#Javi G fanfiction

[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe aus 11/?

the one where javier gutiérrez dreads the moon. (insp)

[tightjeansjavi]

Congrats on being here writing for one year!!!

🦋Can I please request a little mini drabble for Javi G?

And since you know I love my little bad boi/soft boi - can you please make him a little naughty? He's not a big, mean man, but I think he can be spicy when he wants to be.

xoxoxo

Patti, anything for you my darling 💗

Thank you for taking my Javi G v-card ;)

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Tease

A/N: spicy, spicy, spicy! 🥵🌶️

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant comes with many perks.

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x f!personal assistant reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, power imbalance (boss/employee) reader is ballsy and bold, mutual pining, unprotected piv, fingering, teasing (like HELLA) seductress reader, noncon/dubcon (reader is naked in his eye-line on purpose) javi is respectful till he’s not, dom!javi, reader can understand Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions such as body type or skin color, no age gap (no mention of age) +18, minors dni!

translations:

¡Mierda! - Shit!

Querida - darling

Ten piedad de mí, joder - have mercy on me, fuck

Hermosa - gorgeous

Chica mala - bad girl

translations done by @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @yoongi-tangerine-22

Being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant came with…many perks. Javi was always a generous man, and even though he was your boss, and you knew it was shameful to be attracted to him, you couldn’t help it.

But what’s a girl to do with an assumed one-sided attraction? Tease the shit out of him till he simply can’t take it anymore.

It started off innocent, light touches here and there. Fluttering of lashes, giggles, and asking him questions about himself that did not pertain to the conversation at hand.

You loved to see him stutter over his responses and rub the back of his neck, or card his fingers through his luscious, soft curls.

He never acted upon his desires and urges. He always was respectful, polite, and boy, did that often drive you up a wall.

You were desperate to know what kind of man Javi Gutierrez was in the bedroom.

You started wearing revealing clothing around him. Short skirts, low-cut tops that had your tits practically staring him in the face. Flowy sundresses that allowed for easy access to your bare cunt.

He found you purposely bent over at times, with the seam of your pussy exposed—puffy, dripping a droplet of arousal like the sweetest fruit a man could ever taste.

Tempted by the bared fruit of Eden, he was. The urge was there, but never satiated. You were his assistant, and he was your boss. It would be shameful.

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The sun was hot, blistering, boiling on your skin. One of the perks of living at Javi’s coastal home, was your free access to his inground pool. As long as you did your job, you could spend your free time lounging poolside for hours.

Today you decided to spice things up a bit more than usual knowing the exact time that Javi would come down for his afternoon swim. You would be there, waiting for him.

At first, he didn’t notice your naked form sunbathing on your stomach, ankles crossed in a relaxed position on the poolside chaise lounge. His mind was elsewhere: a new screenplay idea.

He whistled, throwing his towel down on the chair beside you, stretching his arms above his head, giving you a tiny peek at the happy trail at the top of his very tight speedo.

Your sunglasses tip down over the bridge of your nose as you shamelessly drink him in. Salivating at the look of his bronzed, golden skin that you absolutely would love to sink your teeth into.

“Mr. Gutierrez, so nice of you to join me.” You giggle softly, waving your fingers in a teasing motion.

He does a double take when his eyes finally gloss over your naked body. His pupils expand, and he nearly stumbles over his two feet.

“¡Mierda!” He exclaims, covering his eyes and shaking his head. “Querida, why are you naked?!” The harmless nickname slips past his lips, his eyes going wide behind the cover of his hands when the realization hits.

“Aw, Javi! I’m your darling? Wow, you sure know how to get a gal feeling flustered!” You giggle again and slowly roll over onto your back, thighs falling open over the side of the lounge chair, just enough that he can see the outline of your cunt. “It’s far too hot to be wearing anything, Javi. My skin is absolutely boiling.” You said with a soft, airy sigh, letting your hand drift southwards to rest along your stomach. Inching—

Ten piedad de mí, joder. He thinks.

He doesn’t respond, feeling flustered as a hot flush spreads across his face. He averts from making eye contact with you and tosses his sunglasses onto his towel. You swear you hear him curse under his breath just before he dives into the refreshing pool.

Darn.

-

Javi finally loses his cool when the second draft of his new screenplay is rejected. He’s been so distracted with you and your antics that he hasn’t been able to focus! Well, he’s about to show you just how frustrated he truly is with you.

You don’t hear him approaching at first from where you’re bent over the sink, focused on washing the dishes and the song playing in your AirPods.

Your hips are swaying to the side, loose and flowy and from where Javi is standing in the opening of the kitchen, he’s practically burning holes into the back of your head.

Fucking tease.

He stalks forward, coming up behind you and nearly rips the earbuds from your ears, tossing them onto the countertop.

“Hey—” you start to say, losing your voice in your throat when you feel Javi’s palm slip between the apex of your thighs, fingers just barely brushing between the seam of your cunt.

“You’re a dirty fucking tease, querida.” He growls against the shell of your ear. His freehand yanks you back by your hip. He inhales your scent, familiar—his fucking cologne? “Naughty fucking tease. Are you—wearing my cologne?” He drags his fingers through your folds, gathering up your apparent arousal, sticky and wet for him. “Dripping all over the freshly washed tiles, hermosa.”

“Fuuck—” you whimper, pressing your ass directly against the growing bulge in his cotton shorts. Your head lolls to the side, falling back against his shoulder. “I’m your dirty fucking tease, Javi.” You spread your thighs further for him as he continues his ministrations, “Wearing your cologne, sir. Stole it from your room because I’m a bad, bad, girl. I wanted you to smell yourself on me.”

He nips at your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking harshly on your pulse point as he eases two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep. “Fucking always wearing short skirts around me. Those goddamn sundresses. Lost my mind when you were sunbathing naked, cunt on full display without a care in the world. You’ve made it so, so hard for me to keep my hands to myself, querida.”

“Javiii!” You whine, “please don’t keep your hands to yourself, baby. Please. Have your way with me, sir. I’m all yours.” You don’t give a flying fuck how desperate you sound for this man, you’ve been pining after him for far too long to care.

“Yeah? You think I should, hermosa? Think I should give you my cock? That’s what you want, right? You want my cock? I don’t think you deserve it, querida. Not after you’ve driven me up a fucking wall. Naughty little teases don’t get rewarded.”

He begins to shallowly pump his fingers, knuckle deep, curling them inwards. You can feel the bite of the cooling touch of his expensive rings against your hot skin. “Please, Javi! Give me anything—I’ll take whatever you give me! Your cock, your fingers!” You cry out.

“Yeah? You’re that fucking desperate for me, querida? You want my cock that fucking bad? Look at you, dripping all over my fingers…” he hums, pressing the hardening length of his cock against your ass. “You want me to fuck you so bad, little tease? Take my cock out then, hermosa. Fuck yourself on it.”

You waste no time to reach behind and blindly search for the waistband of his shorts. You let out a frustrating whine when he pulls himself back slightly just so you have to work for it a little harder. He hisses between his teeth, working his fingers inside of you faster when you finally pull his cock free through the opening of his shorts.

He’s heavy in your palm, tip weeping an angry bead of precum when you pull him back in just as he slips his fingers out. You're both a mess of breathy moans when you ease him into your wet heat, tight pussy hugging him like a fist as he bottoms out.

He’s thick, girthy, and it’s overwhelming to have all of him stuffed inside of you. It’s a delicious sensation: being stretched open by Javi’s cock.

“You’re enjoying this too fucking much, hermosa.” He keeps a firm grip on your hip, his other snakes around you, dipping between your thighs so he can thrum your sensitive clit. “Fuck yourself on it, chica mala.”

And so you do.

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[lincolndjarin]

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javi gutierrez x moviestar!reader - installment #1 of sparrow's spectacles

main masterlist - other spectacles - kofi

summary : you were an up and coming actress, javi is your biggest fan, he'd do anything to have meet you.

word count : 3.9k

warnings, tags : dead dove do not eat, !! dark fic !! mdni 18+, noncon, stalker!javi, kidnapping, capture, stockholm syndrome, m&f masturbation, sex toys, briefly mentioned periods, exhibitionism, voyurism, so much internal thought processing regarding readers situation, briefly referenced suicide, reader is undescribed other than briefly being mentioned as young in her acting career, in my head she's late twenties, probs other tags i missed sorry. tldr: you have spent so much time with javi against your will that you unwillingly start fantasizing about him and give in to destructive urges in an attempt to escape him, everything is bad here.

a/n : is this stupid and probably bad? who knows, i have a terrible sense of self judgement lately so i'm just gonna post this and hope it's good. also can you tell that i blatantly stole the set from You LMAO. anyhow this is the first installment of my little 'horror' series. but it's less horror and more just odd little stories i wanted to write tbh

Desk, bed, lamp, television, door, chair.

Desk, bed, lamp, television, door, chair.

Desk, bed, lamp, television, door, chair.

On days where you’re feeling particularly bored you list the things you can see. Unfortunately for you, your surroundings rarely change. Of course you could change that, if you asked him for something he’d give it to you, anything you wanted. Unless of course it was something he thought you could hurt yourself with or contact the outside world with. 

You didn’t often ask. 

Whenever you can have a conversation with him he always says the same thing. 

“If you stopped being so stubborn you might actually be happy.” 

“I would do anything for you.” “Then let me out.” “Anything but that.” 

“It’s not as terrible as you make it out to be. It isn’t an actual cage, it isn’t so bad.” 

So you don’t talk to him unless you have to. 

But some days you’re just so painfully, agonizingly, bored and you can’t help yourself. So you scream at him, or you pound on the unyielding plexiglass, or you hold your hand up against it, hoping he’ll touch the other side and you can briefly imagine yourself having physical contact with another human being. 

Sometimes you’ll even play his games. 

You’ll read the scripts he slides through the small square opening in the cage that can’t be more than a foot wide, and act out scenes with him simply because it gives you something to do and for fucks sake you’re desperate for something to do. It’s so easy to get caught up in him, if it wasn’t so easy you’d probably let yourself do it more often, thankfully, it’s so fucking scary. If you spend too much time in the box you’re worried that eventually you’ll forget that you aren’t a doll and you'll grow to like your box. So you do your damndest to maintain a wall between the two of you, but when that wall is glass it is destined to break eventually. So you scream and you fight until you get tired, and then you let the walls down as you rest, before returning to your struggle. And everytime you let the walls down they take longer to put back up. 

At the end of the day it never matters how you treat him, he loves you all the same. 

Even on days where you scream your throat raw and throw your furniture against the walls, if you ask him to get you takeout from your favorite restaurant, or watch a movie with you, he always will. You asked him about it once. Why didn't he just make you do what he wanted? Why didn’t he just make you obey? He had looked genuinely offended, as if he couldn’t believe you thought him capable of such a thing. 

And he told you that he loved you.

More than anything. 

That you were his most prized possession. 

That he would never do anything to hurt you, it would be like if he were angry and he threw a priceless vase, the only person it would hurt is himself. 

You had nodded as if he was making any sense and you’d turned back to the movie he’d picked out. 

You were a vase. 

You were a collectible. 

A priceless, collectable. He kept you in perfect condition and never took you out of the box. Not even to play with you himself. A small, rather demented part of you, is starting to wish that he would. Of course you don’t want him to force himself upon you, you aren’t that far gone. (Yet.) But it’s been so long since you’ve touched another person. You would give your left arm just to be held. If your calendar serves you well, it’s been just over two years since you last saw someone who wasn’t Javi. 

And Javi wouldn’t touch you. 

Not ever. You were too perfect to be defiled in such a way. He would sometimes hold his hand against the glass when you held up your own, he even kissed you through it once. (Although it had been rather awkward and neither one of you ever talked about it again.) But he never touched you. 

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d met Javi in a social setting. He is rather handsome, and though you hate to admit it, when he isn’t leering he’s almost charming. 

Almost.

Everyday you slip further into the fantasy where Javi does something to break up the monotony. Is that his goal? To make you so desperate for human connection that you eventually snap and beg him to touch you? You shudder as you wonder how long that would take. After the first year you stopped wondering what would happen when he got bored of you. You know deep down that that will never happen. If anything his devotion  for you only continues to grow with each passing day. If it’s possible he probably loves you more now then he did at the start of your stay here. Despite everything he takes care of you, in his own strange sort of way. 

Like how he tracks your cycle, always making sure you have anything you need on those days. Sometimes he even knows it’s starting before you do, he’ll bring you baskets with blankets and candy and any other little trinket or gift he saw that made him think of you. 

Jewelry, little plush toys, and books. Anything to try and make you feel anything other than the misery that constantly loomed over you as you waited for his next visit. He never goes more than a few days without seeing you and he always apologizes when he does. He returns with your favorite shampoo or lotion to make it up to you, but it never really changes how you feel about him. It’s nice to fantasize a world in which you enjoy your only source of company but you’re careful to never let that fantasy bleed into reality. 

If he were actually your partner you’d have locked him down ages ago. A part of you knows that he doesn’t want that kind of relationship with you though. He doesn’t want a girlfriend, you’re much more than that. You’re more like a goddess in a cage to him than an actual human being. A beloved pet bird. It’s clear he feels something more than simple love for you. It’s a devotion, a conscious effort to worship you. 

You are to be kept in pristine condition. 

Of course that doesn’t mean he can’t look. 

Two and a half years. 

That’s how long it took for the looking to escalate into something more. You were watching a movie. 

50 First Dates

You had picked it out, Javi liked action movies but would never complain when you wanted to watch a rom-com. You were on your bed, curled up under the blankets in a hoodie and sweatpants. You haven’t worn makeup since he took you, you rarely brushed your hair, you never put much thought into your appearance, and Javi wouldn’t give you a mirror. 

You had one, a long time ago. Within the first week you’d smashed it, threatening to slit your own throat if he didn’t let you out. All that resulted in was you no longer being allowed to have breakables. Plastic cutlery and paper plates were wordlessly passed to you from that point forward.

You had been watching in silence, he sat on the couch outside the cage like he always did and it wasn’t until you heard a shuddering groan that you turned around to see him kneeling beside the cage, one hand pressed up against the glass, steadying himself, the other wrapped around his cock.  

You were frozen in place. 

What are you supposed to do in that situation? 

You watched, slack jawed as he took his time. His gaze made you feel naked, like he could see through the layers of blankets and baggy clothing. 

He had looked you in the eye when he finished. Briefly staring wide eyed before his eyes squeezed shut and with a long, drawn out moan and a strained cry of your name. His cum painted the glass and before you could form any sort of response he was already stuffing himself back into his pants and standing. You want to say something, anything. Something to hold him accountable for what he just did, but you can’t think of anything, and he’s already leaving. 

Before you can even blink he’s gone, without so much as a glance in your direction. And you’re left alone, in the lamp light, unable to escape the sight of his filth on the glass. Covering your head with a blanket as you waited for it to be late enough for the power to cut out and leave you in a safe, and comfortable darkness. 

A part of you hoped that the white speckles would be gone when you woke up but you weren’t that lucky. 

You faced away from that wall, with your head buried in a book until you looked at the clock and knew it was almost time to face him again. When he returned he had an aura of shame around himself, his arms were full of grocery bags and his eyes were red rimmed and teary. 

“I’m so sorry- I just- I love you so much, I don’t know what came over me.” If this was a normal relationship and the two of you had maybe gotten into an argument or something you would have forgiven him. After all he looked genuinely remorseful as he stared at you, going through the bags before setting down several takeout containers with labels you recognized. He had gone out and gotten all your favorites. Your favorite fast food place, as well as a high end chinese restaurant you loved for special occasions, and a clear plastic case with a slice of your favorite flavored cake from a small bakery near your apartment that you frequented. (You’d never asked him to get you anything from there before, you’d never even mentioned the place to him.) 

Through his mumbled apologies he set down your favorite bubble tea flavor and a water bottle. 

He had passed everything to you through the opening in the cage with trembling hands as he sniffled. Once you had everything he sprayed the drying remnants of his release with Windex, pulling several paper towels off the roll and wiping it until it was as if it never happened. By the time he was finished his cheeks were red and big tears rolled down his face. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Before you can stop yourself you’re comforting him, as if he’s the victim in this situation. 

“It’s not okay, I don’t want you to think that that’s why you’re here.” He mumbles sadly, letting his forehead hit the glass. Through your disgust for your own words you sense something else.

Opportunity. 

The only chance you’re going to get for escape involves him unlocking the door. Something he hasn’t done since he put you in here in the first place. You’ve tried in the past. Not often, there weren’t very many chances, you had everything you needed here, running water and a bathroom, any other sustenance was provided by him through the little opening. There was so rarely an opportunity, and when there were he always anticipated your plans before you got to put them into motion. But you’ve never tried deception. You think you would have, considering you’re an actress but it had never crossed your mind until just now. You can’t half ass this though. If you decide to do this you will get one chance to do it right. 

Go big or go home. 

“No really, it’s okay. It’s sort of… flattering.” His face drops the second you say it and regret starts creeping in. You’re going to die here. He’s going to keep you here until the day you die and no one will ever know what happened to you. A young starlight, taken out in her prime. 

“It’s not, it’s disgusting.” He tosses the paper towels away, sniffling to himself as he stands with his hands clasped in front of him, swaying anxiously back and forth. You take a seat on your bed across from him, fighting the urge to put your hand on the glass. You don’t want to lay it on too thick, he’ll see right through that. 

“It’s fine, it’s- it’s natural.” You’re struggling to find the right words that make it feel real. At one point you were a rather talented actress but you’re out of practice. “Seriously. Especially from you. It’s really sweet.” Fuck, are you doing too much?

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he chews his lip as he stares at you, you can tell he’s skeptical. He should be. You so rarely speak to him and when you do it’s never to be kind. 

“Actions speak louder than words.” 

Someone said that in a movie Javi picked, you had sat and let him read the scene to you afterwards. 

He wants an actress, you can give him that. You can perform, as long as that’s all it is. If it’s a performance you can keep your wall up. You stumble off the bed, your legs feeling like jelly as you pull open the drawer on your nightstand. 

This plan feels stupider by the minute but you need to commit.

He didn’t gift you sex toys the way he did with other little things to make you happier. But they were always just sort of there. In their original packaging, shoved in your nightstand drawer with a few batteries he’d left as well, they’d been here when you woke up in the cage. You doubt you’ll be able to relax enough to do this without a little help, and you have to be convincing. If you aren’t believable he’s unlikely to trust you in the future. If you fuck this up now you’ll never get another chance. 

It’s a pale pink rabbit. You’d probably never buy something like it for yourself, it looks… expensive. The silicone is smooth against your fingers as you rip open the packaging, twisting the base open to pop in two batteries. Rushing in an attempt to not lose your nerve. When you gather your courage you risk a glance up at him, just fast enough to watch his tongue dart out and wet his lips.

So he does want this. 

Good. 

Pressing the button on the toy makes it buzz to life.  

Okay. 

This isn’t so bad. It’s just masturbating, if you do this for him you can take advantage of the obvious attraction he has for you. Even if it doesn’t work immediately, eventually this ends with him letting you out, or at the very least letting himself in, which is all you need. 

So you get back into bed, and you lean on a stack of pillows before really focusing on him. 

And you ask him the question he didn’t bother to ask you.

“Is this okay?” You hope the trembling in your voice comes off as endearing. 

His throat bobs as he nods. Maybe he doesn’t mind that you’ve been laying it on a little thick. Maybe you’ve denied him your affections for so long that he doesn’t want to risk rejecting any advance from you. No matter how out of the blue it seems/.

You push your sweats down to your ankles before kicking them off the bed. No time for embarrassment or regret now, if he senses hesitation none of this will be worth it. He’s moved to be sitting on the couch directly outside the cage now. His knees pressed together as he sits with his hands in his lap, looking almost comically polite. 

No sense putting off the inevitable. 

It’s been a while, there’s a camera in the corner of the cage so you don’t masturbate often, and when you do it’s late at night, once the lights are off and you can hide under your blanket. You can’t do that now though, that would defeat the purpose. 

You leave the toy off as you shove it down the front of your panties. Pressing the soft head of it against your slit, finding it surprisingly easy to tease your entrance with it. 

Are you wet? 

It’s been a while, that’s why. 

Javi certainly hasn’t wasted any time. If he were sitting any closer he’d be fogging up the glass, his hand is shoved down his pants, his face already flushed red. His usual rigid posture is lost as he leans back into the couch cushions, refusing to tear his eyes off of you. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you push the toy into you, holding back a gasp as you swallow. At least it feels sort of good. Good enough to make you wish you’d swallowed your pride and used this before today. 

Your body moves instinctually as your free hand reaches forward to push your panties down and turn the vibe on in one motion, the silicone attachment pressing against your clit as you press the toy deeper into your pussy. It’s a little too easy to relax suddenly. Javi now slowly strokes himself, his cock in his hand, looking painfully hard as he squeezes the base of his shaft, almost as if he’s scared of blowing his load too soon. 

Good. 

The less time it takes the better. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you angle the toy, letting the tip of it brush against your g-spot and drawing an authentic moan from you. Fighting the urge to cover your mouth in surprise, you repeat the motion. The combination of sensations making your toes curl and your back arch into the mattress. 

“Fuck-” Your voice catches in your throat, your fingers twitch against the button to turn the vibrations up a level. 

Once you find your rhythm it’s easy to forget about the nerves and what’s at stake. It’s easy to get lost in the sensation and the sight of Javi shuddering as he gasps. It’s easy to focus on the attractive parts of him for a brief moment, to make things easier. And it’s easy to wonder if his cock would feel better than the toy that hums and makes your body tense up deliciously. 

It’s actually terrifying how easy it is. 

It’s enough to make you horrified for just a split second. He wasn’t lying when he said you could be happy if you stopped fighting. Twisted into the pleasure you’re feeling is something else. Relief. Relief for the peace you find when you stop fighting him. You could feel this good all the time if you wanted, you and Javi could have your favorite food for dinner, you could watch your favorite movies, and act out your favorite scenes. 

You could feel good. 

You could have nights like these where you watch him jerk off his pretty, thick cock and know that someone loves you enough to take care of you like this. You could let him buy you pretty things and toys that make you feel so so so good. 

And that thought terrifies you. 

If you stayed in this cage you would eventually become entirely complacent. 

It might not be tomorrow, or next week, or next year, but eventually.

You will be happy to flutter about your cage once you’ve forgotten how to fly. 

His pretty little bird. 

It’s your orgasm that snaps you out of that living nightmare. You hadn’t even realized you’d still been fucking the toy, pleasuring yourself to that little daydream. This wasn’t a good idea and you shouldn’t have done it but it’s too late for that now especially when you’re groaning out his name as you remove the still buzzing toy, now slick with your wetness. Javi’s eyes are wide as he clearly can’t hold back any longer as he dirties his shirt and pants with his own release. 

As you quickly reach for the toy, turning it off, you pull your panties up in a hurry. Maybe you should push your luck and ask him to come into the cage now. A sense of dread is settling in your stomach as you realize that you can’t be here much longer, who knows how quickly you’ll crumble if you keep letting yourself do this. It’s best to make this a swift process where you don’t have any more time to sink into the hell that is acceptance of these four glass walls. 

You’re about to do it. About to tell him that he should join you, that it would feel better for the both of you if he was in the cage as well but you don’t get a chance to as he zips his pants back up.

“Go to bed, when you’re asleep I’m gonna leave you a gift.” He stands abruptly, giving you a reassuring smile before pressing his hand up to the glass. You don’t hesitate to crawl up the length of the bed and press your own to his, it’s brief but you can feel the connection here. 

This is just the beginning. 

After today you’ll put more effort in. You’ll make it happen and you’ll make it happen fast. You can put the time and effort in, it’s not like you have anything better to do. You’ll convince him that it’s real before you lose yourself entirely and when the day finally comes where he opens the door you won’t waste the opportunity. 

You’ll leave your room. 

You can figure out the logistics of it later but for now you take the sleeping pill he slides through the opening every night he visits. You don’t usually take it but you need sleep and this will be easier if he thinks you’re compliant. With a sip of your drink the little pill goes down and your eyes close. 

And you dream that you’re a bird, flying through a blue sky.  

You sleep better than you ever have before in the cage. 

Until you wake, the lamp being on is the only indicator you have that it’s daytime. Your hair stands on end as you sit up. He was here. Things have been moved, little things, noticeable things. Your empty drink is tossed in the bin and it smells of cleaning supplies. He doesn’t ever come inside the cage, that goes against everything he tells you. Your head is spinning as you try to figure out what’s different. How long were you out? The pills have never made you feel this fuzzy before on the rare occasions that you’ve taken them, you do your best to focus but it’s difficult when everything’s so muddled. So you do the one thing you know will clear your head and you list the things you see. 

Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.

Something’s wrong, different. 

He said he was going to give you a gift. What the fuck did he do? Did he leave it in here? Was it too big to fit through the opening? Is that why he came into the cage? 

You don’t catch it immediately, but there is a note taped to the inside of the glass. 

I knew you’d learn to be happy : ) 

See you tonight.

Love, Javi 

You look back around the room, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.

Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.

Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.

Oh. 

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lost in translation (j.g.)

masterlist

pairing: javi gutierrez x translator!reader

desc: when filming an ad campaign in tokyo, javi is a fish out of water. thankfully, you're there to help him translate, and explore with him off the clock.

He squinted against the harsh glare of the lights, the crew being reduced to a bustling mass of shadow. Sticking a finger into his too-tight collar, he tried to ease himself of the feeling of suffocation. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t…” Javi muttered, wide brown eyes peering up at the director. 

Smatterings of Japanese and English left the director’s mouth, accompanied by some gesticulation as he struggled to communicate. Javi felt warmth creep up his cheeks, embarrassed at his own lack of fluency in Japanese. 

He should’ve at least picked up some vocab, he thought, fiddling with the smoking jacket the costume team had conjured up for him. He was only in Tokyo for a couple of days to film an ad campaign for a whiskey company, but it would’ve helped. Especially in situations like this exact moment, where the director’s words seemed to jumble and dissipate beneath a shroud of mystery. 

“Sorry I’m late!” 

You didn’t sound sorry. 

Your words were flippant and bored, your face not betraying an ounce of apology. Cool and calm as the unbroken surface of a lake. You flounced into the studio, and your figure came into focus, the studio lights haloing your figure. His saviour. 

He felt a little ridiculous in your presence, dressed like a child’s guess of what a “cool guy” would look like. Perched in a velvet armchair that seemed to swallow him up, his fingers nervously played with the neck of the glistening bottle he was meant to convince viewers all over the world to buy. He was parched, strangely uncomfortable. Even the prop whiskey seemed enticing, though it was probably just some watered-down coffee. 

You stuck out your hand. 

He stared at it. It was a nice hand. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed, realising you meant for him to shake it, not just stare at it in blind adoration. He took it. “Sorry. I’m a little… overwhelmed.” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed thickly. 

“Performance anxiety is normal. Not everyone possesses the massive talent needed to pull off a whiskey commercial.” You joked, laughter bubbling in your throat. “I’ll be your translator today. Hopefully that’ll help.” 

His eyes widened, hand tightening around yours gratefully. “You’re my hero.” 

“I know.” You smiled. “I’ll need you to let go of my hand now. I feel the director’s eyes burning into my back.” 

Javi looked up, watching as the director switched between glaring at his watch and at the two of you. 

“Oh! Yes. Sorry.” He exclaimed, slipping his hand from yours.

The director began firing off directions, which you quickly translated. Simple instructions. Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Deliver the line. 

“Action!”

Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Pour a shot. Pour a-

He was unable to tear his eyes away from you. His eyes tracked the line of your silhouette behind the camera, admiring the smile that blossomed across your face as he caught your eye. You giggled at his deer in the headlights gaze. A stupid smile spread across his face. 

“Cut!” 

The director mumbled a couple words in your ear, and you headed to Javi’s side. 

“Sorry about that.” Sheepishly, he raked his hand through his tousled brown curls. “I guess I’m just…” He admired your smile. He loved your smile.  “Stumped.” 

“Tough, huh? A real challenge.” 

“Don’t be cruel.” He laughed. You loved his laugh. The endearing crinkle in the corner of his eye. 

“Sorry.” You grinned. “Say the line like… you’ve invited an old friend over for a drink. He’s an emotional drunk, so he’s pouring his heart out to you. So, you’re talking to him with enough warmth to comfort him, while being dismissive enough to let him know it’s getting late and you kinda want him to leave.”

He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “That’s… specific. But I think I get what you mean. Did the director tell you all that?” 

“I may have taken some artistic liberties.” You batted your lashes, feigning innocence.

“You should be a director.” 

“I know.” 

With your artistic vision, filming wrapped after a few more takes. You were pulling on your coat when Javi strode over to you, pushing past the production assistants that flitted and fussed around him. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You teased.

“My massive talent helped me pull through.” 

That earned another smile from you, and he felt the urgency to not let you slip through his fingers nag at the back of his mind. 

“So, um… I was wondering, are you doing anything after this? I was thinking of getting a drink…” 

“So you need me to translate your order for you?” You deadpanned. 

“Oh!” His heart thrummed in his chest, his tongue stumbling over the words he struggled to form. “I mean, I could always pay your rate as a private translator if it’d take too much of your time-” 

“Nah.” You chuckled, amused by his flustered state. “Free of charge. How could I resist those puppy dog eyes?” You quipped, voice overly saccharine as you ruffled his hair. He smiled, in spite of himself. 

“As long as you take off that horrible coat. Come on, we’ve got a train to catch.” You called over your shoulder, leaving him to hurriedly shed his costume and hurry along after you. 

“Crowded, huh?” He whispered. 

“A little.” You mumbled, pressed against his chest. 

You swayed against him to the rhythm of the train, forced to be in close proximity due to the packed rush hour crowd. 

“I don’t usually get this close with guys I’ve just met, by the way.” You muttered, another crush of passengers entering the cabin and pushing you even closer. “Consider yourself lucky.” 

“The luckiest.” He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart, which was pounding in his chest. 

The train doors shuddered open, and you wrapped your hand around his, squeezing through the doors and rushing down the stairs. He laughed as you sidled through the crowd together, breaking out from the dull train station onto the street. 

It was like breaking through water. He took a deep breath of the cool, thin air, the night dark and slick. It had been raining, and every surface was dewy, neon lights glinting off the wet, black pavement. 

“This is the first time I’ve been anywhere outside of my hotel room and the studio since I got here.” The confession hung in the air, whisked away as the chatter of passerby whipped by, people rushing past him as he stood still, agape at the scene before him. 

“That is such a shame.” You muttered. He thought you wouldn’t have heard him. But you did. 

“Why are we still holding hands?” 

“It’s the first time you’ve been outside of your hotel room and the studio since you got here. You could get lost. I’m just keeping you safe.” You said. 

He kept his eyes glued in front of him, but he could hear the smile in your voice, clear as day. 

“Do you want to let go of my hand?” His eyes tracked the buildings that seemed to shoot up into the sky, the bright billboards that flashed on them. 

“No. Not really.” You said. 

“Keep me safe, then.” He grinned, squeezing your hand in his. 

“What do you want to drink?” You drummed your fingers against the bartop, eyes skimming the labels of the many bottles on display. The bartender stood before you, polishing a glass with little to no enthusiasm. “Highball?” 

“I can never look at whiskey again.” Javi groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget the corny one-liners about whiskey he was forced to learn for the ad campaign. 

“Saké it is.” 

“Can I ask you what may be an invasive question?” He took a sip, relishing in the bite of warmth that travelled through his chest. 

“Ask away.” 

“Which hotel are you staying at? Or do you live here?” 

You burst into laughter. 

“God, you had me nervous. That’s not that invasive.” 

“Well, I don’t know!” He laughed, raising his eyebrows. “It might be invasive to someone.” 

“An invasive question is like…” You wracked your brain, and he tried not to fall in love with the pensive look that descended over your features. “What colour is your underwear?” 

“I’d tell you if I were wearing any.” 

You barked out an outraged laugh, making a show of pretending to shove him off his barstool.

“You’ve gone past invasive to gross, but I’ll let it slide. To answer your question, I’m staying at The Laurent.” 

His eyes widened, arm freezing in the middle of delivering his drink to his lips. “You’re kidding. That’s where I’m staying.”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “Must be fate.” 

He stared into your eyes, finding it hard not to get lost in them. “Must be.” 

“We’ve been in that hotel for almost a month.” You sighed, exasperated. “But, I’ve been thinking of staying permanently. I’ve been looking for apartments. No luck so far.”

“We?” Javi asked, knowing he was teetering on the precipice of something, standing on the edge of a cliff. 

“Me, and my boyfriend.” You mumbled. His heart plumetted. Falling, falling. “Soon to be ex.” Soaring, soaring. Like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. “He doesn’t know I’m thinking of staying here. Without him. Am I the worst person in the world for not telling him that?” 

Am I the worst person in the world for being happy you’re dumping him? Javi thought. 

“Not at all.” Javi said. 

You may know him, actually.” You winced.

“I would?” Javi’s eyes widened in surprise. 

You muttered his name into Javi’s ear, and it took all he had not to shiver as your warm breath fanned across his cheek. 

“Dieter Bravo’s manager, right?” He said, registering the name. He pictured the last time he had met him, drunkenly waltzing around an afterparty with his arm around a woman who was definitely not you. “He’s… a character. At least you’re getting a free hotel room out of him.” 

You grinned.  “It’s a lovely hotel room, really. Spacious, especially when he’s out in meetings, or making calls to his ‘talent’.” You curled your fingers sarcastically. 

“You saying Dieter isn’t talented?” Javi chuckled. 

“Well, he’s not you.” 

The cans of coffee tumbled from within the vending machine, hitting the bottom with a loud thunk. 

You stooped down to grab them, handing one to Javi. The blue fluorescent square of light displaying the various canned drinks illuminated his profile, his honeyed brown eyes partially hidden by  shadow, his curls curving over his forehead in possibly the most endearing way known to man. 

“Do you get bored up there, when your soon-to-be-ex is out at meetings?” Javi asked, watching as you wicked condensation away from the can. He nodded toward your hotel from your spot in the parking lot. 

“Terribly.” You said, punctuating the word with the pop of the can’s tab as you cracked it open. 

“Give me your room number. If I’m ever going out, you can tag along. Translate for me.” He tried to disguise his nerves beneath a veneer of calm. 

“Hourly rate?” You smirked. 

“I could give you a cut of my ad campaign cash.” 

“10%?” 

“5%.”

“8%.” 

“5% and a lifetime supply of whiskey.” 

“Fuck it. Let’s make it pro bono.” 

“How kind.” He smirked, emboldened. “Now, what about that room number?”

You rifled through your bag, producing a marker from the cluttered depths. Plucking the cap off with your teeth, you scribbled the number on his palm.  

“1111.” He read aloud, cocking an eyebrow as he let out a chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d be able to remember that?” 

“I’ve just always wanted to do that. It’s like we’re in a movie.” 

The two of you laughed, the sound echoing into the quiet night. It was as if you were the only two people on earth. 

“1111.” He sighed, tracing a finger over your handwriting, etched into his skin. “An angel number.” 

“You believe in angels?” 

“‘Course I do. I’m talking to one right now.”

[popcornforone]

Flying High

A Javi Gutierrez Fic

Day 26 of Pedrotober (Vanity Fair Prompt)

Masterlist

I know it’s meant to be the cover from this year with Colmon I do… but all I saw was the word vanity & I knew what I was doing. It had to be Javi G in that pink jumper, doing what Pedro did. So I’m having my moment peoples, let me & my sunshine do this.

Synopsis:- you keep getting distracted on your flight home while trying to read the latest addition of Vanity Fair.

Word count:-1050

Warnings over & above:- joining the mile high club, sex in public, fingering, promising of more sex, teasing, swearing, alcohol, see our sunshine & sweet loyal Javi can be naughty when he wants to be.

Thanks as always for the ready peoples. I’m sorry @norththelemon & @alyssamariag that I broke the rules for this one, but I think you understand why.

The Vanity Fair lie detector test

Conducted for the press junket of the new Nicholas Cage blockbuster The Compound, written for the screen by Oscar winning screen writer Javi Gutierrez

Javi Gutierrez is willingly giving this information & have been fully briefed.

What’s your full name?

Javier Gutierrez Blanco

Are you aware this is a lie detector test?

Yes

Are you a screen play writer?

Yes thanks to my best buddy Nick Cage

Are your wearing a pink jumper?

Yes it’s actually cherry blossom pink.

Let’s start off with some film stuff, is it true your favourite film is Paddington 2?

No but it’s third, it makes me feel like I can do anything, it’s so sweet & humble.

Did you like Paddington before watching the movie?

Kind of, I never read it as a kid, but I’d seen a few bits about it in London.

What is the worst Nicholas Cage film?

There isn’t one (buzz) okay it’s The One Man Army, but not for Nick it was just a weird story, he did the best he could.

Do you think your friendship with Cage is real?

Yes

Does Nicholas?

I hope so

This is your third film that you’ve written for Cage, would your write for anyone else?

One day I’d like to, but we have a good partnership why break a winning streak.

Is it true you have a shrine to Cage?

No (buzz) wait I hadn’t finished, I have a whole room of his memorabilia. I like to sit on the sofa in there & watch Con Air. I’m proud of it, which is why I wanted more than a shrine.

What does he think?

He says it’s a bit creepy but he likes a few bits in there. He hates the sequin pillow.

You put down the article at that point, as Javi leans over you & kisses you on your private jet back to Majorca.

“Baby we’re almost home, time to put that magazine down”

“But I’d only just started reading it Javi” you protest but don’t protest more kisses. “& it’s a big deal to be the lie detector article for Vanity Fair, especially as your referenced them in the last film”

“Think that’s how I got the interview” he takes the magazine away & starts to stroke your thighs. He knows you’re nervous when it comes to landing. “I don’t mind though, it was fun todo & once we get in the car you can finish the rest of it, but it won’t take long before we are back at our villa”

“Oooh home sweet home”

“Bed sweet bed”

“Sexy hot sex”

“Hmmm thought we had some of that earlier” he whispers.

You’d joked as you got on the private Jet from New York that you didn’t see the point of the mile high club. You wondered who would want to have sex in an airplane toilet, the smallest space in the world that wasn’t comfortable & very unsanitary. Javi had laughed at you.

But after dinner was served & the staff went to go & watch whatever film they wanted on the flight back, Javi pulled the curtain to his section.

“Javi what are you doing?” You asked & then your jaw dropped as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“No awkward toilet for us baby” he put on some soft music & turned the plane lights to light purple. His chest magnificent once it was exposed. “Come on baby aren’t you curious?”

You rode him like a champion, caressing your breast as he poured one of those small bottle of champagne over you before he licked it up. Your clit, swollen. His penis in a vice grip so firm. You heard them turn the movie up in the other part of the plane, you were moaning Javis name so much. He wasn’t exactly quite thrust up into you, looking at how well you took him. As you lay on top of him after it was done, the turbulence sign came on & Javi laughed.

“Guess the mile high club really does make your highs longer.”

Now as you come into land another couple of hours later & he strokes your thigh you sit there & breathe.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here”

“I know Javi, & for once I actually feel kind of calm”you still take a few breaths.

“Really”

“Yes cos if this plane does crash as we land, you will be found with my panties in your pocket” you giggle & thrust his hand into your trousers, that thumb finds your clit instantly. You don’t care that some staff might see. Javi will pay them for their discretion.

“Damn it baby” he says, before he nips on you your earlobe. He whispers deeply. “What do you think will land first the plane or your orgasm”

“Me” you whimper. “Your pilots good at flying baby, but you make me higher than the clouds. & I ain’t coming down”

He picks up the pace. Your hands grab the arms of the chair as you moan, your lip almost splitting as you bite it trying to keep it all in.

“Is my señorita gonna squirt in her designer trousers?” He says he’s now unzipped your trousers so a finger is also inside you. “Sounds like your almost there baby feels it too” he’s rapid. You just feel friction & pleasure & can no longer keep the noise down.

“Fuck Javi, yes yes fucking yes” it’s so loud that as you cum & soak his hand & your $1000 trousers, that neither of you notice the not so smooth landing. His eyes to busy looking at your face in complete ecstasy as you cum. Your bright red & panting. Your knuckles white from the grip of the chair.

“Hmmm so needy beautiful” he says as his hand that wasn’t pleasuring turns your face to look at him & then he kisses you passionately a you pant. Those lips still taste as sweet as the first time you kissed.

“Javi… I”

“Baby I’m gonna dismiss the staff so they can go get some food, I can’t lever you hanging here, when your ready to experience more”

“So much more Javi” you mumble & rest your head on his shoulder as he removes his hand.

“My head is always high in the clouds when it comes to making love with you”

[yomi345345345]

Hey guys! Just wanted to inform you that i'll be off from tumblr for two weeks! Javi G, c u in Mallorca soon...

[4ever-feral]

Your life with Javi Gutierrez💛💐

[absurdthirst]

What A Difference A Day Makes {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral sex (male receiving), cum play, pregnancy, hormones, mentions of cheating, stalkers, kidnapping, angst, forced c-sections, mentions of murder, medical trauma, childbirth, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex

Comments: Life is fantastic. Your fiancé is incredibly sweet and his writing career has taken off. With a baby on the way, everything is perfect. Until him hiding a small secret from you alters life completely when an unhinged woman kidnaps you to take your baby, and your spot in Javi's life.

🚨🚨DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT - This story contains dark themes of kidnapping, attempted murder, forced c-sections🚨🚨

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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You smile as you admire your fiancé. The way the morning sun shines onto his face as he remains asleep. You woke up before him, needing to pee, and you noticed the way his cock is hard, laying on his tummy, and you couldn’t resist. He fucked you last night, leaving both of you to fall asleep naked, but you want more of him. You reach down, pushing the sheet lower so you can wrap your fingers around his cock. He grunts, making you smile, and you lean in to kiss along his neck. He groans, still asleep, and you love how he twitches in your grip.

Javi doesn’t want to wake up but he had to. The most wonderful feeling is wrapping around his cock and he knows what it is without even opening his eyes. “You are insatiable, my love.” He rasps out, his normally soft voice rough with sleep and he turns his head, seeking you out before he even looks at you. The curve of his lips is loving and he is always enchanted with how you look first thing in the morning. “Do you need me to fuck you again?” He asks. “Did I not do it right last night?” He is joking, you had screamed his name and nearly collapsed against him in pleasure but he likes you to admit that you just need him.

“You know you did it right last night.” You tease, kissing his jaw, “I need you again though. It’s the hormones. Have me horny for you all the damn time.” You chuckle softly, continuing to pump his cock. You love how he looks when he just wakes up, hair all over the place.

“Hmmm.” His eyes slip back closed and his head tilts back slightly, exposing his throat and the lines of his neck in pleasure. “Those hormones of yours do keep my cock busy.” He jokes. “Though it was my cock that made your hormones go crazy.”

You giggle, leaning in to kiss along his throat. “That too. It’s like an endless cycle.” You murmur against his skin and you can’t wait any longer. You let go of his cock, giggling when he whines and you straddle him, reaching down to notch him at your cunt so you can sink down onto his cock. “Fuck baby. Always so damn good inside of me.” You moan, placing your hands on his chest. Your bump makes it impossible for you to lean down and kiss him nowadays.

“Bonita.” Javi groans, reaching up to hold onto your thick waist, even thicker now that you are growing his child inside you. Life is perfect for him, the movie with Nic has led to two more movies. The last one, where he met you, was his favorite. It had brought the love of his life to him, a chance meeting on set by one of the actresses led to flirting, to dinner and now - eight months later - to this. “You look so good. Like an angel.”

You look down at him, knowing your hair must be a mess and your bump is huge but he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. You start to move, working your hips up and down so you sink down onto his cock, grinding him deeper inside of you. You’re addicted to him lately, unable to get enough, and it’s frustrating that he has to dedicate time to write his latest script. You’ve been out of work since you got pregnant, Javi insisting that you stay at home, and you’ve been nesting, turning his bachelor pad into a family home perfect for welcoming your son when he is born. “I love you.” You murmur, cupping his cheek and your heart flutters when he turns his head to kiss your palm. You start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips and you are close but you need his hands. “Can you rub my clit, babe? Just need a little more.”

“Whatever you need.” Javi promised, cock twitching deep inside your tight walls as he slides his hand across the roundness of your belly. He loves you like this. The ‘oops’ became his fondest joy when he realized you were not upset. He can take care of you while you are pregnant, he wants to take care of you. To keep you safe. His thumb presses against your soaked clit and he groans. “Someone is needy, amor. Do you want to scream my name again?”

You nod, loving how he expertly touches you, knowing exactly what you need. “Yes. Yes. Always do, my love. You - you are always so good to me.” You pant, rocking down and using his chest as the leverage you need to pick up the pace, his thumb pressing against your clit just right. “Fuck Jav. I - I’m gonna-” You choke as you clamp down on his cock, so easily worked up nowadays due to your pregnancy. Combined with the gorgeous man beneath you, you cry out his name as you cum around his cock.

Javi groans out your name, loving how you fall apart for him, he stops rubbing your clit, just holding his thumb against it while you quake with pleasure. Wanting you to ride it out completely before he moves. “Muy bonita, amor.” He hums, caressing your side.

You love how he’s looking at you and you shift off of his cock. “Want you to cum down my throat for me baby.” You shuffle down the bed between his thighs. You grip his cock, bending down on your knees to take him into your mouth. His groans of protest make you chuckle and you pull off of his cock to look up at him. “How do you wanna cum? Want me to jerk you off? Cum on my tits and bump? Or you want to fuck me?”

He bites his lip, pulling you up off his cock. “I want to cum on your tits and bump.” He confesses, knowing that it will be sexy to you. Since you’ve been pregnant he’s loved painting your skin with his seed. Marking you like he obviously has. He loves seeing you wear his cum. “Please baby, want to see you covered in it.”

You nod, shifting to lay down and he scrambles to kneel between your legs. You reach for his cock after you spit into your hand, pumping his length just how he likes. You love the way he’s looking down at you, his hungry eyes taking in your body. At first, you were worried he wouldn’t like the changes your body has gone through but he loves it, admitting he has discovered a pregnancy kink. “Cum for me Javi. Want you to cum on me.”

He owes you so fucking much. He had been so lonely here. Determined to make it in L.A. and not go back to Spain, he didn’t want to deal with the family business left in shambles. He wasn’t a violent or confrontational person. He just wanted to make movies. Coming here, meeting you, it has been amazing and he doesn’t regret it for a moment. You allow him to explore sexually too, being an amazing lover and not making him feel foolish for his want for affection. “So fucking beautiful.” He groans, brows furrowed and his toes start to curl. “I’m not- I’m gonna cum, baby.” He warns you, just like he always does. Groaning when he feels his balls pull tight and you smirk at him right before his cock explodes, coating your tits with the first hot rope of his cum.

You smile, watching him as more cum coats your tits and down to your bump. His jaw clenched as he cums and you work him through it until he’s gently batting your hand away. You are painted with his seed and you can’t resist swiping your finger through a streak to bring it to your mouth, sucking off the salty essence.

“Fuck, fuck you’re so good to me.” Javi pants, a dopey, happy grin on his face as he tries to catch his breath. It was an amazing wake up call. “Lay back, bonita. I will get the rag to clean you up. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He wants to take care of you, to make sure you have everything you need while you are carrying his child and thankfully, you let him fuss.

“I’m always hungry.” You joke, “and thirsty. Your baby has me craving the Spanish omelet you make.” You bite your lip, watching him shuffle off of the bed to grab a rag for you. 

“I can make you that, amor. You want some tea?” He asks and you nod, heart fluttering when he tenderly cleans you up. He’s so sweet and yet he’s fiercely protective over you, especially since you’ve been pregnant. His popularity has grown exponentially since his second movie and he has fans now, especially since he went on Jimmy Fallon to promote his new movie with Nic. 

“Thank you.” You shift to stand up, waddling slightly since you’re nearly eight months. “I love you.” You murmur, kissing his jaw while you take the rag into the bathroom to put it in the laundry basket. You need to pee and brush your teeth before you get ready for the day.

“I love you too.” Javi grins at you before he turns to grab some boxers to throw on. He can’t remember if the housekeeper is coming today or tomorrow and he doesn’t want a repeat of three months ago when she walked in on him pouring you a bowl of cereal naked. “I will go get started on your tea and omelet, amor.” He calls out, smiling to himself. He can make you breakfast, get you set up and then work for the rest of the morning on his newest movie idea. 

Once you’re dressed, you head into the kitchen to find Javi just finishing up breakfast, and your stomach twists at how hot he looks cooking for you. “Thank you baby.” You kiss him softly when he sits down beside you at the kitchen counter. You take a bite of the omelet, groaning softly and the baby kicks his approval inside of you. When you have a few bites, you grab the mail sitting on the side, going through it and you see your name on an envelope with no address. You frown, opening it to see a piece of paper, blank except for “see you soon x” on it. “Javi. Do you know what this is about?” You don’t like it. A chill running down your spine and your instinct tells you it’s about Javi. Maybe he’s cheating on you.

Javi looks over at the letter and his eyes widen, quickly reaching out and snatching it from your hand. “Nothing, amor.” He stammers slightly. “Just something that I was thinking of. A surprise for you.” He shakes his head and laughs, grabbing the rest of the mail before you can look through it. “They must of been mistaken because I decided not to do it.” His lie is flimsy but he goes with it anyway. “You have your tea, so I need to get to work, okay?” He rushes around the counter and kisses your forehead before speeding out of the kitchen. 

You frown, watching him rush off, and immediately you’re suspicious. You had no reason to think that Javi is cheating on you until now. He’s sweet and kind and everything you have been searching for in L.A that seems impossible to find in most men. He’s handsome and successful and you realize that a lot of women would offer him her body for the chance to step up the ladder in the industry. You’re not stupid but you had hoped Javi wasn’t the type, especially when you’re pregnant. 

You push the omelet away, suddenly not hungry, and decide to go for a drive. You need to get out of the house and think. You scribble a note for Javi to find when he’s come out of his office and after cleaning up, you leave the house, needing to get some air. 

“Shit.” You huff when you see your tank is nearly empty so you drive to the nearest gas station, getting out to fill up when a woman approaches you. “Oh look at you. How far along are you?” She asks and you smile, caressing your bump. “Nearly eight months.” You tell her and her smile turns into a smirk, immediately making your smile fall. “Perfect. It’s time.” She announces and surges forward to push a needle into your neck. Your mouth opens to scream for help but it’s too late when you pass out in her arms.

****

“I am telling you it is a threat!” Javi hisses on the phone, angry that his manager is not taking him seriously. “It doesn’t have a post mark, it had to be from the same woman!” There is a secret that Javi has been keeping from you. There have been a series of disturbing letters being sent to his manager and his offices. Talking about how she loves him and they need to be together. That she is the perfect woman for him. Later expressing her extreme displeasure for learning that he was involved with you. There had been a vaguely threatening and ominous tone to the letters, so Javi hadn’t told you about it. Not wanting you to be stressed while you are carrying his baby. Now she’s putting letters in the box, which means she is close by. “I don’t like this at all!”

“Calm down Javi. It’s probably just someone trying to throw you off your game. We had this happen a few years ago with an actor. He was in line for an Oscar and his damn ‘arch nemesis’ was sending letters to his house and our offices.” His manager practically rolls his eyes at how childish it was. “It will stop. I promise you. It’s just a prank.” His manager assures him. “Now, get back to work. The producers need a new ending asap.”

Blowing out a breath in frustration, Javi disconnects the call and crumples the letter in his hand. He needs to talk to you. Tell you to stay inside and he will get more security around the house. “Amor!” He opens the office door and walks out, looking in the living room for you, normally around this time, you are watching one of your shows that you have been binging. “Amor? Where are you?” He moves through to the kitchen, heart dropping when he sees the note on the counter, “shit!”

Javi immediately rushes back to his phone, calling you, but it goes to voicemail. He tries again, and again, but you don’t answer. He’s panicking now, trying to remember the log in to the location tracking you had opted into, both of you trusting each other so you never check it but it’s good for emergencies. He curses, hating that he can never keep the same password, but eventually he logs in and sees you on the highway, heading out into the desert. He frowns, confused and he tries calling you again. This time, the phone is answered. 

“Hey baby. I wondered when you’d call.” A female voice answers but it’s not you.

Javi’s heart drops into his stomach, pulling his phone away to make sure he hadn’t misdialed but it’s your name on the screen. He says your name cautiously. “Where is she? Let me talk to her please.” He tries to keep his voice neutral, not wanting to upset whoever is on the other end.

“She’s currently asleep right now. Pregnant women need their naps.” She tuts, “don’t worry though. She won’t be a problem for much longer.” 

Javi’s blood runs cold. “What do you mean?” He asks, trying to remain calm. 

“Didn’t you read my notes? I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long. You’re - your writing just speaks to me. I love it. I love you. I want to be with you Javier.”

“I- that sounds interesting.” He murmurs, searching around frantically and he finds his iPad on the kitchen counter and rushes towards it. He will text his manager. “I can meet you, where are you? I always love meeting fans.”

“I don’t want to be just your fan. I want to be your wife. She’s not good enough for you. She doesn’t love you as much as I do. I would die for you, baby. So I’m gonna solve your little problem. I’m gonna get rid of her but…I - I can’t have kids and I desperately want you to be a father so I’m going to cut the baby out of her. Now, I know you’re worried about your son but it’s okay. I’m a nurse. I can figure it out.” She promises Javi, making it clear that this has been planned out.

“Mierda.” Javi’s blood runs cold and he swallows harshly. “No, uh, don’t- I mean, our baby should be born at a hospital, no?” He asks, typing desperately to his manager to call the police now. “I always imagined being there for the birth of my son. I want to - to cut the cord.” He opens the tracking app on your phone and watches as the icon moves on a deserted road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. “Let me be there, for our son.”

She sighs, “I don’t want you to change your mind about us, honey. She needs to be gone. I don’t want her to interfere with our new life. If you want to be here, you can, but only - only if you promise to let me do my job.” 

Javi nods, “I promise. I won’t change my mind. I just want to be there for the baby. Our baby.” He manages to push the words out of his mouth, to say what he needs to say to save you. 

She hums, “fine. I’ll text you an address to meet me at then I can bring you to the house. I have her drugged up so she won’t feel a thing. If anyone is with you though baby, I’ll know and I’ll drive away and they’re dead. Both her and the baby.”

The call disconnects and Javi starts to panic. “Shit! Shit!” His hands shake as he dials his manager. “The crazy bitch has my fiancée!” He shouts as soon as she picks up the phone. “She’s going to cut our baby out of her! She says she wants to be with me. But I can’t - tell me the police are on the way!” He had sent the manager the coordinates and the log in for the tracking app, giving her access to give to the police.

****

You wince, head throbbing as you try to open your eyes. You are on a bed and you groan when you try to sit up. “You’re awake.” 

Your eyes suddenly widen, looking over at the woman from the gas station. “Who the fuck are you?” You ask, heart hammering in your chest. 

“I’m Javier’s wife. Or I will be once I get you out of the picture. He’s gonna be mine and we will raise your baby as ours.” She says, like she isn’t insane. 

“You crazy bitch.” You bark out, shaking your head, “Javi doesn’t even know who you are.” 

She chuckles, almost mockingly, “oh he does. I’ve been sending him notes for months now. Didn’t you get my letter this morning?” She asks, tilting her head and you inhale sharply, remembering the note she sent. You thought Javier was having an affair. Turns out, he was being stalked. 

“I - he wouldn’t want to be with you. He loves me. Our baby.” You retort and she scoffs, “I can’t have kids. He’s used you to get pregnant. So we can have our family.” 

You shake your head, not believing her. You need to get out of her. “I, uh, I need to pee. The baby sits in my bladder.” 

She nods, walking over to unlock your wrist from the handcuff she had attached to the bed. “Any funny business and I’ll just kill you. I can get the baby out before he dies too.” She warns and you swallow down the sob that wants to work its way up your throat. You make your way to the bathroom, peeing while you check for any windows. There aren’t any. “Shit.” You hiss, wondering how you’re gonna get out of here.

***

“Yes, Javi- God I’m so- so sorry.” His manager chokes out, horrified that this is happening. It will put a fucking halt on the screenplay and they are locked into a contract. Plus there’s the not so little issue about Javi’s fiancée and baby. She’s not a heartless monster who only thinks of business. “I told you that-“ The phone beeps and Javi pulls the phone from his ear. 

“Fuck- she’s going to pick me up from the house.” He hisses, looking at the small dot on the map where your phone is. “Fuck, the police need to get there!”

****

You sob, the reality of this situation hitting you and you cover your mouth when she knocks on the door, telling you your time is up. There's no lock on the door so you open it up, stepping out into the house again and she's standing there waiting for you. 

"Come on." She grabs your arm and you don't struggle, knowing you need to be smart. 

"Can I get something to drink? I'm thirsty." You tell her and she shakes her head. 

"No. You can't eat or drink before the surgery." She says and you frown, "surgery?" With a chuckle, she looks over at you, "the c- section silly." 

Your eyes widen and you try to get out of her grip. "No. No. It's - I'm not even eight months. He isn't ready. I - I can't - you can't -" You choke, eyes darting around the room as you try to find an escape. You scream for help, "you can't have my baby. You - you fucking psycho." You shout at her and she shakes her head. 

"I can and I will. I have the equipment to keep him healthy. I've been watching you for months and I'm sick of waiting for my baby. For Javi. I'm impatient and I'm ready to start my life. I was going to kill you that day...the day you had the flat tire. It would've been so easy to kill you but then I watched you find out about the baby. I can't have kids, you see, and I so desperately want Javier to be a father. So here we are." She explains.

"Please don't do this. Please - not the baby." You sob

****

Javi is tearing his hair out, torn between racing to the safe to grab the guns there and driving like a maniac to the blip on the screen to save you himself, and staying put in case she still has you in the car. The police are on the phone with him, the urgency of the situation finally resonating and he’s on FaceTime with his manager and the police. “Hurry.” He chokes out, shaking his head. His phone is gripped in his hand and he presses the button to call your phone again. He needs to make sure you are okay. “Where is she?” He hisses when the phone goes to voicemail. “Are they there yet? What’s taking so long?” He demands frantically, nearly in tears. 

****

The woman, whose name you still don't know, has had enough of your shrieking, and she grabs you, sticking you with a needle again. "Fucking silly bitch." She huffs and decides to go ahead and prep you for surgery. She only has so much time and she doesn't have time to pick Javi up so he can be here. She has to get started. She works fast to prep you, washing herself up and doing what she has witnessed in surgeries she has attended but she's never done this before. Taking the scalpel, she cuts across your belly, eager to get to the baby with zero regard to your health.

****

“Mr. Gutierrez, we are two minutes from the location.” 

Javi barely hears the police officer in charge of keeping him appraised as he paces in the kitchen. “I should have warned her. I should have hired private security.” He had grown lax since he had come to America. In Spain, at his compound, you would have been safe. “GO FASTER!” He screams in frustration, terrified of having you ripped from his life like everything else.

****

The police are at his house and have the body cam footage on their iPad so Javi can see what is happening. The police break the door to get in and the first thing they hear is a baby squawking. “Police!” They shout and walk into the room that’s been used as an impromptu operating room. You’re on a table, cut open and blood is everywhere while she holds a tiny baby in her gloved hands.

“Oh god.” Javi feels like he’s about to throw up. “Help her.” He demands, his voice choking up as tears spill down his face at the violence of the scene in front of him. He’s never liked blood, even in movies, but this is horrific. “Help her!” He wails, collapsing into a torrent of broken and incoherent Spanish as the idea of losing you becomes his stark reality.

The police tell the woman to put the baby down and hold her hands up. She shakes her head, “no! You can’t take my baby from me! He’s mine. My husband will be here soon. Please, listen to me. She stole my husband. She deserves to die.” She says and the police move fast. Careful of the baby in her hands, one officer takes the baby while 3 others restrain her. 

“Get the paramedics in here now.” The officer orders, having had an ambulance on arrival. She is screaming, begging Javi to help her and the paramedics rush in as she is taken away. The baby is carefully carried away for immediate medical care and the other paramedics work on helping you. All while Javi watches helplessly and unable to do anything.

“Please, please help her.” Javi sobs, dropping to his knees in front of the iPad and watches in horror. “Please.” He doesn’t pray but he is praying now for a miracle. “Where-“ he chokes out when the screen shows them swiftly lifting you onto the gurney and immediately starting to roll you out of the room. “Where are you going?” The police officer responds with the hospital they are taking you to and Javi scrambles to get to his keys, needing to meet you there.

When Javi arrives at the hospital, the nurses tell him you are in surgery. The baby is in the NICU for monitoring. “Would you like to see your son?” The nurse offers, trying to calm Javier down after he came sprinting into the hospital. Javi nods, swallowing harshly and his eyes sting from the tears he’s cried. He follows her through the hallways until she opens the door and points to the incubator. “You have a son, congratulations.”

Javi stumbles forwards. Sobbing at the sight of his son covered in tubes and attached in wires. Unable to hold him because he was ripped out of your body in such a cruel way. “Mi hijo.”he murmurs, frowning and shaking his head. It’s not right that you aren’t here, that you aren’t cooing over him. 

“Mr. Gutierrez, what do you want us to put the baby’s name-“ 

Javi shakes his head. “No. We- I won’t name him until she can be there.” He chokes out, remembering how you said you wanted to decide after seeing his sweet face. “He needs to be with her.” He demands suddenly, turning back to the nurse. “As soon as she’s out of surgery. He needs to be in the room with her. Their own private room.”

The nurse nods, knowing that she shouldn’t allow that but you’ve been through enough. Javi reaches into the side to touch his son’s tiny hand and he chokes when the baby grips his finger. He doesn’t know how long he stands there until the doctor finds him. “Mr. Gutierrez, your fiancée is out of surgery. She’s in recovery. She lost a lot of blood so we did a transfusion and she - the woman who cut her - did it too deep and with the wrong tools. We tried to repair but…but in the end we had to perform a hysterectomy. She will not be able to have any more children.”

Javi closes his eyes, Devastated that you have lost the ability to have more kids. It was a joke that you would have ten more. Not that he cared about it as long as you were alive, but he hates that you don’t have the choice anymore. “I want to see her. Now.” He demands when he opens his eyes again. “The baby too. Both of them. I need them together. Please.” He begs the doctor, feeling like he has to be able to have both of you where he can keep an eye on you. He almost lost you at the hands of a madwoman.

The doctor agrees, knowing better than to argue with a man who nearly lost everything. He is escorted to your room, the baby pushed alongside him and situated in the room where you are unconscious still. “They are alive, there is still a long road ahead but they are here.” The nurse reassures him after she checks on you and leaves, letting Javier walk over to you.

“Shit.” Javi drops into the chair beside your bed and picks up your hand, limp in his. “This is my fault, amor.” He moans, hating himself for not protecting you. You are so still and he knows you will be wrecked when you learn what happened. “I should have warned you. I thought she just- she wanted me. They told me it wasn’t unusual to have obsessive fans. That our security we had was enough.”

Javier sits there for another twenty minutes, just silent except for the baby’s oxygen going and your machines beep as you wake up. Blinking and wincing are the harsh hospital lights. “Ja-” You try to croak out his name but your throat is so dry. 

“I’m here, hermosa. I’m here.” He says, inhaling deeply as he stands to hover over you. 

You try to figure out what’s going on, your hands shaky as they find your stomach. It’s now flat and you start to panic, your machines going crazy. “Baby.” You choke out as it comes back to you. The psycho woman and how she was going to cut your baby out of you.

“He’s safe.” Javi rushes out to assure you. “He’s safe, he’s right here!” The machines start to alarm as your pulse and blood pressure sky rocket with anxiety and panic. Alerting the nurses who come pouring into the room and push him out of the way so they can see to you. “I’m here, amor!” Javi promises, looking over their shoulders and trying to catch sight of you as you start to struggle and fight against him. “Our son is safe! You are safe!”

You hear his words and force yourself to calm down, not wanting to be sedated again. You pant, your entire body feels like it’s been hit by a truck and you slump back onto the bed. “Javi.” You call, needing him when the nurses tell you to keep calm, you need to relax. You inhale deeply, gripping Javier’s hand when he comes to stand beside you. “Where is he?” You ask, your heart in agony when you think of your son. 

“He’s here. He’s in an incubator and he’s healthy but they are monitoring him since he’s early. He’s so beautiful, amor. He’s perfect. She didn’t hurt him.” Javier promises and you tilt your head, wanting to see the baby. 

Javi watches you cry as you look over at the baby, his own tears a product of guilt and relief that both of you are okay. “He is here, amor. He won’t be taken from this room. I made them put you together.” The doctors had been understanding and assured him that the baby would be tested here if need be. Javi chokes out a small sound. “I am so sorry, amor. I should have protected you.”

You shake your head, squeezing his hand. "You didn't know." You choke, "how could you - you have known?" You sniff, feeling Javier wipe your tears with his free hand. 

"I - the letter you got this morning...it was from her. I've been receiving them at the office and I - I didn't think she knew where we lived until you opened the one at the house." You stare at him, mouth open in shock that he knew about her to some extent. You let go of his hand, feeling a little betrayed that he didn't tell you.

Javi reaches for your hand again, his heart cracking when you pull away from his touch. “Sweetheart, I didn’t - I didn’t want to worry you.” He rushes out to explain. “You were carrying the baby. They said it was probably nothing, I didn’t want you to worry.” His eyes are pleading with you to understand but you won’t even look at him. “I didn’t know. I just - she was obsessed with me. I didn’t know she would attack you.”

"You didn't tell me, Jav. How - what else haven't you told me?" You choke, wondering if he's been keeping more secrets from you. 

He sits down, inhaling deeply, and he's trying to accept that you will hate him after this next thing. "The doctors...she didn't cut you open properly and they - they tried to fix it but they couldn't so they...they had to give you a hysterectomy." 

You inhale deeply, barely even able to process the news before you burst into tears, sobbing again. That woman has taken so much from you. “Go away.” 

The words freeze Javi’s heart and he immediately starts to tear up again, knowing he’s going to lose you and his son over a woman who he hadn’t even known. “Amor-“ 

“Go away!” You scream through your tears, making his face scrunch up to try to stop the wall of tears that start flooding out of his eyes. “I don’t want you here.” 

Javi lurches out of his chair, unable to say anything and he knows it won’t make any difference. This morning he had woken up with the perfect life and now it’s destroyed. He pushes out of the door and stumbles down the hall to collapse against the hospital wall, sobbing as he sinks down to the ground. 

You sob, mourning the children you can never have and you know, deep down, that Javi couldn't control this woman giving you a botched c-section but he could've told you so you were aware. 

The baby starts to cry and you stop yourself sobbing, pushing yourself to get out of bed despite the absolute agony you are in, barely able to move but you make it to the incubator and look down at your son for the first time. He looks just like his daddy. "Hey, my little love." You coo, tears still running down your cheeks as you reach in to caress his tiny hand, sobbing when he grabs your finger. You wish Javi was here but he's gone and you don't know if he will come back. You shouldn't have sent him away but you need time to process.

Javi sits outside the door, broken but unable to leave the hospital. He can’t, he can’t leave you. Not after everything that happened. He knows you are inside that room, safe with his son. Tears dried, and he could do nothing but just sit on the floor, staring at the door to your room in hollow eyed agony. He’s fucked up more than he ever had before and you hate him.

You sit there staring at your son for as long as you can until the nurses come in to offer you food and check on you and the baby. The doctor comes in and tells you that tomorrow they will take the baby off of oxygen to see how he does. If he’s breathing on his own, you can hold him. “What do you want to name him?” She asks and you bite your lip. 

“I was going to name him with Javi. We were going to decide together.” 

The nurse comes over to you and lays her hand on your shoulder, “he’s been sitting outside for hours. He hasn’t left you.” She announces and your heart flutters, knowing he could’ve gone home. 

“Can you send him in?” You ask and she nods. The medical staff leave you and you watch as the door opens, Javi standing in the doorway. 

“Hi.” He murmurs and you pat the spot beside you on the bed. 

“Come here. We need to name our son.”

Javi slowly moves over towards the two of you. His eyes fluttering between you and the baby, longing so deep in his eyes. Gently sitting down, he tucks his hands together between his thighs and looks over at you hesitantly. “What do you want to name him, am-“ He stops himself from calling you ‘amor’, sure that you don’t want that. You are angry at him and you have every right to be. You almost died because of him.

You had discussed some names but decided to wait. You thought you’d have another six weeks to decide. “I…I know we discussed the name Nicolas. After Nic. I think it suits him. Plus, his entry into the world was like a goddamn horror movie. Nicolas…Alejandro…after your grandfather?” You suggest, looking at Javier. His maternal grandfather was his favorite, shaking his love of cinema. You are still grieving the loss of your future children but you can’t fully blame Javier, he was doing what he thought was best.

If it had been any other time, Javi would have lit up at naming his son after his favorite actor. But he can’t muster the energy, too heartbroken. “If that is what you wish to name him.” He agrees softly, looking at the baby as he sleeps inside the incubator and wishes he could hold him. “It is your choice.” Javi can be a bit morose at times and right now he is spiraling inside, only able to ground himself by looking at his son.

“Javi.” You murmur and he doesn’t look at you. “Javi, look at me.” You request and he turns his head to meet your eyes, his are full of guilt and sorrow. “Please…I can’t - I’ve already lost so much. I don’t want to lose you too. I love you Javi. Did you mess up by not telling me? Yes. Did you make that psycho kidnap me and give me a botched c-section? No. You didn’t directly cause this and I- I’m gonna be hard to handle through the coming weeks as I process this. I’m still in shock to be honest, but please don’t make me go through it alone. Don’t let her win. I love you, even after everything, I still love you. I can’t lose you too. Our son needs you. I need you.”

“I would never leave you.” Javi’s voice wavers slightly and he blinks back a new set of tears. “I- I don’t - I thought I was going to lose you. Terrified of it. And then you-“ he shakes his head, knowing that it won’t do any good to blame you when you had told him to go. “I would never leave you.” He reiterates, his voice firmer.

You reach for his hand, squeezing it and you lean in to press your forehead against his. “I love you Javier, always have, always will. I’m so sorry I can’t give you the big family you wanted.” You choke, tears stinging in your eyes.

“I don’t care.” Javi promises you, reaching up and wiping away your tears as they spill over your lashes. “If you ever wanted to expand our family beyond our son, we could look into it.” He would never be opposed to that, “but I will be happy to just have you and Nicolas for the rest of my life.”

You lean in to press your lips to his, soft but loving, and you know the weeks ahead are going to be hard but you can do it if you have him beside you. Javier and Nicolas are all you care about right now. Your perfect morning turned into a nightmare but you still have the man you love and your baby. The future is going to be bright, you’ll make damn sure it is. You won’t let that psycho win.

****

To say that Javi hadn’t slept is an understatement. Propped up on his elbow, he watches your stead breathe as you still get your rest. Eyes soft with love and protective as your brow creases slightly. He can only hope you aren’t dreaming right now, the nightmares always get bad leading up today. Leaning in, he drops a soft kiss on your shoulder and the sunlight starts to filter in from the curtains.

You wake with a gasp, sensing Javier’s kiss on your shoulder, and you smile when you see him looking down at you. “Morning baby, did you sleep?” Your smile turns into a frown when you see the dark circles under his eyes and you trace them softly until he grabs your hand and gently kisses your fingertips. 

“I was watching you sleep.” He admits and you slide your hand down his chest. 

“That’s not creepy.” You joke, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “I didn’t have any nightmares.” You reveal, relieved that you didn’t dream about the night Nicolas was cruelly brought into this world. Therapy has been a great tool for you to process, even three years later.

“That’s good, amor.” Javi ducks his head down to press his lips against yours softly. “I wanted to be awake if you needed me.” He admits, slowly winding his arms around your sleep-warm body and pulls you closer. “I also checked on Nicolas every hour.” He admits, knowing that his need to protect you may border on obsession. He had moved you from the house that anyone had known and put you up in a home that had a secure wall around it for his own peace of mind.

You smile, kissing him again. He makes you feel so protected, maybe overly so, but since that night, you and Nicolas have been under the security of Javier. Especially since he’s become even more well known for his screenplays. “My protective husband.” You coo, kissing his jaw, “Nicolas won’t be up for another hour. I need you baby.”

“Are you sure?” Javi pulls back and looks into your eyes seriously. You had been ashamed of your scars for a long time, despite Javi assuring you that he found you as sexy as he always had. Leaving the decision to try to have them fixed up to you. But he always wants to make sure you don’t feel like he’s pressuring you. “We don’t have to, amor.”

“Yes. I’m sure.” You’ve been working through it with your therapist and you decided to not have the scars fixed. They are a reminder of what you went through and you know Javier loves you, you have slept with him, of course you have, since that night but it’s mainly been when you’ve got a dress or shirt on. You haven’t let him see you without the scars covered and you want to change that.

Javi moves, turning away and climbing out of the bed to remove his boxers. Since Nicolas, both of you have started sleeping in clothes and he never wants you to feel like you’re doing something wrong by wearing a nightgown. “I will make you feel good, amor.” He promises, sliding back into bed and shuffling under the covers so he can work his way between your thighs to eat your cunt in the dark.

“No. I want to see you.” You tell him, pushing the covers down. You bring his hands to grip the edge of your nightgown. 

“Are you sure, amor?” He asks, frowning, and you nod. “I’m sure. I want to do this. I need to do this. I want you to see all of me.” You insist, heart pounding in your chest.

Javi nods, smiling up at you before he starts to kiss his way down your body, paying special attention to the scars that had both given him Nicolas and nearly taken you from him. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, tears stinging your eyes when he presses kisses all along the scarred skin. “Javi.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as you fall even deeper in love with him in that moment, the way he just accepts you completely.

“So impatient.” He teases, grinning up at you even though he knows you aren’t pushing him to move on. He kisses down your stomach and the top of your mound. “Spread your legs wider, bonita.” He urges you. “I want to see the gorgeous cunt I get to eat.”

You oblige, spreading your legs wider, and his groan sends a shiver up your spine. You haven’t let him see you during the daylight for so long. To look down and see his hungry gaze…it already has you on edge. You whimper when his breath fans over your cunt and you moan his name when his tongue slides through your folds. “Oh shit, my love. That - that feels good.”

Javi is ravenous. Loving that he gets to see you, all of you, while he eats you out. One hand reaches up, squeezing your breast gently while the other tangles his fingers with yours, holding onto your hand. This is what he needs, what you need today. A reminder that you are here, Nicolas is safe and that woman will never touch you again. He flicks his tongue over your clit and sucks it into his mouth, watching your expressions as you get closer.

“Oh fuck, baby.” You pant, “always so good to me.” You squeeze his hand, closing your eyes and tilting your head into the pillow as his tongue lathes over your clit, sensing how close you are. You pant, thighs starting to shake when he sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help but cum with a soft cry of his name.

He moans into your flesh, loving how you are still so responsive to him. Working you through your pleasure with gradually softening sucks and then languid licks so that he doesn’t miss a drop of your juices. Smirking proudly to himself as your chest heaves. “Good, amor?” He asks, kissing your clit gently before turning his head and kissing one thigh and then the other. 

“Always so good. Come here baby. Want you inside of me.” You reach for him to drag him up your body. He obliges, shifting to hover over you and you reach between you to stroke his cock while his lips press against yours. “I love you.” You murmur, stroking his cock and he shifts to position himself between your thighs.

Javi pauses, giving you a soft smile and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. “I love you, bonita.” He coos as he rolls his hips forward and sinks into you until he is bottomed out and groaning your name.

You gasp when he pushes deep, never getting tired of how he feels inside of you. You whimper and caress his shoulders, letting him take a moment until he starts moving inside of you. “Baby. I- fuck - you feel so good. Always so good. Ever since the first time.” You tilt your head up to kiss along his jaw.

Javi groans, lowering himself to your body and holds you close. “I love you baby. So fucking much.” He turns his head and presses his lips to yours. “You feel amazing, like heaven.” He promises, slowly starting to roll his hips, wanting to stay as close to you as possible.

There’s no rush. Nicolas won’t be up yet and you love how Javier feels inside of you. Taking his time to roll his hips just right and you love the skin to skin contact. Wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, you kiss along his jaw. God knows what you did to have a man like this love you, no matter what. He adjusts his hips and you moan softly, enjoying the way he grinds against your clit.

“Still so beautiful.” Javi murmurs, rocking his hips. He kisses along your jaw, wanting to draw this out and make you feel like the goddess you are. You are everything to him. Even more now that you were when you were carrying Nicolas. “All mine. My bonita esposa.” You hadn’t gotten married yet but he feels like you are. He’s in it forever.

Hearing him call you his wife, even though it’s not official, sends you over the edge. He grinds into you just right and you pant out his name as you cum, clamping down around his cock. Nails digging into his arms as you cling to him, shaking beneath him.

Javi moans, loving how you squeeze him tight. His pace picks up, rocking his hips faster as he fucks you through it. Chasing his own release and he starts scattering kisses across your lips and down your neck. “Te amo, te amo.” He whines, thinking of nothing but you before he finally stiffens and pushes deep, painting your walls with his seed.

Like he said, it’s heaven. The soft morning light comes through your curtains and you breathe Javier in, enjoying the way he pants to catch his breath. “So good, my love. I love you. Love you so much.” You declare breathily, knowing today, you will both need to reassure each other as you always do when you remember what happened.

Javi smiles against your lip. “Always, mi amor.” He promises you. He nearly lost you three years ago and it’s something that he’s vowed will never happen again. You and Nicolas, you are all that matters. He honestly knows now why Nic was willing to do anything to keep his family safe.

[tightjeansjavi]

ℙ𝕖𝕕𝕣𝕠 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔽𝕚𝕔 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕤 ♡

𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝔂 𝓣𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓙𝓪𝓿𝓲

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (+18) 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡.

ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @chaotic-mystery

dbf!joel series (Dbf! Joel Miller x f!reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) smut, fluff, implied age gap (legal)

If you are looking for some nasty, toe curling smut, look no further because Maddi has mastered the craft! dbf!joel is just so hot.

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♡ @loquaciousferret

Country Lovin’ (pre!outbreakJoel Miller x F!Reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) smut, alcohol use

Master list for other Pedro works

Love me some pre!outbreak joel

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♡ @mishasminion360

In an Instant (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) canon typical violence/angst/death

Master list for other Pedro Works

this story absolutely shattered me. Ripped my heart out and stomped all over it. Beautiful writing.

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♡ @lovers-liability

Close Your Eyes (Joel Miller x AFAB reader) *series*

Warnings: mature (+18) mentions of death, smut/fluff

Jaw dropping, stunning depictions of finding love during the apocalypse

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♡ @forever-rogue

The Locket (Joel Miller x Fem!reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) TLOU canon typical violence, language, angst, mentions of death

Master list for other Pedro works

absolutely heartbreaking read. I loved it so much, I went back for seconds.

ꜰʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @peterhollandkait

Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You (Frankie Morales x AFAB reader/ OC *series*

Warnings: mature (+18) addiction,angst, triggering themes, smut

Master list for other Pedro works

Frankie + Sunny = your heart getting crushed.

ᴊᴀᴠɪ ᴘ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @loquaciousferret

Little Games (Javier Peña x f! Reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) smut

Master list for other Pedro Works

One word: delicious.

ᴊᴀᴠɪ ɢᴜᴛɪᴇʀʀᴇᴢ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @mirasantidotes

Messy Annotations (Javi G x fem!reader) *series*

Warnings: none, tooth aching fluff,shy!javi G + sunshine! reader

Cutest shit I have read in awhile. Javi G is to die for in this one.

ᴅɪᴇᴛᴇʀ ʙʀᴀᴠᴏ : ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @fuckyeahdindjarin

Consent Series (Dieter Bravo x Intimacy Coordinator F!Reader)

Warnings: mature/explicit content (+18) smut, gloriously douchey Dieter Bravo

Master list for other Pedro works

Cee’s writing of Dieter makes me absolutely feral. I would let this man ruin me any day of the week

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♡ @whatsnewalycat

psychomanteum (Dieter Bravo x F!Reader) *series*

Warnings: mature (+18) alternating POV, death, drug use, alcohol use, spooky stuff

Master list for other Pedro works

This story deserves to be in it’s own category to be honest. Totally unique, eccentric, a must read!

ᴊᴀᴄᴋ (ᴡʜɪꜱᴋᴇʏ) ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @fuckyeahdindjarin

Palomino Series (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) flirting, eventual smut, lots horsey details

Master list for other Pedro works

Cee and I became pals after I started reading this story. As a horse girl/equestrian, Palomino just itches my brain in the best way. Oh, and Jack is pretty delectable as well.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏʀɪᴀɴ/ᴅɪɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ + ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

♡ @theidiotwhowritesthings

Familiar & Unfamiliar (din djarin x female!reader)

Warnings: mature (+18) attempted assault on reader (not by Din), canon violence, angst, fluff, light smut

Din Djarin Masterlist

This is one of my favorite depictions of Din. Protective, soft, and still a little dom. Chefs kiss

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♡ @frannyzooey

Take Me To Church (Din Djarin x Fem!Reader Western/AU)

Warnings: mature/explicit (+18) smut on smut on smut

Master list for other Pedro works

AU anything is so good, but this one? Takes the cake. Absolutely delicious in the every way possible.

[penvisions]

from grief to grace {javi g x reader drabble}

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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

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

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

drabble masterlist || main masterlist || ko-fi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yours, Javi’

You liked the sound of that. Home.

[lincolndjarin]

sparrow's spectacles

a series of horror one shots based around different pedro characters. be warned, the dead doves are going to be remarkably inedible. installments will be tagged accordingly, all stories will be 18+ and dddne.

Installments (not in order of release dates) :

Music Box - Joel Miller x Reader

Fine Art - Javi Gutierrez x MovieStar!Reader

Avoir Elle Est Avoir Les Etoiles - Din Djarin x Bounty!Reader

The Greater Good - Ezra x Reader

Until That Boy is Mine - Dieter Bravo x Paparazzi!Reader

more information below the cut!

so so so, basically i've been working on this during my hiatus lol, most of these have outlines and drafts already written, they're all varying in length from little mini fics to longer one offs. i've been wanting to do this for ages, i offered it as like a follower celebration and nobody seemed super into it lol but i really wanted to write it so here it is lol. each photo is for one of the fics ;) but we won't know which is which until their released.

anyways this has been in the works for a while now so i really hope y'all enjoy it!! also spent several days trying to come up with alteration for that name. have i said that ro is short for sparrow on here?? god i hope so lol

dividers by @saradika-graphics !!!!

(hoping to have the first installment posted within the week)

[atinylittlepain]

Play - A Javi Gutierrez Story

javi g x f!reader

it's not that kind of play, honey.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Patrona, what does that mean?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thetriumphantpanda]

If you're still taking prompts, how about "you can kiss me you know" with Javi G? Please

I really like your writing and I don't think many people write for him. Thank you for sharing your writing.

You have NO IDEA how happy I am that someone requested Javi G. I love this man and I would easily lay down my life for him, so thank you! 🫶🏼 There's no actual smut in this one, just romantic, puppy-dog Javi G, but if enough people are interested I might do a part two with smut? Let me know what y'all think.

And thank you for being such a darling and complimenting my writing, I'm so glad you enjoy it! 😚

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Word Count | 657

The ocean was calm as you looked out at it, the low evening sun casting a mixture of orange and pink across it. Even when the waves broke below you it was calm, the warm evening breeze doing nothing to cool your hot skin. 

“You look beautiful in the sunset.” Javi mused, his hand rested at your back, he’d just filled up your champagne glass with more liquid which was pooling delightfully in your stomach. 

Javi Gutierrez was not your usual type. Sure, he was handsome and absolutely loaded with money, but he was soft and gentle and a little withdrawn. That was until you’d asked him about his favourite film, and he’d launched off about all sorts, talking with his hands with his face lighting up like you’d given him the world. 

As first dates went it had been nice enough. He’d insisted on dinner at his lavish home, you’d sat out on the terrace as a waiter brought a full three courses from the kitchen. You’d drank far too much champagne to be sensible so had said yes when he asked if you wanted to try shooting. It had gone as well as could have been expected, with shots ringing off into the water and the two of you laughing with a promise that Javi would try and teach you if you wanted to come back. You’d been here hours, longer than you’d ever usually spend with someone on a first date and the closest he’d gotten to kissing you was to hold your hand as he watched you eat your dessert. 

You turned to him and smiled, his shirt was a dark orange colour, loose-fitting with short sleeves and a frankly obscene number of buttons undone, showing off a fair bit of his golden chest, which you couldn’t help but focus on now the champagne was doing most of the talking for you. 

“So do you.” You’d replied with a smile, watching as a soft blush creeped onto his face. 

“I’ve had a really lovely evening with you,” He spoke, putting a bit more pressure on your back, “I hope I’ll be able to see you again?” There was a hopeful look in his eyes that you couldn’t bear to break, and you found yourself not wanting to. 

“Of course, you promised to teach me how to shoot after all.” 

He smiled and for a second you thought this would be the moment he kissed you, but instead he picked up his glass of champagne and drank. 

“You can kiss me, you know?” 

His head snapped to look at you, his body turning so he was leant against the wall on one elbow. 

“You’d like me to kiss you?” He asked, those puppy-dog eyes you’d fallen for right at the start boring holes into your soul. 

“Yes Javi, in fact if you don’t I think I might die.” 

He smiled at you, shuffling himself closer before cupping your face in his hands and doing just that. He pressed his lips to yours softly and you melted, letting your hands come up to rest on his biceps as you moving to press your body into him. His scent was overwhelming, masculine and sweet and fruity all at the same time, you made a mental note to find out what cologne he wore because you were going to always need this in your senses, even when he wasn’t there. 

You opened your mouth against his, feeling as he did the same and then his tongue was on yours, molding into one as they tangled together. You could taste the champagne and the fruity ice cream from earlier in his mouth which made your tongue more urgent, wanting to soak up everything you could about this man. 

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours as you let out a breathless sigh, “Would you like to go inside?” He asked. 

“Only if inside means to your bedroom.” 

[ezras--moon]

Hot Knife

named after this Fiona Apple song

Came up with this idea a few days ago, talking about it on Discord with the hoes I decided it needed to happen immediately.

Feeding Javi on his yacht turns into something more delicious than fruit.

18+ Minors do not interact

word count: 2623

Warnings: food play, oral (m receiving), Javi G being a whimpering mess, spoiled boy Javi

 Applying a fresh layer of sunscreen to his glowing skin, curls still wet from the dip in the sea you’d just taken together, wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around his hip - you couldn’t help but ogle Javi.

The sun was relentless this afternoon, but that made the fruit you were eating somehow even more delicious and satiating. Thinking about grabbing the can of whipped cream out of the cooler off to his side, an idea sprouted in your head.

These strawberries were dark red, almost overripe, parts of them even softening already, but the sweet deliciousness was only outperformed by your lover’s presence next to you.

“Baby, hurry up, I wanna feed you” you purred, your sunglasses sliding down your nose just enough for his devastating beauty to nearly blind you, sending a tingle of affection through you.

He put the sunscreen back underneath his lounge chair where the sun wouldn’t heat it up too much, then curled his soft lips into a smile. “You want to feed me?” “Yes.” you emphasized, getting out of your seat and crossing the distance between your bodies. 

Then, impatiently, you straddled his lap, his hands instantly finding your hips and squeezing you with a low hum in his chest.

The scent of the lotion mixed with the salty air of the coast, a warm breeze tickling you as you reached over to pick up a particularly large strawberry with chocolate sauce drizzled on, messily dripping down onto his chest and getting your fingers sticky.

“Open up”, you said, one hand splayed on his sternum as the other brought the sweet red fruit up to his mouth. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and he complied with your request. Your own mouth agape, eyes locked on his lips and tongue as he let you pop it into his mouth, not without more chocolate sauce getting all over his chin.

You leaned down to lick him clean and he laughed; a beautiful sound, making your heart jump.

As he chewed, you’d already picked up a piece of pineapple to follow up with, and he cocked his head curiously.

“Is feeding me really all you’re looking to do right now, princesa?” he teased.

“Be quiet and let me do this, baby” you shut him up, pushing the juicy yellow fruit against his lips.

His hands began to wander, first up your sides, then coming to rest on your thighs where he pawed and squeezed.

The yacht gently swayed in the waves, just off the coast and out of view from the harbor, and you watched Javi chew. A deep breath of relaxation rose and fell in his chest and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the weight of your body trapping him right there and the tastes of the treats you were feeding him.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, open wide” you cooed when a particularly big piece of watermelon found its way in front of his handsome face. He whimpered at your words, squirming a little underneath you.

As the juice ran down his chin and neck, he reached over to grab a handful of grapes, tilting your chin down with the pad of his thumb and groaning at your lips closing around his fingers and sucking as he fed every single one to you.

You leaned in to tongue and lap away more of the juice on his face and kissed him softly at first, growing hungrier for something other than fruit.

“Hand me the cream” you breathed, nudging his nose with your own, then discarding your sunglasses off to the side. He popped open the cooler next to his lounge chair; the hundreds of ice cubes inside glistened like his wet lips in the sun.

“My love, what are you-” he began, but was cut off by you gently pushing two of your fingers between his lips and onto his tongue, and he sucked on them lightly. “Good boy” you praised, “such a good boy for me, baby.”

He whined, a desperate and needy sound that vibrated through his chest and into your fingers. With some polite pressure on his bottom teeth, you made him open his mouth again and squirted some of the whipped cream onto his pink tongue.

It made you smile, the way he took everything you were giving him so eagerly, just the way you liked it.

Your fingers stayed where they were, encased in his hot mouth as he let the cream melt into a puddle and dribble down onto his clavicle.

“God, you’re beautiful - you’re so hot, Javi” you hissed as you slowly pulled your hand away from his face and steadied yourself on his chest.

Feeling him up, letting your fingertips go on a little adventure all over the expanse of his sun kissed skin, you found the trail of dark hair leading down beneath the towel.

He was blushing at your words, watching you get to work as you lifted your weight off of him and moved down between his knees, untucking the corner of his towel that was holding it in place.

His own hands gripped the armrests of his lounger, white knuckles as you sighed, enamored with the sight of him slowly coming into full view. 

You took your time peeling away the towel to either side of him and your eyes feasted on his soft tummy and his cock already half hard beneath your face.

But you didn’t let him have it all just yet - you were going to leave some marks first.

With a featherlight touch of your fingertips tickling the insides of his thighs you crawled up to nuzzle his neck, feeling his strong arms loop around your shoulders as you pressed open-mouthed kisses and bites to his skin like leaving your personal signature on a work of art.

The chocolate sauce picked up off the little table between the loungers came in handy then as you popped off the cap and painted a generous swirl around his left nipple, the syrupy sweetness quickly laved away by your eager tongue.

Javi hissed when you circled his nipple, closing your lips around it and giving it a soft nudge with the tip of your tongue before coming back up with a wet pop. “Fuck” he breathed between gritted teeth, a shudder rocking through him.

You grinned before kissing his mouth again, this time letting your tongue gently press into his own, the delicious sweetness of the fruit still lingering.

You parted with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his before it broke and dribbled onto his chin where he wiped it away with the back of his palm, darkened eyes watching you go down between his legs.

Javi reached out to brush your hair behind your ears and cup your cheeks in his palm as you settled in a somewhat comfortable position with the whipped cream in one hand and the chocolate sauce in the other, planning to make him moan and beg for your pussy right there.

“I love you” you almost sang with a smile; he smiled back, crows’ feet at the edges and dimple prominent as ever, and the soft skin of his thighs was so warm and inviting.

You used him as your culinary canvas as you had the cream and the sauce turn him into a walking dessert platter. He took the initiative to hand you the tray of fruits and berries, which you accepted with a giggle and put down at his feet within your reach.

Squishing a strawberry and some raspberries into pulp and letting the juice and the cold mush mingle with the mess on his belly, you finally came down propped up on your elbows and lapped at his skin.

Was it healthy to eat away the sunscreen like this?

It didn’t matter to you then, all you could think about was the heavenly sounds he was about to make at your command.

He watched you lick him clean with his mouth agape, burning desire in his eyes and huffing breaths increasingly desperate as you worked your way down to his happy trail.

The hair was sticky with chocolate sauce, the mix of the flavors so good you let him hear a moan first, hoping to encourage him to join in the wordless love song - and he did.

A pained groan in his throat as he carded his fingers through your hair, the deep rumble in his chest spurring you on to wrap your hand around the base of his shaft.

His groan was cut off by a gasp when you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, licking up to the ridge just below the thick head where you left a sloppy wet kiss.

Your fist just lightly tightened around his girth and he grew even harder, making it difficult to form a fully closed grip around him.

Leaving kitten licks at the most sensitive parts you let him wait a while longer for your mouth to capture him completely. You wanted to watch him fall apart bit by bit, knew which buttons you could push to get him there.

“Please, my love” he finally breathed, and you smiled at him. “Not yet, big guy” you denied, instead letting the chocolate sauce aid you a little bit in your quest to turn him into your main course of the day.

You spread the sticky liquid all over him with your hand, giving him a few tugs and earning a gorgeous array of breathy grunts and his fingers in your hair curling and tugging at the roots.

His cock looked so filthy like that, glistening in the sun, completely covered in burnt umber sweetness. Finally, you fed him into your mouth agonizingly slowly, torturing him for as long as you could muster before you’d grow impatient yourself.

The heady taste of him, just the tiniest hint of sea water lingering there, along with the chocolate was new and exciting and you hummed at your discovery - this was something you’d have to have again some time.

Making a mental note of it and tucking it away neatly behind your bubbling need to feel him hit the back of your throat, you let him guide your head further down his length until your nose was buried in his dark curls there.

You swallowed around him once, twice, making him buck his hips in reflex with a gasp, before moving back up and sucking away the sauce you’d coated him in.

“So needy” you tutted, stroking him languidly and keeping your eyes fixed on his. There was this intoxicating glint in them, his lashes and thick curls of hair slowly drying in the sun shielding him from the sting of the light burning down.

“Yes, I am so needy” he agreed, stroking your cheek with his thumb and loosening the grip he had on your hair as he smoothed it away from your face.

He was slowly getting to where you wanted him, but it wasn’t quite enough yet. Slowly continuing to pump him with your fist, you leaned in to leave a trail of wet kisses from his balls to his inner thigh, settling there to leave another mark matching the ones peppering his throat.

Javi’s breath became increasingly labored as he watched you suck, lick and bite at the sensitive skin and soon there was a beautiful reddish bruise blossoming under your lips.

Giving it a loving peck before going to throat him once again, you watched him sink down and lean back in his seat, head rolling back with his eyes closed, giving you a wanton cry.

You hummed around him, vibrations through his groin turning him into even more of a mess in your hands. Whipped cream came into play when you squirted a straight line of it right over the juncture of his hip and his thigh, wiggling your tongue as you ate it up - and he was eating it up too, with his eyes feasting on what you were doing to him.

“Baby, please, I need it, please” he begged then, breathless and eager to fill a hole, any hole, and those words finally convinced you to give him what he craved.

“Want me to make you cum in my mouth, sweet boy?” you asked, loving the way he squirmed and leaned into your touch when you made him plead for release.

“Fuck- god, yes, please” he whined, and with one more satisfied smile you went back down on him.

He filled your mouth so tightly, lush and thick and warm just like his skin in the sun, your right hand finding his soft belly and your left loose around the base as you drooled all over him.

You got him nice and wet, coming up for air and to spit on the head, spreading your saliva with your hand generously pumping - he was so hard.

You let your jaw go slack and started to bob your head, twisting and slurping and humming against him as the series of whines and grunts you’d been craving filled your ears.

The noises he made were praise enough for you, but they came paired with soft reassurance in words whispered as the waves splashed against the luxurious boat. The sound of seagulls fighting over fish and crabs in the distance and the wind in your hair were fading into the background.

“Oh- oh, god, yes baby” he babbled, tilting his head and biting down on his lip “keep going, don’t stop, please”

You had no intention to stop now.

You’d teased him enough to get him there quickly and the way he was throbbing on your tongue indicated he would be filling your mouth with his release soon - you couldn’t wait any longer either.

A palm cupping his balls and gently thumbing at the soft skin coaxed a filthy, guttural groan from his chest, his fingers in your hair curling tight again.

With a wet pop, you let him fall from your lips only to huff a command, “cum all over my tongue, beautiful boy”

He was back in your mouth in an instant, sucked down your throat and pulsing as his thighs tensed up and the intricacies of his pebbling skin around his trimmed hair all you could see with how deep he was buried.

Then, he did as you’d told him a second ago and his hot release hit the roof of your mouth and then the back of your throat as you kept bouncing your head on his cock like any of your other holes usually would.

Tight lips closed, you caught all of it, not a drop escaping the suckling vacuum you formed around him. 

His guttural moan punctuated by his hips bucking into your face satisfied you deeply and yet left you wanting more. Your hands were all over him then as you moved off his cock and back into his lap to kiss him with your mouth full of his cum.

You shared his release like it was the whipped cream long forgotten rolling away from the lounge chairs and leaving speckles of white all over the wooden flooring.

He moaned into the kiss as if you were still sucking his fat cock, which was twitching with residual pleasure underneath you. 

Steady on his shoulders, swallowing what was left of him in your mouth and parting with one last sloppy kiss on his pillowy lips, you cradled your head in the crook of his neck, his arms looping tightly around you.

He held you there as he caught his breath and you listened to his heartbeat, smiling to yourself. 

Yeah - you could do this every day for the rest of your life.

[popcornforone]

The Bartender & The Billionaire

A Javi Gutierrez Fan Fic

Well it’s been a while. The Javi G chapters will continue but this is a one off & I just had an idea & went with it but it just grew & grew & i love Javi G even more than I thought I could now.

Synopsis:- You run the local bar, Javi is a member of the Ocean Club where the rich party, but one night he decides to see what is going on in this bar over the road.

Word Count:-8500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! strangers to lovers,sugar daddy reference, unprotected PIV sex, sex in semi public, oral sex both, cum tasting, flirting, alcohol, swearing, teasing, nipple play, cum play, 69, some bitchy rude girls, exploting mentioned too & briefly money for sexual favours.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, I hope you all enjoy this. All feedback is welcome.

It’s the same faces every year & every night in your bar in Ibiza. You love it. Your regulars know what to expect & you know that they will keep coming back. They are mostly in there later 20s early 30s they want just drinks & a small dance floor. No mucked about with cocktails just the classics, decent beer & for it to not break the bank. It’s a long way away from the ocean club over the road. That’s for the other end of the spectrum. The influencers who fill up your TikTok feeds no matter how many times you try to get them off it, the trust fund bargain, the rich, the famous & the in people. They probably look down at your 2for1 beer night on Tuesdays, which is everyone’s quiet night on the island, if you sing karaoke without getting kicked off. It’s fun. You can’t sing but you always start. You might not have the world’s best DJ but at least your bar is real & is full of real people, be them tourists or locals. You know your place so do your staff & so does the bar, & everyone loves it.

It’s a Tuesday night right now. You look at your patrons & wonder who’s gonna be brave enough to get up & have a sing. You wait til it’s 11pm before you hop onto the small stage with the microphone & speak to the people in & around your bar.

“Ibiza can you hear me?” You screech & people in your bar cheer & a few people pop their heads into the bar to see what the commotion is . “It’s Tuesday & you know what that means, if you can do karaoke tonight without stumbling or getting embarrassed you get 2for1 on your beers tonight” wooohooo the place goes, a few more people step into the bar who are intrigued. “So as tradition I start, because let’s be honest it sets the bar very very low” everyone laughs & you look at the people who have just joined & are having a look”trust me newbies you might want your ear plugs” you know what your singing tonight & you giggle. “Right let’s do this” the track starts & your murder How Do I Live by Leanne Rhymes.

“See told you I was bad, who wants to do better” the room is laughing at your high notes & you step away from the stage & Mike the Pike(because he gets lots of fresh fish for the island) comes up next & sings Sweet Caroline which gets the bar going, as you head behind it. Your 3 staff on the bar are doing a good job & you tell your deputy manager to go have a 15min break, so you can serve some of the new people who have come in to see what’s going on.

After about an hour you see this guy with wavey brown hair come & sit up next to the bar. Leaning in a burgundy & striped shirt, coral swim shorts underneath, just casually admiring the singers. He’s got a rather magnificent side profile which is making you have a longer glance than you usually would. He’s rather handsome & very much your type, but you’ve never seen him before. He also only has a lemonade in his hand. So you decide to go & make conversation with this mysterious man.

“Sir, are you having a nice evening?” You ask as you come to stack glasses near him. He turns instantly & a little dimple appears as he smiles back at you. He has the most beautiful big caramel eyes you’ve ever seen, he’s got stubble & a moustache & a smile that you are sure would get any man or woman into bed with him. You know you’re probably blushing in front of him but he doesn’t seem phased. His eyes glance over your short bleach blonde bob with your mousey roots showing through, your low cut blue vest top & that orchid tattoo on your shoulder, he also likes what he sees.

“Yes I am, are you?” He seems genuine in his question.

“As long as people come in & have a good time then I am good.” You reply. “I’ve not seen you in here before, are you a karaoke king?” You smile.

“Ha quite the opposite, I’ve just always been on the other side of the road, but this place always has intrigued me so I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about” you turn to go get more glasses but roll your eyes, of course this man is from money & from the other side of the road. Your mum always said men wearing yellow or coral trousers or shorts were always rich. He’s just another one of those. But he seems nice & you fancy him so you’re gonna stop your presumed opinions of him & give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Oooh you frequent the Ocean Club, is it all it’s hyped up to be?” You say as you turn your head around before picking up the glasses.

“Who in Ibiza uses the word frequent?” He says & laughs. You almost drop the glasses.

“Fair point, clearly my literature degree has decided to show”

“Educated as well, hmm” he seems intrigued as you turn back to face him your smile is genuine. “Then how did you end up here, in Ibiza”

“It’s my Uncles bar, I come out here & run it for the summer then go back home & temp until May & then do it again. He can cope in the winter but knows he needs someone with a more youthful perspective to do the real season”

“You temp?”

“In administration yes”

“& yet you can take 4 months off to be here.” The man looks on in wonder.

“I’m always very clear that I spend my summers here & that it will only ever be an 8 month job. I know a day will come when I will need a stable income but until then, I’m here to enjoy the sun & night life”

“Impressive” he says. Both your eyes linger in each other for a small amount of time, both of you suddenly blush & snap out of it when you realise what happening.

“So sir what…”

“Javi” he interrupts. “My name is Javi” he then calls you by your name as it’s on your managers badge just above your left breast & you smile.

“So Javi what do you do then?”

“I’m a screen writer, I’m here in Ibiza for ideas for a holiday romance film”

“Ha” you laugh & he seems shocked. “Sorry, cute idea, but unless it’s a one night stand that then gets awkward no one’s going to believe that, & you won’t find any of those story’s at the ocean club”

“Do you always speak your mind?” He questions

“Yes, better to be blunt & honest than lead people on” you say “I am impressed though, that is a good career”

“Thanks” he says. Javi is running his long fingers around the top of his now empty lemonade glass.

“Can I get you a drink?” You ask.

“Actually I’d like a go at the karaoke”

“Really?” You say a bit to loudly & abruptly. “I’m not sure we’d have anything that you’d want to sing”

“Why because I’m from the ocean club?” He says raising an eyebrow at you & then he pours. Those lips are so plump, his puppy dog eyes glisten. He holds his chin with his large hand as he leans on the bar, mockingly. Yep you’ve fallen for Javi now.

“Maybe” you wink.

“Thought you spoke your mind”

“I do, so I’m gonna do you a deal.” You lean in & whisper against his ear, you don’t notice the goosebumps on his arms from your soft voice. “If you can find a song you like which isn’t boring you can have drinks here for free tonight. If you manage to last without laughing or falling apart or walking off the stage, you can have free drinks here for the next month” Javi raises an eyebrow at this, he then moves the strands of hair from your own ear & whispers back.

“& what do you get if I do walk off the stage or find a decent song?” He says, his voice is smouldering like him, so you reply.

“Your phone number”

Javi then gets his phone out & registers to go up & sing on your bars app. 20mins later he’s up on the stage & he selects a song. True to your promise he has picked a banger. Starships by Nicki Minaj. You stand there & watch this man from money have the guts to come up on the stage in your regular little slightly dodgy bar & sing a female rap song. He does laugh as he fails on the rap at points but he gets some crowd participation as well at points & the place cheers when he’s finished. You haven’t served anyone in the whole 4mins he’s been on stage. The man has charisma & despite mucking up & laughing did own it. He casually walks back up to you & smiles.

“Well?”

“Pretty good Javi” you smirk. You then freeze as he strokes your face affectionately. A simple touch electrifies your soul “so I…” but then you notice two guys getting in a fight. “Give me 5mins Javi” & you rush off to deal with the fight. It takes a long time & the police to sort the scuffle out & when your done Javi is long gone. Your face drops for all of 10 seconds before you return to flirting with the next guy at the bar to get him to buy more than just a round. It’s your job after all.

The next afternoon as you set up for the Wednesday night, a man in a linen suit walks up to you in the bar, asking you your name

“Yes that’s me”

“This is from Mr Gutierrez”Says the man & he hands you a large envelope. You’re worried it’s something legal that you might have to deal with. Maybe it was one of the men in the brawl from last night.

“I’m sorry who?”

“Mr Javi Gutierrez, he came to your bar last night, this is a thank you for a wonderful night” you take the envelope & look at it suspiciously. “Also please open this out of sight” then man then leaves. This all seems very suspect to you. You make an excuse & head to the break room & open the envelope. Inside is a pass for the ocean club to be cashed in for one day by this summer & a cheque for €10000. There is a note included with it.

Thank you for just treating me like a normal customer, as promised for laughing through the song is my phone number, let me know which night you have off so I can show you my world, the cheque can be for you or the bar, it’s your choice. Javi x

You blush looking at it. 10k would change your life, you could be pickier about temping next year during your return home. You smile & stash the envelope in your bag, & then check the rota & message Javi later that day.

The next Thursday is when you have the afternoon evening & Friday off from the bar. You uncle basically forced you to go & take the time off to spend with this man. He was very happy you have this opportunity. You stand there in your apartment you rent with a friend who works as a rep for Pacha & he helps you pick out your outfit.

“Girl I can’t believe you get to go to Ocean Club, you made it girl” says Justin.

“It’s just a one off Justin”

“But still you can slay, mix with the rich & famous & leave that Chav behind.”

“He’s not a chav, he’s called Javi” you tut.

“Oooh defensive of him already I see, damn how tight were his shorts”

“JUSTIN!”

“What!? I see a man I look at his cock & work out if he’s worth blowing or not”

You laugh at this response.

“That’s why you always have a sore throat”

“Girl how often have you had sex since you got here on the 2nd of June maybe 3 guys. & it’s now the middle of July. Go get your pussy stuffed, by some rich guy. I mean for €100 I’d fuck a tramp”

“I don’t want to hear any more Justin”

“No because you hear it don’t you” he jokes back & then looks at your outfit. “Slay girl, that dress is killer” you do a little twirl in your blue & white maxi dress.

“Thanks babe, it’s the most stylish thing I own”

“Have you got condoms & mace?”

“Justin!”

“You’ve got condoms though”

“Obviously & I’m birth control”

“Just want to make sure my best girl is alright”

“Justin if it’s not I’ll shout”

“Sure that won’t just be you in your bed shouting CHAV CHAV FUCK ME CHAV”

“It’s Javi”

“Just saying don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”

“Which isn’t much” you & Justin both laugh before you hug him & you head off to the ocean club to see how the other half live.

You are escorted to a sun lounger at 4pm, you have arrived before Javi & you slip off your sun dress & start to top up your lotion. Your not a size zero, but your not fat, & your tan is alright. You sit there in your sunglasses that cost €5 from a guy who sell them on the beach & in your binkin. It’s blue so it matches your dress. It’s not long before a waiter comes over with champagne.

“Ooh no thanks I can’t afford…”

“Champagne by the glass is complimentary for all visitors & member of the ocean club” they say & you take the glass.

“Erm then thank you, do I need to” but your bracelet is scanned.

“Tips are worked out on the braclet pass you have, the bill for your visit will be sent to the person at the end of their stay with us this season & by the looks of it…” they look at what appears on their screen they scanned it with. “Oooh your Mr Gutierrez guest?”

“Yes?”

“Mama im so sorry for being so rude” this waiter clearly now looks embarrassed.

“You weren’t, don’t worry about it” I check their name badge “Lucas, there’s no need to apologise at all, your exemplary” this makes Lucas smile that you bothered to look at his name.

“Thank you miss, if you need anything please just wave or buzz that button on the table” he then scurries off. It’s only after he’s scurried off that you realise how other people on loungers are treating waiters. They are all rude & demanding & upset if their drink isn’t toped up straight away. But your eyes are suddenly drawn to your left. You lower your glasses to look at the specimen of a man walking towards you. He’s well built & broad. He’s not got a 6 pack, but he has enough buttons undone of his floaty white shirt for you too see he takes care of himself a bit. You try not to look at the bulge in his blue swim shorts, but you can’t help but look. You then look at that tanned face, covered by sunglasses that would cost more than you could imagine. The world has stopped as Javi walks towards you. He’s too perfect.

“Enjoying the view?” He asks with a flirty smile & sits on the edge of lounger next to you before taking your hand to kiss it. You turn as red as a lobster & suddenly remember there are other people here. Eyes are watching you around the pool area.

“Sorry didn’t mean to gasp, but you are rather impressive mr Gutierrez”

“It’s Javi please” he says your name as he strokes across your knuckles. “So how long have you been here?” He says as he unbuttons his shirt buttons.

“About 30mins I like to get to places bang on time”

“So do I but when Nic called I had to answer”

“Oooh are they your partner ” you say withdrawing your hand to pick up your champagne.

“Oooh sorry, I meant Nicholas Cage” you almost spit out & choke on your fizz.

“What!” Javi laughs at how flustered you are as you try to calm down.

“Yea that new film he was in about a hostage, I wrote that”

“Fuck” you say & Javi looks at you in shock, maybe you didn’t like the film but he can soon see from the smile on your face it’s in awe. “You wrote that movie, The Cliffs Edge? It’s the summer blockbuster from last year, congratulations” Javi looks rather embarrassed at your praise, but you like the little pink cheeks he has rising to the surface.

“Thank you”

“I mean…” you’re a film nerd, so naturally you start talking about the film in so much detail, getting really animated about certain parts & Javi answers all of your questions. He’s impressed with your film knowledge, he’s found a kindred spirit in you. Someone he could call a friend at the minimum.

“You know your movies?”

“Yes it’s the only problem being here, we miss half the films of the summer, so then I play catch up for the rest of the year”

“What’s your favourite movie then? I know it’s a…”

“Reservoir Dogs” you reply before he even has a chance to say it’s a hard choice.

“Really” he smirks “I never had you down for that”

“I like the intensity & the drama & not knowing who to trust.” The two of you then talk your favourites for a while & both realise you share a film in the top 5.

“It really does make you cry Paddington 2” you say.

“Yes I always feel completely & at peace at the end”

“& then Hugh Grants Dance”

“Oooh don’t make me get up, I’ll do the whole routine” you both laugh as you sit there humming the tune to listen to the rain on the roof. His smile is infectious, it makes you smile more, which make his eyes soften. They are so deep & beautiful. There’s a small pause like the other day. A frozen moment of you both looking at each other no one else is around.

“Hiya Jav” someone shouts & your both snapped out of your trance & Javi gets up & hugs these two girls. Both fake Barbie blondes, skinny, full of Botox. One is in a red binkin which doesn’t leave much to the imagination & the other is just in her bottoms. Her large over the top fake boobs bouncing about as she hugs him while scowling at you.

“Ladies how are you?”

“You coming to the party tonight?” The one in red says.

“To Spaced? no, I’m hanging here today” Javi then introduces you.

“Oooh is she staff that gets to come & chill today Javi?” The topless one says as she dismisses you.

“No she runs the bar over the road”

“Urgh not that tacky one with regulars, I’ve heard there cockroaches in the bins” your trying to be nice & so you offer your hand.

“Well I wouldn’t know about cockroaches but we have some lively characters, maybe you should check it out one night”

“Urgh no thanks, would dream to be seen in there, what did she do Jav, did she give you a crap blow job behind the bar & now your taking pitty on her? What’s a decent night with an actual real woman worth around here€10k bet she took €100?” They both cackle & laugh at their insult of you. You lean back & sip your champagne. You then suddenly realise Javi did give your €10k. Your face drops. Is he expecting something in return for the money?

“Sorry I need the bathroom, it was nice to meet you ladies” you once again offer a nice hand & friends smile both scoff & you rush off to go cry in the toilet for a few minutes while Javi amuses the fake blondes.

On your way back to the pool, after walking past a lot of people tutting at you, you bump into Lucas. You’re doing your best to brush off these people looking at you judging,but even with your thick skin attitude it’s starting to still a little.

“Ooh sorry” you both say, he can see you looking down.

“Why so sad miss?” He asks.

“Do you ever get upset that a lot of people here are rude & judge?” You ask. You didn’t realise he had seen what was going on by the pool.

“Sometime, but the tips are worth it, & we can ban some of those who get too personal, especially with guests of full time memebers, when they are here as influences for free” he winks. “Don’t worry I’ve made a note, they won’t be allowed back for the next week, we can’t kick them out but they will always now have a mark by their name to warn others”

“Lucas you didn’t have to do that…” you say & he shakes his head.

“We’re both in the trade, we both deal with bad clients, I know you know” you smile back at him. “Plus mr Gutierrez pretty much ushered them along after you walked off”

“Did he?”

“Yes, they just want his money, they are those kind of girls”

“I guessed that, hang on what makes you think I’m not just here for his money?” You question.

“In the 3 years I’ve been here, Mr Gutierrez hardly ever talks to anyone or brings a guest, but watching the two of you speak earlier you have a connection”

“Really” you blush your face now completely glowing. “I just like the man I wouldn’t care if he had €5 or €50min”

“He’s got more than that”

“What,..” but then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“You okay beautiful?” A Javi rests his head on your shoulder, his smell intoxicating.

“I am now, thanks Lucas”

“Miss… Mr Gutierrez” Lucas smiles & leaves you in Javis strong capeable hands & he slowly walks you back to the pool side.

“Sorry about the girls, they won’t bother us again” he says as he takes his shirt off & puts in on the lounger & then takes your hand to walk you to the edge of the pool.

“It’s okay Javi, I know I said I speak my mind, but that was just rude, the way they treated me, I can cope with a wolf whistle when I wear my shirt shorts at the bar on a Saturday night but here, I just felt judged”

“Hey hey” he says as you both sit down on the edge of the pool & dip your feet in. The water is just right “no one should wolf whistle you”

“You’ve not seen how short the shorts are”

“Fair point,” he says as a waiter who isnt Lucas brings you both over a cosmopolitan to drink. “But you have respect,personality, manners, money can’t buy you that, & out of all these “rich people” your the one who’s making an impact on my day for the first time in a while” he uses air quotes.

“So why do you come here Javi?” You ask bluntly. “You clearly have the cash, sorry if that’s too much, but why come here, with all the fakes & phoneys”

“Security, no one here is going to steal my Rolex, no one here is going to hold me to ransom. It never used to be like this here but since the pandemic & TikTok & people trying to be famous it’s become elitist, & a show off spot, people come for their 15mins of fame then bugger off” You sense the frustration in his voice.

“You know you don’t have to come to Ibiza?” You say in a friendly tone, “but I’m glad you are here”

“I like coming here, I used to as a kid & then in my early adult hood & now as someone who’s now in my 40s it’s a nice place to relax, I know I could go else where but if something went wrong at home I could be back in a less than an hour”

“You live here”

“No I live in Majorca”

“So you leave one Balearic island for the other?” You seem baffled by this.

“I do, home pressures & the community mean no chill time even at home” he says as he take a big sip of his drink. “Now that’s a good cosmo” you sip yours too. it’s a frozen one & sends a chill down your body as you adjust. Javi sees this. “Are you okay” he says & then his empty hand strokes the arm nearest which then fill with even more goosebumps.

“Yes, yes I am, are you” you raise your eyes above your sunglasses & Javi takes his own off.

“I am now I’ve seen those beautiful eyes” his hand has stopped & is now holding yours. Fingers interlocked. You don’t look down you keep your eyes on his big brown eyes & that magnificently handsome face & that thick mop of hair.

“Javi…” it’s a whisper as you both fully face each other. He lifts your hand & kisses the back of it.

“I won’t do anything unless you don’t want to” he says clearly a gentleman.

“Same back at you Javi, you’re rather hard to resist” you blush as you remove your own sunglasses.

“So are you” you lift your head at that compliment & look at those pouting lips. You both just naturally lean into the gap between you. His lips latch onto your own for a small peck of about 5 seconds before he pulls away leaving you hanging eyes still closed.

“Mmmm” you softly moan. “You are a gentleman, most men would have taken full advantage of that moment”

“Invitation accepted” his lips reconnect to yours & a 10 second kiss followed by a break again is then met with one so passionate that your heart might burst out of the binkin you are wearing. He has a hand on your hip, while the other cups your face. His tongue grazes your lips & you let him in straight away, you want him to experience all of your own delights. Your own hands are firmly on his chest. It’s not photo shopped & the most worked out chest at the ocean club, hence he wore a shirt to start, but you are running your hand across it & his little tummy & you don’t want to be anywhere else ever again. Here with your feet dipping in the water kissing the most charming & handsome man you have met in your life. You ruffle his wavey hair too.

“Javi” you moan as you both eventually break the embrace. You softly laugh & so does he as his moves a piece of hair from your face.

“I wanted to do that from the moment I walked past the bar the night before the karaoke”

“Really” your insides jump excitedly. He clearly has had a crush on you from a far. “I’m flattered”

“& now I know you, & our interest match, I see no reason for me to not ask you out on a proper date, just you & me & no ocean club, we can just be us”

“You sure, I mean there’s 100s of…” he stops you from talking with a quick smooch that takes you off guard.

“Forget anyone else, your the girl I want to get to know”

“& what if…ahhh” splash. As you went to reply to him Javi put his arm around your shoulders, & dragged you off your seat & into the pool bellow. You had no idea you were sitting near the deep end. You go to swim back up but Javi holds you under the water & helps you wrap your legs around him, before you make out until you run out of air. You come out of the water like Romeo & Juliet do in the Baz lurman film, sopping but still making out, splashing anyone who walked by but neither of you care. You rest your head on his chest & pant.

“No one’s ever kissed me like that before Javi”

“& I’ve never attempted that with anyone” he kisses your forehead. It’s only now as you hold him that you realise several people & pointing staring & gossiping. This makes you feel uncomfortable & you suddenly remember you are at the ocean club & you don’t really belong. You wrap your arms around Javi even more for protection.

“Everyone’s looking Javi” you say shyly realising your place in this world.

“Let them look”

“No Javi” you eventually break saftey away from him. “Coming here is a mistake, thank you though it’s been nice”

“But you only just got here” you swim back to the edge of the pool.

“It’s not you Javi it’s me” you leap out of the pool & hear some of the girls snigger at you. You hear one of the blondes from earlier say whale as you grab your stuff. You dry your feet so you can go to the changing room & scuttle past everyone ashamed. You then suddenly realise you have no idea where you are going & crumple on the floor by a flight of stairs. A fast pace of sticky feet find there way to you & big strong arms pick you up.

“Maybe next time don’t run off without an exit strategy” Javi whispers & takes you into a private locker room. He hits the buzzer so someone can go fetch your belongings which will appear in the room in 5mins time.

Your arms once again wrap around Jacks neck as you shiver, from shame & embarrassment but also from his soothing touch as he strokes your back.

“Sorry Javi” you whimper. “I just don’t understand what you would see in a girl like me, I’m not from money, I barely have a cent to my name, I’m just little old simple boring me, who has a gay flat mate & works at her uncles bar”

“Everything you have said right there, is more interesting than any of those influences ever wish to be. They may snigger but this time next year they might not have daddy’s trust fund & might have to work for their summer” he says calmly which cheers you up. “& I don’t care that your broke, I can look after you”

“That’s the other thing Javi, I don’t want you to think I’m just with you or being nice to you for your money, I still want my life.”

“Then you shall still… wait…” he smirks”are you saying you want me, you want to be with me” you eyelashes flutter as your chest heaves in time with his. This is only the second day you have known Javi & yet your mind is contemplating what a life in Majorca would be like. How it would feel to be Javis girlfriend, even though you just ran out in him you did it because you are falling for him & didn’t want to get hurt any more than you already have by those sniggering fake blondes.

You nod “I think I do, at least to spend the summer as yours & no one else’s” you look up at this man & your lips meet. No longer waiting for permission anymore. It feels like he’s an old flame who you’ve not kissed for ages despite only having your first kiss only 30mins ago. You moan as you feel one of his wandering hands Grace the material of your still damp bikini bottoms. His long fingers want to be inside there but you can tell from how tentative they are that he wants you to say yes before he has his fill. You know you’re going to be his & he will be yours until you have to get in that flight home.

“Javi” you moan & do similar to his crutch that he is doing to yours. You can feel his excitement build. “Will we get in trouble for this Javi?” He then takes your hand & slips it inside his swim shorts.

“If your quiet then no, & if we do I’ll pay them off” he smirks, before he drops to his knees your hand leaving his length which you had started to attend to & he pulls your bottoms down with his hands admiring your shaven mound. “Oooh baby” Javi says nothing else. Your legs spread a little & he licks over the top of your clit as you try to grip the wall & he slips two long thick fingers inside you.

“Fuck Javi” your hips move. His tongue gets to work. Those fingers are vigours as he adds a third, sloppy noises from your slick & their movements echoing around this private changing room. You give up on the wall plunging your hands into his mop of hair. “Oooh fuck fucking fuck” you whine your voice getting louder. The gasp you make as you cum on his fingers, reverberates around the room. Your face in a trance as pleasure spreads through your body. “Javi oooh fuck Javi” he eventually stands up & keeps a thumb on your clit as you breath is restored. His face glistening as he sucks on of his fingers that are still damp from his little treat, into your mouth.

“Well baby, I had to give you a short preview of what your going to get, it only seemed fair”

“Javi” you scream as he lifts you up & carrys you towards the shore of the beach. You’d spent the rest of the afternoon with Javi at the ocean club, in one of their private hot tubs out of view & for a discretional fee. You wanted to repay the compliment of Javis oral expertise. His penis was huge, but your mouth took it well. He even joked that this had been the quietest you had been since you’d met as his balls hit your chin. The way his eyes rolled back as he spilled down your throat, as your own streamed with tears, is an image you will never forget. You then went back to your apartment to get a change of clothes before you arrived at Javis Ibiza villa. It was decedent & for just somewhere he went an each summer was completely unnecessary but you didn’t care about that, you adored the man who owned it. Money was just a nice bonus.

You both had dressed up for dinner. Usually your Ibiza dressing up would be fancy dress but not with Javi. You wore an off the shoulder red dress, which hugged your curves & had even done your make up properly. Javi wore a dark green suit jacket & trousers & a charcoal shirt, & he took you to dinner. The best tapas place in the island. There you were just a couple, not the bar tender & the billionaire. You sat drank ate chatted flirted & kissed all night. You’re already not looking forward to be able to spend as much time with Javi even when you do get the odd day off, it won’t be enough. You were walking back to his villa on the sand hand in hand, when he scooped you up into his arms & ran to the shore. He stopped just before the edge laughing his head off as he smacks your bum & puts you back in your feet.

“Another day we can do that” Javi smile & kisses your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that stunning dress, you really have been stunning to look at all night, bewitching.”

“Stop it Javi” you playfully push him as the tide comes in over your feet, your only a few meters to go before you get to his villa. The night sky scattered with stars, the sound of partying happing a mile or so away filling the air, & yet the only thing you can think about are his lips & how good the next kiss will feel. “

“So”

“So” you both giggle.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Javi asks as he pulls you close his hand rest on your hip as you start to walk up to his place.

“Hmm… I’m not sure”

“What”

“So you don’t understand sarcasm?” He darts his eyes. “Javi, I’ll stay if you want me to stay, but if I do stay I’m not sure we will get much sleep” you both blush red, his hand has now moved, it’s going around in circles over your arse, sending shivers down your spine.

“That’s why siestas exist,” he smiles & then turns. His other hand also graces your bum, skating over the material of your dress. You both look deeply into each others eyes.”god your perfect” he says as you hand cups his face. As your lips meet for the most succulent kiss you drop your heels on the floor. You don’t care that you’ll never get the sand out, your hands are in his hair, your tongue teasing his, his facial hair rubbing against your sking. You can feel the material of your short red dress rising, his own wondering hands have found your skin. He has a handful of your bum, before you then take your own hand to his & put it underneath your thong.

“Take them off Javi” you whimper, before reengaging the kiss. The lace slowly trickles down your thighs & legs. He breaks the kiss & moves your feet so his can take them off before they get covered in sand. He looks at the sticky arousal inside the red lace.

“Does your underwear match?” He asks as he sniffs your thong & this empty hand has an index finger trail across your chest.

“No they don’t…”

“Oooh” his face looks a little disappointed.

“… Javi… they don’t because this dress doesn’t need a bra” your suddenly lifted up again by him & you wrap your legs around javis waist. His eyes now wide & excited.

“Then why the fuck are we out here” he says as he spins you around a few time as you passionately kiss him. “I’m taking you to bed” he puts your down grabs your shoes & your hand & then runs up to his villa with you.

“Will we even make it to the bedroom?”

“Let’s find out”

You do make it to the bedroom. Making out all the way up the stairs. This is the first time you realise Javi has staff even if you are already blinded by lust & passion for you sexy Spaniard . The front door was opened for you both, & locked behind. Someone tried to offer him a drink upon his return but could see he was tasting you, your lips quenching his thirst for now. Your shoes & thong dropped in the entrance hall as Javis hands went back to your arse, his jacket thrown from the stairs, his shoes kicked off before he was through his master bedroom door. Wearing an off the shoulder dress was the best idea you had ever had, his hands only needed to slightly move the zip at the top of your dress, before it fell from your body pooling at your feet. Instantly feeling two fingers plunge deeply into your cunt as he walked your back towards his kingsize bed, his other hand caressing your face, mouths still entangled. You undo the first two button of his shirt before he withdraws his long fingers, sucks them & then tugs the shirt off over his head as you hurry to undo his belt & fly, realising that as your hands opened them, that Javi had been commando all night. As he steps out of his trousers & you once again drop to your knees lapping your tongue around his hardened penis, you glimps a look at his perfect peachy arse in the mirror, clenched & looking so good. It’s a davine sight as he starts to groan as you tug on his balls.

“Baby stop I don’t wanna come yet” he pulls back his hips were already wanting to thrust further down your throat. He lifts you onto the bed & lifts your legs up towards your head, to the side. He can see exactly what waits for him. A clit desperate to be strummed, your sex dripping, your arse puckering. It’s like he’s at a buffet, a sexual buffet. He leans over you, your near the edge of the bet, & his penis swipes down over everything, the feel of it has you gripping your ankles. He leans into his bedside table & then his face drops? “Youre on birth control right?” You nod.

“I got tested last week for STDs tooo… ooooh fuck” you are busy talking about that but then he slips his penis inside you, the stretch of this magnificent girthy cock filling you up, he slowly goes, making it feel deeper than any man has gone before or is it just the position you are in. He pushes down hard, his balls hitting you, as your legs stay back for you to hold, your palms sweating even more as you already pant as he slowly moves back out & then does it again leaning all of his weight on top of you.

“God baby, so tight, so perfect, I’m gonna cum so quickly arghhhhh” his hand firmly grips your breast as he goes in again.

“Javi I’m in no rush, ooooh fuck.” His other hand is rubbing your clit now, ferociously, friction that if you were not shaved down there that could cause a Forrest fire. It quivers as you do. No man has ever, be it in Ibiza or anywhere, been this attentive. It’s like he somehow knows that when you pleasure yourself, it’s all about the pulses with your vibrator on your clit that makes you cum & clamp. He can feel you squeeze him each time he drags in & out of you.

“Fuck baby, oooh fuck yes” his rhythm is speeding up. You see his eyes dark with desire, he watches each time as he sinks all the way into you, the feel of your walls has him licking his lips, wondering how long he can last. “Best cunt ever baby, you take me so well”

“Javi, yess, oooooohhhh my my oooohhhh hmmmmmm” you can no longer say full sentences, as he starts hitting the spot, you can feel your own euphoria want to take over. “Baby bay oooh Javi more more”

“Fuck, oh Jesus” he growls. Your legs bent all the way back as he pounds you deeply, hips that have never moved faster, filling you up, making you breathless, watching as his thick hair starts to drip with sweat that runs down his neck & chest. Your own pelvis, rocking around him, feelings sexy, & magnificent as the tension, friction & pleasure builds ready to explode into a million diamonds.

“Javi yes yes yes I’m gonna cum, fuck fuck fuck fFGfFFfFUCK!!!!!” The last fuck comes out so high pitched as you release you inner pleasure. Your orgasm send Javi over the edge too.

“Fuck yes oooh baby girl” he fills you up, mixing his seed with yours. Wondering how he kept going for so long. You are bent in half & eyes still rolling on the back of your head when you feel his lips kiss you, still so soft, but now a more treasured kiss. You suddenly realise that this is your summer fling. The man who when you message him to say you are free will likely drop everything to come & satisfy your needs, because as you flicker you eye lashes open & softly smile moving that one random curl out of the way, the look he’s giving you without saying a word says the same thing. He’s still semi hard inside you as your hand rubs his face.

“Hello my sexy stranger”

“I don’t think I’m a stranger anymore” he whispers. He kisses you a few times more times on the lips before allowing your to move your legs before he withdrawals his cock, lies down next to you & then rolls you on top of him. His mouth sucking your nipples in seconds as you position yourself, gladly taking his cock inside you once more. Soft bounces down to his base moving slowly, taking him all in, anti clock wise motions you roll, he feels like he’s in your belly. He’s groping your arse cheeks as you eventually move faster no longer able to contain the slow sensual pace you both set to start with. You know Javi is still incontrol of this despite being on top. But as you sit up and his hands trail over your tummy as you caress his chest, you wonder how long this man really can last.

“Look at you, fucking sexy goddess, taking me so well, you know what you like”

“Oooh Javi yes, I do”

“Then be a good girl for me & cum quickly so I can lick all of your arousal away & I can them cum down your throat.” It sets you off. You’re soon slurping Javis cock, his own cum tasting salty as you 69. He laps always at all of your holes tutting. “We made a mess baby, I think we’re going to have to go again” before he slaps your arse firmly. You shimmy off him & it’s not long before you are back on your back as he’s back inside your pussy, making you both cum long into the night, louder than the parties going on in the distances.

11months later.

There you stand opening night of the bar for the season. Now the owner, you saved the money Javi had given you & offered to buy part of the bar off your uncle, who then practically said you could be full incharge & would make all the profits form it now. It’s been redecorated durring the off season, with new staff & with a new idea to keep the regulars happy but to bring in new people too. Justin smirks at you.

“To us”he says as he raises you a shot, the one you are both allowed a night.

“To us” you reply

“To us” says Lucas. The guy who had looked after you all of last summer at the ocean club when you had been there, when the season was over, you told him things were changing & you offered him a job, he is now the bars manager. “& it’s already been worth it”

“Yes it has, they had it coming” you’d been reading resumes for new staff & two of the girls you had turned down for jobs here this season, were the two girls at the ocean club who were judgemental & bitchy towards you last year, clearly being an influences doesn’t get you everywhere.

“& can I just say” Justin says once his shot is drunk “that it’s nice that I won’t have to hear you scream in pleasure in the shower now every other morning.”

“Justin!”

“What?! He clearly knew what he was doing, mr Chav”

“It’s..”

“Javi…” the seductive voice comes behind you, his hand grips your waist instantly, his lips always so soft. Javi had made sure you didn’t need to temp, you’ve promised to pay him back, after spending the entire winter in Majorca at his compound, but he’s point blank refused. You both got in trouble for missing a few key things he had to do due to how much sex you’d been having. The summer fling had become a relationship & you were both head over heels in love.

“Alright” says Justin.”I have to say the water bill is less too now already”

“Anyhow don’t you have reping to do for us?” Lucas asked him.

“Bloody hell even the new guy has picked your side” he says before Lucas smacks Justin’s arse & winks. “Ooh he can stay”

With the bar almost filled on opening night you step on to the stage.

“Welcome to the new season for Ibiza this year everyone. For those of you who have or haven’t been here before karaoke Tuesdays are still a thing & I always do the opening song to make the night well only improve” the room cheers. “But tonight I would like my partner in crime to get up here,” Javi almost spits his drink out, you hadn’t told him this yet. He looks shocked but Lucas all but pushes him onto the stage. He’s blushing & you give him a polite look & whisper. “€10000 euros pays for this & a blow job once it’s over baby” his eyes go wild & he squeezes your bum.

“Okay”he can’t get anymore words out, as his hand slips inside your short shorts & realises you have no knickers on.

“Right” you also look a little flush. “You ready?”

“Wait what are we…” & then the music starts & he smiles. “Seriously?”

“Yes” & the two of you do a rendition of listen to the rain on the roof from the end of Paddington 2. Including some bad dance moves & it’s met with rapturous applause. You do a little bow. But then Javi grabs the main microphone from you & talks.

“Thanks everyone for coming but there’s one more thing that needs to happen before we get the show on the road properly.” Javi drops to one knee & produces a small blue box.

“My sweet beautiful sexy señorita” he says followed by your full name, “please would you do me the honour of making this the fling of a life time, & agree to be my wife” Javi opens the box, as your jaw drops. Inside is a simple one stone diamond ring, nothing flashy, very classy, very you. Javi learnt very early on he didn’t need to flash the cash to impress you & this shows that he just wants you for who you are. Your eyes spill with tears as you reply with a yes, before he is up & sweeping you off your feet spinning you around, as all your patrons cheer. The ring fits perfectly as he puts you back on your feet, before you passionately kiss him on stage in front of everyone. He moves your hair which is no longer dyed blonde but is your natural mousey blonde colour, out if the way of your ear, so he can whisper.

“Let’s go make sure the vip bathroom is okay shall we” he says. “I think we need to more private celebration, so your eyes can keep streaming.”

[ladamedusoif]

Snowball Fight (Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 16

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: Light smut; no use of Y/N; no physical description of reader; established relationship; references to Christmas (secular)

Rating: Mature (18+ MDNI, just to be extra careful)

Summary: His first Christmas with you in London, and Javi is convinced it’ll be a white one.

For @agentjackdaniels, with a nod to her wonderful Strictly Javier series

London. One week to Christmas.

“Javi, are you looking up sleds?”

You blink awake, alerted by the bright light emanating from your boyfriend’s iPad. For a moment you think you’re imagining things. But no - Javi is wide awake and scrolling through a website selling all manner of brightly-coloured plastic sleds.

“Good morning, princesa!” He leans over and kisses the top of your head. “Yes. I thought it would be wise to order now, for when the snow comes.”

You sit up and nuzzle against his shoulder. “Javi, sweetheart…how much snow are you expecting, exactly?”

Javi’s bright smile lights up the bedroom in the morning gloom. “Well, some, at least, no? It always seems to snow in the movies. I have never seen a white Christmas - though I have seen White Christmas, several times.”

You smile softly, thinking of all the chocolate box-perfect scenes from films like The Holiday and Bridget Jones’ Diary of an England where it always seemed to snow at Christmas. The reality, as you knew all too well, was rather different. It had snowed a couple of times, it was true, but you were far more likely to get rain and sleet than the blankets of pure white the movies presented. 

“We’ll have a look at the weather forecast before we make any sled purchases, I think, Javi.” You kiss him and he pulls you in close to his warm body, covering you back up with the duvet despite your protestations. “I have to go to work, love, I’m sorry…but I’ll see you later for our big Christmas shop?”

Javi reluctantly lets you go and watches as you climb out of the bed, grabbing your cosy, bright pink dressing gown and popping on your matching slippers. He smiles beatifically at you. 

“I am so excited, my darling - it’s all new, all the traditions and special Christmas delicacies here! I want to make our first Christmas together - my first Christmas with you, here - perfect.”

“Maybe don’t get too excited about the food, babe,” you admit. “Hope you like root vegetables, that’s all I’m saying.”

Javi has spent the last week heroically cooking, cleaning, and taking care of you while you finish up the final frantic preparations at work before the Christmas break. Each day he tells you about something new he’s discovered about Christmas here, excitedly sharing his discovery with the kind of joy that makes you realise how jaded your attitude to the season had become over the years.

Today, it’s selection boxes: run of the mill to you, but a marvel to Javi.

“These do not exist in Spain, mi amor! Yes, we have our special sweets but this?” He waves a brightly-coloured cardboard box filled with various chocolate bars at you. “It is wonderful. A wonderful menu of treats to choose from. But you can choose first.” He peers at the labels. “Maltesers or Mars Bar?”

You reach for the Maltesers. “I love you, Javi Gutierrez. You are helping me see the world anew.”

The TV news has ended and the weather report for London begins. 

“Bad news for all those hoping for a white Christmas, I’m afraid - looks like we’ll get our usual mix of overcast skies and showers, at least until New Year’s Eve.” The weather presenter looks apologetically into the camera.

“Oh, well. At least I did not order the sled.” Javi chews thoughtfully on the Mars Bar and you lean over to cuddle him, enjoying the feeling of his cornflower-blue cashmere sweater against your skin. 

“There’s always next year, darling.”

He hums happily. “And the year after that.”

You look up at him and grin. “And the year after that, and the year after that… but I expect at least a few Mallorcan festive seasons, please?”

He squeezes your hand. “We have a whole lifetime to choose where we celebrate the holidays. As long as we are together.”

On Christmas morning you wake first and peek through the curtains of your flat. As predicted, the sky is overcast, though there’s no sign of the promised showers. 

“Feliz Navidad, princesa.” Javi sleepily hauls himself out of bed and walks over to join you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you lean in to kiss him.

“No snow, I’m afraid.”

He shrugs. “Another time. Now, it’s still early and we don’t have anywhere to be, so…can I take you back to bed and keep you nice and warm?”

You giggle and race him back to the comfort of your shared bed, immediately reaching for each other under the duvet, hands seeking to remove and discard pyjama pants, nightshirts, and anything else getting in the way of being completely naked in each other’s arms. 

Javi kisses you along the side of your neck and down to your breasts, hands holding you tight around the middle as you sigh with pleasure.

“I haven’t even given you your gift yet, Javi…”

He chuckles and flicks his tongue over your nipple, making you gasp. “I have you. I do not need anything else.”

You cook him breakfast - he wants to take charge of dinner, and has spent weeks with various Nigel Slater and Delia Smith cookbooks in preparation - and then repair to the couch, Javi reading through the TV listings magazine and exclaiming happily when he sees a movie he likes in the planner. 

It is possibly the most perfect Christmas there ever was, you think, wriggling your toes happily in your new cashmere socks (one of Javi’s gifts to you) as you cuddle up to him and take a long draught from your huge mug of tea. You close your eyes for a moment to feel fully present in the kind of happiness you never thought you’d get to know. 

At first, you think it’s a trick of the light, caused by the way you’ve closed and opened your eyes. As your vision adjusts, you realise it’s nothing of the sort.

“Javi?” You nudge him and point towards the window of the flat. “Look. Look, Javi.”

He stands up and walks to the window and you follow quickly behind. 

“Is it…?”

“It’s snowing, Javi. It’s a white Christmas.”

Hampstead Heath is already busy with people of all ages when you and Javi get there, snugly wrapped up in your warmest coats and hats. Some children are gamely trying to use their sleds, despite the covering of snow barely being thick enough to roll up.

Javi glances at them and then gives you a pointed look before breaking into a grin. “I know, I know, mi amor. I couldn’t have used the sled anyway.”

“So what do you want to do, baby? I don’t recommend snow angels, not on the Heath - god knows what you’d find on your coat afterwards - and there isn’t enough snow for snowmen, not yet.”

Javi looks around for a moment, honey-brown curls poking out adorably under his dark red knitted hat. He bends forward and reaches for some snow, carefully shaping it in his gloved hands.

“Something else I’ve seen in the movies, maybe? A snowball fight.”

You nod, and he lobs the snowball at you so gently that it barely touches you before it plops sadly to the grass at your feet. 

“Oh, Javi, you’re going to have to do better than that.” Your turn to take aim, and the frozen missile lands squarely on Javi’s chest. He gazes down at it, amazed, before making another snowball of his own. 

You both run around the open expanse of ground, squealing with laughter and throwing snowballs like raucous schoolchildren (albeit with terrible aim). 

Nearby, church bells signal the hour and Javi pulls you to him and kisses you deeply as the snow continues to fall.

Just like in the movies. 

Author's Note: I suspect (judging by personal experience) that the selection box may not be a familiar concept to readers outside of the UK and Ireland, so here's an explainer. Basically: imagine a cardboard box filled with a selection of chocolate bars and sweets, usually from a single brand or manufacturer.