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Indiscreet - 05. In the Mood for Love Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: This is it. The Big Moment. Chapter warning: NSFW, NC-17, mature, no minors allowed. Discussion of safety, oral (both you and Javi), PIV, dirty talk, daddy kink (not the DDLG kind), age gap (mid 20s and mid 40s). Word count: 9.8k

Playlist: Dress - Taylor Swift So It Goes

Author's note: I had this in the queue two years ago, then life got in the way and I abandoned it. I've decided to return because I feel I have a responsibility to finish what I started, so here it is, the very long awaited smut chapter!

I've also decided to tweak the previous chapters a lot because I've changed as a person in these two years, so it's better to reread those first, as a refresher too. When I first started writing this, it was going to be about a pandemic/quarantine romance - it was initially inspired by The Bubble's premise anyway. But... that's old news now, and I don't feel like going back to that space of mind. You fall in love under different circumstances now.

Enjoy and apologies for my absence. I promise to be here more often!

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Day 9

The wrap party is held at the villa where you’d been filming for the past week. All of the cast and crew members are present except for one glaring absence – Dieter Bravo. He’d left the set faster than Óscar could even announce it’s a wrap. In full costume, no less.

Javi has to do something about that. Dieter’s a brilliant actor, that’s undeniable, but his public image hasn’t been positive lately. Hunger Strike helped him sweep the awards season, and if Dieter could be a little more professional, Javi wouldn’t mind pushing the campaign for his work in this too. He’s lucky he physically resembles Javi a little… As long as Javi keeps writing self-insert characters into his scripts, Dieter will always have a job waiting.

The dinner part of the party is over – people are scattered around the garden mingling and draining the last bottles of champagne and making plans for the few days off until work resumes in London.

“Óscar,” you sit down between him and Javi. They have settled on the chairs they dragged to the corner to overlook the sea while they drink and smoke. “I’m gonna go with those guys. They’ll drive me back.”

Your head nudges towards the group laughing boisterously on the steps of the villa. Some are crew, some are your co-stars that you’ve been working with since the start of the production, and some are new local actors hired just for the duration of the shoot here. They’ve made such a tight knit group you’re surprised that they even asked you to come along at all.

“Taking the party elsewhere?” Óscar asks.

“Yeah… we’re going to Saint-Tropez.”

“We could go with you. If you want.” Javi carefully masks his hopeful tone.

“We’re gonna hit up some clubs...”

“You’re way too old for that.” Óscar slaps Javi on the shoulder.

“Right,” Javi drinks the rest of his cognac in one gulp and pours another, since he’s not going anywhere tonight by the looks of it. “Might displace my hip on the dance floor or something.”

You laugh. “You’re good. It’s just… I never went out with any of them, so… could be fun.”

“Oh my God, go, we’re not your parents,” Óscar shoos you. “Just be on the boat on time tomorrow. And ask the others, too.”

“Will do, Dad.”

Javi chokes on his drink and Óscar snorts. He gets up when the cinematographer and boom operator drunkenly call for his attention. “Have fun, kid.”

“Take care of yourself. Don’t drink too much.” Javi says once Óscar is safely out of hearing distance. He didn’t see you drinking at all during dinner despite the free flowing alcohol and now he suspects it’s because you’ve planned on going all out for the after party. He doesn’t mean to be controlling, but he’s supportive of your intention to cut back and he doesn’t really trust that party crowd to look after you. Not that he thinks you couldn’t do it yourself, but it would give him a peace of mind if you were going to be inebriated.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that. I just feel like I should go. They’re my castmates. I haven’t spent much time with them, or even at all.” All thanks to the man sitting across from you, but you have no regrets. “And, you know, networking.”

“We both know you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he grins. “Where are you going? Do you know yet?”

“No, but probably something really cliche like Les Caves or VIP.”

“Is Elise coming too? I don’t see her.”

“She left. Like ten minutes ago. Don’t ask me how I know and don’t tell anyone, but she’s following Dieter.”

Oh, shit. Javi’s eyes go wide.

“Hey, don’t ask.”

Javi is incredulous. Is he that oblivious to even his actors now? He’s on set most days and he always keeps a closer eye on them to anticipate any on set drama. He’s known them both for as long as he’s been in the industry and he usually could get a good read on these things. Takes one to know one. Maybe he’s really been that distracted.

“What about Ross? Is he coming with you?”

“Yeah. Why?” A coy smile slowly forms on your lips.

“Nothing. I heard he asked you out.” He looks away from you into the distance.

You fake a gasp. “Were you eavesdropping on me?”

“He was pretty damn loud about it.”

“Then you know I told him I have a boyfriend, right?”

“I thought so. The way his face fell. If only he could emote that well on camera.”

“Javi! That’s mean!”

“You know I’m not wrong.”

He’s right. You might be new, but you figured a while ago Ross couldn’t have been cast for his talents but rather his heartthrob status for maximum PR.

“So who’s the boyfriend?” Javi playfully side eyes you and you nudge your knee to his. “Can’t be me, too old for that.”

“Uh huh. Let’s see…” You pretend to think. “Man-friend? Lover?”

Javi groans and makes a face.

“Ooh, I know,” you look at him seductively. “Daddy.”

“Careful.” Fuck.

“Wow… I…” your eyes widen. This is definitely interesting. “...can’t wait to explore that.”

“It only sounds hot coming from you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Any cute nicknames for me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He throws you a teasing glance. “You could’ve found out an hour from now, give or take.” You look at him in question, so he continues. “I have a whole surprise planned – had.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“‘Surprise’ being the key word there, babe.”

“I could tell them–”

“No, forget I said anything. Go have fun.”

“But–”

“Honey. We can’t exactly hang out with each other’s friends, so when you have the chance to be with them, you go, okay? I’ll be fine.” He might be seeing things but he swears he sees your eyes tear up… with relief. Why do you need permission so badly?

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“I can’t promise I’ll still be up. I’m ooooold.” He leans back on his chair, taking his time to admire you in your low cut dress under the guise of having a casual, professional conversation.

“Hm, so is it your idea or Óscar’s to go to the casino tomorrow? That’s some old people shit.” The lightness comes back in your tone.

“Noitsnot.” Javi answers too quickly.

“Yeah, right. Looking forward to playing the jackpot?”

“I’ll have you know I’ll sweep you at poker.”

“If you say so. I’ll make sure to wear something interesting to distract you.”

“That’s cheating but I’ll allow it.”

“And meanwhile,” you shift so he could get a better look at your cleavage. “Think about what could’ve happened if you’d told me your plans first.”

“Ah, so my usual thoughts. That’s easy.”

“Yeah, mine too.” Your voice drops to a whisper. “I didn’t come last night, daddy.”

He suppresses a groan. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I had to. You made me so wet.”

“I offered to take care of you, baby.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t come. I wanted to wait for you.”

“Fuck.”

“Well, now we’re even. See you tomorrow.”

You get up and leave to join your friends, leaving him hard and wanting as he pulls out a new cigarette.

✧✧

Day 10

You are positively trying to kill him today. As if the thought of you touching yourself right under his room wasn’t enough to make his balls about to explode, now you’re lounging in the red one piece that drove him crazy a couple of months ago. He tries hard, very hard, to look at literally anything else. He hopes no one notices how long he’s been ‘taking pictures’ of the oceanic view.

And it gets worse. When it’s time to dress up to the nines for the night, he puts on a light blue suit jacket, but you… you go beyond what you promised. You arrive last to the casino and in that moment, it’s as if everything in the room stops. It stirs something in him too when he sees people checking you out as you walk past them.

“You look so handsome.” You tell him once you’re close enough. Óscar had gone straight to the high rollers table upon arrival, taking a few crew members on his dime. But Javi’s content with sitting around nursing his drink, waiting for you.

“This isn’t fair.” He gives you a quick once over.

“You like it?” You’re not usually one to wear something so revealing, but Javi makes you bold. You were saving this up for a proper date with him back in London, but there’s no time like the present. You can’t even be shy about showing so much because you need to elicit his reaction.

“It’s fucking fantastic.”

“You should see it on the floor.”

He drops his head and sighs heavily, then he points his drink towards the slot machines. “One round and we’re leaving.”

“What happened to poker? Are you chickening out?” You challenge him.

“No, but it takes much more time.”

“Excuses, excuses…” From here, you can see Óscar in your line of sight. “Why don’t we leave after he wins? Then he’ll be busy with the next round to notice us, right?”

“That’d be a while. He sucks.”

“Go and help him, then. Oh, how are we getting back?”

“We’re not. I’m getting us a suite.”

“I don’t know about that. It’s a lot less private around here. People talk.”

You’re right, and logistically it’s more difficult to explain both of your absences for the night and potentially tomorrow morning. The yacht isn’t an option, either.

“Let’s Uber, then.”

“Yeah, we can’t do that. It doesn’t work here.”

He studies your face while he calculates his options. “Sit tight, I have an idea.”

✧

The ‘idea’ turns out to be buying a fellow gambler’s car with his winnings. Of all things you expected to happen today, finding yourself in the backseat of a Pagani was not one. Javi was a few hundred thousand short but he didn’t think the guy cared that much. From the way he had been gawking at Javi and Óscar since they walked in, he probably would’ve given it away for free. His immaculate taste in cars was just a nice bonus. Plus, the color matches his suit.

“I just have to send his kids some signed merch and arrange them a tour of the Beskar set. Great deal, huh?”

“You billionaires are weird.” You shake your head in amusement.

He starts the car and the revving attracts a few passersby. “What did you tell Óscar?”

“That I’m tired and everyone else is busy having fun. He didn’t even blink.”

“Let’s hope they’ll keep him occupied ‘til tomorrow.”

The two of you ride in silence, enjoying the vast view of hills and sea, away from the city lights. Javi is relaxed and concentrated, and it gives you a warm, calm feeling seeing him this way.

“It’s been a long time since I drove a sports car. This is a vast improvement from the last one, though, definitely.” He looks over to your side, clearly enjoying his time. “Better looking passenger, too.”

“Pfft, come on! So cheesy.”

“I’m serious… It was with Nic.” Javi says with a chuckle. “You should’ve seen how everyone was looking at you.”

“Can’t say I noticed.”

“Hmm-mm. They were.”

“Did you like it? Or were you jealous?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I get jealous when I see other women checking you out. I’m not too proud to admit that.”

“But they don’t hold a candle to you. So don’t worry.”

“Same here. Don’t want anyone else.”

You caress his arm up to his shoulder where he turns his head to give your hand a kiss. Then you lightly travel down to tug at the buttons on his stomach, then his belt, then the zipper of his pants… you let out a soft moan when he involuntarily bucks towards your hand. Feeling brave, and to his surprise, you cup him over the material and he lets out a heavy groan.

“Behave, baby. You keep that up and we won’t make it there.”

“Okay, but drive faster. Feels so heavy, Javi. I want it all in me. Make it fit.” Turning him on turns you on.

His hands on the steering wheel turn white. “Fuck yes baby you’re gonna take it. Wearing that dress like you’re begging to be fucked. I knew everyone in there pictured your bare tits.”

Oh. Your jaw drops. That’s… unexpected. You squeeze him in response and he immediately takes away your hand to clasp it above his knee.

“You’re so fucking naughty. Teasing me every day.” Javi’s deep voice drops a few more octaves and it makes you squirm. “What happened to waiting, hm?”

“I can’t. I’m tired of fingering myself to sleep, every night.”

“Yeah? What did you think about when you did it?”

“Yours in me… mine aren’t thick enough, Javi,” you sigh from your own admission. “Your tongue. Feeling your mustache on me. You stretching m–”

You gasp when Javi suddenly grips your hand tightly. You’ve never seen Javi look this intense before. His nostrils flare, his eyes darken, and his breathing becomes so heavy you can hear it in the silence.

“Want you fucking my mouth, daddy,” you continue, making him grip you again to the point of almost hurting.

“You–” His mouth forms into a snarl. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You bring up his hand that grips you to run his thumb along your lips to nibble on it. You do the same to each finger, eyes looking at him putting all his effort into concentrating on the road ahead. He finally turns his head when you slip his middle finger past your lips to the knuckle, giving it a languid, sensual suck. A teaser of what’s to come.

“Fuck, baby. You have to stop.” Javi lets out a moan as he focuses back on the road and you keep swirling your tongue around him, rubbing the underside back and forth as if it were–

You have an idea.

You hope you won’t crash and die on these hills.

Your other hand makes a quick work hiking up your dress and your mouth lets go of his finger and you guide your hand and his between your thighs and–

Javi lets out an angry growl when his hand meets your soaked panties. “You get this wet from talking?”

“It’s you, Javi…” He starts rubbing you through the material and you throw your head back on the seat, moving your hips along with his movement.

Then you have another idea.

You recline the seat, shimmy your ruined panties off, and drape your leg over the console to spread yourself open. The cold that hits you is nothing compared to the warmth of his massive hand so close to your center. Javi’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of their sockets. He can’t see you clearly in the dark, but he can definitely feel your wetness on the leather.

“Please, Javi… I don’t wanna wait.”

Javi mutters something under his breath, his one hand on the wheel shaking. He didn’t plan on doing this here, or even tonight. He was going to surprise you with a private dinner the other night, and tonight he only wanted to take you back to the villa just so you could stop pretending you’re just coworkers when work is already done - for the time being, anyway. He thought it would be PG at best, but… he’s not complaining. But he’s driving, and he’s thisclose to losing control.

But on the other hand, is your exposed pussy begging for his touch. And Javi’s only a man.

So Javi decides to be a gentleman and give you what you ask for. He starts by running his hand over your mound, groaning at the smoothness. Then he moves his hand further down and spreads your wetness over his hand and yourself, fingers parting your lips along the way. You don’t dare to look down because even a mere glance of Javi’s hand working on you would make you come, you’re sure of it.

But you do anyway, just as his finger starts to rub your clit in circular motions, making you fall back on the seat with a loud moan. He continues and puts more pressure as you squirm and writhe, restrained by the seatbelt across your torso, keening sounds filling the small space.

He wishes he could watch you. Maybe he should pull over, get you off, then drive again after you’re both satisfied? But he really doesn’t wanna do it in a car that hasn’t even been his for an hour. You deserve better, somewhere more comfortable, even when you’re so desperate now.

Luckily the GPS says they’re only 5 minutes away.

5 minutes too long.

“Javi…” your pleading moan takes him back into the situation at hand, and he gets the hint. You need more.

So he gives you more. His middle finger prods your entrance and enters you without warning, making you bite your lip in pleasure. Your two that usually keep you busy on many lonely nights is nothing in comparison to his thick one. His knuckles on the steering wheel go white when you clench around him as he tries to find your spot without even looking in your direction.

3 minutes.

Should he, or should he not make you come? It’s fucking hot, seeing you grip the armrest and your toes curling, hearing you loudly cry when he adds another finger, the squelch of your pussy equally as loud as your wanton moans to his ears. DRIVEDRIVEDRIVEyouresocloseDRIVEsoclose

The GPS doesn’t even get to announce your arrival before he carelessly parks the car in the driveway. His fingers leave your core to your dismay and he doesn’t give you a moment before pulling his seatbelt off and lurches on to you, grabbing your face in a passionate kiss and smearing your wetness on his fingers on your neck.

“Javi…” you try to get a word in between kisses. “Let’s– let’sgoinsidebaby–”

Reluctantly he pulls back from you, eyes as dark as the night. With a heavy sigh, Javi exits the car and helps you out, your panties forgotten on the floor.

✧

Javi opens the front door and doesn’t even get to turn on the lights when a moaning sound from somewhere inside freezes you both.

“Óscar…?” Javi tries, as much as he knows it couldn’t be him. The moans persist and turn into groans. “Uh… stay here. Call security, please, honey.”

“NO!”

“Dieter?!” Javi says incredulously to which the man answers with another groan. You close the door and follow Javi to the living room.

“Hey, man. Sorry to crash.”

Dieter is passed out on the couch, hair strewn in every direction, barely dressed in a pair of boxers and a wrinkled green bathroom robe. He’s holding a corked bottle of wine that threatens to slip out of his grasp that he clearly struggled to open with his bare hands before. By his feet is a spilled, empty glass of whatever he was having and an unlit joint that already burned a hole through the velvet material. It’s a shitshow.

“How did you even get in here?”

“I climbed. Your security is shit.”

“Yeah, thanks. Why are you here?”

“Why are you so pissy?”

At that moment, you come into his view and Dieter’s reddened eyes stare at you quizzically before noticing your smeared lipstick… and your see-through front that you try to cover as much as you can with your very small clutch.

And then he has the audacity to drop his gaze onto Javi’s tented lap.

“Oooooohhhhh. No fucking way. You’re so dead.”

“Hi… Dieter.” You try to meet his eyes so he wouldn’t look anywhere else, particularly your… private area.

“Holy shit. Does Óscar know?”

You glance at Javi who keeps glaring at Dieter in anger. His patience is running thin.

“Dieter. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

“I got high and Elise threw a fucking fit because I was balls de– I was with my PA. Don’t look at me all judgy like that. You’re also tapping this hot piece of a–”

“Shut up!” Javi barks. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Chill the fuck out, Javi.” Dieter rolls his eyes and gives you a salute. “Great dress… beautiful dress.”

“Stop.”

“Okay. Damn.”

“Go back to your room, Dieter.”

“Can’t. She’s in there.”

“That’s your problem.”

“You go and fuck each other’s brains out. I’ll sit here and be quiet.”

“Out, Dieter. I give you ten seconds. Ten.” Javi starts counting.

“Really?”

“I’m getting a drink.” You announce to no one. Luckily there’s a throw blanket on the nearest chair and you’re able to swiftly cover yourself in it.

Dieter gets up and stumbles right behind you to the kitchen. “Great idea!”

“Hey!” Javi’s growl echoes throughout the house and he stalks after Dieter, grabbing him by the collar of his robe. “Nine.”

“Let go of me, man.”

“I’ve had it with you, Dieter. You got arrested, you ran off set, you mess around with my crew–”

“Oh and that rule doesn’t apply to you?”

“No, it doesn’t. I make the rules.”

“Yeah? I thought Óscar does.”

“Eight, Dieter. Watch it.”

“Hey, I never asked.” Dieter smirks at you. “How old are you? Twenty?”

“Four years ago, I was.” You tell him nonchalantly at the same time that Javi says “don’t answer him.”

Dieter looks over his shoulder at Javi and barks out a mocking laugh. “You have one year to leave him for Leo. Nice.”

“That’s it, we’re done.” Javi’s grip tightens on Dieter’s robe and he starts to drag him back out. All this male posturing is really wearing you off. You can’t take this back and forth between them anymore. This was supposed to be a fun night for you.

“I have seven more, don’t I?”

“Just… let him stay, Javi. I’m tired anyway.” You let out an exaggerated sigh and fill up another glass with water and put it on the kitchen island, motioning to Dieter that it’s for him. You bury your face in your hands, softly massaging your temples while Javi goes to stand by your side with his back facing Dieter. You reach out until you find his hand and you squeeze it softly, silently assuring him it’s not his fault.

The three of you stand around in silence while Dieter sips his water and Javi eventually stops clenching from anger. When he’s done drinking, Dieter finally looks like he knows what guilt is.

“Sorry for ruining your night.”

“Hmm.” “No shit.” You and Javi reply in unison.

“You two gonna tell Óscar about this?”

“None of your business.” Javi turns around to face him with a finality in his tone. “And whatever is going on with Elise, sort that out before we’re back to filming.”

“I don’t have any more scenes.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I’ve told you I’ve taken up that other job.”

“What other job?”

“Cliff Beasts.”

You snort and raise your head. “Cliff Beasts? Really?”

He shrugs. “Money’s good.”

“Use that for rehab.” Javi snarks.

“Who else is in it?” You sincerely wonder. You were too young to watch the original in theaters when it came out, but the franchise keeps getting more and more ridiculous with each sequel. You keep up just to understand the memes, like everyone does.

“The entire old cast is coming back. Even Carol Cobb.”

“Cool. Love her.”

“And new people your age. They keep telling me they’re from TikTok. What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You dismiss his question. He should stay in the dark about that. The world doesn’t deserve to witness Dieter’s shenanigans on that app.

You rinse your glass and pat Javi’s arm. “I’m going to bed.”

Javi watches you walk away and waits until you close your bedroom door before he scolds Dieter. “You saw nothing, heard nothing. No one will know about this.”

“Okay.”

“One slip up and I won’t vouch for you anymore.”

“Okay.”

“And you’ll be gone tomorrow morning before we’re up. Sort your shit out.”

“Heard you.”

Javi leaves him to go up to his room and he hears Dieter call out a thanks when he’s halfway past the stairs. He has no energy to acknowledge it.

✧

And gone before they’re up, he did. Óscar didn’t even see him when he finally got back around 7 AM and the rest of the day was spent shuffling around to pack. Javi had to arrange the shipment of the new car he acquired too. There was no time to talk about last night, or talk at all, because Javi’s private plane was already waiting on the tarmac for whenever they’re done and ready to leave.

Óscar is passed out from hangover across from him while you occupy the front of the plane. Busy on your phone, as usual. From his position he can somewhat make out an Escher-looking game. There’s only 30 minutes left before the plane lands in London and he has about 15 before Óscar wakes up.

“So,” he moves next to your seat and speaks in a whisper. “Where are you going after we land?”

“I have to check into my hotel. Why are we whispering?”

“Do you want to just stay at mine? For the rest of the shoot?”

It’s very tempting. But logistically it’ll only call attention to you. You can’t exactly get away with staying at the producer’s house for an entire month. It’s bad enough that Ava knows and now Dieter too. “And tell my PA what?”

“That you’re renting your own place? Staying with a friend?”

“They need to know where they’re picking me up every day.”

“That’s easy. I’ll drive you.”

“Yes, that won’t be suspicious at all.”

Javi sighs in defeat. You’re right, again. Óscar stirs in his seat and Javi waits until he stills again to propose his solution. Except Óscar doesn’t and is fully awake now and asking if they’re there yet.

“I’ll text you,” he mouths.

✧✧

London, three days later

What he proposed in the text didn’t come into fruition. He’d told you to check in, repack your necessities, and he’ll pick you up to go to his place. Only go to your hotel when you need new clothes. It’s not a bad idea, but it doesn’t matter anyway because you didn’t even get to unpack before Javi informed you that he’d be busy and couldn’t pick you up.

So you’ve been staying in your room, alone, since you got back, flicking through the script for next week and for a new series Javi sent you this morning. “Ten episodes, HBO. Whichever role you want.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that it turns out acting doesn't interest you that much and someone else would be more grateful for the opportunity. He also told you he offered Dieter the same project, who accepted it on the spot. But Dieter needs to complete Cliff Beasts first before this starts production, so you have time until then to tell Javi.

Who is now calling you. You pick up on the first ring.

“Hey, baby.” His voice sounds tired and it’s barely dark. He’s been occupied with meetings and prep, hence his absence. “Wanna go for dinner in an hour?”

“I just finished eating room service. We could go for drinks, though?”

“I don’t wanna be buzzed. I need to be up early tomorrow,” he lets out a heavy sigh. “I miss you.”

Your heart aches, knowing the effort he puts into his work and how much it means to him and Óscar. You know how badly he wants his production company to be on par with the big league studios. You know how much thought and research and passion he puts into each of his films. All of that doesn’t even count running his family business on top of everything too - the legal one, the only one that still exists. It hasn’t been the same since a new guy took over from his ex and because of that Javi has to be more hands on in every decision making, or so he told you.

“Miss you too. Where are you right now?”

“Amsterdam.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Didn’t I tell you this morning?”

Definitely no, you would’ve remembered. “No, but– why?”

“Business stuff. Anyway, I’m about to take off.”

“Okay, umm…” You try to think of an idea quickly, still dumbfounded by the new information. “Why don’t you… come over tonight?”

“I’m just gonna disappoint you, babe. I’m so tired.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t mean– we don’t have to– just have dinner here and sleep. Like, sleep sleep.”

There’s silence on the other hand as Javi thinks it over.

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Two hours later, Javi rings on your door and you open it in your underwear and a loose t-shirt that doesn’t go past your waist. The way Javi’s eyes widen is so comical that you’d laugh if he didn’t immediately slam the door to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, his lips finding yours as he does.

“Should’ve brought you with me… missed you so much.”

You whimper as you try to pry open his buttons.

“I really can’t, baby…” He pulls your fingers off him, kissing each one before he lets go and rolls over onto his back.

Next thing you know you hear his soft snores. His feet dangle from the bed and he’s still very much fully clothed.

You give him a chaste kiss and pull the blanket over your bodies and fall asleep too.

✧

You wake up to the soft buzzing of a hair dryer and a ring of the doorbell. The room is dimmed and it’s still dark outside. You get up groggily to get the door and walk past the dining table filled with freshly prepared breakfast. Neat.

There’s no one outside when you open it, but an inconspicuous brown paper bag sits on the floor with a note attached that addresses the package to a ‘Mr. José Estrada’. What…?

“That’s for me, babe.” Javi comes out of the bathroom in a towel folded up to above his stomach and his hair uncombed. It’s… adorable. You’re still not awake enough to appreciate it and merely raise your eyebrows at the name on the bag. Javi shrugs and takes the package from you. “Clothes. Just to be careful. Mornin’.”

He leans down to kiss you but you turn away, muttering about morning breath. He snickers and goes back in to change.

Javi is still in the living room having breakfast when you emerge again, freshly showered too. He’s in a pair of slacks and a white half-buttoned shirt, like he just got home from work instead of going to it. He looks too devastatingly handsome for this early. He guides you by the back of your knees to sit on his lap and you definitely, definitely wobble.

“What are you doing today?” You ask him while he peppers kisses on your neck.

“On set for half the day. Then I’m free.” He pulls back to stroke your cheek. “Stay at my place tonight? I’ll cook you dinner.”

The implication is clear in his eyes.

✧✧

Of course you didn’t get to find out what he was going to cook for you. What is it with the universe conspiring against you having a wholesome, uninterrupted night with this man? Okay, maybe that’s why, because you’re not really aiming for wholesome. Instead of his house, you’re at Carlotta with him and a few of his celebrity friends, including Dieter and Elise. It’s been three hours and the chatter has gone cold and the wine warm.

“...maybe it’s just like a month off? I don’t know what the big deal is.”

“Apparently the other unions are considering it too.”

“What else?”

“Directors, Writers, Visual Effects, who knows what else. It’s gonna be chaotic.”

You don’t even care what’s being talked about anymore. Someone needs to get the bill before smoke comes out of your ears. You know you didn’t have to be here, of course, but you didn’t want to wait around in your room either and you were hungry. Javi had called you from set to let you know about this last minute dinner that someone arranged in the guise of business networking. Óscar still had scenes to direct and told Javi to go on his own. He knew Javi had nothing to do for the rest of the day. And Javi couldn’t exactly tell him he actually had plans with you.

You weren’t pissed initially - you were enjoying yourself, even. But the two smartly dressed thirty-something women four tables over who have been eyefucking Javi for the past half hour? The statuesque former VS model who sent him a negroni and her Ritz room key? That’s not even his drink of choice, you sneer in your head. Nice try.

You’re not jealous of them, no, Javi is going home with someone at the end of the night and it’s not with any of them. But the way he looks right now and the way that he’s wanted, turn you on so much. That pisses you off. Because this dinner couldn’t finish soon enough.

“I’m gonna drop by Loulou’s after this, you wanna come?” Elise asks next to you. “Ross is already there.”

You look over to Javi… who is signing the check, thank fucking God.

✧

Neither of you even made it to his house last night.

He’d barely parked his car, that ostentatious blue thing, in his driveway when you climbed over the console to sit on his lap.

“Thank you for dinner,” you murmured into his exquisite neck, leaving a mark with your teeth. Tacky, you knew.

“You’re the only one who’s ever said that to me,” he looked at you with a hint of wistfulness. You felt a pang in your heart at his confession.

“Of course I’m grateful, Javi.” You kissed him softly while you twisted the curls around the nape of his neck. “I’ll show you how much.”

Then his phone rang.

And it was Óscar telling Javi to go to his place for last minute rewrites, again.

So regretfully, he had to drop you at your hotel on the way. And naturally this morning you woke up really, really annoyed.

“You know what, this is ridiculous.” You call him over lunch. Room service, again.

“I agree.”

“We should clear out our schedule.”

“Let’s do that.”

“You know I mean yours, right?”

Javi sighs. “I know. I’m gonna sort that out right now. How was your sleep?”

“Eh. I’ve had better. Yours?”

“Shitty. I passed out on the floor.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. I’m getting a massage as we speak.”

“On set?”

Javi grunts and you snort in jealousy.

“Tell you what. Book a res–”

“Absolutely not. It’s never gonna happen if we go out, Javi. There’s always… something. Like… some kind of weird divine intervention.”

He giggles from the other side. Actually giggles.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”

Which makes him fully laugh. “I’ve cleared out my week. I’m all yours.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Daphne’s or Clos Maggiore?”

“Or.”

“Baby. Come on.”

“Let’s just… have coffee or something casual. That always works for us. Right?”

✧✧

It finally works. You spend the afternoon with him watching a movie at the Electric (and he booked out the entire place) and when you both couldn’t stop fooling around in the theater anymore, you make a run for the car.

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours. You wanted me in your bed.”

Javi wastes no time speeding to his house. It’s not a long drive, but Javi makes the most of it. He snakes his hand up your dress and rubs your inner thigh, making sure his knuckles brush along your clit while he’s at it. It drives you crazy, and by the time you arrive at his house, you’re already a panting mess.

He leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom, and you realize you haven’t been in it before. It’s not much of a difference from the room you’ve slept in aesthetic-wise, but it’s much bigger. Easily twice the size, plus a balcony with a small garden and a door that you assume leads to the bathroom and you don’t care what else because his lips are on yours and his hands are all over you as he walks you to the bed, pinning you down on it.

“I had better plans than this.” He croons into your ear and sucks a spot under the lobe.

You sigh into him. “It doesn’t matter now.”

Javi kisses along your jaw and lightly nips your chin. You grasp his shirt in surprise and he presses you deeper into the bed, making you even closer to him. His weight almost suffocates you, in a good way.

“You look fuckable in this, but it has to go.” He hooks a thumb under the strap of your velvet slip dress, your jacket long forgotten in the car. You nod, giving him permission, and he slips it past your shoulder, then past your tits still covered in a lacy strapless bra, then finally past your hips while he kisses the trail of exposed skin along the way. Javi groans loudly when he’s eye level with your crotch and he sees that your matching panties are soaked and that it’s a fucking thong.

“You are so pretty.” Javi kisses your mound over the material and hooks the string of your barely-there thong between his fingers, as if he’s contemplating whether he should take it off or take you in it. He grabs your thigh and slightly angles you to the side, tracing slowly to the one string swallowed between your cheeks, and his hand lands on your ass with a smack.

“Ah!” You exclaim in surprise and Javi takes the string just to snap it back on you with another light smack.

“Fucking pretty all over.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” You say breathily.

“I know, baby.” Javi murmurs in between mouthing and biting on your thigh and kneading your ass. You’re too busy sighing out your pleasure that you don’t see his other hand about to palm your mound under your panties until you feel it. Javi takes his mouth off of you and sits back on his knees to watch you squirm under his touch.

“Javi…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need you.”

“Hmm.” Javi continues grazing his fingers down to your lips, intentionally avoiding where you need him the most.

“Javi…” You fully lie on your back and spread your legs apart. “Take it off.”

Oh, how he’d love to. “I’m gonna take my time, honey.” Javi cups you over your panties and moves his palm up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness on yourself. “You made me wait. Now you wait.”

“Please, Javi. Touch me–”

“I am touching you.”

“I need you, please–”

“Love hearing you beg, baby.”

“Please please please–”

“Please what?”

You’re reduced to whimpering and you buck up your hips to meet his grounding palm. Your arousal is dripping even more now and it drives him crazy that you, the most beautiful woman that he’s ever laid eyes on and he’s wanted since that night in November, is on his bed. Begging for him.

Frustrated, you take the initiative to undo the front clasp of your bra. Javi stops his movements the moment he sees them and you swear his mouth drops open a little.

He’s had several ideas of what they would look like but his imagination doesn’t compare to the real thing. Yours are the perfect size for his hands and so soft under his touch. He runs his hand up between your cleavage before leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You writhe under him, arching your back as he nibbles and laps on it and kneads the other one.

“More,” you groan.

“No,” he growls against your soft flesh.

“No?”

“Be patient.” You let out a cry when he bites your underboob. “These are so pretty, baby.”

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair until he finally takes pity on you. He kisses the valley between your breasts before capturing your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Javi,” you whisper in between his hungry kisses. “I need t– I need to come.”

“Same here.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

You guide his hand and let it rest between your legs, grinding onto his hand again.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Just make me come, Javi. Do whatever you want with me.”

Desperation drips from your words and not only does it make him harder than before, it makes him smug too. He sits up on his knees, taking you in spread out on his bed with a hazy fucked out look on your face. And he technically hasn’t done anything yet.

He undoes his cufflinks and pushes his sleeves up his veiny forearms. There’s something about the motion that makes him even sexier to you - and it makes you feel that way too. He pries open your thighs further and lowers his gaze down to your still covered pussy. You’ve dripped down onto his bed and he groans at the sight. He takes the strings between his fingers and slowly peels your thong off, much to your relief. He chucks it over his shoulder and drops onto his elbows.

“You are the most fucking gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

You’re about to raise your head to see his face but before you manage to, you feel his tongue on your pussy.

“Oh, FUCK! Oh my god. Javi–” You grab a fistful of sheets under you as he slowly runs his tongue from your clit down to your entrance, and licks around your opening and tries to stick it into you. No one’s ever eaten you out like this before. It was usually one or two pathetic kitten licks before they get up and dangle their dicks in front of your face. No one is as thorough as Javi, who makes you feel his mouth and whiskers in spots of you that you didn’t know existed.

You don’t realize that you said it out loud until Javi suddenly stops and looks up at you with glistening lips… and mustache. You feel a fresh wave of wetness flooding at the sight. This is what you’ve been imagining every previous night before.

“Seriously?”

You don’t know if he’s confused or upset by what you said. Either way, you need him to go back to what he was doing. “Yes, Javi, please don’t stop.”

“You’re telling me you don’t usually get eaten out?”

“No, uh, not like this. Never like–” Your own moans cut you off as he goes back to pleasuring you and you cry out when you feel his nose bumps your clit. You’re lost in this new feeling. It’s true. Never like this.

But with Javi? Javi is enjoying himself. He eats you out like he can’t get enough and he can’t get to all parts of you that he wants to taste. He’s slow enough for you to feel every movement his tongue is making, but he picks it up at the right pace when he feels that you need more. You feel his hand slowly squeezing your right boob, and then your eyes fly open when he suddenly puts a thick finger in you. You let out a high pitched moan and buck up to his lips.

“Fuck yeah. Be as loud as you want. You perfect little thing.” Javi shallowly thrusts it in and out of you. “Yours really didn’t fill you enough, huh?”

No. No, they didn’t. Javi’s one finger fills you so well you wonder how you’re gonna even be satisfied with yourself ever again after this. He hits the spots you never reached and makes you beg, and beg, and beg for more.

So he gives you more. He starts sucking your clit at the same time that he adds another finger into you. You don’t know what kind of noises you’re making anymore but it’s deprived enough that Javi groans into your pussy and the vibration and his hot breath make you keen even more.

“Javi… faster, baby.”

“You’re not gonna come from my hand.” Javi says as he rolls your clit with his tongue.

“But I’m close.” You whimper.

“I know. You’re so tight, fuck.” Javi raises his head to look at his fingers going in and out of you. They’re slick with your juices and he feels you pulsating around them whenever he drags them out, as if to keep him from not being inside you. “Think you can take my cock? Hmm?”

You gasp out a moan and he retracts his fingers completely. You’re getting too close to the edge and he doesn’t want you to come like this, no. Not by fingers or his mouth. He wants to feel you around him when you do. But that doesn’t stop him from tonguing you again and massaging your clit with his thumb until you’re panting and tugging hard on his hair that it hurts. Before you could go over the edge, he climbs over you and cages you in his arms, his mouth once again on your tits and smearing them with your wetness from his lips.

“Javi,” you grab his face in your hands and stroke his patchy, graying beard. “Please.”

You claw at his shirt, trying to open his buttons with trembling hands. He’s still fully clothed and it’s not fair. You manage to get the top two but then he untangles himself from you to stand at the foot of the bed… to rummage through his drawers.

“Fuck, uh… um… fuck.” Javi reaches into another one, turning it inside out, and starts rifling through a spare wallet he finds inside. “I don’t have condoms. Wait here. I might have some downstairs.”

You crawl over to him and stand on your knees, continuing to open his buttons. “I’m on birth control, Javi. And I haven’t been with anyone, so…”

Javi looks at you with his doe eyes, filled with lust, while you shrug his shirt off him. Are you saying…?

“I want you bare.”

Well, fuck me. If Javi weren’t already hard as rock before, then he doesn’t know what this is now. He’s never been bare with anyone since… who cares. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters except you asking him to fuck you raw and now you’re palming him over his pants and literally, the world could be burning at this moment and Javi wouldn’t give a shit about it.

“Want you in my mouth, daddy.”

“No,” Javi groans painfully. There is no way he’s surviving tonight. “I’ll come on your face if you do that now.”

“Want that too.” You pepper him with kisses across his chest while you undo his belt and unzip his trousers. When you finally lower his pants along with his boxer briefs, your mouth waters. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be when you grabbed him in his car last week. You need him in you, right fucking now.

But first thing first… he’s gonna pay for not making you come. You’ve been so desperate since the theater and by the looks of it, he’s no different. The head of his cock is an angry red and leaking with precum. You swipe it clean with your tongue and Javi’s hand immediately finds the back of your neck. You take his hard erection in your hand and start to jerk him off slowly, building a pace that you know will drive him mad. Javi has his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed deep, holding back from thrusting into your hand.

You lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip and elicit a low moan from him. It’s addicting, listening to him. You do it a few more times until you feel his fingers curling on you.

“Javi…” You let go of him and kiss your way up his stomach instead. He involuntarily sucks in and opens his eyes to you slipping his cock past your lips. He doesn’t stop you. The groan that comes out of him is so sinful it’s going to be permanently etched in your brain. His hand on your neck finds your ass and kneads it when you start working him slowly with your mouth. You gag a little when he hits the back of your throat. He’s a lot to take in; you don’t even get to the hilt, and you count your blessings for that.

You’re suddenly pulled away with a pop. He’s throbbing and from his breathing, he doesn’t look like he’s going to last long.

“You’re so big, Javi. Does it feel as good as it tastes?”

You start to take him into your mouth again but he grabs your arm to haul you to the center of the bed. He settles himself on you, rubbing up and down your opening with his cock. You start to meet his movement but he pins your hips down, restricting you.

“Come on, we’ve waited long enough,” you whine.

He lets his weight fall on you completely and hums his answer with his face pressed against the crook of your neck. He keeps thrusting on your pussy and you’re so, so, so close to sobbing from need.

“Javi,” you whine again into his ear, arms clinging to his broad form.

Javi sits on his knees, watching you writhe underneath him. If he doesn’t come within one minute of being inside you, he’ll consider it a miracle. It’s his own fault for dragging it out this long and now he’s the one moments away from exploding. It’s worth it because you’re so fucking beautiful being all needy for him.

He grabs you closer by your calves and wraps your legs around his waist, cock notched right at your entrance. Javi pushes forward and the sound he makes when he enters you is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. He works his way in slowly, letting you accommodate his girth. It’s a painful yet exquisite stretch.

You’ve never felt this full in your life. You’re not without experience, but the way Javi is filling you is something else. It’s not just his size, although that is a big part of it. It’s the way he’s gazing at you with so much tenderness. The way he’s moving as if he’s worshiping you with every stroke. The way he’s savoring this moment that you two have been waiting a ridiculously long time for. Your heart is full of–

“Baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.” Javi says with a strain in his voice. He’s holding back, with this languid (honestly, lazy) pace and he’s clenching his hands so hard you can see the veins in his forearms protruding.

“I don’t care, Javi, just fuck me.”

He groans and starts to build a pace, gripping your thighs open. You throw your head back and hold on to the pillow closest to you. Javi’s eyes are glued to your tits bouncing by the impact of his thrusts and he tries to think of something, anything, except for the way your perfect body is responding to him right now.

He remembers what you said about being essentially celibate since your last relationship and he doesn’t fight his curiosity. There’s a primal side of him that needs to know and the thought of your pathetic past conquests should buy him a couple more minutes, right?

“How long has it been for you, honey?”

“Mmmmm…” You roll your head back in pleasure, seemingly not hearing his question.

”When I ask something, I want an answer, sweetheart.”

“Two years? Mor–”

“Fucking unbelievable. This pussy should be fucked everyday, fuck.”

He curses between hard thrusts. Your mouth drops at his dirty talk and his pace increases to full on pounding. It doesn’t work. The thought of nothing having been inside you except for your own fingers and now him for that long is awakening something feral in him.

You yelp. “Oh fuck yes, Javi…”

“Yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck this everyday?”

“Whenever you want. Please.”

“You’re so needy.” He looks down to where you’re joined before grabbing your ass and driving into you even harder. “So needy and sloppy and so. fucking. tight.”

The moan you let out is downright the filthiest thing he’s ever heard. And you? You barely hear his deep, delicious voice over your own moans and the sounds your bodies make. You can’t do anything but take, take, and take. You wish you could reciprocate but what leaves your mouth is only a blabber of cries and whines.

“You want to come?” Javi’s question snaps you out of your daze.

“Please, baby.”

“Then touch yourself and come.”

Javi pulls out of you and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. You sit up to reach for him but he moves further to the edge of the bed, his hand fisting his cock and pinching the end slowly, trying not to lose it.

“Javi, what the fuck?” You exclaim in despair.

“Let me see you touch yourself, babe. Come like that or not at all.”

“Oh my God, Javi.” You fall back on the bed in frustration. There is no way this is happening. “No…”

“Come, and I’ll fuck you again.”

You start reluctantly touching yourself slowly, hoping he’ll take pity on you and take over again. But he stays where he is, looking at your face, not even your body.

“If that’s how you touch yourself, no wonder you’re unsatisfied. Come on, make yourself feel good.”

You groan in defeat and he chuckles at you amusingly. Fine. You dip two fingers into your pussy and start moving them the way you usually do, and your other hand drops to your clit to rub it with your index finger. Your peak is approaching in no time, between your own familiar movements and watching Javi watching you. You start to arch off the bed when you’re close and suddenly your hands are taken off you and you’re flipped onto your hands and knees.

Javi thrusts back inside you from behind without warning and resumes pounding you in earnest. “That’s right baby, take it… like you wanted… so fucking good for me…”

You come with a silent scream and Javi lets out a pained moan from you fluttering and spasming around his cock. His hands grip your waist to the point of almost hurting and he keeps steadily thrusting into you to seek his own release while you ride yours out.

He pulls you up against his chest by wrapping his arm around your tits and keeps hitting that devastatingly delicious spot inside you. With a few thrusts it starts you up again and you grind back on him, feeling the bump of his stomach on the small of your back with each contact. You look over your shoulder at his face and see that he’s in absolute bliss, but there’s something else there that’s a little bit… off. You don’t get to think too much about it once his fingers reach down to your clit and you start to tighten around his cock again, your hand reaching back to grab at his curls.

“I’m coming, sweetheart. Fuck. Come with me. Come with me, honey.” Javi’s pace grows desperate and he’s so deep, so right inside you that you beat him to it. You shudder in his arms, going limp, but he doesn’t let up. “Tell me where.”

You sigh dreamily while you catch your breath. “Anywhere you want, daddy.”

He pulls out and pushes you lightly to get back on your hands and knees and spills himself on the small of your back and between your cheeks. You lay down flat on your stomach, evening out your breaths, inhaling in the mixed scent of the two of you.

It takes Javi a couple of minutes to collect himself before he kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips.

“You’re so fucking good, babe. Tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

You giggle tiredly and lean onto him, welcoming his kisses while he cleans you up with his discarded shirt. “I need a drink. Then I want to ride you.”

✧

For the next four days, you barely leave the bed except to eat or use the bathroom. Just like Javi had promised. He didn’t get to cook dinner for you yet, because it’ll take too much time away from being inside of you. Everyday it’s like clockwork: one of you wakes the other up with your mouth, followed by breakfast in bed, or vice versa. Then shower, where he eats you out - he insists that he’s making up for your lost time. In the afternoons, Javi does some work while you read scripts or his books or nap. Then dinner, followed by fucking each other to sleep. Sometimes you interrupt him mid-task or wake him up in the middle of the night just because. And repeat.

It’s pure fucking bliss.

✧✧

“Javi. Fuck.”

“What’s up?”

“Everything is shutting down. Everything. Where the fuck are you?” Óscar’s voice sounds panicked through the phone.

“I’m on leave, remember? What do you mean?”

“Strike, Javi. It’s all over the news. We gotta reschedule everything. We’re not even allowed to do anything.”

Javi swiftly opens his news app and sure enough, Óscar’s right. How did he miss this? Oh, right.

“Javi!!!”

“I’m here.”

“What do we do?”

Javi thinks for a moment but absolutely nothing comes to mind. This is completely novel for him. “We’ll figure it out. How long is this supposed to go on?”

“Two weeks. A month tops.”

“So there’s nothing to do. Keep everyone around, keep everyone updated, the usual.”

“We can’t, Javi. We’re not allowed to. We should just let them go for now, go see their families. They can’t be employed right now, same for us, by the way.”

“Dammit,” Javi runs a hand over his face. He’s only ever shut down production once, during The Last Sicario, when a rival family member felt misrepresented by his depiction of them and sent death threats to him and the crew. “Call it. Keep me posted.”

“Sure. One more thing, have you heard from our little starlet? I tried calling her all day, and her PA couldn’t reach her either. Her hotel said she’s not there.”

“Staying with a friend, maybe?” Javi feigns cluelessness.

“Can you try her? Let her know we’ll help her figure it out while this is going on.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Thanks, hermano.”

Guilt overcomes him once he hangs up and looks at you sleeping soundly, and naked, next to him. He’s betraying the closest friend he ever had and there would be no coming back from this if he found out.

✧✧✧

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Sometimes I wonder if Pedro Pascal or other actors secretly have tumblr and I panic a little

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A Study in Silver - Narcos AU Victorian London

Summary: On the day of your arranged marriage, you run, run so hard, so fast, that you don’t realise that the world around you is full of danger and risk. But when two bounty hunters save you from a gruesome fate, you start to see the world in a brighter, much more dangerous light. Author’s Notes: This was an idea that formed in my head and I couldn’t *not* write it, this will likely be a slow burn slow release as and when series, but we’ll see.

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Your heart is hammering in your chest as you try not to fidget with the opal engagement ring on your finger, a habit you had fallen into of late. It was your late mother’s and with no siblings your father had given it to Joseph, your betrothed, months ago when this whole morbid affair had started.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You swear internally, the white noise of the blood rushes through your ears as you feel the panic building in your chest. You’re vaguely aware of the seamstresses’ voices as they talk at you, but you don’t really hear them, you’re too preoccupied with the wood grain on the large oak door ahead of you, and the sound of the organ roaring to life.

“Miss?” The younger of the two seamstresses waves a hand in front of you as the other brings the mirror around to show you your reflection.

“It’s beautiful.” You say softly as you admire the lacy folds of the wide skirt, your petticoats and hoops filling out the fabric into a wide dome around your ankles. The bodice was sewn with silk and pearls that glinted in the low October sun that filtered through the stained glass windows. You realise that time is running out and you were edging closer and closer to the precipice, the point of no return where you would lose yourself to the doom of a miserable marriage.

“Can you give me a minute?” You ask the girls and they oblige, You watch them leave and immediately lock the door behind them, the wrought iron mechanism loud as it echoes through the small room at the back of the church. You immediately work at the petticoats and hoops under your skirt as you plan your escape.

I could slip out through the walled garden that the priests use.

You muse to yourself as you let the fabric of the skirt drape around your legs, it would have to do, you were already on borrowed time. There was no way you would be able to get the dress off so you unlock the door, shoes discarded and you run. The slapping of your bare feet on the stone floors was thrilling as you ripped through the halls. You hear the shocked cries of the seamstresses as you reach the door to the walled garden and you smile to yourself in triumph. The biting October air hits you like a physical blow as you wish you had found a coat but you press on.

You reach the small flowerbed at the far end of the garden and hitch your skirt up around your thighs as you clamber up and over the wall, you hear your name called as you reach the top but don’t look back as you throw yourself down the grassy embankment that led to the cemetery. You sprint as fast as your lungs allow, your corset had been laced too tightly at your father’s request which made the task more difficult.

Bastard.

You swear to yourself as you feel the temperature drop as you cross the boundary into the cemetery, you falter as the bitter chill saps at your strength. The light fades faster than is natural and you come to a complete halt at the centre of the graveyard. Your breath comes in large, frosty clouds of condensation and you feel your toes go numb against the long grass beneath your feet. You turn around to head back the way you came, as a primal fear grips at your heart, but the church was nowhere to be seen, a heavy fog had descended over the cemetery and you realise you could no longer see the gate.

“You lost there miss?” A disembodied voice floats through the fog and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up, followed closely by the hairs on your neck. The voice didn’t sound human, it sounded like a wild animal had learned to speak.

A predator.

You think morbidly as you try to make out where the voice was coming from but the fog is pressing in around you like a smog, you want to scream, to run, to hide. But you’re rooted to the spot as the cold sinks into your very bones.

“Such a pretty little bride, shame you’re no virgin, no matter, you’ll taste delicious either way.” The voice lilts from behind you and you feel the presence of a large figure behind you. The creature is too large to be human and the stench of sulphur, blood, and decay fills your nostrils as hot, oppressive breath settles over you. You whimper softly as you feel the fear eating you alive. A large clawed hand wraps around your neck from behind and it burns your flesh with a fierce intensity as long talons sink into the skin of your collarbone. You cry out at the searing pain which only makes the creature laugh, a throaty, animalistic noise as it drinks in your fear.

“Hey, asshole,” Another voice rings through the haze as tears stream down your face, the cold rivulets freezing at the frigid air, “Drop the girl.” The male, very human voice commands the creature but if anything its grip tightens, your blood flows down your chest and onto the white fabric of your bodice as the smell of burning flesh, your flesh, makes you want to puke.

“Javier what a nice surprise,” The creature growls and you shut your eyes as you try and wake up from this insipid nightmare you had fallen into, “This one’s mine, you’ll have to find your own snack.”

“I won’t say it again, last chance Ezekiel, drop her.” Javier’s voice rings out, closer this time and you plead with whatever gods would listen as you felt your consciousness slipping away, the pain too much for you to bear. Then a single, deafening gunshot rips through the cloying fog, burning hot liquid washes over you. Your eyes spring open and you see the blue-purple of the creature’s blood coating your arms.

The clawed hand falls away and you cry out at the relief from the burning pain and sharp claws in your skin. You fall to your knees and writhe as the blood stings your skin. You look up and the fog is gone, the cemetery dark now, but only as dusk had settled on the world.

“Steve!” The man, Javier, cried out to someone behind you but you’re barely able to keep up with the conversation, “She’s been marked and he bled all over her, we need to get her to Connie now.”

“On it, go get the horses.” Steve, the other man calls out as you feel him kneel next to you gently touching your knee as he uses a handkerchief to blot at some of the viscous liquid coating your skin.

“Hey there sweetheart,” His accent is American, both of them were you realise, but their accents were distinctly different, “You’re going to be ok, but that was a nasty ol’ experience to have gone through, Javi and I will look after you ok?” His voice is soothing as you nod meekly. You hear the distant whinny of horses but you don’t have the strength to hold on any longer, you fall against the American and black out unceremoniously.

***

You wake abruptly as you feel the splash of hot water on your neck. The sensation burns like acid as you cry out. You’re pinned to a table by two men you don’t recognise, one is tall and strikingly blonde with a trim moustache, the other you can’t see as your cheek is pressed against the wooden table below you. But the cold touch of the other man sends panic to your core as you thrash against their combined grip.

“Damn it, hold her down!” A female voice barks out behind you as you feel the hot splash of acid on your back and neck. It feels like your flesh is peeling away, like your whole body is shedding its skin.

“What in Hell’s name is going on?” You manage to hiss through the pain as the men pin you to the table harder this time. You feel an animalistic fury coursing through you as you try to break free but their grip was too strong.

“Hey there darlin my name’s Connie, I’m a healer, I’m making sure you don’t turn.” The woman explains but it means nothing to you.

“Turn?” You blurt out as you feel the pain subside a little.

“What the fuck happened out there?” Connie snaps at the men holding you down and you smile despite yourself as they flinch at her words.

“We were hunting Zeke and well, little runaway bride here decided to stumble straight into him.” The man who must be Javier was speaking now and you feel his cold hand grip you tightly. His accent was more affected than Steve’s it was a deeper, richer sound.

“What rotten luck, she Wyna?” Connie asks as you feel the soft press of a warm, wet towel on your shoulders. The rage began to settle in your chest as a dull ache formed in the pit of your stomach.

“She was,” Steve said with bitterness in his voice, “But I don’t think she’s going back to that world honey.”

“No, I think you’re right,” Connie sighs and you feel the frustration building in you as they talked as if you weren’t there, “Alright let her up boys, she’s as whole as she can be.”

The pressure on your arms releases immediately and you roll off the table with a groan. You had planned to spring up, grab a weapon and start demanding answers, but the lurch of your stomach betrays you as you vomit all over the front of your already blood and ichor stained dress.

“Shit.” You breathe as the taste of bile coats your tongue. A cup of hot peppermint tea appears in your vision and you take the saucer between your shaky hands. You blow on it slowly before taking a sip, realising it’s not too hot you gulp it down greedily.

“So, what’s your name hon?” Connie’s voice was soft, almost soothing as she took the cup from your hands. It takes you a second before you respond, giving your name as you look around the room. You were in a flat in London, the view to Big Ben unobscured by fog as you look out the window. The room was lined with bookcases and shelves which were stocked with jars of herbs, disembodied animal parts, along with rows of medical journals and other old folk healing tomes.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Connie, this is Steve, my husband, and that over there is Javier, you’re safe with us hon.” She says with a smile as you finally look at her. She’s beautiful and her steely blue eyes crinkled at the corners as she spoke. You turned to see Steve, you recognised him from the graveyard, then your gaze falls to Javier and your heart is in your throat.

He’s gorgeous.

You think to yourself as you take in the stoic, angry man who was leaning against the far wall, his luminous ochre eyes burning holes in you as he watches you like a wild animal. His moustache is neatly trimmed, framing his plush top lip below his strong, dignified nose. He’s wearing a navy three piece suit with a white shirt, brocade waistcoat and a gold pocket watch chain tucked into it. His shoes were polished to a blinding shine and you felt your heart flutter as he looked you up and down with a flick of his predatory eyes.

“I’m out of here.” Javier says with a growl as he stalks out of the room, the door slamming loudly behind him.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just a pain in the ass when he’s hungry.” Steve says with a grimace. You feel like you should understand what he meant, but there was so much unsaid, so much you didn’t understand about what was happening.

“Speaking of, I’ll get something sorted, Steve take her through to the spare room will you?” Connie’s tone is completely different in the absence of Javier, it’s soft, doting as she speaks to the husband she clearly loves very much. You fidget with the engagement ring on your finger and wince at the thought.

“Sure thing, come on let’s go.” Steve ushers you out into the hallway and down to the door at the end of the small passage.

“Connie’s sorted out some clothes for you, do you need me to get her to help?” He asks awkwardly, but you shake your head.

“No it’s fine, I’m probably just going to cut myself out of this,” You gesture down at the blood stained lace and sigh, “I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning.” You add and Steve frowns but doesn’t comment as you slip into the bedroom. In the confines of the small room you let out a shaky breath as you try to wrap your head around the surreal turn of events.

You slowly undress, Connie must have loosened your bodice at some point as you were able to slip out of it quickly. The skirt fell in a heap beneath you and you stand there, naked for a few moments before looking around the room.

There was a single bed against the wall to your right, a small writing desk under the shuttered window in front of you and a small closet to your left. There’s a pair of men’s riding britches on the bed with a loose white shirt draped over the top. You pull the cotton shirt on and fasten the buttons before squeezing into the tight britches. Your bare feet flex and curl through the thick rug beneath you. You notice the mirror to the right of the closet and something gnaws at the back of your mind as you remember the pain, the burning pressure on your neck and shoulders.

You sit yourself down on the bed with your eyes shut, already regretting it but you had to know. You open your eyes and you feel the blood in your veins run cold as the still open, but poulticed, wounds sit on your skin. One sat heavily on your left collarbone, four identical ones span from the far side of your right collarbone in a crescent up to the hollow of your neck. The pink smudge that lined them, showing the possessive grip of the creature was now branded onto your skin. You could see the shape of its large hand as he held you, you could still feel the burn on your skin.

“Hey there darlin,” Connie’s soft voice filters through the door as she knocks softly, “You alright in there?”

“No.” You say softly and you hear the door handle turn but you don’t react, still fixated on the very raw reminder of how close to death and mutilation you really were. Connie enters and eyes you with a sad smile as she sits next to you, her hand resting on your knee.

“I know it looks bad hon, but you’re alive, and frankly, you survived something even men like Steve and Javi have never had to live through. You’re strong hon, stronger than me, stronger than them.” She says as she squeezes you knee.

“But I look so, so,” You weep as you see how ruined you look, “sullied.”

“Darlin, you look like someone who went through Hell and came out with a singed eyebrow. I know you’re new to this stuff, but Zeke is one of the baddest, meanest Hellbeasts I’ve ever heard of. The fact you survived his touch, even if by a hairs breadth, speaks to your strength.” You smile at her encouragement, even if you still don’t really understand what was going on.

“Thank you Connie, I just don’t know how I went from running out on my own wedding to this.” You ghost your fingers along the red-pink flesh of your neck.

“Life takes us strange places at the flap of a butterfly’s wing hon, I’m just glad Javi and Steve were there.” She says as she stands, offering you her hand and you take it gladly, ready to stop lingering on the discoloured skin. You button the shirt up to the neck and try to forget about the urge to scrape your nails across the marred skin.

“So, healer, is that a fancy word for witch?” You ask nervously as you follow Connie into the dining room. The laugh she expels is like the hollow chime of a glass bell.

“That’s perceptive hon, and yes, I’m a witch, but I tend to use healer these days, less heat.” She says with a broad smile as you feel it mirrored across your own chapped, dry lips.

“So, what’s an Wyna, and why aren’t I one now?” You ask as you sit down at the modest dining table, the room a mirror of the one you had been in as Connie tended to you. But instead of books on botany and medical science, there were fiction novels, history books, and knickknacks strewn across the room.

“Asking the hard questions straight away.” Steve’s voice comes from what you assume is the kitchen to the far side of the room and you shrug at Connie not really knowing what to say.

“Well, Wyna are people who can’t see or comprehend the supernatural world,” Connie says as she sits opposite you at the table, her cool eyes trained on yours, “And Blaidd are those that can, the words come from the Welsh language, Wyna means lamb, and Blaidd is wolf, it’s not a perfect translation but it is what it is.”

“So why would I be a Blaidd now?” You ask, already half-way there but you needed some clarity.

“So when Steve blew Zeke’s head off with his claws still buried in your skin, a process called imprinting was set off, it’s a defence mechanism for daemons that forces their essence into the nearest being, you.” You nod slowly, fiddling with your ring as you listen to Connie intently.

“Then slowly the host gets brutally taken over, their mind melts away into madness until the daemon is in full control,” Steve says as he starts to set down the tray of food in front of you. The selection of meats, cheeses and fresh bread makes you salivate immediately. Connie nods approvingly as you look to her for permission. You fill your plate and begin to eat without care, without etiquette as you fill the desperate hunger in your belly. Steve sits with Connie as he plates up for himself as he watches you like a hawk.

“And you basically exist in the back of the daemon’s mind as they live seemingly forever, eating, fucking and murdering everything they please.” Connie says with a grimace, but you’re too hungry to care as you listen intently, shovelling food into your mouth like you hadn’t eaten for days. The salty meats and sharp cheeses melted on your tongue.

“So what happened, what was different for me?” You ask, curiosity piqued now you had food in you. Connie pours you a glass of wine as the front door snaps open and Javier saunters back in, plopping himself down to your left without giving you so much of a glance. He’s rough, and unkempt, like he had been in a fight, but there wasn’t so much of a scratch on him. He didn’t touch the food and Connie didn’t pour him a glass, he just sat back, his face sullen as he ignores you.

“I wish I could tell you hon, but my intervention drove out the worst of the infestation, but your body rejected it pretty damn well on its own.” Connie shrugs as she takes a sip of wine.

“So am I some kind of freak now?” You ask as you try not to rub the back of your neck, it itches and burns under the skin like a rash.

“Not exactly, you’re just more aware now, you can see the world as it truly is, you’re going to start seeing things you never could before.” Steve says as you flick your gaze between the three of them. Yet again there is something unsaid, concealed as you try to understand the whirlwind of information coming your way.

“Right, so you’re all Blaidd?” You ask as you sweep your gaze from person to person, lingering on Javier last, something about his demeanour was different, more relaxed.

“Well, I’m witch, Steve’s from a family of Blaidd Hunters and Javi’s well…” Connie trails off not wanting to finish the sentence.

“I’m a vampire, sweetheart, so keep your distance.” Javier growls at you and you nod firmly, the tone he takes with you is scolding, dismissive, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered.

“He’ll warm up to you hon, don’t worry, he hated me at first.” Steve laughs as Javier shoots him a death glare.

“I still hate you Murphy, but you’re useful.” Javier scoffs as he meets your gaze. His eyes are no longer the bright, burning ochre of before but a muted, soft chocolate brown. You mull that over slowly as you keep eye contact, not wanting to appear cowed by the vampire at the table.

“So all the fairy tales, night time horrors, they’re real?” You ask, your gaze keeps flicking back to Javier as you try to remain focused but the sharp line of his jaw, his strong angular nose, his full lips, were intoxicating.

“More or less, yes.” Steve says with a shrug as he stares you down.

“So what happens now?” You ask as you finish off your plate and drain your glass. Connie looks at Steve with a smile and he returns it in kind. Some unspoken communication passed between them and you smile at the sweet softness between them. You wanted that, someday.

“You fuck off and go marry that little brat like you were supposed to, go have some babies and all that Wyna nonsense.” Javier says flatly as he gives you a menacing look.

“Javier!” Connie scolds him but he simply shrugs.

“It’s what you humans do isn’t it?” He scoffs and you see the fire in Connie’s eyes as he speaks.

“Surely you were human once?” You ask, cutting through the tension with what was most certainly a sore topic.

“None of your business.” Javier spits at you and you feel anger blooming in your chest. There’s a burning sensation at the back of your scalp and you press our fingertips to the area, only to find it cool, but the burning in your mind doesn’t ease.

“Javier Peña, you either apologise or I will stake you to my dinner table.” Connie snaps as she stands her tone was lethal and even Javier shrinks bad a little. There’s a menacing aura rolling off Connie, it smelled like tin, copper, a metallic wave of power that made your tongue tingle.

“Jesus, sorry Connie, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” He waves a hand at you and you roll your eyes pointedly you had met so many men like him, arrogant, dangerously handsome, and he knew it.

“I need to head to bed, I’ll be out in the morning, thank you both for everything,” You address your hosts with a bright smile, “I hope you burn in the sun Javier.” You quip, no idea if it was an accurate insult but you felt good as Steve breaks out into a deep, gravelly laugh.

“That’s a myth!” Javier calls after you as you walk down the corridor to the small room at the end. You strip bare and slip under the soft sheets but you quickly throw them off, you feel like you are running a fever with how hot you were but there was no delirium, no sweating, you were just warm. There’s a nagging sensation in the back of your mind as you drift off. The ghost of Ezekiel’s gruff voice lingering at the edges of your consciousness as you slip into a restless slumber.

***

You’re roused awake as dawn breaks through the shutters and you take a moment to remember where you are as you hear the hustle and bustle of London through the window. You dress quickly into the clothes Connie had left you and fumble through the flat until you find the front door. You slip out onto the landing and down the single flight of stairs until you’re out on the street. Your bare feet relishing the cool of the stone steps.

The atmosphere of London assaults you as you step onto the cobbled streets. Every noise, smell, taste is amplified beyond what you had ever known. Your family had ventured into London often but this was a brutal assault on your senses as you tried to blink through the noise.

You prised your eyes open to look around and you gasp as the London Underworld opens up around you. Centaurs, Fawns, winged fae folk and elves inhabit the streets. Bright lights shine above you, like floating iridescent chandeliers hanging in the air without a visible anchor, as you watch the world turn to an addled fantasy before your eyes.

You step further from the building and an immediate tone shift happens before your eyes. Every non-human turns to look at you some hiss and scatter at your presence, some of the more robust creatures look at you with scorn, you shrink back, unsure of what had set everyone off. Those you guessed were Wyna ignored you as you would expect, only one woman chose to scoff at your clothing and bare feet before muttering under her breath.

“Back in the flat, now.” Javier’s sharp tone cuts through you as you look up to see the vampire staring down at you with derision. He was suddenly at your side, you jump at the unexpected presence and feel your heart rate soar.

“But I need to leave-“ You try to protest but he’s already taken you by the elbow and is directing you up the stairs. You can feel the cold, icy touch of his flesh through the shirt and you shudder. It’s blissful, sending cooling shivers across your skin but you try to remain focused. Javi was mad and you didn’t get why.

“You’re radiating malevolent energy,” Javier growls as he drags you back up to the Murphy’s flat, “The people out there are frightened.” He scolds you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“What the fuck is going on, yesterday you could barely look at me now you’re swooping in like a gallant knight of old?” You snap, wrenching your arm from his grip as you reach the door.

“Look little girl,” You bristle at the term but glare steadily up into the vampire’s eyes, “You’re a fucking abomination and you scare the rest of us. You’re one of the very few Wyna to have ever survived a daemon’s imprint. You’re volatile, we can’t trust you.”

“Fuck you Javier, I didn’t ask for this.” You hiss as you make for the stairs once more.

“No, none of us did.” He says solemnly and you pause at the bottom of the stairs.

“So what, I’m some freak amongst freaks that will have to live in the shadows, hidden away like a cursed object, never to see the light of day again?” You bark without turning, the rage in your chest is building, you wish you had just gone through with the wedding, surely an unhappy marriage would be better than this. There’s a feral joy to your rage you had never felt before, it was like a hot poker. You wanted to touch it, tap into it, fuel it, but you were scared of the burn.

“I- I don’t know.” Javier finishes weakly as he keeps his distance. You turn to face him and the look on his face makes your chest flutter, it’s vulnerable, weak. You like it.

“So what will it be? Keep me confined to my quarters like a leper or release my chaos onto the world? What would you have me do?” You beg him. The frustration of the last two days boiling over as you finally start to realise just how fucked up everything is. The hot poker is closer in your mind, you just had to reach out a little further and take it.

“Come with me.” Javier says softly, his voice barely more than a whisper as he looks down at his shoes.

“Where?” You snap back, so utterly overwhelmed.

“Do you trust me?” He asks earnestly but you scoff.

“No, not at all.” You hiss and his full lips spread into a genuine smile.

“Good, keep hold of that distrust, trust no-one, except the Murphy’s they’re a rare breed.” Javier says with a warm note to his tone that makes you smile.

He’s attached to them.

You think as you step away from the top of the stairs and turn to face Javier, your eyes roving over the dishevelled look from the night before. You were never usually so quickly infatuated but the darkness, the danger, the hunger in your soul was drawn to the vampire in front of you.

“So what now? What’s your plan?” You ask as you slowly drag your eyes over him again, you want to feel the cold press of his flesh on yours once more, you were running hot still and the cold, stony press of his flesh on yours was a delightful thing to imagine.

“I don’t know, but you’re a time bomb, and I can’t have you staying with the Murphy’s.” He grumbles and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not going to hurt the Murphy’s Javier, I’d never even dream of it.” You retort as you square up against him. You smell the soft fragrance of lavender, lamp oil and blood on his shirt as you breathe him in.

“I want to believe you,” Javier breathes as he looks down at you with a desperate hunger in his eyes, “But you’re Marked, there’s every chance Ezekiel is lingering back there, waiting to break through and consume you.”

“I give you permission to end me if I go feral.” You breathe as you try to ignore the urge to reach up and touch his face. The promise of cool skin against the burn of yours was tantalising.

“You’re an enigma,” He grumbles as he runs his one hand through his thick locks the other resting on his hip, “Your family really think you were pliable enough to marry someone you couldn’t stand?” He asks and your eyes go wide as you realise he knew much more about you than you did of him.

“My dad’s a traditionalist, he assumed if I was pushed into a marriage I would say yes. It’s a woman’s duty after all to get married and procreate.” You scoff and Javier chuckles softy.

“But you don’t agree?” Javier asks.

“Children, marriage, it’s all a man’s fantasy. I just want to read, to learn, to experience the world unburdened, at least in the short time I’ll have to do it all.” You shrug and Javier’s mouth twitches up in amusement.

“You realise that you’re no longer strictly mortal, right?” He asks with a smirk as he studies your face.

“What do you mean?” You ask, incredulous as you look up into his caramel brown eyes. It was his turn to make you squirm. He traces his index finger along your jaw, the cold trail he left on your skin was soothing yet made you tremble as it sent sparks along your skin.

“The fire under your skin, the ache in your chest, the rage that’s burning inside you, that’s Hellfire, it’s part of you now.” He says slowly as he presses his palm against your forehead. The icy skin soothing as you lean into him. You let out a heady breath as your chest beats furiously against your rib cage. The touch was innocuous, mundane, but it was oddly intimate as you chased his cool flesh with your body.

“I can hear it in your elevated heartbeat, feel it on my skin, taste it in on my tongue when you get too close,” He says as he lets his hand fall to your throat. His grip is like a vice, your back hits the corridor wall and you snarl at the impact, “I should end you now, snap that delicate little neck, and rid this world of your tainted soul.” He purrs into your ear as he runs his thumb across your throat. Your eyes close tightly as you try to squirm under him but he’s strong. There’s something embarrassingly hot about the way he held you like this, but then his grip tightens and arousal is replaced with white hot fear. Your stomach sinks as you struggle feebly against him.

“Javier.” You choke out as you feel your windpipe crushing beneath his cool hand. The poker burns brightly behind your eyelids as you fight against Javier’s grip.

“You can kill me, go on, let the Hellfire take control, rip me apart.” Javier squeezes tighter as he taunts you. You feel the scrape of sharp fangs on your shoulder, two pin sharp pricks against your flesh as you feel his tongue dart across the blood that had begun to weep from the punctured skin.

“No,” You wheeze, barely audible as you cast away the red hot iron from your mind, instead you bring your hand up to Javier’s wrist and squeeze it gently. His grip falters a little and you suck in as much air as his still iron-clad grip will allow, “If I’m that dangerous then do it Javi, rid the world of me.” You whisper, some part of you was calling out his bluff hoping beyond measure that you would survive this fraught encounter. But there was another, quieter part of your mind thinks it would be the easy way out, to stop this nightmare before it continued any further.

“Interesting,” Javier breathes as he abruptly releases you, “That should have sent you into a frenzy, but you resisted, very interesting indeed.” He muses seemingly to himself as he steps back, running his tongue along the blood smattered on his bottom lip as he runs his hand over his moustache in thought. Your hands move up to your neck to assess the damage his hand had left but to your surprise the skin was firm, unharmed.

“I shouldn’t be able to speak, let alone breathe.” You hiss as you take in steady, easy breaths. Your windpipe doesn’t feel damaged, or even remotely strained.

“Being infested with a fraction of a daemon soul comes with some benefits, you’re a lot harder to kill than most Blaidd, let alone Wyna, stronger too. But I will make it my personal mission to destroy you if you so much as harm a hair on the Murphy’s heads.”

“Deal,” You say, holding out your hand to shake, Javier eyes it cautiously for a moment before taking it in his firm grip, “Oh and you pull shit like this again without cause, I’ll be sure to make you pay for it.” You say silkily as you tighten your grip on his. He smirks down at you and leans down to your ear, just above where he had tasted you. You shudder pleasantly as his cool lips brush your lobe.

“That’s only fair, but any time you fancy my fangs in your neck again, let me know, you taste divine.” He sneers, the arousal you had been trying to ignore came bubbling up to the surface as you realise how turned on you were.

“You’ll have to work harder than sweet words and sultry tones to get that close to me again.” You snap and he grins down at you.

“Of course, I’ll be good.” He drawls. You roll your eyes and head back to the Murphy’s apartment. The gnaw of arousal throbbing against the tight britches. You scurry back into your room to flop down on the unmade bed and smile, things were awful, but there seemed like there was hope, and you needed it.

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Javi appoints Astrid his little helper elf on Christmas Eve Warnings: secular Christmas themes (i.e. gift giving, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, etc.), mild sexual content, language, mention of alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, mention of spousal/parent death Words: 3k A/N: This takes place during the time skip in Casa Werewolf Chapter 9

“There’s so much snow!” Bo yells for the dozenth time from the backseat of the car as Javi drives up the winding road.

“At least a meter, right, Mama?” Tallulah guesses.

You smile. “I’m not sure there’s quite that much, but there might be soon if it keeps snowing like this.”

“How much longer?” Astrid asks, whole face smushed against the glass of the window, her breath fogging it up.

“We’re almost there,” Javi promises. “You should be able to see the house soon.”

This is his first Christmas with you and your triplets and he couldn’t be more excited. He’s brought you all to his Swiss chalet for the school break. It’s quiet and private, the perfect place for a werewolf-filled holiday that your family deserves.

“Do you remember seeing snow before?” you ask, turning around in your seat to look at the kids.

Astrid ponders. “Maybe.”

Bo shakes his head. “Just from the pictures.”

“Mama’s got pictures of us when we were really little in the snow,” Tallulah informs Javi. “It was before Daddy died.”

He smiles at her in the rearview mirror. “Those are very special pictures.”

“We’ll show you when we get back home.”

“Are we gonna take new pictures?” Astrid pipes up hopefully.

You smile, reaching back to stroke her hair. “Of course, as many as you want.”

“Is this the kinda snow you raced in as a puppy?” Bo asks.

Your smile grows childlike and mischievous. “Yep! Powdery, so you’ve got some traction.” Then, you turn to Javi. “When I was a pup, me and my siblings would spend hours racing each other in the snow. The deeper, the better, because it forced you to get creative. My tactic was digging tunnels so I could keep plowing ahead instead of using all the energy bouncing up and down.”

He laughs, loving the idea of you as a little kid and puppy. “I bet you beat them.”

“I did!”

A moment later, Javi turns a bend and the chalet comes into view: a cozy two-story house made of spruce with the classic gently sloping roof and lots of windows. “There it is, niños!”

There is a mad dash to get inside, mainly because you insist that the children help unload the car before they’re allowed to play.

“Your room is on the left,” Javi calls as they practically run each other over in their haste to get upstairs. When he’d known you were coming, he’d had a triple bunkbed put in the larger room.

“I want the top!” Bo’s claim travels down the staircase.

“No, me!” Tallulah argues.

Meanwhile, you’re staring in delight at the big, open room, bedecked for Christmas. In one corner, a tall tree glitters with twinkling lights, glass ornaments, and tinsel. Garland drapes over the fireplace mantle and large, knitted stockings hang below it, one for each one of you.

An advent calendar hangs on one wall, marking the day as December 24. Juniper and berry sprigs fill vases. A cheerful American-style Santa figurine sits on the top of a bookshelf with his reindeer.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s gorgeous! The house, the decorations. Perfect.”

From upstairs, Tallulah yells, “I got there first!”

You grimace at Javi. “You might regret spending the whole week with us all alone here.”

“Never! I promise, any chaos and drama that those three bring can’t compare to my own family. If I was at my mama’s, I would be refereeing my great-aunts arguing over whose dentures are more uncomfortable. I promised this is preferable to that.”

You let out a snort-giggle of disbelief. “That does not happen.”

“It does! See this.” He points at a small scar on his left forearm. “Tía Carmen bit me with hers when she thought I’d sided with Tía Paulina. Vicious.”

Laughing, you bend to kiss the spot. “Poor baby,” you coo mockingly. Then, you shake your head. “I can’t believe we’re here, in Switzerland, for Christmas, on vacation!”

He chuckles, pulling you close to him. “How long has it been since you had a vacation?”

“God,” you ponder. “Not since Ivan and I first got married. We didn’t have enough money once we had the babies. Not to mention, it’s very hard to take a vacation with three unreliable werewolf pups. By the time they were more in control of their shifts, he’d passed.

Javi’s more determined than ever to make this an amazing rest for you. “You are long past due. For the next week, all you need to do is eat, sleep, sled, and play.”

You give him a kiss that ends with a gentle nip on his bottom lip that immediately makes him weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to play with you later,” you whisper.

He can only manage to mumble something incoherent, using all his willpower not to whisk you up to the big, plush bed that’s waiting.

A stampede behind him returns him to his senses. Three fluffy werewolf pups charge down the stairs, paws too large for their bodies slipping and sliding on the polished wood.

“You are not to go outside the fence,” you say firmly. “And as soon as it starts to get dark, your little butts need to be inside. If you smell anything larger than a rabbit, come back immediately. Understand?”

They bark their acknowledgement before scrambling for the back door. You cross to unlock and open it. They dive headfirst into the drifts of snow, disappearing completely.

He laughs as their heads pop up and down as they hop along towards the vast expanse of mountain yard.

“Ah, some peace and quiet,” you sigh happily. “They’ll probably be out there until supper.”

Javi kisses you again. “I’m going to light a fire and make us something warm to drink. You just relax.”

For the next hour, you and Javi cuddle on a nest of furs in front of the fire, drinking hot mulled cider and watching one of his favorite Spanish Christmas movies.

At one point, he glances down at you and finds that you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles, cocooning you in the furs. It’s not lost on him how much you trust him that you’re able to fall asleep while your children are playing outside and you’re in a new place.

It’s also an excellent opportunity to sort through the Christmas presents he brought.

Although Javi grew up on the Spanish tradition of the Three Kings bringing gifts in early January, he wants to honor your cultural tradition of Christmas Eve gifts.

After carefully disentangling from you, he heads upstairs with two suitcases full of presents to your room. There, he unzips the tops to double-check everything is there.

The question is, should he put them under the tree now or wait until right before midnight, when he’ll be rousing everyone to open them? Will their allure excite or torture the kids?

“What are you doing?” Astrid’s little voice startles him and he spins around, seeing her bundled in the plush robes he left by the backdoor for when the pups returned.

Then, she gasps, eyes growing huge, when spots the gifts. “Christmas presents!” She rushes over to the bed and bounces up and down. “There are so many! Can we open them?”

Definitely would be better to wait to put them out if she’s already wanting to open them.

Smiling coyly, he says, “I’m just holding onto these for Papá Noel.”

Astrid rolls her eyes. “Santa doesn’t exist.”

Javi slaps a hand against his chest, scandalized. “How could you say such a thing?”

“I’m eight,” she says like he’s the world’s biggest dumbass. He’d have expected such a response from Tallulah, who sees herself as a mini adult, but it makes him a little sad that even Astrid doesn’t believe in the mythical man.

Wait… if werewolves are real, does that mean Santa Claus might be real?

He’s distracted by her shaking more presents. “Stop using your wolf ears to try to guess.”

Then, it suddenly occurs to him that he didn’t hear her come inside. The house is too silent for Tallulah and Bo to be in it, so she must be alone.

“Where are your brother and sister?”

Her face falls. “Out racing. I got tired. And I couldn’t ever win. I’m not fast enough. I hate being the littlest!”

He crouches in front of her, pulling her into a hug. “That’s hard. But, you know what? You’re the sneakiest. I didn’t even hear you come in. And you didn’t wake your mama up. There’s no way the other two would be that quiet.”

Astrid perks up. “Yeah! I’m way sneakier than they are. They always gotta yell or crash into stuff. Not me.” She stands on her tiptoes, silently scuttling across the wood floor with a positively wicked smile on her face that makes him laugh.

It also gives him an idea. “Let’s just say Santa exists. Doesn’t he usually have a helper? A little elf?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.

“It’s an awful lot for him to have to come all the way up this mountain, so I’ve offered to put out the presents and save him the trip. Since you’re so good at being quiet, you’d be the perfect elf to assist me.”

Puffing up with pride, she beams. “I can help!”

He grins. “Okay, so we’re going to keep it a secret from Bo and Lulls. You’ll all go to bed when Mama says and then I’ll wake you up and we’ll sneak everything downstairs. How’s that sound?”

Astrid nods vehemently, practically vibrating with excitement at her new responsibility.

She clamors onto the bed and peers into a stuffed suitcase. “Oh, that one’s mine!” She snatches it up and shakes the square package. No sound comes from it. “Can I open it? As payment for being an elf?”

He pulls the gift from her hand, biting back a laugh. “Being an elf is voluntary.”

She pouts as he returns the box to the spot and zips the suitcase up.

“Go get dressed. Then, we’ll start cooking our Christmas Eve feast!”

The rest of the afternoon and evening pass in a blur. Bo and Tallulah return from their racing before everyone helps Javi heat up the delicious Christmas Eve feast that’d been prepared. Entremeses piled high with blood sausage, manchego cheese, crusty bread, olives, and pickles. Then, creamy soup, roast lamb and potatoes, followed by shortbread cookies and chocolate cake.

You and Javi practically have to roll the children up the stairs to put them to bed, they’re so stuffed and sleepy. He briefly wonders if he shouldn’t wake Astrid early, but, as he tucks her into one of the bottom bunks, she whispers in his ear, “When are you gonna wake me up?”

Smiling, he breathes back, “Half an hour before midnight.”

She grins at him before snuggling down to sleep.

You and he close the door behind you and you say softly, “You’ve really made Astrid happy asking her to be your elf.”

“It’ll be much more fun to play Papá Noel with a helper,” he chuckles.

“You know,” you purr, “we’ve got a couple hours and I’ve always wanted to kiss Santa Claus.”

He smirks, deepening his voice, “Ho ho ho!”

Thirty minutes to midnight, Javi creeps into the children’s bedroom. All three are breathing deeply, sound asleep. He presses a kiss to Astrid’s forehead before murmuring, “Astrid.”

Her big eyes flutter open and she immediately sits up excitedly. “Is it time?”

“It’s time.”

She tiptoes with him out of the room and downstairs, where he’s set out the suitcases near the tree. There’s also a pile of gifts that you’d brought that include some for him that you absolutely refuse to give him hints about.

“How do you think we should arrange the gifts?” he asks.

She hums. “The biggest ones on the bottom. Then, the other ones can stack on those. But I don’t think we should sort them by person because then, if someone has a smaller pile, they’ll be sad.”

“Very wise,” Javi agrees, although you and he made sure each kid got the exact same amount of presents.

Astrid begins pulling out each gift, setting them in piles by size. She pauses every time she reads her name on the tag and scrutinizes it. Javi’s glad he allowed a full half hour for this task because she’s in no hurry.

“These gotta go under first,” she orders, pointing at the largest packages. “Also, we gotta hide some in the back so we can be surprised when we think there’s no more presents and there still are some!”

Grabbing a long box with a scooter addressed to herself, she heaves it to the back of the tree. “That one’s got wheels, doesn’t it?”

Javi was sure he’d padded them properly, but it’s damn hard to fool Wolves. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

She humphs, going to a pile and picking up a small, flattish gift that was for him. “Well, you’ll have to wait and see what this one is. It’s from me to you.”

He bites back a chuckle as she clutches his gift to her chest with one hand and shoves at a bike for Bo with the other. It’s the heaviest gift and the only reason she’s making any progress is because she has werepup strength.

“Need some help?”

“No,” she says confidently, inching it along the floor.

Javi grabs Tallulah’s skateboard and sets it by the scooter. That’s when there’s the sharp sound of glass breaking behind him.

“Oh no!” Astrid whimpers.

He turns around to see her kneeling by his gift, which she must have dropped. Her face crumples as she starts to cry.

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, moving to embrace her. “Accidents happen.”

The sound of her tears hastens you from where you’d sequestered yourself in the bedroom while they played Santa. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I dropped Javi’s present and…” But she’s sobbing too hard for the rest of the sentence to be intelligible.

You crouch next to her and Javi, gently picking up the still-wrapped gift, which tinkles softly as it’s moved. “This isn’t a big deal,” you reassure, stroking her hair.

She clenches her fists, eyes now angry and amber, as she grinds out, “I can’t even be a good elf! I can’t be good at anything!”

Javi’s heart aches at this self-condemnation.

You cup her cheeks. “That’s a really hard thing to feel, that you’re not good enough. And, even if you feel that way, it doesn’t make it true.”

“I just wanted to be a good elf!”

“But you are, mi amor! Look at how organized everything is.” He gestures at the piles of presents. “We’re going to have a very stable stack under the tree where nobody feels left out. That’s something you’re very good at: making everyone feel included.”

She turns those wet, golden eyes to him, hope slowly seeping into them. “I guess that’s true. I do that at school, too. If somebody’s sitting alone, I’ll sit with them so they don’t feel lonely.”

You smile warmly at her. “You have a very kind heart.” Then, you hold up the gift. “And this isn’t ruined, sweetie. The most important part isn’t what broke. We can replace that part.”

Astrid wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve. “We can?”

“Of course.”

“But I wanted him to open it tonight,” she sighs.

“Do you want him to peek now and then he can reopen it later?”

Astrid nods, turning to Javi. “But be careful, you don’t heal like we do if you cut yourself.”

“I’ll be careful,” he promises, setting the present down on the floor and gently opening it.

A lump forms in his throat. It’s a framed photo of the first group shot you, he, Tallulah, Bo, and Astrid took together during a day at the beach. The first picture of the five of you as a family.

“I love it!” he whispers hoarsely.

Astrid’s whole face lights up at his reaction and she locks her arms around his neck. “I’m glad it’s not ruined.”

He hugs her tightly. “You, your mama, Bo, and Tallulah being here is the greatest present I could ever have.”

She pulls back, making a face. “You sound like a Christmas movie dad.”

Javi chuckles, his hand finding yours and linking your fingers. “I do, don’t I?”

You wink at him and he grins.

Hopping to her feet, Astrid says, “It’ll be midnight soon, we gotta hurry!”

Javi nods, pushing himself up. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Do you want me to help?” you ask.

Astrid shakes her head. “Santa and Elf only.”

And thanks to her excellent direction and efforts, all the gifts are distributed around the tree two minutes before midnight.

“It’s so pretty!” she beams.

The brightly colored wrapping papers glimmer with the glow of the fire and the twinkle of the lights, and Javi has to agree— it really is pretty.

You stand, pulling your phone out of your pajama pocket. “Stand by the tree, you two, so we can document Santa and Elf’s fine work!”

Javi and Astrid stand by the tree, gesturing at it proudly.

“Can I go wake up Lulls and Bo now?” Astrid asks eagerly.

“You sure can!”

Giving up all stealth, Astrid bound up the stairs, flings open the kids’ bedroom door, and bellows, “IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

Javi wraps his arms around you. “You know I meant what I said, about you four being the greatest gift I could ask for.”

You lean into him. “The same goes for us, having you.” Then, your eyes drift to the tree with mild disapproval. “Maybe I should have told you that sooner, before you went overboard.”

He scoffs. “That wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“Not all of those things are going to fit in our apartment.”

He shrugs, unconcerned. “The overflow can stay at my place.”

Laughing, you give him a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Papá Noel.”

“Merry Christmas, mi luz,” he smiles. Then, a nagging question returns. “If werewolves are real, do you think Santa is, too?”

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Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: Papá Noel - Santa Claus/Father Christmas Three Kings - the Three Wise Men from the birth story of Jesus; in many places in Spain, they bring gifts to children on January 6 and are celebrated with feasts and festivals niños - kids mi amor - my love mi luz - my light entremeses - Spanish charcuterie board, with foods like sausages, cheeses, pickles

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chaoticgeminate · 1 year

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Cloud Nine (i)

Summary: Returning home to Paldea to retire, after living a life known as the "Champion of Champions" brings you back to an old friend -now a new love- with dark secrets who need your help.

Pairing: Javi G x f!Reader

Rating: T (Any smut is going to be implied only)

Notes/Warnings: Nothing major, this story is going to be fairly light hearted, though I will be using some of the wild Pokédex entries as reference for a few scenes.

Written for @yearofcreation2023

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You had to look around, both in awe and feeling nostalgic, as you stared up at Uva Academy for the first time in a long time. Director Clavell waved and you couldn’t help but smile at the man as you made your way over. It had been decades since you’d been a student here, since you’d first set out on your journey to be a Pokémon Master, and it felt fitting that this was where you’d retire too.

“Ah, the youngest Paldean Champion returns home. How has it been, traveling the world and taking on the other gym challenges?” Standing beside him now, remembering when this man was so much taller than you, it was a wonder he was still in charge; but you supposed that there was a difference in how hard a career was when comparing a desk position to camping out under the stars all the time.

“I won’t lie and say it’s been a cake walk, because it hasn’t been, but it has been rewarding. I’ve met so many incredible people, worked alongside the strongest Pokémon partners, and learned so much about the history of the world as a whole and not just one region in particular.” There wasn’t a moment of regret for leaving the house at ten and never looking back, for graduating Uva and taking off into the vast world, and your mother had been a teary eyed mess in the airport when you’d first gotten back.

“I managed to keep your return a secret from the press, Iono in particular was quite eager to get her turn battling you and try to impress her viewers, but soon enough the reporters will be everywhere.” The reminder made you cringe a little, it had only gotten really bad after your win in Galar against Mustard since the region made the Pokémon League into a massive spectator sport, but after that you’d arrived to newer regions with camera crews waiting for you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected it, being so young stacking Championship after Championship, but it had been a circus to navigate.

“Now you understand why I refused to stay in the cities and just chose to camp out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Quite, I can’t begin to imagine the crowd that would be waiting for you as soon as you exited your hotel room for the night. I’ve taken that into consideration and many of the Professors talk about it when students show interest in the League here in Paldea.”

“That’s good, they should be armed with the warning, I know I was wholly unprepared to arrive in Kanto and get bombarded with press right off the ferry.” You laughed because you’d been twelve and reckless and had a Corviknight able to fly you out of that situation immediately, leaving the press behind in a whirlwind of salty air and sand with the take-off, and it was a clip that made an appearance in most interviews.

“Your soon-to-be challenger is excited to get her chance at facing you, once she finishes her Treasure Hunt and lessons of course, Chairwoman Geeta has claimed to see a lot of potential in her.” You nodded and followed Director Clavell down the walkway into town, spotting Uva students everywhere talking about the goal of their Treasure Hunt, it was refreshing to see kids pursuing Pokémon breeding and researching jobs; some discussing Paldean historical myths and others gallantly discussing pursuing becoming nurses and officers.

But each child was passionate about it, even the ones that seemed unsure, and that was the biggest relief of all to you; you had seen a lot in your travels, including kids forced to pursue roles they weren’t so sure on taking as their own future, it was nice to come home where kids were encouraged to pursue their own futures for the most part.

“I encourage you to come by as often as you’d like, the students would likely enjoy guest appearances by the Champion -and maybe former Champion by this season’s League closure- if you’d be willing.”

“I’ll consider it, Director. The goal is retirement, after all, and I plan to spend some time kicking back and relaxing for at least the first few years. I’m going to switch my team out and get my things into my apartment first though, see you.” You went to the Pokémon Center on the west side of the city, the outdoor centers were a massive change from the buildings in the other regions -you actually preferred those since they offered free beds for travelers- but as you booted up the PC you had to ignore the sudden sound of surprise from a few of the kids nearby.

You made quick work of grabbing your original team, Professor Rowan had been more than willing to allow them to live in his vast fields of land to study the regional forms and how they differed, you’d reached out to him to have them transferred back to your PC and they were right there waiting for you. After trading your party out, sending Professor Rowan a message that he could take the last six and move them to his property, you glanced at the kids streaming you on their Rotom Phones and resisted the urge to sigh. While you’d certainly expected the public eye to always be watching you would have hoped, by now, that your comments about privacy when traveling would have made someone understand your need for anonymity.

Waving to them, to be polite, you called out Wheels -your Cyclizar- and greeted him happily before you were off to get away from prying eyes. You had opted not to tell the Director that your apartment wasn’t here in Mesagoza, just in case he accidentally mentioned something to the soon to arrive swarm of reporters, heading toward Cortondo instead. The little town had been your first League Victory, the new Gym Leader Katy was still a younger kid when you’d beaten the former Cortondo Gym Leader Dominique, so it was strange seeing a Gym Leader younger than you were even if it made sense.

The little town was just as cozy as ever, smelling like fresh bread and olives, but your eyes landed on a face you hadn’t seen in years.

Javi looked as good as he always had, his bouncy curls no longer wild and unruly from constantly grabbing at them or running his hand through them, and his smile brightened the moment he saw you too. Wheels’ gallop became a skidding stop through the dirt and the dragon Pokémon let you get off his back before he closed the gap to shower Javi in affection, it was sweet to watch, and once Wheels was finished you called him back and found yourself being caged into a tight hold.

“Welcome home, I hate to say the video calls just are not the same.” Javi’s voice was warbly and you knew he was going to start tearing up, your arms immediately wrapped around him as you nodded against him and buried your face into the fabric of his shirt. You used to describe his scent as sunshine, as something warm and fresh and comforting, and it certainly still was but now that was an underlying muskiness to it that just reminded you how you’d both grown up from being kids.

“They are not, that’s for sure, I’m so happy to be back. You said you got my place handled?” Javi nodded against your shoulder and you hated that you didn’t want to let him go, you had truly missed him for more than just him being your best friend, but since he hadn’t told you about recent romantic partners you didn’t know if there would be someone who might get jealous of you clinging to him. When you loosened your hold Javi did the same and he rubbed at his wet eyes, smiling still so you knew they were happy tears at least, and his soft laugh made you hand him your handkerchief.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m just so happy you’re home. Come, let me show you.” Instead of entering one of the few small apartment buildings in Cortondo you ended up following Javi to a flying taxi and letting him take you to Cascarrafa, with the two of you talking about the suite he’d gotten you instead since it offered a much higher level of privacy and security. It was a nice place and you knew he’d definitely added on to your meager furniture purchases when you walked in and saw the art prints on the walls, the statues, and the stocked kitchen.

“I know I told you that I’d be fine settling anywhere, but why Cascarrafa?”

“Easy answer, I’m selfish and live here too, I wanted you close.”

Javi’s confession was not without something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat and your face feel warm, you found yourself nodding and looking away from his face at the intensity in his expression.

“Is… is there anyone who might be jealous? That I’m going to be so close to you?” As you’d gotten older and met new people you had your fair share of partners, and you knew Javi had too, but all of them had tried to convince you to give up your ambitions and wanderlust to stay and you’d walked away from all of them. At the time you hadn’t put much thought into the why, you had wanted to travel and see the world instead of become chained down to a place, but now you knew that your heart had been waiting for you to come home.

“No, there isn’t, because nobody I found myself caring for came close to making me as happy as you do. None of them encouraged my adventures, my dreams, or let me be who I am without trying to change me; this whole time I told myself that I could find someone but I always knew I was waiting for you.” His confession made your face warm more, you felt like you might float away, and when Javi tipped your chin up so gently you went willingly.

It was a soft kiss, a chaste one, and like something out of a story book with how your chest exploded with Cutieflies. Javi’s big brown eyes were warm and affectionate as you parted, just resting your foreheads together to giggle in sheer delight, and then he was slotting his mouth to yours as one of your hands buried itself in his curls and the two of you stumbled blindly toward your new bed.

Javi had invited you to spend the day with him at the olive farm and you couldn’t help but grin as you two walked together, racing ahead of you were both of your first Pokémon -a pair of Eevee, his was a rare coloration and yours was not- just enjoying the sunshine of Paldea. Arizona -his Eevee- and Poe -your Eevee- came from the same Pokémon breeder from different pairs and had evidently been believed to be a bonded pair, when Javi’s father had purchased Arizona he’d planned to give Poe to Javi’s cousin Lucas until the other young man refused the offer and demanded something else. Javi had given Poe to you instead with his parent’s approval, since you’d gone to the same schools and been friends since your toddler ages.

Seeing the two of them together again truly made it feel like home.

“So, not to bring up something unpleasant, but why haven’t I seen Lucas around?” Javi’s cousin was not a kind man, he could fake it sometimes and he could be polite but Lucas was never kind with any sincerity. You had never gotten along with him, he would constantly belittle you for being from a ‘poor’ family and try to claim you weren’t going to amount to anything.

“Lucas has been handling other affairs for the family, I do not know when he’ll return.” The answer didn’t tell you much but there had always been something… off about Javi’s family. You hadn’t ever been able to explain it, honestly, but Javi was kind and genuine so you’d never thought twice about things like that growing up. Now, however, that you’d seen more of the world and grown up a lot -and potentially would get involved if this thing between you and Javi continued to blossom- you knew it was time to ask these questions.

“Oh? Is it- is he okay?” The way his tone had gotten tighter, something between nerves and annoyance, had you worried.

“Yes, yes he’s okay it’s just… complicated.” Your brows rose and you knew, that he knew, you wanted an explanation. Javi all but tugged you off the path and away from prying ears and eyes, a few whistles from the employees tending the trees might have made you roll your eyes if it was actually for intimate reasons that he wanted you out of sight. Javi glanced around when the pair of you stopped finally, the open area empty of anyone that might overhear what you were saying.

“Have you heard that recently there have been reports of thieves in Paldea, members of Team Rocket have begun making an appearance?” You hadn’t actually heard that, shaking your head gently and frowning, you had gone against Giovanni and won -he should definitely be in prison with the other leaders of the various organizations that you’d defeated throughout the years- so you were under the belief that Team Rocket had been dissolved. Javi sighed and began pacing, looking so upset that you captured his hand in both of yours, making him look at you.

“Tell me what’s going on, Javi.” His eyes met yours and you couldn’t shake that he looked afraid, he looked sad and afraid and it wasn’t ever an expression you wanted to see on him.

“My family has been slowly building back Team Rocket here in Paldea, Lucas is stealing and illegally selling Pokémon, I only learned this when father decided I was old enough to know the truth in my mid twenties, but because I am friends with you he decided Lucas would handle that side of the business while I ran the Olive Groves as the face of the family. I’ve tried many times to tell someone, anyone, the truth but Lucas’ influence runs deeper into the officers than I thought. He- he tried to steal Arizona from me and threatened to have you killed if I didn’t comply.”

Your blood ran cold through your veins before it ignited into a fury of heat, anger at being used to force Javi to comply to what he clearly didn’t want to do and knowing that he was put into this impossible situation to begin with, and Javi looked like a kicked Yamper as he waited for your reply.

“Thank you for telling me the truth, I’m going to have to figure out how much of the League and the Academy is corrupted, but Javi I promise you that I’m going to get you out of this mess. I will not allow the man I love to be held prisoner by his own family, nor will I allow them to use my life as a means of control.” His relief was clear as day and Javi kissed you so chastely, so softly, with gratitude that you made a vow that you’d set him free for good.

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katareyoudrilling · 25 days

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The Sweepstakes: Javi Gutierrez (Porn Star AU)

Series: The Sweepstakes

Pairing: Porn star Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Summary: It seemed like a great idea at the time, but now you’re not sure you’re brave enough to claim your sweepstakes prize.

Word count: ~3.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: reader is a full-figured gal, vague body descriptions, body insecurity, some ass smacks, ass worship, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV (there is paperwork)

A/N: Huge thank you to @burntheedges for all her help with this! Javi is a new character for me as is some of the subject matter I’m writing about. I hope I’ve done both justice! Spanish translations are at the end, but everything should be able to be understood in line with context. I hope you enjoy!

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“There’s a kitchen to the left and a bathroom here,” Erin opens a door to show you a spacious full bath. “The production room is at the end of this hall, which is where I will be if you need anything.”

You nod along and follow her down the hall.

“And of course, here is the room where you’ll be doing your scene!” She opens the double doors with a flourish.

It’s so… bright in there. Is it always that bright?

You look around the large bedroom. A bedroom you are very familiar with, as it is where your favorite porn production company films many of their videos.

You wrap your arms around your torso, feeling exposed even though you’re still fully clothed.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You entered a sweepstakes you never expected to win. You saw the ad after a particularly satisfying session with your vibrator. It said, “Enter to win a night with your favorite performer!”

Your favorite performer had just given you a fantastic orgasm. In your dopamine haze it seemed like the best idea you’d ever had. You’ve never had an orgasm with a partner, but he gets you there every time. Could he do it in person?

The “he” in question was none other than Javi Gutierrez. The friendliest porn star there ever was. Sunshine incarnate. You wondered and then you clicked submit.

Now, seeing the room in person, faced with the reality of the large bed and sunlight filtering through the curtains… your brilliant idea doesn’t seem so brilliant anymore.

Erin leads you into the room and continues, “Since you’ve opted not to be filmed, we have removed all the cameras except one.” She gestures towards a tripod in the corner. “The lens cap is on though, it’s just for sound. We will be monitoring the feed just to be sure everyone is safe.”

“I… I don’t know… if I can do this,” you choke out, your breaths coming faster and faster as panic builds in your chest.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Erin places her hands on your shoulders and captures your darting gaze. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you just want to meet Javi and call it a night, that is completely fine. He really is the sweetest.” She smiles at you, and you let out a long exhale, allowing your shoulders to relax slightly.

“He won’t be upset?”

“Upset? No. Our performers are all very aware of how intimidating this is and would never judge anyone for backing out, Javi especially. I know he is excited to meet you, though.”

“Me? Why?” That’s just ridiculous. One of the most beautiful men in existence is excited to meet jiggly, squishy you?

“He’s excited to meet everyone, all the time, but we did show him your photo and tell him a little about you from your paperwork. I believe his exact word was deliciosa.” She winks.

Delicious? What? Javi is always so complimentary to his scene partners, telling them how beautiful they are and how good they feel, but none of his scene partners look like you.

“What do you think? Want to meet him?” Erin asks you gently.

You nod. “Yeah, I guess.” If Javi is who you think he is, then he will at least be friendly and kind.

“I’ll send him in in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable and remember, we are here for you, however you want this evening to go.” She leaves the room, closing the doors behind her.

You face the bed, the space you’ve traveled to in your mind so many times now real in front of you. You’ll just meet him, and it will be fine. So what if you’ll never know what it’s really like to be with him. So what if this once in a lifetime opportunity passes you by.

You hear the doors open behind you and quickly turn around only to be blinded by the gorgeousness that is Javi Gutierrez.

He’s wearing a white tank top that shows off his broad, muscular shoulders, lightly freckled from the sun, and loose linen pants that hang low on his hips, revealing a thin slice of tummy and happy trail. His skin positively glows in the setting sun. His hair falls softly in ringlets of brown and gold around his handsome face.

“Hello, I am Javi.” He introduces himself with a wide smile and open arms. You allow him to gather you into his broad chest, too stunned that this is happening to even introduce yourself properly. You mumble your name against him.

His scent fills your nostrils—citrus and the ocean breeze—and you breathe it in greedily. Too soon he lets you go and steps back. A look of deep concern fills his chocolate brown eyes as he considers you carefully.

“Erin said maybe you want to leave.” His deep voice is so gentle and soothing. “It is ok if you do, but I hope not.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

His brow furrows in confusion. “Say what? That I would be sad not to get to fuck you?”

“You don’t… really want to do… that with me. It’s ok.” Your cheeks heat as you stutter your answer.

“Of course I want to, why would I not want to? You are so beautiful. Bonita.”

“No I’m not, you don’t want this,” you gesture towards yourself, your tummy, your ass.

“I do want this. What is wrong with this?” He looks genuinely confused. “May I touch you, bonita?”

“I… I guess.”

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips then trails kisses up your arm. You shiver as his mustache brushes against your sensitive skin.

“¡Que linda! So beautiful and soft,” he murmurs as he gets to your shoulder, dropping your arm and placing his hands on your waist. “Why would I not want more of you to fill up my hands?” He slides his hands around to your ass, bringing your fronts together. You can feel his length hardening between you and your mouth falls open in surprise. He squeezes your ass, “This. You. Are beautiful. And I do want to fuck you. Te deseo, bonita.”

He closes the distance between you to press a kiss on your mouth, currently open in shock. He teases your lips and chin as his hands knead your ass, pulling you against him. One hand travels up to palm your breast. He finds the hard point of your nipple and you gasp as he pinches it.

“Do you not want the cameras because you do not think you are beautiful, bonita?” he whispers against your skin as he drags his angular nose along your jawline.

You nod as you whimper. The idea of watching yourself like that… it makes your insides churn. You just knew when you saw the question in the paperwork that you would never want to watch it, so why record it?

He pulls back and holds your gaze intently. “It is your choice, por supuesto. But I hope I can make you feel beautiful tonight. With me. Will you stay?”

His smoldering gaze is hypnotic and you find yourself replying, “Yes, I’ll stay.”

“Bueno, this makes me very happy.” The smile that lights up his face confirms his words.

You find yourself smiling back, your insecurities taking a backseat to the fizzy excitement now bubbling through your veins. His joyful presence is contagious.

Javi returns to your mouth, no longer in teasing nips, but with intent as he draws you into a deep kiss. His tongue slides against yours with languid, knee-weakening strokes. He leads you backwards until you feel the bed against the backs of your legs and directs you to sit. With your head tilted back, he continues to explore your mouth, standing between your legs, his large hands cradling your face.

He steps back and pulls his tank top over his head. He moves to return to your kiss, but you stop him with your hands on his chest. You have to see him, touch him, this beautiful man you’ve fantasized about so many times.

“You’re gorgeous, Javi,” you whisper reverently as you drag your palms down his golden chest, delighting when his nipples pebble under your fingers.

“Gracias, bonita,” he chuckles softly. His fingers trace your jaw and the shell of your ear as you explore his body. “Undo the tie,” he murmurs as your fingers trace the edge of his trousers. You can already see the shape of him through the thin material, straining to be released.

You bite your lip and Javi groans, “Fuck. Those lips, ay, son deliciosos.”

Carefully, you tug at the drawstring knot, it gives way, and his pants slide down his beautiful legs, revealing the full glory of his nakedness to you. His cock bobs in front of you and your mouth waters at the site. You shift, squeezing your legs together at the ache building at your center.

His glorious length, hard… for you. It boggles your mind.

“It’s so sexy, you looking at me like that,” Javi growls. “I can’t wait to fuck you with this cock.” He strokes himself in front of you. He’s so thick it sends shivers up your spine.

You look up at him and lick your lips. “Can I taste you, Javi?” The boldness of the request surprises you even as the words escape your mouth. You’ve become brave so quickly in the presence of Javi’s obvious desire.

“Absolutamente. Whatever you want. I am here for you.” He smiles down at you as he stands in front of you next to the bed.

You take him in your hand and stroke lightly from root to tip, then bend over to retrace your path with your tongue. Javi’s approval rumbles in his chest as you lick and taste your way along him, ending with a swirl of your tongue over the head of his gorgeous cock. Grasping him firmly in one hand you draw him between your lips.

Javi caresses your neck and cheek as you pump him into your mouth. You close your eyes and focus on remembering the salty taste of his skin on your tongue. You never want to forget.

You lose yourself in the rhythmic action, stroking him with your hand in time with your mouth until your jaw aches. You pull back to catch your breath only to have his mouth on yours again.

“Your turn, bonita,” he practically growls into your mouth. “I need to taste you. Por favor. Lo necesito.”

You remove your clothes with his help. You want to look down, away from his face, so you don’t see his reaction to you, but you force yourself to meet his gaze. What you see looking back at you is pure lust and desire.

Goosebumps rise over your skin at the intensity of it, your nipples pebble and your pussy throbs.

“So soft,” he whispers reverently, cupping your breasts. He squeezes and moans before taking your nipple in his mouth. He presses you back, so you’re laying on the bed. Out of habit, your arms move to cover your body, to somehow make yourself smaller.

“Don’t hide from me, bonita.” Javi gently takes your wrists and pins your hands out to the side. “Let me see you. You are so beautiful. Quiero verte.”

Sincerity shines from his kind eyes. You take deep breaths and relax. You want to trust him.

He kisses your lips then travels down your neck, sucking at your pulse point and making you gasp. He gathers your breasts in his large hands and nuzzles into them before taking each peak in his mouth. He travels across your belly, licking and nibbling at your roundness, before grasping your thighs in his hands and licking a broad swipe up your slit.

You moan as his warm mouth envelopes your cunt and his tongue nudges at your sensitive bud. “Delicioso,” he groans between licks. He slips a finger inside you, and you instinctively roll your hips into him.

Him stroking you inside and out is divine, and you try to sink into the sensations and just enjoy, but a thought keeps worming its way back in. Your mind won’t let it go, so you clear your throat, “Um Javi? I need to tell you something.”

“What is it, sweetheart? Are you ok? Do you not like it?” he kisses the inside of your thigh, looking worried.

“No no, it feels so good, don’t stop. I just… I… fuck…” you lose focus, distracted as he resumes dragging his fingers in and out of your pussy, circling your clit with his thumb.

“I have read your papers, have you changed your mind about something?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’ve never… come with a partner.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs into your skin, continuing to stroke you, “Do you come when you watch me?”

“Every time,” you moan as his fingers find a spot deep inside that makes your arch off the bed.

“Then we will see. It is ok if you do not.”

“I want to. With you.” You do, so so badly.

It’s something you’ve thought about a lot. It could be a matter of skill, but you can get yourself off alone just never with a partner. You have a suspicion that how you feel about your body might be the reason. None of your partners have ever said anything to make you feel badly, but you haven’t exactly let them appreciate you either, assuming that they wouldn’t.

You cover yourself, turn off the lights, only partially undress, in the hopes that a partner won’t notice what you look like. As if they haven’t been looking at you in all the moments leading to the bedroom.

But Javi didn’t let you do that. In this bright room, you bared yourself to him and he said you were deliciosa.

“You have my word, I will try very hard,” he places his free hand over his heart, sealing his promise with a nod, making you giggle. “And we have things to help, if you need them. It is ok. I will take care of you.”

“Thank you, Javi, oh…” you cut yourself off with a moan as Javi dives back into your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth and making your hips jerk.

You decide to believe him and work to clear your mind. Your eyes drift close as you focus on the pleasure he is pulling out of you. His warm tongue strokes wide and firm, circling your clit in determined strokes. You let your body respond how it wants. Your hips rock into him with each stroke of his tongue, seeking that perfect pressure. It feels amazing.

But you don’t come.

Before you can get frustrated, Javi kisses his way back up to your tits and gathers them in his palms. “Look at you in my hands,” he moans, mouthing at your soft flesh, swirling his tongue around each nipple. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair, twirling one curl and then another.

He groans in appreciation when you tug slightly. The sound goes straight to your core.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin. “Roll over, bonita.”

He rolls you on to your stomach, kneeling across your outstretched legs. He gently smacks your ass cheek, sending ripples through your body. You gasp and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Yesssss,” he hisses and he smacks you again. “Look how you bounce for me.”

He takes handfuls of your ass cheeks and kneads and squeezes them together. Suddenly you feel his cock slide through the cleft of your ass. You try to twist to see him but can only get glimpses of him staring down at you, slack jawed and wrecked.

Your body is making him look like that. It makes you feel powerful, and you wish you could watch him enjoy you. For the first time, you regret not allowing the cameras.

“Fuuuck,” Javi growls, sliding his cock between your ass cheeks. You whimper and whine pinned underneath him. “I could come like this, bonita, you feel so good.” He lets your ass cheeks fall apart and smacks them again before gathering you back up around his cock. “So juicy and plump. Fucking amazing.”

You’re drenched with arousal and unable to relieve any of the pressure.

“Fuck me, Javi, please,” you beg.

“Sí, bonita, I will fuck you,” he growls.

Javi scoots back and rolls you over then wedges himself between your legs.

Taking his cock in hand he glides himself through your slippery folds, nudging at your clit with each stroke. You whimper as he teases you until he notches himself at your entrance.

He eases himself into your channel. He’s a lot to take and works his way in gently, watching your face for signs of discomfort.

You let out a guttural moan as he bottoms out in your cunt. “So good Javi, you’re so big. Fuck, I’m so full.” The stretch of him is glorious.

He pistons his hips slowly at first as you both savor the drag of him through your walls. Gradually he speeds up until he’s slamming his hips into you.

Every thrust reverberates through your body. Your breasts and tummy wobble, but you don’t try to stop them.

“Look how you bounce when I fuck you,” Javi groans, continuing his relentless pace, “ it’s so sexy.” His fingers dig into your thighs as he presses you open.

“Yes Javi, more… yes… please.” You beg nonsensically as your orgasm begins to sparkle at the edges of your awareness.

“You need to be filled up, don’t you bonita? You need to be stretched around this cock. That’s it. Fuck. You feel so good.” He moves a hand in between your bodies to circle your clit and you cry out.

“I think I’m close, Javi,” you whine. He circles your clit faster continuing to drag his thick cock in and out of you.

“Let go, bonita. Let me see it.”

You tip over the edge, an edge you have never found with a partner before, but you’ve never felt so desired with a partner before and so free in your body. Javi’s skill with his cock and mouth and fingers is unparalleled for sure, but what does it is the look in his eyes and his filthy words when he fucks you.

He has made it so clear that his arousal is not despite your body, but because of it. And he made you believe it too.

“Bonita?”

“Mmmm?” you mumble as you come back into your body, the aftershocks of your orgasm spacing farther and farther apart.

Javi is next to you, holding the back of your hand up to his lips as he peppers it with kisses.

“I have a question.”

“What is it?” you crack one eye open.

“Can I go get Erin to set up some cameras? For the next one?” he asks, eyes wide and hopeful.

You bite your lip as a shy smile spreads across your face. “Yeah, ok.”

“Deliciosa.” He smiles in return before bounding out of the bed towards the door, leaving you giggling on the bed.

You stretch out while you wait for him to return, feeling more at home in your body than you have in a long time. You wiggle your fingers and toes and smile to yourself. The next one is going to be fun.

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Translations: Deliciosa/o/son deliciosos – delicious, they are delicious Bonita – beautiful Que linda – how beautiful/pretty Te deseo – I desire you Por supuesto – of course Bueno – good Gracias – thank you Absolutamente – absolutely Lo necesito – I need it Quero verta – I want to see you

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The King's Queen - chapter 1

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.

Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 8.1k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Illness, cancer. Summary: Javi is given some unexpected and unwelcome news from his father - meanwhile you receive the phone call that you have been waiting for for your entire life. Notes: As always, we do our best to infuse some Spanish into the dialogue when our stories call for it, but neither Keri nor I are fluent by any means. If you see an error let us know, but kindness counts!

The day began, as so many do, with a knock on the door. The palace had stirred to life hours ago, bustling staff all going about their business and, breakfast served and cleared away again, appointments kept, and meetings held. Business, as they say, booms this morning at Castel del Ocaso. The only person not yet risen, it seems, is the crowned prince.

And so his day begins with a knock. A gentle one. There is no need to jar the man into reality cruelly. His valet has a tray with his breakfast so that the kitchen could move on with their duties for the day, and an urgent message from the prince's father. Which is, if one was to ask the valet, the only reason for waking the prince at what is already a late hour. When he stirs at the opening of the windows, the valet clears his throat and sets the tray down on the broad bedside table. “There is a message this morning, your Highness.” The valet tells the bleary-eyed prince quietly. “His Majesty would like to see you in his chambers after you are dressed.”

Groaning, Javi looks over at the clock, well aware that the staff knew that he was to sleep in. It’s a rare night that he is up until the early morning hours and today had been blocked out of his schedule as a recovery day. “What is going on?”

“I only know that your father has asked for you.” Sometimes the king’s staff would impart more details or relay why his Majesty needed a particular thing or requested a particular presence, but this was not one of those times. Indicating the tray laden with croissants, marmalade, yoghurt, and fresh fruit alongside a strong cortado, the prince’s valet offers an apologetic smile. “Would you prefer to take breakfast before dressing?”

“No—” Javi sits up and groans, closing his eyes again at the throbbing in his skull. “Yes.”

The man says nothing at first, but hides a private smile as he hands the prince his coffee before going to his closet to choose clothing for the day. “Was your evening enjoyable, sire?” He asks, always preferring to have the temperature - so to speak - of the royal family each day. There had been shouting from the king’s chambers this morning.

“Too much so.” Javi is desperately grateful for the coffee and he takes a sip with a sigh before reaching for his bottle of aspirin from the bedside table. He had anticipated celebrating too hard and wanted to be prepared. “I am getting too old for all night parties.”

“Then we will simply begin celebrations earlier in the day, I expect.” The prince’s birthday is always a series of extravagances, and this year had been no exception.

“Yes.” Hissing, Javi gingerly crawls out of the bed. “I will shower first.”

“Very good, your Highness.” With a nod, the valet lays out clothes for the day and is gone again, leaving the prince to ready himself to see his father.

******

It takes Javi an hour to shower, dress and make his way to his father’s quarters, frowning slightly as he knocks on the door at the raised voices inside.

“¿Quién es esto?” The king’s deep voice grumbles from inside, obviously irritable. When the doors open a moment later to admit the new arrival, the king is fairly growling and ousts the others from the room. The last to leave is the doctor, sparing a last glance at the king before excusing him to say good morning to the prince as he retreats.

“Javier.” Gruff as he can be, the bedraggling king sighs and waves his son inside. “Come in.”

“You wished to see me?” There is a tenuous relationship between the king and his only son but Javi loves the gruffer man, even if he does not always understand him.

“I wish to speak with you.” He glances at the footman standing near the door. “Alone.” As soon as his son steps inside the door is shut securely behind him and the king smothers a deeper sigh. Standing is quite painful this morning, but since lying down and sitting are, too, he does not move yet. “I sent for the doctor last week. About the pain in my stomach.” Which no one, save extremely close family members, knows about. “He came back to me with answers this morning.”

“Sí?” Javi strides closer to his father, a worried frown creasing his brow. It is not good news if his father is asking to speak to him privately. It is rare that at least his cousin Lucas is not in attendance. Fear and dread coils in his own stomach and the breakfast he had threatens to make a reappearance.

There is no other way to do this, for a man of King Miguel’s temperament, than to do as the Americans say and rip the Band-Aid off. “Javier,” he motions for his son to come closer, not wanting to have to raise his voice and be heard by someone passing in the hall of the drafty medieval palace. “It is cancer.” Which was his worst fear. His fear as a ruler and his fear as the father of a son he is not certain is ready to take his place. “It came on quickly, and spread just as fast.” He tries to hide a wince as best he can, pressing a hand over his aching side as though the disease can hear him speak of it. Laying down may not be any less painful than standing, but it does relieve a bit of pressure, so he lies down again gingerly. “They have given me a few months at most.”

“No.” Javi shakes his head and gives a nervous chuckle. His father is king. He is invincible, always seeming so large to Javi, even now. “No, they are wrong. They have to be wrong.” He blinks, fighting the tears that would be ‘unbecoming’ a future ruler.

“It is always possible for doctors to be wrong.” He would be a fool and a liar to claim otherwise, but Miguel shakes his head. “However, the pain I feel is not a lie. And we must act as though they are correct, in case they are.” He sighs again, clearing his throat to hide pain from his face. Despite the characterization of their relationship as adversarial by the European press at points in Javier’s life, Miguel truly does want the best for his son. It is why he has done what he has done. Made the arrangements that he has made. “Thirty-five is a good age for a king, Javier. Old enough to have some sense but young enough to make the people feel the invigoration of youth.”

The age-old argument of not wanting to be king doesn’t even slip out of his mouth like it normally would. He can’t. Not when his father is lying in a bed looking much older than he had just the day before. Javi realizes how much pain the older man has been hiding from the world. “Sí.” Javi nods. “You have been a good king papá, the people will miss your guidance.”

Surprised at the lack of protest from his only child, the king pats the mattress beside him, hoping for this conversation to go smoothly. He knows Javier would not choose this life if he had the option - but there is no option. Second in line to the throne is his odious nephew Lucas and if that remained his only option, he would sooner find a way to pass the throne directly to Lucas’s new wife. Gabriela may not have royal blood but at least she has a decent mind behind that lovely face. “Steps will have to be taken, mijo. I will have to abdicate. You will have your coronation. And you will also need a queen.”

Javi frowns sadly, aware that the one woman he had wanted his for queen was now married to his cousin. “You took away my queen when you allowed Lucas to marry her.” He reminds his father bitterly. The woman who he loved had just married two years prior and Lucas was always taunting him that she will be pregnant soon.

“When I told you that you could not marry Gabriela, it was not to be cruel or obtuse.” If he had ever hoped that his son could forgive him over that refusal, apparently the hope was in vain. “A bride was selected for you long ago, mijo. So that you would not have to bear the burden of choice yourself.” He looks to his son with interest, hoping this will not begin a shouting match. “It was your mamá’s dying wish that I secure your future. And it is mine that you honour the promises we have made.”

Javi swears he chokes on air. Gasping and stuttering for a moment, eyes widening in shock. “An arranged marriage?” He huffs, swearing if it were anyone but his father it would be a joke. “No. No.” He shakes his head. “My future has been set from the day I drew breath but now my choice of a wife is taken from me?”

“Choosing a queen is more complex than choosing a wife.” There is the objection Miguel anticipated, even if he must admit to being disappointed by it. “The monarchy’s survival means more than simply whose figure you like the most in an evening gown.”

“My queen.” Javi stresses. “So it should be my choice.” He shakes his head. “I have done what you asked but I want to love the person I take as my queen.”

“How do you know you will not love the girl who has been chosen?” The pain of an arrangement is not exactly unknown to the king. After all, his own match was arranged and so was his father’s. Every crowned prince in their family has had their wife chosen from eligible candidates on their behalf - it was perhaps only that Javier’s match was chosen when he was a bit younger than most.

“How do you know I will?” Javi imagines a woman steeped in tradition and molded by pomp and ceremony. Someone who is rigid, only caring about the legacy she leaves behind. “Just because you came to love mamá doesn’t mean the woman you have chosen to be queen is right for me. Or were you only thinking of the crown?” He asks bitterly.

“I was thinking of finding you a partner.” He admits, knowing that his son’s disgust with the idea will not do well if it lasts. “Someone to help you. To stand beside you and to be your support as you find your footing as king.” The tax of sitting up is too much on an injured body and the king lays his head back down again to continue speaking. “Good breeding is done differently in America, but her family is wealthy and prominent, and the photographs I have seen make her out to be quite beautiful.” When he earns a scoff in return, Miguel sighs. “There is a contract in place, Javier. It is legally binding. And— and she has already been sent for. So there is no use fighting with me about it.”

“You arranged a marriage with an American?” The surprise and wistfulness of the statement catches him off guard, even as he shuffles closer to his ailing father. Miguel Gutierrez has never claimed to understand Javi’s affection with America or American Cinema, although they have shared an affinity for Nick Cage. He reaches out and takes his father’s hand, knowing he won’t fight his papá in his last days. “I hope you have chosen well.” He murmurs softly, wondering what this woman is like. His future queen.

“Her mother was friends with your mother at university.” His son’s affection for American pop culture was something he had attributed to his late wife’s own affection that she gained at university. He never understood it for the life of him, but it made her happy to share it with their young son, so he let it pass. “She will be here tomorrow, provided that she is able to travel quickly. The flight from New York is not too tiresome.”

“Tomorrow? So soon?” Javi shakes his head, reeling from the changes that are happening so quickly. “When— when do I have to marry her?” He asks quietly.

“Before the year is out.” The terms of the agreement with the Senator over the marriage of their children was exacting, to say the least. “Seven months is ample time to know her before you walk down the aisle, Javier. But it is more time than I have. So if you wish me to be present when you wed, it must be sooner.”

Javi closes his eyes, wanting to scream and cry and refuse his father. He cannot. He cannot let down the king, the man who has intimidated him and been his idol for his entire life. “We will be married in two months.” He decides, his voice flat. Certainly not happy about the circumstances, but he wants his father at his wedding, he will already miss his mother. “We will get to know each other later.”

Again it’s surprise that crosses the king’s expression first, but a lifetime of schooling his emotions away means it is gone in the blink of an eye. “Your mother and I tried to do what we thought would be best for you,” he tells his son, seeing the frown that forms on Javier’s lips. “This is the daughter of her most precious friend.” Knowing his penchant for the creative, and trying to provide him with a happy distraction, Miguel reaches and pats his son’s arm. “Would you like to choose the suite she will stay in until the wedding?”

The pout that he hadn’t quite ever grown out of nearly comes to the surface. Instead he just nods, not really caring where the American woman who would be his queen would stay but he knows his father is trying. “I will make sure she is afforded every comfort the palace can offer her.” He tells his father, noticing how tired the old man is. “You should rest.” He urges, covering his father’s surprisingly cold hand with his warmer one.

“Not a word to the staff, mijo.” The king warns, though he does lay back again on his pillows. “Only my private secretary knows who she truly is to you. The rest of the staff are preparing for a close friend.”

“They will figure it out when we have a royal wedding in two months.” Javi snorts, reaching out to cover his father up. “Rest.” He urges softly, his heart breaking but he can’t let the king see that. “I will make sure you are not embarrassed.”

“Javier.” It will be the last thing he says in the subject for now, but he does wish to say one last thing before his son leaves the room. “Try to keep an open mind. An arranged marriage is not the worst fate in the world.”

Instead of answering him, Javi just nods, standing quickly and swallowing. “Get some rest, papá.” He murmurs softly, “I have a guest to prepare for.”

******

There is something to be said for a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, those things cannot be said for you at the moment. Curled up in the apartment you share with your brother, watching a late-night movie with a bottle of wine and a seemingly bottomless bowl of popcorn, you know you ought to be sleeping before your father’s re-election fundraiser tomorrow but you just can’t seem to quiet your mind. Today - yesterday in Mallorca - was his birthday. Another year gone by and another year closer to the impending details of the contract that has dictated your entire life.

You wonder how he celebrated. What sort of party he had, if any. If birthday cake is the same in the Balearic Islands as it is here. The internet doesn’t really have answers to these questions and you never had the courage to ask your mother for details of her lost friend’s life. You should have. But you didn’t.

The things you know about Prince Javier are finite, and you have studied them for decades. Which should be proven by the fact that you’re up late tonight watching National Treasure for the umpteenth time. When your cell phone rings halfway through the film, you mute the television and pick it up immediately. No one calls in the middle of the night unless it’s an emergency.

Private. Mallorca reads the caller ID. “Oh shit…” You murmur to yourself before sitting up straight on the couch and sliding your thumb across the screen to accept the call.

“Hello?”

Your name is spoken in a clear, Spanish accent, “Please hold for the King of the Balearic Islands, His Majesty, King Miguel.” The private secretary of the king announces him before muting the phone so she can pass it to the king.

“Uh—” Dumbstruck, you nearly spill your wine trying to set it down on the coffee table as though it were a video call or the king himself were right in front of you. He has only called you twice before - when you turned eighteen and then when you graduated college - and the last was several years ago. It sort of feels like suffocating, honestly, waiting for him to pick up the line, but you manage to breathe evenly until you hear a voice on the other end again.

“Hello?” Miguel says your name and waits for you to acknowledge him.

“Good morning, your Majesty.” Glancing at the clock, you quickly calculate it to be half past seven in Mallorca. “To what do I owe the honor of this call?”

Miguel takes a moment, composing himself after another brief flare of pain. “I hope you are doing well.” He offers. “The time has come for you to join the royal family in Mallorca. How soon can you be here if we send the jet?”

The time has come. The words seem to drown you, swallowing you up in duty and anticipation. “I will need a day to pack my things,” you tell him as politely as you can, hoping that you don’t sound as scared as you feel. The anticipation of an abrupt call like this one is why nothing in your life truly belongs to you - your apartment, your car, and all of your bills are under your father’s name so he can sell everything after you are called away to fulfill your duty. You’ll have to quit your job with no notice, but that’s a separate issue. “But one day should be sufficient.” Just one day to pack up your whole life.

“I shall have the jet sent first thing in the morning. It will be a direct flight so it should not be too long.” Miguel keeps his voice as steady as he can manage it. “My son will be informed of your impending arrival as soon as we disconnect.”

“As your Majesty sees fit.” It’s an odd thing, to speak to the man who holds an iron fist on your future, but you’ve grown up your entire life knowing that one day this would happen. To be honest you’re surprised it has taken so long.

“We will speak again soon.” Miguel promises, disconnecting the phone and then shouting for the doctor to come back into the room. The pain is worse and he needs him to manage it. There is another; more difficult conversation ahead with his son.

You exhale deeply, staring at your phone as the disconnecting line beeps and goes blank, bringing back your home screen with the background photo of the last beach that you went to with friends from college. Everyone is spread out over the blankets with picnic baskets and umbrellas while they laugh in the summer sun. It had been an amazing time – and now as you look at it you wonder if you'll ever be able to have days like that again. If your freedom, such as it ever was, has just been plucked away with one phone call. Still, despite the time, you have a call of your own to make. Opening your contacts, you select the entry for your father and stepmother's landline and hope that the ringing doesn't wake up your little sister. The preteen is a nightmare if she doesn't get enough sleep, and you don't blame her one bit.

The call is picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” The austere voice of your father comes down the line. “What is going on?” He knows you don’t call at late hours unless it is an emergency. “What do you need?”

"I need to come by the house tomorrow and pick up my trunks." Although you can feel your voice waver, you hope your father is too disoriented from being woken up to hear it. He raised you to be strong and to take on responsibility headfirst. "And I can't come to the fundraiser tomorrow." Deep breath, you remind yourself. "I've finally been summoned."

Silence fills the air between you for a good thirty seconds before the senator answers. “That is very good. It is past time.” The bedsheets rustle and he pulls the phone away from his ear to murmur to his wife. “We will draft a press release as soon as you are in Mallorca.”

"I only have one day to pack." Which means, you know yourself well enough to realize, that you'll be starting immediately. There's no way you'll be able to sleep. "So I was thinking I could drive out to Scarsdale to have breakfast with you and come home with the trunks to make sure I have enough time. Is that okay?"

Sighing, your father mentally files through his schedule. “That will be fine, I have a meeting at 9:30 though.”

"Okay. I'll be punctual." It never would have crossed your mind to be anything else. Not with the way your family operates. Scheduling is everything when your father is a senator. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I thought it was important for you to know right away."

“I appreciate the call.” Your father sighs softly and there’s another small pause. “Go on and start working on your packing list, I know you want to get organized.”

"There's a lot to do." That may be an understatement, but you're nodding as though he were standing in front of you. "I'll see you in a few hours for breakfast."

“See you then sweetheart.” The phone disconnects and your father sighs again before he climbs out of the bed. He will need to draft a press release and start working on the PR for his campaign. This announcement couldn’t come at a better time for him, and he intends to use it to his advantage. Perhaps it might even put him in the running for President.

******

It took every second of the time that you had to get things ready to leave even with your brother’s help, but in the end you drove to the private airstrip at JFK airport with an SUV full of your things and left behind an apartment that barely had a single trace of you left in it. What little you have left behind would be kept by your brother, sold, or saved for your half-sister depending on what you father saw fit.

The crew of the jet was very kind in loading your things on board and seemed to expect you to have much more, but you had kept things contained for exactly this purpose. At any point in your life you would be expected to pick up and move your entire existence across an ocean, so you had kept things contained.

The eight-hour flight would put you in Palma, Mallorca in time for dinner and you know that between not sleeping for the last two days and the jet lag, you'll desperately need to sleep on the jet. Hopefully you won't be too anxious to sleep. That would just make things that much worse.

******

“I am meeting her at the airport.” Javi isn’t shouting, but his voice has pitched up to match the same inflection as his father. Met with resistance when he announced that he would take the boat over to the private air strip to meet the woman who is to become his bride without the fan fair or pomp and circumstance that normally surrounds these affairs. “You wanted to keep people from knowing, it will be suspicious if I am in my formal royal uniform.”

"Why can you not let someone from staff fetch her and meet her properly here?" Miguel is exasperated beyond measure, having had both of his suggestions met with rejection from his son. Javier refuses to be in uniform to meet his intended and he refuses to receive the girl in the throne room. He insists on dressing down in a veritable disguise and going to the airport quietly himself. "I understand that you wish to meet her quickly and I commend that, but your position matters, Javier."

“Of course my position matters.” Javi huffs. “That is all that matters. But I am meeting her casually. I want to know what she thinks of this, of me, without any pretense or need for propriety.” He’s worried that you might be dreading this, resenting him once he had learned of the details of this arrangement. He would like to know if he is to be sentenced to a life of passive aggressive comments and resentment.

The king purses his lips, seeing from the clock on his bedside that time is running short to make this decision. "Fine." He concedes shortly. "But take enough staff with you to have her things brought to the palace separately. If you wish to have a conversation with her then you can bring her back to the palace and show her her rooms properly dressed. If not in uniform, then at least not looking like you've just come out of the pool." Clearly indicating he means that he disapproves of what his son is currently wearing, Miguel nods and sits up a little more in his bed. "Something that would be appropriate to wear at the dinner table, since you will be escorting her directly after showing her to her new home."

Javi sighs and nods. “I will even wear a sports jacket, your majesty.” He huffs sarcastically, annoyed that even meeting you is turning into an argument. He doesn’t want to be so stiff and formal all the time. Royals need to relax as well.

"Good." Glancing at the clock again, the king waves him off. "Go and change, then. You should be on your way."

Rolling his eyes again, Javi turns around and stalks out of his father’s bedchamber. Annoyed with himself and the king. Why must their relationship be so strained? Why is he so different from the man who had sired him? He wonders what this woman will think of him, already deciding he’s going to dress causally chic for the meeting.

******

The chance to wash and change and touch up your makeup on the flight after waking up from a six-hour nap was something you hadn’t expected and are grateful for. The simple but well-tailored white sundress you had chosen to make your first impression on the prince could be put on just thirty minutes before landing instead of being thrown on in the airport bathroom so that it wouldn’t wrinkle after hours on the plane. Everyone on board was so kind and so formal that you have to wonder if any of them knew who you were or if that was simply how they were trained. Either way, when you exit the jet’s cabin to come down the stairs with your travel bag in hand, there is just one person waiting for you. In a powder blue sport coat and linen shirt with perfectly tousled hair, he looks like he ought to be a model and not - you assume - palace staff. Sunglasses shield his eyes but he stands straight and watches you expectantly, suddenly making you question if you even know how to walk down stairs at all.

You are…beautiful. He expected his parents to have chosen someone with all the right characteristics and the right schooling, but the sheer force of your beauty nearly takes his breath away. His father will approve of your outfit, the white dress both prim and proper enough to be considered appropriate and yet Javi likes that you are showing some skin. The length of your arms on display and the legs both making him smile at the idea that maybe you are not as stuffy as he might have feared. “Welcome to las Islas Baleares.” He offers as you stride close. The staff rush to get your luggage and he gestures towards the boat swaying gracefully at the dock. “We have a short boat ride to the palace.”

“Muchas gracias.” As hard as you’re trying not to smile, this man that has been sent to receive you is incredibly handsome. His hair and stature remind you of the very few pictures you’ve seen of the prince, and you wonder if perhaps this man is a cousin. Some lower-level royal sent to be a one-man welcoming committee. “Everyone has been so very kind. I’m grateful to have such a personal welcome.”

He cannot tell if you are being sarcastic or not, figuring that you have recognized him. “Sí.” He simply nods his head and gestures for you to precede him. He will need to help you into the boat and then cast off the lines, preferring to operate the speeder himself.

The man’s silence is surprising but you try not to read into it too much as he walks you to a nearby ramp that leads down to a small boat dock with an elegant speeder moored at the tip. The crystal-clear ocean spreads out around you like its own kind of welcoming and you smile. “The evenings are very beautiful here.” Weather. Weather is safe small talk. “Are the days just as gorgeous?”

“Better.” Javi promises, holding out his hand when you stop next to the boat so he can assist you inside. “Not too hot, not too cold, just right.” He smirks slightly, remembering the childhood story about porridge.

“I have to admit, I won’t miss winter.” Putting your hand in his to accept help into the boat gives you a nearly electric shock that you beg your body to ignore. There is no room to be attracted to anyone but Prince Javier. It’s impossible, you remind yourself harshly.

Javi ignores how warm and soft your hands are, quickly bending down to untie the boat before jumping in beside you. Occupying himself with starting the engines and pulling away from the dock, he knows the staff will ferry your luggage over on the other tender. For now, he wants the race the boat over the waters to calm down his own rattled nerves.

His continued silence signals that the weather isn’t worth talking about, and you fall into an uneasy quiet as the boat speeds out into open water. You have about three million questions but know that you can’t ask them of just anyone. It wouldn’t be proper or ladylike to ramble on, and from the moment you stepped onto that jet at JFK you have done your utmost to be perfectly ladylike. Without knowing who knows what or what is truly expected of you beyond marrying a total stranger to produce royal heirs, you feel like the water might be in your lungs instead of under the boat. Your palms are sweaty and you twist the decorative ring on your finger nervously. At least it’s beautiful here - it would have been cruel if you had to spend the rest of your life someplace frozen when you notoriously dislike snow.

He looks back at you a few times, gauging if you like the water. Finding you looking pensive so he doesn’t speak. Not wanting to make you even more nervous if you aren’t impressed with his boating skills. Or him. Instead he throttles down as the palace comes into view, aware that everyone, even him, likes to take in the majestic site of the Balearic Islands seat of power.

When you first take in the sight of the palace standing high on the cliffside, you gasp audibly before you can stop yourself or muffle the sound. It’s truly remarkable - this medieval edifice that has survived through hundreds of years and countless occupants, and you can’t help but stare. No photograph could ever do it justice, and you’ve seen every single photograph. That is where you live now. That’s home. Unless you fuck up spectacularly and he sends you away in disgrace. Oh god. Don’t fuck up like that. “It’s…amazing,” you murmur, realizing that your escort has turned to see your reaction.

“Castel de Ocaso. The royal palace of Mallorca.” Javi announces. “Home of King Miguel Gutierrez and the crowned Prince Javier. Soon to be king along with you, his queen.” He offers before he throttles up slightly to guide the boat into the Royal docks.

“Soon to be?” You startle at that news, feeling your eyes go wide behind your sunglasses. The king had certainly failed to mention that when he called. “I—I did not think…You know who I am?”

Javi laughs for a moment but then he stops, realizing that you don’t know who he is. “Sí.” He nods, turning back around to ease the boat alongside the stone dock. “I know who you are.”

“Forgive me, I just…” It’s like your mouth has run dry and your head is spinning, except you know it’s only nerves. “I was under the impression it was not common knowledge. That only the king and Prince Javier knew.”

He hums, cutting the engine and letting the boat float up next to the dock expertly. Moving to toss the lines to the staff waiting on the pier to tie off. “Come.” He offers, stepping up off the boat and holding his hand down to you. “The king is waiting.”

“May I ask you about him?” Those innumerable questions are all bubbling to the surface as he helps you out of the boat, and you now feel even more sure that his must be a trusted family member that was sent to fetch you. “The prince, I mean?”

“What do you wish to know?” He asks, raising a brow in interest. Curious to know what questions burn in your mind about him.

“Is he a kind man?” You’ve seen official photos and been told what he likes – practically every birthday gift that you’ve ever received from King Miguel was something that Javier liked – but the question of his temperament is completely unknown to you.

“I would say so.” He offers, wanting you to open up more. “Shall we go up to the palace?”

“Thank you.” You nod politely and try to ignore the tingling in your skin at the small touch of hands. Once you’re up the stone steps built in to the cliffside, you look up at the palace again and remind yourself to smile. “Is the prince…” The curiosity is overwhelming. “Is he…shy? Outgoing? Is he a very social man?”

“Ask the questions you really want to ask.” Javi urges you, knowing that there are only a few more moments before propriety will be deemed necessary.

“It’s just…” This man is offering you just enough of a lingering lifeline that your curiosity just can’t say no to it. “It’s just that I’ve never seen photographs of him with friends o-or girlfriends.” You swallow. Hard. “Or boyfriends. And I just…I wondered if…if he…prefers women?” That might be one of the things that terrifies you most. The idea that this marriage was arranged to force him to be with a woman when he’s actually gay.

Javi chuckles. “Women.” He promises. “There is much emphasis on not causing a scandal for the crown.”

“I understand that entirely.” There was plenty of emphasis on that for you growing up as well. “Forgive me if that’s too personal. I just would never want to make him uncomfortable.” An awkward laugh passes your lips and you shrug slightly. “Hopefully just the fact of me doesn’t make him uncomfortable.”

“You care about the Prince’s comfort?” That surprises him, and it’s rather sweet. It is rare that someone cares about someone they’ve never met before, not even someone who was going to marry. You are guaranteed a crown, why would you care about the man placing it on your head?

"Of course." The idea that you wouldn't is fairly shocking to you, if you're honest. "Everyone deserves to be happy, don't they? Especially with the people closest to them. I mean...this arrangement...it's not something either of us chose. What good would it do for us to hate each other?"

“And you?” Javi turns to face you. “You would choose another without a crown? A woman?” The idea that you might be repulsed by men is one that flashes in his mind and it would be a miserably cold marriage if that were the case.

"No." The idea of having a choice is almost incomprehensible if you're honest, but you can only shake your head now. It's not as though you weren't allowed to date, it was just that no one you ever went out with was ever going to last. And if you had been found out to have slept with any of them, your father probably would have disowned you. "I mean I'm interested in men and from all the photos I've seen of the prince he's very attractive, I just...this arrangement was made on our behalf. And I would hate to think that he is dreading my arrival when I'm actually excited to finally meet him." Excited and terrified, but the terror will be kept private. This man does not need to know about your anxiety or your fear.

“Excited?” He tilts his head curiously and smirks. “Why are you excited? You are not worried? I would be.”

"Excitement and worry are two sides of the same coin." That's honest, at least, and very true. You're definitely both. "It's hard to be excited to meet the person you're supposed to spend your life with without also being at least a little worried about disappointing them. That...I guess that's why I'm so curious about him."

“No other questions?” He asks playfully. “Nothing at all?”

"I wouldn't want to be inappropriate." For all you know, you've already overstepped and offended this man or even the prince by accident by asking anything at all.

Javi snorts and shakes his head. “Of course.” He murmurs, slightly disappointed by the way you seemingly cling to propriety.

"It's just...there are personal things that I would prefer to ask him in privacy." Probably your imagination, is what it is, but when he pouts slightly you have the almost unhinged urge to hug him. "I'm so sorry. I never even asked your name and here I am asking questions about someone else entirely."

Javi had turned away, prepared to climb the stairs carved into the cliff to enter the palace but you give him the opening that he wants. Turning around, he pulls off his sunglasses and gives you a small smile. “I am Javi.”

"Oh shit." The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them and your eyes widen even more, with your entire body burning in embarrassment. Dropping down into possibly the least elegant curtsy of all time, you thankfully manage not to fall over but secretly wish you'd just topple right back over the edge of the cliff behind you. "I—I mean...I'm sorry, your Highness. I...apparently didn't recognize you." And went and made an idiot out of yourself in the process. Fucking hell...

“Obviously.” He smothers the grin and returns your curtsy with a formal bow and looks back up at you. “Now, what questions may I answer for you? Anything at all, since we are to be married.”

"How long have you known about me?" It slips out of you before you can think of anything more articulate or more interesting to ask not that you're standing face to face with him. At least you have the presence of mind to take off your own sunglasses and tuck them away in your bag.

“Two days.” Javi frowns, shaking his head slightly. “My father decided that I would learn of you the day he sent for you so I apologize that I do not know more than you are American and your name.”

"Two days?" It makes your heart sink in a way that you hadn't expected, and you can feel your shoulders roll in on themselves slightly before you push them back again. Ladies don't slouch says your father's voice in your head. "I've known about you almost my entire life."

“And you are…disappointed?” He asks softly. His entire life he had been compared to his father and been found wanting, why would the woman he was supposed to marry think any better of him?

"What? No!" When you look up again he's frowning so deeply that you have that overwhelming urge again to just wrap your arms around him and squeeze. Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately for propriety - you're frozen on the spot. "I just can't believe that your father didn't tell you. Our parents made the arrangement when I was so little that I've just...always known this would happen one day."

“My father- it’s complicated.” He sighs softly, slightly relieved that you aren’t disappointed. “I am sorry, I meant to just meet you casually, not mislead you as to who I was. It was very nice to realize you didn’t recognize me.”

"I thought you might have been your own cousin or something," you admit sheepishly, instantly wishing you hadn't said anything at all. "You have...very nice hair. I thought it might be a family trait."

“You like my hair?” Javi’s eyes widen slightly and he almost reaches up. “I like that you are wearing a dress that is not stuffy.” He admits.

"It's one of my favourites." That's why you chose it, really. To really look and feel like yourself the first time you met him. "You like it? I—I have more like it."

He nods. “It’s very nice. Perfect for an evening in Mallorca.”

"Is there anything you want to know about me?" Since he hasn't known about you for long, that means that anything about you that might have been communicated between your fathers is probably unknown to him.

“Endless questions.” Javi admits with a grin. “But the king is waiting for your arrival.” He bites his lip and decides to be honest. “My father is sick. So he will only meet with you for a few minutes.”

"I'm so sorry to hear that." The unconscious step you take toward him is like the pull of a magnet. "That's why you said soon to be king when we met, isn't it?"

“We – my father is stepping down.” Javi confesses. “And we will be married in two months’ time. I want— he needs—” Javi swallows, unable to speak the words that his father needed it to be quick. “He has few months left.”

"I see." Vivid flashes of your own mother's funeral burst in your mind but you swallow and reach out to touch his arm gently. "If two months is too long for him, just name the day." This is a commitment that you've been preparing yourself for, for your whole life. If it happens fast, then it happens fast.

“We will discuss it with him.” Javi is grateful that you understand and he covers your hand with his for a brief moment.

This time when his touch makes your skin prick, you accept it wholeheartedly. It's a giddiness in the pit of your stomach that feels a bit shallow but at the same time you can't help but be grateful for. He's incredibly attractive in person, now that you see his whole face, and you fluster a little as the two of you turn to continue walking to the palace together. "So...do you prefer to be called Javi?" You ask after a moment, remembering that he hadn't used his full name when he revealed himself to you.

“I do, Javier is too formal.” He makes a face before he frowns. “My father feels as if I am too relaxed for the throne, that I need to be more rigid, but I do not think it must be so serious all the time.”

"It's good to have someone that you can let down your guard with." That frown makes him look a bit like a sweet, discontented puppy, but at the same time you can't help hoping that you don't see it too often. "I hope that...in time...you might feel that you can be yourself with me."

“You have known about me your entire life?” He asks curiously. “And you agreed to marry a stranger?” There’s no judgement, but he finds it odd that someone so beautiful would agree to this.

"I think we must be a few years apart in age." It seems odd to tell him that you know his exact birthday and secretly always have a little cupcake that day in his honor. "You were a preteen when our parents made the contract. I was in pre-school." The slight shrug you offer says that it doesn't bother you anymore. It is simply a fact. "So I grew up knowing that one day - any day - I might get a phone call to come here and marry you."

“You have never…wanted more?” He asks, wishing that you weren’t so close to the doors. “For yourself?”

"More?" More than being royalty? That would make you about the most demanding and highest reaching person in the world, you think. Certainly it would be a rather extreme expectation. "More than what? I mean, I liked my job and all, but I tend to think I could do a lot more good here than just being an organizer for a non-profit back in New York." Or did he mean more than him? That actually makes you frown instead. "If you mean...personally? All I want is someone who loves me. And if that can't be you...well, you'll be king soon. You can make whatever decision you want."

“There— there is no divorce for the royal family.” Javi reveals, relieved, that it’s not the crown that you wished for, but love. “Once we are married, that’s it.” He might not agree with arranged marriages but he respected the crown and tradition enough that he would not make a mockery of it.

This particular fact has never been related to you so cleanly, but always sort of hinted at. And now that you’re hearing it directly from him, it seems almost foreboding. Like he is trying to see if you can be warned off. “The only expectation I have had for my life is to come here to marry you,” you tell him, fingers twisting around each other nervously. “I am prepared to do it. But if you decide that you don’t like me for some reason…” The possibility is surprisingly devastating to you, now that you’ve met him and feel strings of actual attraction for the man. He seems genuinely sweet. And is incredibly handsome. “If you decide you do not like me, then it is up to you what happens afterward. But I hope that that is not something we will have to think about.”

Javi shakes his head, no longer as resistant to the idea now that he had seen you in person. “My father has assured me that the contract is binding and it would be dishonorable for me to back out of this.” He gives you a nervous smile. “I just— I hope that I do not disappoint you. Our monarchy isn’t like England’s. We are the government and our people are very much our interest. We are small on the world stage.”

“That sounds vastly preferable, if I’m honest.” You’ve lingered outside one of the many palace doors for a few minutes now, and though you’re still nervous it’s slightly different than when you first arrived. “I hope that we can at least be friends? I would hate to be a disappointment to you, either. And I know that you did not ask for this.”

“We will have more time to get to know one another very well.” Javi acknowledges, opening the door for you to enter the palace. “Welcome home, Princess.”

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Ooohh maybe the unresolved sexual tension trope with a bookstore au featuring Javi G?

I LOVED WRITING THIS-- thank you so much for requesting babes!!!

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pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: bookshop AU + unresolved sexual tension

word count: 901 i'm still counting this as a drabble lmao

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

warnings: the only description for reader is that she's short--at least shorter than Javi, unresolved sexual tension

a/n: unrelated to the fic but I've been staring at this gif for so long, look at his hands, I'm going to die

For almost all your life it’s been a fantasy of yours to work at a bookshop.

And honestly, who could blame you? The chocolate scent of books, the dark, candle lit ambiance, the rustic tables set around for those who want to stay and read in peace—all of it prove to be the ideal working environment. It was even better when it rained, the drops so thick that you couldn’t see into the street until the door chimed signaling someone had arrived.

The only issue, if it was an issue at all, is your ridiculously handsome boss.

You remember Javi hiring you in a heartbeat, seeing your miserable state and need to belong. He was kind to you. His soft coffee eyes and tender smile burrowing into your heart as the days passed you by. You were the only employee, other than Nicolas Cage the black cat (you called him Nico for short), so the two of you end up spending a lot of time together. Obviously, you had no complaint.

Now, months later, your heart is heavy with undisclosed emotions as you attempt to do your job. The boxes are heavy, and you have a bad habit of not asking for help. You rise up on your toes, gripping the box tightly and lifting it over your head. With the tips of your fingers, you try to gain leverage to slide the box onto the top shelf. Your shirt slides up, exposing the softness of your stomach, the uncharacteristically cold air making you shudder. You grunt, sweat beading at your temples.

Cold fear rakes down your spine when you feel the box’s weight shift, pulling you off balance. You try to regain your footing, but gravity proves too strong. The world around you slows, the box slips from your grasp and begins to fall. You reach out, your fingers outstretched, hoping to catch the falling box before it's too late. Your fingertips graze the edge of the box, but it's not enough.

Then you feel him behind you.

Javi is there, his strong arms wrapping around your waist in a fleeting moment, pulling you close. You watch wide-eyed as he reaches over your head, his large hands covering your own, and steadies the heavy box.

His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel the heat of his body pressed against your back. Relief washes over you, the weight of the box lifting off your shoulders. His eyes are fixed on the box. The muscles in his arms tense as he carefully sets the box on the shelf, taking care to ensure it's secure.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his breath hot on your neck.

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. He doesn’t move away and rests his hands against the shelf across from you, caging you in. Your heart is beating a mile a minute. He’s so close. Too close. In the distance, you hear the soft paws of Nico moving around. Then, with uncertainty, you turn, your back against the millions of books as you look up to face him.

The air is knocked from your lungs. He’s gorgeous. The fading sunlight streams through the bookshelf behind him, his hair a luscious honey brown. You want to dive your fingers into it. Your gaze drops to his neck, the color of his skin a shade darker. You swallow and lick your lips. He’s so broad—towering. His eyes flit across your face, stopping at your lips that glisten. Javi’s mouth forms a tight line. You want nothing more than for him to close the distance, kiss you stupid, but you know he won’t.

And you’re too much of a coward to do it yourself.

“Thank you,” you say, verbalizing what the nod meant. Your voice cracks at the end. His gaze gradually travels up and locks with yours. You might be imagining it, but you swear his arms move closer, his warm skin ghosting over your cheeks.

“You need to be more careful, mi pequeña ayudante. I do not want you getting hurt.”

He always calls you that. My little helper. At first, you thought he was mocking your height, but you’ve grown fond of the endearment.

You don’t answer him. The air crackling as liquid heat rolls down your spine. You have the constant need to wet your lips and fight against the urge. His breathing grows heavy, his body seemingly closer. You think he’s leaning in. Your heart flutters, arousal pooling between your legs. His knee gently nudges your thigh apart, a sigh leaving your lips as soon as you feel his knee against your sex. You can almost taste him—the coffee from morning, the pie he ate…

You both jump and part away with the bell chiming, the damn thing louder than usual. Javi holds your gaze until the customer calls out, then, with a look between regret and relief, he makes his way to the shop's entrance.

Clumsily, you collect yourself. You pull down your sweater and shift from one leg to the other, ignoring the sharp jolt of pleasure rolling over you with the friction. Then you touch your bottom lip. The taste was so vivid in the seconds that passed. You have half the mind to believe that he did, in fact, kiss you. The sensation lingered on your lips and the back of your tongue, as if he had left a physical mark on you.

But he hadn’t.

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Indiscreet - 03. Last Night in... Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: Finding a moment alone together is hard. Chapter warning: Vomiting, excessive drinking, fluff, and dirty flirting. 18+, as usual. New OCs introduced. Word count: 7k

Playlist: Rainy South Kensington

✧✧✧

JANUARY

You watch the party going at full swing downstairs from the second floor balcony, perfectly content with sitting alone with a glass of champagne, away from the action. Óscar brought you here, to his friend’s birthday party at his mansion just outside of London. Guy’s a major rockstar in the 90s so the crowd skews older and their children already found their cliques, so you end up alone after finding this quiet corner in the guest bedroom. You’ve decided to ditch the party until whenever Óscar would come looking for you to leave.

The door to the room opens again - the nth person going in and out to use the bathroom. But this time you don’t hear it open for the second time to signal their exit.

“Hey,” says a familiar deep voice. It makes you look up. “Why aren’t you downstairs?”

You try to hide your surprise (and dismay) from him. “It’s been a long day.”

“I was looking for you.” Javi approaches you, smile getting bigger with each step towards.

“Were you really?” You counter curtly, not believing the audacity of this man.

On your last day in Tokyo over a month ago, you were functioning on autopilot, sleep deprived from listening to your friend Anya all night about her not-quite-boyfriend that she had been on and off with. You tried to be pleasant, you really did, but after essentially being cockblocked you couldn’t even find the effort to do beyond barely listening to her. It didn’t help that you woke up with more messages from her asking why you were laughing with Javi in the background of Óscar’s costar’s Instagram reels. You explained that you didn’t even know the guy that well (not that you owed her any explanation), and of course everyone involved in the Forces franchise went to the premiere, so of course everyone hung out, duh. She didn’t need to know that you were spending all of your time with him in the past week and that you’d be spending more time with him for work.

Then upon landing in New York you were faced with a new barrage of messages from her about that last day. You, Javi, Óscar, and some of his co-stars went for lunch served by a famed sushi chef - very private and exclusive, but everything’s possible with Javi. You didn’t expect a casual group picture would cause such a reaction from her. You couldn’t be bothered to read all of her texts, but you got the gist of it: it was because Javi’s arm was around you. It was as if she didn’t see his other arm was around Óscar. And she demanded to know why you were wearing his gloves in your picture from the other day, which she had noticed from… you honestly didn’t remember. You just thought it was creepy that she’d notice. You couldn’t understand why she cared about Javi so much. You didn’t even have time to think about what her thought process was because you were faced with a new filming schedule Óscar gave you.

Then it kept piling up. You barely spent a day sorting and packing to leave for London when your parents called you to spend the holidays with them. Which you obliged, but that meant not having time off for yourself at all before you were needed on set… and that meant canceling your plans to spend time with Javi road tripping in England after Christmas.

You haven’t seen him since the day you left for the island you spent your holidays at. That was almost a month ago. He didn’t seem to miss your presence much though, in contrast to what he said in his messages. “Looks beautiful, wish I was there” meant “I’m only saying this to keep the conversation going”. “I’ll show you around the set, don’t worry” meant not showing up at all for weeks because he’d decided to stay in LA until it’s time for the actual shoot. “I have to stay a few more days” meant bringing someone who looked around your age to an award show that he never even mentioned until you saw it all over social media.

“Yeah, c’mon, let’s go get some drinks. Let’s catch up…” Javi doesn’t have to ask you to know what you’ve been up to. He obsessively checked your Instagram while you were apart, careful not to let it show whenever he texted you. He wanted so badly to make a comment about the white dress you wore on New Year’s Eve, or the red swimsuit that has been occupying his mind at all hours…

“I’m good.” You make no eye contact with him, eyes occupied with the half empty champagne glass in your hand.

Javi moves closer to you and leans on the wall. “Let’s go anyway, I’ll introduce you around.”

“Óscar beats you to it, don’t worry. And he showed me around on my first day too.”

“I’m sorry about that…” So that’s why you’re not enthusiastically greeting him after all this time apart. “I had to stay behind for awards season.”

“Looks like you had fun.”

“Would’ve been more fun with you,” Javi winks, the corner of his mouth forming a half smirk.

“Seriously, Javi? What would your girlfriend say?” You stand up to your full height and look at him right in his eyes.

“Hm?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me. We were texting almost everyday, the least you could do was mention it once.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your date!”

He looks at you confused. “...Emma?”

“I don’t know, the one in the blue dress, whatev–” Who kissed and hugged you in front of cameras.

“She’s just a friend. From another movie, a long time ago.” Yeah, how comforting, after what he said about dating his actresses.

“A long time ago? She looks my age.”

“A couple of years older, but yeah. What about her?”

“You should’ve told me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna step on any boundaries,” you firmly say. “Would be nice to know if you’re… with someone.”

“Is that all?” His eyebrow quirks up. Now, why do you care if he’s with anyone? Javi feels a sense of pride blooming at your admission. “I have no relationship with her whatsoever – never had – and she actually got married over the holidays.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, very private, normal guy. They don’t want to announce yet. She needed a date, and that’s where I came in. Happy?” Javi lays it all out with a pleased smirk. Seeing you flustered and so, so bothered at the prospect of him being with someone else satisfies something in him.

He stares at you as you stand, thinking it over, with your arms crossed. After a few moments you finally take a deep breath and hang your head. Now you feel foolish about the weeks you spent being frustrated over your theories and your feelings. “I guess.”

Relief is obvious on your face and Javi thinks: you care. You care. He comes closer to you and touches your arm, his own opening in invitation for a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

✧

A couple of days later you find yourself in a small coffee shop in Soho with him, waiting for the rain to stop over your hot chocolate and his triple shot espresso when an hour turns to two and you decide to brave the weather. He tries to shield you from the worst of it with his height at first and warms your hands with his as you shiver from the cold. The both of you cackling in glee as you run towards the first vacant cab to get to his place all the way in South Kensington.

The brutal shooting hours finally takes a toll on you and you fall asleep on the way, later on woken up by him gently nudging you while he overpays and apologizes to the driver for wetting the seats. He leaves a spare old band T-shirt and shorts outside the bathroom while you change out of your dripping clothes. One movie-and-cocktails night turns into a routine for the following weeks – sometimes at his house, sometimes in your hotel room, sometimes in quiet, independent movie theaters that you’ve made a mission to try each one of. He happily tags along every time.

✧✧

FEBRUARY

“We’re out of gin!” You sit back up on the sofa, legs close to your chest, the cutest pleading look you could manage in your half-drunk state. “Can we have some wine, please?”

“That’s the second bottle this week… take it easy.” Javi says with raised eyebrows. It’s barely the middle of the week.

“Pleeeeeeease?”

“One glass, alright?” He gets up off the floor to go to his open kitchen. Observing his stacked wine fridge, he starts listing them off to you and checking on your reaction each time. “I have Chardonnay, merlot, Malbec, Shiraz…”

You make a face. “No rosé?”

He gives you a small shake no. “There’s a Carmenere… cava…”

“What is that? Don’t think I ever had it.”

“Sparkling Spanish wine. Never?” He takes it along with a couple of new glasses. He pours yours first and sits on the opposite end of the sofa. “Didn’t try it in Spain? I thought you drank a lot.”

“I always go with sangria, and uh, not that much.” You start to sip yours, not meeting his eyes. You don’t care for his snarky tone but decide to let it slide for now. “I wasn’t always like this.”

“Late rebel phase?” Javi prompts curiously. Not that late, perfectly normal for your age, but your amount is quite concerning for him.

“More like I just acquired my taste for it.” You make a show of raising and extending your glass to him. “This is really good, Javi.”

“Of course, it’s Spanish.” He winks and refills yours, and the both of you sit in silence while you drink. After finishing his, Javi rolls his neck with a crack and you let out a chuckle.

“You sleepy?”

“Hate to admit it, but yes. Do you wanna go over the script one more time?”

“I think I got it,” you gulp. “Thanks, Jav.”

“Want me to drive you home…” Javi starts to move closer to you.

“Maybe after–”

“…or stay here?” He asks carefully, looking deep into your eyes.

“I have an early call tomorrow…”

“It’s late, though.”

“Yeah, it is.”

You finish your drink and hold it between your hands, your fingers intertwined on your stomach. You study his profile: strong nose, wavy long-ish hair that curls over his ears, facial hair with a little gray here and there, and a mustache that’d look comical on anyone else, the corners of it damp from the wine. Your eyes travel down to his broad shoulders, to his big arms, to his large hands and long fingers… Months after seeing him for the first time, you’re even more positive this man was made for you – physically, at least. He’s your type to a T. He’s not far off from the dream man you used to make up in your daydreams. It’s not the liquor talking, either…

You never thought you’d have the hots for someone twice your age and you have to admit: it’s sexy. If only he could feel the same. You clear your throat, bringing him out of his reverie too, and nod towards the bottle. “Look, we’re halfway there.”

“Might as well finish it, huh?”

“”One glass,”” you tease him, lifting your legs to sit up straight. The alcohol finally gets to your head and you miscalculate your move… as you’re supposed to plant your feet on the floor, you kick the wine bottle in Javi’s hand and also his glass, causing the gold liquid to spill all over the table, the carpet, the marble floor, and his lap.

“Fuck!” You gape in horror at the mess you made. You see some of the wine has splashed onto the sofa too. You attempt to stand up to go to the kitchen to get a paper towel, a rag, anything, before you realize there are shards of glass around Javi’s feet. Losing your balance, you awkwardly fall to the floor on your side. “FUCK! Ow!”

Javi is still sitting there shocked for a few seconds before the situation sets in. “Are you okay?!”

“Are you okay?” You ask him back in a defeated voice, still trying to refocus your eyes and endure the throbbing pain in your head.

Javi pulls you up quickly to a sitting position and it makes you feel even more nauseated than before. You cradle your head between your legs and feel a familiar feeling in your gut. Oh, no… Luckily you grab the empty paper bag of the tacos takeout quickly before you throw up the contents of your stomach into it. Javi doesn’t hesitate to pull your hair out of your face and rub circles on your back. When you’re done, he takes the bag of mess from your hand.

“I’ll clean this up. You use the bathroom, there’s a spare toot–”

You cut him off in embarrassment. “Got it.”

You hobble into the guest bathroom, absentmindedly slamming the door shut and leaning against it. You catch yourself in the mirror: face in disbelief and covered in cold sweat, red and misty eyes, disheveled hair. A mess.

Great. Now he’s gonna think you’re just some silly girl who drinks too much and can’t even handle it. What grown man would want anything to do with someone who still acts like a teenager? Making a mess of yourself and his house. Oh fuck, he mentioned it’s an expensive, custom made sofa… and he had his carpet shipped all the way from Turkey. You stupid, fucking, idi–

A sudden knock on the door makes you jump. “Hey, are you alright in there?”

“Um, I’m just about done here, I’ll be back out in a sec.” You hear your own voice raspy from the dryness in your throat and your nerves.

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

This is it. He’s gonna call me a cab and that’s it. No more of these night ins. Defeated, you clean yourself up and swallow your pride.

Javi is on all fours in the living room, wiping the liquid from the floor and furniture, occasionally wringing the cloth into a champagne bucket. What the hell just happened?! It still hasn’t fully registered to him how you managed to kick everything that was in his hands. She should stop drinking so much, he thinks. From what he could recall, there hasn’t been a single day that you spent together where you didn’t drink throughout or ended up drinking by the end of the night, be it going out or at his house or your hotel room. He’d expected you to be insulted by his question earlier, but your answer just leaves him curious. More than anything, it makes him feel protective. He’s emptying a tray of broken glasses and wine-stained paper towels into a trash can when you reemerge and approach him.

“Javi,” you begin. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have had so much.”

“It’s okay. It happens,” he says, still busy with the task at hand, not quite looking at you.

“Is there anything I could help you with?”

“Just sit there. I got you some water,” he gestures to the kitchen island and your untouched share of tacos. “And eat your food. It’ll help you.”

You sit on the bar stool and slowly sip your first non-alcoholic drink of the night. Your fingers lightly wipe over the dews on the glass as you close your eyes and feel every pounding in your head.

“I’ll go get you some aspirin.” You look up to see him staring intently at you. “And I think it’s better if you stay. Just in case you need anything in the middle of the night. You could email me and Óscar tomorrow morning–”

“Jav–”

“–and say you’re not feeling well.” Javi says with finality in his tone.

“I can’t hold up production, Javi. I appreciate it but I can’t. I owe him too much.”

“He’ll understand. He could shoot something else, one day won’t hurt. Wait here – and eat, please.”

Javi comes back with the pills, an old band t-shirt of his that you’ve worn before, and a pair of pajama pants for you to change into. Looks like you’re staying in after all.

✧✧

You wake up the next morning to soft knocks on the door, followed by gentle footsteps approaching the too comfortable bed you’re in.

“Did you sleep well?” Javi sets down a tray on the nightstand. You mumble a yes, head still heavy from sleep and hangover. “I made you tea and avocado toast.”

“You didn’t have to.” You sit up quickly and immediately regret it because the room starts spinning and you feel like you’re about to turn inside out.

“Yeah, I did,” he chuckles. “I’ve called Óscar and told him you’re taking the day off.”

“Noooooooooo.” You groan.

“It’s done. I told him you texted me this morning that you came down with something and couldn’t get out of bed. It’s fine.”

“Does he know I’m here?”

“No, I told him you texted me,” he smiles amusingly to himself. You haven’t fully woken up yet. “As far as he’s concerned, you’re just sick in your own room.”

You don’t like that he lied on your behalf without your approval and to his own best friend that easily, but you decide to let it slide for now. It’s still morning and you’re not about to start an argument, especially when that toast looks exceptionally tasty.

“Okay,” you take a sighing breath. “I’m really, really sorry about last night... I promise you, I’ll pay for the rug.”

“Don’t worry about it. Cleaners already picked it up this morning.”

“This morning? What time is it?”

“Twelve.”

Your mouth pops open. “SHIT!”

“Yeah… well,” he chuckles. “Your clothes are still in the dryer, do you want me to bring them here?”

The thought of him folding your clothes would sound sexy any other time but right now, you’re just embarrassed. “No, I… I’ll get them myself.”

“Okay. Towels are in the bottom drawer. I’ll leave you to it.”

✧

“Rome. By all means, Rome. I will cherish my visit here for as long as I live.”

Javi watches your eyes glisten in the dark as Gregory Peck walks across the hall all alone, never to see Audrey Hepburn again.

“I want a love like that.” You look at him while scooping the last bits of your gelato.

Javi turns on the lights of his home theater to see your face better. “It’s a sad ending.”

“Sure, but their love is everlasting. Like Mia and Sebastian’s too.”

“Hmm, don’t think theirs is either.”

“No?”

“She’s married. They’ve moved on.”

“They still love each other! And, they could get back together, off-screen.”

Javi raises his eyebrows and starts to laugh.

“Even if they didn’t, they’re still each other’s greatest love! They’ll long after each other, forever.”

He continues laughing at you. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“It’s romantic!”

“They didn’t end up together! Would not!”

“Doesn’t make it any less so!”

Javi is now throwing his head back and clutching his stomach. “I think you need to date more often, if that’s your idea of romance.”

“So why haven’t you asked me out?” You blurt out before you could think twice.

Javi’s laughter stops and he sits straight up. Silence falls between you both. All the humor is gone in his now darkened eyes. “What do you mean?” Panic and anxiety start to bubble in you. “Are you drunk?”

“No?”

“Ugh,” he groans into his hands. “What is this…”

“Oh, okay,” you say shakily, your heart beating out of your chest. “Sorry that I assu–”

Javi raises a hand to interrupt you. “Do you remember that night, the afterparty?” You nod. “What do you remember?”

You look at him in confusion. “We drank and danced on the balcony?”

“After that.”

You shrug. “I went home.”

“Between that, then.”

You stare at him blankly. You can’t say that you remember what happened between being at that party and waking up in your bed the morning after. Not even how you got home - you’d assumed Óscar drove you back, of course. You remember having a massive headache, worse than the one you just had this morning. You remember Javi looking devastatingly handsome, looking every inch the billionaire heartthrob that he is. You faintly remember his scent when he stood close to you and you remember him murmuring in your ear and you remember tugging off his jacket and you remember your lips on–

“Javi…” you gasp. “Did we– did we, um…?”

“No,” he says quickly and clears his throat. “No, no.”

“We didn’t… kiss?”

“Oh. Well… not quite. You did, but–”

“Oh my God.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Javi clears his throat again and looks you straight in the eyes. “I took you home, but you weren’t walking straight at that point… you kept touching me and kissing my neck… I tucked you into bed… and I took off your dress because you said you didn’t want to sleep in it.”

You bury your face in your hands in embarrassment, and he continues.

“I didn’t look – at all – and then you asked me to stay but I left. It wouldn’t feel right. Next day you texted me for coffee, but I was on set, so we went to Grind the day after, right? And we went back here? And, nothing. You acted like nothing happened. You never mentioned it. I thought you thought it was a drunken mistake or I was someone else and you just didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t know what to say.” You breathe out after a few moments. It’s true that you weren’t aware of what you did, but you had been thinking night after night that maybe he’s just not interested in you, that it’s all you being too hopeful. He is kind and personable to everyone and it crossed your mind that you might have been overestimating your interactions. Or maybe the novelty of flirting with you had worn off and being back in LA surrounded by beautiful people made him forget about you. Some nights when you were alone and feeling particularly shitty, you thought that maybe he was going abroad to see someone else, not for business meetings. But never did it occur to you that it was you who embarrassed yourself and made him uncomfortable that night… and last night too. “I… have no recollection of any of that. I’m so sorry, Javi, if I made you uncomfortable and if you don’t feel the same, it’s fine.”

Javi shakes his head. “If you weren’t drunk, I would’ve stayed,” he says sheepishly. “You need to black out less often, though.”

“I know, I’m trying.”

“I’ll help you with that,” he takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers. A smirk forms on his lips. “So, any suggestions for our first date?”

You pull your hand away. “Oh, no, you don’t have to. Let’s just forget I even said anything about that.”

“So you don’t want to? Because I do.” Javi says earnestly.

“You’re just trying to be nice.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t, no.”

“I would’ve stayed. I mean it. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to… be with you. Been thinking about you since that first day. I’ve gone back and forth about this…” Javi clears his throat, finding his next words. “I thought I’d wait until we wrap this to bring it up, but... no better time than now.”

You want to believe him. You really do. “I’ll be fine, Javi.”

For all you know, this is just his thing… hooking up with whoever he’s working with at the time, but after. He’s told you as much all those months ago. Why would you be any different from them? If anything, this makes you feel even worse.

Javi sees your internal conflict and brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers trailing down until he softly caresses your chin. “I’m serious. I thought you could tell all this time.”

Maybe? You were happily already in the mindset that he was just naturally flirty and not interested in you in any way at all. Sure, you were hopeful, but you also knew it wasn’t possible. “I don’t know.”

“So you wanted to kiss me for nothing?” Heat creeps up on you in response. “There’s gotta be something here, right?”

You shake your head, preparing for the worst. There’s only one way to know for sure. “Is there? How do I know this isn’t just… one of your things? I’ll admit that I find you attractive, obviously, but we can just not do anything about it. Besides, you’re a lot older… you know that.”

Well, Javi didn’t expect the age jab but he refuses to let up, especially when you’re so wrong from where he stands. “This isn’t. I swear. When I told you I never wanted to pursue anything unless I’m really sure… I meant that. And come on, who cares? I don’t think you actually do.”

No, you actually don’t. Not when it comes to him.

“If you give me a chance, I’ll prove it to you.” Javi takes your hands again, his eyes pleading. Please believe me.

And you want to. This is right out of your daydreams. You should be elated, you should feel proud of yourself that he wants you back, you should be jumping up and down and into his arms, but something bugs you. Not just his past habits, or the embarrassment you feel from the way you came on strong to him, or your doubt that he’s just asking this out of pity, but…

You squeeze his hand, and nod your head yes.

“Yeah?” Javi’s smile could blind you.

“Yeah.” You confirm. “But Javi…” you look at your joined hands, his almost comically bigger than yours. “What about Óscar?”

“Oh, baby… we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Next thing you know, this man of your dreams inches closer and closer and closer, your back hits the plush velvet seat, his lips asking for your invitation… which you give him without hesitation.

✧✧

The fireplace must have been put out long ago. You wake up with a shiver, despite being wrapped like a burrito with the blanket that you shared with…

Javi. You slept with him – in the literal sense – and it was your idea. You know you have a tendency of draping yourself over someone else while you’re sleeping… Is that why he wrapped you up? You only hope that no one in the house saw anything incriminating.

You undo yourself from the folds and reach for your phone to check the time, and the first thing you see is a message from Javi, received hours ago: “Didn’t want to wake you. See you tonight at 8? Daphne’s, as promised.”

You type out a kissing emoji and start to put on your pants when you notice a plate of toast with marmalade and an already cold cup of tea on the coffee table. You carry them outside where you find Ava watching over her son kicking a ball around by himself.

“Hey, how was your sleep?”

“Too good. I didn’t realize I got up so late. Thank you for these.”

“Thank Javi. He was up before us making breakfast.” You look down to hide your smile. “What are you doing today?”

“I have a fitting at 2. I probably should get going pretty soon.” You sit in silence while eating your breakfast. Ava turns to you pointedly.

“This morning… you and Javi seemed cozy.”

Oh, fuck. “Yeah, I couldn’t let him sleep on the floor, it was really cold.”

“I meant you were snuggling on him, but it’s okay, Óscar didn’t see it.”

Oh, fuck, you knew it. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

“Don’t worry about it. But, woman to woman,” she starts and you can’t help but to meet her eyes this time. “Don’t start anything while you’re still working. I didn’t say anything to Óscar, but this could be difficult for all of us.”

“Uh,” you clear your throat and decide to play it dumb. “It was probably an accident, it’s nothing like that.”

“Óscar doesn’t even see the possibility because he still sees you like a kid, but I’ve noticed.”

“Hm…?” You try to focus on your food, your heart pounding in the back of your throat making it hard to swallow or even taste anything.

“You and Javi.” You hold your breath, ready to deny anything she throws at you. “I don’t care. You’re old enough to know what you’re doing. All I’m saying is please don’t risk anything while you’re still on his set. This is really, really important to him. He’s not gonna react well. All he needs is to be focused on this film, right now.”

You sip on the cold, bitter tea in a futile attempt to warm yourself. “Why do you think–”

“I’ve known him for a long time, as long as I’ve known Óscar. I just had to see how he reacts to you.”

You sniffle. “That doesn’t mean a–”

“I saw him kiss you before he left.”

You feel your blood draining from your entire body.

“Like I said, I don’t care if you’re both happy. Do what you two want. But wait. Just for a little more time. You have, what, a month left?” You shrug in defeat and she nods. “There you go, no time at all.”

You cross your arms and bury your shaking hands in your side pockets, the cold increasing tenfold with each passing second, although you’re not sure if it’s from the weather or your shock.

✧✧

Your mind is everywhere else but in the showroom as the seamstresses fuss over the beautiful dress hanging on your figure. The designer, who’s known for dressing A-listers and supermodels on the red carpet, was brought in to create custom pieces for key scenes. He’s also decided to make you the new face of his brand next year as a joint promotion for the movie and his involvement in it. Normally you would’ve fawned over the clothes and made small talks with everyone but today you’d rather fast forward time so you could be with Javi.

“Done.” The senior seamstress announces and you snap out of your thoughts.

“Turn around,” the designer orders you. “Perfect. Now the other one, thank you.”

As they fix the hem and who knows what else of another dress on you, your mind drifts to his thicker and longer fingers trailing up your thighs that one movie night. How his hands parted you as you keen and arch under his touch. It’s funny, how one moment you were doubting him, and the next you thought nothing has ever made as much sense as you two together. His lips peppering you with kisses in return, and you beckoning him closer and closer with each one. You grabbing his hair at one particular ravenous kiss, him involuntarily bucking between your legs at your gasp. He told you he wanted to do this since that very first day but he wanted to do right by you and take you out properly first. You were right about one thing - he’s a generous lover, and you haven’t even gone past second base yet. He took his time getting you all hot and bothered, “proving” that he wasn’t just bullshitting you.

But you know men. You’ve been hurt before. They’d say anything to get what they want, and you’re a bit inclined to believe Javi is not that different, as much as you desperately need him too. You know it’s best to not rush into things, as skillful as he and his hands are… and his voice…

And before all that you have to talk to him. On the way from the cottage you thought about what Ava said. All things considered, and as much as you hate to admit it, she’s right, and you shared that concern too that night. Óscar brought you here and to do this behind his back would hurt him. Technically, nothing serious happened, but if Óscar found out about that night or even the night of his friend’s party… you don’t even dare imagine it.

✧✧

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him with a sigh, but it’s more for you trying to convince yourself. Two hours have been spent on choosing the right outfit and even better underwear when he calls to tell you about a sudden meeting he has to have with some studio executives.

“It could be huge. I’m talking about a major deal for me and Óscar.”

“Yeah, I said it’s fine.”

“You don’t sound fine, baby.”

“I’m a little sad about it and I’m already dressed, so I’m just gonna find some friends to go out with. What time will you be done?”

“What are you wearing?” His voice drops an octave.

“Something pretty.” You haven’t actually put on the dress you’ve chosen but you have a feeling he’s more interested in what you’re wearing underneath it.

“Tease,” he tsk’s.

“You deserve it.” You say as a matter-of-fact.

“Agree. I promise to make it up to you. Tomorrow.”

“Promises, promises…” you tut.

“I’ll make it worth it.”

“Yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“Something dirty.”

You laugh. “Tease!”

✧✧

It’s already past midnight when the meeting is finally over. It didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. He had risked disappointing you to woo other people instead to expand his production company. He was hoping to bring in a few experienced people in the industry to help him, but alas, their creative differences are too vast. Óscar immediately leaves to go home to his family but Javi decides to stay for something a little stronger than the vintage wines he bought for the table. He glances at the crowded outdoor area to find an empty seat when he sees you in the middle of the room. What are the odds? He wants to make a straight line to you, but decides against it... you deserve a nice night out he robbed you of. He’s not going to interrupt you lest you think he wants you available to him at all times at his convenience. He’s about to turn around and find a place inside when he feels long acrylic nails gripping his arm.

“Heyyyy,” a slurred voice greets him as her pointed edges dig into his bicep.

“Hi.” He replies curtly, shrugging her touch off of him. He hates to sound like a douchebag, but doesn’t this place have a rule against bothering other guests?

✧

You see your friend Anya walking – no, stomping – towards you, almost slamming straight into a waiter.

“Bitch, Javi fucking Gutierrez is here!” she screams. “Shouldn’t you know?” She challenges you smugly.

You’re too confused to come up with a snarky response. Javi? He’s not in a meeting?

“Where?!” One of her friends asks.

“Inside! Anyway, he was sooooo flirty and he asked me for my number. He was looking down at my dress too. I told you my tits look nice.”

You roll your eyes discreetly at her obvious attempt at fishing for compliments – you’re used to it. While her friends start bombarding her with questions, you excuse yourself from the table to find him. If he was really here. Javi didn’t say anything about being here. Is he here for you? Impossible, you didn’t tell him where you were going. You walk past the numerous themed rooms and finally find him at the quieter bar upstairs.

He’s already looking at you walking towards him, the mischievous glint in his eyes more apparent the closer you get to him, as if he sensed your presence before you even made yourself seen. His hair is slicked back messily and he’s taken off his suit jacket, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a fresh glass of top shelf whiskey halfway done between his fingers.

“You look familiar,” you say once you seat yourself next to him.

“Mmm. You too, gorgeous. Reminds me of my girlfriend,” he plays along. Girlfriend? Oh, he’s bold.

“Girlfriend? Let’s hope she won’t hear about you asking another girl out.”

“You?” He winks.

“White dress, heavy eye makeup? That was my friend. I didn’t buy for one second that you asked for her number. Did you?”

“No,” he says, pointing to a damp ball of tissue he’d used to wipe the dew off his fingers. “She wrote hers down and shoved it to me. And I think I have scratches on my arms.”

“And I take it you didn’t look down her top either?”

“No,” he puts his hands up. “Her necklace looks familiar, though. Yours?”

“Good eye.”

“It looked better on you,” he smiles. “Honestly, I didn’t even think about looking at hers. There’s a better pair waiting for me at home.”

“Uh huh. How would you know?”

“‘Cause every inch of you I’ve seen already turns me on,” he whispers in your ear. “Fuck babe, what are you wearing?”

You slightly turn your back to face him and get your hair out of the way, giving him a full view of the elaborate thin straps of your almost backless silk dress. He reaches and takes one in between his fingers.

“Think if I tug this it’ll take the whole thing off? Fuck me.”

“Better keep your promise tomorrow then,” you purr.

“Let’s go now. You didn’t drink, right?”

“No, just water.”

“That’s great. Proud of you, baby.”

“I can’t bail, though. They think I’m in the bathroom and if I don’t come back they’re gonna wonder and Anya’s gonna ask questions. I don’t want that drama right now. And, they’re not even my friends for me to trust.”

“When you said you were going out with friends I thought you meant with… what do you call them? Belgravia Blondes?”

“Yeah.” You like that he remembers the name you gave for the three very blonde and bougie group of friends that includes Elise, your co-star. “I was going shopping with them. Then as we were leaving, Anya called me to say that she was in Harrods too, and–”

“Harrods?!” He balks. You’re usually the one to avoid huge crowds.

“Poppy needed something! To be fair she took us to the private rooms but anyway, I shouldn’t have posted anything, because Anya saw my story and demanded that we meet up, and… here we are.”

Javi thought that you didn’t look like you were fully enjoying yourself and now it’s obvious why. “And where are the blondes?”

“Left as soon as they got us in.” There were too many of Anya’s friends to get in only by your membership. It wasn’t even your idea to bring them here, it was hers and she put you on the spot in front of them. Elise, the actual famous person in the group, had a ‘nice girl’ reputation to uphold too, so she had to go along with it lest being called a rude snob. They bailed as soon as they finished their first round of drinks but not without swarming your texts with apologies.

“We should leave too. You make up some excuse for them while I finish my drink. Driver’s outside.”

“Oh, did you know I was here?”

“No. I had the meeting upstairs, at Matteo’s. I thought I’d pick you up first thing tomorrow morning and then we’d spend the day eating and sleeping.” He winks at you, his innuendo clear.

You bite your lip. “How did it go?

Javi shrugs. “It didn’t work out. Doesn’t matter.”

“Javi, I’m sorry…” You put your hand over his, and he takes yours to grasp it in comfort. It doesn’t last long because you drop his hand, cautious of the people around you. Nothing would leak anywhere because privacy is prioritized here, but being careful is never wrong.

“You never mentioned your friend was in town.” Javi changes the subject.

“I didn’t know.”

“It doesn’t look like you want her to be here either.”

“I mean… yeah, not really.” You feel bad saying it, but it’s true. You’re not a very social person to begin with, and being with Anya and her massive personality and her equally loud friends takes a toll on you fast. You’ve been friends with her for years because most of it is long distance, through text, and you could live with that. Great in small amounts, you once told Javi about several people you know. Plus, her friends are strangers to you, so you’re a lone wolf. You don’t quite vibe with their show off-ness either.

“Alright, so, let’s go.” Javi finishes his drink in one swift gulp. “Make your excuses, I’ll text you when to come out.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Wait for me.”

✧

You wait and wait and wait back at your table and you find out that Anya had promised her friends that you’d give them a tour of Óscar’s set. You never even brought that up. Fueled by annoyance, you promptly announce that you’re going to the bathroom again and that you’re leaving soon and they couldn’t stay if you’re not with them – club rules. Fifteen minutes pass and you come back to everyone gone, only Anya returning from smoking outside. Before you know it, another 15 minutes has passed and there’s still nothing from Javi. Twenty minutes later when she’s left too, you’re still waiting for him by the entryway.

“May I help you, Miss? Are you looking for a cab?” The doorman who’s been watching you pace around asks.

“No, I’m waiting for a friend. Actually, have you seen him? Tall, curly hair, mustache, green-ish suit?”

“If you’re referring to Mr. Gutierrez, I’m afraid he already left, Miss.”

“Yeah, are you sure? That was him?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“When?”

“Around thirty minutes ago.”

You barely register your surroundings as your ears ring and your breathing picks up. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Anytime, Miss. Have a good night. Do you need the cab?”

He stood you up.

How silly of you to think he takes you seriously.

✧✧✧

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wannab-urs · 3 months

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The Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 | Masterlist

Hello and welcome to the PMAMC 2024, a Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Event!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated and to everyone who interacted with these amazing fics. I had an absolute blast running this little event!

NOTE: Warnings are provided, please read them. Some of these are pure fluff, some are angsty, and some have potentially triggering elements. All fics are tagged appropriately and you are responsible for your own content consumption. MDNI | 18+

AO3 Link | PMAMC 2023 | #PMAMC 2024

Comandante Veracruz

The Bet by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n Word count: 2.7k

Dave York

Use Me by @theywhowriteandknowthings Warnings: Reader is a blank slate, no race, age, or other descriptive factors (reader can hold Dave up on the bed). Mentions of M!Masturbation; F!Masturbation; pet names (good girl, Sweetheart); Sub/Dom dynamics; Soft!Dom Dave; face riding; Swiping that nose like an Amex; a little bit of Switch action; derogation (Dave calls reader a slut, reader likes it); degradation kink; praise kink(if you squint?); use of "Sir" for Dave; anal play; use of butt plugs; lots of lube (it's necessary folks!); harness play; strap-on use; pegging; anal penetration with a dildo; food consumption (snacks); food mention (takeout food); aftercare; bathing; they're sappy married idiots in love. Word Count: 5.8k

Dieter Bravo

I'll Try Anything Once by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Warnings: Oral sex M and F receiving, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, unprotected PIV sex, pegging, cumplay, cum swapping, cum swallowing Word Count: 2.5k

Din Djarin

Beautiful Release by @prolix-yuy Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, IT'S PEGGING DIN TIME! Anal sex (m receiving), rough sex, sex toys, fingering (m receiving), handjob, frottage, blowjob, swallowing, cumshot, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mild dubcon (Reader isn't aware of Din's mental state and stops the session to re-negotiate boundaries), painful sex, sex as self-flagellation, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 4.1k

Ezra

Aquamarine by @for-a-longlongtime Warnings: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink).

Frankie Morales

On One Knee, On Two Knees by @beskarandblasters Warnings: f!reader, y’all get engaged, anal fingering, handjob, pegging, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, Frankie is a Good Boy™, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.6k

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Trussed Up by @wannab-urs Warnings: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client. Word Count: 2.5k

Javi Gutierrez

On the First Date by @max--phillips Warnings: Pegging, obviously. Also, first dates, potentially embarrassing scenario gone very right, oral sex (reader receiving), strap on blowjob, Javi's just excited to be there, and of course some softness thrown in for fun. Word Count: 2.1k

Javier Peña

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept Warnings: Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Moreno

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills Warnings: smut. pegging, anal, tit job, hand job, pussy job, sumata, prostate stimulation, anal fingering, sex work, coming untouched, praise kink, slight sub/dom vibes, subspace kind of, erotic massage, pining?? In my fic?? writer knows nothing about massages, many liberties taken. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Pike

Give and Take by @agentmarcuspike Warnings: pegging, use of a strap-on, reader doesn't have a penis, anal fingering, rimming, showering together, established romantic relationship (2+ years), lots of lube, wet wet wet (not the group), sweet sappy romance, cum play (?), coming untouched, pet names (baby, darling, good boy), begging a lil bit Word Count: 2.2k

Max Phillips

The Gift of Your Grave by @gasolinerainbowpuddles Warnings: POV switching, questionable consent if you squint due to inherent power imbalance, Max is serving cunt with side of a soft boi, pegging, butt stuff, angst, fluff, discussions about drug use/sobriety/coping mechanisms, my personal supernatural lore that exists bc I say it does, Frankie lacks confidence in himself until he embraces his super power sub status, using a dick like a pacifier (we’ve all been there), very loose workings of a dom/sub dynamic but mostly reward/punishment concepts and orgasm control Word Count: 8.1k

Maxwell Lord

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie Warnings: takes place in the 80s, fem!OC with no physical descriptions, gambling (pls don't), alcohol and references to it, descriptions of fake gore and blood, reader smokes, references to domestic violence and abuse, smut - pegging, anal fingering, come eating, praise. Word Count: 4.9k

No-outbreak Joel

Will You Show Me? by @eupheme Warnings: switch!joel and switch!reader, poly relationship, use of alcohol, light sub/dom elements, sex toys, references to threesomes, sexual photos, oral sex, anal play, pegging, joel teaches you what to do

Oberyn Martell

My Way by @lincolndjarin Warnings: five seconds of plot to build up to a whole lot of porn, pegging (obvi), medieval strap on, glass toys, fingering, oberyn sucks the strap, allusions to other partners, referring to a dildo as a cock, multiple orgasms, overstimulation if you squint, premature ejaculation?? idk he cums fast bc i'm a sucker for that, cum play, reader has brief penis envy idk if that's the term but yeah, spit as lube bc its the olden days or whatever, anal sex, soft & loving sex, sort of a gentle dom vibe from reader, they're married <3 <3 <3, aftercare, i didn't really edit this as much as i should have (i'm sleepy) so apologies in advance

Pero Tovar

The Mercenary and his Witch by @nerdieforpedro Warnings: slight misogyny (11th century people it would be weird if there wasn’t), mentions of whorehouses (it’s work - respect it), threat of violence, fingering (male and female), edging and teasing, biting, a sweet Pero?, ass play (with fingers), oral sex (female and male receiving), mentions of food (a Nerdie fic staple), pegging, cum massage and eating, aftercare Word Count: 4.8k

Post-outbreak Joel

A Bad Deal by @jksprincess10 Warnings: NON CON, DDDNE dark!reader, drugging someone without their knowledge, non consensual pegging, lots of degrading, slight somnophilia, pegging without prep, reader is crazy as fuck, mentions of blood, unprotected p in v, dom!reader, toxic relationship

Pre-outbreak Joel

Ripe by @hier--soir Warnings: pre-outbreak, set in the early 2000s, early thirties joel my lover boyy, bisexual reader, established relationship, that one shit stirring friend, brief alcohol consumption and piv sex at the onset, brief masturbation [m] in the bath, a little ass eating and fingering, a little spitting, pegging, dirty talk, praise, dildo is described as "your cock" multiple times, reach around hand job you will always be famous, they talk each other through it, the word hole is used 11 times but it feels like 100, also they're in love okay bye. Word Count: 5.3k

EXTRAS

-- here's all the fics that weren't included in the main event, but are just as delicious --

SNL Characters

Game Over by @magpiepills Mario x Princess Peach!Reader Warnings: pegging, anal fingering, dirty talk, drinking, flirting, butt plugs, use and abuse of video game imagery, crack fic, probably cringe. No use of y/n, reader is princess peach, but her hair, skin and body type aren’t described.

A Table for Two by @gasolinerainbowpuddles and @joelsgreys Mrs. Claudia Flores x the Italian Waiter x Lisa from Temecula Warnings: cracfkic, pegging, bad Italian accents, lots of culinary euphemisms, tiny font Spanish/Italian translations

Marcus Pike

Whatta Man by @atinylittlepain Warnings: this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

Ezra

Prospecting by @marisferasiop Warnings: Peg that space rat! pegging, anal fingering, anal toying, rim job, mildly degrading language, lil bit of overstim, cum as lube, cum eating, Ezra being a soft baby

Frankie Morales

My Boys by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: mmf threesome, established relationship, pegging, anal, fingering, oral (m receiving, hint at f receiving), soft dom reader, sub!Frankie, praise, pet names (babe, baby), fluff, feelings, no use of y/n

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Barista to Sugar Baby {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 19.3k

Warnings: Sugar baby/daddy relationship, foot fetish, reader wearing high heels, fake dating, pool sex, unprotected sex, foot job, oral sex (female receiving), confessions

Comments: Coming to your coffee shop everyday because you have become the muse for his next script, Javi G offers you the deal of a lifetime. Becoming his sugar baby.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Pulling into the empty parking spot, Javi gets out of his Ferrari that he had shipped over from Mallorca. He grabs his laptop and notebook before locking the car and making his way to his favorite cafe. It’s small, relatively quiet for Venice Beach and it just so happens to have his latest muse working there: you.

He sits down at his regular table, opening his laptop and notebook ready to take notes when you come over, a smile on your face. “Hey stranger. Double espresso and a pan au chocolat?” You assume and he chuckles, nodding before you walk off to get his order. He watches you go, taking note of your gait and the sway of your hips. When you return with his coffee and pastry, you set it down and smile at him again, making his stomach twist. “One of these days you’re gonna order something different.” You tease, “and I’m still gonna get you that exact order out of habit.”

Javi laughs, enjoying the way that your eyes sparkle and the flash of your teeth as you smile. It’s genuine, not just a smile to get a larger tip. Although, you already know that he’s going to be leaving you a tip larger than the bill. While he didn’t understand American tipping, when in Rome…”And when you do, I won’t complain.” He teases back, flashing his own bright smile back at you, imagining this scene in the new screenplay he is writing.

“That’s a good thing. No refunds allowed here. Boss’s orders.” You joke, enjoy his scoff, knowing he’s witnessed your boss being an asshole to staff in front of the customers. You bite your lip, wondering if you should be rude and ask but the curiosity has been eating away at you. “What are you writing?” You ask, hoping he isn’t offended.

“Oh.” Leaning back in surprise, he looks down at the laptop and then back up at you. “I am working on my next script.” He explains. “I- write scripts- have written scripts and the last one did so well, I’m hoping this one does too.” He’s flustering slightly, well aware that he finds you very attractive and that the reason that he is here is so he can observe you for the character in his movie. “Have you seen Nic Cage’s newest movie?” He asks, wondering what you thought of it. Or if it had appealed to you.

You nod, “are you kidding? I love Nic Cage. I think I’ve seen every single movie of his…including the Croods.” You confess, a little flustered. “When I heard he had a new movie out, I was there at midnight. I can watch Peggy Sue Got Married over and over again.” You admit, having been a movie nerd while growing up, obsessed with the costume design.

Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect. “Really?” His eyes light up and grins up at you. “I love Peggy Sue Got Married. So the movie that Nic was in - I wrote that with him.” He tells you excitedly. “Javi Gutierrez, that’s me.” He doesn’t want to brag, but he is extremely excited that you know the movie and he can talk about it with you. Since parting ways with Gabriella - she didn’t want to stay in America - he has been surprised by his attraction to you.

Your eyes widen, “you wrote that? Wow. I- that’s incredible. You must love being around all the movie production and cast and -”

Your boss cuts you off, coming back over to you, “enough chit chat. You’ve got tables to clean.”

Your smile falls and you turn to look at Javi, offering him a small shrug. “Hey. Can I talk to you about some extra shifts?” You ask your boss quietly.

Javi watches you talk to your boss, not particularly caring for the way that the man was speaking to you. He was brash, too abrupt, making your eyes dim slightly. Your shoulders round, obviously not happy with what you are hearing and you nod meekly, a gesture Javi was very accustomed to when he was dealing with his cousin Lucas. You turned and went back to the kitchen, making him wonder what you had talked to him about that made you so sad.

You really need those extra shifts that your boss just denied you. You sigh, wiping away the errant tear that escaped before you compose yourself and head back out there, walking over to Javier’s table. “Would you like another coffee?”

Javi reaches out, touching the back of the hand that is on the table. “What is wrong?” He asks gently, seeing the distress underneath the happy smile you are trying to paint on. He knows that he’s just a guest in your work, but he feels like he’s gotten to know your spirit over the past few weeks.

You glance back over to see the manager has retreated back to his office and you sigh, deciding to confess to a somewhat stranger. “My boss won’t give me more shifts and I need them. Badly. I just - I want to go to art school for costume design - it’s what I moved here for - and now I can’t afford it. I am trying to make ends meet and put money aside but it’s hard.” You seem to deflate with the confession, feeling like a failure.

Javi has money, all of the fortune he had held. The courts determined that his money was separate from the ‘family business’ and didn’t seize it. His eyes widen and he knows he wants to help. “Let me help you.” He blurts out, swallowing when you look at him in surprise. “I can pay you.”

You immediately shake your head, “no. No. I- I can’t accept and I’m…I’m not that kind of girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with sex workers but I just - I don’t do that. I’m sorry. Plus I can’t accept your money.”

His eyes widen in horror as he realizes you think he was soliciting you. “No! No, nothing like that.” He promises, shaking his head vehemently. “Nothing sexual. I- I need dates.” He confesses, blushing slightly and looking around the cafe to make sure that no one is listening to your conversation. “I have a lot of meetings with people, studio execs and producers and I can feel them judging me when I come alone to dinner.” He explains. “I- want someone there beside me. Make conversation and laugh at my jokes.” He gives a small shrug. “I can pay you for that and I wouldn’t even ask for a kiss.”

You are surprised, wondering why this man has to pay to get a date when he’s so damn charming and handsome. “Why?” You blurt out and he frowns. “I mean, you’re smart and charming and sexy and I- I don’t understand…why me?” You ask, a frown on your own face as you wonder what he sees in you that makes him want you to be his escort.

“You are nice to everyone that comes in.” Javi tells you, flushing slightly at your insistence that he is sexy. You don’t know about his money or how much he has, so you aren’t just saying that. “You work hard and you always smile, even if you don’t want to.” He murmurs. “You deserve to have something good happen to you. You want to go to design school? I can help you.”

You bite your lip, unable to believe that he is interested in helping you. “I- I don’t - how can I -” You’re a little taken back that he noticed that bit about your smile. You lean closer, resting your hands on the chair in front of him. “I can’t accept your money.” You whisper, almost in shock with him offering to be so generous.

“Yes, you can.” Javi nods and looks down at his laptop. Reading the latest portions of the script that he had written about his character based off of you. “I want to help you. I can help you.”

You glance back at your boss, knowing he won’t give you any more shifts. “Can I think about it? Give you my answer tomorrow? I just - it’s a lot to accept and I don’t want to take advantage.” You wring your hands together.

Javi nods quickly, not wanting to push. In the end, it was up to you to determine if you were comfortable with it. “Absolutely.” He agrees, reaching in his pocket for a pen and scribbling down his phone number. “If you have questions, you can text me.” He offers as he slides the paper across the table. “If not, I’ll be here tomorrow for another day of writing.” He assures you. “Although if you say no, I won’t be upset.”

You nod, appreciating that he isn’t mad at you. You smile, deciding to get him another coffee before he leaves. “I- I’ll give you my final decision tomorrow.” You nod, walking off to get him another espresso.

Javi tries to go back to his writing, he does, but he’s too consumed by the idea of what he can do for you. Opening up another document and starting to outline things that he would be responsible for if you agreed to this arrangement. Here in the states, it’s called a sugar baby/sugar daddy arrangement. Quickly typing out ideas. Of course everything needed to be approved by you, but he’s sure that you will be shocked. Maybe even argue a little, but he’s wealthy enough that it won’t hurt him.

The next morning, you arrive at work, anxious and nervous to see Javi today. You are going to tell him no, you can’t accept that kind of money. Starting work, you serve customers, getting their morning brew and food, and your boss calls you over with a harsh shout of your name. You walk over to him, confused, and he shakes his head. “You gave that woman a double shot of espresso while she only paid for one.” He crosses his arms, waiting for your explanation.

“She’s a regular here. She comes in at least three times a week. I just - I wanted to reward returning customers. I can pay for it from my tips.” You tell him, knowing that the $1.00 for the extra shot won’t kill you.

“That’s it. I can’t deal with your ‘special treatment’ of customers anymore. You’re fired.” He says with finality.

“Fired? Why?” You argue back, confused and pissed off.

“Because you’re draining my business dry. Go get your shit. You’re done.”

Your shoulders slump, knowing there’s no use in arguing. You are fucked though. Your rent is due tomorrow and this shift was gonna give you the last amount you need to pay it. Taking off your apron, you toss it into the locker before you grab your purse, making your way out of the café when you literally bump into Javi who was making his way to see you. “Oofff. Sorry!” You grunt, stepping back from him. He frowns, glancing at your purse at the café, then back to you.

“Where are you going?" He asks you.

“I am going home. I just got fired.” You shake your head, tears stinging in your eyes from your defeat.

“Fired?” He crinkles his brow and shakes his head. “Why the hell would you be fired? Half the customers in the café come because of you.” He had noticed a lot of the regulars were there because of your sunny attitude and warm smile. The way you remembered their names and made them feel special. You shake your head, give a small shrug and he hates seeing you about to cry. “Come, let me buy you breakfast somewhere else?” He offers. “You shouldn’t drive while you are upset.”

You nod, wanting to give yourself some time to forget about your financial woes. You swallow harshly, letting him guide you towards his car. “Oh wow. It’s - it’s beautiful.” You don’t even want to touch the paint of his bright red Ferrari but he opens the door for you and helps you in. You settle into his car, admiring the pure luxury as he gets into the driver's side. “I’m sorry about this. I’m sure you just wanted to go to your usual place for your coffee.” You tell him as he begins to drive.

“Don’t worry about that.” He shakes his head and tosses you a grin after he stows his laptop bag. “You can be waited on for a bit.” He wants to make you smile, give you a bit of brightness since you are so upset. “Where do you want to eat? Or should I pick? It’s my treat.”

“There’s this cute breakfast place a few blocks away. I used to go there all the time when I first moved here but now I can’t afford it. I mean, I can pay for myself today.” You correct yourself, not wanting him to think you’re taking advantage. You know his offer is still on the table but you are hesitant, not wanting him to think you’re a gold digger.

Javi starts the engine before he looks over at you. “It is just good manners that when a man asks a woman out, he pays for her.” He insists quietly. “Please, let me show you some brightness today.”

You smile, knowing he’s being sincere. “Okay. I appreciate it.” You offer him a soft smile before you look out of the window, trying to stop yourself from staring at him. He’s far too handsome for this to be real. He wants to pay for your school while you go on dates with him. Not even requiring a kiss. It’s too good to be true. He pulls up outside of the restaurant and rushes around to open your door, taking your hand to help you out of the low car. “Thank you.” You say once you’re standing, and your hand tingles from where he’s still holding it.

“You are welcome.” Javi guides you into the café and you are quickly seated in a cute little spot. The place is obviously popular and he grins when he sees mimosas on the menu. That should help you relax and hopefully make you feel a bit better. “I don’t know about you, but I think when you get fired, you should drink mimosas.” He tells you. “With plenty of water so you don’t get dehydrated of course.” He adds with a chuckle. “What do you think? Pomegranate mimosas or Mango Strawberry Bellinis?”

You giggle, “the pomegranate mimosas sound incredible.” You don’t remember the last time you indulged in a brunch and you can’t help but imagine doing this every Sunday with the man in front of you. God, he’s so charming and funny. You know you could easily fall in love with him and that’s what worries you about accepting his offer.

“So…is your offer still on the table?” You ask after you’ve eaten your food. Your belly is full and Javier has been nothing but friendly and so goddamn wonderful.

Javi perks up, wiping his mouth after his last bite and nods. “It is.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the paper he had printed last night. “All of this is negotiable and of course completely up to you, but this is a rough outline of what I meant.” He explains as he hands you the paper.

You stare at the paper after he hands it to you. The total monthly amount is staggering, more than you make in a year. “Javi. This is- this is more than I need for school.” Javi nods, “it’s for school and living. I need you to be available at all times so you won’t be able to get another job. I can pay for your living expenses.” He confirms and you frown, “this is more than what my apartment costs for six months let alone a month. I only live in a studio. I- wow. You’re serious about this?” You ask him, wanting to make sure this isn’t some kind of job.

“Absolutely.” He doesn’t mention that this will allow him to get to know you even better, to dive into the characterization that he wants to mold after you. “I will take you shopping for any dresses you will need, anything that you really want.” He adds, knowing that it will appeal to someone who wants to go to design school.

“Like Pretty Woman? Does that make you Richard Gere?” You joke, knowing this is crazy but you’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity. You’re getting nowhere fast and Javi may be your saving grace. It doesn’t hurt that you’re attracted to him. He chuckles, loving your movie reference. “That makes you Julia Roberts.” He responds with a wink and you lean closer, “just minus the sexy bath…unless you want that.” You tease, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

He bites his lip. Of course he would want the sexy bath scene from Pretty Woman, you are gorgeous. But he would never want to make you uncomfortable. “That would be completely up to you.” He promises. “I meant what I said, I don’t require you to give me anything beyond your time.” He reaches out and takes your hand gently. “I believe in keeping my word.”

You look down at his hand holding yours, a smile appearing on your face when you realize how safe you feel around him. “Okay. Okay. I - I want to do this.” You declare, squeezing his hand and you can’t believe this man is going to change your life.

“Fantastic!” Javi’s smile feels like it’s going to split his face. He lifts your hand and brushes the back of it with his lips, hoping you don’t mind that kind of contact. “Give me your information and I will transfer your monthly allotment right away. Let you get settled.” He lets go of your hand when the check comes and reaches into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out a black credit card.

You have seen a few of those cards in person when rich people would come into the cafe or their assistants would come in to get coffees using their card - that was the most occuring. "Thank you for lunch. It was delicious. I haven't eaten anything that good in a while." You admit, opening your phone to get your bank details for him. It has a pitiful amount in there so you hand it to him, flustered and embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He catches the look on your face and shakes his head, quickly copying your banking information down so he can transfer the money to you. “I do not judge someone based on how much money they have.” He tells you as he sets up the transfer. “It’s about the type of person they are, and you are beautiful, inside and out.”

You take your phone once he’s gotten what he needs and you smile at his words. “Thank you. I- I know this isn’t - I know this isn’t conventional but I just want to say thank you for doing this. For choosing me.” You stand up, leaning over the table so you can kiss his cheek, brushing your lips against the stubble before you settle back in your chair. “Does this mean I have to call you my sugar daddy?” You tease, trying to calm your racing heart.

Javi chuckles, hitting send and watching the transaction go through. “Now you can.” He promises, sending you a small, playful wink. “Let me know if it’s not enough.” He instructs. “And we will go shopping sometime this week for some outfits for dinners.” He tells you. “This money is for you and your school. When we are together, you don’t even think of paying for anything.”

“I’m sure it’s enough.” You scoff, unsure of why he seems so adamant on giving you more than you need. “Okay. You get final choice on the clothes as I need to know where we are going so I can dress appropriately. I - I just hope I’m up to this.” You tell him.

“You’ll be perfect” he promises you, loving how sincere you are in your emotions.

Javi checks his watch again, dismayed that only another minute had passed. Today is the first time he’s taking you out shopping. A dinner tomorrow night is planned and he’s honestly eager to hear how getting enrolled in school has gone. He plans on spoiling you, manicures and pedicures to start and then finding some perfect outfits.

You rush out of your studio apartment, walking towards Javi’s Ferrari that looks out of place in this part of town. He gets out to open your door, looking a little relieved to see you. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to pick out a nice outfit which seems dumb since we are going shopping but I didn’t want the store workers to look down on me and I- sorry I’m rambling.” You cut yourself off. “Hi Javi.” You say softly, wanting to start again.

“Hi.” He gives you a smile before he glances back at your building with a frown. “Please tell me it’s safe on the inside?” He asks softly. He’s not judgmental, but your neighborhood is rough looking, and he hates to think about you in danger.

“It’s as safe as it can be. Thankfully I haven’t had any issues. It’s been okay. I’ve - it’s all I can afford.” You admit, noticing his frown. “Come on, sugar daddy. Let’s go.” You change the subject, getting into the car before he closes the door.

Javi rushes around the car and climbs in beside you. “I have a wonderful day planned, tresor.” He promises. “We are going to start off with pedicures and manicures.” Starting the car, he shoots you a grin. “Ready?”

You nod, excited as you look down at your nails. You weren’t allowed to wear polish at the cafe because your boss wouldn’t allow it so to be able to get a manicure has you exuberant. He speeds away from your curb , a smile on his face as he drives along the street. When you arrive at the salon, it’s probably the most expensive one you’ve ever seen, polished marble and gold accents everywhere.

“I go here.” Javi admits, flushing slightly. “I like the way they do spa pedicures.” He gets out of the car and walks around the front to open the door for you. “They even serve cocktails while you are in the chair.” He doesn’t admit that he can’t wait to see your feet all polished up and smooth. Never wanting to scare you off. It’s honestly something he’s never admitted to anyone.

You can’t help but grin, excited to try this. You admire the fact that he gets pedicures. Self care is important, no matter who you are. You let him guide you towards two awaiting staff who greet him to showcase that he’s a regular. “Come on sweetie. Let me show you to your chair.” The woman smiles, guiding you over to the plush looking massage chair. You follow her, sending Javier isn’t too far behind you and once you’re seated, she goes over the color choices.

“What do you think I should get?” You ask Javi.

“Whatever color you want.” Javi insists, although his eyes fall on the bright, cherry red that on the display case. “I never get polish.” He tells you with a grin. “I wouldn’t know where to begin on that, but the hot stones are a must.”

You notice his eyes drop to the cherry red. You are here for him after all so that’s the one you pick. “God, that sounds good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a massage of any kind.” You realize how your words sound and you flustered, the ladies giggling and Javi bites his lip to smother his smirk.

“We can arrange a leg massage, dear.” She quips and you nod, “thank you.”

He’s beaming, happy that you chose the color he loves. “We will have to arrange a spa day.” He offers. “Massages and steam rooms, hot stones and acupuncture.” He follows you over two the two chairs they indicated and starts to take off his loafers and roll up his pants. “It is my job to spoil you.”

You don’t argue with him this time, knowing it’s useless because he’s going to spoil you. That’s what sugar daddies are for. “Thank you.” You reach for his hand after you take your shoes off and settle into the chair beside him. He kisses the back of your hand and your heart thumps. “Always, tresor.” He winks and you remind yourself that he isn’t dating you. He just wants company.

Javi can’t help but stare at your feet for just a moment. Beautiful arches and toes. Stunning feet that he wants to touch. “What kind of heels do you prefer, tresora?” He asks as they start to run the hot water for you to soak. “I feel like you would have a favorite shoe.”

You bite your lip, pondering the question for a moment before you have your answer. “Stiletto sandals. Something about them just finishes off a dress. Jimmy Choo does these sandals that are diamond encrusted and God, they are $4000 but so so beautiful. Truly, they are art. Fashion should be art. I also believe affordable, well made and designed fashion should be available to everyone. Not just the rich and famous.”

“That is what you want to design?” He asks curiously, knowing he’s going to buy you that pair of Jimmy Choos. “Affordable fashion?” He’s intrigued by the idea, not that he gave much thought to what his clothes cost, he didn’t care as long as they were comfortable. You nod and he hums. “It sounds good, as long as it is comfortable.” He tells you with a smile. “I hate clothes that you can’t wait to strip off because they are uncomfortable.”

“I want a lot of things.” You confess while soaking your feet. “I want to design affordable, sustainable fashion, but I also want to design costumes. That’s my ultimate dream. To be a costume designer for the big movies? It’s why I moved out here. My ex said I was an idiot to chase my dream. Refused to move with me from our small town so I moved alone and I am glad I did. It’s been a struggle but if you don’t have a dream, what do you have?”

“Yes, yes!” Javi bobbles his head excitedly. “Exactly! You must have dreams.” He squeezes your hand where he is still holding it, almost forgetting he had been until that moment. “My family thought I was crazy to want to make movies, when we had…the family business, but I didn’t want that life.” He’s going to tell you, he just wants to wait a little longer before he tells you all about the family skeletons in his closet. “My ex could not stand leaving our island, so I had to make a choice.” He gives a small shrug. “So I am here, with you right at this moment. And I don’t regret it.”

You realize he’s still holding your hand and you fluster, gently taking your hand from his grip. “Where are you from?” You ask with sincere curiosity.

“Mallorca. It’s a beautiful island. You’d love it. Beaches, beautiful blue sea, little villages. It’s my home.” He grins, clearly still in love with his homeland.

“I’d love to go.” You sigh dreamily, imagining you and him walking along the beach hand in hand.

“You will. One day.” He vows, knowing he’d take you there tomorrow if you’d let him. You try to not believe him, knowing this arrangement isn’t forever.

“God, this feels good.” You moan when you put your feet in the hot water. “I’ve missed having a bath. My apartment only has a shower and my parents house has a bath so I’d soak a lot. Miss that.” You sigh, wiggling your toes.

Javi shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. The idea he had when he saw your building solidified even more in his mind. “Move in with me.” He blurts out. “I have more than enough room, you could have your own suite with a soaker tub.” He assures you, not wanting you to think he expected you to sleep in his bed. “My house is gated and there’s a security system. I’m going to worry about your safety in that building”

Your eyes widen at his request and you are surprised by the suddenness of him wanting you to live in his home. He barely knows you outside of you serving him coffee. “I- you want me to- Javi. It’s - it’s too much.” You shake your head and he squeezes your hand again.

“Please. I want to take care of you. I don’t want to worry every night about your safety, tresor.” You stare into those dark eyes, knowing that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, your pride and stubbornness can’t prevent you from enjoying this luxurious blip in your life.

“Okay.” You smile, “okay. I’ll move in.”

He blinks, having anticipated you turning him down or needing to think about it. “Great!” Javi breaks out into a relieved grin. “That is great, we can have you things moved in and you can decorate however you want. There is a bed in there already but you might want your own.” He rushes out. “We can get you a lock for the door if it makes you feel more secure. Plus I have a pool and a movie theater and all of Nic Cage’s movies.”

His enthusiasm makes you giggle. “I trust you Javi. I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. You have a good heart, I can tell. As for the Nic Cage movies, I want to watch Con Air first. You are - you’re my fairy godmother, Javi. My saving grace. I just - I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

He beams, grinning at you like you just handed him his favorite ice cream. “Just study hard and create your fashion line.” He insists, winking at you. “And let me spoil you before you are bored at social events and have to kick me to keep me awake.” He jokes happily.

You chuckle, "I will have to think of new ways to keep you awake." Your teasing makes him bite his lip and the urge to kiss this sexy, goofy, generous man is almost overwhelming but your pedicure distracts you when she begins to massage your foot. "Oh shit. That feels good." You moan, unable to stop yourself.

Javi’s cock twitches in his pants and he looks down to watch as the technician expertly massages your foot. Biting down harder on his lip as your toes curl and he loves the little whimper that you can’t help. “Feels good, tresor?” He hums, his throat suddenly dry and he barely even feels his own technician start to massage his foot.

You nod, eyes closing as you lean back in the seat. “So good.” You enjoy the massage, not noticing the dark look in Javi’s eyes. You relax fully, letting yourself enjoy the experience and soon, the tech is painting your nails the bright cherry red Javi liked. “You like the color?” You ask him, wanting him to be happy with it. You are his now to dress up. Almost like a real life barbie doll.

“Perfect.” Javi’s voice is a little rough and he covers it by taking a sip of his drink, noticing that you had finished yours as well. “Do you want another drink while they do the manicure?” He asks, willing to give you whatever you want. His eyes are still watching as the lady expertly applies the polish and places the curing light over your bluffed and scrapped toes.

"I'll have a water if that's okay?" You ask, knowing that you've had quite a few drinks and he is looking more and more kissable with each moment that passes. You can't believe a woman didn't want to be with this man and returned to their homeland. She must've been insane. He nods, "of course, tresora." You are soon seated for your manicure, deciding to go with the same color since Javi seems to love it.

Javi is seated next to you, grinning at the array of options you are being presented with and you turn to him to see what he approves of. “If you want the nails instead of a manicure, you can do that too.” He insists as his own technician starts to work on his cuticles. In horrible shape after biting his nails while working on the script. “You decide.”

You bite your lip, considering it, and you have never had long nails before, always keeping them short for work. You look at your hand and then back at the tech. "Let's do it. I want some claws." You joke, making her giggle, and she gets to work on your cuticles. "How often do you come here?" You ask Javi as he sits next to you at his own station.

“For me? At least once a month.” He says, looking over at you. “It helps keep me from biting my nails for a bit.” He grimaces and holds up the hand the technician isn’t working on. “Until I start again.” He rolls his eyes and lays his hand back down. “They insist twice a month might be better but I always feel slightly intimidated coming in by myself.” He looks around and leans in to lower his voice. “A lot of women wonder what the hell I am doing here.”

You scoff, "they shouldn't. They should be impressed that a man is taking pride in his appearance. My ex would barely shower, let alone get a pedicure. God, he would never ever get that and his feet-" You shudder at the memory. "I think it's great that you take care of yourself. It shows." You wink at him.

He can’t help but preen slightly, having gone a long time without a compliment from a beautiful woman. “Tell me tresor, what attracted you to this ex?” He asks curiously. Both for himself and for the character he was molding after you. “It seems like he did not have much to appeal to.”

You shake your head, "I was younger. Right out of high school and he was the star footballer. I was honored that he was even talking to me. We got together, he was my first everything. I was very awkward in high school, I didn't go to dances or on dates. I just studied and worked hard to get into college. I was going to leave for college the summer I met Jason but I stayed because my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer and Jason, he was there for me while my dad went through treatment. So I stayed and before I knew it, it was years later. I settled and one day, I woke up and decided that it was enough. It was time to chase my dream. So I told Jason and he said he didn't want to go with me so I left him. After I got here, I found out he'd been cheating on me with the girl who worked in the bar we would go to." You roll your eyes, "I wasn't sad when I heard that. I was relieved that I'd made the right choice."

“He was an imbecile.” Javi scoffs, shaking his head. “Although I am glad he didn’t come with you. So I could meet you and you would accept my idea.” He flashes you a smile. “Tell me about school. You must be excited to get started.”

You've never had a man so interested in your interests. Jason would just sweet talk you until you'd let him fuck you. Even if the man barely managed to make you cum. "I am so excited. It's all I've wanted to do since I arrived in L.A. I have my orientation next week since the semester starts soon and I am so freaking excited to be working with the professors. Some of them were costume designers."

“That is good.” Javi nods, sending you a smile. “When we are at dinner, you should make contacts. We will be meeting with a lot of important people. It will be good to know them when you are ready.” He hadn’t really thought of that before, but Nic had assured him that the way is paved in people who know people. “It could be a perfect starting point for your career as a costume designer yourself.”

You know he’s right. If he’s meeting producers and big movie execs, it could be your chance to get a foot into the door. “Seriously Javi, I don’t know how to thank you.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“Enough thanking me. Just enjoy yourself.” He urges and you nod, letting yourself relax again. Once your nails are done, you show them to an awaiting Javi who grins and takes your hand to kiss the back of it. “Stunning.” He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and you fluster when the woman says “you make such a beautiful couple.”

He can see your hesitancy, unsure of how to answer since the two of you are not ‘together’ in the traditional sense. Instead of explaining to someone who will be seeing you again, Javi just smiles. “I am a lucky man, aren’t I?” He coos, kissing your hand again. “She’s beautiful, smart and one day - she will be a renowned Hollywood costume designer.” He tells her with absolute certainty before he lets go of your hand so he can pay for the spa trip. He handles the bill and pulls out cash to tip them. “I learned from you that cash in tips was better than adding it to the bill.” He credits you with a grin.

You grin back, proud that you have influenced him like that. Sometimes people with money can forget the small things in favor of convenience and you know it’s hard to adapt to helping people. “Come on, it’s shopping time then lunch.” Javi declares once you’re all paid up, his hand in yours as he guides you back to his car, opening the door for you.

Javi drives you over to Rodeo Drive, expecting that you would appreciate the irony of the Pretty Woman famous scene. “Where would you want to start?” He asks as he pulls into the valet station.

You are in awe of Rodeo Drive, having only driven past it on your way to somewhere else, and your eyes widen as you think about where you want to go first. You take Javi's hand as he ushers the valet away after he opens your door, wanting to be the one to help you out of the car. "Can we go to Carolina Herrera?" You ask, wanting to go for good quality classics.

“We can go wherever you want.” He promises as he starts to guide you towards the storefront you wanted. “Every shop here, if you wish.” He doesn’t have any limit on what he’s willing to buy you and he can have it delivered to his house if you buy too much to fit in the car. “Shall we see what their newest lines have out?”

You practically squeal, unable to believe you're even going into the store let alone actually trying something on. You feel a little underdressed as you walk in the store, the assistant stepping forward to greet Javi, her eyes immediately noticing his clothes, shoes, and Rolex. "How can I help you, sir?"

“My beautiful tresor wishes to browse and see if there is anything that interests her.” He tells the woman with a warm smile directed towards you, followed up by a small wink. “Whatever she wants.”

The woman's eyes flick over to you and she can immediately sense that you haven't been in a store like this before. "Very well. What are you looking for?" She asks you.

"Dresses. Uh, evening wear." You tell her, "preferably want silk or cotton. Sweetheart neckline or square suits me best. Nothing too short. A slit in the leg would be appropriate and I want it to be fitted once I find something I like. Do you have tailoring services?" You ask, knowing you sound a little demanding but this is your element, you know your stuff and it shows when the woman widens her eyes.

"Yes. Yes ma'am. Would you like to follow me to the dressing rooms and I will pick some options that I think will work for you."

You glance back at Javi, "you coming with me? I need a second opinion."

Javi nods, happy you want him to be a part of the process and follows you back towards the very luxurious dressing rooms. There is a large area in front of the rooms and comfortable seating for guests as they wait. “You know what you want.” He hums when the sales associate rushes off to start pulling dresses. “I find that admirable. I just choose what catches my eye when I am shopping for myself.”

“I know what works for me. All part of the design. The fabric. It all works to make you look good. It’s not about the size, it’s about the structure. Some things you’ll need to go two sizes up in and people hate that idea but if it fits you right, you’ll look even better and no one will know the size except for you.” You explain, watching the woman bring the dresses in.

“Take a seat sir. Ma’am. This is your dressing room.” She escorts you into the large room and you pick the beautiful red dress that matches your nails.

“I want to try that one first.” You tell her and she nods, “very good choice.” Once you’re in the dress, she guides you out so you can look in the mirror and show Javi.

You take Javi’s breath away when you step out, standing and clearing his throat as he moves towards you. “You look….magnificent.” He decides, looking you up and down. “Those shoes you were talking about would make it perfect.” His cock twitches at the idea and he nods. “Yes, absolutely yes.” He insists. “You must get this one.”

He takes your hand and spins your around and the price tag is under your arm. You let go of his hand so you can look at the tag. “Javi. This is - this is more than a year’s rent for my place.” You shake your head at him, knowing he is gonna argue.

“Don’t worry about that.” Javi shrugs off the price. “Only be concerned about liking it or not. If you don’t like it, don’t get it. However, I can afford it.” He doesn’t tell you he can afford a closet full of them, knowing you will feel like you are greedy. “All I care about is you being happy.”

You can’t help it. You surge forward to press your lips to his cheek. “Thank you. I- I can’t say thank you enough.” The woman watches in fascination and understanding about what is going on between you and Javi. “Can I try the black one on next?” You ask.

Javi grins and rubs his cheek gently where you kissed it. “Try on all of them.” He urges. “I’m sure our associate won’t mind the commission.”

The woman nods enthusiastically. “Not at all. Come on ma’am, let’s show you what else is available.” She guides you back into the changing room and you come back out in the black dress. It’s tighter than the first and hits mid thigh. You want to tug it down as you walk out to the mirror. “I think this one is too short.”

“If you are not comfortable in it, then don’t get it.” Javi agrees, making the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. Most men who come in to buy women clothing want it to be as short and as tight as possible. To flaunt the beautiful woman they have on their arms. “We have other dresses that are similar in style but come to the knee.” She offers, wanting to make sure her commission is as big as possible.

“Let’s try that. It looks beautiful on you but I want you to be comfortable.” You offer him a sweet smile and the woman guides you back to the dressing room and tells you she will get the longer one. After several outfit changes, you decide on a few dresses you think will work for any dinners you need to attend with Javi. He doesn’t let you come with him to pay, telling you to decide where else you want to go, and he arranges to have the clothes sent to his house. “Shoes next.” He tells you, guiding you into Jimmy Choo after you decide where to go.

Javi’s eyes light up when he sees the elegant heels in every type of style and color. This is what he had personally been looking forward to. “Where are the ones you were talking about?” He asks, looking around at all the possibilities. “You must try them on and see how they live up to your expectations.”

You bite your lip, knowing you can just try them on and not buy them. You glance around and spot them in the back, a light on them to showcase the sparkle. You gasp, walking over to them, and you swear you’ve never seen something so beautiful. “Wow.” You whisper, half tempted to touch them.

“May I help you?” Someone who is obviously a store manager rushes towards you, protective over the shoes and Javi smirks.

“Yes, we would like to have my beautiful lady try on these shoes.” He rattled off your shoe size to the woman, having guessed perfectly. “And any other that catches her eyes. Including those.” He adds, pointing to the black four inch strappy heels that had caught his own eye. “I will help her put them on.”

Your heart thumps at that, anxious to feel his touch any way you can before he gets bored of you. You know it would be easy to give in and fuck him but you want to know him first. You are escorted over to the seat and the store manager rushes off to get the shoes you are in love with.

Chuckling quietly, he kneels down in front of you and reaches for your left ankle. “I believe we may have made their day.” He teases as he slides the sandal you are currently wearing off. Caressing the delicate bone on your ankle and pressing firmly on your heel like the pedicurist had earlier.

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips and you watch him as he caresses your ankle. The moment is soon interrupted when the store manager comes back over with the boxes and takes out the most expensive shoes you’ve ever seen. “I’ll put them on.” Javi reminds her, taking the shoe and he undoes the strap before he grabs your ankle, sliding your foot into the shoe. You’re breathless, both from his touch and the shoes as he does the strap up.

Javi can’t help but make sure he touches as much of you as he can. Cock twitching and hardening in his pants as he slides the shoes on and straps them to your feet. They look gorgeous and he already knows that he’s buying them for you. Just as long as they fit right. He does the other one and looks up at you. “Time to see how they feel.”

You hesitantly stand up, unable to believe how tall the shoes are and you wobble a little before you find your footing. “Oh wow.” You look down at the shoes, in awe of the design and craftsmanship. “What do you think?” You ask Javi.

“They look magnificent.” Javi breathes out, loving the way they look on you. “How do they feel? Walk around in them so you can tell.” He orders gently. He’s wanting them for you. Maybe you will wear them often for him. He would love it.

You take a tentative step before you start to walk, confident in your strides as you admire the shoes in the mirror. You walk back over to Javi who is standing. “They are surprisingly comfortable as far as heels go.” You tell him, smiling from ear to ear at the beautiful shoes.

“Fantastic.” He turns to the manager. “We will take them.” He tells her with a decisive nod. “We will probably add more, but these for sure.”

You bite your lip, knowing better than to argue with him now. You smile at him, “thank you.” You reach out to squeeze his hand before you sit down to take them off.

“Let me.” He insists, kneeling down to undo the strap, his fingers caressing you as he removes the shoe before moving on to the other. Seven pairs of shoes later, you thank him with another kiss on the cheek. “Bag shopping next.” He winks, certain that he’s going to spoil you.

“Javi.” You admonish but let him guide the way. A Chanel purse, Gucci purse and Hermés clutch later, you’re passing by Cartier. “No jewelry.” You say before he can say anything.

Javi sighs, sending you pout. “Not even a pair of simple diamond studs?” He ventures, knowing they would look exquisite in your ears. He wants to make sure you feel like the most stunning woman in the room, because you are. Plus you are so gracious and sweet, not taking a single moment of today for granted. Your kisses on his cheeks burn and he wishes it were his lips.

“No!” You playfully slap his arm. “Not even studs. Seriously, you’ve spent more than enough on me today. I need this stuff to impress your associates but I don’t need new everything.” You rub his shoulder, knowing he wants to spoil you but you won’t go to extremes. “I wouldn’t mind a nap though.” You yawn, exhausted from the shopping trip.

You had eaten lunch hours before and Javi is honestly reluctant to leave you, wanting to spend more time with you. “I can drop you at your studio and say goodnight if you wish.” He offers softly. “Or I can show you my house. Show you where you are going to live.”

“Okay. I would like that.” You nod, “you tell me. This is your show, Javi.” You offer softly, wanting him to tell you what he wants since he’s paying you to spend your time with him. It doesn’t feel like that though. That’s what scares you. This feels so real and you are pushing down the fact that you want it to be real. However, it isn’t. He’s paying you to spend time with him and you have to remember that.

“Just because I am paying to spend time with you doesn’t mean I get to monopolize all of it.” Javi rationalizes. “Whenever you are tired of me or you want to spend time alone or with your friends, you just let me know.” He doesn’t want to smother you, not at all. “We can explore your new house only if you want, perhaps you want to nap there? While I attempt dinner?” He shoots you a grin. “I’m not the best cook, but I am learning.”

Your heart melts at his crooked grin and you slide your hand down to squeeze his hand. “You’re too sweet, Jav. I want to see your home. I want to spend time with you. You might be my sugar daddy but I want to spend time with you, even if you weren’t paying me. I’ve always liked you.” You confess, “I can cook. I’m a good cook. What do you want for dinner?”

His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose. “How about you make me your favorite food?” He asks. “What do you call it here? Comfort food?” He grins. “I would like to see what you consider a comfort beyond long baths and foot massages.” His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose in delight.

You chuckle, “oh boy. You’re in for some good food baby. I make a mean mac and cheese and fried chicken. I’ll see what you have at your house and then I can go get what I need for the meal.” You are excited to see what he thinks of your cooking. You want to pay him back in some small way for what he is doing for you.

His heart skips a beat when you call him baby. He sighs playfully and rubs his belly. “Be careful you don’t feed me too well.” He jokes. “Otherwise I will be passed out beside you for a nap too!” He chuckles and motions towards the valet stand. “Shall we go and explore? We can always have the groceries delivered while you are checking out the house. And the movie theater.” He adds happily.

You grin, “that sounds like a plan. Where do you order your groceries from? I can pay for-” He cuts you off with a disappointed look and you sigh, “right. Not paying for anything. Let me order what I need then.” You take his phone with the grocery delivery app and order what you need before you hand it back to him. “This is so bizarre. Ordering groceries online. I usually go to the store to save on a delivery fee.”

“I know it sounds pretentious, but I look at it like I can help someone. Delivering groceries is someone’s job, so they might as well do it for me.” He flushes slightly. “Plus I get so confused in the stores. None of them are set up the same!” He huffs. “I just don’t understand.”

You have never thought of it that way. You admire Javi’s lack of pretentiousness. “Trust me, you aren’t pretentious. You are the opposite. I’ve met people who are insane. They literally have zero consideration for anyone ‘below’ them. Maybe we can go to the grocery store and I can show you around.” You tease, knowing you’d like how domestic that is.

“I would like that.” He guides you towards the valet stand, one arm loaded down with bags. You had purchased quite a bit, but most of the clothes will be delivered tomorrow after they are tailored. The handbags and shoes are with the two of you though. He hates letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket for the valet ticket, handing it to the attendant.

The attendant brings his car around and you watch Javi insist on putting the bags in the miniature front trunk. You get into the passenger seat and Javi takes your hand once you’re on the road again. “Thank you for today. I never imagined going into any store on Rodeo Drive let alone actually buying something in one…kind of.” You chuckle.

Javi chuckles quietly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, tresor.” He murmurs. “It shouldn’t be too much longer until we are home.” The car is quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the rumble of the engine. The silence is peaceful, not tense or uncomfortable. Getting off at his exit, Javi turns into the street and goes down until he is turning into a gated driveway. “This is it.” He murmurs as the steel gate starts to slowly swing open after reading his car fob.

Your eyes widen as he pulls up to the bona fide mansion. It might not be as big as some of the residences in L.A but it’s beautiful. Mediterranean and posh without being ostentatious. “Javi. This - wow. It’s gorgeous.” You gasp, eyes darting all over the place as you take in his home.

“I was very happy to have found it.” It is smaller than his home in Spain, but it suited him better. Less unpleasant memories within these walls. He parks in front of the house and climbs out of the car, making sure he helps you out again before he retrieves your bags. The grin on his face is wide and he’s proud as he walks you up to the door and enters the code, not bothering to shield you from it since you will live here too. He swings the door open and gestures for you to enter. “Welcome, tresor.”

You enter the house, your jaw dropping at the ornate yet modern decor. It says something understated yet expensive about the home. “Javi. This is - you seriously want me to live here?” You ask, unable to believe that you could live here instead of your shitty studio. Part of you wonders when he will get bored and force you out and another part of you decides to take the risk. When will you ever get a chance like this again?

“Yes I do.” He closes the door behind him, the cool rush of the air washing over both of you. “It is not as grand as the estate in Mallorca, but I prefer this one.” He admits. “Although I do miss living right on the ocean.” He couldn’t find a house he wanted on the coast, this one fitting his needs better than those. “We do, however, have a great pool. I love to swim. Do you?” It was a question he never asked you before and he was curious.

“Yes. I love to swim. I just haven’t had a chance to lately. I- God. I’d love to be able to swim in a pool and just spend the day relaxing.” You sigh.

“Your wish is my command.” Javi smiles at you and you fluster, reminding yourself that you no longer have a job.

“Javi. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Don’t thank me.” Javi ducks his head and flushes slightly. “You’ve been polite and kind to me from the day I walked into the café.” He reminds you. “Not just for the tips, either. You deserve to have your dreams come true.”

You grin, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “To see truly who you are, the kind man you endeavor to be, it makes it impossible to not want to be here with you, Javi.” You answer honestly and immediately Javi knows that has to go into his script. It’s so sincere and polite. He loves it. “I will stay as long as you need me.” You promise, knowing you can keep figuring this good fortune or you can enjoy it.

Javi beams, motioning for you to walk into the house more. “So there is another master suite here, called an ‘in-law suite’?” He cocks his head, unfamiliar with the term in English but motions you towards the hallway off the living room. “It has French doors out to the deck and pool, and its own bathroom. Plus a large closet and sitting area. I think that will be your room if you like it. Giving you plenty of privacy and space.”

“A mother-in-law suite.” You explain, “usually for your mother or your wife’s mother. It’s a lot but I want to see it.” You tell him, happy to please him. You want him to be happy and if having you here makes him happy, then you’ll be satisfied. “Let’s go see it.” You take his hand so he can guide you through the large home.

Leading the way, Javi guides you down the hallway to a large door. The ceilings are high and the doorways are taller than average, giving the space an even grander feel. He opens the door with a flourish. “It’s furnished but anything can be changed to your taste.” He promises, revealing the suite that he images you living in.

You want to scoff at him, it’s insane for him to think that you don’t want the furniture that already comes with the suite. It’s beautiful and luxurious. “It’s gorgeous. I don’t want to change a thing.” You promise, squeezing his hand as you glance around the room again.

He sets the bags down on the bed and starts moving around the room. Showing off the various features and grinning when he comes to the door that holds the en-suite. “The closet is off the bathroom.” He explains as he opens the door. “Will this work?”

You can’t help the scoff of disbelief. “Will this work? Fuck. This is- I never imagined I’d ever step foot in a place like this. You are incredible and I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Thank you so much for choosing me.” You tell him, honestly and amazed that he picked you.

“There’s no one else I would have chosen.” He means that. No one, not even Gabriella, had appealed to him so much. It’s why you are his muse. “Let’s look at the rest of the house.” He offers. “The pool is just beyond those doors.”

You grin and nod, excited to see the rest of the home and he guides you out of the large French doors to the expansive lagoon-esque pool. Your eyes widen at the beauty of it and you grin, “I can’t wait to go swimming in it. Oh God. This is amazing.” You squeal, loving the pool.

“I understand completely.” Javi agrees. “I swim every morning.” He hopes that maybe you will swim with him, but if you don’t, that’s okay too. “There’s an area to entertain, you can bring friends over if you want.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to ask, this is your home too now.

You appreciate the sentiment and you rub his shoulder, “thank you. I am - this is more than I could ever ask for.” You wish you could be more but you agreed to the terms and you’ll stick to them. “When’s the first dinner? I’ll need to do my hair.” You touch your head, knowing you want to look your best for your first outing with him.

He gives you a small smile. “Tomorrow night.” He offers. “It’s a director and the head of the last studio that produced mine and Nic’s movie. They have the first option on my screenplay and want to see what I have so far.” It reminds him that he needs to polish the pages he’s bringing. “I should probably go work on it now.” He admits reluctantly.

“I’ll be ready. You go get ready. You can do it.” You nod, watching him go after he offers you a smile and you glance around the room, amazed that he wants you to be here living in his luxury.

A day later, you are figuring out how to do your hair for the red dress you’re going to wear and you walk into Javier’s study. Nearly accustomed to his life and his home after your things were delivered, you knock hesitantly before entering after he calls for you to come in. “How should I do my hair?” You ask, wanting to look your best for him.

Javi looks up from the portion of the script he has printed out and bound, checking it one last time. He smiles as you walk in and flips the pages close, setting it down on his desk as he stands up. You had gone to get your hair done today and he thinks it looks amazing. “You can wear it however you wish, tresor.” He insists. “It looks good as it is right now.”

You nod, “okay. I just want to make sure it’s okay. I want to make a good impression.” You pat your hair down and look at Javi, who looks so handsome sitting in the sunlight, the sun picking up the highlights in his hair. “I’ll go do my makeup and get dressed. Would you mind putting my shoes on when I’m done?” You ask him, biting your lip after and you know that he will say yes.

“Absolutely, yes!” He lights up with a grin. The idea of putting shoes on you again has his cock twitching. “Are you going to wear your favorite Jimmy Choos?” He asks, imagining putting those shoes on your pretty feet again. He knows they will look stunning on you with your dress and your make-up and hair done.

“Yes. They go with the dress and honestly? I’d wear them around the house if I could. I love them so much.” You are grinning when you tell him that, loving that you can wear something so extravagant because of the man in front of you. “I don’t know how to thank you Javi.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to. Stop.” He says adamantly and you nod, agreeing to stop and just enjoy this experience before it ends. Walking off, you are on a mission to impress tonight. Javi has to get his money's worth. After a while, you walk into his study to find him wearing a gorgeous navy blue suit and tie. Shit, he looks gorgeous. Enough to make you get down on your knees and - “Tresor.” He turns to look at you, his eyes comically wide now he sees the complete look, minus the shoes.

“Would you mind?” You ask, holding up the heels.

You are stunning, it’s all he can think as he nods and motions you over to the sofa that is in his study. More beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, Javi would get down on his knees and bury his head between your thighs right now if you were to let him. To hell with the meeting. Instead, he kneels down and takes one of your heels into his thigh, hoping you don’t notice that he is rapidly starting to get hard. His fingers press on the inside of your arches and he can’t help but caress your foot. “You look exactly as I thought you would.” He murmurs huskily. “Perfect, tresor, completely breathtaking.” He explains.

You look into his eyes, your heart thumping as his fingers gently caress your ankle bone as he buckles the strap. It takes your breath away how tenderly he does it. His touch sends tingles up your spine and you keep your eyes on him as he caresses your foot, not rushing onto the other shoe. “Thank you.” You murmur, feeling like you’re about to faint from how good it feels, just a simple touch from him.

Javi nods, eyes dark and he gives you a small smirk. “Of course, tresor.” He murmurs, loving the way he can touch you right now. He’s not rushing this because every second he gets to feel you like this is one he wants to treasure. “I hope you enjoy tonight.” He offers, reluctantly setting your first foot down gently before he picks up the other. “I hope you enjoy every night.”

You exhale shakily, “if I’m with you, I will.” You promise, watching him put the other shoe on. You shiver when his fingers brush your skin and you want to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper, “are you ready to go?” You ask, not wanting to be late to his important meeting.

He stands and brushes down the front of his suit nervously. “Do I look okay?” He asks before he holds his hand out to you. “I was going for successful, but not overly proud.” He admits as he helps you up from the sofa. He wants to tug you close and mess up your lipstick, but he doesn’t dare.

You want to tug on his lapel to pull him close so you can kiss his lips but instead, you nod your head, caressing his jacket before you adjust his collar once you’re standing. “You look perfect. Oh woah.” You wobble slightly as you find your balance. His arms shift so he can grab onto your waist, helping you keep upright. “Thank you.” You look at him, realizing how close you are to him.

Javi inhales sharply, wanting to tug you closer. Seeming like a moment is passing between the two of you, something in the air. He feels his entire body tighten and he forces himself to relax, to let it pass. Smiling softly, his eyes drop to your lips for just a moment before they flicker back up to your eyes. “You’re welcome.” He whispers and then a moment later, ‘shall we go?”

“Let’s go.” You insist, again, not wanting him to be late. You let him guide you to the front door before he stops you. “Wait. I have something for you.” He announces. Rushing off, he comes back a few moments later with a velvet box. “What is that?” You frown, curious and apprehensive. “Open it.” He insists, handing it over to you. You look at him before you open it, a gasp escaping your lips as you look at the beautiful diamond necklace. “Javi. You shouldn’t - it’s too much.” You shake your head, closing the box before you try to hand it back to him.

“Please?” Javi isn’t above pleading, biting his lip and opening the box instead of taking it from you. “It will look perfect around your neck and I want you to have it. It was made for you.” He murmurs, making sure that he tacks on just a touch of guilt. He wants to give you all the beautiful things. “You didn’t let me buy you jewelry before, but…I couldn’t resist.”

You give in for a moment, nodding so he can fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushing your skin and it makes you hum. When his hands caress your upper shoulders, he guides you over to the mirror so you can see. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach up to touch the necklace, almost scared to caress it. “Javi. I really can’t accept this. It’s too much.” You shake your head.

“You really are a terrible sugar baby.” He teases, making you giggle and fluster. “I just don’t want to take advantage. I’m not a gold digger.”

“You cannot be a gold digger if you are not asking for anything.” Javi reminds you, reaching out and brushing your collar bone. “Tresor, I am wealthy beyond what you can imagine.” He admits softly. “I could give you whatever you want and it would not break me.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, a soft smile on your face at his words and you stare at him. “I don’t just want your money.” You confess, turning so you can cup his cheek, “I want to know you. I want to be what you need.” You want him for more than just his money. You want him.

Javi’s eyes flutter slightly and he can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. “You are what I need.” He tells you gently. “Exactly what I need. And I - this is always on your terms.” He promises. “I never want more than you are willing to give me.”

You lower your hand, heart thumping in your chest, and you remind yourself that you are here for his dinners and nothing more. He doesn’t really want more. “I know. Let me get my clutch and we can go so you aren’t late.” You tell him, patting his chest and you walk away before you do anything stupid like kiss him.

His shoulders slump slightly, wishing that you had wanted something more than your current arrangement, but he is a man of his word. He will not push you for more. Instead, he grabs the script excerpts and follows after you, keeping his eyes on the sway of your hips and wonders how he is going to keep from telling you what he really wants. “Okay, dinner.” He smiles when he reaches your side again and darts forward to open the door to let you out of the house. “After you, tresor.”

You are soon driving in the car, your hand still tingling from him helping you into the car. He looks at you from time to time as he drives to the restaurant. Your heart thumps and you look away from him when you arrive at the restaurant. He ushers the valet away so he can open the door for you, making you grin as you take his hand letting him guide you into the restaurant. “You’ll help me?” You ask, suddenly nervous to meet all of these people.

“Of course.” He is nervous as well, but having a hand on your back helps calm him down. It seems to center him. “It will be great.” His hand stays in place when you both approach the hostess stand and he gives the name of the producer that the reservations had been placed under. “This way, Mr. Gutierrez.” The host nods and turns to guide you through the restaurant to a private room in the back, away from the crowds and speculative eyes. “Here we go.” He murmurs in your ear quietly.

You exhale shakily, nodding as you make your way into the private room, smiling at the men surrounding the table, a couple of women are there too and you are glad it’s not a jolly boys club tonight. Javi guides you over to the table as the men stand, reaching for his hand. “And who is this stunning creature you have with you tonight, Gutierrez?” He asks, his eyes trailing along your form.

Javi introduces you to the producer by your name, smiling proudly at you. “This is Austin Taylor.” He tells you. “He is the producer to work with.” That part is slightly exaggerated but he’s learned how the game needs to be played by Nic. A little schmoozing goes a long way. Looking back over at Austin, he introduces both of you to the others at the table and invites the two of you to sit down.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You say after you sit down, Javi seated beside you and you reach for his hand, knowing that this is the reason why you’re here. You are nervous, squeezing his hand under the table as you try to calm down and act how you’re being paid to act.

Javi listens as the chatter continues around the two of you before the server comes up and asks for the drink orders. Austin orders a bottle for the table and Javi nods his approval, knowing that it’s a good vintage. After they walk away, he turns to Javi. “So how is the script coming along?” He asks, tearing off a chunk of his bread roll and popping it into his mouth.

Javi grins, looking over at you since you are largely responsible for his creativity with the character. “It’s coming along great!” He picks up the pages he had put together to hand Austin. “I’ve brought you a few pages to read. To get a feel for the characters.”

You bite your lip as Austin reads through the pages, humming and narrowing his eyes at each word. You’re nervous for Javi and you watch as Austin sets the book down. “I love it.” He reveals with a grin. “Wow. This character. She is - it’s beautiful. You can clearly see the admiration and attraction for her and it’s - you gotta keep writing this Jav. I just think it is missing something…” Austin trails off, “she needs more sex appeal. I want Bond Girl sex appeal.”

“Bond girl sex appeal.” Javi mulls it over and turns to look at you, since you are the basis for the character. He takes in your sexy dress and thinks about the heels that you are wearing. His cock twitches and he nods. “I can see it.” He murmurs, turning back to the other man. “I will have her be a fashion designer. Sexy clothes and lofty appeal.”

You fluster slightly when his dark eyes meet yours. You reach out to touch Javi’s arm, knowing that he needs to be reassured in this situation. He needs to be confident in his writing, in his script. “We need a sexy actress for the role. Someone beautiful. Someone men want to fuck but can’t have. We will start brainstorming. An actress who looks like your beautiful date here.” Austin winks at you.

The pride Javi feels at your beauty being acknowledged makes his chest puff out slightly. “My tresor is a one of a kind beauty.” He tells Austin, reaching for your hand. “We can try to find someone as beautiful, but I fear that we will always fall short.”

You fluster, looking around the table as you try to not read much into Javi’s words. You squeeze his hand, recovering and you offer him a soft smile. “I am certain you will find someone that will fit your needs.” Austin nods at you, “and you seem to fit Javi’s criteria. I’ve never seen him look so smitten. You’ve certainly inspired his writing.” He winks, patting the script. The waiter comes over with the wine, letting Austin sample once it’s opened before he begins to pour a good measure into everyone’s glass. “To new ventures.” Austin toasts and everyone clinks glasses. Javi meeting your eyes as your glasses touch. “So Javi…tell me how you met this extravagant creature.” Austin asks once the meal has been served.

He is not ashamed of how the two of you met. However, you had both agreed that to others, it would be best if it seemed as if it were a traditional relationship. So people would not assume the worst of you, think you are a call girl or anything like that. “We met in a café.” He answers honestly. “She served me the friendliest cup of coffee that I’d had since I had been in the States and I was immediately drawn to her.” He glances over at you with a soft smile. “I kept coming back every single day to see her, until she finally agreed to be mine.”

You guess that he is technically right. You are his. You smile back at Javi, nodding as you keep your eyes fixed on his. “It didn’t take that long. Who could resist a handsome face like that?” You coo, reaching up to cup his cheek before you rub your thumb over that lower lip that has been driving you crazy. “I certainly couldn’t. He’s far too sexy and sweet for me to say no. It was an instant attraction.” You aren’t lying, knowing that you could easily fall for Javi, probably have, if you’re truly being honest with yourself.

Javi beams, kissing the tip of your thumb and wishing you meant those words. It would be so easy with you. You fit him and he wants nothing more for it to be real. Instead he looks back at Austin with a small smile. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “You get us talking about our relationship and we will just moon at each other.” He tells the other man with a shrug. “Being in love does that.”

Your heart pounds and you want to pull him close and press your lips to his but you don’t. Instead, you just lean in to kiss his cheek before you settle back in your seat. “You’ve found a good one, Jav. Hopefully she will continue to inspire you. You have a great future in this town.” Austin promises and you are so pleased for Javier.

The dinner goes well, Austin promising to speak to the director and producers for the project and you are soon leaving. “Please bring this beautiful woman with you to the next dinner. She’s a delight.” He grins, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His hand is low on your back, barely caressing your ass as he bids you goodbye.

Javi is practically floating on clouds as the two of you walk to the valet station. “This is going to be great.” He gushes. “Thank you for being here.” He squeezes your hand gently. “You helped calm me down, relaxed me. How did you enjoy it?” He asks, eager to make sure you are comfortable as well. He wants you to look forward to going out with him.

“It was good. I am here to make sure you’re happy and that you look good. That’s my job, right?” You say, not with malice but with reality. He frowns and you try to not be a little disappointed that that's all you’re gonna be to him. You let him settle you into the car after the valet opens the door and you watch him as he pulls away from the curb, the Ferrari roaring as he makes his way back to his home. “Tonight was a success.” You declare, knowing they loved his script.

“Tonight was great!” Javi shouts, slapping the steering wheel happily. “I feel- we should celebrate! Do something! What should we do?” He demands, turning to you with joy and curiosity on his face. He wants to know what you would do to celebrate.

“Let’s go swimming.” You tell him, excited to try the pool and he told you earlier he has these beautiful lights that he can control to change the scene. You want to cool off after all of the heat of this evening.

You love the excited grin on his face as he nods. “Yes! Let’s do it.” He speeds a little faster towards his house and soon enough, you tell him you’ll be outside on the patio once you’ve changed. You bite your lip, admiring the swim suits Javi let you pick out online and you decide on one of the skimpier ones for your night time dip. After changing, your heart pounds as you make your way outside.

Javi bites his lip, knowing that all he has are speedos and that will not hide the fact that he gets hard around you. Hopefully he will be able to keep you from noticing. Deciding to throw on a button up shirt, he makes his way out to the pool to set up the lights and pull a bottle of champagne out of the outdoor fridge. Opening it and pouring two flutes for the two of you to enjoy while you swim.

You walk out to find Javi standing there with two flutes of champagne, making you melt at the soft look on his face, and you remind yourself that this is an innocent evening swim. “To a successful night.” He toasts once you’re holding your glass. You secretly hope he likes the swim suit as you sip the champagne.

His mouth is dry and he has to take a large gulp of the champagne to keep from staring at you. The suit hugs your curves and looks stunning on you, making him wish that you had worn those heels with it for the full effect. His cock twitches at the idea and he pulls the glass down from his lips. “Shall we get in the pool?” He asks, nodding towards the sparkling water, reflecting the lights overhead and lighting up the edges.

“Let’s do it.” You are eager to sink into his pool, setting the plastic glass down on the side before you make your way to the stairs, looking over your shoulder at him for a moment as you walk down the steps and sigh when the warm water surrounds you. “God this feels good.”

Javi shudders and his cock starts to harden at your breathy comment. Making him imagine that same phrase being moaned when he’s sinking into you. Biting his lip, he rushes over and sets his own drink down, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it aside so he can get into the pool. Hopefully without you seeing that he’s getting hard.

You swear you’ve never seen such a sexy man. His tan chest glistens as he walks into the pool and you watch him in awe, the lights sparkling as the water ebbs and flows. You pick up your drinks, making your way over to him as you offer him a soft smile.

Javi smiles as he takes the drink from your hand, touching the plastic rim to yours. “To success.” He offers. “May we always get what we want.” He wishes he could have you. He would toss aside the glass and kiss you if he could right now. Wrap your legs around his waist and press you up against the edge of the pool and explore your body eagerly.

You nod, sipping your drink and you shift to set it down, unable to stop yourself from pressing up against him. Testing the waters of what he wants from you, you keep yourself against him as you set the glass down on the edge of the pool.

Inhaling sharply, Javi nearly drops the glass of champagne into the pool. Dark eyes searching yours, wondering if you are playing some sort of game with hum. “Tresor…” He practically whimpers when he feels your breasts against his chest. He knows you had to feel him against your hip, especially the way his dick jumped at your fingers on his skin as you wind your arms around his neck. “I- are you-“ he can’t even get the words out, afraid this might be a dream.

You press yourself against him even more, deciding to take the risk, and you lean in closer to kiss along his neck. “I am.” You murmur as you kiss his jaw. “I want you to touch me….if you want.” You add, suddenly a little hesitant and nervous that he doesn’t want you for more than just company.

“Shit.” Javi hisses, wrapping his arms around you and turning his head so he can capture your lips with his own. It’s desperate and messy and he feels like he’s going to explode as his tongue slides into your mouth and you moan for him. Making him pull you tighter against his, backing you up against the pool edge just like he had imagined.

You gasp his name as he kisses along your throat, making you whimper and you scratch your nails along his chest. “Tell me what you want.” You demand, kissing along his jaw before you playfully bite his lower lip, his hard cock pressed against your thigh but you need to hear him say it.

“I want you.” He confesses, rasping out the words against your skin. If you don’t want him, he will go right back to the arrangement you had before. “But I want you to want me. Don’t just say it because of our arrangement.”

“I want you.” You promise, surging forward to press your lips back to his, shifting to wrap your legs against his waist so you can get even closer. His hard cock now pressing against your core and you slide your tongue along his lower lip, wanting access.

He groans into your mouth, holding you tighter and sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Wanted you from the beginning.” He confesses and he breaks off to kiss down your throat again. “First day I met you.”

“Really?” You gasp, tilting your head back. “God, I wanted you too. Always thought you were so sexy and I - shit - I want you Javi. I want you to fuck me.” You whine, grinding against him as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he nips your skin.

“Where?” He gasps against your skin, wanting nothing more than to take you right here. “Where do you want me? Right here? Pull your sexy little bikini to the side? Or carry you into your bedroom and spread you out?”

You whimper at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to wait to dry off and make it to the bedroom. You take a chance, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top and let it fall so it floats in the water, displaying your tits to his eager gaze.

“Fuck.” Javi shudders and his hand comes up to cup one tit and ducks his head down, wrapping his lips around the other. Delighting in your cry of surprise and pleasure while he sucks on the stiff nipple and flicking his tongue over it. He’s died and gone to heaven, feeling your grinding down on his cock through the fabric of his speedo and your bikini bottom. Biting gently on your tit before he soothes it with his tongue while his fingers roll your other nipple and tugs on it.

“Oh fuck!” You cry when he switches breasts, his hand squeezing the one slick with his spit. “Shit baby. Oh that feels good.” You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as he bites down. You love it. “Please. I need you inside of me.” You pant, soaking wet for him.

“Do it.” Javi wants it to be your choice, giving you permission to pull him out of his speedos and sink down on him. “Fuck baby, take what you want.” He coos, pulling away from your nipple to speak, looking up at you with dark eyes. “I will give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You fumble, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his speedos, gasping at the thickness in your hand, and you tug on your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside so you’re completely naked and you moan when you notch him at your dripping cunt. “I want you.” You tell him, sinking down on his girth under the water.

Javi moans your name, mouth open in pleasure and he doesn’t resist when your fingers sink into his hair to tug on it, bringing his lips back up to yours. He never imagined he would get to have you like this, feeling your walls clench around him while you adjust to him. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs against your lips. “So good.”

You exhale shakily, the stretch of his girth is something you aren’t used to. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex and he’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever had sex with. “Shit Jav. You feel so good.” You moan, taking him deeper inside of you.

The water sloshes around you when Javi lowers his hips and thrusts back into you with a low moan. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, feeling the way that your walls slide around him, tight and slick. “Imagined - fuck, imagined this a lot. When we- when we were shopping.” He confesses, cock twitching inside you and he thrusts into you again.

“Me too. Imagined - imagined this while you would come in to get coffee. Imagined you just fucking me on the counter after I took your order.” You admit breathlessly, kissing along his jaw as you try to work yourself on his cock, lifting up and down once you’re used to his girth.

Groaning, Javi lets his hand roam all over your body, sliding one behind his back and caressing your foot while you ride him in the water. “You were on the menu?” He teases, loving how you feel, imagining the lips of your cunt stretched around him. “I would have ordered you every day.”

You love the way he caresses your foot, knowing he has a foot fetish. “I was always on the menu. You can have me every day now.” You promise, rocking against him as you lean forward to kiss his neck. “I’m yours now. For whatever you want.”

He squeezes your foot, pulling his hand away reluctantly. He’s never met a woman who would indulge him so he needs to keep that hidden, not wanting to scare you off. “I - fuck, you are so perfect.” He moans, turning his head so he can kiss your lips.

You sigh into his mouth, lifting yourself up and down on his cock. Your back is getting scratched by the side of his pool but you don’t care, too entranced by the way he caresses you. “God Javi. I need - I need you to help me.” You admit, wanting him to thrust into you, show you what he wants.

Spinning around in the pool, he presses his own back up against the edge. The water makes it easier for him to lift and lower you onto his cock while he rocks up into you. Grunting, he speeds up, making sure that he hits deep inside you before he pulls you off. “Better?” He asks, leaning in to kiss you tenderly despite the harsher pace.

“So much better.” You whimper into his mouth, caressing his back as he hits deep inside of you. “Fuck. Yes. Right there. Oh God Jav. You’re so big. Fill me up just right. I want you to - to cum inside of me. Make me cum.” You plead, biting down on his jaw before you kiss along his neck.

“Yes, yes.” He hisses, rocking up into you harder. He can’t rub your clit and work you like he wants to. “Fuck, rub your clit.” He begs. “I’m not going to last long, you are too perfect.”

You reach between you, your fingers finding your clit and you rub it frantically, desperate to cum after so many nights lusting after him. “Oh yes. Yes yes yes. Shit. I’m gonna cum. Javi. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, your head tilting back before you surge forward into his chest, clamping down on his cock as you cry his name.

It’s probably the closest to Heaven Javi has ever been. Groaning and rocking you through it as best he can. You are like a vice around him and the water churns from his thrusts. “Fuck, yes, cum for me tresor, I’m -“ he cuts off in a strangled cry of pleasure, thrusting deep while he pulls you down on his cock, filling you with his seed.

You work yourself through it, rubbing your clit until you reach out to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. “Shit, baby. Oh fuck. It’s so good.” You pant, kissing his neck as you come down from your high. You can’t believe how boneless you feel, enjoying the way his cum fills you up.

He groans, holding you tight and tries to catch his breath. Hoping that you don’t change your mind about him now that he’s gotten to experience you, “it was incredible.” He hums happily. “Best way to celebrate.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “You wanted it, right? It wasn't because I buy you things or you live here? You never have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I wanted it.” You promise, “I wanted you. You know I wouldn’t do it unless I wanted it.” You remind him, knowing he knows how stubborn you can be. “I wanted it, Javi.” You promise, kissing along his jaw before you press your lips to his. “I don’t know what this is but I want you. I want to be yours.” You tell him, “for whatever you need and desire.”

He sighs happily, kissing your lips several times again. “I just need you.” He murmurs softly, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling against your neck. The water starts to calm down, gently lapping at both of your skin and he chuckles. “I have to say I didn’t see this happening tonight, but I will sleep like a baby.” He tells you, still against your pulse. “As long as you sleep beside me?”

You bite your lip, hesitant to get too involved with him but you know you want to spend as much time as you can with him before he is done with you. “Yes. I can do that.” You kiss him again, realizing that you’re completely naked and dripping his cum. “Shit. I- I should tell you that I have an IUD and I’m clean. We didn’t exactly have that conversation before we - you know.”

Javi hums, nodding. He hadn’t really thought of it either. “I have negative tests.” He promises. “I have not been with someone since my last relationship.” He strokes your back and kisses you one last time before he lifts you off his softening cock. “I trust you, tresor.”

Even just hearing him say that he trusts you is enough to make you fall in love with him. His dark eyes and handsome face make your heart thump. “I trust you too.” You lean in to kiss the skin above his heart. “Come on baby, let’s clean up and get some sleep. I’m exhausted now.” You shift to stand up before you make your way towards the stairs out of the pool, looking over your shoulder and chuckling when you see his eyes focused on your ass.

Javi waits for you to grab some clothes from your room and walks through the house with you. There is no one at night but the two of you and you’ve never seen his bedroom. Hopefully you don’t mind it. “If you aren’t comfortable, you can always go back to your room.”

You are dry and dressed in your tank top and shorts as you enter his suite. “Oh wow. This is - it’s bigger than my room.” Your eyes are wide as you look around his expansive suite. “Shall we get some sleep? I want you to hold me.”

“Let me change and I’ll be right there.” Javi rushes into his bathroom to strip off the speedos and clean up, putting on just a pair of boxers. He loves that you are not wearing lingerie, he just wants to experience normal things with you. Coming back out, he smiles when he finds you turning down the covers of the large bed. “I think I like this already.” He teases. “A beautiful woman sliding into bed with me.”

You playfully glance around, “you got one coming over soon?” You tease and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at him and snuggle into his pillows, “so comfy. Just need you now.” You pat the space between you, needing him to hold you.

Grinning, Javi climbs into the bed and turns off the lights, pulling you into his arms as he settles in. Sighing happily when you snuggle into him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Goodnight tresor.” He murmurs softly, stroking your back and kissing your head gently.

You look up as Javi enters the kitchen. It’s been a few weeks since the first night you slept together and you haven’t slept in your assigned room since. You know you shouldn’t get too attached but you can’t help it. You are falling for him. You flip the pancakes just as he walks over to the kitchen counter. “Morning sunshine.” You tease, glancing over at the clock that says 11am. You were up half the night having sex and he loves sleeping in.

“Good morning.” He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “It smells delicious, tresora.” He compliments. “What time are your classes today?” He knows you have school and will use the time to work on his script.

“Not until 2pm so we have plenty of time to eat breakfast and then I want to taste you.” You coo, turning your head to press your lips to his. He groans into your mouth, making you giggle and you gently slap his chest. “Let me finish making breakfast and then we can get busy again. I’m surprised you’re not satisfied after last night.”

“Never get enough of you.” It’s true, Javi is completely in love with you. Not that he’s said those words out loud, too afraid of being told that you don’t feel the same. He slaps your ass playfully when you turn back to the stove. “Make me feel like a teenager again.” He slides over to the coffee machine and starts setting up espressos for both of you. You had wanted a fancy machine so he had bought you one, and in turn, you had shown him how to use it.

You grin, watching him as he finishes making the coffees like you taught him and you plate up the breakfast. Once you’re both seated, you dig into the food, loving his moans of appreciation. “It’s good?” You tease, loving his moans as he nods. “Good.”

Javi eagerly shoves another bite into his mouth. He loves how you dote on him. Spoiling him by cooking for him instead of wanting to go out to fancy dinners. Most nights you stay home unless he has an event even when he’s offered to take you out to clubs. “I’m going to have to start using the gym, you feed me like this.” He groans, smiling over at you, “or do more laps in the pool.”

You smirk, watching him set his knife and fork down. “Or we could burn it off in other ways.” You wink at him, “I’m sure you will burn it off by fucking me hard and fast later. Or we could go dancing later. I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” You tell him, cutting up your pancakes as you watch him, those dark eyes burning into your own.

“You want to go dancing, tresor?” Javi smiles a slow sensual smile that promises that he will be glued to your body while the music plays. “If you finish your work at school and I get my next scene finished, we will dress up and go out tonight.” He promises. “Wear your favorite heels.” They are his favorites as well.

You carry your heels in your hand as you walk into Javier’s room - now your room for your extended stay in his home bar, your closet - and you know he will want to put the heels on your feet. “I’m ready baby. Just need to put my shoes on. Can you help me?” You ask, a teasing smile on your face.

“Absolutely.” Javi steps out of the bathroom fastening his watch to his wrist and groans happily at how sexy you look. The shoes will be the icing on the cake. “It’s a good thing we got pedicures a few days ago.” He teases, looking down at your freshly painted toes.

You playfully wiggle your toes before you walk over to the bench at the end of his bed, sitting down to wait for him to put your shoes on. “And your favorite cherry red.” You tease, knowing how much he adores the color.

“It looks fantastic on you.” Javi hikes his pants up slightly and kneels down in front of you. Caressing your foot softly before he holds out his other hand for the heel to put on for you. He loves that you let him do this for you.

You watch him for a moment, deciding to not hand him the shoe right away, and you shift your foot from his hand, pressing it into his groin. “I know what you like, Jav. Let me give you what you want.” You coo, rubbing his semi hard cock with the ball of your foot.

A filthy groan spills from his lips and he knows you feel the way his cock twitches as he imagines his fantasy. Although there is no way you are meaning that. “Of course you do.” He manages to croak out hoarsely. “You already do.” He wants to shift his hips up, to grind against your foot, but he can’t. You will be disgusted by that, and him.

When he slightly shifts his hips up to grind against your foot, you smirk. “I mean what you really want.” You reach down to unbuckle his belt, deciding to take a risk and pull his cock out of his pants. Half hard, you start to rub him with the ball of your foot.

His whine is laced with shame, cheeks burning and he can’t help the way that his hips seek your foot. “Shit, tresoro…” he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in your eyes. Not too many people seemed to be okay with a man who loved feet. He hates that you found out, even if he gets to feel your foot against his cock this once before you laugh in his face and walk out of his life. “I’m sorry- I, you weren’t - weren’t supposed to find out.” He gasps when you push a little harder down on his shaft.

“You didn’t hide it very well. The shoes…the pedicures. You love feet. That’s okay. There’s worse things.” You smile, pressing a little harder against his cock. “I love seeing you fall apart. Tell me what you want. I’m yours, remember? What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, voice lowering as you rub his cock with your foot.

“Fuck.” Javi whimpers, his eyes opening and finding yours. You have a smile on your face, but you aren’t mocking him. Instead you seem….willing. “I-I- you-“ he stutters slightly, grinding up against your foot even more. “This, more of this.” He confesses, cock spurting out a small bead of precum as he fully hardens.

You smirk, lifting your other foot and you balance yourself on the bed so you can press both feet to his cock, encasing him in your grip as you slowly rock your legs to begin sliding his hard length between your feet.

“Oh shit.” He can’t believe you are doing this. “Fuck- I, God it feels so good.” He moans, rolling his hips up and watching your feet slide up and down his now painfully hard cock. It could use some lubrication, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

You are enthralled with the way he looks at you. “Spit. Want you to add lube.” You tell him, continuing to work his cock. He lets out a whine, leaning down to spit onto his cock and you work him again with your feet, loving the groan that escapes his lips. “Spit again. Need more.”

“Tresoro.” He whines your nickname and does as you ask, bracing his hands on his thighs as he shifts up, thrusting into arches of your feet. “God, this is- fuck, I love this.” He babbles. “Never- never thought I would be able to - God, it’s so good.” One hand covers a foot and squeezes.

You moan at him touching your foot, pushing you harder into his cock. “You look so hot, fucking my feet like this baby. God, no one has done this for you?” You ask and he shakes his head. You grin, happy to be able to indulge him. “Enjoy it. I want you to cum for me. I want you to paint my feet with your cum.”

He moans your name, completely done for now that you’ve said that. That you are okay with this. His eyes are on his cock, working in and out from between your pretty feet. “Fuck.” He grunts, watching your toes curl around him. “Gonna cum soon.” He knows he will, feels it building up.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” You plead, working his cock with your feet and your thighs are starting to hurt but you work your way through it because you are desperate to watch him cum, obsessed with it since he first fucked you.

It only takes a few more thrusts, desperate and needy before he’s yelling your name. His cock throbbing between your feet before he starts spurting ropes of cum over your feet and his thighs, ruining the pants he is wearing while he whines in pleasure.

You work him through it, your feet slick with his cum, and you love how he closes his eyes in pleasure. “God, that’s so sexy.” You moan, your panties slick from arousal and you swear you’ve never seen such a sexy sight.

“Fuck.” He can’t believe that you just let him do that. Desperate to make you feel good, Javi lunges forward and pushes you back on the bed. “Fuck.” He pushes your dress up and drags your pantries down so he can bury his face in your folds.

You cry out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair when his tongue delves into your folds. “Oh fuck baby. Oh - oh shit.” You hiss, tilting your head back as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He’s ravenous, ready to make you cum just as hard as he just did. Ready to give you everything you want and more. You have given him something he has always wanted and never been able to experience. He loves you, he knew he had before, but now he’s certain of it. He groans into your cunt, dark eyes on your face as he sucks on your clit harshly.

You gasp, tilting your head up so you can look at him. “Fuck baby. That feels - God, it’s so good.” You tug on his hair, certain that you are going to cum soon. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue but you swallow them, not wanting to say something and ruin it all. You know this is just an arrangement. “Fuck baby. Yes. Yesss. Just like that.” You whine when his tongue flattens over your clit.

“Lofe you.” He groans the words sloppily into your cunt, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His fingers dig into your thighs and push them farther apart, ready to drive you crazy. He pulls away from your clit and slides down, pushing his tongue deep into your cunt.

You swear you hear him say he loves you but you know that’s just your imagination. You are soon swept up in the pleasure of his tongue deep inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit, and you dig your heels into his back. “Oh Jav. Javi. Javiiii.” You squeal, clamping down on his tongue as he curls it deep inside of you.

He moans happily, slurping down the rush of your juices as they pour out of you. Licking and lapping at your cunt until you are gasping his name and pushing at his head before he kisses your clit. “I love you, tresor.” He murmurs softly, turning his head and kissing your thigh. “I know it’s not the same for you, but I can’t help how I feel. My character, the movie, is based on you.” He confesses, hoping you won’t be offended.

You shift to sit up on your elbows, looking down at him in shock. “What did you say?” You ask breathlessly.

“My character is based off of you.” He admits, flustered, and you shake your head.

“No. No. Not that. You said - you said you love me.” You say and he nods, biting his lip as he rests his cheek on your thigh. A wide grin appears on your cheeks, “well I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”

“Really?” His eyes widen and you nod, making him push up off the floor and lunge forward so he can press his lips to yours. “I love you,” he breathes against your lips, overwhelmed by the pure joy that is bursting in his chest. “I love you.”

You love how excited and eager he is. “Javi.” You murmur against his mouth, gently pushing him away. “I don’t - I don’t want this to be something casual. I don’t want to be a golddigger or - or someone you will be with until you’re bored. I don’t want people to think I’m with you for your money.” You admit, suddenly nervous now that this is real, not just a transaction.

Javi smiles, caressing your cheek gently. “I don’t think you are with me for my money.” He promises. “I- I have kept something from you.” He shakes his head when you immediately look even more worried. “I didn’t tell you how rich I am.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m a billionaire.” He confesses. “But I don’t think I will ever be bored with you. I know I won’t. I’m thinking of marriage.” He bites his lip, waiting for your reaction.

Your eyes widen, processing everything he said. You don’t care about the money but the fact that he’s a billionaire has you reeling. This sweet, incredible man has more money than you could ever imagine and he wants you. He wants to marry you. You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. “I want to be yours. In every way. Your girlfriend. Your fiancé. Your wife. The mother of your children. I want it all Jav. I love you.” You surge forward to press your lips to his.

He sighs against your lips, pulling you tight and sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He’s happy that you love him, happy that you accept his more unusual proclivities. “Does that mean that you will let me buy you more jewelry? My wife deserves it.” He huffs with a smile. “Plus I love toe rings and I’ve wanted to buy you some.”

You giggle and nod, “yes. I’ll accept the toe rings. God, you really do have a foot fetish. More jewelry but nothing insane.” You warn him, not wanting something that costs a ridiculous amount of money. “I want to make my own way too. Get through school and have a career then we can discuss marriage and kids.” You tell him, running your fingers through his hair.

Javi nods, a serious look on his face. “Your career is your own, I want you to have all your dreams come true.” He knows that he can’t make it happen for you, the drive has to come from your hard work, although he can support you along the way. “I am not in a rush.” He promises softly with a smile, leaning in to kiss you again. “Although I do want you to officially move into the bedroom. Move your closet over.”

You smile, kissing him once more. “I don’t want to be your sugar baby forever. I want to be yours. Only yours. I love you baby. I want you. I want to be yours.” You run your fingers through his hair.

Javi smiles, leaning in and kissing your lips. “Do you want to clean up and still go out dancing baby?” He murmurs softly, looking down at the mess he made of you and himself. “I just want to be with you, no matter what. You are my baby, not my sugar baby.”

You nod, “let’s go dancing and you can fuck me on the Ferrari before we come home.” You smirk, wanting to feel him inside of you now you know he feels the same. “And I want you to dance with me. Hold me close and show everyone that I’m yours.”

“Absolutely, tresor.” Javi smiles at you happily as he stands and offers you his hand to help you up. “After all, you are not only my muse, but my most precious treasure.”

You smirk, knowing that he calls you his treasure. You have known it from the beginning. “I love you.” You murmur, pecking his lips once more. “Let’s go out and celebrate your script being picked up then you can fuck me and make me cum while I wear those earrings you bought me.” You shift to stand up, winking at him as you make your way to the bathroom.

Javi watches you go, a silly grin on his face before he starts to strip off his ruined pants and shirt. He is eager to get you to the club to show you off, show the world that you’re his and he can’t believe you want him. Leaving Mallorca to pursue his dreams, Javi never imagined he’d find success, let alone the love of his life. He knows that his advice to his children will always be to follow your dreams. He hopes that one day, you’ll be the mother of his children. His dreams will come true, he knows they will when he has his tresor.

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