#javi g fluff

[morallyinept]

Slow - A Javi Gutierrez One Shot

'Slow, slow. Slow as you can go. So I can feel all I want to know. Slow, slow. I go with your flow. Let the world keep it's carnival pace. I'd prefer to look into your beautiful face...' - Slow, Depeche Mode

Summary: Javi just wants to take it slow. Really slow. Because, that's how he likes it.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. However, Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 3.4k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️ “It's the emergence, of.” 

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Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/oral M & F receiving/lots of sensuality/multiple orgasms/making love/Javi completely loving on you, and being completely in love with you... 🫠

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. 

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by my result of this tag game and therefore I had to write it... first time writing for gorgeous Javi G too! 😍 There's lots of Javi & Reader conversing in Spanish so I've provided translations as you go.

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Enjoy! 🖤

His fascination with your mouth borders on an unbridled obsession. 

It’s the curve of your lips, a subtle intoxicating lilt that holds him captivated in your thrall. You have him bewitched.

In the quiet moments of the pleasant fracas swirling around him, he finds himself entranced by the way your mouth quirks into a beaming smile, a sight that could brighten even the dullest day to fall out of the sky onto his head of silken curls.

In the sultry Mallorcan night, the heat hangs in the air like a velvet cocoon. The villa, perched on the cliffs overlooking the coastline, catches the sea breeze that carries with it the intoxicating scent of salt and blooming bougainvillaea.

The moon, a radiant slither of its full naked orb, casts a silvery glow on the Mediterranean waters, turning the waves into a ripple of shimmering diamond refractions.

The night air is filled with the chorus of chattering cicadas, their rhythmic hum a soundtrack to the nocturnal symphonies of the night.

From the cliffs, the lights of coastal towns twinkle in the distance, creating a mesmerising panorama against the dark canvas of the night sky.

The event bears the imprint of both newly conceived business connections and broader social interactions. Laughter echoes against the backdrop of the sea, mingling with the distant sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs on which the luxurious villa, you and Javi call home, rests on.

But Javi’s interest tonight is piqued on something other than the façade of the glitz that comes with the party uniting his independent business venture away from a life shadowed by once secretly organised crime.

Shunning his duties as an amiable host this evening, he’s distracted by you and your lips. 

He loves the way your glazed lips feel on the pads of his fingertips; a soft and tender invitation to place gentle smooches on them that speaks the volumes of your love for him without uttering a single word.

The thought of your shared, deep kisses linger in his mind like a sweet aftertaste; a memory he can savour throughout the minutes of separation from you by his side.

He misses the cadence of your voice already as he sees your mouth converse with his new associates.

Whether you whisper sweet, riled nothings in the height of hedonistic delirium in his ear, or share heartfelt sentiments doing mundane things, each syllable carries the warmth of your unwavering connection.

Javi’s fixation on your mouth is raw and primal, an intense craving that runs deeper than words. The way your lips move, whether in a smirk or a pouted smile, stirs a want, a need, within him.

It’s as if your mouth holds a magnetic pull, daring him to explore its depths with a hunger that borders on illicit infatuation.

He thinks about how they... suck.

In the heat of passion, he revels in the brand of your lips, each kiss leaving a mark on his senses and skin alike where the lines blur between careful restraint and reckless abandon.

It’s a visceral experience, one that leaves him yearning for more, addicted to the electrifying sensation of your mouths colliding frantically.

Sipping on cool champagne from across the soiree, Javi watches you with a silent appreciation and a growing warmth traversing his bloodstream, gathering at the end of his painfully hardening cock. 

The soft glow of the outdoor lights play on your soft features, and every movement seems to be in some unspoken, yet choreographed, harmony with the effervescent bubbles twirling in his glass.

His coffee bean eyes are fixated on you within the balmy shadows, and as you speak with those around you, he can't help but be mesmerised by the way your mouth moves.

He marvels at the way your laughter spills from your lips like the finest vintage wine, filling him up with a contagious yet unquenchable thirst; a storm in his head that only settles when you’re near.

He looks at you, a dissected hunger spilling out over his features. He’s known obsession before, but not like this.

This burns, this desire leaves him on his knees, begging at the altar of you for more; the focal point in the gallery of his yearning, to taste those lips and let them roam unbidden across his body once more. 

In the midst of the vibrant party, he finds himself helplessly ensnared by the conspiring allure of you. Your laughter echoes through him like a haunting melody, drawing his gaze as you effortlessly charm those around you into willful subjugation.

His chest swells with pride, knowing that you’re the one who holds the spotlight in his once complicated life. You’re the one he can be unabashed and silly with.

That yours is the pair of lips he can enjoy as they wrap so delectably around his cock.

Javi holds in an audible groan at the memory of you doing just that, only hours ago. 

Leaving the home of his arms to ready yourself for the party, he'd watched you. An arm behind his head, splayed naked on the bed, engrossed as you ran the velvety lipstick over your lips in the mirror.

You watched, just as enraptured as he, through the glass reflection as he fucked his fist languidly whilst you did it.

You blotted your lipstick on his lower hip, a kiss print tattoo staining his skin that only you both know is there.

Now, as you move through the crowd, a magnetic force tugs at his attention. The gentle swish of the silk of your flaxen dress reveals a slip of thigh skin to tantalise him further.

The way your eyes sparkle at him with excitement - each detail of your smile etches into his consciousness, carves deep into the steeple of his bones. 

In the throes of the party, he feels like a mere spectator witnessing the enchanting performance of the woman he calls his amor.

As your eyes meet across the crowded space, a spark ignites creating an electric current that surges between you both. You feel it immediately whenever he looks at you like this, that bolt down your spine brandishing molten and hot into your core.

How his dark eyes drink you in over the tip of his champagne glass; a contained predator under the guise of a hapless romantic, sizing up his prey.

How he wanders over your body with an unapologetic, insatiable smirk, leaving a slew of prickles to flood all over it; nipples tightening under the flimsy silk for all to see, but only for him to taste.

You both know what he does to you. What you do to each other, even without physical touch. He knows how wet you are for him under that dress right now.

You know how hard he his inside of his pants right now.

Amidst the party's chaos, your mutual pining silence becomes loud; gazes locked with an intensity that screams of a shared hunger for one another. A flutter in his chest, a quickened pulse throbbing between your legs; the visceral responses to the tether that pulls tight between you ready to snap.

You lick your lips, the subtle swipe of your wet tongue over the scarlet of them, and it breaks all of his composure in an instant. 

Glass discarded blindly on the table behind him, Javi makes his way towards you. 

In whispered conversations beneath the shimmering string lights, your entwined arms and words carry the weight of acute longing - a pace of deliberately denied pleasure. 

“See something you like, Javi?” You smile into the graze of his softly bearded cheek and plant a delicate kiss on it. 

"Mi amor," he whispers, his voice a soft serenade. "Estás radiante esta noche, más hermosa que nunca." (My love, you are radiant tonight, more beautiful than ever.)

He presses his forehead against yours, soft silken curls spilling down his temples.

“You look so good in this colour.” His fingers brush down the front of your dress, leaving devastation in their wake.

You smile into him sweetly, at the compliment he adorns you with. It’s worth more than any gold he's wrapped around your finger.

Your digits slide up and down the expensive lapels of his shimmery suit jacket. A colour like the depths of a lush forest after a gentle rain that serves to enhance the tan on his face, and he’s never looked more beautiful.

You clutch him closer, breathing him in; a blend of aromatic lavender, spicy cardamom and a burst of citrus bergamot blends on his skin as you run your nose behind his ear.

His hands find a home snug around your lower back, stroking the bare skin there your dress dares to reveal, and gently crushing you closer against him.

It’s a relentless pursuit, an unending loop of wanting more - more of your laughter to gorge upon, more of your warmth, more of the intoxicating essence that is uniquely you.

More of those lips as they draw near and he can feel your warm breath from them ghosting upon his mouth. 

Leaning in, he grazes them against his own and asks in a low, intimate tone, "¿Podemos escaparnos por un momento, mi amor?" (Can we slip away for a moment, my love?) 

The words carry a sense of biting urgency and crackles with something more than a whispered clandestine secret to escape the decadent banality around you. 

As if caught in the trance of a feverish reverie, the party seems to melt away, replaced by the dreamscape of your bedroom where time moves differently and the heat of the Spanish climate sticks to your skin further, despite the open doors on the balcony.

The linen curtains billow in the breeze welcoming you both in. The flickering lights from the party below cast ethereal shadows in the bedroom, and the muted sounds of the revellers become a distant melody as Javi finally attaches himself to your succulent lips, stumbling in the doorway with you. 

In this fever dream, desire is palpable, a desecration of any innocence as he pushes the door shut behind him with the sole of his Gucci loafer, and he’s above your body on the kingdom of your shared bed, those cascading chocolate waves falling into your face. 

The siren of the night calls, a constant craving, an ache that only subsides when you’re entangled in each other's arms. And yet it still feels as though it'll never be absolved.

He draws his fingertips around the circumference of your silk covered nipples, then up to your lips. He watches in awe as you kiss each of them, your tongue daring to lick around them, sucking them into your mouth. 

"Your mouth,” Javi murmurs, the intensity of his gaze fixated on the wet, pink tongue sliding between the webbing of his fingers. 

He feels you cup him over his pants, the prominent ache becoming unbearable as you squeeze gently.

"Quisiera tomárnoslo con calma esta noche." (I want us to take it slow tonight.)

“Javi…” You groan in protest as he runs his wet fingers over your crown and presses himself against you, making you feel the hardness of him at your centre. 

"Lento... realmente lento, mi amor. Quiero tomarme mi dulce tiempo contigo." (Slow... really slow, my love. I want to take my sweet time with you.)

“Javi, por favor…” You whine, trying to grind against him. (Javi, please…)

“Quiero explorarte a fondo... hacerte anhelar que esto dure para siempre.” (I want to explore you thoroughly... make you long for this to last forever.)

Sucked into the plush oasis of his mouth, tongue swiping tantalising tracks across your lips, your fingers rake into his curls as you tug. A gritty whine of longing claws its way from deep within him; a raw and primal sound that conjoins the ache in his chest and the incessant throbbing in his cock.

It’s a guttural utterance, a manifestation of the unspoken cravings that sear red hot through his veins. 

"Entrégame todo tu amor, Javi.” (Give me all of your love, Javi.) You gasp as you come up for air. 

You push his jacket from his broad shoulders, fingers prying at buttons down the linen shirt to get to the prize of golden skin underneath. The hem of your pale honey silk is pushed up to your waist as his fingers stroke over your thighs. 

A slew of kisses make steamed tracks on your collarbone, a hungry mouth trailing over your bare breasts as he releases them. Hard nipples are sucked into warm, wet flesh as you whine and gasp.

He buries himself between your thighs, lips sucking, tongue fucking into you gently, as you twist your fingers into his scalp and pant for more. 

“Javi!”

He hears you lament his name over and over, lost in the depths of the pleasure from his mouth. He offers you a tether, fingers slipped into your cunt and mouth alike as he looks up at you, tongue running around your pulsing clit. 

The bedroom fills with sunlight in the ripe darkness of the night - you glow for him, as bright as your dress, brighter than the sun.

He watches you come as he licks and sucks you through it; fingers pushing into your craving orifices deeper, coated in saliva and slick.

Javi discards his pants, kiss print still visible from your lips. Crawling up your body gloriously naked, sculpted in the arms and shoulders, you welcome him in with open, adoring arms and legs.

Those first few strokes, when he enters you, feels like the first time all over again. Like he’s died and been reborn anew. Put back together again, sewn up with glittered strings.

He slows right down, dragging his thick cock almost all the way out, before pushing back in slower than before. 

You groan, low and lingering, entombed in your wanting. Feeling every hilt and swollen ridge of him.

“You feel me like this, mi amor?” His nose nuzzles at your neck, lips pressing kisses into the column of your throat. “¿Tienes idea de lo jodidamente hermosa que estás en este momento?" (Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are right now?)

His fingers slip down your stomach, circling over your clit as you whine for more. 

He stops only to kiss you, losing himself in the richness of your taste; his cock plunged in deep and feeling you clench and rib around him. 

“Slow,” Javi whispers.

“Slow,” you whisper back. 

He glances down between your bodies to keenly observe the root of your connection; watching the way he disappears fully into you, hips crushed against yours. 

Watching the way you gnaw and bite on your bottom lip that he just has to have. Taking it between his teeth, he sucks it, sweet nips, tongue sliding into your mouth to gorge on you further.

The grind is deep, a languid pendulum of his hips back and forth. You grasp at his fingers, entwining them as he pulls you out of yourself.

Slow, unhurried strokes so you feel it all; lingering in the pooling light of your orgasms, never letting them diminish, always keeping you out of the dark. 

Kisses click down your jaw, soft grazes of his facial hair feels like chiffon against your skin. Hands stroking, squeezing, full of you as he fills you full of his hard, thick love. 

Soon your mouth craves the taste of him and you take him; lips clamped around his length as you suck him down into the back of your throat, tasting your sweet slick that coats him.

Nose pressed against the soft, downy hairs at the base of him, and his fingers curl around tendrils of your hair as you suck.

Javi gulps, a gasp strangled in his throat somewhere cracking out of him as he watches you annihilate him with those lips. 

He pulls your face up to him, kissing you so desperately and tasting his own salt on them. He feels you circling, with just the tip of your forefinger and thumb, trailing delicately up his shaft and to the head that’s warm and glistening.

You rub your thumb over that tiny oozing slit and feel him twitch and buckle as he groans - that deep, guttural sound when a man finds his pleasure.

"Soy completamente tuyo." (I am all yours.) He rasps, losing everything he is in an instant with a simple flick of your tongue.

You kiss and mouth over his cock gently, trailing the swollen, wet head over your lips as though re-applying your favourite lipstick.

He grunts, neck craned with his head watching and relishing that moment to come when you’ll slip him into your throat again. 

"Oh si, si, si..." he hisses encouragingly. Little breaths of "fuck... fuck... fuck..." puff out of him on ragged whispers as he watches your hungry lips devouring him slowly.

As slow as you can go. 

You climb up him as he sits upright; broad, muscular arms straining with the weight of him.

“Necesito de ti, Javi.” (I need you, Javi.) You shudder. 

You sink down on him without hesitation, gasping with a tremor as he fills you up. 

“Slow,” he whispers.

“Slow,” you whisper back. 

A gentle swivel and flex of your hips, back shining with sweat as you rock into that sweet, heady rhythm of how he likes it, how he wants this to last.

He steers you down onto him, feeling you shake down his length as he fills you up slowly, deliberately to make you feel him.

He places his palm flat on your lower tummy increasing the pressure as you arch back and you can feel the delicious weight of it as he furrows deep inside of you.

A few strokes of your clit with his thumb and you're falling apart.

“Ah si, Javi…” You wail. 

He licks into your mouth as you cry out for him, tasting those lips once more. Sucking on the bottom as he gives you all of him. 

He runs his nose across your throat and it makes him shudder in that way he does when he inhales your scent into his bloodstream. When he shifts his body weight slightly, you can feel exactly what it does to him as he hits your spot and you rile his name.

Outside, muted star trails smear across the night’s sky above the ocean. In here, in the sheets with Javi, it’s all slowed down to heavy panting breaths, touches that linger and sear into the layers of your skin as they crisp and unfurl.

Burning you up from the inside. Teeth bite into your tongue to mute the crescendoing whines and moans.

He whispers sweetly comforting spiels in your ear as he's deeper right now than he’s ever been. Buried to the absolute hilt inside of you, and the slightest movement makes you gasp and clench and fist those sheets in heady defiance.

And yet he still keeps you grounded as he swells and stretches you out. Locked in a silent gasp, your mouth open, your hands slowly release their death grip on the sheets and he kisses your shoulder in a mark of respect and praise as you burst around him; stardust and diamond fragments filling the air as he inhales you in.

Javi moves slowly, backs out a little and you whine at the feel of less of him, but he's back inside you in a slow, deep glide, bringing you full of him again.

And again. And again.

He clamps his fingers around your nipples as you're on the cusp once more, knowing how much you love it. 

“Mírame… Eres tan hermosa. (Look at me… You’re so beautiful.) How did I get so lucky?” He utters in spellbound disbelief.

You’re coming again; body clenching and shuddering, pussy squeezing around his cock, and each time he can barely hold on himself.

He pulls them out of you, one after another to bear witness to each one being born. The gentle weight of him on top of you, the softness of his warm, tanned skin, the scent of his cologne and the words he says sends you over the edge. 

The only time Javi speeds up is when he draws closer to his own finish, pumping his hips into you as he whimpers and has his turn to shake in your arms.

Brow furrowing, dark eyes watery, he strains and gasps. 

“Te amo muchísimo, nunca dejaré de amarte…” (I love you so much, I’ll never stop loving you...) He utters as you kill him. 

"Nunca, nunca, nunca..." (Never, never, never...) You say smiling into his mouth. “Javi, come for me,” you groan.

“Si, mi vida…” he pants. “I’m coming for you… fuuuuuck!”  He growls into your ear.

You come with him as he empties with a shudder, his forehead crushed into yours, fingers knotted in your scalp, your nails buried into his back skin.

He kisses you, the taste of salt and faded bubbles wash over your tongues.

He stays inside you, connected and drenched in seeping slick and spend as he kisses your lips - those lips that could make him leap off the cliffs to his death. 

Those lips that are divine inspiration.

"¿Tenemos que volver a la fiesta?" (Do we have to go back to the party?) You ask dreamily as he kisses over your breasts and shoulders repeatedly, slowly.

"No, podemos quedarnos aquí, mi amor." (No, we can stay here, my darling.) He says into gluttonous mouthfuls of your skin. "Además, aún no he terminado de tomarme mi tiempo contigo..." (Besides, I haven't finished taking my time with you yet...)

You smile into his crown and he looks up at you; soft chocolate curls framing his buoyant face. 

“Slow.” You say.

“Slow.” Javi agrees. “Así es como me gusta.” (That's how I like it.)

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed going slow with Javi G. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts, and would always appreciate a re-blog if you enjoyed what you just read. 🖤

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[atinylittlepain]

Play - A Javi Gutierrez Story

javi g x f!reader

it's not that kind of play, honey.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Patrona, what does that mean?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

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

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

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

wc: 3.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even so—“

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

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

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

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

“And then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I suppose, but—“

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

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

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Law?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

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

“French?” Thomas asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only time could tell.

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[ievutebebe]

FANGIRL PART 1

Summary: On your day off work, you spend the day at the park reading a book where you are pleasantly surprised to meet a playful puppy and its handsome owner. The only catch was the owner of that puppy was a famous actor who you were the biggest fan of.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ MNI! Although this part is just fluff the next parts will contain smut. Javi is in his 30s. Reader is a student. Possessive thoughts. Slow burner?

Word count: 3,8k

A/N: Thanks to my besties for beta reading. First fanfic vibes, I loved writing this, it felt natural. I am also working on a Joel Miller and Javier Pena fics but I am kind of stuck with them as I can’t manage to go in detail enough to describe certain parts as I would like to.

As you indulge yourself in this fic, let go of your worries, what you are reading is real and it is written about you. Believe it’s real and be delusional!

First thing you do is look around admiring all the scenery, breathing in the fresh breeze as you glance over at ducks with baby ducklings and then turn your head some more and spot children playing in the park laughing making your heart feel full. You turn your head the other way and spot people your age with their friends doing exactly what you are but having way more fun as they had company and you did not. Your mind did linger for a moment wondering what it would be like to have someone to hang out with in the park, would you be comfortable in silence whilst reading books or would you have deep talks about life or philosophy. However, you quickly disregard those thoughts as you were not going to let your them ruin the peacefulness and gratefulness you felt in this moment.

You grab your phone to capture a few photos, video of what’s around you to post on your Instagram stories. You even manage to take a nice selfie of yourself. Once you’ve done that you open your book on the page that you left off last and completely let go of your worries. Whenever you read a book the whole world and surroundings around you stop for a little while. It is a nice little escape even if it’s for a short time, it’s just you and your book here right now. You were saddened by the thought that you are approaching the last few chapters of this book. It had quickly become your favourite as the story had deeply resonated with you.  

A few hours later you perk up your head realising that everybody had left, and sun had started to set. You check the time on your phone, the time is quarter to 9. It’s just you in this park, as you look up at the pink sky and take a deep breath appreciating all the little things around you, birds chirping and the sound of water. You are exactly where you dreamt of being at the age of 16, now a university student doing your dream degree on your student exchange year in Majorca. Majorca was your first choice in hopes to bump into your favourite actor, like that was going to happen. Yeah, right silly you with your silly manifestations and delusions.

A wave of sadness floods your mind with realisation that you do have friends but no friend that you could hang out with daily or a significant other. You were all busy with your day to day lives. University, work, and personal problems, most of them were in relationships. You wonder what it would be like to sit here with someone you love and just to have them hold you in their lap.

You do have friends here in Majorca but most of them had went home during the spring break, but since you’ve paid an extortionate amount of money on rent you wanted to stay here for as long as you could. Being back home would only make it worse, realising that this fairy-tale dream that you are living right now is nothing, but a dream and a reality of family issues would soon burden on you. So here you are, alone in an empty park sat on your blanket with the book in your lap and warm wind gently blowing your hair.

Suddenly a puppy runs to you jumping up and down making you gasp in shock, but your expression instantly changes as this puppy is just too adorable and oh its small belly is so darn cute. It was puppy love at first sight, the sweet smell of the puppy took over all your senses.  The tears of joy flood your eyes slightly because of how charming the puppy was, it made you feel excited and calm at the same time releasing your endorphin levels. This puppy was a golden retriever with soft and fluffy fur, resembling a teddy bear that you just wanted to squeeze. Its fur was golden in colour with some white on its belly and paws. Puppy had settled in your lap as you were playing with it making your heart full of warmth as its big round innocent eyes were staring at you.

You feel presence of someone standing over you, glancing at the puppy. You raise your head up to face the person, seeing the most handsome, tan, and tall man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon, he looked like he was sculptured by heavens and gods themselves. He wore black shorts and a tank top exposing his toned arms and biceps as the rest of his body and muscles strained against the fabric at his chest. As you move your gaze up to his face recognising nicely groomed facial hair, you realise it’s Javi Gutierrez, the one and only standing right in front of you. His hair was even better in person, effortlessly styled luxuriously thick and wavy. His locks frame his face gracefully contouring his features.

You were his biggest fan, you owned many things of his, merch your favourite being a t-shirt with his face on it of which you had different variations, even your room had posters of him. You even had a TikTok fan page where you posted edits of him. Although your edits weren’t getting much attention you liked it that way, you were doing them for yourself and appreciation for him.

“Are you Jav-”. you say but it was too quiet for him to hear.

“Come on Luna let’s go to the park sweetheart, I’m so sorry about that she’s just too playful and energetic at this age”. He says but Luna completely disobeys his order and continues playing with you.

“It’s okay no worries I love dogs, hi there Luna you are a beauty aren’t you, yes you are”. you give her kisses and wiggle her ears as you breath in her scent once more. You are still in disbelief that it was Javi standing right in front of you. What were the chances?

“Oh my, I love how dogs smell especially small puppies making me feel a way I can’t describe”. Luna smelt slightly sweet with a touch of honey and faintest whiff of milk.

“Yeah, it’s the best isn’t it”. he leans down and pets Luna.

“For sure”. you say, you were now blushing as he was so close to you making you feel nervous and shy. You stared at him and when he glanced back at you, you quickly turned your head the other way to avoid eye contact, like you were a teenager again. You could smell his cologne which had notes of musk, oak moss, and bergamot. This smell will forever remind you of him, fuck you might even go to the perfume shop to buy this cologne. Fuck your obsession with Javi is about to be elevated to a whole new level, you didn’t know was possible.

“Here Luna come on, come here querida, good girl”. Javi says as you give him Luna and when he takes her from you, your fingers brush against each other making you feel a tingling sensation of electricity pulsing through you.

“There you go Luna” you say.

“Thank you, we better get going whilst it’s still light out. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Luna say bye bye”.

“Bye Luna sweet pea” you wave to her. As Javi is about to walk away you say, “it was nice meeting you Javi”. “Bye” he says as he is walking away.

Fuck you realise, you didn’t even ask for a photo, no one is going to believe you that you just met Javi and played with his puppy. But it was too late as he turned his back to you and you didn’t want to be an annoying fan that he would remember you as, so you stayed put.

As he is about to walk away, he stops and turns around. “Hey me and Luna are headed to the puppy playground you are welcome to join us if you wanted to”.

“Of course, I would love to let me just grab my things” you can’t believe that this is happening right your favourite actor asking you to join him to play with his dog? What in the fanfiction is that.

“You guys go ahead I will come over”.

“Alright”.

You gather your things quickly stuffing them into your tote bag and making your way to the dog playground.

“Hi there” he says. “Hey” you reply. “What were you reading?”. You’re not sure what it was exactly, was it his gentle tone or gaze but you felt like telling him everything in this moment.

“A book called freckles, it’s really good. It’s about finding yourself and it has deeply resonated with me. Essentially it is about a girl who is a parking warden who had moved to Dublin in hopes to find her real mother and reconnect. One day she comes across this arrogant man well she thought he was, anyway, he owned a Lamborghini and was an influencer who played video games and posted playthroughs on a YouTube channel for a living. He doesn’t bother with paying for his parking ticket on multiple occasions and on all those occasions she issues him a fine. One day he manages to catch her as she is issuing him another fine, I guess he kind of had a bad day already that day and said a bunch of mean things to her. One of which stuck out to her and became the main plot of the story. He said something along the lines that 5 people in your life shape who you are and that you are what they are. So, she tries to find her five people that make her, her.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear all that, I got carried away”. you apologize realising that you probably shouldn’t have shared that much detail.

“I do darling, continue”. he says as he gently pats your shoulder.

“Well, she thought she had five people at first but when she went home to visit her father, she realised she had 1 person out of 5 due to some drama with her bff and her ex. Later in the story she finds that her 5 people are her dad, her neighbour, work colleague and the guy that started it all for her, his name is Tristan. Well, that as far I got to in the story, I have last few chapters to read. I do hope her and Tristan end up together.” You try to summarise the whole story as quickly as you can.

“That is very interesting and really deep”.

“Yeah, I love that kind of thing and self-reflecting”.

You spent the rest of the hour playing with Luna and talking to Javi. Until the thought of wanting to ask him for a photo had come to mind. “I was wondering if I could take a picture with you, if not I completely understand. It’s just that I am a big fan of yours and I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t manage to capture a photo to remember this day”.

“Of course, we can no worries”. “Here let me grab your phone”. “Do you want one with Luna in it as well?” “Sure, that would be amazing” you say. “Come here Luna” Javi grabs Luna and says, “everybody say cheese”.  

Once you were done taking photos and Javi handed your phone back, you checked the time, and it was nearly 10pm remembering that you needed to stop by the grocery store. “Oh, I guess, I better get going need to stop by the grocery store on the way home and it closes in an hour. It was lovely to meet you Javi, truly you are an amazing person you deserve all the success and recognition you are getting.”

“Thank you I really appreciate you saying that. Which store are you heading to if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, the one next to the gym”.

“Look …  I need to buy some food for Luna, so I don’t mind giving you a ride home, if you wanted too of course”. He says your name.

“That would be lovely but are you sure?”. “Yes, I am sure don’t be silly I wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t the case sweetheart”.

“Thank you, that is very kind of you”.

“I will get all of Luna’s toys and we can head to my car. Do you mind holding Luna?”.

“Yeah sure, no worries. Come here sweet angel”.

You walk towards the parking lot, holding Luna who had fallen asleep from exhaustion and all the playing she did. You see his car and it’s a burgundy Porsche Panamera. It fit him well as it was sporty, timeless, minimalist yet with a touch luxury. As you stand next to the car waiting for him to unlock the door a cold breeze makes you shiver.

“Are you cold sweetheart?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit chilly but I can manage”.

“Hold on let me take Luna off you I will put her in the back so she’s cosy”.

He opens the back door of his car, settling Luna down and as he gets out, he holds a hoodie. “Here you go darling, put this on it will keep you warm”.

“It’s not a big deal truly, you don’t have to-” he was so sweet and thoughtful in this moment making your cheeks turn rosy from shyness. Javi cut you off stopping you saying anything else.

“I want to darling, okay? so put this on right now”.

“Okay, as you wish sir” you say letting out a giggle, as you pull his hoodie over your head, you smell the aroma of his scent. His scent was now all over you, his hoodie was oversized on you it felt like a warm blanket hugging your body. This small gesture made you feel a tingling sensation in your stomach, was this the feeling your friends were all talking about when you asked them about their relationships or how they knew their partners were the ones. The butterflies in your stomach? You’ve never experienced anything like that not even with your ex’s.

You are now in the car, as he is driving on the main road headed to the supermarket. The ride is silent but no awkwardness it didn’t feel weird not saying anything, most of the time you felt like you didn’t speak enough so would always feel pressured to try to make meaningless conversations with people so that they didn’t think you were quite or weird. With Javi you felt like you didn’t need to say anything, the feeling of comfort as words were not needed right now. You were in the moment connected much deeper than any words could be spoken right now.

“Alrighty, here we are” he says as he pulls into the parking spot, clutching his car.

Luna stayed in the car whilst you and Javi went to the store. He did suggest getting a trolley to use for both of you, but you insisted on using a basket instead as you didn’t want to buy too much only what you had written on your list. You and Javi went to different aisles to get your essentials, you were now walking down the ice cream aisle where you had spotted your favourite ice cream which you didn’t end up getting.

Javier walks up to you “are you ready to head to the tills…?” “Yes, let’s go” “Actually you go ahead I need to grab one more thing will meet you at the exit” Javi says.

“Ok, I’m going to go pay for my things, will wait for you at the exit Javi”.

You both checkout at different tills, you had finished scanning your items and paid for them first. Now waiting at the exit, wondering why it is taking Javi so long to pay and why is he packing his groceries right at the till, when he could do it once he got to the car.

“We can head to the car, querida”. “Yeah, let’s go”.

You both walk back to the car, you glance through the window to see if Luna had woken up, but to your surprise she was still sleeping like an angel. “Look at her sleeping Javi, she is smiling in her sleep must be having a nice dream” “yeah, it really has been a long day for her bless her she didn’t get to sleep from all the playing she did all day”.

“Give me your shopping bags querida, I will put them in the trunk for you”. “Thanks, that is really sweet of you”.

You wait for Javi to load shopping bags into the trunk as you are seated in the passenger seat, when he gets into the car, he has something behind him. “Hey, guess what I got?” “Javi, what is that behind your back?” “I said guess darling” “Ummm… treats for Luna?” “What? No” he giggles “Surprise, there you go sweetheart thought you would like that” he pulls out a tub of chocolate ice cream that has small heart shaped macarons. “No way! you didn’t Javi, how did you know?” “I saw you in the aisle looking at it as you picked it up and placed in back into the freezer”.

“You are the sweetest man I have ever met; this is my favourite ice cream I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I eat the whole tub of it within 30 minutes of opening it”. All you could think about is how caring and thoughtful he was for noticing such small detail that meant so much to you. No guy has ever been this attentive to you, they only cared about one thing which was to get into your pants. Not that anyone succeeded but Javi is different he is kind-hearted with the purest soul.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of querida, you make me laugh. I guess it must be good ice cream”.

“Oh, it is amazing Javi trust me. You should try it sometime.”

“I believe you sol” Javi really wanted to say mi sol (my sunshine) but had to remind himself that you were not his, not yet anyway. He sure as hell wouldn’t let a girl like you slip away trough his fingers. He had to figure out a way to see you again and spend time with you without coming off as a weirdo. He was intrigued to learn more about you and grow a connection. Fuck he wanted to taste that ice cream from inside of your mouth.

Both of you put your seatbelts on and Javi starts the car. The ride home is silent again as both of you are deep inside your thoughts thinking of each other. How was it possible that two people who desire each other so much had no clue that they both wanted each other. All that you and Javi had to do was talk to one another but as both are afraid of making a wrong impression stayed put. Of course, both of you were single and were drawn to one another like magnets.

You wanted to invite him to your flat so he could try the ice cream, but it was too late, and he probably had errands in the morning. Anyways he probably wouldn’t be interested anyways, he was Javi Gutierrez after all he probably has somebody at home waiting for him. You would do anything just to be Javi’s girl.

A though lingered in Javi’s mind that what if you had a boyfriend or a girlfriend and that thought completely infuriated him because he wanted you all for himself. What person would let their beautiful girlfriend sit alone in a park on sunny day.

Now as you are approaching a residential area Javi breaks the silence. “Let me know where to turn querida” “Take a next left, right here yes” “Okay, now where?” “Keep going straight, that building in front” “This apartment complex?” “Yes”.

As Javi parks his car in a parking spot in front of your apartment you say “well thank you for everything Javi” you get out the car but so does Javi. “It’s my pleasure querida, hold on I will get your shopping bags out of the trunk”. “There you go …” “Thank you again Javi, wait I forgot about your hoodie here hold this” you smile at him. “No, you don’t need to give it back, keep it I’ve got plenty of them, not a big deal sweetheart”. “Okay well thank you, I better go inside” you say awkwardly as you swear you thanked him about 100 times, this man really knows how to treat a woman.

As Javi is about to get into the car, he slams the door and jogs to you as you are about to open the door to your apartment. “Hey, will you be at the park tomorrow?”. “Yeah, I’m there most of the time, I will be there at 6pm. Why did you ask?” “Just wanted to know, I guess I will see you tomorrow. Have a lovely night”.  “You too, see you tomorrow”. He waits for you to go inside before starting the car engine.

Tomorrow? What does he mean by see you tomorrow. No way he wanted to see you again. There is no way this day is real; you must be daydreaming.  You think to yourself as you head through the door of your flat. You felt like your heart was about to burst out your chest.

However, no matter how unrealistic and surreal this felt it was very much real. It had happened and you had real proof, the pictures that you took, you go through them finding one where you, Javi and Luna have tongues out making a silly pose, you scroll to the next photo to only realise it’s a short video of him at first and then turning the camera to you holding Luna and giving her kisses.

Now as you try to fall asleep, you are thinking of what to wear tomorrow and how to style your hair, whether you should wear makeup or not. If this is all just a dream you would rather never wake up from this dream.

Thoughts? Would anyone be interested in part 2? Thank you for taking your time to read this fic. LOL finally got the courage to post this.

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Family Is More Than Blood

Chapter 3 of the Is That All Mr Gutierrez Series

Master list

Chapter two

Welcome back to Javi G my lovely’s. We’re still world building but I’m loving my plan for this series se.

I might actually do a few less chapters I have had a re think but I’m really enjoying doing this. He’s so different to my beloved Dave.

Most of this is written from the readers perspective but there is a surprise later…

Synopsis: You find Javis dad unconscious on the floor of his office, which springs a chain reaction of events which may very well jus r change yours & Javis lives.

Word count:2000

Warnings: this one is technically safe for under 18s but the series isn’t over all. Medical conditions, rush to hospital, mentions of fits strokes & medical conditions, fluff, pining, unrequited love, being over emotional. Omg I wrote a kinda safe fic… what’s going on with me

Thank you all as always for the read it’s really appreciated, all feedback is welcome

Your papers spill out of your hand & fly across the floor. He is slumped across the office tiles. You think he’s having a Stoke. His mouth is foaming & his body is having a fit. Thank god for the recent first aid responders course you took 6 weeks ago. Since everything that’s happened, you’ve been really proactive to be as good a person as you can, taking every first aid & life saving course possible, learning Portuguese & French, learning about all the agricultural the family does, ready for when the day arrives that this will be passed to Javi. But you were not expecting some of your new skills to be used so soon.

“Javier” you shout as you drop to your knees next to him & get your phone out to call for an ambulance. “Mr Gutierrez can you hear me” you check his pulse, it’s still there but it’s faint. You flick his tongue out of his mouth to make sure he doesn’t swallow it & put him in the recovery position. The voice down the phone speaks to you.

“Yes hello, hi”you say in a calm voice as you give them the address of where you are “Mr Javier Gutierrez Senior has had a fit & possibly a stroke, I have put him in the recovery position & I’ve made sure his air ways are clear, should I call for more help or can I leave him here while I get his medical records?” Your in full action mode & are in control, ready to do whatever the medical professionals people tell you to do, who reassure you that they are 7minutes away & getting to you as fast as possible & to keep talking to you on the phone. You can’t help but think to yourself, would anyone else have found him in time to have helped him. Was traffic from the hotel on this Wednesday morning, in your favour to get here earlier than usual? Fate you feel, has played a huge part in the safety & Protection of Mr Gutierrez senior.

You pace up & down the hospital corridor, you had called Mrs Gutierrez on the way in the ambulance telling her about her husband & had since called Javi, Luna & Sergio, his children. You might have found him slumped on the floor gasping for life, & knowing his full medical history, but as you are not family, the doctors aren’t telling you a thing. This means that every 3mins, your boss & friend Javi messages you asking how his dad is. You feel

Helpless that you can’t answer. You’ve been all the help in the world but now you feel completely useless, a spare part hanging about.

Sergio arrives first with Mrs Gutierrez & she hugs you & thanks you for working out what was going on so quickly. “I just wish i could tell you what’s happening, I’m not next of kin, so they won’t tell me” I calmly say as I hug her & Sergio goes to talk to a doctor. “You may as well be family my love, you know us better than we know ourselves & you helped us today. I will forever be in your debt” my phone pings again from Javi & his mum sees my face light up when I see that it’s him. “You know family is more than just blood & next of kin” she says but before she can say anything else, a pregnant Luna arrives & the three of them go into the room where Javier Senior rests. You decide now that most of the family is here, to go grab a coffee & something to eat & then message Javi to say you’re heading back to work, because the business still needs attending to.

Javi arrived back at his villa around 6pm & you are still in his office, sorting out the next part of the legal expansion for the company, headphones on, typing away letters, ready to be filed & approved by lawyers once Senior Gutierrez is back to full health. You only notice him when his arms drape around your shoulders & you can smell that expensive cologne. That fluffy hair feels so good against your neck & your gasp is one that you know is full of love & safety, not that you would ever let Javi know. He slowly removes one of your headphones & whispers to you.

“What you did today was above & beyond, you have no idea what you actually did, I’m sorry they wouldn’t talk to you, but thank you from the bottom of my heart & my families. We are all so enamoured by what you did so selflessly”. He whimpers, you can feel the sorry in his voice, he’s trying hard to be strong, but that’s never been Javis strong point. He’s carrying & nurturing, the most well mannered respected man. He has a persona to play but deep down he’s still that teenager who you fell for. He is ageing handsomely like a fine wine.

“Javi…” you reply softly turn in the office chair to look at him & caress his face “… you know I am strong enough for the both of us. You know I’d do that all again tomorrow, & I know that if it was my mum you’d do the same. Because I know you tried all you can to help with dad before” “sshhhhh… don’t talk about the pain, we have each other & that’s all that matters” he interrupts before holding you close. He still smells magnificent, his curl at the front of his head trying to work out where it’s going to go. An embrace of safety & emotion for you both. One you both cherish so much but you wish was so so much more. The temptation to lift his head, twist the curl & bring his lips to yours. The tension is there in your body waiting to be unleashed. You pine for your friend & wish you could comfort him in so many ways more than you currently are.

Eventually the hug breaks & Javi wipes a few tears away & sniffs. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life…” Javi mumbles. That lip is quivering & you can feel the moment is approaching, the moment you’ve waited for since you were kids “… as my assistant & best friend, no one could ask for more. my life would be a shambles without you”. You always hope that one day he will want it & ask for more, that he will see you more than just your childhood friend & his assistant. But these little moments of weakness & vulnerability between the two of you just keep happening. You hope every time you’ve just misheard, but no, it’s always the same reply. But because it’s happening more regularly now you’re wondering if he is just saying it to convince himself. Those large brown eyes always linger for one extra heart beat each time.

The moments passed & your back to being friends, & his assistant. The lingering just a flash moment that flew past, as you say “that it would Javi, that it would” before holding his hand, reassurance that he is doing the right thing in his life & that everything is going to be okay. “So what I’ve organised today…” you then talk about what you’ve put in place for Javi for the next few days & how the business on all sides will cope with his father being away from it for a few days. Javi would much rather talk shop than talk emotions, that can wait for another day. He takes in your every word & watches your hands type & click away at the lap top & the schedules & plans, it calms him to know you have everything so well organised.

•

“Mr Gutierrez, you wanted to see me?” It’s 3 days later. Senior Gutierrez has been allowed home from hospital. It was just a fit due to his existing medical condition, but he hit his head on the way down & suffered a concussion. The doctors have told him to take it slow but he is in the office in his lounge wear, looking at everything that has been put in place while he’s been sick. He had already thanked you for everything you did that day, so this must be something important. “Ahhh yes I need to talk to you. Please take a seat” he plops himself on the sofa & pats the seat next to him, which you fill instantly.

“Family is important, my wife, my children, my extended family, & you & your family. We are all apart of this machine, weather we like it or not, & you & your family we have embraced with all our hearts…” he starts his speech gasping for air occasionally as ex smoker & an asthmatic, it’s usual. Your mind is racing. Usually chats like this end with a thank you for your service or it’s not working. He can see your body tense & become nervous. “… some members embrace & love you more than others.” He looks at you inquisitively. You realise you’re not losing your job.

“Life is short my love, you of all people know this, I want you to grab it with both your hands & embrace it. & if my soft sweet boy can’t recognise his own feelings for you, then you need to make it happen” you look at him in shock but blushing “Javier I…” “the man adores you, please make sure it happens, because you are clearly made for each other” He interrupts you & holds your hand reassuringly like you & his son do. “It will bring you both the happiness & the family you deserve” you go to answer but then In walks his nephew & Javis cousin Lucas to talk business. “I think that’s all I need to discus with you today. I’ll see you on Wednesday for our usual schedule meeting?” Javier senior says. You nod “so glad to see you back to work Javier” “well without you, I might not be here” you leave him to his meeting with Lucas.

As you drive to your meeting afterwards, your mind races. Javier Senior know you are in love with his son & is telling you to do what his son doesn’t have the courage to do. Ask him on a date. He is right. You are in love with him & life is too short. You’ve learnt that so many different ways in the last few years. It’s time you told him, it’s time you did something. It’s time you made Javi your someone special, & not wait to be asked anymore.

*

The day before Javier was released from hospital he spoke to Javi, who he noticed was distracted. Javi said it was the stress of the situation, but Javier could tell that his boy was nervous. “The last time I saw you this nervous was the day she came home, after what happened in Rome…”He asks him “stop waiting Javi, have some conviction ask her out” he says. Javi smirked at his dad “what if I muck it up though Papi Id lose her forever, as a friend, as a colleague, as the girl who’s lips felt like no one else’s?” Javi replies. “Well son, you need to take that plunge because life is short & you don’t want to one day sit here in hospital, & not have her be allowed to know what’s going on with you, family is more than just blood & love is more important than that.” Javi looks at his dad & smiles. He’s been given his blessing already to add you to the family officially, but he’s not sure he has the courage to actually instigate it & reveal his true feelings for you.

Chapter Four

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my fav fics/fic recs

Joel Miller

Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin

I’m Starving, Darlin’ by @me-and-my-bullet-journal

Cowboy Take Me Away by @alt-verara

Elementary by @guess-i-have-to-go-model-now

Joel masterlist by @toxicanonymity(TW)

Joel masterlist by @chaotic-mystery

Breaking the Girl by @cinematicgf

how to treat a girl by @whrsmym1nd

Jealousy, Jealousy by @atinylittlepain

frisk-y by @bits-and-babs

birthday gift by @adelliet

one day ill feel alright by @joelscruff

one bed by @frannyzooey

friendly neighborhood handyman by @juletheghoul

youre my sunshine by littlelou22

My haven could be you pt1 and 2 by @pascalisbaby

this series by @pascalisbaby

Javier Peña

Perfectly Intoxicating by @gracieispunk

Es Tarde Y Te Nesecito by @gar6agef1r3

Bambi by @mendessi

swipe his nose like a credit card by @tightjeansjavi

say my name by @palioom

all work no play by @loquaciousferret

mi luz series by @pedrostylez

separation by @lokischocolatefountain

just a little game by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Din Djarin

I Only See Daylight by @millersdjarin

A Fresh Start by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Nightmare by @sofasoap

Unexpected Visitor by @livyjh

Javi Gutierrez

we reached the moon by @jazzelsaur

beautiful boy by @psychedelic-ink

not bored by @radiowallet

villa with a view by @starlightmornings

on the right flight by @prolix-yuy

Frankie Morales

homecoming series by @astroboots (when i tell you i am OBSESSED with this whole series. i have literally themed my whole phone around this series and even made a Pinterest board dedicated to it.. im another level of delusional rn and its all this series fault. thank you.)

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 1

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Read chapter 2 here

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

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

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

Word Count: 3.2K

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

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

(Divider by saradika)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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from grief to grace {javi g x reader drabble}

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Determined to work through your heartbreak, you end up spacing out until your boss comes to check on you.

Warnings: hurt and comfort, break up, heartbreak, asshole boyfriend, negative language, degrading language, disrespect, um idk if there's anything else?

A/N: written for @iamasaddie as part of their writing challenge 2.0! decided to go literal with the prompt of 'javi's blue jacket' and pick javi g since i've never written for him before. the genre i was given was hurt/comfort and the prompt was 'will you tell me about it?' i had so much fun with this even if i took an angstier route (apparently that's my thing lol)

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You were trying to concentrate on threading the needle, but your hands were trembling, and tears were brimming. Sighing, you set the needle’s pointed end back into the pin cushion atop the desk, beside the jacket you had been attempting to fix.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and you quickly picked up the notebook you had scribbled Javi’s measurements on, double checking them against the thin white lines you had drawn onto the fabric as you heard him enter the room.

“Okay, my apologies, that meeting ran a little longer. It was unexpected.” He clapped his hands together, seemingly done with that part of the day and more than willing to move onto the nest.

“Th-that’s okay, senior.” You tried to sound normal, but your heart sank when you realized it hadn’t been convincing enough.

“Is everything okay, you do not seem like yourself.” Javi’s cheerful tone had dampened, worry creeping into him as you could feel his eyes look you over completely as you sat frozen at your desk. No doubt taking in the way the jacket that was supposed to be ready for him to try on was sitting in front of you in pieces.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been too slow on this jacket, senior, please accept my apologies.”

“I am not worried about the jacket, I am worried about you. You’re crying, querida.” He intoned softly.

Quickly raising a hand to wipe at your cheeks, you were startled to discover that you were crying. The tears having fallen to the fabric you were supposed to be working on. Damp spots decorating the bright fabric. It was a mustard yellow, the color deeper where you tears had landed. You frantically tried to rub the wet spots off, patting at them with a tissue from the box near the edge of your desk.

“Oh shoot! No, no, no, I will fix it, I swear.”

“No need,” Javi strode further into the room, kneeling beside you to take your hands in his. They looked so small in his, the freckled tan of his feeling warm. “I worry for you, tell me what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, aware of a few errant tears flying away at the motion. You wanted to keep it inside, to not ruin the day or be the cry baby that vented to their sweet, understanding employer.

“I’m okay, I swear.” You wouldn’t look directly at him, knowing his wide brown eyes that glittered in the sunlight would make you spill the news far too quickly if you were to gaze into them. You always had a soft spot for him, for the way he was endlessly kind and wore his heart on his sleeve. Something that had been a thing to tease you over, from both your friends and your – well now ex – boyfriend.

“Will you tell me about it, querida, please? I will do my best to make it better, whatever it is.” He beseeched in that deep baritone he had, his hands squeezing yours reassuringly.

“My-my boyfriend, h-he broke up with me. He said he was embarrassed to tell his friends I was a seamstress.” You sputtered, the ache in your heart making the words flow from you to your boss. He was always so kind, so thoughtful. You hadn’t wanted to tamp down on his sunny and excitable demeanor today of all days. He was preparing to host a viewing festival, indie film makers from all over the world would be there and he had requested you to work overtime if you wanted to. You had taken him up on it, even in the wake of the breakup. You needed to save as much as you could to cover the down payment for a new place, your ex not too prideful to kick you out of the one in your name that he had moved into. “He ki-kicked me out of our apartment, I have nowhere to go.”

You felt a tug on your arms and you leaned into it, your bottom thudding on a plush pillow Javi had pulled from the nearby couch. He took you into his arms carefully, on the watch for any signs that this was not the way to go about this. But you went willingly, your arms going around his neck and your cheek going to his chest. You breathed in deeply, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor. Why don’t you let me cook for you or take you out to a lovely dinner, mi amor. To help get your mind off of things. You can stay here in the meantime, there are countless rooms here for you to have.” His voice vibrated through you, comforting in how it caressing your ears at the same time. You could only nod, not trusting your voice to be more than a warble of nonsensible words. You tightened your on hold on him, feeling safe for the first time all week.

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The next morning you woke naturally, the sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains over the windows. You had opted to stay in, too nervous to be out in public lest you run into your ex. Javi had understood completely, whisking you toward the kitchen after he had dried you tears. Glasses of wine were shared over the course of making dinner and during. Two led to three led to four and you found yourself slow dancing with the graceful man in the kitchen once you had finished. The soft sounds of the distant ocean paired with the oldies flowing low from the radio too tempting. He whispered how he would never treat you in such a bad way, how he would always take care of you, make sure you were happy and healthy.

When he offered you a room again, you had been emboldened by the wine and casual touches. It urged you to lean up close to him, hands still around his neck from dancing to ask if his room was available. He had answered you with a deep kiss, his hands wide on your back as he licked into your mouth. He had assured you he was a man of honor before offering you a pair of pajamas and settled into his plush bed beside you. He hadn’t done anything more than tangle his fingers with your underneath the covers before you both drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to yourself, you stretched out. A moan bubbling up as you felt a few kinks work themselves out in your back. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, the sound so dirty in the warm bedroom. But when you looked over to the other side, you were the only one in the bed. Your eyes flashed to the pop of neon color on the bedside table.  

There was a post it note atop the alarm clock, blocking the display of numbers from view. Javi’s script penned in ink, a message for you.

‘Mi amor, I had to leave early but did not want to wake you.

Please join me for the festival if you’re feeling up to it. Just ask my assistant for a VIP pass.

I will bring home something for dinner. I hope you got some rest last night, please take it easy today.

Yours, Javi’

You liked the sound of that. Home.

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[softpascalito]

Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Twentyone

Lingerie - Javi Gutierrez/F!Reader

Summary: Javi usually gets the movie memorabilia he loves so much for his birthday. This year, he gets something infinitely better.

Relationships: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

WC: 2100

Tags/Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Birthday Sex, Birthday Cake, Lingerie, Kissing, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Idiots in Love, Vaginal Fingering, p in v sex, i will protect javi g with my life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

AO3 LINK

notes: first time writing for this babe but jesus christ i ADORE him. he deserves the world.

(also sorry this is late i had to stare at pic of pedro pascal at snl for roughly 5 hours this morning).

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The sun was barely peeking through the curtains when your alarm rang, making you roll over to stop the beeping noise of it. With a small sigh you sat up when suddenly you felt a movement next to you and a soft mumble escaped the figure that was half buried under the colorful sheets, limbs entangled with yours.

His arm reached out to try and pull you back in with a protest, wrapping around your lower stomach as you rubbed your eyes. “I have to get up, baby,” you whispered quietly into the sheets but the arm didn't release you. Instead, another noise of protest came from under the moving sheets before Javis head peeked out.

He blinked up at you, his eyes barely open as he spoke, “Stay in bed. With me.”

You smiled a bit at his demand, reaching out to place a hand in his hair and comb through the messy, long curls with your fingers. “Good morning, birthday boy,” you mumbled, taking in the sight that you would never get tired of: Waking up next to Javi. “We can cuddle tonight,” you promised softly.

“And if it's my birthday wish to just stay in bed with you all day?” He grumbled, his voice a little rougher than usual after just waking up.

“I promise it will be worth it if you let me pick up your present first, okay?” You said gently, your hand still massaging his head as he seemed to relax a little, “When I come back and that is still your birthday wish, I promise that's what we'll do.”

Another small, but softer grumble came from his throat as he nodded and you could see his eyes already beginning to close again. You leaned down, placing your lips on his head and pressing a long kiss into his hair before gently disentangling yourself from him and getting up.

The sun had fully risen by the time you were on your way back from the small town on the island, having picked up everything for Javi's birthday. A soft breeze blew around your hair as you took in the surroundings, the cliffs and forests to one side and the wide open sea to the other. A small cake box was placed on the passenger's seat, buckled in so that it wouldn't fall over. Beside it was a smaller bag in pale blue, wrapped expertly with a matching bow. You had opted for something different for Javi's birthday, something other than the usual movie memorabilia. There was a funny feeling as you imagined his possible reactions, ranging from excitement to plain disappointment. You hoped it wouldn't be the latter.

He was still in bed when you came into the room, though he was properly awake now, spread out under the covers and reading a book. You had a feeling that he'd been waiting for your return because by the time you had closed the door behind yourself, he had already sat up and put his reading material aside, watching you eagerly.

With a smile in his direction, you set down the items you were carrying to move and open the large blinds of the door that led towards the balcony, allowing a stunning view of the water below you, sparkling in the morning sun. Fresh sea air filled the room and the curtains moved softly in the breeze as you placed the tray you had brought on the bed. It wasn't a particularly large breakfast, that would no doubt follow later, but it was what you always did for Javi on his birthday and he had come to love your little tradition.

A small piece of cake for each of you as well as a bottle of champagne to share and start the day off right.

“That looks amazing, mi amor,” he hummed as he scooched over to make some more space for you. You climbed onto the bed with him, your hand immediately finding his as the other handed him a glass of the sparkling liquid and then took your own. The glasses met with a small clinking sound- and without either of you looking at them, instead focused on each other.

“Happy Birthday, Javi,” you said before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He didn't let you get away with just that, pulling you closer to kiss you properly, lips parting as you molded together so perfectly.

Eventually, you did manage to actually drink the champagne and you put your glass down as you remembered something, “Oh, hold on.”

From your pocket, you fished a box of matches and a small candle, quickly sticking it into Javi's piece of cake. He watched the way you concentrated as you lighted it, your tongue sticking out a tiny bit and it reminded him that there would be no start to a birthday he'd prefer over this.

“Go on, make a wish,” you urged, eyes darting between him and the candle.

Javi shook his head, his eyes soft, “I don't have any, I-”

“Come on, you have to have a birthday wish. Something you want,” you tried, watching the first drop of wax run down the candle.

“I have everything I want right here,” Javi whispered, his gaze fixed on you and you bit your lip to keep yourself from crying at the way he looked so soft and vulnerable and honest.

It took you a moment to find your voice again, your thumb absentmindedly running over his hand, “Then just wish that we can stay in this bed all day.”

He smirked a little at that and this time it was he who pressed the quick kiss to your lips before turning to the candle. You watched as he closed his eyes, paused for a moment and then blew, the fire dying down after just a moment.

After the cake and more kisses and caresses, you were leaning back against the headrest, Javis head in your lap as you lazily stroked his hair.

“So, when do you want your present?” You asked gently, looking down at him. He perked up a little at the mention of a present and you knew that he secretly enjoyed getting them as much as giving them.

“Can I have it now?” He asked a little sheepishly, round brown eyes looking up at you as he spoke. A small smile played around your lips as you nodded and he sat up, allowing you to move off the bed.

You returned with the soft blue bag you had picked up earlier, handing it to him before sitting down, anxious to see his reaction, “Happy Birthday.”

Javi smiled at you before looking over the bag, clearly trying to find an indication of what was inside before beginning to open the skillfully tied bow at the top. It fell away smoothly, allowing him to fully open the gift bag and his eyes widened a little as he looked inside, reaching into it to pull out a set of clothes in a soft, blue fabric that matched the color of the waves outside.

“Is that-?” He asked, looking over at you and you gave a small nod, biting your lip, “It's- I didn't know if you'd like this. It's okay if not, I can just-”

An actual growl left his throat at that as he shook his head, pushing the bag to the side and placing the fabric in your lap. “Put it on. Please. I wanna see you in it, baby,” he whispered, his tone dropping slightly and you felt an excited lurch in your chest at his words, a grin spreading over your face. Quickly, you gathered the items and hurried to the on-suite bathroom to change.

Javi was sitting at the edge of the bed when you returned. A soft gasp left his slightly opened mouth as he took in your form, his eyes wandering over your curves and soft skin. The baby blue lingerie set that decorated your body accentuated your figure perfectly. Both pieces were see-through, giving him a sneaky view of your hard nipples as well as your lower region. The edges of the top were draped in more of the soft fabric that fell over your stomach as well as your back, reminding him of the way 17th century painters had imagined angels. Soft, gentle, stunningly pretty and above all, all his.

He automatically reached out towards you and you smiled a little more as you moved over to him, his hands on your back as soon as they could reach you. Javi pulled you down, bringing you onto his lap, all the while admiring your body.

“You look amazing, baby, I-” He paused for a moment, “Is this what you had to pick up this morning?” A small giggle escaped you as you nodded, “Told you it'd be worth it.” Another low noise came from Javis throat as he ran his hands up and down your sides, “Fuck, it was.”

He used his leverage on you to pull you in further, burying his face in your chest, his tongue occasionally lapping out to lick a stripe over your exposed chest. You wiggled slightly on his lap in return, the bulge in his briefs growing with each movement from you and each second that his eyes wandered over your body.

His right hand slowly wandered to your front and slipped into the thin panties, brushing past your clit before beginning to tease your entrance, his thick finger finding your wetness. You whimpered, eagerly pushing yourself against him and he chuckled at how impatient you were.

“You want that inside, pretty girl? Want my finger in your pretty pussy?” You practically clawed at him at that, nodding eagerly, your lips finding his ear to nibble on, “Please, Javi.” As he began to push inside, you added, “It's part of your present, after all.”

He smirked at that, licking your nipple through the thin fabric, “Got me the prettiest birthday present, you know that? So beautiful.” Your heart fluttered at the praise, every doubt that you'd had earlier wiped from your mind.

Javi began slowly working his finger in and out of you, setting a slow but steady rhythm and the sound of both your breathing filled the room, occasionally interrupted by a bird chirping outside and the steady rhythm of the waves below you. 

As the movements got faster and you felt the care being disregarded, Javi paused, running his hand over the soft fabric, “Let me take it off you first, I don't want to ruin it.” You were already panting slightly, nudging his neck with your nose.

With slightly parted lips and blown pupils, you moved your head up so that your faces were almost touching. Then, you moved your hand down, placing the string of your panties in Javi's free hand, “It's a present. It's only half the fun if you don't rip it open.”

His expression still seemed a little doubtful so you nudged him again, “I'll buy you another one for Christmas.” 

That did it. Javi lips crashed into yours as his finger left you and his hand yanked the underwear off you, a seam audibly ripping but neither of you cared. You were already fumbling with his briefs and positioned yourself above him once they were off.

You were even more impatient now, your tightness clenching around nothing without his finger and you lowered yourself onto his cock, that immediately became slick with your wetness.

Javi and you both groaned as he began to enter and his gaze searched for yours, whispering praise and words of love, something he frequently did during sex and that always made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

“You feel so wonderful, mi amor,” he whispered as he bottomed out, stroking your back as he let you adjust to the feeling of having him inside. It was another thing you would never get tired of. Waking up by his side, feeling him buried inside- it was the most glorious way to live.

“Move, baby, please,” you mumbled back and like magic, you both set the same rhythm as you began bouncing on his cock. 

“This is-” he whispered, his voice thin from the pleasure, “This is the best birthday present you ever got me.” You opened your mouth to reply but he captured it in another kiss instead, only letting up when you both needed air. You took the chance, bringing your lips to his ear, “You haven't heard the best part yet.”

“You get to keep it all year round,” you whispered and he let out a gentle whimper at that, burying himself deep inside of you, fitting so perfectly between your walls, “I better.”

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[merz-8]

Painting the Mallorca cliffs with Javi 🩷

A/N: I made a little moodboard for @beefrobeefcal 's prompt 🩷 I love Javi G and his golden retriever energy 🩷

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[morallyinept]

Homage - A Javi Gutierrez x Blind F!Reader One Shot

Written as part of my B O D I E S Series 🤎

BODIES MASTERLIST

Summary: A collision in a coffee shop with an enigmatic man sparks an exhilarating romantic encounter.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Blind F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader in terms of ethnicity, Reader does have hair. Reader is completely blind. Reader speaks & understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 6.7k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Triggers & Warnings: Unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/oral F receiving/fingering/lots of kisses/Reader is completely blind and uses a cane and guide dog/I've tried to write this story without describing Javi's expressions etc... because Reader would not see them, but there is a little bit of Javi POV/Javi falls hard for you/lots of slushy, soft romance/mentions of Nicholas Cage

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: It's important to me that all types of readers are represented in my work, therefore this collection of stories is written for readers with REAL bodies. However, anyone can enjoy them. Whilst this story may not specifically represent your own personal journey, it is my hope that it resonates and offers comfort and enjoyment. The condition/disability mentioned in this story is not 'one size fits all' - everyone's journey is personal and unique, and I have undertaken as much research as I can to write accurately and respectfully. 🤎

MAIN MASTERLIST | JAVI GUTIERREZ MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

In the bustling coffee shop, the air is filled with familiar, enticing aromas that dance on your senses. 

The rich, earthy scent of freshly ground coffee beans mingle with the sweet scents of caramelised sugar, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere around you.

Notes of toasted bread and buttery croissants waft from the bakery counter, tempting patrons with their comforting fragrance. Amidst the sweet haze, hints of cinnamon and nutmeg linger, adding a touch of spice to the air. 

You can hear the air humming with a melodic symphony of sounds, creating a vibrant backdrop for conversation and camaraderie that surrounds you. The rhythmic whirring of coffee machines echo throughout the space, accompanied by the gentle chinking of cups and saucers as baristas expertly craft each beverage with care. 

Amidst the chatter of patrons and the occasional burst of laughter, the soothing melodies of soft music plays in the background, adding to the ambiance.

It’s a song you know and you hum along to it as you patiently wait your turn. 

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop, the sounds of steaming milk and frothing foam mingling with the hiss of espresso machines, envelops you in a comforting and familiar embrace. It’s a weekly treat coming here after a busy week of work. 

You feel Nicolas’ tail pad against your leg and you reach to pat his head, scritching behind his ear that you know he loves. 

“Almost there, Nicolas.” You reassure your canine friend, who is also your trusty pair of eyes.

You clutch onto your cane and wait patiently in the line pondering in your mind what takes your fancy today.

Nicolas guides you through the bustling queue of the quaint coffee shop until you’re at the front and place your order with Juan, who greets you personally and asks how you are. You always like the sound of his voice, he always sounds so peppy.

As you patiently wait for your coffee to be made, recognizing the familiar voices and chatter of the other baristas, a sudden collision startles you.

"Dios, mio! I am so sorry!" (Oh God!) A male voice exclaims, laden thick with embarrassment.

You chuckle softly, your fingers searching for your cane that's no longer in your grip, but the band around your wrist guides you to it dangling within reach.

“No harm done,” you say with a warm smile. Collisions happen on the regular in your world. 

But the man continues to ramble. “I am so blind, I should look where I am going. ¡Ay no, mi camisa. Está arruinada. Probablemente el café no salga con el lavado, and... Oh, shit.’ (Oh no, my shirt. It is ruined. The coffee probably won’t wash out.)

The man's tone shifts, realising his mistake. "Oh. I didn't mean to... I-I didn't realise you can’t… Oh, and now I feel terrible for making such a ridiculous comment about my ridiculous shirt."

“I'm sure your shirt is okay.”

“No, it really is ridiculous, even without the coffee stain.” He chuckles. “Are you okay, you didn't get splashed with hot coffee, did you?”

You smile into the direction of his worrisome sing-song voice. “No, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I…” You hear him sigh “if you could see what I look like now, it would make you really laugh.”

You smile, your curiosity piqued by the nervous energy radiating from him. "Well, you certainly sound cute when you're flustered." 

You hear him fumbling for words. "Thank you... I-I... oh, wow." 

“Let me buy you a new coffee.” You offer. 

“Oh no, let me buy you one. I bumped into you, it is the least I can do for my clumsiness. Please, I insist.”

You accept graciously. “Thank you, that’s kind.”

“Not at all. What would you like?”

The man orders your coffee with Juan, and his again, and introduces himself whilst you both wait.

“I am Javi.” His Spanish accent colours his words.

You reach out for his hand and it’s soon filled with a soft, emanating warmth. His hand feels big and his grip gentle. You tell him your name in return amd he sighs enthusiastically.

“And who is this handsome fellow?”

“This is Nicolas.” You say, stoking behind the canine’s ear.

"Oh, I love your dog's name! Did you name him after Nicholas Cage?"

“No.”

“Oh, I love Mr Cage. I am a big fan.”

“Me too.”

Javi chuckles nervously, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, not that you can see it, but you can sense it in his smile and the way he titters nervously. You've conjured up an image in your mind of him wringing his hands eccentrically, and it makes you smile.

“Uh, would you like to sit and drink your coffee with me?” He asks. 

Your face lights up with a smile as you nod in agreement. "That sounds lovely, Javi," your voice tinged with excitement. “Lead the way.”

“Would you like to take my arm? My hands are full of coffee cups.”

“I can follow your voice if the route is clear, and Nicolas can do the rest.” You explain with a smile. 

“Okay, great… Shit,” you hear him mutter followed by the sound of something scraping against the floor. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just… Uh, the chair. I did not see it. I promise I'm usually more coordinated," he replies sheepishly.

Your laughter rings out melodiously. "Oh, I'm sure you are. It's just my luck to encounter the exception," you tease, following the gentle pull from Nicolas carefully.

Javi grins, relieved by your lighthearted demeanour. "Consider it a unique skill of mine, I was hit by a car once." He quips, his accent adding charm to his words.

“Gosh, that sounds awful!”

“I was fine. We are here, right in front of you. Can I help?”

"I got it." You reach out for the table edge as your fingers glide across it and you slide into the chair. "You're quite the character, Javi," you remark, taking a sip of your coffee.

Javi chuckles nervously. "I guess I am. But you know what they say, it takes one to know one," he replies with a mischievous sound in his tone.

You raise an eyebrow, feigning offence. "Are you insinuating that I'm clumsy too?" You tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

“Of course not! You're the epitome of grace and elegance," he replies with exaggerated sincerity, earning another giggle from you.

“Well, you're wrong, I fall over a lot, mostly over this.” You say, tapping your cane against the table. “Nicolas keeps me upright most of the time.”

“Then he is doing a very good job.”

As you drink your coffee, Javi can't contain his excitement as he begins to recount his favourite Nicholas Cage films.

"You know, Nicholas Cage is a cinematic legend. Have you ever watched Con Air?" Javi asks eagerly. 

You smile, shaking your head. "I haven't. Tell me about it."

Javi rambles with enthusiasm as he dives into an animated description of the action-packed film.

"It's a rollercoaster of adrenaline! Picture Nicholas Cage as Cameron Poe, a former Army Ranger who finds himself on a prison transport plane filled with the worst criminals imaginable."

You listen intently, captivated by Javi’s passion for the movie. "Wow, that sounds intense."

Javi murmurs in agreement around a slurpy sip of his coffee enthusiastically.

"Absolutely! He can seamlessly transition from action-packed roles to more nuanced characters. Take Leaving Las Vegas, for example. It's a poignant drama where he plays a suicidal alcoholic. His performance is truly mesmerising."

“Have you ever met him? You sound like quite the fan.”

“Yes. He came to my birthday party last year. I turned forty.” 

“Really? That’s amazing!”

"Yes, it was. We had a good time together. I just realised... I've been talking about these movies as if you've seen them, but..." Javi's voice trails off, his worry palpable. He hesitates, unsure of how to proceed. "I... I didn't consider that you might not be able to see the films," he admits, sheepishly. "I'm sorry if I made assumptions."

You smile warmly, reaching out to gently squeeze Javi's hand and find his wrist instead.

"It's okay, Javi. I appreciate your honesty. I may not be able to watch them in the traditional sense, but I can still listen to them. Audio descriptions allow me to enjoy the stories, just like everyone else. And, I absolutely love movies."

Javi’s sighs with relief, his worry dissipating as he breathes out. "That's fantastic! I'm so glad to hear that," he exclaims, his enthusiasm returning.

"Yes, it's pretty cool how technology has made entertainment more accessible for people like me. So, feel free to keep sharing your favourite movies with me, okay?"

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“How am I blind?” You pre-empt.

“Yes. But only if you are comfortable in telling me.”

“I had Meningitis when I was a child. It attacked my optic nerves and I lost my sight.” You simply say.

“I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, it could’ve been much worse. I’ve adapted and I have a really good life. Nicolas gives me a lot of independence.”

“Were you very young?” Javi asks. 

“Yes, I could see and I remember things. I remember what my parents looked like, and the sun. I loved watching the sun set. I think that is what I miss the most.”

There is a reflective pause between you before Javi speaks again.

“I think you are very brave, and very beautiful. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be very forward.”

“It’s okay, I quite like it.” You smile, as you drink more of your coffee. 

Your conversation about movies continues, and Javi offers a pastry and more coffee, to which you accept as you spend a couple of hours together in the coffee shop talking and laughing.

Summoning his courage, he asks you a question with a hopeful tone.

"Would you like to watch a movie... with me?" Javi asks, his voice tinged with excitement.

Your face lights up with surprise and delight. "Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes, I mean… shit. Yes, if you would like to, perhaps this evening? You might have plans and that is okay, but I am enjoying talking to you and would like to get to know you some more.”

“That sounds wonderful, Javi," you reply, your smile growing wider.

Javi beams in response through a giddy chuckle, relieved by your positive response. 

"Great! We can choose a movie that has audio descriptions,” he suggests eagerly. “I have a home cinema, if you feel comfortable coming back to my place?”

“I do. Besides, Nicolas would tell me if you had bad vibes.”

“Animals always know.” Javi agrees. “I like him.” 

You nod enthusiastically. "Nicolas loves movie nights just as much as I do," you say, patting your guide dog affectionately. 

“I have a few errands to run in town first, but if you like, I could pick you up later?”

“I’d like that.” You nod. 

He explains he has a villa on the coast, which is a short drive from town, and you're familiar with most of the landscape except the coastline, so you're touched when he tells you to put his address in your phone and text someone you know for reassurance.

He also gives you his number and is fascinated when he sees you navigating your phone with confidence using a talkback app.

“This is marvellous!” He says as you explain how it works as the little computerised voice talks back to you. “Can I drive you home?” Javi offers after you both finish up your coffee.

“No, that’s okay, I have errands to run too,” you smile. 

Javi holds the door open for you and Nicolas, and outside the fresh air and warmth of the summer feels good on your skin.

“Well, I shall see you later this evening, mi sol.” (My sun)

Smiling, you feel him squeeze your hand affectionately. “I look forward to it, Javi.”

“See you, Nicolas.” He says, and you hear him walk away, leaving you with the biggest smile chiselled on your face.

Using your fingertips, you dab on a slick of lip balm, and spritz a final spray of your favourite perfume, inhaling the delicate notes with a smile, when Nicolas barks softly as a car pulls up. 

Opening the door, you can hear Javi greet you on the other side. 

“Oh, wow…” He says. “It is possible you look even more beautiful than when I saw you earlier today. You are glowing, just like the sun...”

“Thank you, Javi.” You say, feeling your cheeks warm.

You fetch your purse and step out with Nicolas in tow, with your cane looped around your wrist. 

“Would you like to take my arm? My car is parked a little way down the road.” Javi offers, and you smile linking around him, Nicolas padding along on the other side, and your cane out in front. 

You hear him greet passers by in Spanish, in between talking with you, and it warms you that he’s not averse to being seen with you as he pats your hand with his around his muscular arm, and makes a note to warn you when an uneven payment or dip is approaching.

And you can only smile at his rapt attention to you and your surroundings. 

Most strangers you encounter are indifferent or ignorant to the limitations of your world, more often than not getting annoyed at you when they’re the ones who bump into you to begin with. But Javi seemingly embraces the challenge naturally, adapting effortlessly as you walk along and talk animatedly with him, his laughter infectious.

As you walk throughout the world, you rely on your other senses to guide you, and Nicolas or GPS apps on your phone always help. The sounds of traffic and the chatter of pedestrians provide valuable cues about your surroundings, helping you to navigate the busy thoroughfare with confidence.

With each step, your cane will sweep the ground in front of you, detecting obstacles and uneven surfaces. Remembering routes, using auditory cues that took years to move around the town confidently by yourself.

But when you can take someone’s arm, like Javi’s, that load is shared and you can relax a little more into the trust that he’ll lead the way for you safely, without letting you trip and tumble or get lost. 

The car journey is pleasant; he has a convertible and you can feel the warm wind in your hair, and smell the salt from the coast. You both listen to gentle jazz music as he drives and describes the sights to you. 

Inside the villa, he tells you where most things are situated, and you explain to him that it will take time for you to remember a new space. He tells you to let him know if you need the bathroom or anything at all, and he can happily show you the way. 

He leaves you on a comfy, velvety feeling sofa that you sink into, as he fetches a bottle of wine and some glasses. Placing it in your hand, you sip from the cool crispness of the dry Vermentino, as he explains his home movie collection to you.

After deciding on Con Air - purely from Javi’s energetic description of it in the coffee shop - you feel him settle in beside you, a dip in the cushions, as his shoulder brushes against yours. 

You can’t see it, but Javi can't shake off the nervous excitement coursing through him, but you can certainly sense some of that energy as it bleeds into your skin.

With a gentle nudge, he casually drapes his arm around your shoulders, trying to appear cool and composed despite the butterflies in his stomach.

You hear the clicking of his mouth as he smiles when you lean into the comforting warmth of his touch, a contented smile playing on your lips too as the movie begins to play.

You can sense Javi's nerves, but his presence feels reassuring and comforting.

And he smells really good, like fresh mandarin, vetiver and a faint blend of coffee beans. Each inhale of his scent at this close proximity makes your mouth water.  

As the movie plays on, Javi's attempt to be cool is palpable, but his nerves are betraying him. You can't help but notice his subtle fidgeting against you and the way his breath catches every now and then.

With a playful smirk, you whisper teasingly, "nervous, Javi?"

Javi’s stutters, caught off guard by your observation. "Me? Nervous? No way," he replies, attempting to maintain his composure.

Javi tries to focus on the movie, but his mind keeps drifting back to the warmth of your presence beside him. As he steals a glance at you, he catches you smiling softly, lost in the magic of the film's audio descriptions as you listen intently.

“Is this okay?” He asks, and you nod. 

“Yes. It’s perfect.” You say, listening to the audio and the sounds of explosions and gunfire from the screen. 

A little while later into the movie and summoning his courage, Javi leans in a little closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "I hope you're enjoying the movie, mi sol," he whispers, his voice barely above a murmur.

“I am. I can hear that you are.” You say. “I can hear you smiling. I’d love to see it.”

“Shall I tell you what I look like?”

“Actually, I have a way of seeing what you look like.”

“How?”

“May I?” You ask, raising your hands and turning to him. 

Javi's heart skips a beat at your request, but he agrees, his own curiosity piqued. “Yes, of course.”

“Can you guide my hands to your face? I don't want to poke you in the eye,” you giggle. 

Chuckling, he takes them and places your palms onto his cheeks and they feel soft and prickly at the same time.

“You have facial hair,” you smile in wonderment.

“Yes. It is short, how I like it. Too much and I look like a crazy scientist.”

Your fingertips begin to trace the contours of Javi's face, delicately mapping the features you can't physically see. You feel the warmth of his skin, the curve of his cheekbones, and the soft, silken stubble of his jawline beneath your touch.

With each gentle caress, you paint a mental portrait of the man before you, capturing the essence of his presence in your mind's eye. And he's a sight to behold.

Javi holds his breath, feeling a rush of vulnerability and intimacy as you tenderly explore his face. He allows you to touch and feel without reservation.

He watches you as you concentrate and smile, your eyes pulled just over his shoulder as you explore.

As your fingers trace the contours of Javi’s face, you start to comment on what else you can feel. 

"You have a strong jawline," you observe softly. "And your cheeks... they feel warm, like you're smiling."

Javi’s breath catches in his throat at your words, a warmth spreading through him at your gentle touch. "That's because I am," he admits, the smile evident in his voice.

Your fingers continue their exploration, lingering on Javi’s features with a gentle curiosity. "And your nose... it's curved and proud," you remark, your touch light and reverent.

Javier chuckles softly, the sound tinged with affection. "Well, thank you for the compliment, but I have a big nose and a big head," he replies, his heart swelling with gratitude for your openness and acceptance.

You work your hands over his prominent eyebrows and into his hairline, feeling silken curls cascade down either side of his face as you weave them through your fingers like ribbons. 

“What colour is your hair?” You ask.

“Brown, like chocolate.”

“I imagined it to be brown. I like chocolate.” You smile, sweeping your fingers to the centre of his face and your tips skim over a fuzzy, well-groomed moustache and glide across his lips.

They feel plush and full. You feel him breathing against them, warm and a little moist. 

Then you feel him pucker and kiss them gently. He immediately apologises when you drop your hands into your lap.

“I am sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.” He flusters.

“It’s okay, Javi, really-”

“Are you sure? I-I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, I mean, I would've preferred it if you’d kissed my lips instead.” You say, smiling.

“You would?”

“Yes.” You nod. 

“Oh. Then, I can kiss you?”

“Yes.”

You feel him get closer, like a shadow encasing your face, and you feel his own hands cup your cheeks; his breath felt on your lips as he gently presses his mouth to yours. 

You moan into his mouth as he kisses you delicately, lips parting around him as he smooches gently, and you dare yourself to dip your tongue inside to fully taste him.

And it immediately makes him whimper, the sound traversing your spine and into your core - prickles bursting all over your scalp, tingling.

He strokes the skin under your eye with his thumb and you feel him shuffle closer. Your hands feel across the expanse of his shoulders that feel broad and thick, and sweep up his neck into the bundle of small curls at the back of his nape. 

Your body feels like it's fizzing; your mind perfectly silent as you lose yourself in the feel of his kiss.

His tongue gently swirls against yours and you can feel the fuzz of his facial hair tickle against your chin and lip.

His kiss dazzles you, leaving you breathless and wanting.  

“That was really nice,” you say, your breath still tangled in your throat as you part. 

“Really nice.” Javi agrees. “I should stop before I get carried away.”

“Me too.” You chuckle, but you pull him closer for another, lingering kiss, enamoured by the way he tastes and explores your mouth. 

“I would really like to see you again, another date, perhaps some dinner?” Javi asks, he peppers your cheeks with a slew of little kisses. 

“I’d really like that.”

“Perfect,” he smiles. “Oh, let’s rewind the film. We have missed the best part.”

He pulls you gently into his arms as you both settle in to enjoy the remainder of the film, Nicolas laying at both your feet snoozing gently. 

Javi is the perfect gentleman, driving you home after the film, and kissing you again on your doorstep, leaving you to go to bed that night with the biggest smile on your face, so much so that your jaw aches.

Your dates with Javi go well and increase in frequency.

You spend a lot of time with him, his warm hand secured in yours as you go wine tasting together, and he watches you sip at the different fruity wines and comment on which ones you like best. 

He cuddles up with you, watching more films together as you snuggle into his muscular arms and share more heated kisses. 

He takes you back to the coffee shop and buys you breakfast. He dotes on Nicolas and plays with him, whilst you listen to the sound of Nicolas grunting as Javi rubs his belly.

He’s the perfect fit for you with how gracious and attentive he is. He’s always asking questions too, learning eagerly about how you navigate the world; his curiosity welcomed and encouraged as he asks things that surprise you and make you smile at his thoughtfulness.

He finds it all genuinely fascinating and you don’t feel like you’re invisible when you're with him. 

Then comes the day when Javi asks you if you’d like to stay over after proposing to cook dinner for you, and you agree that you’d love to, despite the nerves surfacing.

It’s been a long time since you shared a bed with anyone, and even though the excitement of being in his arms floods through your veins, a little trepidation also surfaces. 

Javi arrives to pick you up at your homey little apartment in town, Nicolas is left with a friend for the evening off, and Javi carries your overnight bag into his convertible. 

He holds your hand and opens the passenger side door for you, letting you sit comfortably. 

You can't ignore the growing sensation blossoming between you both, Javi had been sudden, like the weather. A ray of warm sunshine falling into your lap, quite literally it seems.

With every shared laugh, every gentle touch, you feel that warmth spreading in your chest, igniting a spark that dances in the air whenever you’re together and it emanates and glows brighter each time.

It’s a feeling you can't quite put into words, a subtle yet undeniable connection that tugs at your heartstrings and leaves you breathless at his enigmatic and infectious energy. It’s as if something magical is unfolding between you, a budding romance that defies explanation, but feels undeniably real. 

In Javi's presence, you feel alive in a way you haven't before, as if you’re able to see the world through his eyes. His laughter is music to your ears, his touch sends shivers down your spine. He imbues you with a certain confidence you’ve never possessed before. 

He makes you bold, and daring, as you stand on the precipice of the cliff with him, his hand tightly wound around yours. 

“Are you ready, querida?” Javi asks, as you feel the setting Mallorcan sun streaming on your skin.

“Yes,” you laugh, giddily.

He explains that below the cliff there is the ocean water, and you’ll be safe and far enough away from the rocks. He’ll hold your hand tightly as you both jump. 

“Oh my God, we’re really going to do this!” You squeal as he tells you to step back a few paces with him.

His hands guide your waist as you step backwards and you feel it lingering there and burning, long after he lets go and takes your hand again.

“On three, we run forward together!” 

You can hear the wild excitement in his voice as your heart hammers in your chest, steeling yourself for the exhilarating plunge ahead.

The wind whips around you, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and the distant cry of seagulls on its breezy tendrils.

“Oh fuck!” You tremble with a manic laughter pouring out of you. 

“Ready? Uno. Dos-”

“Javi!” You giggle. feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Tres!” 

He runs with you, hand tight in yours, and yells at you to leap at the exact moment - and you do, feeling yourself fly through the air off the cliff edge as it disappears from under your feet. 

The rush of air engulfs you as you descend, sending you hurtling towards the water below. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still as you plummet through the air, heart pounding as you brace yourself for the eventual impact of diving into the water.

Then, with a splash, you break through the calm ocean; the shock of the cold momentarily taking your breath away. 

As you surface, laughter bubbles up from deep within you, mingling with the sound of gentle waves and Javi’s rambunctious laughter echoing off the rocky cliffs.

“Javi, dios mio! You do this for fun?!” You exclaim as you cough; salty water washing around your mouth. 

“Si, it is exhilarating, no?”

“Oh, can we do it again?” You nod excitedly. “Shit, that was amazing!”

“You crave more!” He chuckles loudly. "You crazy woman! I love it!"

You feel his arms around you in the water, drawing you near as his lips graze over yours. He kisses you as you wrap your legs around his waist to stay buoyant. 

“You’re crazy. ¡Estás completamente loco.” (You’re completely crazy) You say, smiling and still buzzing with him guiding you through the exhilarating adventure, and reminding you that with him by your side, you’re capable of doing anything at all.

“Crazy for you, mi sol.” Javi says, with wet, salty lips pressed against yours. 

Together, you swim to the shore; the adrenaline still making your body shake as you bask in the euphoria of your daring feat. 

After drying off back at the villa, you sit with him on the terrace and enjoy a gorgeous cooked meal of Bacalao a la Vizcaína, or Basque-style Cod.

You sniff your fork and take a tentative bite, savouring the rich flavours of the tender fish and tangy tomato sauce, closing your eyes, relishing the taste of the dish as it dances on your taste buds. 

"What do you think?" Javi asks, his voice filled with hope.

You nod enthusiastically. "It's delicious, Javi. The flavours are incredible!"

"I'm glad you like it," he replies, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

You sip on more delicious wine from the bottles he’d brought in abundance from your wine tasting date. As you talk and laugh and hold hands, eventually it gets later in the evening, and Javi suggests going up to bed together.

You can sense some hesitation in his voice though.

“Javi, take me to bed.” You say to him, stroking his face. 

“I am not expecting anything.” He says as he kisses your knuckles. 

“I am.” You say and he titters. “I want you.”

You kiss his cheek and his hands slip around your waist. 

“Te deseo más que nada,” (I want you more than anything) Javi says, his breath warm on your face. “Come, this way.”

He guides you up the stairs slowly, letting your hand touch the wall and your feet stepping carefully up. He lets you know when you’ve reached the top. 

You round a corner with him and he opens a door. It smells of him in there, his familiar cologne tickling your nose and beckoning you in as you enter. 

He walks you towards the bed and you sit on it, feeling it plush and springy under your weight. You feel it dip beside you as he sits.

“Are you nervous, Javi?” You question with a soft smile.

“A little. I-I want to please you.” He says. 

“I’ve no doubt you will.” You reach for his face, grazing your fingers against his silky cheek as he kisses you. 

“I must confess, it has been a little while,” he says carefully. 

“Me too.”

“Oh, that makes me feel a little better,” he chuckles. 

“Quítame la ropa, Javi." (Take my clothes off, Javi) You whisper to him.

You feel his fingers undo the buttons on your shirt and he slides it off over your shoulders, kissing over them gently. You can feel his hair brush against your skin making you shiver.

He lays you back and removes your jeans until you're in just your underwear. 

“Beautiful,” he says. 

“Let me take yours off.” 

He guides your hand to the buttons of his own shirt and you undo them, stopping to stroke at the smooth skin and leaning forward to kiss at his neck.

His hands weave inside your hair as you kiss down his throat and onto his chest. He lays back as you reach his slacks, hovering over the button. 

“Please, querida.” He whines as you unbutton it and slip them down his waist. 

“Javi, are you not wearing any underwear?” You giggle as you feel nothing but smooth, warm skin under your fingers as you move up and down his hips. 

He chuckles. “Sometimes I like to go without. It is very freeing.”

Laughing you run your hands into his thighs, feeling the soft, downy hairs there become more plentiful and a little coarse.

Soon your fingers reach his cock, hard and thick as you glide over the smooth curve of its swell resting up against his belly. You feel it pulse and twitch under your fingers.

You can feel the wetness at the head, slick and sticky, as you slide your thumb over it, and he hisses. 

“You feel big…” You say as you pump gently, listening to the sounds of his breaths catch in his throat. 

“It is average, I think.” He gasps. "Mmm, that feels so good."

“You feel amazing.”

You feel his hands unclip your bra and then caress your breasts, massaging gently as you whine at the feel of his pads trailing across your nipples.

His lips find their way into your neck as he kisses and gasps whilst you touch him. 

He lays you back and you feel him remove your panties, the silk of them sliding down your legs. 

“Mira tú, eres tan hermosa” (Look at you, you are so beautiful) Javi whispers. You gasp as you feel his breath warm your thighs. 

You reach for him, hands gliding over his shoulders and he runs his nose across your stomach. 

“Can I taste you, querida?”

“Yes, please…” You groan, feeling your body tingle in anticipation as his breath draws closer to your hot, pulsing centre.

“Javi!” You gasp, as you feel his tongue sink into your folds.

Warm and wet, you feel him explore and trail his tongue through your slick, groaning in delight as he breathes and hums at the taste of you.

“Deliciosa…” he sighs. (Delicious) 

You feel his tongue flick across your clit, back and forth as he works you up; your thighs twitching around his face as your fingers tussle inside his hair, surrendering yourself to the dreamy, floaty feeling that envelops you.

He sucks on your clit a little harder, and you feel his fingers sliding through your folds. You moan out when you feel them penetrate you, spreading you open around them as he slides them in and out.

“Mmm, Javi, you’re so good at that…” You whine as he laps at that sticky seam between your thighs, nose snuffling against your mound. 

“Feel good, mi sol?”

“So good.” 

You feel a warmth spreading through your body, like a gentle embrace from the sun you remember as a child.

It radiates from within, filling you with a sense of peace and serenity that washes over you like a swelling tide as he laps and kisses at your sopping cunt.

His tongue flicks over your clit again; your body jolts, the stream of pleasure flooding bright light through your limbs. 

“Por favor, no pares Javi, se siente tan bien…” (Please don’t stop, Javi, it feels so good.)

You feel his breaths increase around you as he licks and sucks harder, his fingers diving deep and stroking against that fleshy spot inside, bringing you to your knees as you cry out for him. 

Your body shakes, your spine arches off the bed as you come; his name falling from your mouth around incoherent expletives as he continues to stroke and lick you through it.

Feeling weightless, you’re floating on a cloud, carried away by the currents of the wind until you come back again, panting and breathless for more.

Javi crawls up your body, planting kisses as he goes, until he reaches your mouth. You groan when you can taste yourself on his lips; feel the wetness of his chin graze against yours. 

“You taste really good,” Javi whispers with a smile laced around his teeth. 

You giggle nuzzling into him as you feel his length brush against your thigh. 

Your hands trail down his body, feeling every inch of warmth from his smooth skin; infatuated at how he shudders as your fingers glide down his spine, and you fondle over his pert ass, listening as he grunts when you squeeze it.

You reach for his hard cock between you, feeling him twitch and throb inside your hand as you stroke him; eliciting strained groans from the back of his throat around his generous kisses. 

“Your cock feels so hard,” you smile as you run it up and down inside your grip, your fingers on your other hand cupping around the tight swell of his balls. 

“Mmm, so hard for you, mi sol. Fuck, that feels so good.”

“You like that?”

“Yes. Very much.” You can hear him grin.

You just listen to his pants as you pump him, how his voice is strangled in the back of his throat to the point he’s almost whimpering.

He sounds so good that you could just come again listening to him as you clench continuously.

Soon his hand stops you as you increase the tempo. 

“I am sorry, but if you keep doing this, I will come. And I don’t want to leave you unsatisfied just yet. It might change how you feel about me.” 

“Nothing could change how I feel about you, Javi. I really like you, a lot.”

“Good. I really like you a lot, too. And I am not a selfish lover.”

You guide him towards you, feeling him prod gently at your slick entrance as you both groan. He teases his head in your folds, running it up and down and feeling how you tigthen and squeeze, just barely over the thick crown of him.

“I want you inside me, Javi.” You breathe. 

“Si, I want you too, mi sol. I have thought of this moment.”

He sucks gently on your bottom lip as he pushes his hips forward and slides into you. 

You clasp onto him gasping, it feels incredible; him slowly opening you up as he pants into your face, telling you how beautiful you are in a mixture of English and Spanish pelts. 

“Oh shit… mi sol…” He whines as he works his hips, thrusting in and out slowly and you can hear how wet you are around him as it squelches with every movement. 

You wrap your hands around his neck, as he buries his face into yours. His hips thrusting a little faster as he builds you up. 

"You have such a gorgeous pussy for me," Javi whines into your shoulder. "Oh... wow. Feels so good."

"You feel amazing, don't stop," you groan.

He sucks your nipple into his mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer. 

His hips begin snapping harder into yours as he watches your breaths catch at the back of your throat with each shunt into you.

Holding onto your hands as he slides his cock in and out of you; his hips doing all the work as your fingers interlock in midair.

He leaves you suspended in a growing bliss that will neither drop you unexpectedly, or force you to confront your finish with a speedy resolution leaving you unsatisfied. Building you up slowly, listening to your moans and pants and feeling your body clench and buck around him when he hits the right spots.

He edges you with his cock, slowing down when he can feel you drawing near to that peak, and your face contorting in pleasure as he lets you skirt the edges of your orgasm, around and around on the precarious ledge.

Then, his hips will snap harder again pulling you to the edge of that cliff once more when it settles, and feeling you claw into his back gasping and whining for more as you start to shake around his cock. 

“Javi!” You groan, your skin damp with sweat and you feel his hand on your face, thumb stroking around your lips as you suck it into your mouth.

“Let me have it, mi sol.” He encourages with gritted teeth as he watches you combust. “Oh, you look and sound so good when you come for me. Yes, yes… more! Take more of my cock, it is yours. All yours, mi sol...”

You can’t help but just burst and quake beneath him as he fucks you harder. Calling his name, clawing at his shoulders. Writhing and bucking and arching.

You ride him to his own finish, his hands on your waist as you rest yours on his chest and work your hips. You feel his thick length bottom out inside you as you slide down him each time. Hear the way his breaths quicken, how his body tenses under your fingertips as you gyrate and grind. 

“Si, si…” He stutters as he tenses underneath you. “I am going to come. Where do you want it, mi sol?” 

“Inside,” you say as you lean over him as he cradles you. “Come inside me, Javi.” 

He crushes you to his chest as he thrusts upwards in a steady, hammering rhythm as he empties out with a loud grunt. 

“Oh shit!” Javi whines, his hips jerking as he fills you full, and you moan softly into his neck, sucking on the clammy skin there as he shakes. 

He holds you in his arms afterwards, pressed up tightly against his chest as he kisses over your head; the two of you silent save for your waning breaths. 

“That was incredible,” Javi whispers, nuzzling into your neck. “You are so beautiful. So perfect… I’ve never seen beauty like it before.”

“Javi, you’re a poet.” You grin, reaching up to touch his face.

“Ah, but you like it, yes?”

You nod, smiling and completely blissed out.

“Was it good for you?” He asks gently. 

“It was perfect,” you agree with a smile and running your hands through his silken, sweaty curls.  

“I am glad I bumped into you in the coffee shop, querida.” He says in your ear, tip of his nose brushing your conch. “It was the best day, even though I ruined a perfectly good shirt.” 

You chuckle as he pulls you closer in his arms. “Definitely the best day.” You agree. 

“I am a very lucky man.” 

“Yes, you are,” you smirk, and he chuckles, kissing and nuzzling into you. 

“I want to do so much more with you, mi sol. More dates. More of this. I really, really like you.”

“I really, really like you, too.” You twist to kiss him and feel him smile against your lips. "I feel like... I feel like I've seen the sun rise again, with you." You whisper, feeling like you've never experienced a true happiness like this before. "Thank you, Javi."

It does indeed feel like the last ever sunset you saw. Beautiful and lasting forever inside you. It's rays permeating through your bones with every touch, every kiss. Every singular word of affection given.

"Really? Oh, wow!" He gushes as he squeezes you tight. You hear him sniff and you reach up to his face feeling a wetness under his eye.

He kisses your fingertips gently. "You are my sunshine. Mi sol... You are everything."

You wrap yourself around him as he pulls up the sheets over you both.

“Sleep, querida. In the morning I shall make you a delicious breakfast.”

“Sounds amazing. Or you could just have me for breakfast instead.” You suggest with a grin.

“Oh, mi sol. I plan to.” Javi smiles. "And for lunch and dinner..."

I really hope you enjoyed reading this story with Javi, and welcome your comments/thoughts. I'd appreciate a re-blog if you liked it so others can find it on their dash to read and enjoy too - thank you very much! 🖤

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Nine: Lady Maribel’s Wedding

pairing: victorian au!javi gutierrez x f!oc (Florence Bell)

rating: E (18+ ONLY, love triangle angst, javi being bad for once, noncon-exhibitionism, unprotected piv, florence being a young fool in love)

wc: 3.7k

an: y’all aren’t ready for the dramaaaaaa in this one. don’t kill me pls i had to give javi a flaw 😭

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Two months had passed since the night of Benjamin and Maribel’s engagement dinner, the bleak January rain and frost turning into a soft March drizzle, the flowers blooming in the countryside as Florence and Javi’s carriage trotted along the dirt road.

Javier sat in front of her, his eyes focused on his sketchbook as he busied himself with a portrait for the bride and bridegroom. Florence watched him rather closely, intent on taking him in while she was free of the distractions she knew waited for her at home.

To say things had gone back to their previous state would’ve been a lie. Javi struggled with loving his bride-to-be, or more accurately, with trusting her. It broke her to see him fight such a war internally, all because she chose to follow her body’s urges and allow herself to give in to her heart’s deepest desire.

She wished she could say she’d forgotten about Frankie, that she didn’t still yearn for him, but it wasn’t true. In fact, not a day passed without his image crossing her mind. She wondered how he was faring, how all of this weighed on his soul. At least she had a partner to bear it with, a person to love her in the spaces in between. Frankie was all alone, with nothing and no one to confide in besides his journal and the garden he tended to. She longed to apologize to him, to ask his forgiveness for treating him as nothing more than an affair when he couldn’t have been further from it. But she knew him far too well to think that he would accept that apology as anything more than an insult to their love. Besides, Javi had laid his terms out clearly and plainly—she wasn’t to see or speak to Frankie, unless of course she was choosing him.

She wasn’t sure she was ready for such a commitment. To lose Javi would not only mean losing a fiancé, it would mean losing her dearest friend and closest confidant. She couldn’t bear such a thought.

“How is it coming, my love?” Florence asked, pulling Javi’s eyes away from his work. He gave her that bright, boyish smile that soothed every ache in her chest and moved to sit beside her, showing her the half-completed sketch. “Oh, it’s lovely, Javi! Mari is going to adore it.”

“Thank you,” he replied, blushing as he tucked the sketchbook away. He grabbed both of her gloved hands and ran his fingers over her knuckles, his eyes locked on hers and lips parted to speak. “I…wanted to ask how you’re feeling…being back here.”

Florence sucked in a sharp breath and dropped her eyes to her lap where their hands remained clasped together. “I’m feeling…okay.”

“That wasn’t very believable,” he chuckled. “Please, I want your honesty.”

“Well,” she began with a sigh. “Honestly…I’m nervous. Very nervous. Not only because of…” She couldn’t manage the courage to say Frankie’s name but Javi understood her regardless. “But also to see my mother after everything. I worry she’s going to fawn over you every second, and I hate that. You’re not some prize for her to parade about to all her friends at court. You’re going to be my husband—you’re my prize.”

“Mi amor—” He grinned, reaching to tuck one of her chocolate ringlets behind her ear. “I assure you, I will be glued to your side the entirety of the week. Your mother will have to pry me from you to parade me about.”

Florence chuckled and nodded, attempting to calm her worries.

“And then,” he continued. “We will be off to Majorca to be wed. Then we’ll spend the next year traveling the world together, just me and you.”

“The whole world?” she chuckled, her finger tracing the curve of his bottom lip. Javi grabbed the hand that was lifted to his face and pressed a kiss onto her wrist.

“Anywhere you want to go, Florecita,” he hummed, his eyes batting shut as he breathed in her perfume. “I want to see everything in the world with you, my muse. I want to do everything in the world with you.”

“Let’s go to Paris after we’re married,” she grinned, now filled with excitement from the romantic scenes her lover had painted for her. “I want to see where you lived, what you did, what inspired you.”

“The countryside only,” he said, his face turning grave. “That’s the only part I want to revisit. Everything else—I don’t want it near you.”

“Can’t I decide that for myself?” Florence asked, her brows lacing together, that sickly sweet excitement simmering into something closer to irritation. “You got the chance to decide for yourself what you got to see and do. Why can’t I?”

“Because you’re my bride and I want better for you—“

“Because I’m your bride?” she scoffed and pulled her hand from his. “I am supposed to be your lover. Your confidant. Your equal.”

“You are—“

“No,” she shook her head and gestured at him. “We’re not even wed yet and you’re determining what parts of the world you’ll allow me to see!”

“There’s nothing for you in those parts of the world, Florecita. All I am trying to do is keep you safe—“

“Javi, you got to live a full life simply because you have a cock,” she said, turning to him with a stern, unimpressed look. “I want a full life. I want a full life beside you. But I do not want a life sheltered from the storms you decide I cannot weather. Do you understand me on this?”

“I do,” he sighed, reaching for your chin. “I love when you’re stern with me.”

“Do you?” she smirked.

“I love when you’re anyway with me,” he smiled. “But there’s something about you telling me off that sparks something inside me.”

“That’s good to know,” she grinned and kissed him.

“Frankie!” Leo called, running across the slowly thawing garden with a wide grin on his face. “Frankie, Florence is on her way!”

Frankie sighed to himself as he raked up all the soggy dead leaves from the winter season.

“Yes, I know,” he replied, dejected.

“You aren’t happy?” the child asked, tilting his head at his friend.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, Leo,” he said, pausing his work to look at the boy. “Of course I’m happy, but—”

“Lord Javier,” he interjected, earning a nod. “I do not mind Javier. Of course, I’d prefer it if you were marrying Flo, but my mother has told me that’s not possible. Why isn’t it possible?”

“I’m just not as wealthy as they’d like,” he replied, shrugging. “And truth be told, I do not mind Javier either. He seems to be a good man.”

“But he’s not you.”

“Perhaps that’s a good thing.” Picking up his work again, he moved further down the shrub he was manicuring and began taking a new pile. “The last time they were here together they seemed happy. She seemed…happy.”

His mind flipped back to the night in his cabin, the night she’d given herself back to him while her intended was back in London. He hadn’t gotten the image of her asleep in his arms out of his mind since then—a cruel, but welcome torment.

“I overheard my father talking about your departure,” Leo started again, watching as Frankie raked the leaves.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“How long will you be gone? And why does it have to be so far away?”

Frankie sighed again, trying to tame his frustration over the subject as he looked to the little boy.

“I will be gone as long as I’m told,” he said. “And the further away I am, the less chance your sister will have of seeing me.”

“Why can’t the two of you be allowed to see each other? Surely she’s allowed to have a friend, even in marriage.”

Frankie chuckled and shook his head.

“There is no universe, no reality that exists in which your sister and I can ever be friends. Your parents know this well.”

Leo frowned and looked down at the grass. “My parents must not see the bond between the two of you. I don’t know how they could be so cruel.”

“They’re not,” Frankie assured, reaching to pat Leo on the shoulder. “They’re only looking out for Florence’s best interest. I do not fault them for that.”

“Leo!” Lady Elizabeth called from the house. “Come inside for your bath!”

“Yes, mum!” he called back before turning to Frankie. “For what it’s worth, you will always be family to me, Mr. Frankie.”

Frankie couldn’t help but smile at that, watching the young boy as he ran off to his mother who was shooting daggers towards her gardener. Frankie looked away quickly, knowing his delicate position in this family well.

He wouldn’t have said yes to Lord Thomas’s proposition for him to move to America if Florence was still here, ready to run away with him and start a new life, away from all of this high society nonsense. But she wasn’t. She was still promised to someone else, and last he overheard, a date had been officially set. So, with nothing left to lose, he agreed to the terms. He’d leave England and Florence and move to New York to have a new life, one better than most who come from a similar background. He’d have his own home, his own land, and a job working for Florence’s uncle, James.

He had to remind himself every hour that this was a good deal, but he couldn’t help but still feel like he lost.

“Mari!” Florence chirped as she stepped out of the carriage with Javi’s hand steadying her, the sight of her soon-to-be sister in law distracting her from the looming thought of Frankie just a few miles away.

“Flo,” Maribel hummed as she hugged Florence close. “How was the ride?”

“It was lovely,” she replied, turning to look at Javi as he stood beside her. “I had good company.”

“She had great company,” he corrected with a smirk and a teasing bump of his shoulder against hers.

“Where’s Benjamin?” Florence asked.

“He’s at your family’s home,” she replied. “They should be arriving anytime. Your entire staff is already here working on the dinner.”

“The entire staff?” Florence asks, anxiety thick in her voice at the thought of coming face to face with Frankie after everything.

“I think so.”

Florence doesn’t fail to notice the way Javi’s smile is wiped away when she looks at him, his eyes locked on his shoes, his jaw clenched.

“Well,” Florence exhales and forces a smile on her face as she looks back to Maribel. “Shall we head inside?”

“Yes, you both must be so tired after riding all afternoon. Let me show you to your rooms—“ She smiled as she led the two of them up the steps to the palace, turning back to give them a smirk. “Tio insisted on separate bedrooms, primo.”

“Por supuesto,” Javi sighed, heavily ladened with the thought of interacting with his father again. Florence sensed the worry and slid her hand into his, only for him to pull his hand away and tuck it into his pocket.

Florence could feel her concern growing into irritation at the way he closed himself off from her, especially when she had yet to do anything wrong. All it took was the potential of her even thinking of Frankie for him to give her the cold shoulder. She wondered if it would be like this forever, Javi’s insecurity leaving her unable to have even the simple luxury of her own thoughts.

She hoped not.

“Aren’t you coming?” Anna asked Frankie as he stood at the carriage, helping the family as they headed out for the evening ceremony and reception.

“No,” he said simply. “I was told to remain here to look over the estate.”

“Nonsense,” Anna said, an appalled look on her face as she looked to her mother and father. “Allow Frankie to come.”

“No,” Lady Elizabeth replied, shocked at her daughter’s order.

“Well, I am not going, then,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Anna, get in the carriage,” Lord Thomas ordered, his voice demanding obedience in a way that his wife’s couldn’t. Anna sighed, knowing she had no choice but to follow the order. She turned to Frankie and frowned.

“I will bring you back some dessert,” she promised, delighting at the faint smile that grew on his face. “Perhaps they’ll have lemon tarts. I know they’re your favorite.”

“How did you know that?” he asked, but Lady Elizabeth’s bark for her daughter to get in the carriage left the question unanswered. With another smile, the seventeen year old climbed inside the carriage, Frankie closing the door behind her.

He watched as the family rode off, leaving him alone on the property for the first time in his life. There were no servants to keep him company, no tasks to complete. He was ordered into solitude, and he couldn’t have hated it more.

The ceremony was a lovely, candlelit scene. It was clear that Benjamin and Maribel were as in love as it got, but the row between Javi and Florence dampened the romance of it all for the couple who hadn’t spoken since they arrived.

Once the ceremony had concluded, Javi turned to Florence, admiring the way she sparkled in her gown and makeup, and felt unable to continue this silent treatment he’d been giving her since he saw her eyes light up with hope over the thought of Frankie being here, even when he knew fully well that the Bell men had purposely arranged for Frankie to remain at the estate.

“To the garden, then?” Florence asked in an exhale, her eyes meeting his for the first time all afternoon. He smiled and shook his head, the desire to get her all alone and claim her as his for the first time outweighing the desire to stay at the party. “No?”

“No,” he smirked as he combed a stray ringlet out of her face. “Do you trust me, Florecita?”

She tilted her head at him and let out a chuckle. “What are you planning? An apology?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching to hold her hands. “I was jealous. And insecure. But, I know you love me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me again. I know that.”

“Good, because it’s the truth.” She lifted her hand to rest on his cheek, loving the way he leaned into it.

“I‘ve been thinking about the fact that you and I have yet to…give ourselves completely to one another,” he said, nerves causing his voice to waver. “I wanted to wait—to do it right, but…I can’t wait any longer. I want you, my love. I want you right now.”

“There’s too many people here,” she blushed.

“I know a place where we can be alone,” he smirked.

“My family home?” she asked, giggling at the mischief of it all. “Are you sure we won’t be caught?”

Javi knew he was crossing a moral line by lying to her and assuring her that no one was there to find them, knowing fully well that Frankie would be on the grounds, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted Frankie to walk in. He wanted him to see that she was no longer his. He wanted to claim her in front of the only person that mattered.

“No,” he said. “There’s no one there.”

Florence bit her lip, thrilled by the plan, and nodded. “Then let’s hurry.”

The estate was quiet as Frankie sat in the greenhouse tinkering with a broken rake that was in desperate need of fixing. It wasn’t until he heard the crunch of wheels on gravel that he lifted his head up from his work, his brows furrowed in confusion. Lord Thomas made it clear that the family would be staying over at the Gutierrez palace tonight, so who could possibly be arriving?

Setting his tools down, he wiped his hands on a spare cloth before walking through the dark garden to the front of the home to get a glimpse of the carriage, noticing that it wasn’t one that belonged to the family as far as he could recall. His eyes caught a glimpse of candlelight in the window as the mysterious guest ascended the staircase to the second story, causing his heart to race as he sought out a weapon he could use to defend himself if someone was attempting a burglary. Running into his tool shed, he found an ax that he desperately hoped would only have to serve as a means for intimidation and carried it with him as he entered through the back door.

Florence and Javi were all giggles and hands as they clumsily made their way to her bedroom, Javi nearly dropping the candlestick he was carrying a few times when Florence got too handsy.

“My love,” she hummed as they stood in the middle of her childhood room, grabbing the candlestick from his hands and setting it on her nightstand before returning her hands to his face. “I want you so badly.”

“You can have me, Florecita,” he whispered, pulling her into his body to kiss her harder than he’d ever kissed her before. She moaned into his mouth at the promise and reached to unbutton his vest and dress shirt while he skillfully undid her corset without ever breaking the kiss. Florence grinned as she moved away from him to let her dress and skirts fall to the floor, leaving her in only her undergarments. Javi nearly broke at the sight, his pants tenting with the evidence of her arousal as he watched her step out of her thin slip, exposing herself to him completely now.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, reaching a hand up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking over the stiffened peak before he was hurrying to take his pants off. “I promise, mi amor, I will eat you like you’re my last meal after we’re done, but I need you now.”

“I need you too,” she replied as she watched his pants drop to unveil his cock to her for the first time ever. “You’re so big,” she hummed.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her obey. When she positioned herself on all fours for him, he smirked. “That’s how you want it, mi vida?”

“Mmhm,” she nodded, looking back at him with a smile that made him feel weak in the knees and dizzy in the head. Javi could barely contain his excitement as he lined himself up behind her, pumping his cock as he swiped it up and down her wetness until she was begging for him. “Javi, please.”

“Louder,” he ordered, hoping that if his plan was succeeding, there would already be someone right outside the door.

“Javi, please! I need you,” she was whining now, desperate for a taste of the forbidden fruit she adored so much.

“Tell me you love me,” he said, clenching his jaw. “Tell me I’m the only one.”

“You’re the only one. I love you more than anything,” she cried, wiggling her ass at him. Javi smiled and bit his lip as he pressed inside of her slick heat, the couple moaning in unison at the tight fit. “You feel so good!”

A loud clank in the doorway made Florence gasp and freeze, the sight of Frankie standing there watching them, listening to the words only Javi was meant to hear making her heart break. Frankie held a tear in his eye as he looked at her only once before turning and rushing down the hall.

Javi was surprised to feel Florence pushing him off of her before scrambling to find her slip dress and shoes to chase after Frankie rather than stay here with him.

“Florence—“

“No!” she shouted, pointing a finger at him. “You knew. You knew he’d be here, you knew he’d come looking. You knew.”

“I just wanted to—“

“To what? To claim me? Javi,” she sighed and shook her head. “I may love you but I do not like you at all sometimes.”

“Florecita—“ His heart was breaking all because of his own jealousy and he hated himself for it. “Please…don’t chase him. Don’t…choose him.”

Florence stood there, looking more confused than she’d ever been before as she battled a war of her heart and mind. She desperately wanted to chase after Frankie, to hold him, to apologize to him, to…run away with him. But would he even let her? Could he even look at her?

“It is going to take a very long time for me to forgive you for this, you do know that?” she asked, seemingly deciding against chasing after her former lover. Javier nodded. “You ruined our first night together over jealousy. Every time we’re together like this, I am going to think of this moment. Of how you betrayed me and exposed me. Do you know that?”

“I’m so…so sorry,” he said, climbing out of bed to kneel at her feet. “I told you I wasn’t always good. Not the good that you see in me, at least. This was just another thing that I regret, achingly. I beg you for your forgiveness, but I know it will take much more than a few pitiful words to earn it. Please…let me earn it.”

Florence stared down at the man she considered a best friend, seeing the truth of his regret in his eyes. Though she still felt sick with fury and resentment, she found herself nodding, unable to stop herself from loving him like her mind told her she should.

“But we will not be getting married next month,” she said simply. “I need time to forgive you before I commit my life to you.”

“Yes, my love. Anything you ask,” he said.

“And we will go to Paris. We will visit every place you’ve been, we will meet every friend you have. And then, perhaps I’ll get to meet the real you. The hidden you I’ve met tonight.”

Javier seemed to panic at the thought of his worlds colliding, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to marry a man she didn’t know completely and entirely.

“Okay,” he finally managed.

“Okay.” And however messy and complicated, they decided to carry on, with neither of them changing a single bit.

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[xmissrogersx]

Hi everyone!

My name is Priscila, and i’m new in tumblr! I just wanna thank you for the love u give to my stories! You are amazing girls!🩷

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[popcornforone]

The Cliffs

Chapter 1 of Is that all Mr Gutierrez? Serise

Master list

Well well here we go. Time for some Javi G.

Thank you all for voting in my Poll. I’m very happy but also a little shocked the Javi Gutierrez actually won, but I’m not complaining. Ooooh no. Because I have a huge master plan for Javi G. This is going to be very very fun, to write & properly character develop the people involved.

Chapter 1 synopsis: your diary hold all your secrets, including who you are crushing on. & yet you want your teenage dream with J to come true, maybe it did tonight at the cliffs?

This chapter is in a diary format for a young reader who will age & be the lead. I think there might be one more of these in the series, but this will not be regular. It will revert to you & Javi.

Word count: 800

Warning: underaged drinking, kissing, flirting, pining, mention of things to come & dreams & wants, slight anger, secrets. The reader is under age for drinking & sex & Javi G is for drinking. Probably best not to read if your under 18 as I know where I’m going to go with this series.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome.

See you soon for chapter 2

Dear diary

I kissed him today

Yes I did

It finally happened

For the last 2 years I’ve wanted to kiss him & today in a game of truth or dare, I did just that, my dream came true

I’m pretty sure J was expecting me to do something else but I didn’t

I can’t believe I actually just had my first kiss…

We were sitting on the side of the cliffs watching the sun set eating burgers like we do every Friday evening while my parents & his have dinner & do business at our hotel

We met over 2 years ago on these exact cliffs when he was running away from his bullying older cousin & I was here with my dad fishing

He looked scared but we helped him get home

He’s 2 years older than me

But he’s still really sweet

He’s not like any of the other boys in my class at school

We just get on

& now our parents work together we just get to hang out a lot more

I’ve only told you diary & my own pen friend back home in England that I have a crush on him

I like it when he holds my hand

I want to know if he fancies me too

So we went to the cliffs

& ate our burgers & watched the sun set & talked about school

I’ve got my exams in the summer he’s got his last few to before he goes to university on the main land, his dads orders, he needs to know business to be able to take over the family business one day, im surprised he doesn’t need farming, with the number of olive trees & other crops they grow.

But we were talking about that & then he asked if I wanted to play truth or dare

Usually the final dare is us both chickening out of leaping over the cliffs, it’s such a long way down

But there we sat drinking the carton of sangria we sneaked out of my parents kitchen getting giggly & stupid & tipsy

My parents don’t mind me drinking they know I can cope

J then after few rounds dared me to do the thing I was most scared of

I’m sure he thought I would try & jump off the cliffs finally

But I didn’t

Maybe it was the sangria

But I kissed him quick

Our lips probably only touched for 5 seconds but it was what I wanted to do

It’s all I’ve wanted to do from the age of 13

Kiss Javi Gutierrez

He laughed when we finished & said I needed practice

I did say we could try again & he laughed

He told me I was sweet & pretty

But should think about if this is what I want

He then did kiss my cheek back

It was so soft

He held my hand & we talked

& then we did both just run & jump off the cliffs

Such a drop

So huge

But it was fun

I felt like I was being reborn swimming in the water

Splashing J

Laughing

Watching the sun disappear

We got in trouble though

We got back to my parents hotel

After my curfew

Both soaked

Both a little drunk

Javis dad was not happy

My parents weren’t either to start with but they laughed later when I told them what happened, they have always been very understanding

My mum thought it was cute but both mum & dad told me to be careful around boys now I’m getting older

I’m now sitting in my bed writing to you diary

No one else needs to know about how special tonight truly was

When Javi returns from university in 3 years I will probably be at my own university

But I hope he still looks as sweet as he did today

I want to ask him for a proper kiss

Like they do in the movies

Like married people do

I want to have a conversation which will lead to us talking all night & maybe just maybe more…

Ooh diary do all 15 year olds feel like this after their first kiss?

Will all my kisses be that short & quick?

I hope not

I hope to have so so many more

& I hope most of them are with J

He puts on this brave face for the rest of the world knowing one day he will take over the family business

But to me he will always be just 14 year old J who I met 2 & a bit years ago

With those big brown eyes & hair he can’t control & the sweetest smile

Diary can you fall in love with someone after a first kiss? Because I think I have!!!

Chapter 2

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[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 12 - Javi G.

Experiments

Pairing: Javi G. x afab!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, anal sex, anal fingering, drug use (THC edible), < idk how that actually works but I tried by best lmfao, nicknames (baby, carino, hermosa), paddington 2 honorable mention, stuff im forgetting

Summary: You and Javi get a chance to try out some new stuff

A/N: Don't know if I really like this one tbh. I found it kinda hard to write for Javi G. and it was rly late and I was tired and I'm making excuses, but, like. yeah. Hope y'all like it anyway! Tmw's prompt is snuggling, and I don't know what pboy I'll be writing for that one yet, so feel free to leave a suggestion!

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“Babe,” you drag out through a laugh. “Quit smiling!”

Javi attempts to obey your request, but only ends up smiling wider, a laugh of his own bubbling up in his throat.

The two of you are sitting on the bed naked, you on his thighs, placing an edible on his stuck-out tongue. You’ve already popped a tab in your mouth, now just waiting for it to dissolve. 

Paddington 2 is playing on low volume on the TV in the corner, but neither of you are paying much attention to it. 

You giggle as you finally get the tab to stick to Javi’s tongue, and he closes his mouth before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your lips. You sigh into him, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

Javi looks you warmly in the eyes and runs a hand through your hair when you pull away. 

“You ready, hermosa?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you grin back. 

The two of you have had this conversation a few times before, but today just seems like the perfect day to go through with it. Neither of you have plans tomorrow, so you have all night to act out your deepest fantasies. Might as well do it with some THC. 

You lift yourself off of his lap and position yourself so that you're on your elbows and knees in front of him. 

“Fuckkk, baby,” Javi drags the words out. “So fucking sexy. Let me see your pretty holes,” he instructs you as he leans over to get the bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer. 

You follow his request, quickly reaching behind you to spread your cheeks, revealing both your virgin asshole and your glistening pussy lips. 

“Damn it,” he groans from behind you, positioning himself on his knees. “Perfect fucking ass, baby.” 

You squirm and have to hold in a whine at his praise, your mind already going a bit hazy as the drugs start to kick in. There’s a studden snap from behind you, making you flinch. 

“No, ‘s okay, carino. Just gonna get you ready for me.”

You nod into the sheets and close your eyes, jolting when a cold substance starts to drip down your crack. 

“Feels so weird,” you say, words tumbling out without your permission. Javi chuckles as he snaps the lube back up and sets it down. 

“I know, baby. Just relax for me.” 

Suddenly, Javi has a finger at your hole, gently spreading lubrication around the tight ring of muscle. He applies a bit of pressure, and the tip of his finger slips in with ease. There’s barely anything there yet, but you can already see the appeal. 

“‘S good,” you slur into the sheets, your eyes still closed. 

“That’s good, baby, jus’ tell me if it’s too much.” 

Even Javi’s words are starting to sound a bit muffled, though that’s partly because he’s starting to feel the effects of the drug as well. He slides the rest of his finger in and starts to pump it in and out. 

You moan as he curls the digit slightly and it hits a heavenly spot within you, your brows scrunching as your jaw goes slack. You buck back into him, already craving more.

“Gonna put another one in, okay?” Javi asks, leaning over slightly to get closer to you. 

“Mkay,” you say, moving your hands so that you can grip the bed sheets. Javi Immediately takes over holding you open by gripping onto one cheek. 

“There’s a good girl, doing so good for me, hermosa,” he assures you as he slips another finger in. 

Soon enough, he’s able to keep three fingers inside of you comfortably. You’re a whining, moaning mess beneath him, but he’s almost just as bad with the noises he’s making. 

Without warning, he moves the hand holding your asscheek down and between your legs, quickly finding your neglected clit and making you gasp. He rubs fast circles, causing you to keen and buck your hips. 

Your brain feels like complete mush between the THC and the euphoria Javi’s producing. Every swipe of his fingers in your ass makes you groan and push back into him, so with the combination of your clit being touched, your orgasm is quick to approach. 

Before you can warn him, a wave of pleasure is wracking your body as your cunt convulses around nothing. Javi picks up speed as he fingers your ass, muttering praises as you ride out your orgasm. You think you might be drooling a bit, but you don’t care enough to check. 

“Alright, ‘m gonna fuck this little ass now,” Javi says as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you gaping slightly. You nod at him, making a non-committal but somehow affirmative sound. 

He doesn’t waste another moment before lubing up his throbbing cock, tugging on himself a few times to warm it up for you. 

He notches himself at your entrance, groaning as he slips his tip in. 

“So good, baby, so fucking tight.” 

“More,” you whine, reaching one hand behind you to attempt to grasp him. He laughs lightly at you, prompting you to giggle as well, only for you to be cut off with a moan as he feeds more of his cock into your ass. 

You cry out when you feel his pelvis touching your ass, and he leans over you to let out a loud groan. He’s already sitting at that spot that makes you squirm, so there’s immediately a dull excitement low in your abdomen as you wait for him to move. 

And he does, not a few seconds later. He’s slow as he pulls his hips away from you, dragging his cock along your walls, and then he slams back in, almost knocking the wind out of you. He keeps up a brutal pace, grunting and moaning as he grips your hips tightly. 

You fold your arms under your head, trying to control the sounds you’re making with no success. 

“‘S so g-good, Javi,” you say through a whine. 

“I-I know, baby,” he says, sounding just as wrecked. “‘M already so fucking close. T-Tight little asshole feels so good.”

You move one hand down and start to rub at your clit, determined to come at the same time as him. 

“Fill me up, baby,” you slur out. Javi whines in response, his pace picking up which makes you sink your front end deeper into the sheets. Your entire body feels heavy, and you’re grateful Javi is holding you by your hips so you don’t fall completely. 

You feel a coil low in your belly, tightening and getting ready to snap. Every nerve feels raw, and your body feels like it’s getting warmer with every thrust from Javi and each pass of your fingers. 

“C-Come with me now, hermosa” Javi spits out, his cock already twitching in your ass. The soft movement sets you off, and you begin to come again. Your ass tightens slightly around Javi, which triggers his orgasm, and he comes with a shout, filling you with hot ropes of his cum. 

You gasp for air as you ride out your orgasms together, your movements going slower but sloppier at the same time. As soon as you’re both finished, you collapse, Javi coming down with you. 

He slips out of you, which makes you whine. You can already feel his release dribbling out of your used hole and down to your untouched pussy. He finds a spot next to you on his stomach, his face next to yours. 

Panting for breath, you stare each other in the eye, and then you start to giggle. What for, you have no idea, but you’re both cackling messes before long. 

You scootch toward him slightly, ignoring the dull pain coming from your lower body. Your vision is slightly blurry, but you’re close enough to find his lips. You make out like a couple of teenagers for what seems like hours, but is actually only a few minutes. 

After your lips start to feel numb, you separate, and you somehow have enough of a conscious mind to turn around and look at the clock. The numbers are too blurred for you to make them out, but you’re pretty sure you can make out a 3:02 if you squint hard enough. 

When you turn around to make Javi get up and check for you, he’s already snoring. You smile and put your head back down, dozing off within less than a minute.

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[lionlena]

4. Too hot (JaviGxreader) - one-shot

The fourth one shot of one shots week.

Summary: It's hot... too hot, and your loved one has chosen the worst weekend to spend away from an air-conditioned villa. He'll have to help you get through this.

Warnings: none, just fluff

You loved Javi. You really loved him. But sometimes you hated him. Or rather, his obsession with Nicolas Cage movies… and his obsession with movies in general.

This obsession has led you to your current situation. It was blisteringly hot all over Spain, and instead of sitting in an air-conditioned villa or in a swimming pool, You were standing on some goddamn hill and dying.

But why?

Because Javi decided to spend the weekend showing you where some movie was shot. At this point, you really didn't care what movie it was.

You watched with blurred eyes as Javi waved his hands in excitedly.

"And right there. Standing right there, he said..." He stopped suddenly and looked at you carefully. "Mi amor, are you listening to me?"

"NO!" You groaned in tears and just sat down on the ground.

You've had enough of everything. You were already so tired and you just discovered that you ran out of water. Javi immediately knelt down beside you and gently cupped your face in his hands.

"You seem so hot."

"Because it's hot," you gasped and pushed his hands away.

You didn't want to act like a spoiled child, but you were really tired. Javi looked at you sadly. And oh my god… Those eyes tore your heart apart. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I love your passion for movies but... I really don't feel well and your hands are too warm."

Javi nodded. "No, I'm sorry, Princessa. I should take better care of you. Let me fix it."

He got up and held out his hand to help you up. You thought you'd pass out on the way to the car, but with Javi's help, you made it. Javi turned the car's air conditioning on full blast and took you to the little house you'd been renting for the weekend. Of course no air conditioning.

Once inside, Javi immediately led you to the couch and said, "Sit down and relax. I'll take care of everything."

He covered all the windows, turned on the fan, and brought you cold juice with ice cubes. You sighed in relief and stretched out on the couch. You closed your eyes and felt Javi lay down next to you and you winced. You pulled away from him a bit and groaned.

"What's the matter, honey?" He asked.

"Your body is too hot," you murmured.

He winked at you and said, "Normally you don't mind."

"Normally I'm not one step away from heatstroke."

Javi sighed heavily and kissed you. "I have an idea," he said. "Wait here a minute."

"I'm not going to move," you replied.

Your boyfriend ran somewhere. You thought about it for a moment but finally closed your eyes.

A few minutes later, Javi came back to you. He was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and his cute curls were wet. You felt that his skin was cool as he hugged you.

"Javi," you murmured. "Did you take an ice-cold shower?"

He chuckled lightly and pecked you on the cheek. "Do you like it?"

"Very much" you purred.

You hugged him tightly and ran one hand through his hair.

"Now finish what you said on the hill. Tell me about that scene."

You immediately noticed how his eyes lit up with excitement. You really loved him… Even if he nearly made you die of heatstroke.

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