arching by the mere thought of his cock plunging into you. Javi leans in and captures your lips in a voracious kiss, he licks the inside of your mouth, sucks on your bottom lip and openly moans. Your arms come around his neck, pulling him closer– You want him to devour you, suck the air out of your lungs and leave you breathless. He does about that, kissing you until you’re gasping for air, which he provides, momentarily, before sucking your tongue into his own mouth once more. 

You know what he’s doing, he’s done it before. But it’s like your brain resets every time, forgetting that Javi purposefully distracts you with kisses and torturous touches while he pushes in, filling you slowly, inch by inch. The sheer length and thickness of his cock surprises you every goddamn time, you gasp away, brows scrunched up painfully as your chest heaves. 

Javi mouths the underside of your jaw, whispering words of encouragement as he tastes the salt of your skin. He’s not moving anymore. 

“I-It feels so good but– fuck–” 

He kisses your eyes, then your nose, the ticklish sensation of his facial hair coaxing a giggle from you. 

“We have all the time in the world, just breathe for me,” 

You do as you’re told. You breathe in once– twice– 

“I-Is it fully in?” you ask already knowing the answer.

He chuckles, another fleeting kiss follows, this time on your lips. 

“It’s only half way in,” 

Neither you or he expects a moan to ripple from your chest, your head falls back, slick growing between your legs as your insides squeeze around him. Javi hisses between clenched teeth, hips stuttering forward at the pressure. You’ve only taken half of him in, you remind yourself and another moan follows, another squeeze around his cock. Javi presses his forehead against yours, both of your skins wet with perspiration. A growl ripples out of his throat, a sound so animalistic that it makes you clench a third time. 

“You’re going to kill me, little one, tell me–” he swallows. “Tell me you can take me. Tell me I can fuck you now,” 

“Yes,” you blurt out, lips brushing against his. “Yes, Javi– Please, fuck me,” 

Javi buries himself completely and your vision blacks out for a moment. The stretch of his cock is the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, he closes the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. While your tongues intertwine, he slowly pulls back his hips and pushes forward, when you moan into his mouth, he repeats the movement, then again and again and again– 

You break away from him and cry out his name, as an answer to your cries, he bites your neck, lapping the dents his teeth provide. You have no idea how to describe what you’re feeling, your brain short circuits, all you can feel is him. Javi. Waves of mind numbing pleasure soothes over your burning body, you raise your legs in a silent attempt to make him go deeper, which he obliges. He grips the back of your knees and pushes your legs up, grunting, he begins to slam his hips. The way his pelvis bruisingly hits your oversensitive clit again and again forcing out another orgasm. He stills as you thrash about, screaming and crying. You can almost hear the way slick drips down to the carpeted floor, you feel embarrassed, body tingling. 

With a smile Javi presses his lips against your calf, gently nibbling the muscle as he grinds his hips. Each time he does you gasp, eyes rolling back. Pressure begins to build behind your eyelids, your overwhelmed cunt throbs, it’s too much. 

“Where do you want me?” he asks, lips still latched onto your skin. 

All you do is whine, still slightly dazed. He growls and rolls his hips, your back arches at the pressure, your eyes momentarily focusing on nothing by him. 

“Dimelo ahora,” 

Javi talks so fast that you can barely register the words, scraps of your spanish lessons flashing in your mind. Tell me now, he’s saying. 

“Inside,” 

The little self control that Javi had crumbles with your one word. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he sets a bruising pace, cock gliding in and out of you desperately as he chases his own orgasm. Your eyes roll back, heat builds between your legs again, a tear rolls down your cheek, it feels so good, so good that you can’t help screaming out his name. Javi drags his teeth against your skin, the mere sound of him fucking into you is enough to push you over the edge again– 

You don’t even know where you are anymore. Your ears ring, heart beating as if you’re running a marathon, your body visibly shivers. Javi thrusts again and again, his lips murmuring something in spanish. With one more thrust he’s coming undone, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his large cock and filling you up to the brim. You can feel him pulsing inside, a groan tumbles out of your parched lips. You’re spent. You don’t even know how to talk anymore. 

After moments filled with the sound of the both of you panting, Javi pulls out. You wince at the way cum trickles down your inner thighs, you feel so empty, a sudden feeling of sadness corrupting your heart. 

“Talk to me, flower. Are you alright?” 

You blink heavily, your body reacts at his words, heart swelling at the nickname. You nod. 

“Please use your words,” 

“I’m–” you clear your throat. “I’m good,” 

“I’ll be right back with supplies,” 

When he attempts to get up, you scramble forward with hopes of grabbing his wrist. The sadness you felt prior gathers in you like a storm, your face contort with incoming tears when your fingers merely brush his wrist but Javi feels it. He turns and after a moment of observation he kneels, pulling you close to his chest. 

“What is it?” 

You sniffle, “Don’t go, I-I want to feel you, it…it feels so empty now. I–I,” 

“It’s okay,” he presses his lips against the top of your head. “I won’t leave, don’t worry,” 

Before you can answer Javi scoops you off of the floor, while he takes a seat on the couch, he parts your legs and nudges his softening cock between your folds. Your eyes roll back when you feel him take his rightful place inside of you, this time he slides in with ease, your insides still wet from your slick and his cum. A smile graces your lips as you feel his cock starting to harden again.  

“How about we watch the rest of the movie like this? Does this make you feel better?” 

You nod, feeling a bit light-headed. 

“Yes, much better. Thank you, love,” 

“Of course,” 

Javi unpauses the movie, the nostalgia of the animation soothing you like a security blanket. With a hum, you relax into him, back flushed against his, still, clothed chest. 

The way that his cock is buried inside of you feels like the most natural thing in the world and makes your heart swell up with emotion. Tilting your head, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and shift your gaze back to the movie. Javi chuckles as he places his chin over your shoulder, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. 

Movie nights with Javi are certainly the best. 

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Beautiful Boy | Javi G.

gif credits belong to the most talented @pedropascalsx 💕

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then you hear him. 

Your smile falters. 

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

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

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

Oh no. 

Fuck. 

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

“Mi vida, por favor,” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Mi flor?” 

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

He clears his throat and calls to you again. 

“Is that you? I’m– I apologize–” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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10 with Javi G, with kink breeding? I love children, he seems so good as a father

– bellyache.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 484

summary: javi wants you to spread you legs wider.

warnings: breeding kink, creampie

☕️ drabble weekend (closed)☕️

“Spread your legs wider.”

Your skin is glistening with sweat, your breathing uneven as you stare at him, eyes fogged with lust. When you fail to do what he asked for, Javi takes it upon himself to forcibly spread your legs until they physically can’t anymore and continues to rock his hips. Your eyes roll back, his cock nice, warm and thick inside of you. He feels so good. Every thrust of his hips makes you see stars, skin tingling as he slams his hips. He grunts at the way your pussy clenches around him. 

Javi is the softest and most tender man you know, but now, now he’s a beast set on destroying you completely. 

He presses his damp lips into the crook of your neck, tongue lapping across your skin and tasting the salt. You moan at the way he grinds his hips, pelvis pressuring your sensitive clit. 

“You like this don’t you?” he growls into your skin. “Fuck– I’m going to cum,” 

His hips stagger, moving sloppily in and out of you as he chases his own release, fuck, you’re compeltly coming undone under him. Javi’s hands come up to your breasts, squeezing roughly, his lips graze down your chest and sucks one of your nipples. Your mouth spreads wide, you moan his name over and over again, heat pools between your legs and the feeling is unbearable. 

“Cum inside,” you blurt out, chest electrified thanks to his tortuous lips. 

He looks up, his brown eyes a shade darker. 

“Yeah?” he asks again and you nod. “You want my babies inside?” 

You whine at his words, pussy clenching around him. He grits his teeth, hissing at the pressure. Javi peels himself away from your chest, straightening his back he sprawls his fingers across your stomach, slamming his hips in and out with the promise to fill you up. 

After one more thrust, Javi throws his head back, groaning as he fills you up with his seed, his hips twitching forward. You moan at the feeling of his warmth spreading into your insides, eyes fluttering closed, you press forward, effectively burying more of his cock into your dripping core. Javi leans forward, pressing his chest flush against yours as he claims your lips as his own, you moan into his mouth, pussy aching. You can feel his cum trickling from the sides of his thick length. 

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” he mutters against your lips, his hand sliding between your writhing bodies and finding your throbbing clit. “I want to feel you cumming around my cock,” 

Your chest heaves, breath heavy with his taste, as soon as he starts to move his fingers you moan his name, legs trembling. Javi makes you cum again and again, not  stopping  until his cock is fully hard inside of you once more. 

It was going to be a long night, it seems. 

[forever-rogue]

I've never asked any writer a request before but I really really love your writing so hopefully you'll like this request--no pressure though! I have a Javi G request where he and Female Reader like each other but neither know it. And then at a party or event maybe, Javi sees Lucas flirting with her and thinks she likes his cousin so he's heartbroken. If you could give it a fluffy ending though where Reader tells him something like, you're the only one I want 🥺💗

AN |  Alright, here we have a first little foray into the pit of Javi G. I really do be loving one soft little cinnamon roll himbo [no real spoilers for tuwomt] 🥰❤️

Pairing | Javi  Gutierrez x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.7k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

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“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to go up and actually talk to him?” Gabriela had caught you unawares and startled you so much that you almost choked on your champagne. When you turned around to face her, you found a knowing little smirk pulling up the corners of her mouth. You knew she’d caught you red handed. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, offering her a playful laugh to try and get her mind away from the subject entirely, “I was just…thinking.”

“Thinking?” she repeated as you threw back the rest of the golden, bubbly liquid from your flute, “thinking about…?”

“Umm,” you whispered, wishing you were faster at thinking on your feet but instead your mind went blank. What did she expect you to say? Thinking about Javi again because I’m madly in love with him or maybe wondering what it would be like to get him out of that suit and have sex with him. You weren’t about to confess to either of those, despite the fact that’s exactly where your mind had gone. Instead you managed to blurt out the first thing that came to mind, “the clouds. They’re awfully sparse tonight which is umm…good since we probably won’t get interrupted by rain any time soon.”

“The clouds,” she sounded out the words slowly as you gave her a tight lipped smile, “never knew you had interest in meteorology.”

“O-oh, yes,” you grinned, smoothing down the front of the brilliant red dress you were wearing, “you know, a side interest.”

“You are a horrible liar,” she nudged your hip as you sighed heavily, grabbing a fresh glass from a passing waiter, “the only person that doesn’t realize that you are in love with Javi is…Javi. You don’t have to lie to me, I’ve known.”

“I’m not…inlovewithjavi,” you felt small and pathetic as she just raised an eyebrow at you. You’d been sure that you were being subtle and could just claim the two of you were best friends. You also knew that she was a strong headed woman and wouldn’t just let the subject go, “fine. You’re right - are you happy now?”

“No,” she gave you a gentle push in his direction, causing you to yelp slightly. The small sound had drawn his attention over to you and your whole face warmed up in embarrassment. Javi just raised his own glass at you before shooting you a shot wink, “I won’t be happy until my best friends finally admit they’re in love and passionately kiss and finally have their happy ending.”

“Gabriela,” you hissed, “no, no, no. That’s never going to happen. I can’t just…what if it ruins everything? I’d rather just keep him as a friend than lose him.”

“What happens if he ever starts seeing someone else?” she put her finger under your chin and turned your face towards hers, “are you really going to be happy seeing him with another? What’s it going to feel like seeing him kiss someone else? Are you going to be happy?”

“I…” of course not. You knew it would have torn you apart from inside out to see him with someone else, “but if that would make him happy then I would be happy. That’s all that matters.”

“He would be happy with you,” she insisted but you just waved your hands in exasperation, “but…I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to. I’ll just hope that one of you finally sees reason.”

“Thank you,” you knew her word was good, but that still didn’t prevent the odd feeling in your stomach, “I’m just going to go outside and grab some fresh air.”

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It had taken every ounce of his strength to keep from staring at you all night. It had been hard for him to keep his eyes away from the moment you’d arrived at the party, the red dress you’d picked fitting you perfectly. He could imagine how good you looked without it as well. He’d wanted to come up and speak to you, maybe this would be the evening he finally made a move and confessed his feelings. 

Once he’d had enough champagne, just to work as a little bit of liquid courage, he planned on coming to find you. But then he’d spotted you speaking with Gabriela, a tense look on your face before you ran off outside. He hoped nothing had happened, but before he could move to find you, Gabriela was at his side.

“Javi,” she beamed as she kissed his cheeks, “my sweet friend, how are you?”

“And just what are you up to, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow which caused her to laugh. He could always see right through her - the perks of having been friends for so long.

“Nothing,” she insisted, “it’s just…a little stuffy in here, no? Maybe we should go outside and get some fresh air.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re playing at,” he looped his arm through hers and decided to just go along with whatever she was up to, “but I have known you long enough to trust you.”

“Not everything has to have an ulterior motive,” she insisted before she dropped your name, “have you seen her yet this evening? I think she went outside…”

There it was. It wasn’t hard to gather her motive from that; it was so obvious, like getting hit in the head by a 2 x 4. But instead of laying down his hand, he decided to keep on his poker face and play coy. He made a noncommittal sound as he let her lead him outside. 

While he hoped to find you outside and maybe get a few private moments alone with you, his whole stomach dropped when he did spot you. There you were, sitting on the marble railing, laughing animatedly at something you had just been told. The fact that it was his cousin sitting next to you, his body leaning towards, and speaking softly with you made his stomach churn. Lucas. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be his cousin? 

“Javi-” Gabriela realized what was wrong within seconds, her hand going to his shoulder, “it’s not whatever you’re thinking, I can promise you that-’

“How?” he looked away, letting out a heavy sigh, “how could you possibly promise that? I have eyes, I know what this looks like. I am a lot of things, but I am not a fool.”

He knew it was going to be hard to erase that image from his mind…and yet he couldn’t look away. He hated how happy you looked as the two of you seemed to laugh at everything the other said. That should have been him with you…he wished he would have been him. 

“Javi-”

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” he shook his head and took a step back, “away from here.”

He turned on his heel and walked away before Gabriela could even say anything else. You’d looked up at that moment to find him walking away with an upset expression on his face and her own shocked face. You weren’t sure what it finally caused you to jump down and go after him, but he had to at least know the truth that you weren’t into Lucas like that. 

“I have to go,” you insisted as you basically ran away from him, discarding your heels about halfway through so you wouldn’t trip and fall down. You ran fast enough to catch up to him, “Javi! Javi!”

He turned around at the sound of your voice, surprised to find that you’d ran after him. Javi stopped and walked towards you as you took a few steps closer, “I’d expected that you would develop feelings for someone at some point but I never expected to be Lucas. Him of all people…”

“It’s not him,” you insisted, “I don’t like him, Javi. We were just talking, he was…he was telling me a story about when the two of you were kids.” 

“What?” you’d both moved closer to each other to where there was only a small bit of space between your bodies, “it looked like-”

“It’s you,” there was never going to be a more perfect or opportune moment than this. You exhaled nervously as you tried to read the expression on his face, “it’s always been you, Javi.”

Before you could question if you’d said the wrong thing, his hands found your face as he studied you for a few moments before kissing you. Finally. You’d always wondered if kissing your soulmate was supposed to be like how it was always portrayed in books and movies, like suddenly everything was right, like your heart could burst with happiness, like everything suddenly fell into its rightful place. 

It was all of that and then so much more. It was nothing short of perfection. 

You only parted from him when you were breathless, grinning at each other like fools. His hand found your face as he gently stroked your cheek, “I’ve imagined that moment so many times. And it was still better than anything I could have dreamed of.”

“Me too,” you promised, turning your face to press a kiss to his palm, “Javi…I’ve…I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

“Mi amor,” he repeated your words as you beamed at him, “may I kiss you again?”

“Yes,” you whispered as you leaned in and brushed your lips against his, “you don’t have to ask.”

And so he kissed you again. And then some more, and even more than that. He never wanted to forget what it was like to kiss you, so he made sure neither of you would.

“I am so in love with you, princesa.”

[radiowallet]

Waves Crashing

Summary: Javi comes back from a day of work and needs help with a little stress relief.

WC: 3.5K

Pairing: Javi G. x Female!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: 18+ Minors be gone! Unprotected sex, angry sex, oral sex (female receiving), squirting, fingering, slight choking, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, cum play. Filth. Straight filth.

Notes: Big thanks to @jazzelsaur who definitely deserves more than 50% of the credit for this. Her big beautiful talented brain spewed thot after thot into my DM's and my smol dumb brain just did its very best.

I am sorry, mi amor.

Your back stings from the cool scrape of the stucco where it prickles your skin, the sheer fabric of your dress slipping down your shoulders with each thrust Javi makes, exposing your breasts to the sun. Javi holds you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping at the curve of your hip, the hard length of his cock fucking up into the tight heat of your core. There had been little explanation past his apology, only growls of Spanish breathed into your neck as he took out all of his rage on the tender shape of your body.

You had been dozing on the balcony just off his main suite, a lunchtime swim and the late afternoon sun soothing your aching muscles after another night spent with Javi between your legs. There were loose plans for a movie and dinner later that evening, plans you were sure would lead you right back to his bedroom, with zero complaint from either of you. You only hoped you could convince him to let his eyes close a little earlier tonight. He had looked so tired when he left for his meeting, the bags beneath his eyes more pronounced, his shoulders stiff where you brushed away any invisible wrinkles, and you wanted nothing more than to soothe away his worries the way he so easily did for you.

It seems clear now, his hips slotted perfectly against your own, bruises forming beneath his iron grip, that Javi has different plans in mind.

“Hold tight to me. Mi amor, please. Please,” he chokes out, teeth scraping behind your ear, giving a particularly deep thrust up, pulling a whine from between your teeth. Your walls tighten at the tone in his voice, rage dripping from the timbre of his accent, a wave of arousal coating his cock where if fills you up. His curls are wild, sweaty and twisted, falling down in front of his eyes. You’re desperate to push them back but you don’t dare disobey, arms instead wrapping around the thick cord of his neck, lips panting against the heat of his skin.

Your trembling fingers tangle in the thin white of his tank top and you moan again, remembering the look on his face as he stripped off the dark blue button up he had been wearing when he left you this morning. You had thought the somber color had seemed so unlike your Javi, too dark, too imposing, as if he had been forced to wear the mask of someone else. He had ripped at the buttons, the fabric falling away from his body and exposing the swell of his biceps to the late day sun. His face had been twisted, barely contained frustration simmering below the surface, fists clenching around the open air, begging for release.

You were all too happy to help him.

“Use me, Javi. You can use me.”

A dam breaks at your words, the simmer rolling into a boil, burning hot and swallowing you whole. He surrounds you, covers you, fills you full as he takes, takes more and more of you, until you can only cling helplessly and let him rut into the tight folds of your cunt. Your legs grip tighter, the dig of his belt cutting at your flesh, but you lean into the pain, the friction fighting back against the slick of sweat that clings behind your knees.

One hand finds your throat, wrapping around it, but never squeezing tight, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. But you feel it, that unspoken strength, a threat never spoken that, if he wanted to, he could take so much more than he does. His other hand sneaks between your bodies, finding your clit and pushing down as hard as he can, his hips still slamming up as sharply as he can manage from the awkward angle. It’s sloppy and frantic, a jumble of words, English and Spanish falling out of him, and still you see stars, fireworks bursting bright in the sun-dipped daylight.

“I need you to come, mi amor. Come now.”

Again you listen, the command in his voice clear. This was an order, and your body does not disobey. Your walls tighten, your fingers digging into the skin beneath the thin white cotton, finding the heat of his skin still, as you come around his cock, soaking his length in a release that belongs to only him. You scream his name as he fucks you into your first orgasm, talking you through it, his breath hot in your ear.

“Louder. As loud as you can. I want them to hear what we do.”

You scream louder, your voice cracking as his name tumbles from your lips. Who you’re screaming for hardly matters, the only one you want to hear is the man holding you up.

“Good job, mi amor. So good for me,” he grits out, hands shifting back to your ass, pulling you further onto his cook as he turns and carries you back into his suite.

Any other day and you would probably be laughing into each other’s bare skin, smiles wide and eyes light at Javi’s refusal to pull himself out of you for even a second to take the few steps between the balcony and his bed, but not today. No. Javi’s eyes are too dark, his breathing too ragged. His smile is gone.

You can only cling to his shoulders, helpless and shaking from that initial wave of pleasure. He hasn’t forgotten himself in the haze of his anger, taking care to place you gently down on the bed, a sea of clean white duvet pillowed beneath you, eyes softening, just barely, as he kisses your cheeks, one and then the other before he pulls away to stand tall over you. His cock slips out of you as he goes and you wine pathetically, your hips thrusting up, the emptiness he leaves you with too much all at once.

“Secamente, mi amor,” he rumbles, stripping the thin undershirt off as he speaks, the crisp gray dress pants following soon after. He towers over you, every inch of his golden skin on display, the glint of his jewelry catching in the setting sun, a ring and a watch the only thing he wears now. You could stare at him for hours, counting the freckles that dance along his neck and shoulders, tracing the cut of his chest to the soft swell of his stomach all the way down to the thick meat of his thighs. You have the perfect view of his cock from this angle, thick and long, the head flushed read and leaking, a drop of pearly white waiting for you on the tip. You lick your lips and thrust your hips up again, not caring even a little bit how desperate you are.

Javi chuckles, low and mocking, and god help you, it only makes you want him more.

“You wear too much,” he murmurs, lips still curled into a snarl, and without any more warning he rips the thin slip you’re wearing down the middle, the flimsy fabric falling off of you, leaving you naked to his hungry eyes. Before you can even protest he is covering his body with your own, his cock sliding right back into you, a moan of pleasure falling out of you as his hips slam into yours.

“I’ll buy you more, my love. One in every color. Prometo. Prometo.”

He’s practically growling, hips snapping hard and fast, one hand wrapping around your wrists where they lay above your head, pinning you down into the mattress, your body pliant beneath the force of his rage. His other hand shakes as it finds your jaw, pushing just enough to part your lips, his thumb hooking inside and holding your mouth open for him. He doesn’t look away, the coal of his pupils bleeding out as he braces one foot beside you on the bed, the angle of his thrusts shifting just enough to hit that spot deep inside of you and before you know it, another orgasm is starting to build at the base of your spine.

“Jaaaaavi,” you whine around the hold he has on your mouth, trying to meet his thrust, but only succeeding in writhing beneath him, his cock piercing the slick folds of your cunt, his balls slapping against the crack of your ass. He keeps going, punching that same spot again and again, his dark eyes watching you with a fixed stare.

“Are you going to come again, mi amor? Going to come on my cock?”

You try to nod, but he tightens his hold on your jaw just enough for it to hurt, and suddenly your vision goes white hot to violent red, the walls of your pussy contracting around him, a rush of arousal pouring out of you. More of it and more of it, so much of it gushing out of you, Javi’s cock slipping from between your folds in the process. You feel it coating your thighs, soaking the 1,000 thread count sheets below you, a filthy pool of you dripping down your legs, mixing with the sweat that still clings there from the hot summer day. You feel like you’re underwater, your own mewls of pleasure sounding muddled, everything wet, wet, wet, your body quivering from the release of pressure.

Javi’s hold on you is gone, and you find the strength to look up just in time to see him drop to his knees, hands pressing your legs apart, giving him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. His lips are parted in fascination, all the anger smoothed from his features as his eyes trace your swollen folds. You try to call his name but he shakes his head, a small whine choking out of the back of his throat. You feel two fingers swirl through the mess still somehow pouring out of you, Javi experimentally pushing inside of you, a lewd squelching sound meeting your ears.

“This…this is for me?”

He sounds so amazed, his voice barely rising above a whisper, night and day to the angry rasp from minutes earlier. You can only nod helplessly, still shocked at what just happened, your body afloat in the aftershocks of your orgasm, almost in pain as Javi continues to push his fingers inside you, his eyes glued to where they disappear inside your weeping cunt. A small part of you wants to push him away, the stimulation bordering on too much, but the look on his face is one of awe and delight and you can’t find the strength to interrupt his quiet inspection of you.

Slowly, so slowly, he sticks his tongue out, leaning in to lick at your swollen clit, catching the smallest taste of your cum on his lips. Even that tiny bit of pressure stings, and you whine helplessly as Javi hums in delight, the taste clearly pleasing him. He leans in again, but he stops short, his breath like fire where it hits your skin, and you feel your hips move up of their own accord, searching for the sweet relief of his tongue.

Javi gently presses you back into the mattress, sweet brown eyes rising up to find your own.

“Do you…do you think you can do that again?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, his mouth latching onto you, tongue replacing his fingers, curling like a serpent through the dribbles of arousal still leaking out of you. His tongue carves a path through you, starting at the crack of your ass, scooping up all that he can hold in his mouth as he swipes up between the lips of your pussy, before he swallows it down. He buries his face into you, groaning in pure ecstasy as he coats himself in your release. It’s filthy and decadent and so like your Javi, to give you so much while still finding a way to take for himself. His eyes are closed, everything from his nose to his cheeks to his chin coated in your release, a smile finally finding its way back to his lips as he dives in fully, his intent crystal clear.

He sucks your clit between his lips, worrying his tongue back and forth across the bundle of nerves, little pulses of pleasure chasing each and every move he makes. Those same two fingers he had pushed inside you earlier return, slipping inside of you, pushing more of your cum out, and Javi is quick to catch it with his tongue, moaning loudly as he swallows it down. He lays his head on your thigh, the scrape of his stubble scratching perfectly at your overheated skin, wisps of his curls tickling at your hip bone.

“Do it again, mi amor. Please. Do it for me.”

His face is so earnest, the amber of his eyes pleading where they watch you from the curve of your, and you want nothing more than to do as he says. You thrust down to meet his fingers where they’re still pumping into you, crying out as another pulse of warmth starts to swell in your core.

“M-More…please, Javi,” you beg, and he is quick to give, always, a third finger slipping side you, his lips latching back onto your clit, sucking hard enough for you to see stars burst in front of your eyes. He fucks his fingers into you diligently, shifting every few thrusts, searching for that spot again, never once pulling his mouth away from your swollen bud of of pleasure. He moans into you, groaning little whines that beg you to feel it, that desperate need he has to give you everything that he can and still give more.

You feel the warmth inside you start to spread, growing faster than you can think, liquid hot and building up higher and higher. It’s a cliff this time, the clear blue water stretching out beneath you, and as Javi spreads his fingers wide, caressing every inch inside of you with such care and adoration, his tongue worshiping you from the inside out, you feel yourself start to fall. Your body is plummeting down down down into the deep blue waters below and as the cool water swallows you whole, another orgasm crashes into you, wave after wave pouring out of you.

You’re gasping, crying, reaching out blindly, and before you know what’s happening, Javi’s tongue is plunging between your lips, a mouthful of your own cum pushed inside, forcing you to savor the taste of yourself as it drips slowly down your throat. He barely gives you a chance to breathe, his fingers smearing through the mess clinging your sex and follows the same path his tongue took, pushing past your lips and teeth to rest, waiting patiently for you to suck them clean. You do so on instinct, sucking diligently until you can finally taste the salty sweet taste of his skin beneath your musk.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, you think, mostly to himself, the hook of his nose tracing your own, his smoked whiskey eyes watching you carefully. You shift, just enough to feel the mess you’ve made where it clings to everything, and you hum as your hip bumps into Javi’s cock, rock hard, the weight of it hitting heavy where it sticks to your skin.

He speaks again, this time louder, his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “So beautiful, and all for me?”

He asks as if he can’t believe it, can’t fathom how you’re here below him, the proof of your devotion soaking into his luxurious duvet, dripping down your legs, cooling on his skin. Two large hands slide up your rib cage, calloused palms holding tight as he rises back over you, the fat head of his cock teasing at the seam of your pussy, the tint of his eyes growing darker as he slips through the mess.

“Answer me,” he growls, the edge returning to his voice.

It happens all at once, Javi’s rage from earlier slamming back into him as he slides into you, a strangled yes ripping out of you as he sinks deep inside. His anger is tempered, just barely, the warm sun and your soft curves starting to smooth at his rough edges, but his hips move with furious purpose. He towers over you, grunts falling from his lips at fucks into you at a feral pace. His hands move up, palming your breasts, swallowing them whole in the hot pinch of his fingers, squeezing the flesh of them tightly together.

You’re helpless beneath him, body limp, legs spread wide, and still somehow another wave of pleasure is cresting up inside you. Javi can feel it too, the slick walls of your cunt contracting around him. He moans loudly, his thrusts pushing deeper, his chest falling down to slam into your own, his hands finding purchase above your head. His eyes are wild, lips twisted in a snarl as a storm of angry words rain down around you.

“So wet, mi amor. You are soaking. And it is for me. You are for me. They do not-d-do not understand me. They don’t…don’t…I don’t-” he spits out each syllable, and though the words are laced in fury, you can feel the love, that sweet passion that is so uniquely Javi. He is the sun, a blazing heat beating down on your bare skin, but you never feel fear for getting too close. He will never burn you; the warmth he gives you- the love- always giving double what he takes away.

He wraps his arms around your chest, burying his gold-kissed curls into the curve of your neck, the cadence of his speech only speeding up, matching to the time of his hips on your own.

“Mine. All mine. This is mine. Mi amooor, por favor. Pleasepleaseplease.”

He comes just like that, teeth biting where your neck curves into your shoulder, chants of please sobbed into the skin below. He fills you up, his cock spasming as he paints your insides with his come. You can feel it leaking out of you, dripping out around where Javi’s cock still fills you up and you moan loudly as you picture how his release will look mixing with your own, your mouth dry as you imagine the taste.

His whole body is shaking, either from exhaustion or relief. Maybe both. You pet at him as much as your limbs allow, the little waves of arousal he left you with still working a trail up and down your spine, but you ignore them, focusing instead on the tracing your fingers down the turn of his shoulder blade, the other hand making a soft path through his sweat slick curls. You can feel his tears where they pool into the dip of your collarbone, and it only pushes you to double your efforts, lips pressing gentle kisses to the scrunched corner of his brow.

You aren’t sure how long you lay like that, the sun too far past the open doors to track the time, no clocks hanging on the wall to give you any hints. By the time Javi pulls away there are shadows marking a pattern across the bedroom floor, the bags beneath his eyes double what they were when he left you this morning. You brush a thumb tenderly at the corner of one sweet brown eye, urging him to look up at you fully. When he does, you’re relieved to see a smile, even as small as this one may be.

“I hurt you?”

“No,” you promise, shaking your head in assurance, but you know he will still examine every inch of later, pressing apologetic kisses to every mark, real or imagined. His eyes dart back down to the mess coating the two of you and his smile grows, that beautiful dimple carving out its rightful spot on his cheek, creasing into the tear tracks that still cling to the sunshine of his skin. You brush your thumb across his temple one more time, a silent request for him to share what he is thinking.

He does not deny you.

“What a gift to have been given.”

This man.

You sit like that for a minute longer, limbs tangled, sun setting, little terms of endearment traded back and forth. Soon enough you coax him up, a bath drawn, his back pressed to your chest as you rub the last of the stress from his shoulders, rinsing the ache (and the soap) from his curls. By the time you pull him back to his bed he is loose, a goofy tinge to his smile, his curls wild as they dry in the open air. The sheets have been changed, and dinner is waiting, but Javi just crawls into bed, his head finding the comfort of your lap.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You feel him shake his head no, the hook of his nose brushing at the bare skin of your thigh.

“Do you want to watch something?”

Again his head moves back and forth, the pad of his pointer finger tracing the same path as his nose.

“No, mi amor. Not yet.”

He doesn’t say anything else, the tip of his finger moving higher and higher, rising up inside of you just as the sun finally sets.

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