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[wildemaven]

Visiting a beautiful winery estate, you can’t help but fall for the handsome owner

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 20th

Day 20: Uniform, Titjob, Thighfucking

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: New baby, post partum recovery, mentions of lactation, mentions of vaginal recovery, mentions of period sex, thigh fucking, lube, cum

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Giving Javi Gutierrez whatever he wants is never something you can resist. The sweetness of the man mixed with the adoring gaze he gives you always plows through any and all arguments against the ideas he comes up with. 

“We don’t have to.” He flashes a guilty look and then looks down at the baby that is sleeping in your arms. The proud set of his shoulders as he reaches out and brushes his daughter's hair. Watching with a smile as she squirms slightly but doesn’t wake up. “Let me put her in the bassinet.” He insists, shifting to take her from you. His daughter's bassinet was just feet from the bed, wanting to keep her close for the first few months. 

He feels guilty, but you are so sexy. Finding you irresistible during your pregnancy and even now that you are only three weeks since giving birth. 

He’s wonderful with her. An amazing dad, hands on and wanting to be completely there for you and her. He didn’t complain about dirty diapers, even if he made faces and would get up with the baby in the middle of the night to let you sleep. It just made him even sexier in your eyes. 

It’s not hard to want your husband, he’s sweet and sexy and he’s been so fucking good to you. Even if you can’t have sex with him yet, you still want him to feel pleasure. 

Opening your nightstand,  you pull out the lube and smirk to yourself when he turns around and freezes when he sees it in your hand. “Cielo, I- you don’t- I was being selfish.” It’s sweet, how he feels flustered now that you’ve decided and you shake your head. 

“Come here, Javi.” You crook your finger and glance down at his cock, hardening under the fabric of his boxers. Secretly thrill with how fast your lover is getting turned on at the thought of touching you again. 

The lube is cool to the touch, making you shiver as you apply it. Watching him whip his boxers off and nearly trip in his rush to join you on the bed after you had thrown the covers back to expose your body to his gaze. 

Javi’s soft, loving eyes caress every inch of skin and it makes you tear up when he leans down and kisses one of the stretchmarks your child had left on your body. 

Your fingers, slick with the clear lube, wrap around his hard cock. Making him groan, those long, pretty lashes fluttering as his hips rock forward into your grip. You know he’s jerked off, he’s admitted it to you, but he always swears his touch is never as good as yours. 

Once you’ve coated his cock, your husband pushes your thighs together, groaning as he looks down at you. “I love you so fucking much.” He promises, panting slightly and he’s not even started yet. 

Javi loves frottage. Loves fucking your thighs. Pushing them together and sliding his cock through the soft skin as he rocks his hips. The feeling, the intimacy of finding pleasure in a different part of your body is exciting to him. 

It had all started when you were dating. You didn’t like sex while you were on your period. The sensation is uncomfortable and sometimes painful. It had taken exactly one time of trying to have sex with Javi before it had been abandoned. 

The sad thing was that you had a high sex drive during your period. You wanted him, that was never the issue, it was your body failing you. 

Because of that, the two of you started experimenting. Just because vaginal sex wasn’t feasible for you, didn’t mean the two of you couldn’t play. 

It had led to the discover of thigh fucking. He didn’t really care for tit fucking, feeling like he was crushing you when he straddled your stomach, even if he loved when you sat on his face. It apparently wasn’t the same. But thigh fucking? He could kneel down like he normally would if you were having sex and watch you. Even rubbing your clit while he pushes his cock between the pillowy pressure of your thighs. He had made sure that you enjoyed yourself too, so it wasn’t just him getting off. 

You can see he wants this. That he’s missed it. The fact that you want it too just makes it perfect. Your still healing body is throbbing for him, but you don’t want to risk anything before your six week check up. For now, you can make sure that Javi’s needs are taken care of when he has been so good at taking care of you. 

Those hands are gentle, stroking your thighs as he groans your name. “Perfect, amor.” He hums, the love in his gaze undeniable. “I will make sure you enjoy it too.” He promises. 

He can’t rub his cock against your clit, the possibility of his cock slipping into you when his rhythm builds up is too great, so he aims for the middle of your thighs to start to push through. 

You love watching it. The head of his leaking cock smearing those beautiful pearls of pre-cum over your skin as the foreskin protecting it rolls back. Caught on the pressure of the ‘walls’ that your clamped-together thighs make. A perfect little pocket for Javi to thrust his dick into. 

“That’s it baby.” You feel his fingers flex on your thighs, holding them up with your feet over his shoulder as he starts to move. Knowing how badly he wants to palm your tits like he used to, but he can’t right now. Not with as sensitive as they are with the milk that your body is producing. “Does that feel good?” 

Javi huffs, whining slightly as he nods his head. It always feels good but you are so soft right now. So sexy. Everything about you turning him on and he thrusts his hips forward again, pushing his cock through your thighs. “So good, you’re so good to me.” He pants, sliding a hand down to thumb your clit. 

You moan, having denied your body any kind of pleasure for the past few weeks. Concentrating on healing and the baby. Too exhausted to do much by the time you are settled down in bed, so this is the first time you’ve been able to really think about pleasure. 

“Want you to cum.” You whisper, clenching your thighs together and making him moan again. “You take such good care of me, I want to take care of you.” Your hips rock up, pushing his cock down further between your thighs and one hand reaches up to lightly squeeze your breast. 

The sound of his cock sliding through your thighs is slick, wet. Both from the lube and the pre-cum that Javi spurts every time he pushes through, exposing the sensitive head to the air. If you could twist that much, contort your body, you would want to take him in your mouth when he emerges from the length of your skin. 

“That’s it baby.” You coo, spurring him on until the pace is nearly frantic. Knowing that he won’t last long. He never does since he loves the sensation so much. Watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as he starts to cum. Painting your stomach and tits with his release, his fingers on your clit never stop moving. Even as quickly as he cums from fucking your thighs, Javi will always make sure you are taken care of. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 19- Somnophilia

Javi Gutierrez x gn!reader

Word count- 1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), hj, bj, subby!Javi, restraints, slight overstim, hint at face sitting, no use of y/n

Notes- Oh this one was so fun to write! Another personal favorite of the month, cause we love a subby Javi!! Starting the fic under the cut cause we get right to it here lol! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Javi groaned softly in his sleep as his dreams turned more intense. He dreamt you were jerking him off… and it felt so good. He writhed slightly as he practically felt your hand around his cock, pumping him and making him feel so good. Javi whispered your name as he started to teeter from the dream world and the waking one. And suddenly the two realms felt intertwined.

You smirked as you watched Javi squirm under your touch, careful not to wake him fully just yet. It had been a fantasy of yours to do this to him for a long time, and when Javi confessed that it was one of his ultimate desires, your heart flipped in your chest. You waited a few nights to actually do it, though, since you wanted to catch him more off guard but with the invitation still open.

Heat rushed through your veins when he murmured your name over and over again, and you couldn’t help but pump him faster. Your own needs could wait as you were too focused on him. Licking your lips, your eyes trailed down Javi’s naked form until they landed on his cock in your hand. It dripped with precum and it twitched when you twisted your wrist around the shaft.

Fuck, he looked delicious.

The time was right, you decided, and you let go of his cock and positioned yourself so that your mouth ghosted over the tip. In his sleep, Javi let out a soft whine, and you couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your lips. He looked so beautiful like this. Next time, you would have to take a picture.

As he settled back into sleep, you stuck your tongue out and gently licked the tip of his length in a teasingly light touch. He whimpered in his sleep as you wrapped your lips around him and took his entire cock into your mouth. You sucked hard with the intent of waking Javi up this time, and you shivered in anticipation as you waited to see his reaction to waking up in your mouth.

“Ay! Fuck! Corazon!” Javi moaned as his eyes shot open.

You hummed in satisfaction as you kept your eyes on Javi, but you never let go of his cock.

Javi tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. And, for just being awake a few seconds, he discovered his second surprise of the morning. You had bound him to the bed with silk scarves, his wrists tied to the head of the bed and his ankles to each post at the end. He was defenseless and helpless against you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He groaned your name as he dropped his head back onto the pillow.

“Morning, Javi,” you purred, breaking away from his cock with a pop, “Sleep well?” you asked in a tease.

“Not as well as I woke up, mi amor,” Javi murmured, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. That explained the dream he had. But, reality was far better, and waking up with his cock inside your mouth was a more than welcome surprise. And it was hotter than he ever could have imagined, especially with your touch of tying him down.

You exhaled deeply with a smile, “Shall I continue, then?” you ran a single finger up his length, “My breakfast looked delicious, and I’m starving.”

“Ay dios mio,” Javi sighed with a short laugh, “You are too much, you know that corazon?” he lifted his head to meet your gaze, and both of you softened as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“You like it,” you cooed as you kissed the tip of his cock.

“That I do… Ohh…”

Without another word, you wrapped your lips around his cock again and bobbed your head up and down, savoring the taste of Javi first thing in the morning. He cried out as he strained against the binds, forgetting they were there for a moment. Javi bucked his hips into you as much as he could as you sucked at his cock.

“Fuck… Amor…”

Moving faster and sucking harder, you reached down and cupped Javi’s balls, determined to send him over the edge. His moans encouraged you as you hummed into him, the vibrations bringing new sensations. You darted your tongue along his shaft, pocking and lucking where you knew he was more sensitive.

“Amor… I’m…”

You sucked harder, taking Javi’s entire length into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. Tears filled your eyes, but you didn’t care. You kept going until you got what you wanted. And within moments, Javi exploded into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat as he cock twitched in your mouth. In his restraints, Javi writhed as he moaned loudly, spilling a string of praises as he did so.

Swallowing every last drop, you didn’t let up until you were sure he had no more to give. As much as you wanted to keep going, you decided to stop, not wanting to overdo it the first time you tried something new. With one last kiss to the tip of his cock, you pulled away with a deep gasp for air.

“Wow,” you breathed as you watched him come down from his high.

“That was incredible, corazon,” Javi panted as his eyes fluttered open.

You smiled brightly at Javi as you heaved yourself forward to lay overtop of him, taking his lips with your own. Javi immediately deepened the kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. His cock twitched slightly between your bodies, though he knew he was spent… at least for now.

“You’re incredible, Javi,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed as he beamed up at you, his big beautiful eyes telling a story that words could never express. “I would like to return the favor, mi amor,” he waved his hands that still stayed bound above his head, “But I am still at your mercy here.”

You thought for a moment before you gave him a mischievous smirk, “I can think of a way you can still make it work,” you purred as you shimmied your body up his torso, hovering yourself over his face.

“Fuck yes,” Javi breathed as he licked his lips eagerly.

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[luvrxbunny]

imagine sucking a guy off while he’s standing but his knees give out

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[storiesforallfandoms]

happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez;the unbearable weight of massive talent

word count: 2841

request?: no

description: in which she gets her husband the best birthday gift of his life: nic cage

pairing: javi gutierrez x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

It felt almost impossible to come up with a good gift for Javi. What do you get the man who has everything? Literally everything. Javi had more money than most people could ever dream of, and he used that money to buy whatever he wanted. It was infuriating. I could never think of good birthday gifts for him because whatever I could think of, he got it for himself.

There was one gift I could possibly get him that would blow his mind. It was a long shot, but if I could pull it off then I would be giving him the best gift he’d ever receive in his entire life.

“Gabriela, I need your help,” I said to her one morning just after Javi had left with Lucas. “I want to try and get Nic Cage to come make an appearance at Javi’s birthday party.”

Gabriela’s eyes widened. “That’s...a huge deal, (Y/N).”

“I know, and I know it’s a long shot because he’s a big actor who is probably very busy, but I know Javi would lose his mind if we could make this happen. I’ll do whatever it takes. However much money he wants, free accommodations at the mansion, I’ll even try to pay for whatever his passion project is to be made. Anything he wants.” I took Gabriela’s hands in mine. “Please, Gabriela. Javi would love this.”

She thought for a few moments before squeezing my hands. “I’ll look for the contact info for his agent online.”

Turns out, it’s not that hard to find Nic Cage’s agent’s contact info online. Actually, it was the first thing that popped up when we Googled “Nicolas Cage agent contact info”. We wrote his agent a lengthy email, basically begging for Nic Cage to come to Javi’s birthday party. I even threw in an offer of one million dollars just to show up to the party. We hit send, waiting with baited breath for a response.

Of course, I knew we wouldn’t get a response right away. But as the days passed and still nothing, my anxiety began to grow. I was constantly refreshing my email, hoping that a new email would arrive already. I was trying not to be too obvious, but Javi noticed that I was distracted very quickly.

“Is everything alright, mi amor?” he asked me one morning when I checked my phone during breakfast. It was very unlike me to be on my phone at the table, but I wasn’t thinking about anything besides getting a response to this damn email. “You seem...distracted.”

“I’m sorry, honey. It’s just...something I’m planning for your birthday.”

His eyes brightened. “For my birthday, you say? Any hints?”

I smiled and leaned in close to him. “Absolutely not.”

He playfully groaned, but closed the small gap between us to kiss me.

A week had passed by and I started to give up hope. I had let go of the idea when my phone chimed, signaling an incoming email. When I opened it I had to refrain from screaming with joy.

The email read, “Dear Mrs. Gutierrez. Mr. Cage has accepted your offer to appear at your event. Please provide us with the details as well as location and travel details.”

It was hard to contain my excitement around Javi. I didn’t want to give away the surprise, but every time I looked at him I kept thinking about how excited he was going to be when he saw the Nic Cage at his birthday party. It was going to be the hardest secret I ever had to keep.

The time flew by, luckily, and before I knew it, I was on my way to the dock to meet Nicolas Cage. I had assigned one person to pick up Nic in the boat to try and minimize the chances of Javi finding out about the surprise. Besids me, only two people knew: Gabriela and Oscar, one of Javi’s men who I had escort Nic to our home. I watched as the boat came closer and closer. I could see Oscar driving while an unfamiliar figure was slumped in the back of the boat.

Nic fucking Cage.

I tried to keep myself composed as the boat docked and Oscar helped Nic to unload his luggage. He was so tall. He was almost intimidating in person.

“Mr. Cage,” I said. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to pass up a gig that’s offering a million dollars just to show up,” he responded. “What’s the deal with this party, anyways? Because if the couple is expecting me to engage in some form of voyeurism, or something along those lines, they are going to be very disappointed.”

I was taken back by his suggestion. He was looking at me, waiting for a response, while I stood there looking like an idiot with my mouth hanging open.

“N-No,” I finally said. “It’s nothing like that. My husband is a huge fan of your work. I wanted to surprise him with an appearance from you for his birthday. You just have to be there, talk to him, share some stories from the sets of your movies maybe.”

His face went pale. “You...you’re Mrs. Gutierrez?”

“Yes, I am.”

He was left just as speechless as I felt. We looked at each other for a long time, an awkward feeling in the air. Finally, I gestured for him to follow me and Oscar to the car that was waiting to take us back to the house. I got into the front seat as Oscar loaded Nic’s luggage into the trunk as Nic got into the back seat.

The ride was silent for a while. I was still more nervous over the fact that I was in the same car as Nic Cage than I was upset over what Nic had said. But I could tell he was embarrassed. I just wasn’t sure how to put his mind as ease when I was too starstruck to string a sentence together.

“Listen,” he said, finally breaking the awkward silence. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. You have to understand that this was a bizarre request I got to come to a birthday party, for a large sum of money. I had no idea what to expect.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I understand. Honestly, I didn’t even think your agent would respond, so I didn’t plan out your appearance much until you said yes.”

“So, what is the plan?”

“The party isn’t until tomorrow evening, so we have the guest house set up for you to stay in. Gabriela, mine and Javi’s assistant, will come and get you, and usher you to the party without Javi noticing. I have a speech planned, that will be your entrance.”

Nic was nodding along as I spoke. When I finished, he said, “You must really love this Javi to go through so much effort for a birthday gift.”

I smiled. “Well, I married him for a reason.”

~~~~~~

The next night, I was stood in front of one of the full length mirrors in mine and Javi’s room. I had changed into the dress I had found on our bed that afternoon, with a note attached to it that said, “Wear this tonight, mi amor xo”.

Typical of Javi to buy me something to wear on his birthday.

I had to admit, Javi’s taste in dresses was always phenomenal. I had one closet dedicated to all the dresses he has bought me in the past. They had never been wore more than once, but they were too beautiful to let go of. This one was no different. It was a long, off the shoulder, velvet dress in a deep red color. I pulled a pair of champagne colored heels from the closet to wear with it, and a gold necklace Javi had gotten for me won our first anniversary.

Two arms wrapped around my waist as a head of curly brown hair buried itself against my neck.

“You look beautiful, mi amor,” Javi said as he pressed a light kiss on the nape of my neck.

“Thank you,” I said. “Helps that I seem to have a husband with the best fashion sense in the world.”

I turned my head to look up at him. He kissed my lips as I leaned back against him. His hands ran over the soft material of my dress, exploring my body as his tongue ran across my bottom lip.

“What if we ditch the party and stay up here so I can take this dress off of you instead?” he suggested.

I giggled. “Ditch your own birthday party?” He nodded and began kissing my neck again. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

I turned in his arms to look up at him. “Because there are nearly a hundred people down in our courtyard waiting to celebrate you. You can’t just ditch them.”

Javi groaned, burying his head in the crook of my neck. It felt nearly impossible to reject his offer when he was kissing me in the right spot, touching me in the right spots, and in general just looked so fucking handsome. I just wanted to let him take the dress off of me and do whatever he wanted to me.

But my mind drifted back to the special guest I had waiting to make an appearance, and that was enough for me to push Javi away.

“We can’t miss your party,” I told him. “Besides, I have an amazing present for you.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “One that requires us going to the party?” I nodded. “Well, now you’ve managed to convince me.”

I kissed his nose and took his hands in mine, pulling him out of our room and to the party that was kicking off down below.

We were met with cheers and a chorus of “Happy Birthday!”s. Lucas passed both of us a glass of champagne and made a quick toast in Javi’s honor. There was more cheering. I looked up to see Javi was positively glowing with happiness. I smiled at him, knowing that his gift was going to up this happiness even more.

I let Javi socialize for nearly an hour. Actually, it was hard to get him away from someone once he had started talking, but I figured it was his party so he deserved to talk to whoever he wanted for however long he wanted. But, the more time ticked on, the more anxious I grew. I didn’t want to interrupt his conversation, but I didn’t want to leave Nic waiting too long to make his entrance.

Luckily, Gabriela was the one to finally draw everyone’s attention as she got on stage and tapped a fork against her champagne glass. The crowd went silent and turned towards her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, before we continue with the festivities tonight, there was someone who wanted to say a few words in honor of the birthday boy,” she said. “Everybody, please give it up for (Y/N) Gutierrez.”

The crowd cheered as I made my way towards the stage. I put my arms out to Gabriela to pull her into a hug, and she whispered in my ear, “He’s ready.”

I mouthed “Thank you” to her as we pulled away before turning to the crowd of people who were looking at me.

“Hello everyone,” I started. “I don’t usually make a spectacle like this at Javi’s birthdays, but this year is different. For one, I believe that a man as incredible as Javi deserves the spectacle of his wife giving a super sappy speech about how much she loves him and how amazing he is. He deserves it, but that’s not the speech you’re getting tonight, so don’t hold your breath.” The audience chuckled. “Although, I will say that Javi is one of the most kindhearted men I have ever known. Getting to share my life with him has been the greatest privilege for me.”

I met Javi’s eyes in the crowd. He was smiling, admiration showing on his face. When I first started dating Javi, Lucas would say that Javi looked at me the way Disney princes looked at their princesses. I used to laugh it off, until I actually noticed it one day. I think that was the moment I knew Javi was in love with me, and the moment I realized I was in love with him, too.

“And all of that brings me to the second reason I decided to make a speech tonight,” I continued. “Because Javi is such an amazing person, I often try to give him the best gifts I can think of. That’s not exactly easy when you’re husband is richer than God and tends to like buying things for himself. But, tonight, I think I have finally figured out what the best gift in the world for Javi would be. And it’s definitely something I knew he has never tried to purchase for himself.”

I looked behind me. Nic was stood far enough away from the stage that no one would notice him unless they were actually looking, but close enough that he could hear me talking and knew when he would come in. He met my eyes and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back at him before turning back to the awaiting crowd.

“Javi, here is my gift for you.” I made a grand gesture with my arms and said, “Nicolas Cage!”

A collective gasp floated through the crowd as Nic stepped up onto the stage. I looked back at Javi to see that his eyes were so wide they were nearly popping out of his head. He was paralyzed in place. I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. I stepped off the stage and extended a hand to him.

“Come meet your hero,” I said.

“You got Nicolas Cage?” he questioned, his voice so quiet I almost couldn’t hear him. “You got the actual Nicolas Cage to come to my birthday party? This is what you’ve been planning for all this time?”

“I said I wanted to get you the best gift ever,” I reminded him. “Happy birthday, my love.”

He was finally spurred into movement. He took my hand and let me lead him towards the stage, where his hero was stood waiting. Nic smiled and extended a hand to Javi. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Javi. Your wife told me all about you.”

Javi shook his hand, but didn’t speak. I lightly nudged him, which snapped him out of his starstruck trance and got him to start talking.

The rest of the night was spent with basically everyone wanting to talk to Nic. Eventually, Javi was able to pull himself away so that Nic could speak to the crowd about whatever they wanted to hear. Javi found his way back to my side and pulled me close to him. I leaned into his embrace, watching his child-like wonder towards the man he had loved and admired for so long. I knew this whole thing was a success, and that’s all that mattered to me.

The night finally came to an end as the crowd, still also starstruck by the sudden appearance of a celebrity, reluctantly began to leave. Javi offered Nic one of the spare rooms in our mansions and called for one of his men to collect Nic’s things to bring up. I thanked the actor again for coming before leaving the two men so I could get ready for bed. As much as I loved seeing Javi’s happiness, the heels were starting to hurt my feet and I was started to grow tired.

I didn’t expect to see Javi before I fell asleep, so when he came into our room just as I was getting into bed, I was a little shocked.

“You mujer hermosa,” he said, crossing the room to stand next to me. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Was it the best gift ever?” I asked.

“Better than the best gift ever. I don’t know how anyone will ever top what you gave me tonight,” he said.

I beamed with pride. “Well, that’s all that matters to me then. I’ve finally figured out something to give you that you haven’t gotten for yourself yet.”

He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me in for a kiss. It was sweet and passionate, and his hands found their way to the small of my back to pull me as close against him as I could. I started to giggle against his lips as he backed us up towards the bed, then we both toppled over onto the soft mattress.

“I love you so much,” he said. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have such an incredible wife.”

“I love you, too,” I said. “And you are very lucky to have me.”

He chuckled and kissed me again so feverishly that I completely forgot about being tired.

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[laureliciousdefinition]

The Beach | Javi Gutierrez X reader

Summary: a reunion at the beach with Javi.

Rating: 18+!

Tags/warnings: smut, genitalia description, teasing, javi in that damn Speedo is a warning all of its own

A/N: this is a result of a very filthy conversation with @guess-my-next-obsession . Its silly and I’ve never written javi g before so be nice and just enjoy a lil filth on this fine Thursday!

Crossposted on ao3 <3

The waves crashing against themselves over and over combined with the warm blanket of sun was quickly putting you at ease after you settled into the plush seats of the cabana. It had been far too long since you’d had a chance to do this- especially not with Javi, since he’d been spending so much time in LA while you managed your own business affairs back in Mejorca. You were fine on your own, of course, but you never slept quite as well without his weight in the bed next to you. You peeked open one eye to your left to steal a glance at him, long, toned legs stretching out into the sun, only to find him looking at you with a grin.

You jumped slightly. “Jesus- why are you staring at me like that?” You pulled your sunglasses down to look at him fully.

His smile quickly changed to a concerned frown. “I did not mean to scare you, mi amor. Just like to look at you.”

At that you rolled your eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers together and settling back into the chair. “You’re silly.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy making him stare; you’d absolutely worn your skimpiest swimsuit to the private beach on purpose. It was nothing too fancy, just a simple black two piece, but the fabric was… sparse, so to speak. Your nipples were covered just enough to make you feel comfortable, and the bottom was a French cut thong that left little to the imagination. It was one you’d bought on a whim, but you knew you looked hot, and you’d been saving it for something special- and what’s more special than getting to tease your sweet boyfriend at the beach?

After a bit of laying on your back with your chest covered by the adjustable awning, you stood to close it and flip to your stomach. Once again you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I can feel your eyes on my ass,” you teased lightly, voice muffled by your arms.

Javi’s voice was low when he responded. “Can you blame me?”

You giggled again. “Can you at least make yourself useful and re-apply my sunscreen?” You asked, turning your head to the other side so you could look at him.

His brows raised and he grinned like before. “Don’t mind if I do,” he answered as he scooted closer to you in the large lounge chair, reaching over your back and grabbing the small bottle out of the bag you’d packed. He rubbed a dollop of it into his hands before smoothing them over your body, moving slowly. His hands felt delightful running over your back and shoulders- he was applying more pressure than he really needed to, squeezing the muscles and relieving tension you didn’t even know you had.

He moved his hands down your back until he stopped at your bottom, rubbing the sunscreen in languidly before squeezing one of your cheeks. You heard Javi hum in appreciation, feeling him grab handfuls of you.

“Ah.. me gusta tu trasero, cariño,” he said from above you.

You’d buried your face back in your arms and were suddenly thankful you’d done so; his touches and compliments were making your cheeks turn pink.

He gave a light pat to one of the cheeks to signal he was done, and you reached out an arm for him while keeping your face covered with the other one. He lifted your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on each knuckle. You eventually drew it back to yourself, earning a small whine from him, but you knew he would get over it when he saw your next move.

Grabbing ahold of the bow you’d tied at the back of your neck, you pulled slowly to undo it, letting it fall down by your face. You repeated the action with the strings across your back, pulling until they rested at your sides and your back was bare.

“Don’t want a tan line,” you explained nonchalantly, knowing his eyes were trained on you.

Though nothing was showing yet, you knew how much this would rile Javi up. He always got particularly rowdy after being away from you for a long time, making sure to lavish you with kisses and attention and so much pleasure. It was as if he were making up for the lost time, begging you to use him until you were satisfied; in fact, sometimes you wondered if the man got so caught up in making sure you were enjoying it that he forgot to take care of his own needs. And of course, you loved having someone take such intense care of you, but you also loved getting to please him and remind him that sex wasn’t just about your enjoyment.

That doesn’t mean you couldn’t tease him a bit, though.

“Do you think it’s been long enough that I can flip over?” You asked, turning your head to him again.

He looked extra delicious laying on his side- his tan had faded a bit while he was in LA, but it was already quickly coming back under the hot Spanish sun. He was wearing the new speedo you’d gotten him, further accentuating his lean figure. His little tummy at the top of the suit was extraordinarily tempting, making you long to run your fingers down the trail of hair in the area. And despite being rolled to one side his chest still looked so broad- you were running out of patience with yourself.

You began to roll back over, the cup of the swimsuit falling away from your skin, surely exposing you- your suspicions were confirmed when he reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay right there.”

You bit back your smile.

He moved across the small cabana until he was situated by your thighs, patting one of them gently to get you to move them. You obliged, spreading them apart enough for him to sit on his knees between your legs and pull your hips up.

“So beautiful like this. So beautiful always,” he murmured, bending to place a kiss at the small of your back. “I love you.”

“Mmm… I love you too, Javi,” you purred, breathing out a sigh of content.

“Now, let’s see…” he straightened back up and looped his thumbs through the sides of the swimsuit. “May I?”

Angling your head to look at him as best as you could, you smiled. “Of course.”

He pulled the suit down off of you, taking his time watching your core slowly become exposed. You arched your back, presenting yourself more for him, then lifted your knees one and a time to allow him to get the bottoms fully off. Once they’d been tucked safely into your bag, he leaned back down and shrugged the tiny top from underneath you, leaving you completely naked before him.

“Mi hermosa amante,” he breathed out, rubbing a hand along your thigh and backside. “Move forward for me.”

You did as he said, scooting up the cabana chair until the pillow was just below your elbows.

He pressed another kiss to you, this time on your left cheek, then your right. He trailed his kisses inward, dipping down until his nose was right at your entrance. You felt him inhale, no doubt taking in your scent, and your face heated at the thought. His tongue poked out just enough to gently brush over your clit, the barely-there sensation sending a mini shockwave through you. He held you steady though, hands lightly grasping the sides of your thighs.

He pressed his tongue to you again, this time with more pressure. He repeated the motion, flicking it back and forth until you could no longer contain a moan.

“Let me hear it, dove,” he pulled back to say.

Javi dove back in, this time laying his tongue flat against your center and dragging it from your clit back to your entrance. You were already so wet for him in anticipation- he swirled his tongue around and drank down your slick like a man dying of thirst. Your back arched involuntarily at the feeling, causing his tongue to press deeper into you until he was fucking your entrance with his mouth. Your moans were coming out louder and more steadily, fingers digging into the cloth of the seat.

“God, Javi,” you groaned out.

His movements were becoming relentless, swirling over your clit over and over until you could feel the cord starting to snap. He pulled away from you and wiped his face, not quite ready to finish you off.

You whined, causing him to bend forward and stroke your hair. “Calm down, I’m gonna take care of you. Just wanna take my time.” He kissed your shoulder before sitting back up.

When he moved his face back to your center, he licked over your entrance a few times before moving further up to the tight ring of muscle above it. He laid his tongue flat against your hole, hands now grabbing onto your asscheeks and pulling them apart to gain better access.

Though it was a different sensation it was still just as maddening, and it had you letting out a string of curses. “Fuck, yes… shit- Javi, so good,” you babbled.

He hummed against you. Circling his tongue around your entrance he slipped a finger into your pussy, the double sensation bringing tears to your eyes. You were rocking back against his face, desperately chasing the orgasm you needed.

“Please, please- baby, please, I need it so bad,” you begged, voice breaking.

His grasp on your ass tightened as he spoke against you. “Take what you need. Tómalo.”

You came with a loud, gasping cry, fingers surely tearing into the seat. Javi rode you through it, gently pumping his fingers until your pulsing walls dulled to a flutter. With his free hand he rubbed soothing circles against your hip.

Once you’d collected yourself, you twisted your back til you could take in his face, eyes bright and chin coated in your wetness. You longed to kiss him, but when he adjusted the large bulge that was now barely contained in the tiny swimsuit, you knew that would have to wait.

“Fuck me, Javi.” You instructed.

His eyes widened slightly at the vulgarity of your words- as if his face wasn’t buried in you moments ago- before a lustful smile came to his face.

He made quick work of removing the speedo, adding it to the collection in your bag. A cramp was beginning to form in your neck from craning it to look at him, but you couldn’t stop- not when he pulled out his beautiful, thick cock.

“Now you take what you need, baby.” You echoed his words back to him, pushing your hips towards him.

Javi hummed from behind you, running his tip through your slick before pausing. “You will let me know if I hurt you, okay?”

Your heart ached at the tenderness of his words. He just wanted to please you so badly; he was like this in most regards. All he wanted to do was make the people around him happy. But now it was his turn- you felt the head notch into your entrance and you felt giddy.

“Yes, Javi.”

He pushed in, slowly but fully until he was completely seated within you. From this angle he wasn’t as deep as he’d be if you were on your back, but your body was creating a tighter squeeze and he was pushing against all the most sensitive spots within you. Your mouth fell into a silent ‘oh’ as he began shallowly fucking you, his hands keeping you steady with a gentle grasp on your hips.

“F-fuck,” you heard Javi mutter behind you.

You steadied yourself as best as you could to respond. “Does it feel good?” You asked sultrily.

“Mmm… you know it does, beautiful girl,” he panted, peppering his words with soft grunts that made heat spread through your hips.

He continued steadily fucking into you, thrusts becoming harder and harder- you knew he was holding on as best as he could, but he was slipping.

“Are you getting close for me?” Your voice teemed with lust, throat rough.

Javi didn’t answer, only continued his movements.

“I asked you a question, daddy.”

His hips stopped for a second before they continued at a much faster pace. You couldn’t help the loud moan that left your chest, caught off guard by the sudden jolt.

“Sayitagain,” he rushed out. “Cariño, say it again.”

You smirked to yourself before replying. “I want you to cum all over me, daddy. Make a mess of me.”

Javi groaned loudly and you felt a sudden emptiness as he quickly pulled out. He shot hot spurts of cum all over your back and ass, falling back to the cushion to catch his breath.

“I will clean you up in a second, amor, just… give me a minute. That was so amazing.”

You remained on your stomach, though you shifted back to your earlier position to give your back a break. When you looked over at Javi, you took a mental picture to remember forever; him, fully naked at the beach, sprawled out on his back with one leg bent and tucked under the other, arms spread out beside him while his chest slowly stopped heaving. He was coated in a sheen of sweat, beautiful curls going every which direction at the top of his head. He was an impossibly beautiful man, and the sight made you bite your lip with a grin.

He eventually opened his eyes to take you in again, a Cheshire smile painted across his face.

“Up for another, amor?”

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Bonds and Seizure

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Length: 18.3k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, happy ending, kidnapping, held against will, threats of violence, mentions of guns and drugs, slowburn, smut, masturbation, p in v, dry humping

Notes: Set before movie events and timeline but you don't need to see the movie to follow this story.

So far, your chances at every visiting Spain for a second time were looking quite slim. You had maybe about two hours of time to enjoy the warm sun and the beautiful waterside view of your hotel until your brother finally knocked at the door. You were only able to see him for a fraction of a second before a second man pushed through the door. 

The same man who was now kneeling in front of your face with a slimy grin speaking to you condescendingly like you were a petulant child. You weren't actually sure how you got there, but judging by the slight pain at the side of your head and how strangely groggy you had felt just minutes after waking up? You guessed you had either been hit on the head and drugged before you could wake up, or drugged and hit your head on the floor as you passed out. 

Either way, you had woken up to a terribly bright light as your hands were tied behind your back of the chair you were sat at. This man with dyed white hair and a look in his eye you could only describe as unhinged wasn’t even your biggest concern, nor was it the darker haired man with a furrowed stern expression standing a bit behind him that entered just minutes before this nightmare hopefully ended.

But it didn’t. This white haired man finally left you alone with this newcomer but not before leaning into his companions personal space and looking with gleeful eyes back at you, “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe in Javi's hands. Our head honcho’s are always well stocked with security afterall.” 

The darker haired man shot him a sideways glare, but didn’t say a word. He stood with little move to follow, just sliding his hands up to his hips as he turns his head to watch him walk away. A small aggressive bout of Spanish flying from the white haired mans mouth, far too quick for your somewhat limited language skills to catch. 

What had surprised you was after you were left alone. Looking back on it you think a degree of shock must have kicked in, you had been silent and shaking, you hadn’t really even looked at him. You’re not sure if he said something or what, but he just cut the ties to free your arms and at some point, led you into a washroom where you stood now. 

The water had been on a hot setting with high pressure as you cranked it all the way right, and finally your senses floated back into the forefront of your mind as you slowly turned it down to a gentler level. You truly had taken nothing in, was this even the first stop he brought you too? Why even bother with giving you this, if you were just a prisoner? 

On one hand, you could feel the sluggish grog slip down the drain and relax the muscle tension of how you woke up, but it also felt like a trick. 

These were arms dealers. That was made quite clear to you, the white haired one spitting out in venom that they were much more lucrative then ‘careless coke peddlers’. You weren’t sure if that scared you more, the reach of those cartels involved in guns and weapons far exceeded that of drugs. How your brother got involved in this was beyond you. 

Two of you had barley spoken, he had left for Europe around two years ago and kept quiet ever since. Occasionally he had called for money, and you were weak enough to send it to him. Never specifying what he needed it so desperately for, but you handed it over. Now it seems, he had handed you over as a payment he knew you couldn’t cover.

“You still don’t get it do you, princesa?” You could feel the vile musk of his breathe slamming against your ear as he kneeled in front of you. “You are our payment. He does what we tell him, his work pays off that debt, and you get put up as collateral.” 

You could still feel the trembling in every limb, as you just told him you didn’t understand.

The man grinned in response and that's when you truly knew how bad this was. “Easy. He pays off his debt doing whatever we order him to do, and you get to go back to your cushy little home in America. He fails to pay off what he owes though? And we keep you as compensation.” 

You ran your hands over your face and up over the top of your head as you stuck your entire face in the water stream. As long as you couldn’t see, you could act as if the world right outside of that door wasn’t a hell waiting for you. 

He had called this a compound, and you were a prisoner. The only images able to be conjured up was cells and dungeons from too many films to count. Chained up on a harsh dirty floor or locked behind a freezing barrier of cell doors. Running wasn’t an option. Everyone here probably kept guns on their person at all times. Why not? They had them in droves. 

As the hot water begun to cool though, you knew there was a large man waiting for you on the other side, if not just his own people ready to drag you down and lock you away. The other had said something about this man being in charge. How egregious was your brothers crimes that the only suitable place to store you was the prison walls of the cartel leader? 

Each step you took slowly, taking your time to slowly grasp everything to dry you off, small baby steps towards where you had haphazardly peeled your clothes off. By the time you had redressed, there was nothing else to stall you. Your fate was set and you had to deal with it no matter what. 

The handle was turned painfully slow, your jaw clenched and teeth subconsciously biting into the inside of your cheek. There was no breath in your lungs as you inched the door open to see who was waiting for you on the other side. 

But there was none. Just a modest hallway lined with rich woodwork and high open windows brightening it with the sunlight. You leaned your head out into the hallway more, peeking as if you were being tricked. But as you slowly made your way into the hall, it was clear there was no one there to drag you away. 

The hall wasn’t long but you stepped through it timid and slowly, feeling as if it went on forever and perhaps that what you wished it would do. Go on so long you never had to think about what was at the end. There weren’t that much in the way of doors. 

Tall arches that reached the high ceiling that let even more sunlight filter through the building and casting a warm glow on the bright walls. There was a door in sight though once you reached the end of a hallway, a few ones in fact sparsely spaced out giving a sense of good privacy between them. 

One of them, was halfway open, and the corner of what appeared to be a bed in the sight. These all must be bedrooms. You’re not sure why you went to look inside. Maybe it was the tease of a luxury you’d never know or feel, catch a glimpse of wealth before you were used as a tool to take it away from your own brother. 

The room was brighter then even the others you passed, a large window with the glass planes turned outward and letting a cool breeze fly around the curtains. Moving further inside, you saw a familiar figure with his back to you looking through drawers as he mutters to himself. He seemed to sense someone entering the room as he turned around. 

That same furrowed brow lightening up to a strangely softer wide eyed look. He gestured behind him to the drawers as he finally spoke to you. “There is not much here, but I can send someone out to buys some things for you, or we-” He cleared his throat almost hesitantly. “Or my assistant can help you look on the internet so you can pick whatever you want yourself.” 

Your hands hung loosely at your side, fingers clenching and unclenching against the fabric of your pants. Your eyes narrowed in confusion but were too nervous to speak up in front of him. 

Sensing your lack of understanding, he moved away from that side of the room to stand in the open middle, nothing on his face that screamed anything close to the threat of his other companion. He pointed to your clothes, “You were only brought here with what was on you, clearly not realizing you may want actual clothes of your own to wear. Small details are not Lucas’s strong point.” 

It was hard to tell if he was just judging how cheap and uninteresting your choice in outfit was compared to the soft and rich fabric of the brown button up draping over his broad frame. Your feet switching weight from side to side, “Lucas?” 

His own face fell, an unhappy sort of frown following. “My cousin. The man who brought you here I could only assume against your will.” Having his name didn’t make you feel any better. “He told me to keep you here but I see no point in making you uncomfortable. More comfortable I mean.” 

A nod was all he got in return, it was odd though, for who he was that he just kept rambling after every lack of response as if anxiously filling the void of silence. “This is your room, I-hopefully it’s good enough but feel free to speak up about anything you need, more pillows, less, if the comforter is too heavy or not warm enough. I know the guest rooms tend to not have very soft blankets but they aren’t...used very often.” 

The room teased you with luxury your small 4 room apartment above a small restaurant mocked you. This was nicer then your whole life. You crossed your arms meekly across your chest near your stomach, shoulders shrinking into themselves as if trying to become smaller. 

The man nodded to himself, in opposite to you he straightened up more. “This is not a prison, and I don’t want to treat you like one. It’s my home, and I want it to feel welcoming to anyone staying here, no matter the circumstances.” 

It was clear you didn’t want to discuss why you were here, but you couldn’t wrap your head around being given any sort of comfort or freedom. 

“It’s an island which is likely why Lucas chose to bring you here, but it is large. Plenty of space inside and outside to have your privacy. Me and the people who work here don’t want to keep you on a leash, there is a security system but they don’t exist to watch your every step.” 

You approached the bed, fingers reaching out to lightly trace the white blanket so untouched it almost looked new. The inside of your cheek stung from how much your teeth bit against it, but you weren’t brave enough to stop doing it, or to find your voice. You had been ready to start crying out of fear, but now they sat just glazing over enough to redden them from an unexpected overwhelmed feeling. 

He spoke up one last time. “I’m sorry you probably want some time along right now, I should leave you be. My home is not off limits, you can go anywhere you like you aren’t restricted to your room. You didn’t choose to be here, but I don’t want you scared to just exist. You are free to do anything you like.” 

You turned your body away from him as he passed, despite the wide path he took to not invade your personal space. Whatever distressed emotion that flickered across his features at your anxiousness went unnoticed by you your head down at the floor. You gave him just one bit of feedback before he left. 

Your name. “I don’t uh, know how much he told you, but that’s my name.” 

You peeked up at him, a much more relieved smile passed his face and sat in his brown eyes. “I’m Javi. If you need anything, just ask. Please. I would rather you feel comfortable then scared while you are here.”

For a while you were left alone in the room. The breeze and sun dancing over the still damp skin as you paced around the room. This guest room reminded you much more of what you imagined a vacation home would be like instead of the more sterile empty hotel like bedroom you would assume a leader such as him would bother to provide. 

Despite the promise of freedom, you were still trapped on an island under the watch of people more dangerous then you could imagine meeting. For a good portion of the afternoon, you sat in a corner hidden from the view of the door. Back against the wall and arms hugging your knees pressed up tight. 

It wasn’t quite a cry. There were no sobs or panic turned into gasping for air in fear. But a steady stream of tears that fell with no effort as you hid your face for a while. Body curled in protection as the soft waves of the nearby shore provided an upsetting contrast to their act as a weapon. 

Once the sky said goodbye to the bright blue and simmered into a gold unobstructed by a tall hideous city seen, you found the courage to get up, to explore somewhere other then the 3 rooms known to you.

Luckily, you ran into next to nobody. There wasn’t brawny gunmen pacing and guarding the surroundings or displays of force to intimidate any island onlookers. Just normal people fluttering around doing such normal jobs. 

At one point you were near what you assumed was the kitchen, sounds of a sizzling and two female voices chatting and laughing, the Spanish all too advanced for you to catch. Javi seemed to be true to his word, you found your way outside and walked the comfortable cliffs edge by the water. Well tended greenery flourished around the property with an illusion of peace. 

Turns out much of your first evening here was spent out there. The splashing water the only sound you could stomach right now. You had stood arms crossed for quite a while until your legs needed a rest. So in the same spot, you just sat with your legs crossed, arms hugging your torso. 

Mostly, you only had one thought swarming your brain. Why would your brother do any of this to you? 

For the next two days, you kept to yourself and very little of the staff bothered you. They all smiled and greeted you as they passed you as normally as one might greet their coworker. You didn’t know if Javi wasn’t on the property or if he was making himself scarce on purpose, but you didn’t see or hear from him since that first day. 

The only two people you even spoke to in fact was his assistant, Gabriela, and the woman who works the kitchen, Camilia.

Gabriela you met first, turns out you had seen her many times as she could usually be found walking a quick pace around the property usually with a stern somewhat intimidating expression either speaking rapid fire at another employee or going just as fast on the phone. 

It wasn’t until you both turned a corner and startled the other when you first spoke. She quickly ended her phone call, and the stern look faded away to something much more gentle without coming across as fake or condescending. Introducing yourselves, it felt odd to act as if these people didn’t know exactly why you were here. 

“I’d ask you how you were settling in, but I’m sure you’re long past that formality. Have you eaten since you got here yesterday? Camilia says she hasn’t even met you yet.” Her voice wasn’t coddling or judgmental. It almost held a parental tone to it, reminding you of a your aunt back home who would accost you every visit for not eating more and just piling food on your plate regardless. 

You shook your head, fidgeting in place as you looked out a window to the sunny sky and back. “No, I uhm, it felt..weird to just barge in like that. She doesn’t know me or anything and...” 

Gabriela smiled softly with an amused tint in her eye. “Trust me she wants you too. She’s been here for years and still will cook a mountain of food for Senor Gutierrez to eat anytime he’s busy enough to skip a meal. Come, she’s abrasive but not cruel.” 

Clearly she was used to giving orders as she turned and started walking in the direction of the kitchen, expecting you to follow her without question. Which you did. Coming up on the room you had avoided the first night, you both walked in and it surprised you how small and homey it felt. 

There were no stark silver white walls and stainless steel plastered everywhere with lifeless energy. Instead the walls were just as warm and brightly tinged in yellows and orange as the rest of the house, dark wooden counters with pots, pans, and plates everywhere without being messy and an open wooden threshold that led into a neatly organized pantry beside a spacious fridge that matched the darker counters. 

In the middle of the pantry stood a woman huffing as she counted something on one of the shelves. Her hair was a light orange wrapped up on the top of her head with loose strands starting to fall out of the loose grip. “Camilia,” 

Gabriela shouted to her, and the woman whipped over to the door and stood beside her with her hands balled into fists pressed against her waist. She didn’t waste anytime with formal pleasantries.

“If I had known you were going to hide from me like the plague I would have just woken you up first thing and forced the food down your throat.” Your eyes widened, body wanting to step back as a lurch formed in your chest. Not out of fear though, no this was the blunt attitude that was far more of giving a child a lecture. “I understand how Lucas brought you here like a brute, but that’s no excuse to skip meals or avoid bothering to ask me for anything whatsoever.” 

You opened your mouth hoping to soften the blow and maybe just give a white lie, but she was quicker on the draw. Her finger pointing out again, too much of a stern mothering lecture to let you even consider being intimidated. “Don’t you even try. I keep tabs on every little thing going in and out of this kitchen I’d have noticed if something went missing. The rest of these people know to just mark down what they’ve taken when I’m not here.” 

She nodded her head to a list tacked to a cork board on the wall by a small table and a variety of chairs, with empty drink glasses still sitting fresh. A small tally of items listed, mostly small things to munch on likely. You’d come to learn that Camilia tended to cook for the staff already knowing their schedules and just sitting it out when they would normally come in. And that Javi himself preferred to work around her and make something for himself. 

At that moment you weren’t sure if you could even stomach a full meal, but she fed you anyways. Had you sit down at the circular wooden table with Gabriela next to you, her elbows perched casually on the surface an amused smile never leaving. She was far less intimidating like this, and it gave you a bit of reprieve. 

Camilia asking you about your tastes, asking if you enjoyed olives only to interrogate you on what kind you’ve eaten. Apparently telling her ones in a jar from the store was the wrong answer. She huffed and turned back to the cutting board with a shaking head. 

“The years I’ve worked here, having all those olive groves at my fingertips and here you are sitting in my kitchen telling me what you like came out of a cheap chain store jar.” Gabriela was laughing at that point, your face totally taken back as you froze in your seat. 

This was not the kind of abrasive treatment you had expecting from forced captivity. 

The next day or two it got easier. Camilia used to seeing you slink in quietly, typically after the sun already went down as she was making dinner for herself. No one was around the kitchen area at that point, and you think she understood that. Never judging you for trying to avoid people, but she also know that when you said people, you meant Javi. 

Tonight was the night she broached the subject. The night sky was cloudless with the window wide open letting the colder air simmer the usual stuffy kitchen heat. For the first few minutes she watched as you pushed quietly at your food, only taking small bites before mostly filling up on water. 

“Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. We all know why you’re here, but believe me when I tell you none of us are comfortable with Lucas essentially holding you hostage here. The man’s not even brave enough to do his own dirty work so he dumped you onto Javi and made it his problem.” 

Your head looked up at her in doubt. Sure the staff have shown you kindness, but you didn’t understand how a man in Javi’s position would have something like this thrown at him by his own people. You shrugged and leaned back onto your chair, willing your heart to calm down from the steady racing it’s done for days. 

“I guess I don’t really understand what the point of keeping me here even is. Lucas told me something along the lines of wanting me to be kept an eye on by his own blood but,” You sighed. So many emotions yelling over top one another. “I mean I haven’t even seen him. Why keep me here if I basically don’t exist as far as hes concerned.” 

Abruptly you leaned forward to distract from looking at her with a larger bite this time. Your breathe tightening a twinge at the realization that maybe speaking about her cartel boss was a mistake. Camilia seemed to disagree. 

“You’ve barley seen him because he’s spent the past two days trying to argue with Lucas about letting you go home. Despite what it may feel like, Javi is not the kidnapping type.” Standing up she gathered your dishes and headed to the sink, her muttering just close enough for you to catch. “Whatever the opposite of that is more like it.” 

Unsure as to why, but you compelled yourself to walk through the house a bit more. It was large and spacious and you couldn’t deny that it was somewhat confusing to you still. It was in that wandering that you heard the faded sounds of speaking. 

Speaking though, much closer to dialogue then a regular conversation. Stashed in the end of one of the halls you hadn’t been in before was a tall sliding wooden door that sat half open. A red velvety fabric draped a few feet in front of it muffling the sounds from inside and obscuring any subtle peek you could take. 

Pulling the fabric across gently, you found yourself tip toeing into a windowless room covered in soft fabrics and a couch sitting just down the slight slope to the main area and an evenly as rich looking chairs diagonal to it facing a large screen. A film playing on it’s screen in a language you didn’t even recognize, no subtitles to hint at either. 

Your heart lurched in your chest though at the figure in the middle of the couch. Slouched over somewhat with a pen, scribbling at a few papers as he glanced up on occasion. He didn’t seem to realize he wasn’t alone, so you stepped closer. 

His dark hair was luscious with long curls that sat messier and unkempt then that first day. A multicoloured cardigan stretched across his broad shoulders you tried to push past the nerves of how large he was and how not strong you were. Would that ever be needed? 

You were about to quietly try to whisper his name, but his deep voice beat you to it. “There is plenty of room, there is no need to stand quietly in the corner.” He turned to look at you, soft brown eyes with no malicious in them nor in the tone he spoke. 

You fiddled with your fingertips rooted in place, “I didn’t know this was-I didn’t mean to bother you I mean.” 

Face falling into one of trouble again, his voice lowered not to a whisper but a soothing reassurance. “You’re no bother at all, I’d enjoy the company actually.” Nodding, you walked over. 

Debating on taking the furthest seat from him on the chair, you opted for the further end of the couch. Hands tucked into your lap as your back sat straighter then it was used too. You glanced at his papers before looking away realizing how bad of an idea that may be. Javi chuckled though. 

“You can look if you like. They’re not very interesting though, just scribbles of ideas going nowhere it seems.” Curiosity got the better of you and you tried to crane your head to glance at them without moving closer. 

You could just barley make out what you recognized as characters or plot. “Are you..writing a story?” 

Javi looked rather sheepish, glancing at his work and back to you a few times. “It isn’t much. I’ve always dreamt of writing screenplays. The drama of larger than life stories, trying to create characters that your audience can feel in their hearts, but my ideas in my head struggle when I actually try to write them down.”  

That touched somewhere inside of you. A passion you shared but never before with someone like him. Not being able to help yourself, you were ready to drone on for far too long. Everyone did always tell you that it was boring hearing you go on about something they didn’t care about. 

Javi, whether you knew it or not, felt the same way. “I shouldn’t bore you with this.” He scrambled to organize them all into a pile, off to the side. “The last thing you probably want to hear is me going on about my own work when you’re in my house against your will.” 

Striking you as odd he looked almost downtrodden. As soon as that day once Lucas left the room, there was not a lot about Javi that said you should be scared of him and it was a juxtaposition you didn’t understand. “Can I ask you something?” 

He whipped his head over to look at you, wide eyed and eagerly nodding. 

“Camilia said that you didn’t know about any of this until Lucas showed up with me...” You fiddled with you fingertips once again, squeezing your eyes shut as you took a deep breathe before meeting his warm ones. “Why would someone who works for you..just dump all of this on you out of nowhere? I mean it just, kind of feels weird that he’s making me your problem.” 

Javi’s eyes narrowed in a darker flash that you didn’t quite catch perfectly. A shift of demeanour that radiated something much more angry and serious like how he first looked to you, but simmered down as he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs. “I assume you know what it is my family does.” 

You nodded, unsure if he really cared for an answer, but he patiently watched you before continuing. “I’m the one who winds up handling Lucas’s problems because I’m in the public eye, and he wants to keep himself out of it. Far easier to run this business when no one outside of it knows who your leader really is.” 

That sat heavy in your stomach, if he was trying to come up with a lie then this was a weird way to go about it. “So-wait. You don’t...run all of this?” 

Javi smiled without much emotion behind it, leaning back to rest against the plush couch again he smoothed his palms over his thighs. “Lucas prefers someone else takes the spotlight, and, well..” He turned his head to look at you as it rested against the back, “It’s much harder to live your own life after you’ve been raised in this one.” 

You hated it, the churning in your gut and passing all the way up to your throat. You weren’t supposed to sympathize with this man, let alone sit next to him in a quiet tucked away room. But there was a distance in his eyes that rung a lot like sorrow. And it pulled at the part of you that still fought past this angry resentment you were holding. 

“Why keep me here though, if you have nothing to do with it? I mean this was all about my brother and he, clearly, doesn’t work for you. I’m not exactly a flight risk why throw this onto you if you don’t run things?” 

You had shifted somewhat to the side, one leg remaining over the couch edge, but the other sat much more tucked underneath you as if debating if you wanted to get comfortable. The couch very much so tried to entice you to it. 

That flash of hardness returned. Javi’s eyes now trained focused on the screen as his jaw clenched. Finally when he spoke it felt as if it was being forced out of this throat in a deep grit. “I take the heat, I run his front, and in return, he forces me to bear the weight of his own problems. Why? Just because he knows I’ll do it if he asks.” 

It wasn’t the caged rage behind his words, but how much you were thinking of your own brother. Your heart pulled back and forth between a sickening anxiety of how and why you ended up here, but there was a much more tender reach, desperate to find any slight modicum of meaning in what these people wanted from you. “My brother and I barely talk.” 

You leaned back against the arm of the chair, your hands no longer wringing together but limp on your lap as you looked forward into nothing. “He left two years ago and ever since it’s one thing. He calls, I send him money, he calls I send him more money. No matter how much I needed it for myself, I found myself sending it over anyways only to have him just call for more months later. I guess now he figured he ran his bank account dry, so I was the next best thing to my wallet.” 

You didn’t hold the resentful anger that Javi felt, yours was just pain. The sting of watering eyes threatening to fall frustrating you. Looking up, Javi now faced you more. His head tilted as he looked you over in question. “Maybe it just wasn’t Lucas who put us together.” 

That wasn’t something you wanted to think about. How much in common this conversation had. Your chest filled with lead as your muscles screamed at you to lash out just to find any use for this building up conflict inside you. Javi though, refused to let it escalate. 

“Would you like to watch something with me?” You looked up in surprise, his face once again a soft hopefulness as he continued. “I rarely have anyone who likes to sit down and watch movies with me, and I thought maybe it would be a nice distraction to focus on for both of us.” 

He looked at you like a tall, large version of a needy child who doesn’t quite get the attention he should. Your brain told you no, he’s too dangerous to spend any real time around, but the other reached out to him in need. Like it was crawling through a desert looking for any connection to keep you alive. So you nodded. “What uhm, what would you want to watch?” 

Javi shot up suddenly, his tall stature hovered over you as he moved the coffee table forward enough to give you room to move as well. “I have many options. It’s not really sorted alphabetically like I should, but more like by what kind of moods you might be in, take your pick.” He turned to look at you only to find you had barley stood up from the couch. 

Your heart beat fast still, but perhaps you were just getting used to it. “Y-you want me to pick the movie?” 

Javi looked taken back, as if that was a question so obvious he didn’t know why you asked. “Of course.” 

You took a deep breathe, and nodded as you walked over. Hoping that Javi turned away in time to miss the sight of you wiping at your eyes to get rid of whatever tears had wanted to fall. He pointed out many suggestions. Going through what section was for what kind of movie feel, telling you what was maybe too serious or heavy and what was more fun and lighthearted. 

Everything about him in that moment as someone entirely separate from where you were. Excited and passionate about you both choosing a movie together like his entire life was dedicated to it. It tricked you into feeling as if this was normal. 

Just two people who enjoyed watching and writing fiction, finding something to enjoy the evening with. And you really did. None of the evening broached anywhere near the conversation of what you both were outside these walls. No you both laughed, and pointed out things you caught in the story or goofs in the production, and it was light. It was fun, and it wasn’t until hours later as you climbed into your large bed in this foreign bedroom that you went over it. 

It would be a slippery slope to find any friendship in this man, and you told yourself it was a real possibility this was all a ruse to get you comfortable only to be struck like a snake bite if your brother didn’t work what he put you up for. Would it be Lucas that deals the venomous blow? Or would the curtain pull back and reveal Javi as the snake he seemed reluctant to be? 

Either way, you didn’t listen to yourself. During the day little of your routine changed. Camilia still lectured you about the strange meal times you insisted on sneaking into the kitchen for, Gabriela had on many occasions explained what it is the public Gutierrez business was and how much work she always had because Javi always took on so much work himself. 

You learned things about them, little tidbits that felt safer then getting to know Javi. Camilia had a large family, five boys and a loving but aloof husband who she is sure lets her younger boys do whatever they want when she’s gone. Gabriela would talk a bit about her husband. That he worked just as much as she did, but they both lectured the other about trying to convince their bosses to grant them time off. 

“I know how hypocritical I am for it, but I have more resolve then he does I’ll break him one of these days.” The two of them were kind and helped ease you into living your mornings and afternoons without as much fear strangling you. 

It was your evenings though that were the most usual. The next few nights, you always ended up in Javi’s theatre room, the pair of you always alone and finding more and more in common as you shared a joy for movies and story writing. Some of those nights you found yourself even forgetting that this wasn’t just a night in with a close friend. 

You knew that could be a dangerous thing, but it was the thing you found yourself looking forward too the most. If not the only thing you looked forward to. He was passionate when he spoke in those times, full of life and you were so endeared towards the silly, goofy side of him that was unashamed to show their colours in those quiet, tucked away evenings. 

Javi had a strange knack for helping you forget the world you both were in those evenings. He spoke to you as a friend it felt. He kept his own past vague, but he eagerly asked you endless questions. Prodding you to elaborate or having that sharper seriousness cover his face when you’d try to meekly claim your life wasn’t anything near as interesting as whatever he’s experienced. 

At that moment, he stood on the other side of the room pouring a glass of what looked like rather expensive wine. Glancing up to you, he lifted the bottle up slightly better to your view as he read the label out. “Quite an uncommon one, if you ask me the honey makes it a bit closer to a mead but wine sells better. Would you like to try some?” 

You shook your head, curling your legs into your chest more as you sat once again against the arm of the couch. “No thank you. I don’t really drink wine..or anything for that matter. Water’s fine, please.” 

Javi didn’t waste another thought, he simply put the bottle away. Pouring you water, Javi walked back over and handed you the glass as you muttered a small thank you. A smirk forming on his face as he sat down. His body turned halfway to face you with one of his arms stretched across the expanse of the couch top. “You’re lucky I own groves and not vineyards. Otherwise I might have been offended.” 

Your own fingertips tapped at the glass as he looked away from you to take a sip. Pausing right before he did so, speaking into the rim of his wine glass causing his voice to echo in a slight husk. “Though you buttering me up with your politeness doesn’t hurt as well.” 

You breathed out a kind of small laugh and brought the glass up to your mouth, both hands holding it almost in comfort watching Javi chuckle to himself. The glass made a clank as he put it down on the table and turned to you once again. You both had a movie already picked out, but it sat unplayed with the screen not yet even turned on. 

Instead the crackling from the fireplace acted as the soundtrack for your in between silences. Javi’s own eyes bore into yours, the corners of them scrunched in a somewhat endearing way as he seemed to look for something in your expression alone. 

The orange glow dancing across his skin had your heart lurch in odd ways as it struck you that it truly painted him in a handsome light. He was making this feel more like a vacation then being held captive and you knew it could get taken away at any moment, but you let yourself fall further down the rabbit hole. 

A question slipped out before you could stop it. Maybe it was out of nerves the way he looked at you trying to understand something you didn’t know, or maybe it was the need to learn something about him that kept his real intentions shrouded in mystery still. Either way he looked surprised to hear it. “Javi, why let Lucas run things if he claims you’re in charge?” 

His eyes narrowed, looking deeper for that answer he seeked and you sat up straight suddenly. The sudden movement swishing some of the water over your lap a bit as you sputtered and backtracked. “I don’t mean it like- I wasn’t trying to imply anything I just- I was only..curious.” 

Javi had softly called your name a few times before you finally stopped talking. He looked calm compared to your now tense, rigid posture. Afraid that pushing any limit too far would rumble this house of cards. “I’m going to tell you something, and I need you to listen carefully do you understand?” 

When you nodded, Javi prompted more. “I need to hear you.” 

“Yes, I understand.” 

Nodding satisfied, he slid across the couch, his torso twisted so he could place his palm gently near one of yours but far enough not to invade the space. His head leaned down to etch close to your timid gaze. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive me, or demand you forget about all this and relax. But, I am asking you to settle your heart a bit. You’ve spent the past week terrified that one wrong thing will somehow push me over an edge I’m not even standing by.” 

Your shoulders slumped down a tad, teeth somewhat biting at your lip as you looked at his face, much harder like your first encounter but his eyes once again holding a distant sorrow that others on the property didn’t have. 

“You have every right to be terrified for what’s being forced on you, but I wish you at least will start to understand that as long as you are under my roof, there is no harm that will come to you.” One of his hands reached out, grazing your cheek to better have you looking at him. “Lucas’s men may consider you a prisoner, but I only wish to treat you like a guest, a friend. You don’t deserve to live in fear just spending time in here with me when there is more then enough of that across the water.” 

A hand of yours shakily raised up, lightly grasping at his wrist. Your hand so small in comparison to his that your fingers barley grazed the ends of his knuckles. You tried to squeeze as if a hand hold and he seemed to get the idea. A caressing hold on the side of your face before letting go. “To answer your question though, Lucas is in charge instead of me, because I didn’t want to be. That wasn’t a life I ever wanted, but now?” 

You whispered, partially to yourself but enough to make sure he understood you right back. “But escaping what your family puts on you isn’t that easy isn’t it?” Your eyes met and you for once felt a calmer relief at how unbothered this all seemed to make him. “I think we both know exactly how that feels. Kind of like-”

“Being a prisoner?” 

His face as serious, but you chuckled instead. “Yeah, something like that.” You smiled to yourself once again sipping at your drink, now trying not to look at him. You missed his watchful eyes shine in a particular way at you before shaking it off as you spoke up. 

“Alright, I think we had movie plans right?” You shifted up in place, legs now crossed almost underneath you as Javi agreed. For almost two hours, this quiet bubble you two created for yourselves kept itself around you both. 

You didn’t try and press yourself as far into the other end of the couch as possible, and Javi finally felt like it was alright to sit closer to you without making you uncomfortable. One hand of his rested on his thigh only moving to grab his wine glass while the other remained laid stretched out across the way, his large hands resting on the cushions just above your head. 

At some point you sat with your legs resting on the wooden table as you slinked back into the couch more. Had Javi put his arm down, you would have been in such a perfect reach to pull you into his side, but he never did. 

You weren’t sure at what point in the movie you begun slipping away, but the mixture of the quiet, peaceful film on screen, the warm glow of the fireplace and the heat even just coming off of the man next to you had your eyes drooping in sleepiness. 

The movie was still playing as you dozed off, but you weren’t aware of how naturally you had leaned your head onto Javi's shoulder, and it wouldn’t dawn on either of you until later, how perfectly you seemed to fit there. Instead, at some point in your dreamland, part of you could sense a pressure resting against the top of your head. 

If you could pay attention, you’d have also felt the tickle of loose curls brushing across the side of your cheek, and the gentle cradle of Javi’s stretched out arm, now having pulled you more into his side. Neither of you had been awake for either of your actions, but perhaps your unconscious selves understood both of you better then your waking brains did. 

By the time you woke up, your body was stretched out across the couch, a pillow tucked neatly under your head and a warm blanket draped carefully over your body. The side closest to the couch back tucked somewhat down between you to make sure it didn’t pull away. Both these things weren’t in the theatre room beforehand, and you also could tell by their immense soft material that they weren’t from your room either. 

As far as you knew, no one but Javi spent any significant amount of time in here and you fell asleep next too him. Swinging your legs down to the floor, your hands gripped the blanket in curiosity. Ideas passed through your head that your still wakening brain tried to shut down whatever fantasies it so desperately craved. Logic wanted to reign over your heart and refused to give up the idea that Javi was intentionally trying to manipulate you to make you comfortable, so you’d put up less of a fuss being forced to stay here indefinitely. 

Still a bit puzzled from sleep brain, you gently folded the blanket up and sat the pillow on top of it. In true movie theatre fashion, the morning sun was waiting to burn your retinas. When you stepped out into the sunlight from the darkness of the movie room, you had only two things on your mind; Javi Gutierrez, and where the hell this blanket goes. 

The hallway was empty, so you walked through to the direction of the bedrooms in a calm silence. The only thing hitting your ears was the distant voices muffled through the walls, and the calming sounds of natures morning. 

Part of you considered if this should go in Javi’s room, but you didn’t dare go inside uninvited. He told you that nowhere was off limits, but certain places just felt wrong. You eventually stepped quietly to a small side table against a wall in between two rooms and stacked them on top. 

You hadn’t taken up much of Javi’s offer to buy you proper amenities, so your wardrobe was limited to mostly the same few pieces that you either wore on you coming here, or what of her sons spares that Camilia had brought you along with an aggressive toss of a wrapped bag that contained brand new ‘unmentionables’ as she put it. Her sons clothes didn’t quite fit, so you felt ashamed that you’re pants had just been the exact same for a week. 

Everyone else here dressed in a degree of luxury. A level of wealth that made you look cheap and made you feel even cheaper. Gabriela had been kind to you as well, but currently you didn’t really want to pass her. Dressed beautifully, always looked immaculate. The face and body of a model compared to the slightly oversized hand me downs on your far less attractive body. 

Stepping into the kitchen, the time of day you knew she’d be long gone and Camilia would be far too busy yelling at her own assistant, or dish boy as she would say when annoyed, to notice you. There was a bowl of fruit on the small table, and that's all you ended up picking at. Peeling a small orange looking into nothing. 

So when Javi’s voice came floundering into the kitchen, you jumped in your seat from the sudden startle. The pair of them spoke rapidly in Spanish and you tried to pick up on certain words but their speed and how muddled your brain was, it was as if you never took a Spanish class a day in your life. 

You felt embarrassed to look at him. The feeling of inferiority and the embarrassment of being so uncomposed around him that you fell asleep on him causing your heart to beat what felt like an irregular pattern. It wasn’t until he sat across from you, eyes wide and bright that you realized he had been calling your name. 

It wasn’t even close. His perfectly tousled hair, bright face, and a soft yellow shirt no doubt a price you couldn’t even name. You wanted to disappear from how he looked in front of you. “Sorry, what?” 

Nice articulation you thought to yourself. Javi clamped his hands together on the table leaning in somewhat in a nervous look with a harsh body posture. “I don’t want this to alarm you in anyway, but my cousin is stopping by very shortly.” 

Your nails dug so deep into the orange that it smushed an otherwise perfect piece. Now your heart raced along with a churning of fear in your stomach. “He...is it,” 

Javi shook his head as his hands spread out as if to placate you. “No, no. It is totally unrelated, but he might expect to see you stick close around.” His head tilted to the side along with a shift of his eyes. “I’m not quite sure he would agree with how much you are free to do as you wish. He prefers keeping those he...” 

“Abducts? Tight on a leash?” Your voice was tight, and your jaw was clenched but your eyes felt a fear that he may demand something much harsher then Javi had given. “What uhm, what should I do when he gets here?” 

Narrowing his eyes, a ferocity claimed them that froze your body in place. “You stick to my side. He wants you under my watch, but I refuse to lock you under a camera to prove anything to him. There is one more thing.” 

Now that look in his eye was also shaded with anger. A painting of so much contrast to the softness he showed you in the evenings. “You’re brother will very likely be brought along.” Your wide eyes restricted your breathe together. “No doubt Lucas has ordered him not to speak at all, but he also is not above bringing him just to taunt you. I just want you to be prepared for that. My cousin loves to play mind games.” 

Your nails continued to dig into the orange and Javi moved to take it from you. His arms stretched so close to you, he effortlessly peeled the rest of it off, opening it up easy for you to grab the slices. He didn’t even say a word about it. He just pulled back, leaning against the back of his chair and watched you in deep thought. 

Your voice whispered somewhat, “Is he the only one?” 

It didn’t quite intend to hurt but your swirling insecurity spat the words out. He didn’t react with anything other then a confused head tilt. Gabriela as her usual, came flying in the room and they both quickly went to leave. Before exiting view, Javi turned back to you with a hand braced on the threshold frame. “You know where the patio tables are, yes?” 

Nodding, you didn’t quite look at either of them. Missing Javi’s harsh worry and Gabriela’s tense frustration. Nothing about Lucas’s presence made them happy and they both at this point at spoken at length how they felt about this situation with you. Your eyes glanced up just to hear what he had to say. 

“Meet me there in thirty minutes. He said an hour but my cousin loves to arrive early to catch me off guard.” Gabriela shook her head with an eye roll behind him. 

You nodded, but said nothing more. Seeing that man’s face would be one thing, but you knew he was dragging your brother along to rub it in both of your faces, the choke hold he had on both of you. As stupid as it was, you tried to clean up anything about your appearance. Wanting to not look so lost and out of place but there was only so much you could do. So long you could look at yourself in the mirror without wanting to cry or smash it. 

To your surprise, Javi wasn’t sitting yet when you arrived. He leaned against a banister and handed you a pair of sunglasses without question. You held them out confused as he shrugged. “I’ve never seen anyone squint so painfully in the sunlight more than you.” 

It wasn’t lost on you that they were one of his pairs. Almost matching the ones he had on his face right now. You noted to yourself to try and find a way to get a cheap pair, he’d get annoyed always having to lend out ones from his personal collection to add to your increasing lack of belongings. 

Javi waved his hand for you to follow, nudging you ahead of him towards the patio with a hand on your lower back. Thankfully, the sunglasses were dark enough that no one could see the slow blink accompanied by a wide eyed warm feeling pooling inside you. “Just so I know, should I not say anything while he’s here?” 

Javi shrugged, a much calmer demeanour then you. “He may ask you questions directly, though I am not sure if it will be to get a rise out of you or me.” 

He pulled a chair out for you before finding his own. “I guess it makes sense. If I’m not thrown away in the dungeon, he probably wants me as scared and submissive as possible.” You played with your nails trying not to look at Javi which also gave you a view of the area entrance. You missed the dark look behind the sunglasses as he did with your earlier one. 

Javi softly said your name. “I am not asking either of those things from you, I want you to understand that. There’s...there’s very little I can do to change his mind. All I can do right now is help protect you from him making this worse.” 

The man’s slimy demeanour was painfully clear in the bright sun, a cocky uncaring walk alongside a facade of goofiness. The comparison to this show and to Javi’s time alone with you was comical. His voice climbed into your ears like a bug. “Always took such good care of your pets, cousin.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek you reminded yourself to not say a word. Javi sat a little more rigid then moments before. This was the first time you had seen them together since that first day, and the previous appearance of harsh uncaring now read more like an uncomfortable civility. 

Javi opted to reply in Spanish, stirring a bit of a back and forth between the two men. Lucas appeared to take joy in riling his cousin up, and Javi continued to fail at any kind of relaxing in front of him. You could tune the out for a while, they assumed you weren’t keeping up with what they were saying and you couldn’t find the energy to try.

That was until Lucas jumped forward to stretch his torso across the table. “Did you hear me, princesa? I asked to see how you’re looking under those things.” 

Slowly you peeled them off, squinting still in the harsh sunlight as he looked over you. Lucas’s wandering gaze felt far more invasive then Javi’s introspective one. Nodding with a very fake smirk, he flopped back into his seat, limbs balancing themselves in an over dramatic way. “I’m impressed, Javi. You can’t even tell she’s been crying. One might think she’s been given no reason to cry at all.” 

His head tilting to rest on his palm as Javi swallowed. Saying his cousins name almost in warning, again Javi opted to respond in Spanish. You couldn’t be sure if it was because he didn’t really want you apart of this conversation, or if he maybe was annoyed enough that getting all of that out in his native tongue was easier then translating it in his head. 

Lucas laughed at a few things Javi clearly didn’t say in jest. He ignored you for a while, the pair of them going back and forth with Lucas trying to talk over his cousin multiple times. You couldn’t be sure how long you had been out there, but it was long enough that the sun had now trailed itself closer to the peak in the sky. 

Without knowing where this conversation went, Lucas suddenly slapped Javi’s arm with playful force before leaning his arm back onto the chairs top, one ankle resting on top of the opposite knee. His head leaning back he called him out. Your brother. 

He watched you tense up without daring to move, not bothering to look back as he ordered something harsh to the man. You knew your brother was looking at you, but you couldn’t stomach it. Part of you previously wondered if what you felt was sorrow for the situation he also was in, but now that pit in your stomach just made you want to cry. 

He tricked you here, and now just stood there watching you chained to this place as an offering for his own shortcomings. He didn’t care about you, but crying here was exactly what Lucas wanted. His voice creeped over to you, as he now stood in between you and Javi’s chairs. One hand braced on the tops of both. 

“Take a good look, princesa. ‘Cus I may not feel as generous if you end up coming over to me. Certainly not as generous as big boy over here.” He slapped Javi’s back twice, causing Javi to genuinely flinch. Jaw clenched but he didn’t respond as Lucas moved more to lean over him and speak closer to the side of his head. 

“Our new friend here,” Nodding over to your brother, “Isn’t settling in as well as his female counterpart is. Maybe you should break her in for me. Just in case.” He whispered into Javi’s ear before slinking back to where he previously sat, but just flipped his sunglasses up into his hands as he looked around him. 

It was low and not in English. You didn’t catch it, but Javi did. When you tried to lean forward, hoping to quietly see if Javi was okay, his hand shot out and grasped your knee. A tight grip that stopped you in your tracks as he gave a slow shake just once. 

He looked as tense as you felt.  

“I’ll be back in a few weeks, cousin. Keep everything in top top shape for me, would you?” Lucas winked at you before sipping his sunglasses on and turning to your brother. Spitting harsh words at him as they finally left. 

Javi’s hand didn’t leave your knee, but he did use his free one to toss his sunglasses onto the table and run a hand over his face. “Javi?” 

Your voice was so small and meek, it stirred something within him clearly. Javi suddenly turned more to face you, his hand now grasping yours and his hold on your knee now sliding up to your lower thigh, a much more soothing spot in his large hands. “I don’t even know where to begin, an I’m sorry doesn’t seem good enough, but I am so sorry.” 

You felt confused by how earnest he was when he was the one who felt the brunt of whatever Lucas spoke about. “Javi, I’m fine it’s like you said he’s just trying to rile me up.” 

He squeezed your hand, his eyes closing for a moment as he breathed heavily through his nose. In a shocking move, Javi let go of your hand to rest gently against your cheek. “I didn’t want this for you. I wanted to find a safe way to return you home, but that is not an option anymore.” 

Your hands hovered in mid air, your anxiety rising like bile in your throat. “I- what does he want?” 

His eyes flared in a raging no. “All he cares about is finding ways to control people for his own entertainment. He’s done a great job at this with me, but he will be far more unkind to you. I’m family but you are like money. Nothing more then property to him.” 

The blood in your veins felt as if it had frozen solid, a paralyzing fear of what that meant. “Do I at least...am I not staying here anymore?” 

Javi’s grip on your cheek tightened as well as his hand slipped further up your leg as he leaned in to make you hear him loud and clear. “You aren’t going anywhere. I don’t want to scare you, but I’d rather not leave any chances for you to find yourself alone with him and find you suddenly nowhere I can look.” 

Your hands had dropped to your lap but nails were digging into the skin of whatever fingers they reached. “So, what? I’m just put under a closer view of the cameras, be watched at all times.” 

Javi’s head dropped. His gaze clearly realizing how naturally he had grabbed onto you he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away from your upper thigh while his other let go of your cheek gently. He was still quite close to you though. 

“I want to keep your life here as normal as possible. I don’t think I’m wrong in guessing that you’ve started to find some comfort here, at least with me- us. I want to keep giving you that, but I think it will also be safer to have you close by me more often.” 

It felt out of place to have that warmth swim over you, Javi truly much more fierce when put on the offence, then perhaps he normally lets himself be. “Alright. Is everything still okay? Between us I mean?” Your eyebrows raised in a hopeful look that you knew extended from the gaze he couldn’t see. 

Javi finally gave a real smile. Huffing a relieved sigh, “Of course. I would be quite sad without the one person who actually shares so much of my own interests.” Standing up, Javi offered you a hand to help your as well. 

His hand was just so large, and so warm. The twinges of roughness from the life he leads hidden in between the gentle smooth skin felt nice in your own hands. Javi beckoned you to come with him away from the patio, only letting go of your hand after he lead you up the small staircase until your grips simply lost by distance. 

Neither of you mentioned how good it felt to know how matching your hands fit together. You were trying to find a settled ease from this looming dread clouding your future, while Javi was distracted with finding a way to give you a life where you were happy here. 

For a while though, that did actually work. As long as Lucas was out of the country, there was peace in Javi’s Mallorca home. You both spent increasing amounts of time together, and with no direct eyes on you Javi was able to sneak you into town for what he hoped was a fun day trip. He knew Lucas had his own guys watching, but without himself present, none of them would dare try anything. 

Unbeknownst to you, beneath the tender heart in Javi, there was a merciless protector. His shining smile and easy laughter made you forget that he was a man raised in arms trading, and he was one with an aim and shot far better then any of the unruly men Lucas preferred to keep around. So for once, he wasn’t worried. 

That particular day he finally convinced you to let him just buy you what you needed. He was sick of hearing you bashfully decline and just shoved you to his below ground garage with a hand on your lower back. “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore, I want you to have your own belongings here. Not rely on whatever scraps you ask from my employees trying not to be an inconvenience.” 

The drive to town was beautiful. The short tunnel to the mainland opened up to a cliff side covered in plant life with winding roads that showed off the unobstructed view of the sun beaming against the water. You had barley said a word the entire drive there, your eyes refusing to focus anywhere else on a look of nature you never encountered in your entire city life. 

Javi had continuously smiled over at you, his heart fluttering at the true awe on your face, nothing to hold it back and bury it deep. His hand barley left you on the streets as he guided you through to stores he thought you may like. Many times you had denied his offer of more expensive places with a luxurious selection. You simply didn’t feel yourself in it. 

Every time you peeked out of each dressing room, you’d ask “Is this too many” Nodding to the small stack in your yes pile. Each one had maybe 4 things, and each ask Javi would frown at you. 

“We’re here to buy what you like, not what I tell you to, hermosa.” It was a new term he called you. He started one night as he shared a small edible with you and it slipped out. He had thought of you that way for weeks but he only felt brave enough to let it stick after it already slipped out. 

On the second to last store, you nodded and went to put your regular clothes on when he shouted slightly over the door. “We are not finished until the backseats are full, remember that when you keep putting things back.” 

It made you flush behind the door. Things between you both felt like you were two normal people who had known each other for a long time. His goofiness helped tame the ever present anxiety of your future, and your polite bashfulness stirred a much deeper emotion tucked away in his heart. 

For now though, maybe you wouldn’t tell him half of the reasons you put the clothes options back, were because as soon as you looked at them on you in the dressing room mirror, the harsh lighting pressing right down on you? Every flaw screamed in your face that you were trying too hard. Luckily Javi hasn’t yet questioned why you’ve requested a size up from what he knows you fit perfectly more then once. 

He was a rich, caring, and incredibly handsome man. He didn’t need you by his side painting yourself up as if this was anything but two trapped people playing house. Each touch and brush of your hands, every time he leaned down to say something quietly in your ear mocked you. You just wanted to play house a little longer before this little play time was thrown away forever. 

He made it so easy though. You both currently sat at a little table in a small plaza clearing, opting to eat something before making the trip home. Careful eyes watched as you self consciously took small bites with little substance and typically when you thought he wasn’t looking. If you were looking at each other, you’d cover your mouth to spare him of your completely neat and inoffensive eating. 

You weren’t like this before and you both knew it. He was asking why, but you were trying to come up with a lie for it. It was as if you didn’t like him watching you eat, and you were well aware of why. Each bite sinking down into your stomach and reminding you that you’re not sure if you have never seen such powerful wealthy people, with any woman on their arms that wasn’t essentially a gorgeous, tiny waist having supermodel. 

Wanting to get you talking, Javi leaned back comfortably against his chair with a soft smile. “Tell me, what’s one food you truly miss back in America?” 

Instantly you smiled to yourself. It was such an easy answer there was no hesitancy in your voice. “It’s actually kind of stupid. Everyone always has such varied answers, but here I was always defaulting to soup, or just a nice bread. Like my stomach is stuck in peasantry heritage mode.”

Javi grinned, a mock curious look on his face. “Is it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make soup in your time here.” He knows why, the same reason he tries to make his meals when Camilia is the busiest. 

You laughed a bit, “I mean they taste great but look like garbage. I’d never hear the end of it making it next to Camilia. Not to mention the reaming I’d get for how spicy I make it.” You both chuckled, having seen her smack Javi for doing the same thing to his own food. 

His tone amusingly mimicking her patronizing way of lecturing, “What good is giving me all this for when you’re just going to blast your taste buds off without me?” Once again, he watched you cover your mouth as you laughed as well. Flipping his sunglasses down from his hair, he sat up. “Would you like to sit and finish, or do you want to make our way home before the sun sets too low to catch it?” 

He called it home, and you didn’t even consider that he meant his and not yours. But you felt as if it had become home. When left to your own devices things at his home were so peaceful and calm. It encouraged you to relax more then the city. Shoulders loose from their tension and only rarely creeping back in the middle of the night in your too big bed. 

You nodded at him though, gathering your bags before Javi non nonchalantly grabbed nearly all of them. You yelled out mostly in play, “I can carry those, you know?”

Javi twisted his face as you caught up beside him. “You eat, I’m more then capable of handling a few bags. Besides, only one of us has any upper body strength.” 

Your face fell flat at the insinuation, but honestly you were more amused then annoyed. “Thank you for pointing out how week and feeble I am. I am so humbled by your complimentary flattery Senor Gutierrez.” Javi rolled his eyes as he bumped you with a heavy clump of bags in his hand as you raised your hand in mercy as you got into the passenger seat. 

Just as you got out of town earshot, Javi’s spoke up over the gentle breeze. “Do you miss it? Your food from home?” He made a noticeable clarification when you turned your head very quickly to look at him. “I can’t imagine anything quite can compare to where you came from.” 

Does it though, you wondered. If you were here of your own accord, if you didn’t know Javi because you were thrown onto his life drugged and tied up, would any of this be possible? Or would you still be back in your tiny apartment too afraid of taking chances to even move to a better building? Maybe you didn’t want to think about it. 

“Sometimes it feels like I do.” Javi glanced at you curiously before looking back to the road, waiting for your words to catch up. “There was never anything special for me back home other then that's where I lived and called it. But I also can’t give up why I’m here. That this is all just set dressing and when the curtains finally close I’ll just be trapped in the dark.”

You both knew it wasn’t anything close to food you were talking about anymore, and Javi’s knuckles tightened much more against the steering wheel as his heart did the same to his chest. “Home is where you feel you belong. And Lucas, even your brother would rather you not go back to that. I can’t blame you for wanting to leave here.” 

His own voice felt deep, a husk to it as it forced through a scratched pain that he tried to hide. The deepness flowed into your airway until it sat into your stomach, and you felt that sickening feeling once again. The longer you were here, the less you’ve thought about back home. But you didn’t know if that’s what Javi wanted to hear. So you switched gears. 

“So are you sure you want to watch all three of those tonight? I know you have an early start in the morning, I don’t want to keep you from that.” You saw him smile, maybe more of a smirk as he took his sunglasses off of him for good in the golden sunset. He was so handsome it was cruel.

His chuckle was just as cruel, and for more then one reason. “You say that as if I’m not also keeping you up. You promised you would come with me tomorrow and I’m holding you to it.” 

You sunk in your seat somewhat, arms crossing your stomach to put pressure against that heavy feeling inside. “Oh yes, I can not wait to look at trees all day.” 

Javi pinched your thigh, making you yelp that dissolved into a giggle of his name. “I can always send you over to one of my partners. Have you crush grapes in a vineyard all day making your favourite drink.” He taunted as if he didn’t specifically gift you your own little drink fridge in his theatre room, full of your preferred soda as it was pushed comically up against a shelf of ecliptic wines. 

You threw your hands up in surrender. Shaking your head with a barley concealed smirk at his chuckle of victory. Indeed, Javi made it dangerously easy to forget you were stolen from your home to find each other. 

It was one particular day that things seemed to rear their ugly heads for the both of you. Neither of you had even realized Lucas was on the property until he walked into Javi’s office with Gabriela giving Javi a very pointed look behind him. 

The door was shut behind her as she left, wondering if he had come alone or if one or more of his cronies followed. 

The only one that mattered though, was the one who snuck up on you as you sat by a natural overhang. Legs dangling in the open air as you mindlessly drew the view in front of you. Suddenly though, your sketchpad was send careening down onto the rocky shoreline as a hand covered your mouth and yanked you backwards onto your feet. 

Instantly you dug your nails into their hand with a muffled yell, only to discover the person grabbing you wasn’t all that much of a fighter. “Ow, fuck knock it off.” That uniquely obnoxious tone only belonged to one person. Right as he let you go, you spun around with a burning fire ready to explode in your eyes. 

Him being not that much taller then you, he raised his hands in defence backing up. “Hey, hey, whoa calm the fuck down it’s just me. I wanted to talk, Jesus.” He looked down at your barley red nail imprints with a wince. Not bothering to care about your rage towards him. 

Your own hands clenched at your sides, you wanted to be aggressive, you wanted to fight or even hit him, but you weren’t like that. You weren’t raised that way, and you know damn well he only learned to be that way after getting into whatever illegal gig he had going on back then.

“What do you want? After everything, what could you possibly have to say that I care about?” 

At least your brother had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “I was in a bind, okay? Got a gig with this Spanish dude, moving a couple things over the borders and you know things just escalated.” 

Your head fell into your hands, eyes squeezed shut as your overwhelming anxiety threatened to make you cry. “How does that translate to you selling me off to a fucking-” You looked around to see no one, but lowered your voice anyways. “An arms cartel? How does that just happen?” 

It was hard to ignore how bad he looked. The bags under his eyes were dark, and his posture screamed overworked to the bone, but it was hard to feel sympathy for any of it. He shuffled back and forth debating if to sugar coat it or just be stupidly honest. “Okay I mean, look, fucking...I took out a loan to make smuggling this shit easier and I kept owing this fucking shark more money and you kept giving it to me,” 

It was hard to keep the tears at bay. Just glossing over how much of a burden he put on you in the first place. You shouted his name, “Get to the present, please.” 

Fidgeting non stop, he had the gall to roll his eyes before continuing, barley even looking back to you. “Look, he bailed me out of the fucking debt I was in,” he clearly meaning Lucas you assumed. “I didn’t have enough to pay him back which he fucking knew, and he was like you owe me big time and you eventually came up and I don’t know man it just got out of hand and now like, now we’re here. Shit.” 

Your inhale was shaky, the stuttering of trying to force a choked up cry from showing it’s weary head to him. “What am I supposed to do then? What did you expect me to do here? I have no idea what Lucas would even do to me, and I’m really don’t want to find out.” 

You knew you weren’t at crying yet, but the sting behind them told you they must look red from the strain. He didn’t even seem to care. He just looked around worried for his own sake. “Look, I’ll figure some shit out. Get you a fake passport or something, just trust me okay?” 

It was so strange to you, the realization that after everything that’s happened and whose done what to only find out that the person you trusted most was the very man you were told was keeping you here. Javi was the only one who showed you any kind of care for your well being, or just you as a person. You didn’t know if that made you feel devastated, or somewhat relieved that there was a strong likelihood that just maybe, Javi’s been nothing but entirely truthful to you. 

Honestly? You didn’t care if your brother helped you. “Why are you even here?” He looked at you confused and you just felt more upset. “Seriously why are you here? Bothering to find me? To try and absolve yourself of guilt? To get my blessing for trying to sell me to a man who would have done god knows what with me?” 

You had more to say, you had eons of yelling to give, but it also just wasn’t you. You didn’t feel it in your heart to lash out so much, and there was no energy left in you. So you started to walk away. 

He grabbed your arm, but you pulled it away. Ignoring the second attempt as a grab and him yelling your name. You brushed past him, the only force you could summon being shoving his shoulder slightly with yours, but he always being the obnoxious loud mouth he is needed the last word. 

“You know I came all the way here to see you and this is the thanks I get? I could get in shit if he realizes I’m not by the docks you know? You’re so fucking ungrateful, as usual.” The more you responded the louder he got and the quicker your insides wanted to cry. 

You turned around, ready to yell at him, but nothing really came out. You just stared at him with a deeply brewing thought that maybe you didn’t want to go home. Maybe you didn’t want to just go back to the life he carelessly tore you away from. What did he really care if you got out of this okay? What did anyone here care. 

The tears finally started to fall, and you just tried to wipe your cheeks, but it was useless. You just stared at your brother for a while before walking away entirely. He didn’t care what would happen to you, so why should you care about what happens to him. Maybe no one really cared, and the universe was trying to tell you that. 

That anyone who seems like they care about you, might actually not. You weren’t sure anymore that anyone even should care. 

Without really thinking about it, you made the path up to the guest room you were in hoping that you could just get away with crawling under the covers for the day and will everything to just stop. Javi on the other hand, had the opposite feeling. 

He couldn’t be sure what exactly his cousin was planning, but Javi got the feeling it was nothing he wished to be apart of. There was a malicious glint in his eye as he vaguely hinted at some bigger plan he had just started the works for. But what he wanted from Javi, was to make sure he tends to a public image a bit more in the coming weeks. 

“Have Gabriela start calling out favours for a nice big party for you, lots of people, lots of eyes on you and all you need to do is be your wonderful self, Javi.” Both of them it wasn’t out of his cheer familial affection, but the less Lucas involved him the better. 

Javi asked about you though, right before Lucas walked out the front door. “You can’t just dangle threats over her head indefinitely, she’s done nothing to deserve this and you know that.” He rarely ever confronted his cousin about anything with conflict, but it ate away at him. 

How dismissive he was about your well being. Lucas though, shrugged like you were an afterthought. “Her boy’s turning out to be quite a good little solider, pressure does wonders for motivation. Do whatever with her, cousin. I’ve got bigger prospects on my plate now, she’s your servant to keep or whatever you have her doing.” 

As if the world craved irony, you walked up the steps just as he stepped out into the sun. You froze in place, whatever bravery leaving you in a chilling crawl up your spine as he smiled at you. Your shoulders rose up when he paced around you like prey until you looked at him. 

“I’ll see you around, princesa. Hopefully my dear cousin will treat you kinder then I would, such a short temper he can have. Runs in the family.” He flicked at your hair, causing you to tilt away eyes shut in disgust as he laughs to himself. Fading away into distant yells of orders. 

Javi stood tall and huge in the doorway, one hand still keeping it open, the other resting on his hip as he looks down, tracing from the floor to yourself and back again. Lost in thought, just as you were lost in general. Eventually, he noticed your reserved silence, and beckoned you over with a wave of his hand.

Grabbing yours gently as he led you up the few steps his hold lasted a beat longer then what would be normal before pushing you forward on your lower back as he stuck so close to your side, his hand teetered on resting on your hip. “I think there are some things we should talk about.” 

There was no way Javi didn’t notice how much you tensed up, how frozen you became as the gut wrench of just what would become of you stirred. You wanted to just go back to the other day, how much you loved just being out and about with Javi. Like you two belonged like that. You wanted that stupid little world you had together to not turn out to be harmfully fake. 

You had never been in his office before, but it looked painfully normal. As if you had been expecting something grand or secretive, but like so much else about Javi, it looked as if there was nothing dangerously extraordinary about him. On the opposite end of the door was a balcony, glass doors wedged to sit wide open with bright curtains pulled to the side as they blew lightly in the oncoming breeze. 

Everything felt so upside down. You were supposed to want to go home, escape this strange sort of kidnapping and yet you looked out to that balcony. Seeing the blue sky with such crisp fresh air waving over the island landscape, and you dreaded having to leave it behind. 

Javi though, didn’t look much better. He leaned against his desk, perched just on the edge with his fingers tapping at the wood on each side of him. Nothing about right now made any sense to either of you. You had so much to say, and turns out as soon as you spoke up Javi also felt the same need. 

“What’s going to happen to me?” 

“There’s been some change in plans.” 

Javi’s eyes looked at you, wide but bordering on heart broken at how defeated you sounded, but all you could do was seize up. Something that had become too common of a response. The only change in plans you knew of was the worst case scenario, and you knew you weren’t anywhere near ready to be forced to give this us. 

“I’m sorry. You...you go.” Even you could hear the exhaustion in your voice at this point. 

Javi nodded, mostly to himself as he considered his words. “Lucas came to discuss a change in some of his plans. Turns out your brother has proven quite useful to him,” You winced at the mention of him. Of course he would be useful to these people, because selling you out clearly wasn’t weighing heavily on his conscience.  “I’m not sure exactly what they have started planning, but Lucas assured me it is bigger then what he’s done before. So he’s deferred some decisions onto me.” 

Your eyes trailed on the ground. “Meaning what happens to me.” Not able to look at him, you missed the awkward distress he wore on his expression. A stuttering of not being able to decide exactly what he should say and how to cheer up such a defeated mood on you. You expected the worst and he felt ill at thinking it was directed towards him. 

His chest rose and deflated in a large sigh, crossing and uncrossing his arms wishing you’d just look at him. “I tried my best to make you feel welcome, to treat you like you deserve and hope it helped distract you from how you were brought here. I never liked the idea of holding anyone hostage, let alone having to keep you trapped in my own home against your will.” 

Javi pushed up from the desk, pacing over to the balcony and braced his arms against the railing. You followed him enough that you kept a hand lightly on the edge of a glass door, his wide shoulders taut with stress much deeper then just you. You debated saying it, but spit it out anyways. “My brother came to see me.” 

Javi’s head lifted up, but didn’t turn to look at you. “Today?” 

You nodded even though he wasn’t facing you. “All he wanted was to get me to forgive him, but it was clear it didn’t really matter. He just didn’t want to feel guilty if something happens to me, but not enough to do anything about it.” 

Nails tapped rhythmically along the glass, and your subconscious finally caught up to your mouth. “I guess me being here never really mattered in the long run. If Lucas just decided I’m your problem now.” 

Javi’s response was harsh in his tone. Deep and almost rough with a boiling up anger. “You are not just a problem.” Your heart lurched painfully but he kept going. “Ever since you arrived, I’ve been torn apart. Because very quickly I knew why he put you with me. Every chance my cousin has to drag me back into this life he takes, and letting me get so attached to you only to rip that way just before I could truly explore how I feel? It’s an easy way to control me if you ask him.” 

Your brows furrowed, “But I thought he said that...it’s up to you now?” 

His head tilted somewhat, and you found yourself stepping out more onto the balcony. Giving a wide space between you still not knowing where this was going. 

“He did. He’s moving onto bigger prospects, and using you to force my hand no longer applies anymore.” Finally he flipped his body around, and instead of a harsh glaring intensity you found only a crestfallen expression, one that broke your own heart at it’s sorrow. 

“Which means he doesn’t care if you just send me back to the States.” 

He was quick to answer. “Is that what you want?” Your eyebrows raised in confusion at him. So he repeated the question. “Is that what you want? To go home to America? That’s what you’ve been wishing for this whole time is it not.” 

His words were clipped, and there was something beneath the surface that might have been just too deep for you to dive in to find on your own. “I thought that's what I wanted.” 

Looking back out, the sky was still as clear and blue as it always had been since the day of your arrival. At first you thought it was a taunt. Mocking you for how bright the world shined onto such a dark experience. “Everyone knew why I was here, but they went out of their way to know me, make me feel welcome, try to make me belong even though I should be just a footnote to them.” 

Your arms braced on the railing, not quite like Javi though. You crossed your forearms across the length of it and rested your upper chest onto them, knees bent back to brace yourself up as you looked at the water. “You were supposed to hate me. That’s what I thought when I first met you. Lucas was so frustratingly chatty, but you came in just so, large and silent and angry that I couldn’t help but assume it was towards me. But we talked. We talked and I got attached.” 

The warmth of his closeness overwhelmed one side of you, his shadow casting across part of your view as he came to your side. One hand resting close to where your elbows bent with the other on his hip. Those large brown eyes looking deeply at you with that internal question you didn’t know. 

“Do you really think you’re the only one who feels that way?” 

You looked up to the side, struck with how softly he looked at you. Sliding to the side, you leaned against the railing mimicking his posture, but your own hand hovered around your torso not quite sure how to stay. “I hoped you did. Sometimes it really felt like there was something, but other days I couldn’t help but worry that it was all just an act...trick me into being complacent. But then you look at me like that,” You dropped your gaze along with your voice. “And then everything just gets muddled.” 

Trickling forward, Javi’s hand inched closer to yours. The buzzing need to touch you moving through this entire body. “What I feel, hermosa, isn’t fair to you. I should be sending you home on the first plane out, giving you your life back no question. I just didn’t know how much the right thing to do would hurt.” 

You looked back out to the water, eyes squinting at the bright sun reflecting off of it. “Going home was all I wanted. I had nothing to do with this until my brother was too stupid to pay back his own loans. But now going home feels like the last thing I want to do, and maybe I should be the one who feels stupid for that.” 

Javi’s person stood now closer to you. Not pressing against you, but giving you much less room to back away before you hit the edge. There were no words between you for a moment until Javi mumbled in a somewhat aloof, amused tone. “Maybe we’re both stupid.” 

Now that got an honest to god laugh from you. “I think you might be right about that one.” For that moment the burning tension took a notch down, and it felt so much more like any other day you’ve grown to adore with him. 

Your name fell gently off of Javi’s tongue. His fingers pressing gently against your cheek to look up at him. His feelings weren’t unfair, it was how beautiful he was. His hair always curled so perfectly, always enticing your hands to itch over through them, face framed perfectly by his nose and facial hair that would burn against your skin in an addicting way. 

His eyes were the worst though. Big and so transparent with how he felt, and now you had to look into them with nothing but a screaming desire in them that made you melt. “I need you to tell me. You have to be the one to say it, make me send you home. I might be too selfish to do it on my own.” 

Javi’s eyes fluttered shut as your hand gently held onto the wrist close to your face. Your thumb tracing over the skin as his pulse grew faster alongside your own. You smiled though, and chose a side you never expected. 

“I’m stupid, remember?” 

It wasn’t long that Javi’s expression made you doubt yourself. Eyes shut tighter as his face pinched in conflict. Barley opening them, Javi muttered roughly in Spanish before his fingers slid to let his hand encompass your whole cheek. Very quickly his other one joined the opposite side, and sealed the distance with his lips. 

Unlike his soft and sometimes silly disposition, Javi kissed you anything but that. His hands pulled in your face up towards him as he wasted no time in hardening his kiss. Lips demanding from you, forcing you to surrender to him in ways he never asked before. 

Your hands found their way to his chest. The orange shirt leaving so many buttons undone that there was no shame in how much chest you could touch. Palms sliding over his skin and mindlessly rubbing up and down the length of his torso. Feeling his muscles twitch as he hesitated in his kiss, before moving one of his hands to pull you in closer behind your back. 

Holding you closer to the back of your neck, Javi deepened the kiss, teasing you with his tongue and bites, almost nibbles against your lip. The sharpness of his teeth bringing high pitched gasp from you, only to have Javi consume the sound and grant himself access to you more. His tongue teasing inside of your mouth, you started to tremble against him. 

His tongue grazing against yours and pulling back to kiss you rougher just when you wanted to return it. You could feel the burn of his facial hair against your skin and no doubt it will haunt your memories of how much you wanted to feel it elsewhere. 

One of his hands wandering to your side, pushing your shirt up just enough to grasp at the skin on your waist he could blindly find. Javi once again tasted you with his tongue only to deepen it greatly as he roughly pushed you the remaining distance against the railing. 

Your fingers tightened against his chest, finally sliding up to the back of his neck and into his hair. The softness amazed you, as well as how easily you could rake your fingers though it. Shivers running down Javi’s spine he stuttered against you, groaning into your mouth. His hips pushed against yours in an instant reaction to the feeling. 

Finally summoning the strength to pull back, Javi parted from you but barley left your touch. A tiny string of saliva still between your lips, Javi pulled your chin into him as he took just once more needy kiss from you before pulling back, resting his forehead against yours as you took longer to catch your breathe. 

“I won’t make you stay here, hermosa. But if you did, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to prove myself to you for it. I am too selfish, I’ll do anything to keep you here if you let me.” A needy hum leaving his throat as you now ran your hand through his hair much more gentle, almost soothing. 

“If you’re selfish, and I’m stupid maybe we were meant to fit together like this.” 

Javi still shook his head, as if unable to grasp why you would give him this. He moved to brush his nose against your hair before you both moved closer into the others arms. He gripped you as if this was the only thing he was ever allowed to have, and it was possible that he got to experience very little like this. 

You both held one another for quite a while. Enough to feel both of your bodies relax into one another settling a calm over the turmoil of this morning. His voice vibrated against your chest as he spoke. “Gabriela and Camilia will certainly be happy.” 

Pulling back you looked at him with am amused but questioning smirk, neither of your hands willing to leave the other yet. His own running over the top of your head, before nudging against your chin and back as if unable to chose where to touch. “Gabriela called me an idiot anytime I said you couldn’t possibly share how I feel. And Camilia? She just yells at me to move you into my own room already.” 

His face was flat and eyes rolling at just how much he heard an earful from the woman if he so much as hinted at sending you home. Clearly not a sacrifice love for their own good kind of person. You chuckled, your cheek resting more in the palm of his hand. 

“The guest room bed doesn’t exactly have the most comfortable blankets to be honest.” 

If at all possible, his face fell flat even more. His eyes narrowing at you as he pulled away keeping his hands on your forearms. “I thought I told you to bring up anything you’d like me to change for you?” 

Your shoulders shrugged, smile much more sheepish as you looked off to the side. “I didn’t want to bother anyone, I wasn’t really a guest at that time to be fair.” Javi just rolled his eyes once more, pulling you into his warm body wrapping his arms around you again. 

“Well that’s about to change, now I know better. Clearly I will have to pull what you want out of you by force.” You leaned into each other, Javi turning you both to head inside. It wasn’t going to be an easy day still, no doubt a lot had to happen if you were to stay. 

He let you speak to Gabriela for a little while, Javi somewhat in the distance trying desperately not to interject every time you were far to humble about what you said or suggested. Eventually stopping by the kitchen where he ended getting smacked by a wooden spoon as Camilia yelled at him for how ridiculous you both were. 

The sight of a short Camilia mercilessly smacking the tall and large Javi, as he tried to bend away in very little defence like a child as a comical one, but not unusual for this strange little family. 

Nothing was set in stone quite yet. Your future was uncertain, but then again, so was Javi’s. Both of your lives placed in between two possibilities and a not quite yet clear path along either one of them. Javi did however, waste no time in his greedy desire to have you sleep next to him in his own bed. Which was admittedly, far more cozy then the guest room. 

Not quite asleep yet, you found yourself being yanked up onto Javi’s lap as his own back collapsed against the pillows. Grasping your hips when you went to follow, “Let me just look at you for a while, preciosa.” 

You trailed your own hands, dancing along his chest now covered in just a simple white tee shirt. Occasionally reaching up to scratch at his facial hair. “You say that as if I don’t have an absolutely beautiful view below me now.” 

Javi’s cheeks tinted a bit, holding back a flustered smile as he readjustment his grip on your hips to squeeze the skin below your shirt once more. He seemed to toy with pushing the fabric up more, but not subtle enough for you to miss it. You reached for it in a pull, but he held them in place as he looked at you much more serious. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you, I am perfectly happy with you just like this.” 

Heart melting at how quick he was to deny himself what you knew he was thinking about, but you wanted to give him something anyways. Pulling your shirt up and letting it fall beside your bodies. The dark greed in his eyes as he looked over your skin, he clearly was not aware you didn’t have anything on underneath. 

Shooting up from the bed, he held you steady from the force as he shot one hand up to rest just underneath one of your breasts. His face sharp and his eyes with desire. “I will not take this from you tonight, hermosa. But you are playing with fire here.” 

Your hands trailed under his own, not lifting it, but following the line of his pants. “I thought you were the selfish one. Doesn’t quite feel that way, now-” 

Javi’s jaw clenched, teeth muttering out curses you didn’t understand as he effortlessly flipped you onto your back. His body knelt in between your legs one holding your leg bent gripped by your hip, the other palming your breast in his large hand. “Unbelievable. Trying to take advantage of how weak I am for you.” 

You threw your head back in a moan as he caressed you rougher, his other fingers tracing the nipple of your neglected breast and pinching them as he kissed your neck, a whiny gasp coming from you. “Sinful. So beautifully tempting.” 

His hands worked your breasts over with every kiss and bite as his facial hair rubbed red your skin as he moved. Your hands fully moving under his shirt to trail your nails over his skin and grasp at him at a particularly harsh pair of his teeth and tugging at your nipple roughly. 

You could feel a smug grin against you, and your hips writhed against his slowly. One of his hands gripped the side of your jaw to pull your lips to his, while the other pulled your grinding hip up into his more. 

His kiss was messy but Javi was to preoccupied with granted you the feeling back. Nothing frantic, just a delicious grind of your hips together as you kissed. Your core begun to coil, quick. Too quick, you felt so pent up that the weight of his bulge against you send you careening closer to that burning orgasm so fast. 

Each grind pressed harder, the pressure for both of you that much better feeling, but still neither of you moved faster. Javi mumbled into your mouth nothing you could make out but he eventually pulled away, rubbing his nose against yours. 

Your hold on each other softened so much more the closer you got, and you were pulling Javi’s orgasm right along with it. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, only to almost slip into your mouth as you gasped out as it hit you. Your orgasm flooding through you without warning, as Javi pushed still against you to find his. 

You hadn’t even been able to come down, you were plagued with aftershocks as he rubbed against you. His head moving to tuck itself into your neck as he crossed that line, but you didn’t want it. Your hands cupped his face to have him look at you, one of his gripping tight to you as his own orgasm fell over him. 

His mouth agape, with a needy moan as his eyes braced shut. As he came back down, you finally felt yourself back onto the sheets, no longer floating in mid air. You ran a hand once again through his hair, eyes not leaving one another. 

Javi turned one of your hands so he could kiss your palm, and you met halfway to the others lips. This time it was far more gentle. A soft caress, no demand and no need beyond just wanting to feel the others touch. 

He kept you quite close to him that entire night. Gentle whispers passed back and forth like secrets, neither of you wanting to break the serene quiet of the room. He had kept one window open, your chests inhaling and exhaling against the other with the splash of waves against the shores. 

Feeling how right you were fit together didn’t make the outside any less messy. Nothing about your time in Spain has taught you that this was something for the better in your life, but being curled up into Javi’s chest tucked warmly under his sheets did. 

Lucas wasn’t gone, in fact he was likely to cause more of a problem in the future if Javi’s suspicions were correct, and you wouldn’t imagine what sinister ploy could possibly have included genuine help from your brother. Whatever they wanted, whatever was in planning was going to ultimately end badly.

Most stories such as theirs did. Of course there was no way either you or Javi could ever predict how that would possibly end, or just how much would end at Javi’s own hand or how quickly his actions will end it. 

The Gutierrez family was one not to be trifled with, and now you lay here in the chest of the one masquerading as it’s leader. You were dragged into this life and force to endure the cruel games at the real masterminds behest. Javi couldn’t convince you at this point to leave for your own well being, to avoid their lives. It was what led you to this moment, your hands braced against his chest and his own curling around you. 

Sleep begun to overtake you both, deep and slurring words between you, Javi’s mumbling into the hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His arms tightened around you, refusing to let you slip away from his heart as he slept. You wouldn’t. 

He found you after being thrown at his feet, and now he was too scared to let you back out, and you had no true intention to follow that though regardless. 

A small smile graced your features as you snuggled in closer to him, “Javi?” He hummed into your hair as a reply. “What on earth am I going to get you for your birthday?” 

Javi laughed deeply, pulling you in closer in almost a dismissal of your worry. “The only thing I wanted was to find a way to keep you in my life any way that I could.” 

Melting into him, your heart a kind of warmth you only had ever felt with him. You did however, give him one suggestion. “I don’t know, if anyone could beat my presence in your life it might be Nic Cage.” 

Javi rolled his eyes even if you couldn’t see. Tugging you into his chest he mumbled playfully into your head along with another loving kiss. “Fair, but you’re the one I stroked myself imagining you bouncing on my cock every time I could sneak away for a shower.” He laughed once more as you shrunk into his chest with a tiny whine. 

You weren’t sure you were confident enough to tell you how badly you wanted that as well, but you unequivocally dreamed about it as you slept. Unaware of just how much you and Javi pressed into the other as you desired the same things. 

You had each other’s heart, and for now that was all you and Javi truly wanted.  

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FANGIRL PART 1

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

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F! Reader

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

Word count: 3,8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There you go Luna” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys go ahead I will come over”.

“Alright”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That is very interesting and really deep”.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, the one next to the gym”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you cold sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the great shoe swap

javi gutierrez x f! reader summary: you wear a new pair of shoes to the premiere of javi’s newest movie but refuse to admit how uncomfortable they are. of course, javi notices.  notes: lots of fluff, inaccurate depictions of movie premieres and red carpet walking, reader wears a dress & heels, gets suggestive at the end  word count: 1.8k

You never dated someone quite as special as Javi Gutierrez. You’re so used to boring suits who played everything by the book, planned everything down to the minute. Javi’s anything but that; he’s bright and vivacious, full of life and love and energy. You two met while you were working as a consultant on his newest movie, a law drama turned into a zombie apocalypse film — an odd concept, but surprisingly effective. 

You never believed in love at first sight until him, until you walked in the first day and he turned around from talking to the director and positively beamed at you. You swore you felt weak in the knees at that moment, but you never thought it would be anything but some silly crush that nothing would ever come from.

How wrong you were. You worked long into the night for weeks on perfecting the script, mostly with the director and other producers, but something shifts when Javi invites you for private writing sessions at his new apartment in New York (now your apartment as well), which overlooks Central Park. Those long nights are still long, but they were broken up by laughter and flirting and eventual stolen kisses. He invited you on a date soon after the script was finished, and everything went from there. 

“Amor!” Javi calls to you from the other side of the door. “Can I come in? I want to see you!”

“Yeah, you can come in!”

He swings the door open, immediately freezing in his tracks, eyes dragging up and down your body in awe. He approaches slowly as if scared he’d wake up from whatever dream he’s in and he says, “You look beautiful! The dress fits you like a glove, querida!”

Javi reaches for your hand and leads you in a spin that results in you twirling into his embrace. He nuzzles into your neck, nipping lightly and you feel your cheeks heat up, swatting coyly at him. You tell him, “You look amazing too, Javi.”

And he does, decked out in a luxurious suit made of dark velvet with a crisp white button down underneath. His hair is slicked back with gel but there’s still errant curls that let his boyish charm shine through in an otherwise more dapper (and downright sexy, in your opinion) look. 

“How did I get so lucky?” Javi asks.

You lean into his warmth, resting your head against his shoulder and craning your neck to press a kiss right under his jaw, a place you know is ticklish. He giggles a little and you reply, “I’m the lucky one, as cheesy as that sounds.”

“I love cheesy things,” he declares and he pecks the space between your brows. 

You reluctantly pull yourself out his arms and say, “I have the perfect shoes for this dress! I’ve been saving them for something like this.” Not that you ever thought you’d be walking the red carpet with the man you were absolutely head-over-heels for. 

You root through your walk-in, sorting through the numerous shoes Javi gifted you. He found out early in your relationship that you had a bit of a shoe problem, not that you ever asked him to buy you any, but it was obvious from how many you had in your closet at your old apartment. While he gifted you many different beautiful things, shoes were a frequent present he gave you. 

You finally find the barely-opened box, letting out a triumphant “Aha!” Javi watches on curiously and you sit on your bed, sliding the shoes out and Javi nods approvingly at them. “They’ll go great, amor,” he says. Before you can slip them on, Javi takes them and offers you a smirk. “Allow me.”

He slides the shoes on you like some kind of prince and it makes your heart flutter. They’re a little tighter than you remember, but you haven’t tried them on in a while. Javi kisses your knee and stands, holding his hand out and pulling you up from the bed. “The limo is arriving soon,” he says. He takes you in again and adds, “But I’m rethinking if we should go. I mean, do they really need us there?”

You know he’s joking, Javi would never slack on anything movie-related but with the way Javi’s looking at you, you almost consider the idea for real. “I think they need their screenwriter and producer.”

“If I must,” he sighs. A text pings on his phone and he grins. “The car’s here, querida.”

“Let’s go, then!”

You take Javi’s arm. Then, you take the first step to the door and your shoe pinches your foot again. You wince a little and Javi asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, totally fine! Let’s go!” Your boyfriend looks unconvinced but he nods slowly and leads you to the limousine. 

You breathe a sigh of relief when you two settle into the car, half-kicking your shoes off your feet so they dangle from your toes. Javi glances at you worriedly again. “You would tell me if something was bothering you, right, amor?”

“Of course,” you reply, and Javi’s eyes narrow just a little. 

“Promise?” You nod and lean against Javi as carefully as you can without messing up your hair. He wraps an arm around you and you forget about the ache in your feet for a little while. 

The car rolls to a stop and even through the tinted windows, you can see the bright lights of camera flashes and you hear the snapping of dozens of shutters. Javi asks you, “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You shove your shoes back on, gritting your teeth. It’s Javi’s night, and you’re determined to not ruin it with something as minor as uncomfortable shoes. You brush off invisible lint from your dress and draw in a deep breath. 

“You look stunning,” he tells you. 

“So do you.” The door opens, and Javi steps out first before helping you out of the limo. There are flashes everywhere but Javi’s gentle hand on your lower back grounds you. Your shoes pinch again but you smile through the pain, following Javi’s lead. 

He gets pulled into an interview with a Vogue reporter and as he talks, you watch him in awe. He’s so in his element, passionately describing the creation of the movie from ideation to post-production. He’s like the sun, glowing and warm, and you feel endlessly grateful to just be in his orbit.

You’re pulled back into the moment when Javi says, “And you all know the love of my life, right?”

The reporter grins at you. “Of course! Your dress is lovely!”

“Thanks,” you respond with a little laugh. “Javi picked it out!”

“Well, he certainly knows how to pick them!”

Javi is beaming and he kisses your temple, thanking the Vogue reporter and guiding you two down the carpet. You squeeze his hand when your feet begin to pulse achingly. You really can’t wait to just sit down and watch the premiere.

You’re at the end of the carpet, about to walk into the theater, when Javi says, “Wait a moment, querida.” 

You look on in complete and utter shock and wonder as he unlaces his dress shoes and slides them off, standing the red carpet in his nice velvet suit and socks. He holds them out to you. “Put these on,” he says.

“What?”

He sighs fondly, “I know your feet are killing you, amor, so you can wear my shoes.”

“Javi, it’s really okay!”

“I can’t stand to see you in pain. Please put them on.”

Your face is burning and you shake your head. “You need your shoes, sweetheart!”

He gazes into your eyes and says, “I need to ease your pain more.”

“Javi—” He gives you a stern look and you give in, using his shoulder to balance as you kick off your heels and your feet practically scream in relief. Javi helps you put his dress shoes on; they’re far too big and they’re kind of unwieldy on you but anything beat those torture devices. You had momentarily forgotten that the two of you were at a very public event that had many, many photographers and reporters from various media sites, caught up in your little bubble with Javi. 

“Shall we?” he asks, relooping your arm through his. Your shoes dangle from your opposite hands. You nod wordlessly at him as you walk into the theater, unable to think of anything else but how in love you are with Javi Gutierrez.

You fell asleep the moment you two got home. You were used to long days working in the office and long trial periods, but you never imagined just how taxing celebrity events were.

You wake up to breakfast in bed and a shirtless Javi, both equally enjoyable. He climbs back into the bed next to you, purring out a husky “Good morning.” You snuggle into his warmth as you munch on the avocado toast he lovingly made. 

He kisses your neck and you shiver a little, and you’re about to say something when your phone pings once. Then a second time. And you get three more text tones before you actually reach for it and look. You have multiple Twitter and Instagram notifications saying you were tagged in posts, as well as three texts from your sister. 

You open the messages, all typed in caps, shouting about the pictures from last night: your dress, Javi, you two as a couple, and, the pictures of and articles about Javi giving you his shoes for the night. You swipe over to Twitter, and see that your name, Javi’s name, and the hashtag Shoe Swap are trending at eighth, seventh, and fifth in the United States. 

You click the Shoe Swap hashtag. 

People @.people 17h: Sweetest moment caught on the Red Carpet between screenwriter and producer @.JaviGutierrez and his girlfriend! #shoeswap reply / retweet / favorite 12 retweets / 57 favorites

It’s Holly! @.hollyjollychrysler 14h: they’re THE couple rn #shoeswap reply / retweet / favorite 345 retweets / 5007 favorites

Peter M @.petermurdler 14h: get you a man who will give you his shoes @.JaviGutierrez #shoeswap | Guiliana Russo @.guilirulli 14h: get you a woman who looks at you like javi’s gf looks at him reply / retweet / favorite 702 retweets / 8032 favorites

You giggle as you read through the tweets, Javi laughing as he reads over your shoulder. You sat up, moving the breakfast tray he brought it onto your bedside table. You say, “You know, I don’t think I ever got to properly thank you for your chivalry.”

“There’s no need to thank me, amor. I would do anything for you, you know that.”

You fix him with a smoldering look, eyes dragging over his bare chest and sleep-mussed hair. “I still think I need to properly thank you, honey.”

“Ah…” Javi catches on and his smile turns suggestive as he reaches for you. “If you insist.” As you wrap your arms around his neck and capture his mouth in a heated kiss, you think to yourself, I never want this to end.

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Never meet your idols

It’s not as good as what I had in mind but I needed to write something for the sweet Javi G. 

Javi had a passion in life.

Well, no, Javi had several passions in life. He loved beauty, landscapes, culture, cinema, writing, Nicolas Cage, super actor, and Abe Nemo, super writer of novels and screenplays.

It was really sad that Nicolas Cage and Abe Nemo had never worked together, otherwise they would certainly have created the best movie of all time. This would undoubtedly have become his favourite film, ahead of Face Off. Or he would have had two favourite movies.

After his adventures with Nick, his promising debut as a screenwriter and his story that didn't end well with Gabriela, Javi had wanted to realize another of his big dreams : to meet, and possibly work, with Abe Nemo.

The man was quite secretive. Discreet. Not giving many interviews, not being very present at signings. The few videos he had seen of him had made Javi think that they could become friends.

In fact, it was mostly after reading his novels and seeing the movies he'd been in that he was convinced that he and Abe shared something. A sensitivity. A vision of life. As if they were soulmates. And if he could meet him, it would certainly be the best day of his life.

He therefore sent an invitation to his agent for the author to come and spend a week in his house in Spain. Here, he could rest, find inspiration for a future project and have a good time.

When he said that to Nick, he laughed.

           "Haha, hilarious... Wait, Javi, are you serious ? That's weird, no ? He doesn't know you."

           "You didn't know me and you came to my house."

           "But I needed the money and you paid me."

Then Javi sent another message, explaining that it wasn't weird, that he was just a big fan of Mr. Nemo's work, and that he was willing to pay him if needed. He read the message to Nick after sending it. According to the actor, he would be lucky if he did not receive a restraining order from a judge, in addition to a negative response.

However, unexpectedly, he received a phone call a few days later.

           "Mr. Gutierrez ?"

           "Yes ?"

           "I'm Abe Nemo's assistant. He received your invitation and..."

           "It's not weird, I sent another message to explain."

           "I know, I read your... long essay on his work. It was touching. You seem to really like what he does, to understand what he does. So he agrees to come. And no need for money. I was just calling you to let you know I'm coming with him, hopefully that's not a problem."

           "Not at all ! You're welcome !"

Excited, Javi prepared absolutely everything in his villa to welcome the author and his assistant as they deserved. He also practiced in front of the mirror, as Nick had taught him, to find the best way to present himself without looking like a dangerous and strange fan.

He also re-read the list the actor had given him of all the topics and questions to avoid, unless Abe Nemo brought it up first.

When he finally arrived, Javi did his best to keep calm, not smile too much, not cry, and not hold his hand for more than a minute while greeting him.

           "It's such a great honour to meet you, Mr. Nemo. I really love your work, always ! Well, since you started. I re-read your first novel yesterday, a true marvel. Sorry, I'm not going to bother you with that, you have to be told all the time that you're a genius. Hello ! You must be the assistant I talked to on the phone ? Welcome ! I didn't know if you wanted one or two rooms, so I put you in two adjoining rooms."

           "Hello Mr. Gutierrez." smiled the young woman while taking his hand. "Two bedrooms is perfect. I'm Y/N."

For a few moments, as he admired her smile, Javi forgot about his famous guest's presence, but he quickly pulled himself together to show them around the villa, show them their rooms and offer them a walk on the beach.

           "Oh. No. I just want to sleep after this long trip."

           "But thank you, that's very kind of you." Y/N added, giving her boss a slight nudge.

           "Yes, thank you, of course ! You can go together if you want. I'll meet you tonight for dinner."

Although he was a little disappointed not to be able to spend time with Abe Nemo, Javi didn't see the afternoon pass as he chatted with Y/N, walking by the water, then strolling in the olive grove, and in the garden. She was a bit shy at first, but funny, cultivated, witty, knowing perfectly the work of her employer whom she seemed to love as much as Javi, and taking pleasure in discovering the landscapes he presented to her.

           “You are so lucky to live here. It's so beautiful. And peaceful. You have to come and resource yourself there to write your screenplays."

           "Sometimes. This is where I wrote the first one, with Nick. Have you seen it ? Mr. Nemo seen it ?"

           "Yes, I... Mister Nemo asked me to do some research on you. He really liked your ideas. Maybe less the parts written with Mister Cage, too Hollywood."

           "The producers insisted on having a bit of action and romance. We wanted a contemplative, mature film about the life and encounter of two men who were meant to meet."

           "I see." she said with her charming smile. "Your subsequent films are even better. You have talent, even if you go a little all over the place."

           "All over the place ?!"

           "Don't take this the wrong way. You have a lot of ideas. Good ideas, but too many ideas. Sometimes, even if it's difficult, you have to choose and accept not to do everything."

A little offended, Javi wanted to answer, but he thought for a moment, realizing that it wasn't a mean comment, that it was even good advice, coming from someone who was used to working with a talented man. So he nodded thoughtfully as they walked back to the villa to eat.

The first conversation he had with Abe Nemo was much less exciting than with his assistant. The author refused to talk about his work, he didn't seem to care about his surroundings and he behaved like a diva.

Maybe he was a diva, but even Nick Cage hadn't acted like that.

When Y/N was present, he behaved a little better, as if he were under surveillance. Sometimes she answered for him. But when they were alone, Javi insisting for them to be alone, it wasn't the same.

           "Regarding your last scenario..."

           "Can we talk about interesting things instead ?" Abe Nemo cut him off. "I don't know. Sports. Do you like sports ? Are you married ? Is there alcohol here ? I'm not allowed to drink alcohol, but I'm more or less on vacation and I would like to take advantage of it."

           "I think your last screenplay and the one I wrote for Almodovar are a bit similar, don't you think ? Maybe I was inspired without realizing it, but it seems impossible, because they are came out almost at the same time. We could have written them together."

           "Hmm. Do you have any beer ?"

           "You didn't like my script ? Did you... You thought I copied ?"

           "My agent would have called you if I thought that. And I don't know, I haven't seen that movie. I won't say no to wine either."

He had not seen the movie. In fact, Abe Nemo hadn't read or seen anything Javi had written. His assistant certainly lied, to not hurt him.

He also didn't seem to remember his own writings. He was lost as soon as Javi made a reference, or asked a very specific question. He didn't correct him when he made a mistake on purpose to test him. The author wasn't old, he was even younger than Javi, so he couldn't have memory problems.

No, the only explanation was that he didn't care at all.

The works that Javi loved so much had been written by a selfish, boring fool who only cared about fame and money.

The following days were difficult. He was really trying to find something good in Nemo, but he couldn't. The man was empty. Unlike his assistant.

           "He said he hadn't seen my film." Javi muttered as they stood on the terrace, Abe sunbathing by the pool.

           "Really ? I'm sorry. I assure you he saw it."

           "You don't have to lie."

           "I'm not lying. He saw it and he loved it. But he doesn't live in the past. He takes what he needs, he writes, he publishes and he moves on. Don't blame him, please." she begged with sad eyes. "At least... Don't judge the work based on the artist. I know he can be difficult. He's been overwhelmed lately, he's a bit tired."

           "I don't think you can fully distinguish a creation from its creator."

           "Sometimes no, you're probably right. But sometimes... You have to see it as a family. You wouldn't hate someone's children, just because you don't love them. Well, you would be suspicious, but seeing that they are not like their parent, you could appreciate them, while disapproving of the father or mother. It's a bit the same... Except of course that you are giving money by buying what the product."

This made him smile again, and they spent the rest of the day debating several existential questions.

When he asked her if she was writing, Y/N looked embarrassed, mumbling that she wasn't sure if what she was doing would please anyone. He told her that he would be delighted to read it.

Surprisingly, the next day, it was Abe Nemo who approached him with a manuscript.

           "Y/N wrote all this ?!"

           "What ? She told you... Ah. No. But she said that you wanted to read and since you like my writings and all that, I thought it would please you to read my next novel exclusively. Even my editor hasn't had it in his hands yet."

It was a huge honour. If Javi had received this gift on the first day, he would certainly have fainted. But now that he wasn't sure he liked the author anymore, he wasn't sure how to react. He was a bit scared.

And he was right to be. After taking the time to read and reread the manuscript, he wiped away his tears, realizing that he had just discovered a new masterpiece. He had loved it. But at the same time, he had absolutely no desire to admit that to Nemo. He didn't want to flatter him.

At least he wanted to see him react to criticism. Let him defend his novel, let him show passion.

Doing his best to use the acting lessons Nick had given him, he returned the manuscript to Abe, telling him that he didn't find it good.

           "... Not good ?"

           "No. Something is missing. It's not as good as before."

           "Hmm. Okay."

           "...Okay ? That's it ?" wondered Javi.

           "You don't like it, what do you want me to do ? Others will like it."

This lack of interest was both surprising and disappointing.

However, while walking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, Javi ran into Y/N. Hiding in a corner, she was crying. Javi rushed to her, ready to hug her, but at the last moment he held back, thinking it was not proper. Still he gently touched her shoulder.

           "What's going on ?! Are you not well ?"

           "Yes. Excuse me. I'll go back to my room."

           "Tell me what's wrong."

           "... You didn't like the book."

           "The book. Oh, you mean your boss' manuscript ?"

He could have told her the truth. He could have confided in her that he had loved this book, and that he would buy it when it was published, but he didn't want her to go and tell Nemo. He therefore confirmed that no, he had not liked it, and that had nothing to do with the fact that he did not get along with the author.

Y/N nodded, visibly disappointed, before leaving without saying anything more.

The end of the stay arrived, and they left fairly quickly, without taking the trouble to say goodbye to him for a long time. Javi would have liked to keep in touch with Y/N, he had really liked meeting her, but it was probably not a good idea. He still missed her.

The moment of the literary season arrived a few months later, announcing the books that were going to be released, and he was ready, impatient to be able to read this magnificent story again.

But when it was the turn of Abe Nemo's publishing house, there was nothing. This surprised everyone, because the author published quite punctually. But maybe he was a little late. Maybe he had finally taken Javi's point and was rewriting the manuscript to make it even better.

But days, weeks, other months passed, and still nothing. No novel, no screenplay, no statement to the press. Abe Nemo seemed to have disappeared.

Worried and feeling responsible, Javi first went to the agent, to explain the situation. They did not seem to think that he could have anything to do with their client's writing problems, but they agreed to give him a number to contact him, specifying that there was little chance that Nemo would answer.

Not only did he answer, but he agreed to see him, inviting him to his home.

           "So you think it's your fault there hasn't been a post lately ?" Abe asked calmly, slumping back on his couch as Javi settled into an armchair.

           "Well, I don't know... You had this manuscript and since you left my house, you haven't produced anymore."

           "Hmm. Not wrong. I have to admit I hadn't thought of that, but there might be a connection."

           "You doubt it ? You have another reason not to write ?"

           "What makes you say I'm not writing ?"

           "You're writing ?"

           "... Fine. Listen, Gary."

           "Javi."

           "Yes. You're nice. I think I like you, and I like her a lot, so I'm going to tell you a little  secret, okay ? I'm not Abe Nemo."

           "... What ?"

The man who was not Abe Nemo explained to him that he was just a mediocre actor, who had been hired by the publishing house when the real author had brought their first novel, which had become a success.

Since Abe was terribly shy, nervous, and according to the editor and the agent, not sexy enough or selling enough, they had agreed that he would be the face that would be shown to the public. Of course, it wasn't easy, because he didn't really care about any of this, writing and reading wasn't his thing, and he was getting tired of this situation.

           "I mean, I have the good life, it's not that complicated, I just have to read my text, answer a few questions, but it's still exhausting. And I think she should stop hiding. She deserves to be honoured."

           "... She ?"

           "Y/N. Ah, you didn't understand. Y/N is the author. She loved talking to you. She told me that you understood, that you were brilliant. This is the first time that she was really talking to a fan. Usually, nobody notices her. Nobody pays attention to the assistant. But you talked to her. I've never seen her like that. She's very fragile, you know ? When someone has a problem with what she writes, they come to me. I am a wall between her and the world. When she told me that she wanted you to read her manuscript, I thought that it was a good sign. But you didn't like it. I remember her expression when I told her, I thought she was going to cry. Then she didn't want to publish it. But it was her right, I didn't interfere. I didn't think that one tiny comment, made by a guy she had been seeing for a week, could totally demoralize her."

Not knowing what to say, Javi froze, suddenly feeling terrible. He could have guessed that during their stay, it was so obvious. Even the best assistant in the world couldn't know her boss' work so well, love it so much, and cry because someone had criticized his work.

           "... I need to talk to her."

           "I don't know if it's a good idea, man. You could make it even worse."

           "But I loved her manuscript ! I lied because I didn't like you."

           "Oh." sighed the fake Abe. "In that case, maybe it could work. But don't say any more nonsense !"

When she opened the door, Y/N seemed to hesitate a few seconds to close it, visibly frightened to see him here. But Javi begged her to listen to him, even getting down on his knees.

She let him in, offering him tea, regaining her charming smile when he made a silly remark.

           "I didn't expect to see you. You want to talk… with Mister Nemo ?"

           "Yes I would like that a lot."

           "He's a bit busy at the moment. He's working. Well, he's trying to work. You must be wondering why the manuscript you read wasn't published. He wasn't happy with it in the end."

           "I know."

           "You know." she repeated for a long time, frowning.

           "Yes. And I think that's a shame, because it was the best novel I've ever read. I couldn't wait to read it again."

           "...You said it was no good."

           "I lied. I cried reading it, but I didn't want to please the author. Which was silly and mean. I'm sorry."

           "You know." she said again.

It wasn't a question, so Javi bit his lip and nodded, not sure how she was going to react, if she was going to be scared.

Slowly, she put down her mug and thought, taking a deep breath.

           "Are you disappointed ?"

           "Disappointed ? Why would I be disappointed ? I was disappointed meeting the fake Abe."

           "Frank sometimes has trouble staying in character, that's why I go with him everywhere, to help him. He was a bit tired, and he didn't make a lot of effort."

           "But you, you are wonderful. I enjoyed talking with you ! If I had known... It's stupid, we talked about it, I already loved your work and it wouldn't have changed at all. Well, I still think you can hate something if the creator is an asshole, but the fake... Frank ? Frank wasn't that terrible, just not what I imagined. That was disappointing. But you, you are exactly what I had in mind when I thought of your writing. I had a great time with you. I don't understand why your agent and editor think you would sell less if people knew. It's ridiculous !"

           "Maybe. But I like the quiet. I don't need people to know."

           "I won't tell anyone, I swear !" said Javi placing his hand over his heart solemnly. "And I won't bother you after today if you want. But you have to keep writing. You have to publish this novel !"

           "I... I don't have it anymore. I destroyed it when I came back."

It broke his heart. He was responsible for destroying the most beautiful thing he had ever read.

With difficulty, Javi got up, apologized again with tears in his eyes, before leaving, ashamed, ignoring Y/N when she called his name.

It had almost gone badly when he invited Nick. It had been a disaster with Abe.

Why did he have to break everything he loved ?

To clear his mind, he returned to his villa, cutting himself off from the world for several weeks. Until the phone call from Nicolas, who spoke very loudly.

           "You didn't see ?! Your book is out !"

           "My book ? I didn't write a book."

           "No ! The author you always talk about. His new book is here, you have to buy it, Javi ! Hurry !"

Despite the pain and fatigue, Javi was curious, so he went to the first bookstore to find the famous book.

The first surprise was to discover that he already knew this story. Obviously, Y/N had a very good memory, because she had almost completely rewritten her manuscript, maybe changing a few passages, which made it even better.

But above all, she had added a dedication at the beginning.

For Javi G., whose discussions I'm missing.

Everyone in the store looked at him weirdly when he squealed with excitement, jumping in circle, before running to his car, to rush to the airport, to meet Y/N and tell her that he was missing their discussion terribly, and maybe more.

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Kinktober 2023: October 12th

Day 12: Orgasm Denial/Control, Lingerie, Role Reversal

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Handjobs, dom/sub dynamics, safe words, orgasm denial, begging, cum play

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All you want for Javi is pleasure. Soft, aching, consuming pleasure. His face scrunches up, his bottom lip nearly bruised with biting and still he gives you the softest eyes that you’ve ever seen in this world. 

“How are you doing, baby?” Your hand caresses his sweaty cheek and immediately the rasp of his stubby whiskers rake against your palm. Nuzzling into you and seeking more contact from you. Wanting you to touch him.

“Please, please, amore.” He pants softly, that broad chest heaving and the stretched skin showing the details of his sternum as he grips the headboard as if it is a life raft in a storm. “I need to cum.” 

“Ssshhhhhhhh, Ssshhhhh.” You coo softly, the hand that isn’t caressing his cheek, squeezing his cock and slowly starting to pump it again. “You’ll cum, sweet boy, I promise.” Your thumb presses against the heavily leaking tip and you smear the wetness around to add to the lube and pre-cum that coats his cock and drips down onto his balls from his hair around the base. “Just not right now.” 

He looks fucking glorious. His tanned skin seemingly even darker as the blood flushes underneath. Normally warm, butterscotch eyes darker than rich coffee as his pupils are blown wide with desire and need. Every time his chest heaves, his cock twitches in your hand, his hips jerking up to beg for more. Even as you dispense the most intense pleasure of his life. 

He wants this. Had begged for you to take control and make him feel. Nothing beyond the two of you and this moment. He wants to see what it is like to be denied an orgasm. To be pushed beyond the dull ache and the gathered tension in the pit of his stomach. His mind is free of everything but the slick crevices of your hand curled around his cock as you slowly slide your hand back down from the head and to the base. 

“It’s so good, so bad, oh it hurts amore.” He has been rambling for long minutes, unable to decide if it’s pleasure or pain when it’s both. Mingled together and wrapped, twisted and fused until you’re unable to differentiate if you want it to stop or last forever. The broken groan slips from his mouth as the breath catches in his lungs, sounding almost like a sob. 

Squeezing the base of his cock, you let go. Watching his body melt into the bed, deflating and withering from the contact of your hand. 

“No, no, no, no,” his head whips back and forth across the flat pillow behind his head, pushing his hips up off the bed as if he could reach your hand, like you haven’t pulled it towards your body. “I need it, touch me, amore. Don’t- I can’t- I need-” 

His words are broken, unable to complete a single thought beyond the loss of your hand. Of the pressure that you have made him crave through the torturously luxurious strokes to his cock. 

“You want a minute?” You ask gently, giving him a moment to collect himself, to cool down. Your hand still pressed down to his jaw, a reassuring, grounding presence. Letting him take a few breaths, feeding the oxygen back to his body to clear his head. 

Javi might have had lovers, he might have experience, but he’s never given someone control like this. Never felt that he could. There was this image that was expected, demanded, because of his name. Because of his family. Because of who he had been born to be and wasn’t. Not really. The facade that lovers, that the world saw, was not the man that was currently writhing in your bed and begging to cum. 

“I need you.” He whines, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he tries to breath through the feeling of loss and his body trying to balance itself back out. “Please, amore.” 

Leaning up, you press your lips against his. Smiling when his moan is followed by his eager tongue. Desperate for what contact you will give him. 

“Sweet boy.” You purr, slowly dragging your finger up the curved, thick length of his cock and wrapping two fingers around the protective foreskin to drag it down. Revealing the sensitive head of his cock to the air again. His shudder is sweet. “Does it feel good?” 

“So good.” Javi is immediately agreeing, nodding effusively and almost gasping for air again at the simple squeeze of your lubricated fingers on his scorched skin. “So good, so good, please.” He begs. 

You’ve kept him this way for nearly an hour. Poised just on the edge of giving in and cumming. Always managing to stop him before he orgasms and letting him calm down before working him up again. The reading and movies that he had watched about orgasm denial were no match for experiencing it for himself. Knowing that you would keep him safe and not judge him for wanting this. It’s why you were in love. There was nothing that Javi Gutierrez couldn’t share with you. 

You twist your wrist slowly, letting him feel the tension of your fingers before moving back, slowly starting to guide the skin over the hardness up and down his length with sure, firm strokes. 

“Oh yes,” He cries, closing his eyes and tensing his entire body. Despite needing to cum, he had told you he wouldn’t until you gave him permission. Still not using the safeword that had been agreed upon. The headboard creaks as he pulls against it, resisting the urge to let go and jerk himself to completion. “Yes, fuck, yes!” 

He’s throbbing in your hand. The tattooing beat of his heart pulsing in your hand, so measured and quick that you could keep rhythm with it. Thighs shaking as you methodically work him closer to that impossible ledge again. Feeling his body jerk and spasm as he fights the urge to give in, to cum. “I- I- I can’t-” he gasps out, shaking his head again and scrunching his eyes up, entire face set in near agony as his toes curl. It’s the longest he’s ever been touched without cumming and he feels like he would cum if you just flicked your tongue over his nipple, or squeezed him again. 

“You want to cum, sweet boy?” He whimpers when you ask, nearly about to cry and you swear that one tear does leak out from his closed eyes as he tries to be good for you. Tries to deny what he wants most as your hand moves up and down, up and down over his nearly oversensitive cock. “You want to cum all over your chest like a dirty boy for me?” 

“Ohh fuuuuuuuuck.” He shudders out a breath, letting go of the headboard and clenching his fists as he slams them into the soft mattress, absorbing the blows with a soft thud. “I’m- I can’t-” 

“Cum for me.” You order softly, immediately feeling the way that his entire body bucks and bows up, feet pushing his ass off the bed and into your hand as he starts to cum. 

Shouting, Javi cums and cums, shooting rope after rope of his seed over his chest and stomach. A stray shot hitting him in the chin as he cums like a geyser and groans as his body shakes in the almost painful pleasure of release. Rocking his hips up until your grip until you have milked him dry and still, he keeps moving. Craving the relief, the pressure is gone and it leaves behind a gloriously empty feeling. 

Through it all, you praise him. Cooing over how well he’s doing. How good he’s been for you, your fingers already playing in the thick, pearlescent fluid as it starts to cool on his skin. Knowing that you will be softly pampering him while he comes down from his high, much more intense after being denied for so long. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

To Your Rescue

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 5k Dialogue prompt- “ hurry! take my hand! “ Action prompt- [ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire Warnings- s.mut (18+ only!), protective!Javi, mutual pining, so much pining, action/minor violence, a creeper character, minor character death, love confession, reader is a maid in the Gutierrez compound Notes- June's Year of Protectiveness fic is here and I just had to write one with our dear sweet Javi! @yearofcreation2023​ The idea randomly popped into my head and it was just too perfect and this one was fun to write! And I just love Javi so much!! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post!

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As lavish as the Gutierrez compound was, your job was anything but. As a maid in the estate, it was your job to work behind the scenes to keep up that luxury appearance. It was far from a glamorous job, but it was a job you were grateful for. It wasn’t a hard job, and it was stable. You kept to yourself for the most part and it paid well. Plus, the views weren’t bad either…

With the sea as a backdrop, every view out any given window was stunning. The sun made the sea glitter beautifully no matter what time of day it was, and you found yourself staring out the window at times. But, there was something else that caught your eye often… or rather someone else. The head of the estate, and head of the Gutierrez cartel, Javi, was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His smile lit up the room more than the sun that beamed through the windows. 

“Do not address Señor Gutierrez, entiéndame?” Flora, the head of the household told you sternly on your first day.

“Si señora,” you replied meekly.

Her words rang through your head nearly every day, and you had to remind yourself of your place in Javi Gutierrez’s life. But, even though you weren’t supposed to speak to him, there was nothing against looking at him, especially when you thought he didn’t notice.

But what you didn’t know was that Javi snuck glances at you when you weren’t looking too.

From the day you started, Javi was entranced by you. His heart nearly stopped in his chest the first time he saw you, and he couldn’t help but linger at times to watch you while you worked. Some days it was hard for Javi to keep his expression neutral as he passed by you in the halls, especially when he had to meet with more dangerous people. 

It didn’t go unnoticed that you averted your eyes every time Javi passed by. But, he also was aware of the weight of your gaze when he wasn’t looking. Javi wondered if you felt his own gaze on you, or were you too busy with your work to feel it. Little did he know that goosebumps erupted on your skin whenever you felt his eyes on you.

The stolen glaces went on for some time before Javi finally decided to break the ice. He happened to come into the library where you were dusting, and he made sure not to make any noise. Javi watched with longing in his eyes as you stepped up the ladder to reach higher up. But, as the dust flew into the air, it made you sneeze, and you almost lost your balance.

Panic rushed through your veins as you felt yourself fall backwards and you scrambled to grab onto the shelf. But, you barely fell at all before a pair of large hands grabbed you and steadied you.

“Careful there, querida,” a soft voice rang out behind you.

You gasped as you grabbed onto the bookcase to steady yourself before you hard and found yourself face to face with Javi Gutierrez. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a moment to study his features up close, and he was even more beautiful than he was from afar.

“Señor Gutierrez,” you mumbled as your gaze dropped. Your skin burned as you realized he still held onto you.

Javi grinned brightly, “Please,” he let out a short laugh, “Just call me Javi.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it as you tried to find your voice, “T-thank you… For saving me.”

“No need to thank me,” Javi said softly as he finally released you.

The two of you locked eyes and time felt like it stopped. The sound of blood pulsing through both your veins felt like it echoed in the room even louder than the waves crashing out the window. The gentle breeze ruffled Javi’s hair, and you found yourself wondering that it would be like to run your fingers through it. But, your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his gaze dropped down to your lips for the briefest moment.

But, as much as you wanted to know what ran through his head, you heard a different voice in your head: Do not speak to Señor Gutierrez.

You cleared your throat as you turned back to the bookshelf, “I should get back to work,” your voice was hushed as you picked up the duster you dropped.

Javi couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face, “Do not let me interrupt you.”

“Señor Gutierrez,” you called to him as he turned to leave, “Thanks again.”

He smiled at you, “I will always come to your rescue, querida,” he winked at you before he left the room.

From that day on, Javi stole whatever moments he could with you. He liked talking to you, even if it took some time for you to finally carry on a full conversation. As the months went on, Javi found more and more that what he felt was more than just flirting. He was falling for you. And he was falling hard.

For now, though, Javi knew he had to be careful. Between the fact that you worked in the compound and Javi’s role as figurehead of his family’s cartel, he couldn’t take unnecessary risks. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and he certainly didn’t want to put you in danger if anyone found out how much you truly meant to him.

There were times when it was hard, though. Like, whenever Javi hosted a fancy party and you worked serving drinks. He couldn’t help the way his fingers would linger over yours when you handed him a fresh glass.

“Gracias, querida,” Javi murmured in your ear so softly that no one else could hear.

“Anything for you, Señor Gutierrez,” you replied as you were sure he felt how warm your skin was.

“Call me Javi,” he quipped back.

Although you didn’t answer, Javi didn’t expect you to. It became a routine for the two of you to end conversations like that. But, the look on your face told him all he needed to know. Javi noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. And it certainly didn’t pass him by the way your eyes fell down to his lips once more.

For now, Javi just nodded and raised his glass to you before you turned and went back to your duties. One day, the time would be right. Until then, Javi would just keep you close the only way he could, and at least you were close enough to be kept safe. 

*

Another night, another party.

You let out a deep sigh as you picked up all the discarded streamers from the party. It was a particularly crazy night, and most of the guests had too much to drink and got rowdy. It didn’t bother you, though since you got paid overtime to work the cleanup. You had gotten to the compound late as most of the guests were already leaving, but your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw Javi laughing and having a good time. 

But now, everyone had left and it was just you in a big empty room with only trash to keep you company. Or so you thought. 

“Would you like some help, querida?” a soft voice broke through the quiet in the room.

You gasped and jumped, startled by the sudden presence behind you. But, you instantly relaxed when you saw Javi standing there, “Señor Gutierrez,” you breathed.

Javi smiled brightly at you, lighting up the dimmed room and bringing the sun into the night, “Querida, how many times have I asked you to call me Javi?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as your skin warmed, “Javi…” You finally replied and finally caved into his ongoing request. 

“That’s better,” he dropped down to his knees next to you, “Now back to my first question,” Javi’s tone was soft as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath, “Would you like some help?”

Lost in his eyes, it took you several moments to answer. And you were sure he caught the way your eyes dropped down to his lips for a moment before you spoke, “It…” you cleared your throat as you found your voice, “It isn’t your job señ… Javi.”

“I know,” his kindness was reflected in his voice as he covered your hand with his and slipped out what you were holding, “But I want to help. And…” he paused, “I want to spend some time with you.” 

Your mouth dropped open and you were sure Javi felt the heat that radiated from your skin, “Uhh,” you stuttered, “Thank you,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze down, too nervous to meet his eyes again.

I will always come to your rescue, Javi thought as he let out a short laugh and helped you clean up in silence. The silence, however, was comfortable, and you never felt his warmth go far from your body. Soft rustling was the only sound in the room as you and Javi picked up together. It felt… normal… comfortable. As if the two of you were the hosts and you cleaned up after all your friends left. As time passed, Javi broke the silence with light conversation, and it only made the illusion stronger.

With Javi’s help, you got the space clean enough in no time, “I’ll leave the rest of the glasses for the morning,” you thought out loud, “I think that's it,” you turned to him, “Thanks, Javi.”

He reached out and gently cupped your face as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “You are welcome, querida,” Javi said as he stroked his thumb across your cheek. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned into his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and hold you tight. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt comforted by his touch. You were sure he could feel the way your pulse pounded through your veins, and when he whispered your name, you opened your eyes to meet his. 

“Javi…” you breathed, lost in your emotions.

The two of you stared at each other, lost in the other’s eyes. Slowly, you both leaned in close to each other, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javi’s gaze glance down at your lips. You trembled in his grasp, and part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. As his face got closer to yours, you felt his breath on your skin and it made goosebumps erupt on your skin.

But, just as Javi’s lips ghosted over yours, you suddenly got nervous and pulled back at the last moment. You cleared your throat as you mumbled an apology, “Sorry, I…”

But Javi didn’t allow you to complete the thought, “It’s late,” he interrupted, not wanting to hear your rejection, “Would you like to stay here for the night? I do not want you to be out this time of night.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “Are you sure?” you asked in a whisper.

Javi smiled softly at you as he brushed your cheek, “Anything for mi favorita,” he winked at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes went wide, “O-ok…”

“Come,” he stood and offered you his hand, “I will set us up by the fireplace downstairs and put on a movie.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied as you slid your hand in his. 

With a grunt, Javi helped you to your feet, and when your faces were only inches away again, your both froze. Your lips parted as your eyes dropped down to his lips again, and you saw Javi mirror your action. Together, the two of you stayed still for several long moments. Only this time, Javi didn’t try to close the gap, and instead cleared his throat and led the way.

*

“This is the most comfortable blanket I’ve ever used,” you sighed as you settled onto Javi’s couch. He let you use his shower and you changed into the spare clothes you always kept on the compound just in case.

“Only the best for you, querida,” Javi smiled at you as he poured two glasses of wine and turned on a movie, “I hope this selection is ok for you,” he sounded unusually sheepish as National Treasure started.

You returned the smile as you grabbed one of the glasses, “Only if it’s a double feature with both,” you raised your glass and waited for him to do the same.

Javi’s face lit up with excitement, “Of course!” he didn’t bother to hide his glee as he clinked his glass with yours, “Salud.”

“Salud,” you tapped your glass against his and you both took a sip before you settled in.

Comfortable and exhausted, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on Javi’s couch. As your body relaxed, you slumped over in your sleep and your head rested on his shoulder. Javi glanced down and his heart fluttered as he saw you sound asleep against him. Not wanting to disturb you… or move you… he adjusted himself so that he slung his arm around you and he held you tightly until he too dozed off. Neither of you made it through the first movie.

When the sun hit your face, you groaned softly as you yawned before you opened your eyes. Groggy from sleep, it took you a few moments to remember where you stayed for the night. But, you gasped when you realized that you fell asleep against Javi, and that he fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You shot up with a start, which woke Javi, “Querida!” he exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you breathed, “I just… I didn’t mean to…” you gestured around you.

Javi softened, “Do not apologize, querida,” he supped your face again, “It was a wonderful sleep… Even if we didn’t make it through the move,” he added with a laugh.

That put you more at ease, “I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime? And actually watch the movies,” you laughed as you suddenly felt more brave around him.

“I would like that,” Javi whispered as his gaze lingered on you for several moments.

Again, you felt captivated by his eyes on you, as if he cast some spell on you that froze you in place. But, it was something you were willing to cave to. And once again, you leaned in closer to him, your lips hovering just over his.

But, this time you were interrupted by the chime of the clock that made you both jump with a gasp. Your eyes went wide as you realized what time it was, “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “I’m late,” you looked at Javi, “I gotta go.”

Javi looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Go,” he said, “I will tell Señora Flora that you stayed late and not to punish you.”

You gave him a pleading look as you did something unexpected: you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, Javi,” you whispered before you scurried away, leaving Javi on the couch with a dumbfounded grin on his face.

*

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Gutierrez,” a sinister-looking man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, “We look forward to doing business with you,” he smiled darkly.

Javi and Lucas sat on the other end of the table, both on high alert. It was a private meeting, and you only stepped in briefly as they got started to offer drinks and refreshments. As you walked by the leader, he greeted you in Russian and gave you a smirk that made your skin crawl. You thought for a moment that he was going to try and reach for you, but Javi cleared his throat and got his attention before he could.

“We look forward to working with you too, Señor,” Javi didn’t sound like himself. He didn’t look like himself either. He kept a tough facade as a deep scowl shadowed on his face. But it only hid his true feelings, and he killed him inside that he couldn’t just grab you and hold you close, shielding you from these unsavory men.

The Russian looked over at Javi and gave him a nod before he turned his attention to you once more, “You certainly have very pretty help, Mr. Gutierrez,” he commented.

Everything in you told you to run, to slap him, to do something. But, you knew better, and all you did was nod once before you turned and left the room as quickly as possible. You felt the Russian’s gaze on you, but Javi also watched with great intensity. It wasn’t until the door shut behind you that you finally let out a deep breath. 

Javi kept his guard up the entire meeting, feeling even more on edge after the way the Russian looked at you. 

*

The next day when you arrived at the compound, you were immediately greeted by Javi. He looked like he didn’t sleep well, and it was clear by the look on your face that you didn’t either. Both of you were haunted by the encounter yesterday, and Javi had spent all night worrying about you. He wanted more than anything to keep you there overnight, scared that the Russians might find you. 

“Javi,” you exhaled, “Are you ok?”

Javi sighed your name with relief, “Come with me, querida,” he extended his hand, “I want to show you something.”

“But…”

“Do not worry,” he smiled softly at you, “I am the boss, remember?” he winked and suddenly all the tension and worry melted from your body.

“Ok,” you breathed as you took his hand, “Where are we going?”

Javi only grinned at you.

*

“Wow,” you breathed in awe, “This is…”

“Beautiful,” Javi finished your thought as his gaze never left your figure.

Javi had led you to his truck and drove you out into the cliffs, away from the compound, from your lives, from everything. The view of the sea was even more stunning from here, and the calm and the fresh air surrounded you. While you took in your setting and admired the views, Javi never took his eyes off of you.

“Listen, querida,” Javi started as he shuffled closer to you, “About yesterday…”

You felt like your heart was about to explode from your chest, especially when Javi looked at you like that, “Yes…?” 

Before he could voice his thoughts, the sudden sound of a gunshot from the distance made you and Javi jump. Another gunshot went off, and you screamed as the dirt only a few inches away from you blew up into the air. In the distance, you saw a truck with several men inside, all of them armed. Although you couldn’t make out their faces, you had a guess that they were the Russians that Javi and Lucas met with the day before.

“Hurry, querida,” Javi reached for you, “Take my hand.”

Everything happened so fast, you hardly processed it. Javi grabbed your hand and led you through the forest along the cliffs. The sounds of gunshots and shouts in Russian echoed through the wilderness. Javi weaved you both through the trees as the Russian yelled taunts at you both.

“You cannot keep the woman safe, Mr. Gutierrez,” a heavily Russian accented voice called through the forest, “We will find you, and kill you. And then she is mine.” 

The truck spun around and cut off the path that Javi and you ran in. He stopped short, keeping you behind him as they aimed their guns at you both. Thinking quickly, Javi grabbed you and launched you both down a hill.

You both grunted and shouted as you rolled down a short way before you landed in a clearing with a gasp. Javi groaned as he shook his head before he scrambled to his feet and grabbed your hand again, “Quickly, querida!” He yanked you forward as he led you behind a large boulder, “This will keep us safe for now,” he huffed.

“Javi, what are we gonna do?” you huffed, out of breath from running.

Javi stopped his frantic panic for a moment and corrupted your face with both hands, “Look at me, querida,” he waited for your eyes to lock with his before he continued, “I promise, I will keep you safe. Just trust me.”

You swallowed hard, “I trust you, Javi.”

“Good,” his lips pressed together firmly as his hair fell into his face. 

Javi kept you covered as best he could while he pulled out two things: his phone and his gun. You gasped when you realized he always carried it with him, and if the situation wasn’t so dire you would have thought more about it. But, another gunshot from the distance interrupted your thoughts.

“Lucas!” Javi shouted on the phone. He yelped as another shot rang through the air and hit the rock you currently used for cover. Without thinking, Javi pushed you down to the ground as he quickly told his cousin where to find you. “These fucking Russians,” he mumbled to himself as he tucked your head into his chest, “Stay down, querida,” Javi told you, “I promise I will not let anything happen to you.”

All you could do was cling to Javi’s shirt. You hated the helpless feeling and the fear that flowed through you. But, you also knew that Javi would keep you safe, and his strong arms around you was a comfort in the situation. You took comfort in the echo of Javi’s voice from earlier, telling you that he would always come to your rescue.

“There you are,” a thick Russian accent came from behind you and Javi.

You both gasped as you turned around and found the leader had found his way behind the rock and pointed his gun right at you and Javi. Javi hissed a string of curses in Spanish as he pulled you as close as he possibly could.

But, before the Russian could fire at you, a shot rang from behind him and he fell forward, dead.

“Do not look, querida,” Javi huffed as he blocked your vision. 

Your vision was blocked by Javi’s hand over your eyes, but you heard the shouts of Lucas and Javi’s security team. And the barrage of gunfire made your ears ring until suddenly silence filled the air. Just as quickly as it started, all the shooting stopped, and it wasn’t until Javi made sure that the area was clear that he finally loosened his grip on you.

“It's over,” he sighed as he looked you up and down, “You’re alright.” Javi looked around before he stood up and acknowledged his allies.

“Javi…”

“Come with me, querida,” Javi reached out and took your hand once more, “I want you to stay at the compound tonight until I know you will not be a target anymore.”

All you could do was nod as you followed Javi back into the safety of the compound.

*

You spent the rest of the day in a daze as you replayed the chase over and over again. Javi insisted you stayed in his bedroom, and even as you stayed in his large, luxurious shower for so long that the water ran cold, you knew he was just outside the door. Once you opened the door wearing nothing but a robe, you were immediately face to face with Javi, who looked more worried than you had ever seen him.

“Are you alright, querida?” he asked as he looked you over.

“I’m ok,” your voice was hushed as you sounded meek.

“Come here,” Javi rested his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit on his bed. Once you were seated, he looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen, “I’m so sorry, querida,” Javi’s face dropped, “They must have seen how much I care about you, and it put you at risk.”

“Javi…”

“I never wanted you to get hurt,” he continued, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes, “All I want to do is protect you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You froze. 

“I just…” he sighed, “I cannot lose you… Te quiero, querida,” Javi’s confession came from his heart as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. His hands on you stayed firm and you felt the tension in his grip.

The dam broke, and without a word you launched yourself forward and crashed your lips to his. Javi’s muffled moan vibrated between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you and immediately reciprocated the kiss. All the months of longing and lingering touches cumulated in his kiss.

Javi murmured your name as you both broke away for a breath before he yanked you close and kissed you again. This time, he swallowed the moan you let out as you both clung to each other as if you were both afraid the other would disappear. 

Neither of you were sure who moved first, but you both simultaneously began to tug at the other’s clothes. Javi stripped you more quickly, with only the robe covering your body, but you made quick work of the button down shirt and linen pants he wore.

As you yanked his pants off, you straddled Javi’s waist and pushed him down onto his back. All the breath was forced out of his lungs, but Javi never broke eye contact with you. He looked up at you like you were a goddess and he was just a lowly worshiper. But, Javi would worship you every day, every night, every moment he could. He would do anything for you. 

“Javi,” you breathed as you leaned forward, your folds rocking along his cock as you did so, “I love you too,” your voice was soft as your lips hovered over his before you closed the gap once more.

He mumbled your hand as he grabbed onto your hips, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of your body. Soft moans from both of you filled the room as you rocked yourself along Javi’s hardening cock until the desperation was too much for both of you.

“Fuck,” Javi hissed as the warmth spread across his whole body. 

You bit your lip as you lined yourself up with the tip of his cock and slowly sank down. A loud moan escaped your lips as he cock pushed into you, stretching you out so wonderfully. Both you and Javi let out a string of curses as his cock filled you more and more until your hips met his.

“Shit, Javi,” you breathed, “Fuck…”

“You feel so good, querida,” Javi groaned as he trailed his hands up your sides and pulled you forward for another kiss.

Slowly, you rocked yourself along Javi’s body, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you while his tongue tangled with yours. Javi’s arms stayed wrapped around you, too afraid to even loosen his grip on you while you rode him harder. 

“I am never letting you go querida,” Javi mumbled as your warmth engulfed him over and over again as you bounced on his cock, “I promise, I will never let anything happen to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Javi… Fuck,” you moaned against his lips, “I’ve thought about this for so long…”

“So have I,” Javi grunted your name, “Fuck… Let me feel you cum, querida.”

You let out a loud moan as your clit rubbed against Javi’s hips and his cock hit spots so deep inside you that you saw stars. You held onto his shoulders as you rode him harder and faster, desperately chasing your climax. Mumbled words of praise spilled from Javi’s lips as his own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Together, you and Javi came at the same time. Your bodies trembled against the other as you clung desperately while you rode out your climaxes. Loud moans and groans filled the room and skin slapped against skin until you lost all your strength and collapsed down on top of him.

Javi kept his arms around you as he rolled you over onto your side, slipping out of you in the process. You shivered as you felt a sudden emptiness without Javi’s cock inside you and you let out a soft whimper.

“I’ve got you, querida,” Javi whispered as he guided your head to rest on his chest.

You sighed contently as you felt his pounding heart against your body, “I know you do,” you murmured.

Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for some time. Javi tenderly stroked your back, and if it weren’t for your racing thoughts, you would have easily fallen asleep safe in his arms. But, between the attack and the heated confession, you had too much weighing on you.

“What happens now, Javi?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Javi let out a deep breath, “We have to hope the Russians did not get in touch with anyone else,” he sounded bitter, “But we have to assume that there will be others who will try to use you to hurt me,” he paused as he kissed the top of your head, “Do not worry, querida, I will never allow that to happen.”

You shifted yourself to look into his eyes, “I know you won’t,” you sounded confident, “I trust you, Javi.”

He smiled softly at you as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a soft and tender kiss, “No matter what, you will be safe with me.”

It was a promise, not only to you, but to himself. Javi had never cared about anyone the way he cared about you. No matter what the future held, there was one thing Javi was certain of: he would keep you close and keep you safe. But, the future could wait until morning. For now, Javi just wanted to enjoy this moment here in his bed with you in his arms. 

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

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

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

🔥friday night fever!🔥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

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

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

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

“Tell me.”

“Easy access.”

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Javi G Drabble: Getting a Car

A/N: This totally has sugar daddy vibes so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling. 

You thought you made yourself clear. You just want something simple. A reasonably priced car and your one request was that it had heated seats. You clearly remember in your head the discussion you and Javi had about it. 

Your lease was up on your previous car, and Javi insisted that he buy you your next one. After denying his request at least a dozen times, you eventually gave in. For Javi, one of his many ways of showing his love is buying you gifts. 

But now you’re at the dealership, and a car that looks like a tank with four wheels is pulling up beside you. At first, you think the salesman pulled up the wrong vehicle. But then Javi starts bringing you over to get a closer look at the beast, and you realize this is definitely the car he’s picked out. 

You stare at him, incredulous. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s your car,” he replies, beaming with excitement. 

You sigh. “Javi…this is something that military personnel drive. Not a woman in her twenties just trying to go get coffee.” 

He shrugs. “You said you wanted something that was safe and had heated seats. This is the safest car they have, AND it has all the comfort features you could ever want.” 

You shake your head, continuing to stare at the monstrosity in front of you. “It’s too much, hun. I can’t let you buy this for me.” You hate to hurt his feelings, but the car is way more than you were expecting.

He holds up in hands in defense. “Just let me tell you a little more about it okay?”

You can tell he’s thrilled with the car, so you let him rattle off all the features it has. Not only is the car bullet proof but it has electrified door handles to shock any unwanted strangers from trying to get in. As if that wasn’t enough, the car doors also have deadbolts. Your jaw drops the more he talks about it. How is this thing even available to the public? 

He can quickly tell you’re getting overwhelmed. He turns you towards him, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you in close. His warm brown eyes meet yours. 

“Listen, my love. I bought this because you are the most important thing in the world to me,” he explains. Your heart warms at his words. “The thought of something happening to you is unbearable. So, yes, this may be over the top but it’s the only way I can have peace of mind while you’re out driving.”

You smile at him, placing your hands at the back of his neck so you can pull him into a kiss. His grip tightens on your hips. Reluctantly, you pull away to meet his gaze. 

“Thank you for the car, Javi. I love it,” you tell him. 

He grins, kissing you again. “You can thank me tonight, baby girl,” he says against your lips. 

You give him a quick swat on the ass. “Naughty boy.”

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Movie Night | Javi Gutierrez X reader

Summary: Scary movie night with Javi.

Rating: super 18+++

Tags/warnings: smut, genitalia description, Javi is a fiend!

A/N: this is dedicated to my dear sweet kat (aka @guess-my-next-obsession ) who dropped this lil nugget in my ask box:

and it took me literal weeks to write, but here it is now just in time for spooky season! Enjoy!

“…I realized that what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply… evil.”

You scooted closer to Javi on the plush loveseat, tucking the throw blanket more securely around yourself. You weren’t scared of the movie, per say, but you were absolutely being put on edge by it. It was all Javi’s fault; he always went on and on about the importance of ambiance when watching a movie, and this evening was no different. The crackling fire in front of you paired with every light in the spacious movie room being turned off made for a particularly unsettling ambiance, especially for a “best horror movies of all time” marathon. You hadn’t told the man next to you that you actually hated horror movies- he was so excited about the evening and talked about it for weeks beforehand, and you couldn’t possibly kill that joy. So you toughed it out as best as you could, seeking comfort in his warm side.

“You’re not getting too scared, are you?” You heard him ask, his eyes not leaving the screen.

You shook your head. “No, not at all,” you hoped the lie sounded to him better than it did to you.

As the movie continued on, you found yourself steadily getting closer and closer to Javi, so much so that he took your cup of apple cider out of your hands and placed it on the end table next to him so you wouldn’t spill it in his lap. You tried your best to stay focused on the movie, but you were already a few scary films in, and your mind was wildly unsettled. Your brain was starting to play tricks on you, convincing yourself you were seeing moving figures in the open doorway in your peripheral vision. It started to get so bad that you physically jumped at a particularly gruesome scene in the movie, causing Javi to quickly grab the remote and pause it.

“Cariño,” he cooed, voice laced with concern.

You let out an exasperated laugh. “I’m sorry, I know I’m being a baby,” you rubbed a hand over your face.

Grabbing your wrist gently, he pulled your hand away to cup your jaw. “No, no. I think it’s cute.”

Rolling your eyes and snorting, you wrapped your arms tighter around his torso and snuggled into his neck. “I’m good, you can unpause it. I’ll just hide here.” Like this you could fully breathe in his expensive cologne tangling with his natural musk, the scents swirling together like a comforting blanket being pulled over you.

You felt his chest bounce as he laughed. You angled your neck to look up at him, meeting his warm eyes and that soft smile that made your heart melt. He shook his head, bending down to press a delicate kiss to your lips. You smiled against his mouth, your lips meeting once more. His kisses always made your chest light up- he was an impossibly good kisser. It was difficult to resist pulling him down to you completely and deepening the kiss into something more heated; so difficult, in fact, that you didn’t.

You slid your fingers into his soft curls and settled them there. Javi shifted his body slightly to get more of an angle on you, moving his mouth against yours slowly. His tongue slipped into your mouth, igniting a fire deep in your belly. You moved yours into his and they danced in harmony, both of you so familiar and in tune with each other.

One of his hands held the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair slightly, while the other slid around the curve of your waist to your back. You were putty in his hands like this and he knew it. He slowly moved your body down so he was almost on top of you, your upper back pressing into the arm of the couch. You hummed against him, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him against you more.

“What about the movie?” You asked coyly, pulling away and pressing your forehead against his.

Javi responded by burying his face into your neck and pressing soft pecks to it. When he reached that spot behind your ear, your breath sucked in sharply, and you felt him smirk against the sensitive skin. He swirled his tongue over the area and gave it several open mouthed kisses that had you softly whimpering, until you eventually tugged his face back to yours and sealed your lips again.

“The movie will be there, amor,” he said in between eager kisses. “Right now all I want is you.”

From its spot on your lower back, his hand grasped the hem of your thick sweater, pulling the forest green fabric up until you could shrug it over your head. Placing a kiss to the pillowy flesh left uncovered by your bra, he swiftly undid the clasp until you were bare. It never failed to impress you how quickly he could handle bra clasps; you’d dealt with many an ex boyfriend who struggled with them until you had to sigh and do it yourself. But the first time you’d slept together, Javi moved so swiftly you didn’t even realize he’d done it. It wasn’t something you expected from the walking ball of sunshine, but by no means were you complaining.

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, moving his tongue around it and biting just enough to make you gasp. He repeated the action on the other breast, heat pooling deep in your stomach. You swore he would be content like this all day, lavishing your breasts with sweet kisses and nips.

“Javi,” you breathed out, closing your eyes.

Speaking between kisses, he answered. “What is it? Que necesitas?” His face pressed to your sternum.

Scratching the back of his scalp, you looked down at him. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I love you too, hermosa. So much.” He kissed a trail down your stomach, stopping at your leggings. Hooking the top with his thumbs he pulled them down until you could shimmy out, then tossed the black fabric to the back of the couch. As the heat from the fire warmed your thighs you were suddenly made aware of how much clothing he was still wearing. Before he laid back on top of you, you scooted so you were sitting up more and reached for the hem of his own thick sweater.

“Off please,” you mumbled, moving quickly.

He assisted you by grabbing the white fabric by the shoulders and pulling it over his head, revealing his broad chest and soft tummy. You couldn’t contain your smile at the sight and ran your fingers over the light smattering of hair. Your fingers trailed up from his stomach to his arm to squeeze his thick bicep, relishing in the tense muscles there. You pulled on his shoulders until he smiled and moved back down to you, crashing your lips together.

His thigh wedged between yours and you found your hips rolling against it. The rough denim was delicious against your wet core, only covered by your now-soaked panties. As the two of you kissed for what felt like an eternity, he was finally the first to pull away.

“Can I take you on the floor?” He whispered in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.

Your cheeks heated. “What?” You asked breathlessly.

Javi licked the length of your ear. “You heard me, corazón.”

He stood from the couch then, holding his hand out to you. You followed suit, interlocking your fingers as he guided you closer to the fire so you could lay on the smooth faux fur rug in front of it. After a moment of adjusting- and Javi undoing his pants while you tried to control yourself- he held himself over you, looking down at you with something so tender in his eyes that you had to look away. He loved to do that to you- he was your sun, burning so brightly and radiating such warmth that you almost couldn’t take it. Almost.

He ran a hand over your thigh, reaching under to squeeze your ass before pulling his fingers through your now bare wetness. Sultrily he moved his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them before slowly lowering them back to your entrance and sliding his middle finger in. The long, thick digit curled within you and you let out a stuttered gasp, fire spreading across your hips. Javi repeated the action again and again, the pressure already building within you. Your breathing became heavy, eyes tightly shut while he brought you to the edge and back cruelly.

“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore,” you whined, speaking softly.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You let out a hard sigh, as if he pulled the air right from your lungs.

“Only because I love you so much.” He teased, reaching down and grabbing his cock to line up at your center.

Moving his arm so he was now bracing himself on either side of your head, he slid into you with ease. A grunted sigh escaped his lips at the sensation of your walls squeezing him so tightly, and you clenched around him even more. He sat this way for a moment, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, before you wrapped your legs around his body and pushed at his backside. As if a switch flicked on, he began moving at a firm pace, jostling you just enough to make your breath come out in short pants.

“Yesyesyes,” you whined.

It was difficult to focus on anything outside of his thrusts, cock moving so deeply within you your brain was turning to mush. He looked even more beautiful from this angle, soft hair hanging in front of his forehead and brown eyes locked onto yours. You cupped his cheek and pulled yourself up to kiss him, swallowing a loud moan from him as he began to move faster. He was moving at a nearly bruising pace now- all you could do was lay back and take it.

“So fucking tight.” He swore in between the sinful noises escaping him. It was a far cry from the Javi most people got to see, and you loved being the only one that got this side of him. He was passionate and fiery and almost animalistic. He was yours.

You clawed at his back as he continued pounding into you, hard enough to leave marks that you’d see them tomorrow. He never seemed to mind, though.

“Do you like when I fuck you fast like this?” Javi spoke with gritted teeth.

You let out a small cry in response, unable to find words as his cock went so deeply within you.

“Respóndeme.” He hissed.

“Yes,” you panted. “I fucking- oh my god,” you swallowed as you felt his thumb stroke up and down on your clit, the pace only slightly slower than the colliding of his hips into yours.

“I want you to cum for me, amante,” Javi’s voice was strained as he spoke, clearly teetering on the edge as well but holding back.

You loudly moaned, head pressing back into the soft rug beneath you. All you could feel was him, taking over your entire body until it was no longer your own.

“Do it, you’re right there,” he encouraged softly from above you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. “Oh my god.”

“That’s it,” he cooed, hearing your voice break as you finally flooded his cock.

You came so hard barely any noise came out; you could only writhe beneath him. Your hips rolled as you pulsed on his cock, barely even registering him spilling inside of you outside of his loud groan. Javi collapsed on top of you, your sweat mixing together and causing your skin to stick.

“You are way too good at that,” you laughed airily, stroking his arm with your nails.

He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “You flatter me too much.”

“Hmm, you think so? I don’t think I do it enough.”

You felt his cheeks move as he smiled against your bare skin. He sat this way for a moment before he pressed himself up, standing to stretch as you did the same.

“Let’s get back to the movie, amor.” He said with a kiss to your knuckles, helping pull you to your feet.

Letting out an overdramatic huff, you pulled your sweater back on.

“Only because I love you.”

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