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absurdthirst · 14 days ago

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My Best Friend's Wedding {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18.5k

Warnings: Flirting, set ups by best friends, hook up, closet sex, wedding sex, unprotected sex, Javi G is dirty and you love it, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of extreme wealth, dating

Comments: Coming in for your best friend's wedding, you meet Javi Gutierrez, her new husband's best friend. Best Man and Maid of Honor for the evening leading to something you never expected.

A/N: HEAVILY influenced by the trailer for Materalists

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Oh my God. Where are the flowers? My bouquet?” Your best friend, Ruby, asks in a panic as she looks around the bridal suite. “They are here.” You gesture to the table behind her where the flowers are waiting for her. She sighs in relief and you grin, walking over to her now that she’s in her gown. “You look gorgeous. He’s gonna know he hit the jackpot.” You coo, reaching for her shaking hands. “Thanks. I - I’m so glad you’re here.” She confesses and you smile, “wouldn’t be anywhere else.” You nearly didn’t make it. Coming home from working in L.A had meant a delayed flight made you miss the rehearsal dinner but you flew in on the red eye, exhausted by ready to stand by your friend's side as she marries the man she loves. “Did you meet Javi?” She asks and you shake your head, “not yet. You mentioned he was coming back from L.A too?” She nods, “he’s a screenwriter. Became a producer. He’s big over there but he lives in New York.” She reminds you and you snort, “he clearly didn’t come in on the same flight as me.” Ruby bites her lip, smothering her chuckle, “yeah. He doesn’t really worry about delays.” You roll your eyes, “lucky bastard. I’ll meet him when I walk down the aisle.” You giggle, “now…let’s put on the finishing touches and get you married!” You declare and the other bridesmaids squeal their excitement.

Javi watches as Aaron paces nervously around the groom’s suite. A little jealous of the love and excitement that is shining in his friend’s eyes. Today he is marrying the love of his life and Javi couldn’t even bring a date. Well, he could have, but no one with substance. No one that wants him beyond that wallet he has in his tuxedo pocket. He chuckles and moves over to the groom, stopping him mid pace to adjust his bow tie and flowers that are pinned to his lapel. “Never imagined this day when we were in boarding school together.” He admits with a smile. “Lucky bastard.”

Aaron nods, “aren’t I? She’s - I’m so fucking in love with her I feel like I’m gonna puke right now.” He confesses, “and I have only drank one beer.” The other groomsmen tried to get him to have a shot or two but Aaron refused and Javi put a stop to it, wanting the groom to be sober when he says “I do.” The wedding planner appears moments later and grins when she says “it’s time boys.” Javi pats Aaron on the chest and the groom inhales deeply before making his way through the halls to the doors that lead to the nave. The doors open to expose the crowd and Aaron smiles and waves to his friends and family as he makes his way down the aisle to wait for his bride to make her entrance. “Any minute now.” Javi murmurs, embroidered handkerchief ready for his friend. He knows he will have tears when he sees Ruby.

****

You fumble with your flowers, checking the bride over and she looks at you, hands shaking a little. “You’re gorgeous. He’s definitely going to cry.” You tease and she scoffs playfully, “he’d better.” You chuckle and she steps back to stand with her father just as the wedding planner cues the music. The bridesmaids line up and you wink at Ruby before you make your way down the long aisle to where Aaron is waiting for her.

Javi watches with a smile on his face as the bridesmaids file down the aisle. He met all but the maid of honor. Ruby had been worried that you might miss the entire wedding, so much so that Javi had honestly thought she was going to be sick. You come into sight and he’s struck by how beautiful you are, a vision in the soft pink dresses that Ruby had chosen for her bridesmaids. Accent by glittery ruby pendant necklaces that had been her gifts to her best friends for being there on her special day.

You take your position at the end of the line of bridesmaids and your eyes drift over to Javi, the best man you’ve yet to meet, and holy shit. Ruby never mentioned how hot he is. You’ve always been weak for men that can pull off a mustache. You shuffle in your heels, trying to focus back on the wedding and not how much you want to jump the best man. You don’t know much about him but you know he’s gorgeous. He offers you a smile and a small wave that has you melting and you wave back, “hi.” You mouth just as the song changes and Ruby begins to make her entrance.

It’s hard to drag his gaze away from you, but Ruby and Aaron deserve this moment. They have waited for it for so long and he turns to watch the bride make her way down the aisle towards his best friend. Aaron chokes out a small sob and Javi is right there, quietly pressing the handkerchief into his palm.

You have tears in your eyes as you watch Aaron’s reaction to Ruby. You sniff, taking her flowers and you grin, ridiculously happy for her. They’ve been planning this wedding for so long and you’ve helped her with every detail. Spending nights on FaceTime while you worked overseas or across the country. You can’t believe they are finally getting married. You watch them join hands and focus on them as they go through the ceremony while crying, laughing, and finally kissing when the priest declares them husband and wife.

Javi claps and laughs happily as Aaron makes a loud whoop of happiness, lifting his and Ruby’s entangled hands up in the air. The happy couple sprints down the aisle and now Javi gets to approach you and offer his arm. “So you are the elusive best friend.” He jokes as you take his arm and the two of you quickly follow behind the bride and groom to rush to take photos.

You chuckle as you stride down the aisle, “busy more than elusive. I nearly didn’t make it because of a delay at LAX but I would’ve hired a private jet if I could’ve to make sure I was here for them.” You joke, “it’s nice to finally meet you, Javi.” You offer him a soft smile as you walk through the church doors and onto the street where the cars are waiting to take you to the reception but not before you are whisked off for photos.

Javi sits next to you as you ride through the streets and wonders why you weren’t at the engagement party. “What do you do?” He asks, twisting his body towards you. “That keeps you on the road so much?”

He’s so handsome and he oozes charm in a way that makes your skin tingle. It’s alarming how charismatic he is, dark eyes soft and focused on you. “I’m a photographer. Mainly I do photography for sets…like movies, tv shows. Takes me all over the place.” You confess, “but it’s my passion. Even if it means I pay for a New York apartment that I barely use.” You chuckle, “what about you? Ruby said you were just in L.A?”

He is surprised and delighted that you work adjacent to his own field. Even if you don’t recognize him, that’s even better for him. He nods. “Visitng the west coast reminds me of home.” He explains. “My family is from Mallorca, we lived right on the cliffs overlooking the Balearic Seas.”

You smile, enjoying the look on his face as he thinks of his home. "I've never been but I hear it's gorgeous." You look down at his hands, noticing the lack of a ring, and you bite your lip, "you came to the wedding without a plus one too?"

“No date.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “Although a certain member of the wedding party has been talked about continuously.” He admits, leaning closer and grinning mischievously. “I think our friends were hoping we might have a spark.”

You snort, nodding, "oh yes. The bride has not stopped talking about the handsome best man and...and I don't think she was exaggerating about how handsome he is." You confess, "they were definitely plotting to hook us up today."

His eyes sparkle and he takes your compliment to heart. “Perhaps we should indulge them?” He ponders. “It is their wedding day. It should be exactly what they wish.”

You haven't had sex in a while...not since your last boyfriend broke up with you because you were gone too much for work. Javier is sexy and charming - you could definitely do worse to break your dry spell. "Let's see how the day goes. A girl needs a little wooing." You tease, winking at him despite knowing you're definitely going to fuck him later.

He can agree with that, smirking slightly as he picks up your hand and kisses the back of it softly. “And wooed you shall be.” He promises.

Your skin tingles from where he kissed you and you lean back into the seat, knowing this wedding is going to be fun with Javier at your side. You arrive at the reception, a beautiful building that will also be the setting for the photos and Javier opens the door, holding his hand out to you to help you out of the car. "What a gentleman." You coo and he chuckles, "most of the time." You giggle and his hand is on your lower back as he guides you into the building where the bride and groom are waiting.

The venue is opulent, gorgeously decorated and Javi is impressed by the choices Aaron and Ruby have made for this. “Shall we get a drink once we ‘arrive’?” He asks. “What is your drink of choice?”

You like how he hovers close and you tilt your head towards him after you admire the decor. Months of Facetime discussions between you and Ruby now come to life and it's perfect. "Champagne." You smile, "or prosecco. I don't mind. Anything bubbly."

“Anything bubbly.” He repeats, making note of that. “I think that we can take care of that.” He guides you over to the doorway so you can take your place behind the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, the bridal party entering before the happy couple. He notices your dress is caught and he stops you. “Wait” he tells you, bending down to gently untangle your dress so you don’t trip or rip the bottom.

Your heart flutters as he kneels down in front of you to untangle your dress. “Truly you’re a gentleman, Javi.” You smile, taking his arm that he offers you after he stands up straight. The band plays the entrance music and you grin as you enter the reception to cheers and applause.

The table for the bridal party is just off to the side of the bride and groom’s table so he leads you towards it. Finding your names on the placards, he smirks to himself as he notices that they put the two of you next to one another. Once you set down your bouquet, the DJ announces that the guest should stand for the introduction of Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Rodriguez.

You turn and clap, cheering as your friends make their grand entrance. You feel Javier next to you as he whistles and claps, making your stomach twist with lust for the best man. It’s a cliche but you know you won’t be able to resist him tonight. The happy couple walk in and over to the dance floor, the band changing the song to a slow love song that Ruby had changed her mind on a thousand times until Aaron reminded her of a song that played on their first date. It was romantic and immediately melted your best friend. “They look so in love.” You murmur, clasping your hands together on your chest.

“I’m jealous.” Javi admits. “Not of them personally, but for what they have.” He watches them gaze into each other’s eyes, only focused on each other while the entire room is watching them. “They love each other, are committed to each other and now they are going to build their life together.”

You nod, shifting your hand to his upper arm, feeling how strong he is under his beautifully tailored suit. “I know.” You sigh softly, “it’s so hard to find someone in this day and age. Hell, I’ve tried every dating app there is, even considered a matchmaker, but I’ll know him when I find him.” You smile, watching Aaron kiss Ruby softly, and you turn to see Javi looking at you. His dark eyes burn into yours and your mouth is dry. You barely know him but he’s sending you into a frenzy.

The dance comes to an end and the clapping pulls his attention away. “We should probably get that drink.” He admits, voice a little raspy with an emotion that he shouldn’t voice right now.

You nod, your throat dry from watching your friends dance and they make their way over to the sweetheart table while Javi tells you to sit down and he will get your drink. You nod, thanking him, and watching as he walks off, disappearing through the throngs of people. “Goddamn.” Aly, one of your fellow bridesmaids and sister to the groom comments, “you look like you’re in love.” You scoff, turning to look at her, “I’ve only just met him.” She smirks, leaning closer, “well he looks like he wants to eat you up and I know Javi, he isn’t one to make moves for no reason. Trust me, I should know.” You bite your lip, wondering if you’re enough for him when Aly is available. Maybe he’s interested in her. She’s gorgeous and from generational wealth and she has known Javier most of her life.

Javi turns towards the room after he orders the champagne Aaron had ordered for the day. It’s an especially good vintage and had been flown in from France. Spotting you talking to Aly. When you glance his way, he smiles and gives you a little wave, hoping that Aly isn’t telling you too much about him. He would much rather develop this relationship naturally.

When he waves, you can’t help but wave back. He is so handsome, you can’t even believe that he seems interested in you. Aly is soon distracted by one of the groomsmen, and you sit there watching the crowd until Javier returns with your glass of champagne. “You are a godsend.“ You groan when you take the glass from his hand, his thick fingers brushing yours. His answering smile makes your heartbeat flutter and he sits down beside you before he turns towards you and says, “a toast, to new love and old love.” You smile and clink your glass against his before you take a sip of your drink.

Javi watches you, admiring the way your neck tilts back as the bubbly champagne slides down your throat. The lipstick you are wearing leaves a smudge on the glass and he can’t help but wish that same color was on his lips from your kisses. “So after the wedding, where are you off to next?” He asks, putting his own champagne down after a sip and leaning in to listen to you.

You set your glass down, “I’m here actually. I’m covering some movies being filmed in the city.” You love how he tilts his head and crosses his legs. “What about you? Any trips to L.A planned?”

“I was planning on spending a little time in the city myself.” He admits and opens his hands slightly. “Work.” He shrugs. “I should be back in L.A in a month or two.”

You nod, glad that he’s not jetting off around the world, “what do you do for work?” He rubs his jaw, looking away from you for a moment before his dark eyes meet yours. “I’m a writer.” Your eyebrows raise, “wow. Like novels or television?” You inquire and he smiles, “whatever I can get my hands on.” He says vaguely and you hum, realizing that he probably doesn’t want to talk about work at his best friend’s wedding. The food is now being served and you sit properly, watching the bridal party take their seats as you wait for your dinner selection. “What did you pick?” You ask Javi and he smirks, “the steak. Obviously.” You chuckle, “I got the chicken.”

“Chicken is good.” He would rather the steak, but the servers start to deliver the meals. So he leans back and glances around the room. “Hopefully the reception is just as lovely as the wedding.” He offers. “Are they doing the traditional bouquet toss and garter toss?” He asks you.

You nod as you pick up your glass of champagne, “yes. She wanted everything to be really traditional. I like it. I prefer things that are timeless.” You confess, “and Ruby felt the same.” You glance around at the gorgeous reception, the center pieces you helped her choose alongside her mom. The food soon arrives and everyone in the bridal party table is talking about the after party once the happy couple have taken their leave. “We could go to a club.” Aly suggests and you snort, “we’d have to change.” She nods in agreement and soon, the DJ is announcing the speeches. “I’m up first.” You inhale deeply, nervous for the speech. “You’re going to be great.” Javier promises and you nod, exhaling shakily as you grab your notes. You make your way to stand next to the bride and groom, taking the microphone. “I first met Ruby when we were eight and one of the first things we talked about was what we wanted our weddings to look like.” You smile, looking at your best friend, “the flowers, the dress, the cake…we just didn’t know who the groom would be. Well, I think she found the perfect groom too. Aaron, I couldn’t ask for a better husband for my best friend. A best friend for my best friend. I am still waiting for my wedding day…painfully single so the only cake I’m picking is the slice of the day from Whole Foods.” You joke and the crowd chuckles, “but I’m so happy to see you enjoying the day we planned so many years ago. In fact, it’s better than we planned. I wish you both all the happiness in the world. To Aaron and Ruby.” You toast, holding your champagne glass up.

“To Aaron and Ruby!” Javi joins the rest of the crowd in the toast and takes a sip before he stands up to make his own speech. Straightening his tuxedo jacket and smiling at you as he walks up to the microphone. He leans in and gives you a small hug and kisses your cheek before you go to sit back down. “The maid of honor had the perfect speech so I will just say…..ditto.” He jokes, making the audience laugh before he shifts and rubs his nose. “I’ve known Aaron for a long time. We met in boarding school. God, what a time.” He snorts. “But he had a plan for survival. He had a plan for everything it seems. Aaron has always known what he wanted. Ever since we were little boys. He always knew he wanted to build skyscrapers and he does.” He smiles at his friend, nodding at him in approval. “He always knew that he wanted to travel the world, which he has.” He sighs softly. “And most importantly, he always knew he wanted to marry the perfect woman for him and live happily ever after. Just like it’s a Disney movie.” He looks at Ruby and smiles. “And that’s what he’s done today. He’s married a woman that is completely perfect for him and as jealous as I am to say this, today is the first day of happily ever after.” He holds up his glass. “To happily ever after and all the joy it can bring you.”

You lift your glass, eyes a little glassy from the emotions of his speech and you hug him when he returns to your table. “That was incredible.” You compliment him, taking your seats to watch the other speeches. You watch the wedding planner grab a chair and bring it to the dance floor, the singer announcing the garter toss and Aaron takes Ruby’s hand to guide her over to the dance floor and lets her sit down. She looks mortified as he kneels, ducking under her dress to find the garter. The crowd whistles and cheers when he finds it and the singer calls all the single men to the dance floor.

“I guess that means I have to go.” He sighs as he puts down his drink, but there’s a smirk on his face as he stands. “See you in a minute after I catch it.” He promises with a wink before he’s joining the other men in the middle of the floor.

You can’t believe that he is single. He’s funny, handsome, smart, and unbelievably sexy from what you have known of him so far. You watch him as he strides onto the dance floor and the singer counts down for Aaron to throw the garter into the crowd of men behind him. You watch as Javier‘s hand comes up above the crowd, victorious smile on his face, and you clap for him. The crowd whistles and cheers, and Javier turns to you and winks, making your heart flutter once again. He comes over to you, garter in hand, and you giggle, “ I can’t believe you caught it!“ Javier grins, wanting to give it back to Aaron as he tucks it into his jacket, “You’re up next.“ You nod and watch as Ruby prepares to throw her bouquet. The wedding singer calls up the single ladies and you place yourself in the crowd, watching Ruby wink to you as she turns and prepares to throw the flowers over her head. You don’t really fight for them but within a blink of an eye, they land in your hands and your jaw drops.

Javi sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles before clapping and cheering with the rest of the ballroom. “If the best man - who caught the garter - will come forward,” The dj’s tone is amused and warm, “it’s time to claim your dance with the maid of honor, coincidentally the catcher of the bouquet.” Javi chuckles, wondering if somehow this has been set up as he stands and makes his way out to where you are standing with the bouquet.

You fluster, handing the bouquet back to Ruby who is beaming as Javier walks over to you and holds his hand out which you take. You inhale sharply when he pulls you close as the music starts. Your hand in his as your other hand grips his shoulder. Your heart pounds as his cologne hits your nose as he starts to sway you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He teases, a broad smile on his face as he moves you around the dance floor. You fit perfectly in his arms. You giggle slightly and he finds it charming. “Do you think they planned this too? Or is it just the stars aligning tonight?”

“It definitely seems like the universe wants to put us together.” You hum, watching as other couples join you on the dance floor after the singer announces it and you lean into him a little more, “it’s like a movie.” You confess, knowing you’ve watched more than your fair share of rom coms.

“It does.” He agrees with a soft smile. “And I love movies.” He admits with a small chuckle. “Especially the ones that have a happy ending. What about you?” He takes a chance and grips you a little tighter before he dips your body down and makes the room burst out in applause.

Your hands squeeze him as your eyes meet his when he dips you, and he smoothly spins you after you stand, bringing you back into his chest in a manner that would make most professional dancers jealous. You’re not used to being the center of attention. Always in the background taking photos. “Javi!” You giggle, deciding to take a chance and slide your hand up to the back of his neck, playing with the curls that aren’t slicked back at the nape. “I love a happy ending.” You tease, feeling bolder as his hand slides lower down your back.

His lips curve a little more, the twinkle in his eyes becomes slightly naughty and he leans into you. His nose touching yours and his breath washing over your lips. “So do I, sweetheart.” He promises. Your fingers feel perfect, tangled into his hair and he would throw caution to the wind and kiss you, but the song ends right as he licks his lips.

Your chest heaves as you stay locked together for a few moments as the crowd around you applauds and another song begins. You want him. You want him now. He's intoxicating and you know this is selfish but the bride and groom are talking to their guests and you have no more duties. You take Javier's hand from your waist, "come with me." You order as you start to guide him off the dance floor and through the reception until you are in the hall.

He doesn’t ask you where you are taking him, pretty sure of the destination. Or a general idea. There was a moment, a spark, between the two of you on the dance floor and from the way you are rushing, you are just as eager as he is. “Don’t hurt yourself running in those heels.” He hums. “We have all night.”

You chuckle at his concern, guiding him down the hall to the coat closet that hasn't been used since it's a warm day, and you pull the door open. After flicking on the light, you drag him inside and shut the door. Your chest heaves, the music from the reception now muffled as you face him. His dark eyes are focused on you and intense. The room is musty from being out of use for the summer months and dust swirls in the air. He doesn't make a move and that makes your stomach twist, wondering if you've made a mistake. "I don't do this kind of thing so I might've-" He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck, dragging you towards him as his lips press against yours. You squeak into his mouth in surprise until you melt, wrapping your arms around his neck to return his kiss and deepen it.

He had given you a chance to change your mind. To decide this wasn’t what you wanted, but when you started talking, he had to kiss you. Groaning into your mouth when you melt against him and start to kiss him back. He turns you and presses you against the wall of the closet, crowding you against it and letting you feel the length of his body and the rapidly hardening arousal that is now heavy against your core as he licks into your mouth.

You moan at the way he’s pressing against you, your entire body on fire from his touch and he’s only kissed you. His tongue presses against your lips and you eagerly open, sliding your tongue against his as you slide your hands down his back and under his jacket, pushing on it to get it off his shoulders so you can touch more of him. He grunts, letting go of you, his tongue caressing yours as he leans his body so he can remove his suit jacket, and your hands find his back again, caressing the strong muscles beneath the crisp white shirt.

Javi feels drunk but he hasn’t even finished one glass of champagne. His hands slide down to your ass and he breaks away from your lips to kiss along your jaw. “What do you want, sweetheart?” He coos, voice thick and raspy with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

The kisses pressed to your jaw combined with his raspy, lust tinged voice, has your core clenching around nothing. “Oh God.” You moan, “I need you to fuck me.” You plead, wanting to feel him, all of him, and you slide your hand down his chest to squeeze his cock through his pants.

It’s Javi’s turn to moan, twitching in your grip as you rub his cock through the expensive material of his tuxedo pants. “Good.” He pants, squeezing your ass and then starting to bunch your dress up. “Because I want to fuck you.” He confesses. “Wanted to from the second I saw you.”

The way his voice has deepened makes you wetter and you let him drag your dress up while you work on his belt buckle, wanting to touch him. You don’t have time to strip off but you want to see his face when you start to pump his cock. “I thought you were the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” You confess breathlessly as his hands squeeze your bare ass.

Your fingers are soft and perfect around his cock, making him groan as you start to stroke him. Proud that you are just as attracted to him as he is to you. He had pretty good instincts about things and he knows you are exactly what he needs. “No panties.” He teases, sliding his hand down your thigh to pull it up on his hip. “Didn’t want lines or hoping to get fucked in a coat closet tonight?”

He's thick, velvet covered steel in your hand, and you know it's going to sting a little to take him without more foreplay but you're impatient. "Both." You tease back, loving he back and forth between you, "imagined being the cliche of best man and maid of honor fucking and it manifested. Lucky for me you are the sexiest man here." You lean in to kiss his jaw, "want you inside me, Javi. I'm clean. I have an IUD. I trust you." You promise against his neck.

Javi groans as you squeeze him again. “Are you ready?” He pants, turning and kissing you. He knows he’s larger than some and he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Yes.” You moan, guiding him towards your core and he lifts your leg higher on his hip. “I’m clean.” He promises, knowing this is risky, but he knows he can trust you. You wouldn’t be friends with Ruby and by extension- Aaron - if you weren’t.

When he starts to push into you, you shift your hand to his shoulder, clinging to him. He’s thick and it stings a little but you don’t care. You need him inside you. “Fuck.” You puff against his lips, relaxing as he stretches you out, and you press your lips to his chin.

He can tell that you need a second. Cooing softly, “fuck, that’s it. I need a second, baby.” His own lips start a line of kisses along your cheek. “So perfect around me, give me a moment before I explode.”

His honesty has you giggling and you run your fingers through his styled hair, unable to help yourself. "Take your time, handsome." You murmur, sighing when his lips kiss your neck and down to your shoulder, helping you take more of him when he gives a small rock of his hips.

You make a small sound of pleasure and he sighs against your pulse. This could turn into something slower but this isn’t the time or the place for it. “Ready?” He asks softly, his voice raspy with need.

“Please.” You beg softly, clinging to him, your heel digging into his ass as he squeezes your thigh. When he pulls his hips back, your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, but when he pushes back in, harder, your eyes open and you moan his name. “Shit. Yes. More.” You plead, wanting him to fuck you.

Your moan of pure need sets him off. Making him want to hear more of your sounds. He sets the pace with sharp and quick thrusts, not wanting to pull too far away as he starts rocking into you.

You cling to him, moans concealed within the coat closet and he starts to fuck you in a way that has you wetter, taking him easier. “Javi. You - you’re so big.” You moan your compliment into his jaw while his hands squeeze your flesh.

He grunts, loving how you compliment him and stroke his neck as he rocks into you. You are amazing and feel incredible around him. He can feel how you squeeze him every time he pushes deep. "You are perfect." He pants.

His praise makes your heart pound and you whimper when he adjusts your thigh on his hip and sinks deeper inside you. "Oh God." You pant, fingers digging into his suit jacket, "yes. Shit. Feel so good." You moan your praise, loving how he twitches inside you with every sweet word you give him.

He loves how you whimper and moan for him. It spurs him on. Holding onto your body and bracing you up shit the wall while pushing into you again and again. There’s something scandalous about this, you could be discovered at any moment. He slides his tongue into your mouth as he groans.

You curl your fingers around the back of his neck, tongue sliding against his, as he works you higher and higher. The fact that you could be caught at any second has you clenching around him, worked up by the naughtiness. “Fuck.” You pant into his mouth, “I’m - so close. Keep - just like that.” You plead breathlessly.

He grunts in agreement, keeping the pace and angle of his thrusts the same. Feeling how you lean into the roll of your hips. Giving back to him as he fucks you against the wall in a coat closet. The musty fabric and fur around you and he bites down on your shoulder. “Cum for me.” He commands. “Cum on me.”

His raspy demand pushes you over the edge. You clamp down on his cock, body shaking as your weight is completely supported by him, and you cry into his hair. “Oh fuck baby.” You moan, clinging to him as your orgasm rocks through you.

The wave of heat that surrounds his cock makes him hiss in pleasure. Making him grit his teeth as he works you through your orgasm with your cunt clenching down around him so tight he can barely move. “So perfect.” He praises, knowing that he’s only moments behind you. Only a few thrusts of his hips before he’s pushing deep, crushing his lips against yours to silence the moans as his cock throbs deep inside your body, painting your walls with his cum.

You kiss him as he works himself through his orgasm, your tongue swallowing his moans of pleasure, and your legs are shaking but he keeps his grip on you tight. “That was - wow.” You giggle when he relaxes, cock twitching inside you, and his grip loosens a little.

“Definitely wow.” He agrees with a chuckle, kissing you again as he slowly starts to lower the leg back down to the floor and pulls out of you. “You are incredible.” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Spend the night with me when this is over?”

You caress his cheek and smile, “I’d love to.” You murmur, loving how he doesn’t push you away now that he’s fucked you like most men would’ve done. “I better go to the bathroom and clean up. We should get back in there.” You slide your hand down to pat his chest.

He hums and slides your dress back down your hips and leans down to pick up the hairpin that had fallen. Handing it to you. “Would you like me to wait for you or get you a fresh glass of champagne?”

You know that people have probably noticed you are both missing but you want to maintain some dignity after fucking the best man in a coat closet. "Can you get me a glass and I'll meet you in there?" You hum, kissing his cheek after you slide the hairpin back into place. He nods, adjusting his jacket and making sure his hair is slicked back before he opens the door, gesturing for you to walk out before him. There's no one in the hall so you turn to him, "see you in there, handsome." You wink and stride off as best you can on shaky legs to find the bathroom.

As soon as Javi re-enters the ballroom, he can tell that Aaron suspects something. The grin he’s being given says as much, but Javi has never been a kiss and tell kind of guy. He nods towards his best friend and moves to the bar to get fresh drinks like you requested. Pulling out his phone to discreetly send a text about making sure his apartment was ready.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your lips swollen from his kisses, your neck a little sensitive from his mustache, and you feel giddy. You really like him. Your eyes are blown with excitement, still riding the high from the sex, and after righting your appearance, you make your way back into the ballroom. You find Javi at the bar, your hand caressing his arm as you lean close to him, "fancy seeing you here." You tease his earlier comment and the smile he gives you takes your breath away. You can't wait to go home with him.

After having another drink, dinner is eaten and there is more dancing. Both of you are eager to continue the night. Soon enough, you are lined up with the guests and bridal party, showering the laughing couple with birdseed as they rush out of the ballroom into the waiting limousine to take them to their hotel for the night. The bridal suite here will be packed up by the wedding planner and you are released to your own devices. “Shall we go?” Javi asks, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You nod, smelling the lingering scent of his cologne, and you lean into his side as some of the guests linger at the reception. You find your clutch and take Javi’s outstretched hand. “Let’s go.” You smile, eager to spend more time with him.

It only takes moments to guide you outside and to the car he has waiting. The seek town car is less conspicuous than a limo, b\ut it’s still very luxurious. “The apartment, Bradley.” He tells his driver after closing the door.

You are surprised by the town car and assumed he hired it for today. "Wow. This is beautiful." You admire the leather and turn to look at Javier to find him already staring at you, "has anyone told you how handsome you are?" You murmur, caressing his cheek. "You have tonight." He says, turning his head to kiss your palm and it makes your heart flutter. "And that still wasn't enough times." You reply softly, letting your fingertips caress his lips.

He finds your compliments soothing and surprising. There’s none of the false flattery in your tone or words. You aren’t trying to soften him up beyond giving him a compliment. “You are even more perfect than Ruby said.” He hums, reaching out to caress your cheek. “And she made you seem like a goddess.”

You snort softly, "she likes to exaggerate when she wants something to happen and I'm not perfect. No one is. I want....I want to be with someone who is perfect for me." You confess, jaded after spending so much time traveling and working, most of your boyfriends couldn't handle it, handle your success within your industry. Those relationships died and you hope Javier isn't one of those men. You shift closer, seeing his dark gaze focused on you, and you brush your lips against his.

“And what is perfect for you?” He asks, enjoying the flirtation of your lips against his. His hands skim up your arms and around your back. “What do you need in a relationship?” He doesn’t mind your work, your constant travel. He travels a lot for work as well, many hours being spent on projects.

“A best friend. Someone to talk to. Who listens when I vent a little and lets me listen to him vent a little. Someone to try that new Italian place with. Someone to share everyday moments with and the big events. I want a partner who will be there with me for everything.” You confess, “that’s what is perfect for me.”

“That sounds nice.” Javi agrees, smiling softly at the wistful sound of your voice. “Someone who knows when you need a glass of wine and foot rub or to just let you vent.” He nods. “It is hard to find someone to trust.” He admits. “But I have a good feeling about you.”

You smile, reaching for his hand, and you nod, “me too. We just seem to…click.” You murmur, looking down at how perfectly your hand fits in his. “I don’t want to be spoiled. I believe in give and take. I want to be there for my partner as much as he’s there for me. I want to be your shoulder to lean on, to hold you, and listen to you.”

He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “There are ways to spoil each other.” He promises. “It’s all about making sure that we both agree and enjoy.” He feels the car slowing down and bites his lip. “We are here.”

You glance around, recognizing you’re on Park Avenue, and you frown in confusion, “are you sure?” You ask, and he nods, watching his driver open the door. He slides out and holds his hand out to you, escorting you into the expensive building when the doorman opens the door. You’re silent as the concierge greets him by name and the elevator opens.

“I can hear you think.” Javi hums as the access card comes out of his pocket, pulled out of his wallet earlier, and swiped for access to his apartment. He doesn’t have to press a button as the doors close and the elevator starts to rise. He turns towards you and lifts a brow.

“I’m, uh, surprised. Did you - are you staying with a friend or is this…do you live here?” You ask, shocked because he definitely doesn’t give off rich asshole vibes. “I live here.” He confirms and your eyes widen, “wow. Okay, uh, I didn’t expect that.” You confess and he frowns, “is it - do you not want to stay?” He asks, wondering if that turns you off. “No. No. I want to stay. It’s just - you don’t give off rich prick living on Park Avenue vibes. You’re…well, you’re nice and I didn’t expect it. I want to stay. I’m sorry. I’m acting weird.” You apologize, reaching for his hand.

“Don’t apologize.” He realizes that you didn’t know that he was wealthy, or at least as wealthy as he is. “I like that you didn’t single me out as a rich prick.” He laughs. “Some of them are horrible. I can’t stand how elitist they can be.” He shrugs. “We all put our pants on one leg at a time.”

You chuckle, agreeing with him, and you wonder what the catch is. He’s sweet, sexy, handsome, funny, and apparently rich. Has he got a sex dungeon or skeleton in his closet? The elevator doors open and your eyes widen when you turn your head to see his apartment. “Oh my God.” You choke, looking out at Central Park and the skyline. He guides you out of the elevator, letting go of your hand so he can toe off his shoes and shrug off his jacket after a long day of wearing them. “Wow.” You gasp, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows.

He lets you walk around the apartment, taking it in. The view is stunning, he always appreciates it when he is here. Most often at night when he’s drinking a glass of whiskey or wine. Alone. Now he can imagine you here, bringing life and love into the space. Greeting him and chatting about your day. Asking him about his and making plans. He chuckles as he moves over to the wet bar. “Drink?” He offers.

You nod, slipping off your heels, by his shoes in the hallway and you pad over to him as he tilts his head and asks you what you want. “Whatever you want to open.” You smirk and he chuckles, grabbing a bottle of red wine. “This?” You nod, “perfect.” You let him wrangle with opening the bottle and find your way into the kitchen. “Oh my God. This is my wet dream.” You joke, running your fingers across the range that costs more than your last car. “I’d love to cook in here.”

“You like to cook?” Javi asks as he finally pops the cork and finds two glasses to pour the wine into. “I very rarely get the chance to make more than an egg on the stove myself.” He admits. When he’s in New York, he’s often entertaining and he entertains at restaurants. Keeping his apartment as his own personal retreat.

You admire the surface of the counter, the sink, it’s all perfect for a professional chef. “I love to, when I’m not traveling. So not often but when I get the chance, I spend all day preparing and cooking. I love baking too.” You walk over to him when he holds the glass out towards you.

“I bet you are good at it.” He taps his glass against yours and smirks. “I would offer my kitchen to you, but that sounds so sexist.” He jokes. “‘Feel free to come cook for me anytime.’” He shakes his head.

You chuckle, letting him guide you over to his sofa. “I’d love to use your kitchen, baby.” You promise, “that’s like something you’d see in The Bear.” You smirk, “but I like cooking more homemade meals.” You hum, taking a sip of the wine. “God, this is good.” You lick your lips and lean back on his sofa when he’s settled next to you. “So what’s the catch? Are you secretly into some weird sexual shit? Are you hiding a dead body? Why are you still single when you are apparently handsome, funny, and rich? It’s baffling.”

He laughs, loving the way you just shoot straight to the point. You don’t pull any punches. “I don’t think that I’m that kinky. Nothing 50 Shades, at least.” He takes a sip of his wine, watching as you stare at him expectantly. “I don’t like being used.” He admits, swirling his wine around after breaking eye contact and staring at the red liquid. “Women wanting to date me because of who I am, my connections.” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip. “I was tired of the wrong women walking in and out of my life.”

You shift, tucking your legs under you as you adjust to move closer to him. “You’re a writer? Screenwriter?” He nods and you bite your lip for a second, “I’m guessing a really successful one and I haven’t heard of you?” You ask and he nods, “I wrote a movie for Nic Cage.” He confesses and your eyes widen, “the Nic Cage? Goddamn. You- that’s amazing, Javi. Well, I think I can say that any woman who has used you is a moron. You are successful, yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re an asshole who uses a casting couch to get his kicks, right?” His eyes widen and he shakes his head almost comically fast. “I have my own connections.” You tease, “and I don’t need diamonds. They are nice but I’m not a flashy girl. Give me a massage and I’m happy.” You grin, “and some chocolates.”

“I like that.” He admits with a matching grin, leaning into you. “I could give you a massage.” He winks playfully. “In or out of the soaker tub in my bathroom.” He teases back. “I just want a woman who wants to get to know me. Just like I want to know about her. You.” He adds. “More than what you like and don’t like. I want to know how you feel, what you think.”

You feel like you’re in a dream. He’s appeared from nowhere and now your heart is pounding. It hasn’t even been a day. “Let’s see how it goes, Mr. Hollywood.” You tease, “you could hate me next week.” He shakes his head, “I doubt it.” You lean closer, “let’s take it a day at a time.” You murmur, brushing your lips against his, “but right now, I want to see you out of that suit.”

He hums against your lips and lets you take control of the kiss. Holding still and letting you explore as he sighs softly. He feels your desire and he loves it. Everyone wants to be wanted. Blindly reaching over to set his wine down, he takes your glass to place it beside his and pulls you closer.

You shift to straddle him, your dress bunching at your hips as you lift it to spread your thighs. You tongue licks along his lower lip and his responding groan has you whimpering into his mouth. Your tongue meets his and his hands slide down your back until he's squeezing your ass. "Javi." You moan when he kisses along your jaw and your hands slide down his chest until you start working on undoing his bow tie. His hand finds the zipper of your dress, playing with it until he slides it down. When the straps fall from your arms, you let them drop and shrug out of them after you toss his bow tie aside and your tits are exposed to his hungry eyes.

“No bra.” His eyes darken and he lunges forward to wrap his lips around one of the stiff peaks, loving how you cry out and your fingers immediately bury themselves in his hair. He’s had lovers over the years, many of them, but none that make this seem so effortless. You aren’t putting on a show for him, there’s no sexy lingerie to entice him. Just the beauty of your body and hunger of need. He groans when you tug on his longer locks, cock twitching against your lips as you grind down against him.

You're lucky the dress had support stitched into it so there's one less layer between you and Javier. His mouth is hot on your nipple and your fingers slide from his head down to his chest, working on the buttons of his white shirt. You manage to get it undone and push it off his shoulders, admiring how strong he is, muscles flexing under freckled skin that has you dripping onto his tuxedo pants. He grunts, reaching for his cufflinks to rip them from their place and he tosses them onto the floor. Shrugging off his shirt, your hands immediately caress the heated skin, sliding your hands along his shoulders, down his strong arms that wrap around your waist, and across to his chest, touching as much as you can.

Your fingers are greedy to touch him and he is just as eager to explore you. Cupping your tits as he switches over to the other breast, sliding his hands down to your hips and encouraging you to rock onto his cock. Ruin his pants, he doesn’t care. He’d smirk at the dry cleaner proudly. “So beautiful.” He groans as he pulls off your nipple with a pop and starts scattering kisses along the top of your breasts. “So sexy. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You push him back from your chest, shifting off his lap so you can kneel between his thighs. You kiss down his stomach, the small belly is sexy as hell, and you work on his pants as you press kisses to the skin. “You’re sexy. I am the lucky one.” You murmur against his flesh and finally you reach in to pull his hard cock from his pants. “Goddamn.” You murmur, admiring his girth in your grip. Uncut and thick. Your cunt drips and your eyes meet his as you pull his foreskin down, leaning in to flick your tongue over the slit where a bead of pre-cum has gathered.

A shudder ripples through him as he groans. “Fuuuuck.” He hisses, hand cupping your cheek while he fights for control. It’s been awhile since someone has given him a blow job. “You don’t have to.” He promises but you just grin at him in a way that makes his heart gallop in his chest, “I want to.” You assure him before you flick your tongue over the tip again. “Oh fuck.” His head falls back as you start to stroke him, your talented tongue sliding around the sensitive head.

You let your spit slide down his length so you can slick up your palm to stroke him easier. “You’re so thick.” You moan as you press a kiss to the head then wrap your lips around him, taking him into your mouth. His answering groan has your stomach twisting with desire and you are eager to pull him apart with your mouth.

You obviously enjoy it as much as he does. “Oh shit.” He hisses, fingers curling around your jaw as you take him deeper. “I can’t believe that you are sucking my cock.” He admits breathlessly. “I had imagined spreading you out on my bed. My tongue buried in your pussy.”

“After.” You promise as you lift off his cock for a moment, wanting to feel him cum down your throat first. He seems like the kind of man who never gets to finish like this and you want to watch him as he falls apart. You take him deeper, widening your jaw, and you choke for a moment until you swallow and inhale, taking him again.

"After." He practically whines when you take him back down your throat again. Huffing out a breath and trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. His other hand is curled on his thigh, tight in a fist as you start to quickly bob your head up and down.

You see how wrecked he is and that eggs you on. You moan around him, your fingers not touching as you grip the base and push him down your throat while breathing through your nose. His answering groan makes the slight tinge of pain worth it and you work him deeper until your lips are touching your fingers.

He feels your throat tighten around him and his hips buck up slightly, making you choke. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” He pants, feeling you pull back and he lunges forward to caress your cheek. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

You love that his control unravelled for a moment and you pull off him, pumping him, "that was hot." You promise, spit dripping down your chin, and you take him back into your mouth, relaxing so he can fuck your throat again .

He feels the way your throat opens and he chokes out your name as you pull on his thigh, encouraging him to rock his hips up. He’s never had a woman look so sexy with spit sliding down her chin and her eyes watery and not care about how she looks. “You look so fucking sexy.” He praises breathlessly, trying to keep from gagging you again as he slowly starts to rock his hips up.

You are dripping from his raspy compliments and moans of pleasure. You can’t help yourself, you squeeze your breast with your free hand, squeezing him with the other as he rocks his hips up. You are breathing harshly through your nose, eyes closing for a second before you open them when he twitches and you know he’s cumming. He lets out a strangled groan and you keep your head still so he can rock himself through his orgasm while you struggle to swallow his cum.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses in pleasure as the last ropes of cum shoot down your throat and his entire body sags back onto the sofa as he relaxes. Groaning your name and reaching for you to pull your mouth off of him and he is dragging you up onto his lap for a kiss. “You’re perfect.” He pants against your lips and his thumb wipes away a drop of his cum from your chin.

You love how he’s not bothered to kiss you and you run your fingers through his hair when you lean back to look at him. “You haven’t had a blowjob in a while, huh?” You tease him, kissing his chin. He is still a little dazed so you shuffle off his lap and shove your dress over your hips, letting it pool at your feet, “why don’t you show me to your bedroom, best man?” You ask, stepping out of the dress and abandoning it as you start to explore his apartment.

It takes him a moment to compose himself and he is pushing off the couch and finishing stripping down. He has no issue walking around the penthouse nude. The glass is reflective and no one can see in. Especially at this height. He finds you staring up at a painting that is hanging in the foyer and he hums as he takes your hand. “This way.” He grins, tugging you slightly.

You let him guide you down the hall and you gasp when you see the massive bed in the middle of the room, Central Park on display by the window. “Oh my God.” You murmur, shocked by how incredible his apartment is but he’s soon distracting you by grabbing you, pressing his lips to yours while he walks you back to his bed.

Javi knows that you will want to stare out the window, but he wants to taste you. Eager to see how you respond to his own eagerness to use his mouth on you. “I want to see you spread out.” He murmurs.

You can’t deny him when he is kissing along your jaw like that. You nod and back up to the bed, shifting to lay down on it as he kneels and grabs your hips, lifting you up until your head is on his pillows. “Oh my God these are soft.” You declare and he chuckles, grabbing your foot to press kisses to your ankle and you shift onto your elbows to watch him kiss his way up your leg. “God, you’re a tease.” You huff when he kisses your inner thigh and shifts down to kiss your other ankle.

He chuckles again, smirking as he looks up and winks at you. “Thorough.” He corrects and continues to kiss along your leg up to your knee. Scraping his teeth over your thigh as he starts to move up. “You are soft. Sweet.” He coos. “You are going to be my favorite dessert, I know it.”

“Not as good as the wedding ca- oh fuck!” You cry when his tongue slides through your folds. His tongue is hot and wet, taking your breath away and you shift so you can run your fingers through his hair. “Handsome, smart, funny, great taste in New York real estate and goes down on a woman? How the fuck aren’t you married?” You ask breathlessly, freezing for a second. “Wait - you’re not married, are you?” You wonder if that’s the catch but then you’re reminded that Ruby wouldn’t have set you up and all of their mutual friends would’ve mentioned it. “Sorry. No. You’re not. I’m just in - in disbelief.” You add quickly when he pulls back from your folds and frowns at your question. “Sorry. You’re just - you’re a unicorn.”

He can understand why you would question it. “A unicorn?” He tilts his head, curiously and you sigh as you shift slightly. “The complete package and seemingly unspoiled.” He thinks about it for a moment and shrugs. “Then I am a unicorn.” He tells you, smirking before he laps at your clit again.

You moan, grabbing his hair, “fucking mythical for sure with that tongue.” He’s eager to eat you out, not just doing it to make sure you’re wet enough to fuck like your exes would do, not even letting you cum. You whimper, collapsing back onto his pillows as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

Javi watches you with dark eyes, absorbing how beautiful you look every time a flash of pleasure washes over your face. Sliding a hand up to cup your breast and squeeze it even as his other hand holds your hip and encourages you to grind down on his face.

The pleasure has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, and your fingers grip his hair. “Oh Javi. Feels so good, baby.” You rock your hips down and he grunts, sucking on your clit. “Keep going. Keep - oh fuck!” You cry, pushed over the edge with just his tongue.

He’s amazed that you didn’t need his fingers. Groaning as your core floods his mouth with your juices. He loves that you are pressing so wantonly, taking what you need from him. Until you are pulling your hips away from his tongue and he slowly starts to kiss your inner thighs as you pant. “Another?” He asks, not quite hard yet and willing to make you cum again.

How could you say no when he asks so sweetly with your cum shining on his chin? "Yes. God, you're gonna ruin me for anyone else." You confess breathlessly, "please, Javi." You request, squeezing your tits as you look down at him.

His chuckle is dirty and his wink is absolutely wicked. “Then my plan is working.” He teases, watching your face as he lowers his mouth back to your pussy. Loving how your hips buck up to greet his tongue.

You moan when his hot tongue slides over your clit again. “Fuck.” You pant, eyes squeezing shut at the way he laps at you. He’s ravenous, sucking on your clit, and when his finger pushes into you, he turns his wrist. “Another.” You plead, loving how thick his fingers are and he adds another, stretching you out, and you whimper, “yes, that’s - shit.” A hiss escapes your lips as you lift your leg onto his shoulder so his fingers sink deeper.

You are hot and tight around his digits, making him moan into your folds as he curls them up. He loves this, loves making you whimper and he can already see himself becoming addicted to it. To you. He might be a billionaire, but he loves the carnality of this moment. His money isn’t an issue, his skill as a lover is all you care about and he makes sure you know he’s damn good at pleasing a woman.

He has you breathless and you rock your hips into his fingers and mouth, seeking another crest to the pleasure he's giving you. "Oh fuck. Jav - baby. You're gonna make me- yes!" You cry out, clamping down on his fingers. Your orgasm hitting you harder and faster thanks to how he's already made you cum.

You’re perfect. He groans as he watches you fall apart for him, mesmerized by the your jaw drops and your eyes roll back in your head. You aren’t faking it, those aren’t measured pretty cries to please him. It’s raw and primal, making him throb against the silken sheets.

“Fuck me.” You demand, reaching down to cup his cheek, dragging him away from your pussy. “Please, Javi. Fuck me. I need you inside me.” You plead, gripping his shoulders when he shuffles up your body.

He kisses his way up your body. “You. Need. Me. Inside. You. Baby?” Every word is accented by another kiss. Groaning when you reach down and wrap your hand around his aching cock. “I need to be inside you too.” He confesses breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours as you spread your thighs and slot him at your entrance.

He slowly pushes into you and your jaw drops, a breathless moan escaping your lips as he stretches you out. In the coat closet, you were rushed and dressed. Now, you can run your hands down his shoulders and back, trace the freckles that scatter his skin, and you lean in to kiss his jaw as he looms above you. “You feel so good.” You murmur, opening your eyes to look at him.

He is staring down at you with a look of wonder on his face. Feeling a deeper connection with you than anything he’s ever had before. “You are amazing.” He promises, ducking his head down to start scattering kisses across your face as he hovers over you, giving you time to stretch out around him.

When he starts to move, you inhale sharply, and he pauses, looking at you. "No. It - it feels good. Don't you dare stop." You demand, squeezing his biceps as he rocks back into you.

He chuckles as he starts to move again, relaxing when he realizes you are enjoying it and he’s not hurting you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pants out as he fills you again.

You lift your hips to meet his, grinding up so it changes the angle he hits inside you. “Oh shit.” You sigh, caressing his back until you are squeezing his ass, pushing him impossibly deeper. “That’s so good, baby. Fuck, haven’t felt like this in - well, ever. Never felt like this.” You ramble, knowing that you’ve never had a man fuck you like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do. Javier has put his entire body into making you cum.

He grunts in pleasure as you spur him on with your words. Loving how vocal you are and he ducks his head to start kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin along your neck. “You are perfect. So hot and tight around me.” He groans. “You’re making me lose my mind, baby.”

Your heels dig into his thighs and you love how he pushes into you a little faster. Your hands slide up from his ass to tangle in his hair, dragging his face to yours to press your lips to his. Your tongue slides into his mouth and it’s messy and raw, skin slapping in the room, and you love every second of it.

Javi is driven. Determined to keep the title of best lover that you’ve bestowed on him. That thought pushes every snap of his hips as he buries his cock deep inside you. Suddenly reaching back and grabbing one of your ankles to drag it up over his shoulder to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you. Pushing it back towards your body as he grunts and groans in pleasure.

The new angle has you clawing at his back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he expertly pushes against that spot inside you. “Fuck, yes!” You cry, nails biting into his skin as he fucks you harder, “keep - just like that.”

He’s panting, practically growling as he fucks you. The desperation to hear more making him thrust even harder. Push deeper. Wanting to see how hard you can shatter. He loves that you are marking him up, claiming him. “Fuck, fuck.” He hisses. “Cum for me.”

Your nails leave red marks on his skin, and your chest heaves as he fucks you hard. It’s intoxicating and you are drunk on Javier. It only takes a couple of thrusts for you to follow his command, falling apart on his cock as you soak it, squeeze it, and cry his name as ecstasy hits you.

You soak him. He feels the rush of your hot juices splashing over his cock and dripping down his balls as he continues to hammer into you. “Shit, that’s it.” He hisses, loving the sensation. He’s already so fucking close, ramping up his thrusts to chase his own orgasm.

You try to breathe through the pleasure, wrapping your leg around his waist to push him impossibly deeper, lifting your hip to meet his thrusts as he frantically hammers into you. He grunts through pledge teeth, jaw locked as his eyes flutter and squeeze tight as he starts to cum. You watch in awe at his face when his cock twitches and starts to paint your walls with his hot seed.

He’s completely spent when he’s finally still inside you. Collapsing into your arms and panting against your sweat slick neck. “Fuck.” He chuckles, almost giggling at how good he feels. “You are an angel sent to tempt me.” He murmurs nonsensically.

You caress his sweaty back and run your finger through his damp hair. “Not to tempt you. You can have me however you want.” You promise breathlessly, turning your head to kiss his forehead. You feel boneless and you stare up at the ornate ceiling. “How much is this apartment?” You ask curious and he swings his arm over your waist, “$12 million.” You swallow, throat dry at that price and you nod, “could be worse, huh?” You tease, caressing his cheek when he looks up at you.

He shrugs slightly and pulls you closer. “Could be.” He admits with a slight smile. “Could be alone in this bed tonight.” He moves in and kisses you softly. “Do you want to clean up, or get some sleep?”

“I need to clean up. That’s twice you’ve cum inside me. I should probably shower and I- shit - I don’t have any clothes so I guess I’ll be doing the walk of shame in my dress.” You giggle, knowing it will be worth it. “You wanna shower with me?”

He makes a note to have some more casual clothes delivered and he nods. “Shower or bath?” He asks, smirking slightly. “The tub is massive and the view is amazing.” He entices, knowing you will love looking out over the city.

“Tub. Let’s soak in the tub.” You decide, knowing you could use that after the long day you’ve had being maid of honor and meeting Javier. He nods and kisses your chest, grunting as he slowly pulls out of you and shuffles out of the silk sheets. You admire his ass as he walks into the en-suite, listening to him turn on the tub. “You’re spoiling me.” You smirk, caressing his back when you walk into the bathroom.

“You’ve figured out my plan.” He jokes, straightening up and turning to pull you against him. “Don’t worry about being in the bath, no one can see through the windows.” He promises, leaning in to kiss you. “You want your wine? Maybe a snack while we relax?”

"Seriously...you can't be real." You tease him again and he chuckles, kissing your cheek, "wine and snacks sound perfect." You promise and soon enough, you're in the tub, leaning back into his chest with a glass of wine in your hand. You look out at the city lights, realizing that you had no idea that this is how your best friend's wedding day would end up.

****

“So how does your work schedule look tonight?” Javi leans back in his chair and twirls a pen as he cradles his phone against his ear. He’s on his desk phone, surprising you with a new number when he called. “Are you free, or still working on that project?” After the wedding, you’ve talked quite a bit, but work has kept you busy and he is eager to see you again.

You pull your hands away from the keyboard and play with the headphone in your ear, “I am just doing some editing but I should be done with it this afternoon and I have a few days off before my next project.” You tell him, biting your lip. Ever since that night, you’ve been talking to Javi on the phone constantly. Surprised when that morning he offered you clothes to go home in that he had his assistant buy you and a coffee from the shop you mentioned you love during pillow talk. You left with a promise to see each other, sealed with a kiss that made you dizzy, but you’ve both been so busy since the wedding.

“A few days off, huh?” He grins on the other end of the phone as the vague idea he had solidifies. “Would you let me steal you for them? Or do you have vital plans like reorganizing your fridge and doing laundry?” He chuckles because you had mentioned needing to do both things and he confessed he hates doing laundry most of all chores. It had surprised you that he did his own laundry but he normally washes his clothes that don’t go to the cleaners.

You smile, heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again, “you can steal me for them. My laundry can wait.” You promise, knowing that seeing him is more important to you, and you would rather see your handsome lover than sit in a laundromat for hours.

“Good.” He coos, biting his lip in excitement. “Why don’t you pack a bag just in case?” He offers as if it’s a reasonable suggestion. “That way you have everything you need.”

You feel spoiled already and you have no clue what he’s planning. “I can do that. Anything in particular I should wear?” You ask, wanting to look good for him and get a clue about where you are going.

“Something that makes you feel good.” He would never expect to tell you how to dress and he loves your style. He has admittedly spent quite a bit of time looking at your Instagram. “Maybe a dress?”

"Yes sir." You tease and you hear his chuckle, "what time should I be ready?" You ask and he hums, "I'll swing by to pick you up at 6." You say, "see you then, handsome." You talk for a few more minutes about your days before you are putting the phone down to finish up your work until you need to get ready for Javier.

After putting down the phone, Javi picks up his cell phone and types out a message to his pilot. He wants the helicopter fueled and ready to take off by 6:45. Destination: Boston.

You are shocked when Javier’s driver appears on the doorstep of your building to take your bag, and you make your way outside, following him until you see Javier standing by the Mercedes. “Hey handsome.” You coo, stepping closer as his hand finds your waist so you can softly kiss him. He’s wearing a suit with no tie and a few buttons undone. He looks delicious.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiles before he steals another kiss, pulling back to look into your eyes. “Ready to go?” He asks, hoping that you are just as eager for this date as he is.

You nod, happy to see him again, and he opens the door despite his driver hovering nearby. He taps his arm, “thank you, Frank.” He nods and walks around to the drivers side while Javier helps you in and slides in beside you. “So is the mystery going to be revealed yet?” You tease, reaching for his hand.

He smirks slightly and nods, his fingers lacing with yours. “I made reservations at Carmelina’s.” He tells you. You had told him about your favorite little Italian place when you were in the North End.

Your eyes widen, “Boston? We - I thought this was just dinner. We can stay in New York. How - are we driving?” You ramble, confused and surprised. “Just sit back and relax baby, I got it all planned.” He promises and you squeeze his hand, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Unicorn.” You remind him playfully and he chuckles, turning his head to kiss you while the car navigates Manhattan traffic. The car comes to a stop and you expect to be at JFK for a domestic flight but you are shocked when the door is opened and you are on a tarmac with a helicopter waiting there. “A helicopter?” Your eyes widen when you turn to look at Javi.

He lifts a brow. “Don’t tell me that you don’t like riding in a helicopter?” He asks, knowing that he would hate to have planned something you didn’t like. “I don’t know, I’ve never ridden in one.” You admit and he grins. “You’ll love it.” He promises as he guides you towards the helicopter and his driver grabs the bags that he had stowed in the trunk for you. His own bag with yours. “We’ll be there quickly, and our reservation is for 8.”

You are soon strapped in and headphones placed on your head as the helicopter begins to lift into the sky. You squeeze Javier’s hand as you look at the skyline of Manhattan and he brings your hand up to kiss the back of it. “You doing okay, hermosa?” He asks and you nod, offering a smile as you can hardly believe this is happening. “Just don’t let go.” You plead, squeezing his hand and he nods, his eyes serious as he says “never.” Your heart flutters and you relax once you’re in the air and making your way towards Boston.

You’re excited, even if you are a little nervous. It is different from flying in a 737 or even a little Learjet. However, Javi loves it for getting to places quickly if they are close enough. “Since I don’t have an apartment in Boston, I took the liberty of booking us into the Newbury.” He tells you. “If you want to stay the night? Play tourists for a day?”

The look in his eyes is soft and eager, making you caress his cheek, "it's perfect. I'd love it." You promise, amazed yet again by this man. He has a goddamn helicopter, he could have anyone he wants, and yet it's you by his side. "Where...where else do you have apartments?" You ask, curious because you thought his Park Ave home was his one and only.

He hums thoughtfully. “I have a house in the hills in Los Angeles.” He admits. “It feels like a completely different world, even if it looks out over the city.” He shrugs. “The apartment in London I decided to sell last year, I didn’t visit nearly enough. Although I had to keep the house in Greece.”

Your jaw drops in shock, "holy shit." You murmur and he flushes a little, cheeks reddening. "You're - how rich are you?" You ask breathlessly and he bites his lip, looking down at your hands, "like, uh, billions." He admits and you feel a little sick. "Oh my God." You choke, unable to believe he is a billionaire. It's beyond anything you'd ever known. You swallow, looking down at his hand in yours and you frown, shifting your gaze to the sky as you approach Boston. He leaves you to your thoughts as you descend and when you land, you are helped off the helicopter and into the awaiting car. You bite your lip once you're seated next to Javier and he reaches for your hand. "You've been so quiet, hermosa, what's wrong?" You turn to look at him, "I guess...I just wonder why me when you could have literally any woman in the world?" You voice the question that's been haunting you.

His gaze towards you softens and he squeezes your hand gently, picking it up and his other hand smoothes over the back of it, sandwiching it between his. “You are beautiful, so hopefully this makes sense.” He starts. “Have you ever had a relationship where your partner expected you to just look beautiful all the time? He didn’t want to know you, to love you beyond the clothes you wore and the makeup on your face?” He asks. “That is similar to what I was facing. Every woman I would meet didn’t care to know me, know my heart. They wanted to use me, either my money or my connections. I decided I wanted more than that.” He shoots you a smile. “The connection that I feel here is real, and I want to see where this goes.”

His words have you melting and you cup his cheek, leaning in to softly kiss him. “I’m sorry they didn’t take the time to get to know you because you’re funny, smart, and ridiculously sweet.” You caress his cheek, “and I started falling for you before I knew you had a cent to your name. Money is…it comes and goes. I’ve seen people lose everything and when that happens, it’s the person next to you that matters. Sure, money makes life easier, but you can’t buy love. Only companionship. I want…I want you for who you are, Javi. Not what you have.” You promise, wanting him to know your feelings for him haven’t changed just because of this revelation.

He beams, feeling his heart swell and he bites his lip. “Then we are on the same page.” He agrees. “Although don’t be surprised if I jet you off for surprises.” He warns with a wink. “I love the idea of spoiling you.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him softly, "let's have fun. We both work so much. Let's let go and enjoy our time here and I can spoil you in other ways." You tease, kissing his jaw before you bite down on his earlobe.

He smirks slightly. “I thought I spoiled you that way.” He teases, enjoying the flash of lust in your eyes. You want him and that thrills him. “But first, let’s enjoy dinner. I’ve never been here, but you talked so highly about it I wanted to try it.”

You nod, “I swear it’s the best restaurant in Boston. It’s, uh, nothing fancy but the food is to die for.” You groan, remembering your favorite dish they serve there. “And the owners are super sweet. You’ll love it.” You promise, squeezing his hand as the car makes its way into the city.

“I don’t care about fancy.” He promises. “Some of the best places and people don’t have any airs about them.” He chuckles. “My bagel shop is a little hole in the wall place. Never want to eat anywhere else for bagels.”

You’re soon pulling up outside the restaurant, a tiny little hole in the wall, and you can’t believe Javier remembered you mentioning this over the phone. He’s truly a unicorn. He pulls your chair out and sits down after unbuttoning his jacket. “Thank you for bringing me here.” You smile, looking up from the menu in your hands.

“It is my pleasure.” He smiles and leans in. “So what is best here? Or should we order several things and share?” He suggests, smirking and waggling his brows playfully. “We needed to unwind and some of your favorite food and maybe a walk around the city will be relaxing?”

“The carbonara is to die for.” You tell him, “and the meatballs.” Your stomach rumbles just thinking about it. You haven’t had pasta like this in a while, struggling to find anywhere in New York that compares. “We can definitely share if you want, baby and I know a great spot to go for a walk.”

“Perfect.” He nods. “The Sunday Macaroni, the Carbonara and do you want to try the Wild Mushroom Risotto or the Rollati?” He asks. “I love risotto, but the pistachio ricotta in the rollati sounds amazing.” He grins. “We might have to take the leftovers back to the hotel for a late night snack.”

You grin back, loving how enthusiastic he is and you set your menu down on the table. “I’m sure we will need a midnight snack later.” You smirk and he winks, “both the risotto and rollati then.” You giggle and nod, greeting the server. Javier orders a bottle of red and you’re soon sipping it, waiting on your food. He looks so fucking handsome in this intimate setting and you can’t believe he wants you. It feels like a dream. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, tilting his head, and you smile, “just how lucky I am.”

Javi smiles as he bites his lip. “Then it’s good that I feel lucky too.” He compliments. “You are sweet, beautiful, smart and talented.” He taps his glass against yours. “I should feel bad that you’ve been single, but I’m selfish enough to be happy that you are available.

His words have your heart pounding and you know you’re falling in love with him. He just came out of nowhere and swept you off your feet. You soon order your meal, talking about your days until the food is set down and you watch Javier as he goes to take his first bite.

His eyes widen in delight and then roll back in pleasure as the comforting, delicious flavors explode in his mouth. “Oh my God.” He grins, swallowing quickly. “This is amazing? You said this is family run?” He asks and you nod with a proud grin on your face. “Good isn’t it?” You ask and he chuckles. “Amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been here.”

You are so pleased he likes it, “it’s not really advertised. More of a ‘if you know you know’ kind of place. I’m so glad you like it. Try one of the meatballs. They are to die for.” You groan as you fork up some carbonara, moaning at the taste. You’ve missed this place. He groans as he chews on the meatball and you giggle, loving his reactions. The waiter is eventually packing up your leftovers and you share a tiramisu until Javier pays the check. He takes your hand as you walk down the street, the lamp light making him look like you’re in a movie, and you stop him, letting go of his hand. “What-?” He’s confused and you pull your phone out. “Just stand there. The lighting is incredible.” You urge him and he nods, stopping and you direct his position until you are taking a few shots. “Look.” You turn the phone to show him your work.

“You did this with a phone?” He’s amazed, but all his own photos look like a shaky toddler took them after stealing their mother’s phone. “You- you are amazingly talented.” He praises and shakes his head. “I need you working on my movies.” He tells you. “I can’t believe you don’t have studios in a bidding war for your services.”

You fluster under the lamplight at his praise until you shrug, “I have a lot of freelance work.” You confess, putting your phone away and reaching for his hand again. “You looked too handsome to not take a photo. I want to remember tonight. This is - it’s the best first date I’ve ever had.” You sigh in contentment.

He uses your hand to tug you closer, wrapping the arm that is still holding the phone around your waist. “It might be presumptuous, but I’m hoping it’s your last first date.” He admits, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours before he kisses you. The sparks are immediate and he loves how you melt into his arms, fitting perfectly and feeling right. “I want it to be my last first date.” He confesses breathlessly when he pulls back. “I’m a little mad at Aaron and Ruby for not getting married sooner, honestly.”

You giggle, your heart pounding in your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, “me too. I’ve been wasting time on losers when you were only a call away.” You lean in to kiss his chin, “I hope it’s our last first date.” You promise, smiling when you feel him hold you tighter. “I think I want to go to the hotel now.” You confess, your stomach swirling with need for him. “I want you.” You reveal against his jaw.

The car that had brought you from the airport here is waiting just a few feet ahead and he smirks as he glances up at it. “Why don’t we wait to take that walk?” He suggests. “The car can have us back to the hotel in minutes and we can find another way to work off our dinner.” He winks and slides his hand down to grab a handful of your ass.

You moan softly, loving how tactile he is, and you nod, “let’s go.” He smirks and slides his hand back up to your waist to guide you over to the car. The driver gets out to open the door and you slide in followed by Javier. You don’t even wait until the door is shut to surge forward to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to his.

Making out in the back of the car is probably considered juvenile to some, but Javi doesn’t care. The driver is paid for discretion and he’s never going to rebuff you. He pulls you closer, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a groan and hopes that the hotel is close.

You love how he responds, just as eager for you as you are for him and it feels like seconds before the driver clears his throat and announces you’ve arrived at the hotel. Javier is already checked in by his staff so once you’re out of the car, you hold his hand as the manager rambles while escorting you to the suite. It’s different from the treatment you receive when you check into a hotel. You feel like royalty.

Javi thanks the manager when he hands him the keys, slipping him a tip. “There is a bottle of champagne on ice.” The manager informs him and Javi smiles in gratitude. “Your hotel thinks of everything.” He compliments him, “thank you.” He closes the door behind him and turns to look at you. “Champagne before or after?”

“After.” You declare, feeling desperate for him now you’ve been with him all day. “Please baby.” You murmur, stepping closer to caress his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. He smirks and you begin undoing them, wanting to see more of him, and he shrugs off his jacket, setting it on the bench at the end of the bed.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He hums. “Did I tell you that?” You shake your head and he groans as he toys with the straps of your dress. “You look good in everything and nothing.” He grins wickedly. “But right now I want to see you in nothing.”

You let him pull the straps down, his fingers soon finding the zipper, and you happily let him pull it down to expose the underwear you picked out with him in mind. Sexy and purple, his favorite color. Your dress falls to your feet and he takes a step back to look at you, “or that. That is also good.” He confesses, Adam’s apple bobbing and you giggle, loving that he is flustered by the lace, reaching for his belt to begin unbuckling it.

Javi is beyond humbled that you would dress like this for him. It has to be for him, and he reaches for you, caressing your curves and admiring the lace that is covering your body. “It’s erotic and almost innocent at the same time.” He murmurs in wonder, only to groan when your hand wraps around his hard cock.

You start to slowly pump him, squeezing him in your hand. “It’s for you.” You confirm, wanting him to know that you want to look good for him. “I’m yours.” You promise, leaning in to kiss his chest, his shirt opened and he shrugs it off his shoulders.

“And I’m yours.” He promises, steering you towards the bed while he ducks his head and starts to kiss along your neck. “I’m a lucky bastard.” He moans when you squeeze him, “never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life.”

You reluctantly let go of him as you fall back onto the bed and he kicks his shoes off, following you down as you reach for his cock again. “I’m the lucky one. You spoil me. Buying me those roses. Flying me here. It’s more than I ever imagined.” You say breathlessly as he kisses down your chest until he’s sucking your nipple through the lace.

You should have imagined more, because he’s going to give you more. He wants to give you everything. His teeth scrape over the sensitive bud and he groans when you start to writhe under him. Moaning his name like it’s a call to the gods above.

You let go of his length, caressing his shoulder until you’re running your fingers through his hair at the way he switches over to your other breast. He’s not a selfish lover either and you feel like you’re going to wake up and this will all be some crazy dream. “Javi.” You moan his name again, “fuck. Need more.” You whimper, dragging his face from your tits.

“What do you need, baby?” He smirks down at you and lunges up to press his lips to yours. “You want me to eat your pussy?” He ventures, tone playful. Tonight is about just the two of you and the beautiful relationship that is starting. He wants it to be fun, happy, as well as sexy and romantic. “I want to see you cum on my face. Love when you cum.” He admits. “Sounds are so sweet when you are breathless and crying out.”

You are already breathless at his words. “Baby please. I want you to eat my pussy. Love to see those eyes looking at him while your tongue is buried inside. Please.” You beg against his chin and his chuckle puffs on your face. He nods and shifts down your body, pressing kisses to your skin, and you inhale shakily when he pushes your thighs apart and settles between them.

Your core is covered in lace and his finger slides over the intricate design. “So pretty, but it’s covering my destination.” He coos, hooking finger under it and pushing it to the side to reveal the slick folds of your sex. “That’s what I wanted to see.” He smirks and flicks his thumb over your clit. Making you gasp out before you moan when he takes your clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Javi. That's - yes.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he sucks until he flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You love it. “You’re so good with your tongue.” You compliment him, “so damn good it’s criminal.”

He hums, pleased that you enjoy his attention. He loves everything about sex, but there is something magical about being with you. It’s so easy, so freeing to be with a woman who is just as eager. He grips your hips in his hands and dives in with abandon.

You whimper, gripping his hair as he eagerly eats you out. He’s ravenous and your cries echo in the expensive hotel suite. “Oh. Ohhhh.” You moan when he sucks on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make your thighs shake.

You are so vocal. Every sound feels like it’s being pulled out of your body, perhaps it is. He is dedicated to hearing those sounds and loves how you give them to him. He pulls away from your clit and laps at your folds, then settling down to push his tongue inside you.

He devours you and takes your breath away, sounds escaping your body without permission, and you are writhing until he swings his arm over your waist. His tongue pushes deep, making your head spin, and it doesn't take long for him to push you over the edge. His name screamed into the suite and your fingers gripping the expensive sheets.

Javi lets you ride his tongue, loving how you grind down on his face, his nose pushed into your clit. Only pulling away when he senses that you are spent, wrung out. He smacks his lips as he kisses your thigh and smirks up at you.

“Fuck.” You exhale, body buzzing from your orgasm. “You spoil me in every way, baby.” You murmur, shifting onto your elbows so you can look down at him. “How do you want to cum? You want me to suck your cock? Or you want to be inside me?” You ask, wanting him to have exactly what he wants.

Javi squeezes your hip and he starts to think for a moment before he grins. “I want you ride me.” He admits, squeezing your hip. “Still wearing this if it’s comfortable enough.” He wouldn’t put his desires above your comfort but he wound love it.

"It is." You promise, wanting to please him, and he shifts, shuffling off the bed to shove his pants down. You giggle when he stumbles trying to pull off his socks but he's soon flopping on the bed next to you. You smirk, shifting to kneel and you waste no time straddling him. His cock twitches on his pelvis and you reach down to wrap your fingers around him, "you're so perfect." You murmur, lifting your hips to notch him at your entrance until you slowly sink down onto his cock.

He groans, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, you’re the perfect one.” He swears, gripping your hips and watching you with a pride that comes from knowing that such a sexy, wonderful creature wants him. “I’m falling in love with you.” He confesses breathlessly. “I’m not saying that because you are riding me, i just-“

You cut him off by surging down to press your lips to his. He grunts, his hands squeezing your hips, and you pull back for a second. “I’m falling for you too.” You promise, “I have been since the moment I met you.” His answering grin takes your breath away and you peck his lips, starting to rock on top of him.

He would roll you over, under him, but you look perfect on him. Writhing in pleasure as you ride him. Taking what you and making his toes curl as you clench around him. He knows that you are it for him. His search is over. One hand slides up to cover a lacy tit. “Feels so good baby.”

Your palms are on his chest as you push up so you can ride him. He stretches you out, pushing deeper in the new angle, and you whimper. You can feel his heart pounding under your hand and you know you want to spend the rest of your life with him. It's crazy. You only met at the wedding but you feel like you've known him for years. "Fuck. You always feel so good." You moan, covering his hand on your tit to squeeze it.

He groans in agreement but he thinks you always feel good. He loves how you rock your hips and circle them around. It feels amazing and you get tight around him. “Fuck baby, ride me.” He coos. “Show me how good you are.”

You are egged on by his demand, shifting your thighs so you can lift up a little higher, sinking back down onto his cock a little harder. His grunt makes you smirk and you start to rock harder and faster, your chest heaving as you ride him. “Fuck.” You pant, eyes fluttering closed as you work yourself up.

He watches you. Urging you on by rocking his hips up and loving the small squeak you give, eyes bursting open when he strikes a different spot inside you. “Fuuuuuuck.”

“There. Oh God. Right fucking there.” You pant, rolling your hips as he thrusts up into you, and your jaw drops. That spot has you seeing stars and he keeps that angle as he thrusts up into you. You fall forward, bracing yourself on his chest as he takes over the pace and you kiss his jaw. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. So good. Oh shit. Yes.” You choke, eyes rolling back as he hits an angle that has your cunt fluttering until it clamps down on his cock, soaking him as he pushes you over the edge.

“That’s it, fuck that’s it.” Javi grunts, rocking his hips up just as frantically to fuck you through your pleasure. “Perfect pussy, perfect. Knew I wanted to fuck you every chance I could when I slipped inside you for the first time.” He groans. “Fucking amazing. Fuck, fuck, you can come for me again, can’t you?” He babbles. “Yeah you can, rub your clit baby. I need another one.”

His rambling has you gasping for breath, so turned on by how pussy drunk he sounds and you nod, shifting so you can slide your hand between you to rub your clit. You whimper and he chuckles, “I know baby, I know. It’s a lot but you can do it. Wanna feel you soak me again.” He demands and you choke, shaking above him as he pushes you through overstimulation until you clamp down on him again. Your wail of pleasure hits his ears as your hand frantically rubs your clit until you collapse onto him.

Now it’s his turn. He wraps his arms around you, anchoring you to his body as he rocks up into you. “That’s good baby, so good for me.” He grunts. “gonna cum, you are so fucking tight right now. Like a- a vice, squeezing my cock.” He chuckles. “Milking me.”

You struggle to grind back onto him, still reeling from your orgasms, but you manage it. You rock back onto his cock and kiss his jaw, “that’s it, Javi. My love. Cum for me. Want to feel you fill me up. Wanna drip you all damn night. Please. Cum for me.” You murmur between kisses to his jaw and down his neck.

Javi shudders and his arms tighten around you, pushing deep as his cock starts to throb. Your name falls from his lips as he starts to cum. Pumping hot ropes of cum inside you, groaning as he fills you. Eyes closed and holding you steady until he’s slowly lowering his hips to the bed.

You pant, trying to catch your breath, but you lift your head to look at him. He’s so fucking handsome. You giggle, leaning in to kiss his lips as you run your fingers through his hair. “Well damn, handsome. That’s just about ruined me for anyone else.” You confess, “you are - you’re my future.” You promise, caressing his cheek when he opens his eyes.

He chuckles and slides his hand up to stroke the length of your back. You are looking at him like he hung the moon and he hopes that never changes. “I’m glad that we are on the same page.” He murmurs softly, lifting his head to press his lips to yours. “Maybe our friends will be standing in our wedding sooner rather than later.” He hums, already envisioning a life with you.

You smile, loving how he's all in like you are. You are soon snuggled into his side after you've cleaned up, glass of champagne in your hand, and Javier's hand on your thigh. This is where you belong.

****

"Javi, baby, do you think this looks okay?" You ask as you walk into the bedroom. Your fingers securing your earring as you ask your boyfriend who is lacing his shoes. You are back in Boston for a meeting he's having with a director and you decided to tag along. Javier promised to take you to dinner after you entertained yourself while he went to his meeting.

“You look beautiful.” He sets down the report he had been reading to slowly peruse you up and down. Enjoying the view and smirking slightly. Tonight is special and he is excited. “You always look beautiful, but tonight you are stunning.

You fluster at his compliments. He’s always had a way with words that makes your heart pound, and you walk over to him, leaning down to peck his lips. “You ready, babe?” You ask and he nods, shuffling the papers until he stands, watching you grab your clutch and he walks over to open the door to the suite, letting you walk out first.

“What are you planning on doing while I am pretending to pay attention in my meeting tomorrow?” Javi jokes, his hand on your back and caressing your spine as you take the elevator down to the car waiting.

“I might check out the museum of fine art. It’s nice to have some time to just wander and appreciate beautiful art….when I get sick of staring at my beautiful boyfriend.” You add playfully and he chuckles, his hand sliding lower on your back. “Besides, that’s tomorrow. Let’s enjoy dinner tonight.” You turn to kiss his jaw as the doors open.

“I am glad the meetings are over today.” Javi hum, wrapping his hand around your waist. “I missed you.” He guides you into the elevator and hums when the doors close. “Just a nice night with my beautiful girl.”

You lean into him, “I missed you too.” You turn towards him, pressing your lips to his jaw and you pull back a moment later to wipe your lipstick from his skin. “I hope the director agrees to work with you. Your script is - it’s the best one you’ve written.” You confess, reaching for his hand to squeeze it.

He smiles and squeezes your waist. “I think you’re biased, but I love that you are so supportive.” He grins. “And I passed along your portfolio, so even if he doesn’t want to take this movie, he was very impressed.

You caress his chest, “Javi.” You sigh despite melting that he’s your biggest cheerleader. “You’re going to get it picked up and maybe I’ll do set photography which means we will get to work together.” You smile, hoping that’s true but you never know.

“I would love to work with you.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly. “But tonight I just want to celebrate us.” He grins. “It’s special.” He announces. “Today is the anniversary of our first official date.”

You gasp, having forgotten but apparently he hadn’t and that makes you melt. “One year later.” You smile at him just as the elevator doors open. “And we are in Boston. Full circle, huh? All that would be left would be to go to Carmelita’s.” You add and he smirks, raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh my God, you booked it, didn’t you?” You ask excitedly and he nods. Your heart flutters and you look at him, “I love you. So much.” You promise, squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” The doors open and you are whisked out to the car. The drive to Carmelita’s doesn’t take long and he is climbing out of the back to hold his hand out for you to help you out.

You let him guide you into the restaurant and you are so excited to be back at the Italian you love with the man you love. “I have been dreaming about the carbonara.” You confess, “so you’ve read my mind, baby.”

“I think I know you pretty well by now.” He chuckles and follows the waiter over to the intimate table for two he had set up. Soon enough you will understand what is going on, but you will when the rest of the diners show up.

You settle into your seat, watching Javier sit opposite you, and you glance around, “it’s pretty empty in here. It’s not that late.” You frown, wondering where the other diners are. “Did you reserve the whole restaurant?” You ask Javi and it’s not something he hasn’t done before.

“No.” He shrugs. “I guess other reservations haven’t shown up yet.” He says and looks at the drink menu. “I’m thinking champagne, or do you want to start with something else?”

You nod, knowing he always remembers the drink you asked him for on the wedding day, the day you met, and you smile at him, “that’s perfect, baby.” He orders the bottle and you bite your lip as you look over the menu despite knowing what you want.

He smiles as he watches you for a moment, head tilted down and you are absorbed in the menu. Not noticing patrons filing in and being seated around you. “Anything changed on the menu?” He asks, looking over his own menu, even though he knows it hasn’t.

You giggle, shaking your head as you browse the menu until you finally lift your eyes and look up at the man you love. He smirks and you frown when his gaze drifts behind you, so you turn your head to see what he’s looking at.

Aaron and Ruby are sitting at the table to the left of you. Your parents are beside them. Every table in the restaurant is filled with your friends and family. He had invited them, flown them in, to be here for this moment.

Your eyes widen, glancing around at your friends and family sitting in the restaurant. Your head spins back to Javi and you gasp when you see him kneeling there. “Oh my God.” You choke, “I- baby?” You ask breathlessly, feeling like your heart is about to pound out of your chest.

Javi grins. “A year ago our adventure began and I have loved every single day. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. Be there for every good day and every bad day.” He smiles. “I want to build a life full of love and laughter with you.” He murmurs your name softly, “Will you marry me?”

Tears immediately spring in your eyes and you nod, choking on a sob that transforms into a “yes.” His answering smile takes your breath away and he reaches for the ring, sliding it onto your hand as tears stream down your cheeks. “I love you.” You gasp, surging down to kiss him, cupping his cheeks as your family and friends clap.

He kisses you back, dragging both of you up to your feet. Euphoric about you agreeing to spend your life with him and he pulls back with a grin. “I love you too baby.” He promises. “Now we have our own wedding to plan.”

You caress his chest, “well at least we know who our maid of honor and best man are.” You turn to look at your best friends seated beside you and Ruby grins, looking at her husband who winks at her. Javier chuckles, kissing you softly, and you smile against his lips. You never expected to meet the love of your life at your best friend’s wedding but you did and you are excited to spend the rest of your life with him. It’s going to be the adventure of a lifetime with Javier as your husband.

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SUCKING HIM OFF

Pairings : pedro pascal characters x reader

Genre : f/m, smut, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, men whimpering and moaning, cum swallowing, dirty talk,

Synopsis : You are the best wife he could ever ask for, especially when you’re on your knees just for him.

Clint Flood (Freaky Tales)

You’d know Clint Flood when he was just a hot-headed, leather-clad punk with a permanent scowl and knuckles always split open from fights he never started but always finished. Back then, people warned you he’d burn out fast, yet you didn’t listen.

Now years later, your last name matches his. And he still burns, and only for you.

The bedroom hums with the sound of flickering street lights outside. Cigarette smoke curls in the air, but Clint's not paying attention to anything but the way you're easing his jeans down, slow and deliberate. He's propped up on the creaky bed, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair disheveled like he's been running his hands through it for hours. He probably has and anticipation does that to him.

"Fuck, baby…" He breathes, voice rough and already wrecked, like you’ve only got to look at him the right way to bring him to his knees.

You smile, he doesn’t see it, not with your lips brushing against the base of him, not with your fingers wrapping around his length like it’s something sacred. He’s thick, heavy and already twitching against your palm, and when you kiss the tip, he jerks like you’ve struck a nerve.

"Keep your eyes on me." You whisper against his aching length. "Wanna see you fall apart."

And he does.

Clint tries to keep it together, the way he always does. Tough guy, scrappy survivor and too stubborn to break. But your mouth is warm and wet, your tongue tracing along the underside of his cock with precision that only years of knowing him could grant. You know what he likes, what makes him grunt low in his throat, and what makes him whimper, just a little, barely there when your lips sink down and your throat tightens around him.

“Jesus, sweetheart, goddamn…” His fingers tangle in your hair, not to pull but to anchor himself. His thighs are trembling now, the kind of tremble that starts deep in the gut and spreads outward like aftershocks. You hollow your cheeks and his hips buck despite himself.

“You gonna fall apart for me, baby? Gonna let me hear you beg?” You ease off just enough to speak.

The sound he makes isn’t a word, it’s a broken gasp, his pride splitting at the seams. And you love it, love him. Love the way your husband, who once stared down death with a grin, becomes nothing but needy in your hands, your mouth and your voice. He tries to answer but all that escapes him is a desperate whimper of your name.

He’s yours.

And you’re not stopping until he remembers that with every trembling breath.

Dave York (The Equalizer 2)

You know your husband’s body like you know your own. Every scar, every muscle carved from years of training, every place where he holds tension, shoulders, neck and thighs. Dave York moves like a ghost in the field, quiet and precise. A weapon with a wedding ring.

But here, in your bedroom, he’s anything but untouchable.

The room is dark, save for the amber spill of the bedside lamp. You’re on your knees between his legs, fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down as he leans back against the headboard. He watches you, eyes low-lidded and glassy, the weight of the day falling off him in slow, heavy waves.

“I missed you today.” You murmur as you wrap your hand around his cock, already hard, flushed, and pulsing in your grip. “Did you miss me?”

“Always.” Dave swallows thickly.

You smile up at him. There’s something so thrilling in how he says it, like he means it with every inch of his soul. But actions speak louder, don’t they? You lean forward, lips brushing over the sensitive head, tongue teasing the slit until he hisses and his legs twitch on either side of you.

“Baby…” He warns, voice low and hoarse.

“Mmhmm?” You hum innocently, then slowly and torturously take him into your mouth. You feel him tense, always so in control even now but that control starts to slip as your lips stretch around him, sliding lower as your hand stroking what your mouth doesn’t yet reach.

Dave lets out a soft, strangled noise.

You live for that sound.

He always starts off so composed. Even now, his hands grip the sheets instead of your hair, like he’s holding on to the last thread of his restraint. You set a rhythm, slow, wet and relentless, tongue working with practiced ease. His hips jerk once, then again, and the curse he mutters is half-broken.

“F-fuck, baby... please...” There it is. That rasping breathless edge. You feel his thighs shaking now, muscles tight, his whole body caught between tension and surrender.

“Please what?” You pull off with a pop, eyes gleaming.

He looks down at you like a man torn in half. You’ve unraveled assassins like him before but only with bullets. But with him, you merely use your mouth, your body, and your love to slowly break him down into pieces.

“Don’t stop.” He murmurs, completely wrecked underneath your touch.

You obey because you love watching him fall apart. He trembles when you go deeper. He whimpers your name when your tongue swirls just right. You take your time. This isn’t about getting him off, it’s about watching him give in. Because only you get this version of Dave York. The real one, the one who comes undone not from fear or pain, but from love from you. And when he finally lets go, hips stuttering, mouth open in a silent groan and hands fisting in the sheets like he’s drowning, you take it all, moaning softly around him.

You stay there, stroking his thighs gently as he catches his breath, legs still trembling, eyes heavy with adoration and disbelief. “Goddamn.” He whispers, reaching for you.

“I love watching you fall apart.” You crawl up into his lap, straddling him, pressing your forehead to his as you couldn’t help but pepper small kisses all over his face.

“You always do it like you’re trying to kill me.” He then passionately kisses you like he means to marry you all over again.

“You know I’ll only kill for you, Dave.” You smirk as you bite down onto his bottom lip, making him groan. And you know that he’d die for you too.

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

There are two versions of Dieter Bravo.

The one the world knows, chaotic, mouthy and beautiful in a way that makes people stop and stare. He’s wild and unpredictable, with that swagger that’s part actor, part man-child and entirely him. He lives in the spotlight like it was made just for him.

And then there’s your Dieter. The one who melts under your hands and crumbles under your mouth. The one who turns breathless and wrecked when he’s beneath you, not above the world.

That’s the version you’re staring at now.

He’s flat on his back, sprawled across the hotel mattress with that lazy stoned grin faltering as you settle between his thighs. His curls are a mess, pillow-mussed and falling into his eyes, and the tattered hem of his oversized vintage tee just barely covers his belly. “Babe…” He murmurs, like a warning and a plea all at once. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I never do.” You smirk, trailing your fingers up his thigh.

He shudders when your touch brushes over his cock, hard, aching and already leaking for you. He always gets like this when you tease him, when you let your voice dip into something low and sweet and filthy. And when you wrap your hand around him, he actually gasps, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting like he’s trying to remember how to breathe.

“Holy shit…” He whispers and it’s adoring, like he can’t believe he gets to be loved by you this way.

You lower your head and take him into your mouth slowly and deliberately. You feel the tension coil through his body immediately, his legs twitching, his hands flying to grip the sheets rather than your hair. Because he knows the rules. He’s not allowed to rush this, not when you’re the one taking control.

“Baby…” He whines, breathless and high, and you moan around him just to feel the reaction ripple through his spine. It’s a full-body surrender.

Dieter Bravo, Hollywood’s favorite disaster, reduced to trembling under your touch. You know exactly what you’re doing, tongue flicking just right, cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper. And when you glance up, his head is thrown back, mouth open, curls clinging to damp skin.

“You’re so f-fucking good at that.” He groans, voice cracking. “Like evil, genius-level good, are you…oh my God…!”

“You’re shaking.” You pull off just long enough to catch your breath, lips swollen and slick.

“I can’t feel my kneecaps.” He says in a helpless little breath, blinking down at you. “I…I love you. I think you might be killing me and I’m totally okay with it.”

You smile and wrap your lips around him again. This time, he whimpers. Hands gripping the sheets, thighs twitching under your touch, hips stuttering despite himself. You keep going, keep worshipping him, until he’s begging, until his voice goes hoarse and wrecked with your name and pleading for mercy. He finishes with a desperate moan, back arching off the bed, everything trembling. And when you finally crawl up to curl against his chest, he wraps his arms around you with a shaky laugh.

“I love being married to you.” He breathes, still dazed.

“I know.” You grin against his neck.

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

The metal clatters softly as you set his helmet aside. No ceremony. No hesitation. Just your fingers and his breath, both trembling with need. Because this moment? It’s sacred. You’re the only one who gets this. The only one allowed to see the man beneath the beskar, the raw edges, the soft underbelly of the Mandalorian. And tonight, you plan to remind him exactly what that means.

His armor is gone. His voice is bare. And you’re on your knees in front of him, nestled between his legs in the dim golden light of the Razor Crest’s cabin, your hands slowly parting his thighs.

Din watches you like he’s trying to commit every second to memory. His hair’s messy from your fingers, his brown eyes dark and wide, blinking like he still can’t believe this is real. “You don’t have to…” He rasps, voice strained.

“I want to.” You tilt your head, smiling. That breaks something in him. You see it in the way he exhales and leans back slightly, bracing himself with his hands behind him. Trusting you completely. You can feel his thighs already trembling beneath your palms as you press a kiss just above the waistband of his trousers.

“You work so hard.” You murmur, breath warm against his skin. “Let me take care of you.” When you free him, he’s already hard, thick, flushed and twitching with anticipation. You wrap your hand around him first, slow and steady, watching his jaw flex as he tries to stay composed. But when you lick a long stripe from base to tip, his composure shatters.

“Cyar’ika…” He whispers, voice like sandpaper. “Please…” You take him into your mouth and his head falls back immediately. He’s quiet at first, he always is. But not from lack of feeling. No, Din Djarin feels deeply. You feel it in the way his fingers twitch against the bedding, in the slight helpless jerk of his hips when your tongue circles the tip just so.

But then comes the sound. That sweet, low whimper in the back of his throat. It makes your thighs clench, makes you moan around him and that vibration pulls another broken groan from his lips. “You’re shaking.” You whisper when you pull off briefly, saliva connecting you to him in a glistening thread.

His brows pinch together, eyes blown wide. “I…I can’t help it. You’re…” He trails off as you take him back in, deeper this time. One hand on his thigh, the other working in tandem with your mouth. He starts to fall apart fast, all that control melting like ice under twin suns.

The whimpers grow louder and more desperate. His thighs tremble uncontrollably beneath your touch and when he reaches for you, it’s not to stop, it’s to ground himself. To feel you while you undo him completely. “Mesh’la…” He groans. “I’m close, I’m…please…”

You don’t stop. You never do. Not until he’s gasping, falling apart with a low, broken cry of your name. He spills into your mouth with a shudder so intense his whole body tenses and jerks, and you hold him through it, swallowing everything, slow and soft and loving.

When you finally rise, Din pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping tightly around you like he’s terrified you’ll vanish. “You ruin me.” He whispers against your temple.

“You’re mine to ruin.” You smile into his neck. And in that quiet space, skin to skin and hearts still pounding, he lets himself believe it.

Ezra (The Prospect)

Out here, the air always tastes like dust and danger. The stars above don’t shine so much as stare and the only thing keeping you tethered is the man currently trembling beneath your hands.

Ezra, your husband, your ghost in the green, your last tether to something warm in this brutal system, has long since shed the layers of his armor. His suit lies half-unzipped around his waist, chest bare, breathing ragged. His eyes are wide and glassy, pupils blown as he watches you settle between his legs in the cramped little corner of your ship’s sleeping berth. “I fear, darling.” He says, voice breathy and tense. “You intend to destroy me.”

“I do.” You smile, leaning in to press a kiss just above his hip bone.

He huffs a laugh but it falters halfway out as your hand wraps around his cock. He’s already hard, flushed and thick tip glistening with need. Ezra’s always so careful with you, his voice, his touch, his words measured with precision. But down here, beneath your hands, he’s undone.

You stroke him slowly and deliberately, feeling the tension coil in his abdomen as his thighs twitch beneath you. He’s trying to stay still. You can see it in the way his knuckles grip the edge of the mattress, white and shaking. “Please…” He murmurs. “Don’t tease me tonight, my love.”

“But you’re so pretty when you whimper.” You tilt your head, your voice soft and playful.

That does something to him. His breath catches, hips jerking forward involuntarily as your tongue flicks over the tip. You lap up the salt, humming low in your throat and the sound pulls a broken noise from him, half-moan and half-begging. “Stars, gods above.” He gasps. “You…ah!”

You take him deeper, sinking your mouth over him slowly, lips stretching around his length. One hand cradles his thigh as the other wraps around his base, moving in tandem with the swirl of your tongue. He’s falling apart fast, as he always does with you.

Ezra has survived gunfights, betrayals and poison in his lungs, but it’s this, your mouth, your love and your relentless focus, that truly unravels him. The way your tongue flattens along the underside of his cock, the wet heat of your mouth, the deliberate pace of it all. It's not just lust, it’s devotion and worship. He’s trembling now, hips stuttering, soft whimpers breaking free with every breath. He’s too far gone to stop the sounds and you love it. Love the way his voice goes high and desperate. Love that the universe only sees the floater, but you’re the only one who gets this side of him behind closed doors.

“My stars, please…” He groans. “You’re going to, fuck! I can’t…”

You moan around him in response and he breaks. He spills into your mouth with a strangled gasp, thighs locking around you as his hands claw at the sheets, chasing the end with all the grace of a man utterly ruined. You take every drop, never pulling away, not until he’s fully spent, breathing ragged and dazed. When you finally rise to curl beside him, he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close like he’s afraid the world might steal you away.

“You are a cruel and wondrous woman.” He whispers, voice shaky with the aftermath.

“And you’re mine.” You smile into his skin. And in the silence that follows, as the ship drifts on through alien stars, Ezra presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs the only truth he’s ever believed in anymore.

“Yes. Always.”

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Your husband’s built like a fortress. Calm under fire and solid under pressure.

Francisco “Catfish” Morales has always been the guy others count on, reliable, grounded and dangerous in all the ways that matter. But here, in the quiet of your bedroom with the door shut and the world kept out, he doesn’t have to be any of that.

Because here with you, Francisco lets go.

He’s sitting back against the headboard, shirt off, sweatpants pushed low on his hips. His broad chest rises and falls a little too fast, and his eyes, dark, warm and heavy with love, track every movement as you crawl onto the bed, settling between his legs.

“You’re staring.” You tease, fingers brushing up his strong thighs.

“You’re beautiful.” He says without hesitation, voice already fraying at the edges.

“You’re nervous.” You smile, slow and knowing.

He exhales a shaky laugh. “You’re too good at this. Every damn time.” You don’t answer. You kiss the inside of his knee, soft and slow, and watch the way his abs tighten when your hands slide up to his waistband. He’s already hard, straining against the fabric. You ease his cock free, and he lets out a low needy groan when your fingers wrap around him.

“Relax…” You murmur. “Let me take care of you.”

And gods, does he try.

You lick the head first, just a teasing flick of your tongue, and he jolts. His hand flies to the sheets, gripping tight. You press open-mouth kisses down his shaft before taking him in slowly, your mouth warm and wet and loving.

Francisco chokes on a breath, thighs tightening around you. He always starts off quiet, trying to keep control but you know how to undo him. Your tongue swirls, your rhythm builds, your hand strokes what your mouth doesn’t reach. And then he makes that sound. A low soft whimper that escapes his throat before he can stop it. You glance up, eyes meeting his, and he looks so wrecked. Head tipped back, lips parted, a flush creeping up his chest. His hand hovers, torn between grabbing your hair or just holding on.

“Baby…” He pants. “I…I’m not gonna last.”

You moan around him in answer, hollowing your cheeks and dragging a groan from his chest so raw it makes your whole body ache with pride.

He trembles under you now. His composure is shot, hips twitching, thighs shaking and voice dissolving into little broken gasps of your name. You love this version of him. Not the soldier, not the man behind a wheel but the man who trusts you enough to fall apart.

“Fuck, please! Don’t stop…” He begs, feeling completely wrecked, and that’s all it takes. He comes hard, with a stuttering moan that dissolves into a whimper. You don’t stop until he’s finished, twitching in your mouth, gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring him to earth. You finally pull away, wiping the corner of your mouth and crawl up to kiss his shoulder. He wraps you in his arms instantly, body still trembling.

“Jesus.” He whispers hoarsely. “You always…God, baby…”

“I love making you lose control.” You nuzzle into his chest.

He chuckles, voice thick with afterglow. “I’d let you ruin me any day.” And in that quiet moment, wrapped in his arms with the world outside forgotten, you know that no matter what else comes, Francisco Morales is yours entirely.

Harry Castillo (The Materialists)

The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan was draped in diamonds and light. The penthouse you shared with Harry was all cool stone and warm shadows, the quiet buzz of night muffled by wealth and glass. But inside, the only sound was your husband’s breath, shaky, shallow and growing more desperate by the second. He was sitting on the velvet chaise at the foot of your bed, shirt unbuttoned, trousers undone. The usual sharp edges of his persona, the tailored suit, the smirking control and the unreadable poker face, had already begun to crack.

Because you were on your knees between his thighs and he knew what you were about to do. He looked down at you like he couldn’t believe it. That after the champagne galas, the art auctions, the millions signed away with a flick of his pen… this was still his favorite luxury.

You.

“You’re dangerous.” He murmured, voice low and words already coming out breathless.

“Then stop me.” You tilted your head, lips grazing the inside of his thigh.

He swallowed hard, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers wrapped around his cock. Already hard for you, always aching for you, his chest hitched with the first slow stroke. But when your mouth followed, lips parting as you took him in with a practiced ease, that control, the tight grip he kept on everything, slowly began to slip.

“Shit!” Harry gasped, one hand flying to your hair, not pushing, just anchoring, like he needed the touch to survive. “Baby, you…God, your mouth…”

You hummed around him, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock. He whimpered at the sensation, that sharp gasp of his breaking into something soft and needy, utterly unlike the man he was in public. He trembled as you took him deeper, one hand sliding up his abdomen as his head tipped back against the velvet. He always looked expensive, even like this, his tan skin flushed, tie hanging loose, chest rising with shaky breaths. But you? You made him wrecked, completely unguarded and utterly yours.

“Please.” He whispered, voice cracking. “I can’t! I’m gonna…”

You didn't let up. If anything, you sucked harder and slower, teasing him right on the edge. His thighs began to shake beneath your palms, muscles twitching as you bobbed your head, hand stroking in rhythm. His moans spilled freely now, soft, broken and delicious.

Then came that sound. Your absolute favorite. A helpless trembling whimper from your husband’s lips as he finally surrendered to you. He came with a groan that dissolved into your name, thighs locking around your sides as he spilled into your mouth. You held him through it, taking everything he gave you, your fingers digging into his hips to ground him. When it was over, he slumped back, chest heaving. His hand slipped from your hair to cradle your cheek.

“You…” He rasped, voice ruined. “You are the death of me.”

“No, darling. I’m the reason you’re still breathing.” You wiped the corner of your mouth and smiled. And as you crawled into his lap and curled against his chest, Harry Castillo held you like he never wanted to let go, trembling still, undone by love dressed as sin.

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman)

The soft creak of the wooden floor beneath your feet echoes as you slowly make your way across the bedroom, your silky nightgown brushing your thighs like whispered promises. Jack’s eyes follow your every move from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, hat off, hair slightly messy, white dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the dusting of chest hair you love to nuzzle.

“Darlin’...” He drawls lowly, voice thick with affection and heat. “What are you up to with that look on your face?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead you slide between his knees, your palms gliding up his strong thighs, feeling the tension already building under your touch. His breath hitches, and he swallows hard, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips. “I just want to take care of my husband.” You purr, fingers teasing the belt buckle he hadn’t even gotten the chance to undo yet. “You’ve had a long day. Let me make it better.”

Jack’s hands instinctively move to your shoulders but you bat them away gently, giving him that commanding look he secretly loves so much. He leans back slightly, giving you the room you need while you work, opening his jeans and pulling them down just enough to free him. He’s already half-hard but the moment your tongue flicks along the underside of his shaft, he stiffens fully in your hand. “Shit…” He groans, eyes fluttering closed.

You hum around the tip, savoring the way his body reacts instantly, his thighs clenching, breath catching. You take him deeper, inch by inch, keeping your pace slow and steady, your eyes never leaving his.

Jack looks like he’s trying so hard to keep his composure but you can see it slipping with every pass of your tongue, every deep pull that has his hips twitching toward your mouth. “God, baby… You’re too good at that.” He whimpers, his Southern accent thickening as his grip on the bed sheets tightens.

You moan around him, feeling the subtle tremors that start in his thighs and work their way upward. His muscles are taut, like a bull rider trying not to be thrown, but you’ve tamed him long ago. “Please…” He gasps, voice wrecked now, head tipped back. “I-I can’t take much more, sugar…”

But that only spurs you on. You love watching him come undone, Agent Whiskey, the charmer with a gun and a grin, reduced to a shaking mess beneath your mouth. It’s intoxicating. You increase your pace slightly, one hand stroking what your mouth can’t take while the other massages his thigh, grounding him. He’s trembling now, hips jerking despite himself, soft broken moans spilling past those perfect lips.

“I’m…fuck! I’m gonna…”

You don’t let up. You want it all. You want to feel the exact moment he falls apart for you. And then it happens, his entire body goes taut for a split second and he cries out your name like a prayer, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping the sheets like a lifeline. You swallow everything he gives you, only pulling back once he’s gasping and twitching from overstimulation. You sit back on your heels, licking your lips slowly, just to tease him.

Jack’s chest heaves, sweat glistening on his brow, his shirt open now and clinging to his damp skin. He looks at you with glassy eyes, a shaky smile tugging at his lips. “Jesus Christ, woman.” he breathes, reaching down to pull you up into his arms. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Only the sweetest death there is.” You laugh softly, settling into his lap and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You better be ready to be repaid in full, darlin’. ‘Cause I ain’t letting you get away with that.” He chuckles, low and warm.

“I’m counting on it.” Your grin widens as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Javi Guttierez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Your husband is a man of passion. He loves big, talks fast and feels everything. Javi Gutierrez is made of velvet emotion and fire-drenched sincerity, and in the privacy of your sunlit villa, behind golden curtains and marble walls, he gives every ounce of it to you.

But tonight, you’re the one who wants to give.

He sits at the edge of your bed, long curls still damp from a shower, his linen shirt hanging open, the soft light from your chandelier bathing his skin in gold. Javi’s eyes are wide as you sink to your knees before him, your hands on his thighs, your gaze locked with his.

“Mi amor…” He breathes, chest rising fast. “What are you…?”

“Let me worship you tonight.” You lean forward, kissing along the soft lines of his stomach.

That’s all it takes.

Javi’s voice catches in his throat. His hands hover awkwardly and reverently, like he’s afraid to break the spell. His cock is already half-hard in his pants and you make quick work of freeing him, palming him gently, marveling at the weight and heat of him in your hand. He watches you with that same awe he reserves for perfect film endings and rare collectibles like you’re a dream he hasn’t yet earned. But he has, he always has. You take your time. Your mouth is soft, your tongue deliberate, and he falls apart almost immediately. One hand fists in the sheets behind him, the other gripping your wrist as if to steady himself.

“Dios mío…” Javi moans, hips twitching under your touch. “You’re going to kill me.”

You hum around him, lips stretching into a smile, and he whimpers, actually whimpers, like he’s helpless against you. That sound sparks something hot and pleased in your chest. He’s a man who talks poetry, who commands respect, who lives in luxury and leads with kindness. But when he’s in your mouth, trembling and flushed, all he can do is feel.

“Please…please, cariño.” He gasps, his Spanish spilling between moans. “No pares. No pares, por favor…” Your hand strokes in tandem with your mouth, your lips moving wetly over him, savoring every twitch and shake of his body. Javi’s thighs tremble, his chest heaves and his voice, it’s ruined, barely coherent and calling your name like a prayer.

“I’m…ah, I’m going to…!”

You moan again, sending vibrations down his cock, and that’s it. Javi spills into your mouth with a strangled gasp, thighs tightening, hands fumbling to cradle your head as if to hold you in place through the pleasure. His cries are raw and broken, his usually lyrical voice reduced to ragged breaths and overwhelmed whimpers. You swallow every drop, slow and reverent, and only pull away once he’s fully spent. He collapses back on the bed, eyes wide and glassy, curls sticking to his flushed forehead. You crawl up beside him and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“That was…holy. You are holy, my love.” Javi stares at you like he’s still falling in love all over again.

“You say that every time.” You laugh, brushing his hair back.

“Because it’s true.” He whispers, pulling you close. “And every time, it’s more true than before.” And when he kisses you slowly and thankful, tasting himself on your lips, there’s no doubt that in his eyes, you are not just his wife.

You are everything.

Javier Peña (Narcos)

You know the weight he carries. The long nights, the empty bottles and the lies that crawl under his skin and make a home in his bones. Out there, he’s a man with a badge and a gun, sharp eyes and a faster mouth, always walking the line between justice and rage.

But here, in your bedroom, he’s just Javi.

And tonight, you want him to feel something good and something real. He’s already undone a few buttons of his shirt by the time you settle on your knees between his legs, your hands gliding up his thighs. His breath catches like it always does when you touch him there, just above the buckle of his belt, fingers warm and teasing.

“Baby…” His voice is hoarse and warning, but weak.

“Let me.” You glance up, eyes locking with his.

He swallows, jaw tight, like he wants to say no, like he wants to act in control but his hands fall to his sides, fists clenching the sheets instead. That’s all the permission you need. You unbuckle his belt, pull his slacks open. He’s already getting hard and you haven't even kissed him yet. The pride that swells in your chest is molten and possessive. This man belongs to you and you’re going to remind him. You wrap your fingers around him first, stroking slowly, watching his breath stutter. He’s always so warm in your hand, heavy, pulsing and achingly responsive. Then your mouth follows. The moment your lips close around the head of his cock, Javier groans, low and broken. His hips jerk slightly, legs tensing beneath you and one hand slips into your hair but he doesn’t push, not yet, for now he just holds, as if grounding himself.

“Fuck…” He mutters. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You hum in response, swirling your tongue and taking him deeper. Every sound that slips from his throat spurs you on, the hitched breaths, the quiet curses and the soft gasp when you moan around him. Then he whimpers. It’s faint, almost swallowed by the sound of your mouth on him but it’s real. You glance up again and he looks so wrecked. Dark eyes glazed, his jaw slack, chest rising like he’s trying not to cry. His thighs tremble beneath your touch.

“You’re so fuckin’ good at this.” He breathes, voice shaking. “Too good.”

You pull back for a moment, just to whisper, “That’s the point.” Then you suck him deep, hollowing your cheeks, stroking him with your hand in tandem. Javier groans like he’s falling apart, his fingers tightening in your hair. And when he comes, he practically shakes. Hips jerking, thighs quaking, head thrown back as a raw cry breaks from his chest. You take it all, not stopping until he’s twitching, completely spent, and softly panting your name like a prayer. You pull off gently, licking the corner of your mouth and crawl up into his lap. He immediately wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“Jesus…” He whispers, voice still wrecked. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

“Not kill you, Javi. Just keep you alive.” You smile, running your fingers through his hair. And for once, he doesn’t have a smart reply. He just holds you closer, trembling still and lets you love him.

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

The world’s quiet tonight.

The fire in your safehouse crackles low, shadows dancing along the walls. Joel sits on the edge of the mattress with his back to you, elbows on his knees, shirt sticking to his back from the long day’s heat. He’s tired. You can see it in the way his shoulders slump, the way his hands hang loose between his legs. But you also see the tension. That wired stillness in him. He’s always carrying something too heavy for one man, guilt, pain and survival. And even with you, it never quite leaves his bones.

So you cross the floor, kneel behind him, and press your hands to his thighs. Joel flinches, just slightly, but he doesn’t stop you. You trail your hands up, around to the button of his jeans and he lets out a low breath. “What’re you doin’, baby?”

“Let me take care of you.” You whisper.

He doesn't answer. Just leans back a little, enough for you to slide between his legs, enough for his body to say what words won’t, yes, God fucking yes. You work his jeans open slowly, feeling the way his breath shifts when you graze over him. He’s already hardening beneath your touch, already aching for the softness he only lets you see. You pull him free, thick and heavy in your hand, and look up at him. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes shut like he’s trying to hold something in. You give him one slow stroke and his thighs tense on either side of you.

“Damn…” He mutters under his breath, barely audible. “You gonna make me beg?”

You just smile. Then you take him into your mouth. Joel grunts, low and gravelly, hand flying to your hair out of reflex. Not to push, not to guide bust to hold. Anchor himself as your mouth sinks lower, your lips warm and wet around him, your tongue teasing every inch.

“Shit!” He rasps. “That mouth…” You work him slow at first, bobbing your head with a rhythm that builds, steady and hungry. His hips shift with you, not thrusting, but twitching when you suck him harder, your hand stroking what you can’t take yet. Joel’s breathing grows ragged. His free hand clenches the sheet beneath him. The muscles in his thighs start to tremble.

Then you hear it, his voice cracking. A whimper pulled from deep in his chest, like it slipped past his defenses before he could choke it down. You moan around him in response and he shudders. His grip in your hair tightens, his whole body going taut. “Fuck, baby…please.” He groans. “I can’t…‘m close…”

You don’t let up. You suck him deeper, sloppier now, stroking him in time with your mouth. And Joel falls apart. He comes with a broken moan, hips stuttering, thighs shaking around you, a low whimper tearing from his throat as he spills into your mouth. You take it all, every last drop. When you finally pull back, Joel looks like a man undone. Hair damp, chest heaving, sweat clinging to his temple. You crawl into his lap and rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps both arms around you without a word.

Just breathless whispers. Just comforting heartbeats. Just him and you.

After a long silence, he whispers. “You’re the only thing in this world that still feels good.” And you hold him tighter, knowing you’ll keep giving him that, again and again, until the world ends or he’s finally free.

Marcus Acacius (Gladiator II)

The armor always comes off slow. Piece by piece, you help him shed the weight of war. The heavy cuirass first, the thick leather straps, the shoulder guards smudged with the dust of the Colosseum. It’s a quiet ritual by now, your hands sure, his eyes always watching you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Hard day?” You ask softly.

Marcus exhales through his nose. “Victorious.” He mutters. “But I feel no lighter.” That’s all he says. That’s all he ever needs to say.

You guide him to sit, still shirtless and flushed from the heat of battle. The moonlight slips through the balcony curtains and washes over him in silver. He looks like something sculpted by the heavens, beautiful but tense and tired. But you know how to undo him. You drop to your knees before him, your hands gliding over his strong thighs. He stiffens, slightly startled. “You don’t need to…”

“I want to.” You interrupt, voice low and sure. “Let me have this, Marcus.”

His jaw clenches. Always so composed. Even now, his war-hardened body is strung tight like a bow. But he gives a small nod, a sign of surrendering himself to you. That’s all the permission you need. You unlatch the leather waistband of his under-tunic, eyes never leaving his. He’s already getting hard, and you stroke him slowly and deliberately, watching his breath hitch as your hand wraps around him. He tries not to react at first. The stoic soldier in him holds the line.

Until your mouth replaces your hand.

Marcus shudders. “Gods…” He groans, one large hand flexing at his side, the other twitching like it wants to bury itself in your hair but can’t quite dare. “You’re… wicked.” You hum around him and he jerks, hips jolting forward as a broken sound slips past his lips. It starts quiet. A low growl. But with every stroke of your tongue, every wet glide of your lips around him, Marcus’ composure begins to crack. His thighs tremble under your palms. He tries to brace himself, feet planted, spine straight but his breaths come faster and shorter. You suck him deeper, easing him slowly to the back of your throat and that’s when it happens.

A soft wrecked whimper leaves him, not loud but real. Your strong towering husband, the scourge of Gaul and Rome’s favored son, whimpers for you. You glance up and see him undone, flushed face, wide eyes and jaw slack as if he doesn’t recognize the sound he just made. “Don’t stop.” He pants. “Please…”

You don’t. You take him in again, deeper this time, hand stroking what you can’t reach. He’s losing it now, gripping the edge of the carved wooden bench, knuckles white, muttering curses in Latin between hitched breaths. “Dulcis deorum.” He gasps. “I…I'm going to…ah!” He comes hard, trembling with it, thighs shaking as he spills down your throat with a cry that borders on a sob. You don’t pull back until he’s spent, until his body finally slackens, overcome by the pleasure you dragged out of him like a blade from its sheath.

When you rise and crawl into his lap, Marcus clutches you like a man who barely survived. He buries his face in your neck, his voice hoarse against your skin. “You undo me. More than any enemy ever could.”

“Good. That’s how I like you.” You smile into his hair. And he laughs, quiet, breathless and grateful, as you cradle your war-god husband in the arms of peace.

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

The house is quiet tonight. Missy’s with her cousins having a sleepover. The city’s at peace for once. And Marcus, your dear husband, is home for the night, not just physically but fully present, all the weight of his armor and his responsibilities finally set aside. You find him in the bedroom, fresh from the shower, towel hanging loose around his hips, dark curls still damp. He looks at you the way he always does when the world fades, like you’re his grounding point, his true north.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiles, soft and tired.

You don’t answer, not right away. You cross the room, letting your fingertips graze down his chest, slow and silent. You feel the way his breath catches when you dip lower, nails gently teasing down his stomach. Marcus watches you, his expression already shifting into a curious one and albeit a little flustered as well.

“Sit.” You whisper. He obeys without question, lowering himself to the edge of the bed. You kneel before him. His eyes widened slightly, his body stiffening. “You sure? We don’t have to…”

“I want to.” Your voice is firm and certain. “Let me take care of you, Marcus.”

His throat bobs with a swallow. “Okay.” You tug the towel from his waist slowly and reverently, exposing him. He’s already half-hard from just your attention, so responsive as always. You stroke him gently, feeling him thicken under your hand, watching the muscles in his thighs twitch.

You lean in and kiss the tip of him, and Marcus groans quietly. “God, babe…” You take him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch. You use your hand at the base, matching the rhythm of your lips. He gasps when you swirl your tongue along the underside of him.

“Fuck…” He mutters, already unraveling. You look up at him and what you see makes your heart thrum. His head is tipped back slightly, brows drawn together, breath stuttering. You keep going, slow and focused, letting the room fill with wet, quiet sounds and the softest little noises from him.

Then comes the first whimper. It’s small and raw. He tries to bite it back but it breaks out of him anyway, half-lost in a shaky moan. Your husband, the brave, calm and ever-gentle Marcus, whimpers under your mouth.

“Baby…” He gasps, hand finding your hair but not guiding, just holding, holding like he’ll lose himself if he doesn’t. You hum around him, suck him deeper, and his thighs begin to shake. His whole body is quivering now, his composure slipping with every pass of your lips. “Please, I…God, I’m gonna…” He chokes out.

You don’t stop. You want this, want him to let go, to fall apart in your care. And when he comes, it’s with a desperate cry, trembling beneath your hands, moaning your name like he can’t hold anything back anymore. You stay with him through every pulse, every broken breath until he’s spent and shivering in the best way. You pull back, licking your lips and crawl up into his lap. He clutches you instantly, arms wrapping around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

He breathes you in like you’re oxygen. “Every time…” He whispers, voice still rough. “You make me feel so damn safe.”

You kiss his temple and smile. “That’s because you are.” And he holds you tighter, trembling still, your name a soft chant on his tongue.

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Your husband is always a gentleman. He opens doors, brushes your hair back from your face, brings you flowers even after the longest days. Marcus Pike, art crimes agent, hopeless romantic, doting spouse, always composed and always in control.

But tonight… tonight you want to take that from him.

He’s home late, tie loosened, jacket tossed carelessly on the armchair. His shirt half-unbuttoned already, revealing that smooth chest you know so well. He looks tired, yes, but when he sees you, waiting on your knees at the foot of the bed, something shifts in his expression.

“Sweetheart? What are you…” His voice trails off.

You smile, slow and wicked. “Sit.” Marcus’s throat bobs, yet doesn’t say anything and merely obeys. You rise just long enough to undo his belt, his button, his zipper, deliberate, patient and dragging it out. You can feel the tension roll through him but he doesn’t stop you. His breath stutters when you tug his pants and briefs down, freeing him, already hard and already flushed.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to.” You murmur, stroking him once and slowly, watching his hips twitch. “Let me take care of you, Marcus.”

His eyes flutter shut at your touch. “God, I love you.” Then your mouth replaces your hand. Marcus lets out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan, his hand flying to your hair, not to push, just to anchor himself. His breath comes fast and unsteady, as you swirl your tongue along his shaft and suck him in deeper.

“Shit, baby…” He pants.

You hum around him, slow and steady, building a rhythm. He’s falling apart already, trying to stay composed, trying to be your sweet calm husband. But it’s slipping. You feel it in the way his thighs tighten under your hands, in the way his hips shift forward without meaning to. When you take him deeper, your throat relaxes to accommodate him, that’s when it happens. A sharp whimper escapes him. Your name tumbles out of his mouth right after, broken and needy. You glance up, his head’s tipped back, flushed face lit by the warm glow of the bedroom lamp, lips parted in helpless surrender. You press one hand to his stomach, keeping him grounded and work him harder, your mouth, your hand, your tongue driving him to the edge.

“I’m close.” He gasps. “I…oh, please, I’m…!”

Marcus comes with a deep, wrecked moan, his whole body trembling, thighs shaking as you swallow him down. His voice cracks around your name, and for a moment, all he can do is hold on. You ease him through it gently, until he’s panting and pliant, fingers still buried in your hair. When you crawl up into his lap, he wraps his arms around you like he never wants to let go.

“You make me lose my mind.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks.

You smile against his jaw. “That’s the point.” And he laughs, soft and breathless, kissing your forehead like you’re the greatest thing he’s ever known.

Max Philips (Bloodsucking Bastards)

You always know when he’s had a long night. Max saunters in, lips still red from feeding, suit crisp as ever. He acts like the king of every room he walks into, even when it’s just your living room, low-lit and humming with quiet anticipation. You’re curled on the couch, waiting with a silk robe draped over your shoulders like a second skin.

“Miss me, sweetheart?” He grins with that wicked sharp smile.

“Maybe.” You arch a brow.

He’s beside you in a blink, using that vampire speed of his but you don’t flinch, you never do. He might tower over everyone else but with you? Max softens, just a little, that cocky confidence wavers under your gaze.

“You look like you need to relax.” You murmur, fingers already brushing along his belt.

He huffed a laugh. “You offering to rub my shoulders, babe? Or…?”

“Not exactly.” Your fingers undo his belt with a practiced flick.

Max stills, eyes beginning to burn with lust and desire. “Oh.”

You rise, guide him backward until he sits, sprawled out on the couch like some smug executive on a throne. But even he can’t hide the hitch in his breath when you sink to your knees between his legs, hands on his thighs, mouth tilted in a sinful smile. “Let me take care of you tonight.” You say, voice honey-slick and low.

Max watches you, something hungry and reverent in his eyes. He starts cocky because he’s always cocky. “You know, I usually like to be in charge…” You trail your nails up his thighs. He groans softly and less smug now. You make him wait. You kiss his inner thigh, his hip bone, teasing him until he’s squirming beneath your touch. His hand curls into the couch cushion, trying to stay cool.

But you see the twitch in his jaw, the flicker in his eyes and the way his fangs slightly descend when he exhales hard through his nose. “Still in charge?” You whisper, voice feather-light.

He swallows hard. “You’re playing dirty.”

“You like it.”

You finally give him what he wants but on your terms, your pace and your rhythm. You drag it out until he’s trembling, his cock throbbing under your touch, his breath stuttering with every slow wicked pass of your mouth. The bravado slips first. Then the smirk. Then the whimper, quiet, and bitten off but real.

“God, please…” He rasps. “You’re… killing me here.”

You glance up at him, lips slick, eyes sharp. “You’re already dead, Max.”

He laughs, choked and breathless, and then moans again when you swallow him down deeper. He’s trembling now, every part of him was. The vampire who usually has people begging him? Was now begging for you, whimpering your name like a prayer and hands fisting helplessly at his sides. And when he finally lets go, it’s like the world shatters. He spills into your mouth with a cry, a broken desperate sound you know he’d never make for anyone else. When it’s over, you crawl into his lap, straddling him while he recovers.

“That was… you’re insane.” Max’s voice is hoarse.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You married me.”

“Best bad decision I’ve ever made.” His fangs flash and he kisses you like he’s starving.

Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

The world always sees Maxwell Lord in control, slick, polished and commanding. The business mogul who bends empires to his will with charm and sheer ambition. But that’s not the man who stumbles into your shared penthouse tonight, tie crooked, energy drained and gold cufflinks still gleaming despite the weight in his shoulders. His eyes soften the moment they meet yours, exhaustion giving way to something more tender, a longing only you get to see.

You meet him at the door, cup his jaw in your hand and kiss him slowly and unhurried, letting your touch pull him back to earth. “Rough day?” You murmur.

“You could say that.” He chuckles low.

You trail your fingers down the front of his shirt, loosening the last buttons one by one. He lets you, he always does. That’s part of the magic, how he hands you the reins without a word. “You work so hard.” You say, voice barely a whisper, lips brushing his throat. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

His breath hitches. “Sweetheart…” But he doesn’t stop you, he never does.

You guide him to the edge of the bed, sit him down. He watches as you kneel between his legs, wide-eyed now, hands twitching with restraint. It’s not every day the king kneels before the queen but he looks at you like you are his goddess. “Relax.” You whisper, working open his belt. “Let go for me.”

“You know I can't say no to you.” Max swallows thickly.

You smirk. “I’m counting on that.” You take your time. He’s always been a man of theatrics and spectacle but here, like this, it’s the quiet that breaks him. The soft sounds of your breath, the glide of your hands, your mouth wrapping around him with slow devastating precision. He groans, head falling back. You suck gently then deeper, letting your tongue drag along his length, your pace maddeningly slow and controlled. He’s the one who usually negotiates, commands and most of the time wins, but now he’s gasping, trembling under your touch, undone by nothing but your mouth and the soft scrape of your nails along his thighs.

“God, baby…please…” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for but he knows he just wants more, more from just you. Your name spills from his lips in a whimper, helpless and reverent. That control he wields in boardrooms and on live TV? Gone. You watch him break beautifully. Every shaky exhale, every desperate buck of his hips, every whispered plea just for you. You hold his gaze when he comes apart, trembling violently, spilling with a cry into your mouth. His hands grab at the sheets, at the air, anywhere but you, because touching you might shatter him completely.

You only pull away when he’s too spent to breathe. He collapses backward and feeling completely boneless, hair damp with sweat, chest rising and falling in rapid uneven waves. You climb into his lap and he holds you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, his anchor, his peace and his undoing. “Who’s in charge now?” You tease, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I’d give you the whole world if you asked.” He huffs a weak laugh.

You smile. “I only ever wanted you.” And for once, Maxwell Lord is speechless.

Lucien De Leon (The Uninvited)

You can always tell when Lucien’s been fighting his ghosts. He slips in through the side door like he’s still half-lost in shadow, shirt soaked from rain, curls clinging to his forehead. His eyes are distant and hollow, almost, but they soften when they find you. You're the only thing in this world he believes might be real, might be good.

You take his hand without a word. Guide him through the darkened halls of your estate. You say nothing as you peel off his wet coat, undo the buttons of his shirt, kiss the bruises on his soul he refuses to name. He doesn’t resist, never with you.

Lucien De Leon, the same man the town gossips and whispers about, becomes something else in your presence, something quieter and fragile almost. You push him gently to sit on the edge of your bed. The storm outside throws shadows across his face, thunder rumbling in the distance. “Let me make you feel something else.” You whisper, fingers already working at his belt.

He opens his mouth to protest but no sound comes out, he just nods. You kneel between his knees, ghosting your lips over his stomach as you free him from the last layers of fabric. His breath catches, chest rising and falling in tight, shallow pulls. You can feel the tension wound through him, grief, rage and fear, and you want to unravel it, unravelling him. Your mouth wraps around him slowly and purposefully.

Lucien curses under his breath. He doesn’t make loud noises, he never has. He withholds but with you, that control frays. You work him with your lips and your tongue, dragging soft moans from him like secrets. His fingers twitch in the sheets, clenching when you suck harder, flick your tongue just right. His thighs tremble and his breath stutters. He whimpers your name like he’s praying with it.

“You’re safe.” You murmur between kisses along his length. “You’re mine.”

“Y-Yes…” He breathes, voice cracking. “Always.” You take him deeper and he gasps, sharp and broken. You see the tears shining at the corners of his eyes, not from pain but release. He’s not used to gentleness. He’s not used to this, being worshipped, cherished and made to feel. His whole body trembles as he spills, clutching at your wrist like a lifeline. You don’t move, you merely hold him through it, kiss him through it.

When you finally climb up beside him, he pulls you to his chest like he might fall apart otherwise. “Tell me I’m still here.” He whispers.

“You’re here.” You kiss his lips, his temple and his scars. “You’re mine. And I’ll always bring you back.” You say. Lucien closes his eyes, trembling still, but now it’s not fear, it’s surrender.

Oberyn Martell (Game of Throne)

The candlelight paints his skin gold. Oberyn lounges on silken cushions, robe half-undone, one leg lazily draped over the side of the bed. The warm breeze from the Dornish night carries the scent of sun-warmed citrus and sandalwood through the open windows but your eyes are only on him. Your husband. Your prince. Your ruin, if he had his way.

“You’re staring, my love.” He smirks when he catches you watching.

“I always do.” You murmur, stepping forward. “You like to be looked at.”

“Of course. I’m beautiful.” He says, shameless and grinning. But that smile falters, just slightly, when you kneel at the foot of the bed.

You part his robe with slow, reverent hands. He watches you with those dark molten eyes, like he’s daring you to continue. Testing the edges of your boldness. “You’ve been hunting all day.” You say, your fingers brushing his thighs. “But I think it’s time I hunted you.”

“Careful, my sweet. You may find more than you bargained for.” He raises a brow, his voice already rougher.

“I always do.” You whisper, lips ghosting along the sensitive skin of his hip. “And I always conquer it.” You begin slowly, too slowly for him. Your lips trace every inch of him that isn’t already kissed by the sun. Every breath he takes grows shallower and his hand tightens in the sheets, not in command but restraint. He is usually the one who takes lovers apart piece by piece, smiling as they unravel.

But this?

This is different.

You wrap your mouth around him, warm and slick and unhurried. Oberyn hisses between his teeth, hips twitching before he clamps down on the urge to move. His control is legendary, on the battlefield, in politics, in bed. But you know him. You know just how to undo him. You hum around him, slow and sensual, tongue teasing in maddening circles. His head tips back against the cushions.

“Gods…” He breathes. “You…”

You don’t let him finish. You deepen the rhythm, watching him unravel. The Red Viper trembles beneath your hands, knees slightly shaking as his composure slips. A groan escapes him, rich, needy and vulnerable. “Look at you.” You purr between strokes. “So powerful. So desperate for me.”

Oberyn whimpers, a sound that would never escape his lips for anyone else. “You’ll be the death of me.” His voice is raw.

You glance up, lips slick, smiling. “Then die slowly, my love.” He moans again, deeper now, as his body tenses, shaking with the edge of release. His thighs flex, his hands grasp the bedclothes like a drowning man reaching for shore. You hold him there, trembling, breathless, whispering praises against his skin until he finally lets go with a cry, a sound ripped from his throat like confession.

When it’s over, he collapses back, dazed, eyes glazed and chest rising fast. You kiss his thigh, then his stomach and crawl up beside him. He pulls you close, flushed and breathless, eyes still wide with wonder. “Seven hells…” He whispers into your hair. “Remind me never to anger you.”

“Oh, but I want you trembling.” You laugh softly against his skin.

And Oberyn, wild and untamable to the world, whispers into your ear.

“Only for you.”

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

They call your husband a brute behind his back.

A killer.

A sword arm.

A grumbling wall of muscle and scars.

And he is to them. But to you? Pero Tovar is something else entirely. That’s why he says your name so quietly when he returns from the battlefield, armor dusted in ash and sweat. That’s why his hands fall to his sides when you approach, letting you take the blade from his belt, the weight from his shoulders. That’s why he doesn’t flinch when you push him gently into a chair, eyes burning into his, your touch firm and loving.

“You’re safe now.” You whisper, fingers sliding under the layers of his armor, tugging each strap loose. “Let me take care of you.” He watches you with the wary awe of a man who’s never known softness, never been allowed to need. But he nods, always for you.

You kneel before him slowly. His breath hitches at the sight. “Mi amor…” His voice is gravel, either a warning or a plea, you can’t tell.

You smile, kiss the scarred skin at his hip as you work to open his trousers. “Let me worship you.” Your mouth is hot, soft and reverent. You take him slowly and deliberately, letting your tongue drag with practiced intent. His hands clench on the armrests, shoulders tightening.

“You don’t have to be strong here.” You murmur against his length causing him to shudder. You deepen the rhythm, taking him farther, letting him feel everything, the wet heat of your mouth, the tenderness behind every movement. He’s panting now, breath broken, gaze locked to you like he doesn’t know whether to beg for mercy or more. You hollow your cheeks and suck harder.

And your husband whimpers. The sound is raw, torn from somewhere deep, the kind of sound no one has ever heard from him but you. His thighs shake and his hands tremble. He whispers your name like a vow, like it’s the only thing tethering him to this world. “Please…” He gasps, not even sure what he’s asking for.

You don’t stop. You want him to fall apart. You want this hardened warrior to break for you and he does. His whole body arches forward as he spills, jaw slack as a moan half-choked in his throat. You don’t pull away until he’s utterly undone, ruined at your feet, breathless and wide-eyed.

When you rise and cup his flushed face, he leans into your touch like a man starved. “I don’t deserve you.” He murmurs in a ragged breath.

You kiss his lips, slow and deep. “You deserve to be loved, Pero. Even the strongest men fall.” He buries his face against your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tightly, trembling, vulnerable and utterly yours.

Always.

Reed Richards (Fantastic 4)

Reed’s mind is always elsewhere. Equations trail behind his eyes even when he’s beside you in bed. His thoughts stretch as far as his fingers, reaching through time, gravity and theoretical dimensions. He’s a genius, yes. But more often than not, he forgets he has a body, that he too has needs as well.

That’s where you come in.

He’s distracted tonight, brow furrowed as he pours over holographic data screens in the lab, fingers tapping out calculations so fast they blur. But when you step in barefoot, in nothing but one of his shirts and a look he can’t quite decode, you see the way he stalls. You feel the change. “Reed.” You say, soft and steady, walking toward him. “You're thinking too loud again.”

“I’m just finishing one last model…” His mouth quirks.

You slide between his legs where he sits on the bench stool. “No, you’re not.” He blinks. And when you press your palm to his chest, warm and grounding, you watch his whole system short-circuit. You kiss him, slow and sweet. He sighs into your mouth, fingers twitching like he wants to reach for something but doesn’t know what.

So you kneel. He exhales a shaky breath. “Darling…”

You look up, your hands already easing his waistband open. “Let me take care of you.” He groans, not just from pleasure but from surrender. Because when your mouth wraps around him, Reed’s brilliant mind goes blank. He braces his hands on the table behind him, knuckles white. His breath catches and you feel it, the tension, the vulnerability he keeps locked away with science and logic. You stroke him slowly, lips tight, tongue circling just right until his legs begin to tremble beneath you.

“You’re incredible…” He murmurs, voice already cracking.

You hum around him, watching the flush bloom across his cheeks, the way his hips jerk despite his best efforts. He's falling apart for you, Mr. Fantastic, greatest mind in the galaxy, reduced to gasps and moans under your tongue.

“Please…” He breathes, voice thin and high. “I c-can’t…” He whimpers when you don’t stop. That’s what you want, not just his body but his surrender. When he finally comes, it hits him like a wave. You feel the quake of it through his thighs, the ragged groan pulled from his throat, the raw need in how he says your name.

Afterward, he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping tightly around you. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He whispers into your neck.

You smile, brushing his hair back. “You don’t need to solve that one.” And for once, Reed Richards doesn’t have an answer. Just soft kisses and gratitude.

Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion)

It always fascinated you, how Tim could stay so calm and so controlled, even when the world was crumbling around him. The headlines, the secrets, the ever-present mystery of that damned mansion he’s been assigned to investigate.

But not here and certainly not with you.

Here, in your quiet bedroom, beneath warm lamplight and linen sheets, he isn’t Detective Rockford. He’s just Tim, your dear lovely husband. And when you step between his knees, eyes focused, fingers gently brushing his collar, you see the walls start to crack.

“You’ve been too tense lately.” You whisper, brushing your lips against his. “Let me help you forget.”

“You always see right through me.” He exhales shakily, already affected.

You smile. “I always see you.” You kiss him again, slow and deliberate as your hands glide down his chest. He starts to speak but the words catch when you sink slowly to your knees in front of him. Your hands find his belt and he makes a sound low in his throat, fingers twitching against the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to do this.” He murmurs, though his voice is already fraying.

You look up through your lashes. “I want to.” And then your mouth wraps around him, warm and tender, taking him in with slow reverence. His breath punches out in a gasp, head falling back against the headboard. He’s so used to controlling, to orchestrating the chaos but now, he’s unraveling in your hands.

You suck gently, tongue flicking in delicate circles. His thighs tense as his hands fist the sheets. “God…” He chokes out, voice already trembling. “Sweetheart…” You hum around him, loving the way his legs begin to shake, how his chest rises in ragged bursts. Tim Rockford, whose face could lie to the world, now moans brokenly just for you.

“Please.” He whispers, barely audible. “I c-can’t…!” He whimpers, sharp and desperate, and that’s when you know you’ve taken him to the edge. You don’t stop until his whole body tenses, hips jerking forward with a deep, shuddering cry of your name. You hold him there, letting him fall apart in your mouth, your hands, your care. When it’s over, he collapses back, completely silent except for the shaky breaths and the soft, awed whisper. “You ruin me…”

You climb into his lap, kissing the corner of his damp temple. “I put you back together too.” You whisper.

And he nods, resting his forehead against yours, trembling arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I know.” He says. “You always do.”

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shellshocklove · 5 months ago

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❀ 2024 fic recs

hi friends <3 for the third year in a row i wanted to make a list of some of my favorite fics i’ve read that was posted throughout 2024. please read the warnings on the fics before reading, and minors do not interact with smut!

* = smut

❀ joel miller

*cherry thrill by @hellishjoel (series) man i just realized this is a series while doing this fic rec list. i got some stuff to read now!!

pairing: tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!female!reader summary: trust and devotion. ink meets innocence. your tattoo artist, joel miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from joel and a video camera give you just the right idea.

*your summer dream by @tonysopranosrobe (series)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents.

safe and sound by @guiltyasdave (series)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: an injured joel and ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. trusting them isn’t easy, but you won’t let another person die in this house. it doesn’t take long until you’re terrified of the day they’ll leave again.

*older!boyfriend!joel miller by @cavillscurls (series)

pairing: older!boyfriend!joel miller x younger!female!reader summary: a collection of stories/imagines about older!boyfriend joel & younger!girlfriend reader.

*of rage and ruin by @corazondebeskar-reads (series)

pairing: werewolf!alpha!joel miller x female!omega!reader summary: joel miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. he turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

*a lover's pinch by @hier--soir (series)

pairing: professor!joel miller x female!reader summary: a one-night stand with a charming texan turns into something much more thrilling when you discover he is your new college professor. joel miller is entirely off limits. but now that you’ve had a taste, will you be able to keep your hands to yourselves?

*got my mind on your body by @thetriumphantpanda (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, even as he grows older, and you’re determined to show him just that.

daugther lessons by @sempersirens (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: would it kill joel to just touch you?

*oasis by @beardedjoel (one shot)

pairing: dbf!neighbor!joel miller x female!reader summary: your dad’s friend is tasked with looking after you while he’s out of town. he ends up finding you somewhere you absolutely shouldn’t be. blackmail ensues.

*stiff by @mothandpidgeon (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: as joel’s getting older, his body isn’t working the way it used to. luckily, you’re happy to help him out.

imperfect for you by @pedropeach (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: you never thought joel miller would accidentally call you baby.

*unbound by @sp00kymulderr (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: you make the chaos go blank in his mind, where all the thoughts spend hours swirling and billowing up like a storm. they’re calmer when he has you to play with.

*too sweet by @mrsmando (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: in your fight for survival against a world intent on killing you, you stumble across the humble abode of one joel miller.

*heavenly bound by @ozarkthedog (one shot)

pairing: jackson!joel miller x virgin!female!reader summary: the world crumbled before you could experience the touch of another. Joel does his best to keep you innocent for as long as he can.

*intermission by @joelsdagger (one shot)

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x sub!female!reader summary: movie night with joel doesn’t go to plan, or joel fucks your mouth while you’re sleeping.

*wild like the west by @/hellishjoel (one shot)

pairing: cowboy!joel miller x cowgirl!reader summary: joel and his cowgirl.

mine all mine by @/mrsmando (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: the weather in jackson takes a turn for the worse. you’re feeling anxious, resorting to your comforts in an effort to feel better. you’re waiting for the perfect remedy to return home from patrol: joel always knows how to make you feel good.

block party by @almostfoxglove (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: after your ex moves into the neighborhood, joel offers to pose as your boyfriend at the annual block party. it shouldn’t be hard to pretend for a night, since he’s hopelessly into you.

*wherever you stray, i'll follow by @/cavillscurls (one shot)

pairing: alpha!joel miller x omega!female!reader summary: joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

*awake by @/sp00kymulderr (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: he’s the perfect package.

no one can hurt you now by @/guiltyasdave (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: you’ve been traveling through the country with joel and ellie. after finally arriving in the safety of jackson, you realize how much joel means to you.

*say yes to heaven by @psychedelic-ink (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: joel finally allows you to pamper him.

*sweet release by @/cavillscurls (blurb)

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x sub!female!reader summary: the aftermath of finishing without joel’s permission.

*over the edge by @raspberrybesitos (blurb)

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x sub!female!reader summary: joel agonizingly taunts you before pushing you over the edge.

*total protection by @penvisions (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader x tommy miller summary: a threesome with the miller brothers.

after the rain by @/mrsmando (blurb)

pairing: ex-boyfriend’s dad!joel x female!reader summary: when life as you know it comes crashing down around your ears, only joel can fix it.

*sunrise by @5oh5 (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: waking up next to your boyfriend feels too good to be true.

*blurb by @ovaryacted

pairing: jackson!joel miller x female!reader summary: joel goes down on you.

given to fly by @perotovar (drabble)

pairing: joel miller/tess servopoulos summary: angst taking place during episode 3.

❀ javier peña

it's a date by @pedgito (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: your boyfriend delivers the worst news possible on what should be a day filled with love. luckily your coworker is there in wait, not allowing a perfectly good dinner reservation to go to waste.

*glory o by @milla-frenchy (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader x steve murphy summary: you work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new.

*nights are so starry, blood moonlit by @/guiltyasdave (*prequel)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: javi and you are neighbors. and friends with benefits, in a way. things become… heated.

like snow on the beach by @/guiltyasdave (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: you’re on a work trip with your boss, who you don’t like and who you’re convinced doesn’t like you either. unfortunately, there’s only one bed.

with you i fall down by @joelsgreenflannel (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: another day in colombia, another bomb orchestrated by narcos. but this time, it hits the street near your workplace. javi doesn't what happened to you, he rushes back home to find out.

tres besos by @/mrsmando (blurb)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: two times javi kisses you, and the one where you kiss him back.

❀ frankie "catfish" morales

*acts of service by @/tonysopranosrobe (one shot)

pairing: best friend!frankie morales x female!reader summary: an unexpected admission leads frankie to make you an offer you can't refuse. this surely won't come with any consequences. OR you've never had your pussy ate and your best friend frankie helps you out.

*up sky, low high by @jolapeno (one shot)

pairing: frankie morales x female!reader summary: frankie takes you on a heli-ride. you decide to test his competency and take him for a ride.

*in the locker room by @/jolapeno (one shot)

pairing: frankie morales x female!reader summary: when you join him for benny’s fight, frankie appears stressed. you have an idea to de-stress him.

fifteen hundred and one by @/jolapeno (blurb)

pairing: best friend!frankie morales x female!reader summary: he’s your best friend. nothing would ever change that. except maybe a goodnight kiss.

stupid cupid by @/hellishjoel (blurb)

pairing: best friend!frankie morales x female!reader summary: your best friend frankie cheers you up after a miserable valentine’s day.

be cruel to me, 'cause i'm a fool for you by @/joelsgreenflannel (drabble)

pairing: frankie morales x female!reader summary: frankie thinks you should get your driver’s license. you disagree.

❀ dave york

*hold still by @/almostfoxglove

pairing: bodyguard!dave york x female!reader summary: on your last night together, dave agrees to compromise.

❀ javi gutierrez

*are you alright, honey? by @javigutierrez (one shot)

pairing: javi gutierrez x female!reader summary: you’re going on a long weekend with your gorgeous new boyfriend, and after a day of unresolved sexual tension out on a roadtrip you’re ready to jump him the second you get home. unless he finds a movie at the gas station he had been looking for for years and he wants to watch it with you. will you be able to mask your desire for him, to enjoy a movie that means so much to him?

❀ logan howlett

*never is a promise by @joelsgoldrush (one shot)

pairing: old man!logan howlett x female!reader summary: you are everything logan isn’t: sweet, trouble-free, much younger—and, to top it off, charles' caregiver.

*slippin’ and slidin’ all over you! by @sceletaflores (one shot)

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader summary: logan forgot to fix the ac…

*the way you want to by @eupheme (one shot)

pairing: old man!daddy!logan howlett x female!reader summary: logan overhears something he shouldn’t have.

❀ peter parker

blurb by @silkscream

pairing: peter parker x reader summary: peter clambers up the fire escape to your room with flowers almost as battered as himself bc he hasn’t seen you in two weeks and he FINALLY has a second. he literally just wants a kiss.

*blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: peter parker x female!reader summary: stress fuck with peter bc uni is killing him and he’s on the streets every night and happy won’t get off his ass so when you crawl into his bed in just a t shirt and underwear he quite literally goes insane.

blurb by @luveline

pairing: peter parker x female!reader summary: peter comes home after a visibly bad day and the reader misinterprets his behavior and assumes he’s upset with her instead.

for more fic recs check out my #read tag <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

#joel miller x reader #javier pena x reader #frankie morales x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #peter parker x reader #logan howlett x reader #dave york x reader #pedro pascal #hugh jackman

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whoredyceps · 2 months ago

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“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

» if there was a column people waited to read every week, it was yours. famed sex-columnist, and the heart of new york city's dating scene, you give a play by play of your love life and what it all means. the readers of your column begin to notice a reoccurring character, beyond the flings and awkward second chances. will he become the main character, or are you doomed to croon about the tragic dating scene?

» author's note: this is a new series i'm staring based off this post i made! it's a 'sex and the city' based fic series. each entry is a different character from the ppcu, so each chapter will focus on a character. they will all be standalone fics, and you don't have to watch sex and the city to understand the plot. let me know your thoughts! :)

» the playlist link

⌕ old dogs, new tricks ༝ joel miller

⌕ easy come, easy go ༝ javier peña

⌕ time and punishment ༝ din djarin

⌕ plus one is the loneliest number ༝ oberyn martell

⌕ the fuck buddy ༝ frankie morales

⌕ take me out to the ballgame ༝ jack daniels

⌕ what goes around comes around ༝ marcus acacius

⌕ the baby shower ༝ reed richards

⌕ just say yes ༝ clint

⌕ coulda, woulda, shoulda ༝ lucien de leon

⌕ the domino effect ༝ javi gutierrez

⌕ out of the frying pan ༝ the epilouge

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 10 months ago

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✨ MASTERLIST ✨

Welcome to my place. Thank you for spending your time here and reading my scribbles. I hope you enjoy it! I try to describe every story (smut, angst, fluff, +18) so choose what is right for you. I am only human, I make mistakes and I'm still learning - just like all of us, so please be understanding. Thank you for being here.

✤ Joel Miller [The Last Of Us]

✤ Javier Peña [Narcos]

✤ Frankie "Catfish" Morales [ Triple Frontier]

✤ Marcus Moreno [ We Can Be Heroes]

✤ General Marcus Acacius [Gladiator II]

✤ Javi Gutierrez [The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent]

✤ Clint [Freaky Tales]

✤ Harry Castillo [The Materialists]

🧾 Drabbles/Prompts

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔 [masterlist]

❤️‍ broken hearts seek redemption ❤️‍ [ masterlist]

💋900 followers milestone celebration - kissing prompts

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wardenparker · 3 months ago

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The Unbearable Weight of Perfection, ch 1

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When an accident of fate throws Javi G into the path of his soulmate, his instinct is to dive in head first. Adjusting to life as the fated partner of someone you barely know is going to be harder than either of you suspect, but anything worth having is worth working for. Isn't it?

(This story is heavily inspired by the lovely house museums that I work in every day and the fantastic few months that HBO was using our houses to film a TV show in fall! I spent each day on that set in wonder and I can't wait to share the experience with all of you through this story.)

Rating: M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this story include: Cursing, alcohol, food, references to abusive family members -- i.e. Lucas.* Fluff, sweetness, flirting, crushes, reader's meddling bestie. Summary: Waking up beside your soulmate the morning after your wedding, you reflect on the meetings that brought you here. Notes: Welcome to a new story, friends! We're using date stamps as we tell this story, as scenes may appear out of chronological order. Enjoy!

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Normally waking up is hard for Javi. Too used to having his own schedule, late nights and lazy mornings. Things have changed over the past few years, the loss of his family fortune and business. Not that he minded no longer being the face of an arms dealer family, even if he wasn’t the one selling the weapons. That was his now incarcerated cousin, Lucas’s doing.

No, now waking up meant an alarm instead of the fragrant smell coffee being brought by a servant, he had to get up and make it himself if he wants.

This morning, this morning his eyes are open before the sun even thinks about peeking over the horizon. The early morning lighting up gradually as he watches your face, so peaceful in sleep. His soulmate. His wife.

Sunrise isn't normally your wakeup call. The mornings are always an early start for you because you like to get as much out of your day as you possibly can. It's been so many years of it now that you even wake up early on the weekends – but not today.

A rare morning of sleeping in means that the bright sun streaming through the windows penetrates your sleep to warm your dreams and drift you closer to reality. Although really, the thing that wakes you is the shifting of the mattress. The last time you shared a bed with anyone before last night was...a year ago? More?

But when you open your eyes, knowing it's your soulmate next to you is so exhilarating.

“Good morning.” Javi’s smile is bright, radiant like the sun as he reaches out and caresses your cheek. “How did you sleep? I think I only slept for two hours but it was the best two hours of my life.”

"Good morning." Like a magnet, you slide towards him on the mattress to tuck yourself into his side. "It's a whole new day. What did you want to do with it?" Neither of you have to work, so it's just...going to be beautiful all on its own.

“I should treat you today, no?” He asks with a grin. “It is technically our honeymoon?” The ring on your finger is just barely ten hours old, the excitement of that fact still humming through his system and coming off as nervous energy.

"We've got a whole weekend to do whatever we want." Honeymoon. It's your honeymoon. The last twenty-four hours have been a complete whirlwind. This time yesterday you were already at work. "I feel silly asking but...what do you like to do for fun?"

“Watching movies.” Javi admits shamelessly, although he no longer has the movie theatre he once did. “What is your favorite movie?”

"Oh gosh, that's such a hard question." Shamelessly happy that you can do so, you lay a kiss on his shoulder and gaze up at him.

Your soulmate is so fucking handsome. How did you get so lucky?

"Maybe..." You laugh at how ridiculously hard it is to choose. "I think I have more like a top three. And they rotate depending on what kind of mood I'm in. But one of the top three is always The Princess Bride."

“That is a good one.” He grins, happy that you seem to light up and have a hard time choosing. “I always liked Wesley.” He admits shamelessly and winks at you. “As you wish.”

"Hush." Even though you nudge him a little, your warm cheeks have nothing to do with the morning sun. It's all mixed in with the dreamy expression on your face as you talk with him. Your husband. Your soulmate. "What's your favourite movie?"

“You must promise not to laugh.” He tells you seriously, although there is humor twinkling in the depths of his dark eyes as he gazes into your hauntingly beautiful ones. “Paddington 2.” He admits, his tone flat and honest.

“Why would I laugh? That’s such a sweet movie!” Daring to reach up to brush a curl out of his eyes, you end up smiling all over again. “I…actually really love watching kids’ movies. They’re great for comfort and cheering me up when I don’t feel too good.”

“They teach us lessons we could all use.” He agrees, capturing your hand and kissing the back of it. “We can watch them together. Snuggled up.”

“That sounds perfect.” Practically everything he suggests sounds perfect, and it’s not just the gorgeous purr of his accent. “It can be a sweet way of unwinding at night.”

“You would not mind?” He asks, brows raised and a hopefully look on his face. “I wish I had my old movie theatre, but we can turn the second bedroom into a viewing room?”

"You..." Confusion makes your eyebrows draw in. "Used to have your own movie theater?"

He tilts his head. “Of course.” He nods. “I will have to build one again. It will not be as big as the one in Spain, but the house will be much smaller too.” He sighs softly, feeling a little bit like a failure for not being able to give you the things he once had. Before he ever knew you carried his marks. “But maybe one day, no?”

"If it will make you happy, then we will absolutely do that." There are plenty of things that you don't know about each other yet, but you have every confidence that you'll be able to settle into things together well. You're soulmates, after all. You're meant to be together. "I just...I've never known anyone who had their own movie theater before. That sounds so fancy."

“It was a large house.” He admits, frowning slightly. He loved the house, hated the bad memories of some of the things that happened there. Although it was never all bad. “You know, Nic Cage came to my birthday party there?” He asks. “It’s how we met.”

"Is it really?" He had told you that they were friends -- hell, the Cages had come to your wedding last night -- but it was still something that you were wrapping your head around.

“Yes.” He chuckles. “I paid him one million dollars to come to my birthday, and somehow, we became friends.”

Your eyes widen, catching on a breath of disbelief. "So that's how you get a movie star to come to your birthday? Color me impressed."

He hums. “Back then, yes.” He admits, leaning in and kissing your shoulder gently. “Now, they are starting to want to come on their own. Not because I pay them.” He doesn’t have the money to do that anymore.

"You're an amazing writer. I'm sure you're just at the start of something really grand." The two movies he has had made so far have both been fantastic. You went home and watched them back-to-back after the first time he told you he was a screenwriter. "I consider myself very lucky that I'll get to be beside you during all of it."

“Really?” His eyes widen, as if he had never really considered that you would be happy to have him as your soulmate. “You want to be beside me?”

It almost makes you laugh, but the wonder on his face is so genuinely sweet that it sort of comes out as a sound of disbelief. "Of course," you promise him, and take his hand to hold both his and your left hands in his view. The hands bearing your brand new wedding rings. "That's what this means."

“Married.” The word is whispered, almost reverently, as if he is still in disbelief that it was ever possible. For him, it had started to look that way. He had loved Gabriella and had been determined to be a good partner no matter if they had not shared marks, but she had left him. He had floundered slightly, bemoaning love and at the encouragement of Nic to start working on his next screen play, he had stumbled upon the soulmate he had always yearned for.

******

Tuesday, February 14, 2023 Valentine's Day

The slowest pay of the week for the museum seems punctuated with particularly melancholy moments today. There was a private tour this morning with a proposal, and the squealing bride-and-groom-to-be had been allowed to take photos together on the grand staircase before regular visitors began arriving for the day. Their family and friends had been hiding in the house, waiting for the moment, all ready to burst out and shout with joy after the question was asked and answered. It had left you with a migraine.

Another lover had popped their question to her beloved out in the gardens while you were trying to get some fresh air on your short morning break. You'd fled back to the breakroom and hung your head in your hands for the rest of your fifteen minutes of quiet.

Now, in the middle of the afternoon, there are so many couples on dates strolling through the halls of Hazelwood House that it felt like an intentional taunt. Being fresh off a breakup at Valentine's Day is no one's idea of a good time. So you just pace your area, walking through the three rooms of the house museum that are under your care for this hour, and hope that the floor just opens up to swallow you whole.

Which is how you accidentally walked straight into a guest.

"Oh! Excuse me! I'm so sorry, that was entirely my fault."

Javi Gutierrez manages to keep himself from stumbling but immediately reaches out to steady you. “No, no, I was wandering around.” He shakes his head, ready to take the blame himself as his eyes meet yours and he swears that his heart skips a beat. He straightens slightly, still holding your arms. “Are you okay?” He asks softly, as if you had been injured by the minor collision.

"I'm totally fine." Shaken, sure, but only because of your own clumsiness and the fact that you just had to bump into the hottest guy you've ever seen in your entire life. "I—I'm sorry." Come on, get it together. "I was distracted." Lie, for fuck's sake. "I just noticed a little detail in the flooring that I had never seen before."

“The floor?” Javi frowns as he looks down at the intricate tiles beneath both of your feet. “What about the floor?” He asks curiously, wondering if it is something special.

"Well..." It's nerdy. It's so nerdy. But there actually is something special about the mosaic tile in this particular room of the house. "The billiard room is covered in mosaic, but I've never paid much attention to the grain of the marble before." An utter lie, you stare at it every day. "Do you see the swirls of blue and gray here? It's the same marble as the fireplace."

Instead of looking at you like you are crazy, Javi squats down and brushes his fingers over the glazed tiles, staring at the colorful patterns for a long moment, memorizing them. Then he lifts his head to stare at the fireplace. “So they tiled the mosaic with marble instead of regular tiles?” He asks, trying to follow.

"It looks like it." He gets excited easily, this incredibly handsome man, and it relaxes you a little. Guests who get excited about little details are one of the things you love most about working in a museum. "Now I'm thinking about taking a photo of the different colors and comparing them to the other fireplaces in the house."

“Can you backtrack through the house?” He looks around worried for a moment and then back at you. “The guides won’t get mad?”

"You're only a few rooms in, I can walk you back to the first fireplace if you'd like?" That would be the breakfast room, which is an easy stroll backward from where you are now and you point it out to him on the map that is printed on the packet of information in his hand. It seems he opted not to download the audio tour as so many do.

He tilts his head, contemplating it seriously. “Then we should do it, no?” He asks. “See if it matches? It should, or no? Maybe it depends on the style of the room?”

"Let's find out, if you're curious. We can check the three fireplaces in this section of the house and you can compare the pictures you take here to the others as you keep moving through the house." You would walk with him, guide him yourself, because it's just so nice to stumble upon someone nice and not on a date today...but abandoning your area of the house would get you in a hell of a lot of trouble.

“Okay.” He smiles at you and wonders if you are waiting for your partner to arrive. It’s Valentine’s Day after all and he had thought to distract himself with work. “The house is very, um, nice.” He says as you start to steer him back towards the other rooms. Small talk can be awkward and he’s not as good as it as he would like at times. Nervous about making a negative impression.

"The whole place is gorgeous." The grounds are a popular tourist attraction, with plenty of weddings and other parties happening on the grounds in addition to the mansion being a museum. "Have you ever visited Hazelwood Park before?"

“This is my first time.” Javi confesses. “I have heard of it, but woke up this morning and decided today was the day.” He had honestly figured there wouldn’t be a lot of couples here. He had been wrong.

"Well, welcome." Back in the breakfast room, you turn to face the soft green marble fireplace. "This does look like the same green of the turtle in the mosaic," you admit. The shades are remarkably similar.

“So they matched the edging of this floor to the fireplace.” The entire floor isn’t a mosaic, but the banding around the edges is. “This fireplace is larger.” He tilts his head. “Perhaps they did not have enough of the leftovers to use, hm?”

"If they only used the pieces that were considered scrap during the carving of the fireplaces, then it would make sense that they wouldn’t have any large pieces." The thin tile line around the otherwise parquet flooring has always charmed you unexpectedly. You had never seen anything like it before.

“It is a good way to use up all the materials.” He agrees. “Because I’m assuming the marble was imported?” It’s nothing he’s ever considered before but your enthusiasm for the details excites him.

"Oh yes, absolutely." In fact, you had had to memorize where all of it came from as part of your knowledge test to be a full-fledged docent. "This particular stone comes from Italy."

“You know a lot about this.” He smiles. “Is the house a favorite place to visit for you?”

"Oh!" You break out into a nervous laugh and realize that this entire time, the nametag and lapel pin that you wear on your cardigan marking you as an employee haven't been visible. "No, I--I work here. I've been here about a year now."

“Oh…oh I am sorry.” He bites his lip as he tries to hide the embarrassed grin. “I didn’t realize. I thought you were just an enthusiast.”

"Being an enthusiast is sort of how I got the job," you admit. Shrugging your shoulders, you straighten out your cardigan again and do up one button to make sure both pins stay visible. "It turns out that I really love it. Beyond just thinking the place is beautiful."

“That explains your comment about this section of the house.” He chuckles, wiping his hands on his pants and shoving them in his pockets. “I had assumed you were waiting on someone. Now I know that’s it’s other tour groups.

"Have to stay in my section." A light, awkward laugh travels between you but even that little sound from him sounds angelic. "But if you like these first few rooms, then you'll love the rest of the house."

“Which is your favorite room?” He asks, looking down at his map.

"Today?" You laugh a little, emboldened by the way he seems to smile with his whole face. Like he really doesn't mind talking to you. Like he might even enjoy it. "I love them all, but I think the library might be the best part of the whole house."

“Do you like to read?” He asks, charmed by your laugh and the way you seem to light up at the question. As if you aren’t normally asked a personal question. “The library was always where I was chided, but then it was also where I could escape into different worlds when I couldn’t do other things.”

"That's the beauty of books." Something you believe unabashedly. Stories are an escape -- whether that is books or movies or plays, or whatever else. "Being able to run away into a different world is powerful. It's freeing." Warmth creeps up your neck and into your cheeks and you nearly feel embarrassed for getting so excited about it except that he's still smiling. "The library in this house? I would curl up in front of that fireplace with a stack of books beside me on the chaise lounge and one of those little table all covered in the blue China from the butler's pantry and a whole plate of scones. I would just stay there all day and night."

“That sounds perfect.” He hums. “With the fire built up?”

“Oh, of course.” The scenario has played out in your head a thousand times, and one day you might just have to go antiquing for your own chaise so you can fulfill it. Of course…you’ll also need a home legitimate enough to have a fireplace. Not your shitty little studio apartment.

“Storm beating against the windows?” It would be a miracle in California, but he could imagine it in the setting of his latest screenplay. “Or snow?”

"Oh, it's been years since I saw a good snowstorm. I used to hate them, but I sort of miss it."

“I have not ever lived somewhere where there was snow.” He admits with a small shrug. “It is beautiful in pictures but I do not think it would be fun to have every day.”

"Oh, it's definitely not." Not even a little, and your immediate answer elicits laughs from both of you. "My favorite was when I was going to college in Boston and the college dug out our sidewalks for us. All the beauty of snow with none of the work."

“That is probably the best way to have the snow.” He admits with a laugh.

"Well..." Realizing you've probably monopolized enough of this extremely handsome, extremely charming man's time, you offer him a smile and try to smother the butterflies accumulating in the pit of your stomach. He has the most beautiful, soulful eyes you've ever seen. "Enjoy the rest of the museum. Take an extra look at the library when you pass through the south wing and you'll see what I mean about it being comfy."

He’s entirely disappointed to realize that he’s being dismissed. Enjoying the way you banter with him, he wishes he could ask you to give him the tour of the entire house so he could continue talking. Feeling more at ease with you than he has with anyone ever. “Thank you.” He hums softly. “I hope you have a wonderful day, full of beauty.”

"You too." You flounder for a few seconds, but you know you'll get in trouble if your supervisor sees you on the surveillance cameras talking to the same guest for too long, so you gently extract yourself to stroll as casually as possible back into the corner of the great hall that is included in your area of the house right now.

Javi watches you walk off and he sighs before he looks down at the map and pulls out his phone to take pictures of the rooms. Your attention to detail will have to be included in the film.

******

Saturday, December 23, 2023

It's the Christmas season the next time you see him, when the house is all done up in twinkling lights and wreaths with trimmed trees in almost every room. Bowls of chestnuts and pine cones and cherries replace the usual decorative hazelnuts and oranges. Pine boughs and poinsettias instead of big, beautiful flower arrangements. It's a nice change of pace, honestly, and on the weekends guests can buy tickets to the after-hours light display on the grounds. Out in the garden there are even refreshments and music plays from the trees that drip with even more lights.

Javier tucks into his light jacket. It’s not completely necessary, but it helps the spirit of the season. The lights are beautiful and he’s heard that the decorations are truly a sight to see.

The music outside just reminds you of the years that you worked in retail -- repetitive and sickly sweet Christmas songs pouring through speakers, but you dole out cups of cocoa and coffee at one of the refreshment tables outside with good enough spirits. There's bits of broken cookie to sneak every now and then, and the little gingerbread men are tasty morsels when you and the other docent working at the table can grab them.

“You were right about the library.” He hadn’t been looking for you. At least that’s what he tells himself, although he lights up for some reason when he recognizes you. “It’s perfect for a cozy day reading.”

"You..." It takes all you've got not to grab your friend's hand beside you, as the specter of the random guest you've had a crush on for almost a year materializes in front of you. "You remembered?" The full sentence is 'You remembered me?' but you don't say that.

He grins bashfully as he steps up to the table and looks down at the cookies and paper cups, trying to keep from staring at how pretty you are. Javi’s been around gorgeous women, but there’s something about the naked honest in your eyes that makes him feel almost feverish. “Of course I did.” He chuckles. “I went back through to find you that day, but you must have already gone home.”

“We move around the house every hour. To keep on our toes and so we don’t stare at the same set of walls the whole day.” Did he get even more attractive since last time? That would be so unfair. Criminally unfair, actually. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Enough to come back, even.”

“I had to see it during Christmas.” It also got him out of the tiny cottage he lives in. Around other people. Hopefully to distract from the loneliness of the holiday. “I don’t know if this might not be the best look for this place. Although I see it with candles lit all around.”

“It’s perfect in spring,” you tell him all too quickly, and end up flustering yourself so you have to tear your eyes away from his to look down at the grounds gather your damn wits back. “I mean…in early spring is when all the orange and hazelnut trees blossom. That’s how the property got its name. Hazelwood Park.”

“Is that so? I will have to check it out.” He looks suitably impressed and then motions to the table. “So, um, how much for a cookie and a cup of coffee?” He asks, not sure what else to say, but wanting to continue the conversation.

"Oh, they're free for guests. Help yourself." Your coworker offers helpfully, seeing you fluster and thoroughly enjoying the level of teasing that is going to happen after work tonight. "Why don't you take your break while we have a lull?" She suggests, practically batting her eyelashes with glee over the suggestion.

"Thanks, Moira," you hum with a tone that suggests you're going to kill her later. Then again? She has a point. These days that there are special events at work can be long. You've been on your feet for hours.

Javi is disappointed, sure that you will disappear on him since you have a chance to get off your feet and possibly get something to eat or drink yourself. “Oh, um, okay.” He takes a cup of be coffee and a cookie. “Thanks.”

"Make sure to show him your bench!" Moira suggests, far too loudly and excitedly to not be obvious, as she thrusts a cup of cocoa and a gingerbread man into your hands.

“Your bench?” He could kiss your friend for giving him something to grasp on to in order to keep the conversation going. “What is your bench?”

"It's...it's over on the west side of the property." You gesture to the left of were you're both standing and try to suppress the giddy and awkward shivers running up and down your spine. "Do you...would you want to walk?"

“Are you sure you want to?” He asks seriously, happy about spending time with you but it’s your break. “You don’t want to rest?”

"Benches are made for resting." Now that the chance has presented itself, you would actually be pretty bummed to miss out on the chance to chat with him again. And, in all honesty, you're pretty sure it's not your break at all. Moira just threw you out of the nest like a mama bird.

“Okay.” He agree to that easily and shifts to move the cookie into the same hand as his coffee to offer you his arm. “Lead the way.”

The chivalrous gesture damn near makes your knees buckle, and you follow suit. Shifting your snack into one hand lets you take his arm to lead him toward the ocean. "It's just...where I like to come sit." Of course it is. You groan at yourself internally. What else would you do at a bench but sit? "I take my lunch out here sometimes and things like that."

“So it’s your special place.” He likes the sound of that. Showing him something that you might not show every guest.

"I suppose you could say that." It's only a touch chilly tonight and the breeze coming off the ocean is welcoming. "It's a nice place to sit and think. To just watch the ocean and...dream."

“Hopefully the dreams are nice ones.” He offers, wondering what you might dream about. “Having a quiet place to think is always a good thing. I used to sit out at the cliffs and dream, plot, plan.”

"Cliffs?" Hazelwood Park is more or less on a cliffside, and you motion out toward the ocean again. "Like this one?"

“A little larger than this one.” He smiles as he thinks back to jumping off the cliff with Nic. “Mallorca has cliffs that go hundreds of meters in the air.” He tells you. “Some so steep you would be terrified to slip off the edge.”

“Mallorca?” Spanish. Damn. They really do make hotter men in Europe. “I’ve heard it’s beautiful there. You…traded one beautiful place to live for another?”

He shrugs slightly. “Hard to write movies anywhere else but Hollywood, no?”

“Hard, but not impossible.”

So there it is. Even the screenwriters in Hollywood are sexy. Maybe you should be grateful to live so close by, then? Southern California does have some fun things that back home didn’t. Rather than fawn over him — that’s never been your style — you just smile. “So you like libraries and you’re a writer. Stories run through your veins.”

“I would live in them if I could.” He admits wistfully. The little bench is drawing closer and he can see from the view from this point why you would like it. It’s a stunning place to look out over the water. The wind just a touch brisk as it ruffles his hair. The smell of the saltwater taking over.

“Me too.” And for reasons you can’t quite discern, you just keep talking. “That’s why I like history so much. It’s all just stories. Especially in big houses like this. Somebody’s whole life — their whole story — is wrapped up in that house.”

“And do you sometimes pretend you are the lady of the house?” He asks, imagining you in the skirts from that time.

"It would be sort of a shame to dream about the place and not dream the grand, elegant things. Wouldn't it?" When you reach the bench together, he seems to set you down first, letting you settle, and then sits beside you. "I think it's romantic. Curtis Hollingsworth built the place as a birthday gift for his wife. They were outgrowing their home because they were pregnant again, and he'd made millions helping to turn Santa Barbara into a spa town." The soft smile on your face is whimsical, but you can't help it. "Apparently, she loved oranges and hazelnuts. Which is why the trees are everywhere."

“He brought those to her.” He looks out over the water and takes a sip of the rich coffee. At least they had served a strong brew instead of something heartbreakingly weak. “To build a house for someone you love is a perfect way to show it.” He frowns slightly, remembering that he has a building site that was halted before the foundation was ever poured.

“It’s certainly a grand gesture.” Something in his tone and manner makes you hesitate, but you don’t know this man nearly well enough to ask a single personal question so you try to just press past it. “Of course, grand gestures aren’t the only way of showing love. Not by any means. But they do make wonderful stories.”

“Sometimes it’s just listening.” He agrees, thinking about how things between him and Gabriella had turned after moving to L.A. two years ago. She had been uninterested in the future he envisions and started working towards. Stopped talking to him about anything that wasn’t part of her own interests. He had tried to course correct, but it had ultimately not meant to be.

“I couldn’t agree more.” This time you do chance to look at him — sharp jaw and soft cheeks outlined against the night sky like a fully grown cherub, golden brown curls neatly and artfully tousled and waving in the breeze. He looks like a Romantic painting. “Lots of people talk about communication but not enough realize listening is included in that.”

His eyes find yours again, seeing the softness and understanding swimming in their depths and he feels like bearing his soul to you. “Is it probably the most important part.” He admits. “The world would be better if people understood that.”

“Again…” you swallow hard, feeling your mouth has run dry and chest fairly ripped open with the feeling of familiarity. “I couldn’t agree more.”

The silence falls between you. It’s not unpleasant, it’s almost hesitant. As if both of you are afraid of disturbing the uncluttered beauty of the moment as the waves crash against the coast at the wind batters playfully against your cheeks. Javi breaks off a piece of the cookie and dips it onto the coffee.

“You chose a beautiful night to come visit.” It’s clear and typically warm despite the ocean breeze, and even in the end of December, Southern California is a beautiful place to be. He could have gone to any of a thousand places but he chose to come here, and a small voice in the back of your head wonders — hopes — that maybe you had a part in making this place happy for him.

“I was compelled to come back.” He admits softly, looking over at you for a moment before breaking off the gaze to look out at the sea again.

“The house is like that.” When he looks away, you do too. “It draws people in.”

It’s not the house, but it would sound crazy to say that he wanted to see you again. Instead he hums. “I don’t think it’s just the house.”

“Well…” If you wanted to take that to heart, you feel like you could. It wouldn’t be difficult to give yourself that little bit of hope. But despite being easy, it would probably be very foolish. “I hope it helps you miss home a little less to sit on these cliffs, instead.”

“I think it does.” He takes the bite of the cookie and groans happily. “These are good.”

“Gingerbread is highly underrated,” you agree, and take a bite of your own after dipping it into your cup of cocoa. “I get why they’re seasonal but I wish I could find them so easily all year long.”

“Yes.” He agrees. “They would be good anytime.”

“What’s your favourite kind of cookie?” The question is innocuous enough, but you find yourself curious anyway. Curious to know about anything he feels like telling you.

He chuckles and lifts a shoulder innocently. “A good chocolate chip cookie is always a comfort.” He admits. “Sometimes the simple things are the best.” He twists his head and looks over to you. “What is yours?”

“Have you ever heard of a hermit cookie?” You ask, raising an eyebrow, and grinning in amusement when he looks confused. “It’s a soft, spice cookie. Like gingerbread. Sometimes with raisins and nuts in it. They’re a bit old fashioned, but wonderful with coffee.”

“They sound like I should try some.” He would try anything you recommend right now, a fact that should scare him but it doesn’t. “How old are the cookies?” He asks, thinking about his screenplay.

“They’re from the 1880s or 90s, I think?” It does not escape your amusement or notice that this is the same time that the house you work in was built. “I don’t know if they’ve ever been popular outside of New England, but we do love them there.”

He hums and takes note of that. Deciding he will research it. “Hermit cookies.” He repeats. “Are there recipes for this? Online?”

"Probably." His entire attention has now focused in on this just because you said it was your favorite cookie and that makes you smile in a way you can't quite explain.

“Then I will have to look it up.” He smiles as he takes another sip of his coffee. “I like researching things. It is very interesting. Like your marble mosaic tiles.”

"You researched the tiles?" It's the sort of thing that you would only think of you or your coworkers doing, but hearing that he has enjoyed his time in the house -- and possibly with you -- so much warms your heart.

“It was interesting to learn how they chose the marbles.” He nods. “I never imagined a trip to Europe to pick out building materials.”

"It's a heck of a reason for a vacation," you agree, laughing slightly at the opulence of it all.

“Yes. And trips would take months.” He chuckles.

"I can't even imagine." To take a vacation at all would be a miracle. But one that was months long? It sounds positively absurd to your ear.

“Do you think they ever got bored?” He asks curiously. “Or tired of being away from home?”

"I have to imagine that they did." It's a question you've thought on more than you want to admit, but the stories in your head are always about everyday things. Wondering what the mundane things were like. "If I had a home like this I can't imagine ever wanting to be away from it. But I suppose the right person can make anything worthwhile."

“Were they soulmates?” He asks softly, having avoided the personal backgrounds of the homeowners when taking the tour. He had tried to keep his own characters in mind.

“They were. And when they left the house to their daughter, she married her soulmate here. And then her daughter married her soulmate here, as well. The house has a history of lifelong loves.”

“That is nice.” His tone is wistful. “I don’t know if I will ever meet my soulmate.” Javi confides, normally keeping that information to himself but he blurts it out. “I worry about it sometimes.”

“I don’t know a single person who hasn’t worried about it at some point.” Even your sister, who said she didn’t mind not marrying her soulmate as long as the woman she found was a loving partner, had been thoroughly overjoyed when she had found her now wife on Mate Marks. Everyone thinks about it — worries about it — even if they don’t want to admit it. “I wouldn’t worry, if I were you.” You offer him a smile, knowing you’ve gone over your fifteen minutes for your break and not wanting to be caught flirting with a guest on company time. “Whoever you do find is going to be very lucky to have you.”

He smiles again. “Have you found yours?” He figures you probably have, you are beautiful and captivating.

"Not yet." Even though you'd rather not, you stand from the bench. "I don't know if I ever will. Only time will tell."

“I know you have to go back to work.” Javi leaps off the bench and shuffles, wishing he could ask you to stay. “Thank you for showing me this place.” He bites his lip. “Uh, can I walk you back?”

The warmth rushes back to your cheeks, and you practically squirm with delight. "Thank you. I'd like that."

He offers his arm again, taking your empty hot cocoa cup from you to hold with his own trash. “Imagine the parties they used to hold here.” He breathes out as the two of you turn back towards the house.

"We're setting up an exhibit with some of the gowns. It's meant to open in about six weeks." You light up with that fact, excited to see all the swishing gowns and glimmering jewels for yourself. "Descendents of the family donated a large collection of clothing, shoes, and jewelry to the museum this part year."

“Wow.” He chuckles, thinking about the parties he would throw when he was pretending to be an olive oil exporter. He’s much happier being a screen writer, even if he can’t afford those parties and bought friends anymore. “That was generous of them.”

"They say the most spectacular pieces are still privately owned by the family, but the things I've seen so far have been absolutely gorgeous." If you're a little dreamy-eyed at the prospect, he doesn't seem to mind.

“It sounds like you would have loved to live during that time.” He smiles, knowing that he will have to insist the movie be filmed here.

"I'm probably overly romanticizing it," you admit. But the tent is in view already and you hate the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that wonders if he'll ever come back again. "I hope—" Biting back what you really hope, you go for a polite encouragement instead, "That the things you've found in your research have given you plenty to think about. And maybe romanticized it for you, too."

“It has.” Even if you have no interest in him, you’ve given him a focal point for his movie. “Thank you. This is a magical place.”

"Then I hope you'll come back again." At least in that you can be honest. There is nothing you would like more than to see him again.

“Really?” He’s surprised by your comment. Unless you are just being polite.

"Really." You promise him, but at the edge of the refreshments tent, you have to let his arm go.

He’s disappointed by the loss of your fingers on his jacket. “Well. I hope the rest of your night is magical.” He offers, bowing slightly and smiling at you.

"I can all but guarantee it now." One more smile. One more lingering, dopey smile, and you know you have to tear yourself away. "Have a good night..." Oh no. Have you really gone and sat and flirted with this man for your whole break and not even learned his name?

He nods and turns away, sure that it would be rude to try to extend the conversation. He will just have to go home and write about this, working it into the plot of his movie somehow.

******

Monday, June 10, 2024

The email went out before opening time, when only your bosses were up in the offices and the docent core hadn’t gotten to work yet. You’d nearly crashed your car in excitement while CarPlay read the email out to you on the highway.

A movie. An actual Hollywood movie is coming to film at the museum!

The second you clocked in and sprinted to the break room to put your things away, you almost clobbered Moira with squealed, giddy glee.

“Did you hear?? Did you see Leslie’s email?!”

“Oh my god, yesssss.” She lights up and nods quickly. “It’s a movie by that guy who did the Nic Cage movie a couple of years ago.” She informs you. “The one that won an Oscar and restarted that man’s career?” After a long slump of bad movies, the older actor had exploded back on the scene, apparently full of new life and motivation for his trade.

“I can’t wait until we find out more!” Being able to hug your friend and squeal together is such a rush. The two of you have become joined-at-the-hip work friends to the point where the friendship has bled into everyday life. “A name, a plot, any of the stars?”

“Actors.” She sighs dreamily. “Imagine if your soulmate or mine, is an actor who comes to film?” She loves the glitz and glam of Hollywood and always secretly imagined being an actress herself, although she’s realistic enough to understand that it would be impossible to have happen.

“Maybe yours will be.” You laugh, hugging her again before you have to break away to pull your radio headset out of your bag. There is still work to do today, desire the excitement. “You’ll have to make sure you always wear your hair up so your tattoo is visible.” The little raven behind her ear would be a hell of a lot easier to show off than the tarot card on her though, anyway. Moira’s tattoos are gorgeous and just unique enough that you would bet there was no duplicate in the works besides her soulmate.

“Oh I’m planning on it.” She licks her lips and waggles her brows suggestively. “What about you? Yours aren’t so visible.” She knows how much you secretly want to meet your soulmate and be with them. It was a drunken girl’s night confession but she had never teased you over it.

“There’s no reason to go around showing everyone my marks.” You shrug a little and busy yourself with plugging into a walkie-talkie and adjusting your headset in your ear. “A lot of people have ankle scars, don’t they? And I can’t exactly show off my butterfly.” Exposing that much skin is definitely against dress code.

“Is it your scar or his?” You had never mentioned that, just that you had a scar.

“It’s theirs.” However your soulmate is, you’ve tried very hard not to make assumptions about them. The person you hope for might not be the person you get, and that wouldn’t be fair to them. “I was nine when it appeared, so my best guess has always been they fell out of a tree or play sports.”

“And the tattoo is yours?” She knows, she’s just chatting because it’s better than actually getting ready to work right now.

“Twenty-first birthday.” You nod, knowing that she knows but that Moira likes a slower start to her day than you usually do. “I did the opposite of most people. I got the tattoo and then went out to get drunk.”

“Which is a very valid and smart thing to do.” She praises. “That way you don’t bleed too much and it’s a nice way to numb the pain after.” Her own walkie comes out to begrudgingly clip to her waist. “But this movie, it has to be a period piece, right? No way a modern millionaire would live in a house like this.”

“It has to be. There’s no point in renting out a historical house museum for four entire months unless you’re going to use it all.” Not that you know too much about the filming process, but it just makes logical sense. “And besides, they’re here in spring and summer, which is usually our busy season. So I’m sure Leslie charged them a fortune. But HBO can afford it, I guess.”

“What if they let us be extras?” Her eyes widen at the sudden thought. “Oh god, we could wear our work!” She giggles happily at the thought.

“I assume there will have to be extras somehow.” Truthfully, you’d let your Hollywood dreams die out a long time ago. Moira’s were much more present. It would be amazing to see her to be able to fulfill them with even just a morsel like being an extra. “I guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”

“When it gets closer you will be just as excited as I am.” She predicts with a knowing grin.

“I’m plenty excited,” you promise, happily hugging her to your side as the two of you head out into the house together. “I just think you belong in front of a camera much more than I do.”

“You’ll change your mind.” She teases. “When you see what gorgeous actors and actresses they bring, you will be begging to flirt with them. On and off camera.”

“Maybe.” Her confidence is catching, and you laugh again at the thought of it. Hollywood has come knocking on your door and it’s already making work a hell of a lot more fun.

------ Master Tags: @pixiedurango @chattychell @winter-fox-queen @lady-himbo @artsymaddie @princess76179 @paintballkid711 @missminkylove @pedrosbrat @ew-erin @sarahjkl82-blog @sharkbait77 @justanotherblonde23 @lv7867 @recklesswit @mylittlesenaar @f0rever15elf @gallowsjoker @steeevienicks @athalien @sherala007 @skvatnavle @thatpinkshirt @jaime1110 @girlimjusttryingtoreadfanfics @goodgriefitsawildworld @greeneyedblondie44 @littlemousedroid @harriedandharassed @churchill356 @ajathegreats-blog @haylzcyon @beardsanddetectives @kirsteng42 @ladykatakuri @adancedivasmom @madiebear @tanzthompson @emilianamason @bigsdinger @xocalliexo @pedr0swh0r3 @avaleineandafryingpan @charlyrmv @avidreader73 @iceclaw101 @loveslide @elegantduckturtle @becsworld @julesonrecord @its-nebuleuse @itsrubberbisquit @mikeyswifie @guelyury @lizzie-cakes @for-a-longlongtime @vabeachazn @purplerain04 @weho2kcmo @madnessofadaydreamer

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal character fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Javi Gutierrez #Javi Gutierrez x you #Javi Gutierrez x reader #Javi Gutierrez x female reader #Javi Gutierrez x f!reader #Javi G #TUWOMT #the unbearable weight of massive talent #soulmate au

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javierpenaispunk · 1 month ago

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Here’s a list of some my favorite fics written by very talented people. It will be updated regularly with new fics but also with some older ones as I am trying to catch up with the ones I missed.

Some fics are tagged as mature so please do not read/interact with these works if you are under 18.

If you enjoyed any of these fics as much as I did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors ♡

• Joel Miller

• Javier Peña

• Frankie Morales

• Javi Gutierrez

• Din Djarin

• Marcus Pike

• Oberyn Martell

• Dieter Bravo

• Dave York

• Agent Whiskey

• Ezra

• Max Phillips

• Lucien de Leon

• General Acacius

(More characters coming soon)

#joel miller x reader #javier peña x reader #frankie morales x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #din djarin x reader #marcus pike x reader #oberyn martell x reader #dave york x reader #dieter bravo x reader #agent whiskey x reader #ezra x reader #max phillips x reader #lucien de leon x reader #general acacius x reader #fic recs #fic recs masterlist

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missyorkswhore · 7 months ago

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‘i’ll have her home “your daughter

by eight” calls me daddy too”

#pedro pascal #pedrohub #joel miller #dbf joel miller #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #pedropascaledit #pascalispunk #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro x reader

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mickandmusings · 4 months ago

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mickandmusings masterlist

requests are open for all characters!

last updated: 01 - 12 - 25

| marvel |

+ bucky barnes

+ loki laufeyson

+ natasha romanoff

+ wade wilson

+ logan howlett

| star wars |

+ din djarin

+ bo-katan kryze

+ poe dameron

+ obi-wan kenobi

| bridgerton |

+ anthony bridgerton

+ benedict bridgerton

+ colin bridgerton

| top gun maverick |

+ jake 'hangman' seresin

+ robert 'bob' floyd

+ natasha 'phoenix' trace

| supernatural |

+ dean winchester

+ sam winchester

+ castiel

| pedro universe characters |

+ joel miller

+ javier pena

+ javi gutierrez

+ marcus acacius

| misc. |

+ tyler owens

+ indiana jones

+ carmy berzatto

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burntheedges · 9 months ago

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Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist

Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! 🥺🥰 We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! 🧡 Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.

I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!

Last updated: 3/29/25 | Fic count: 57!

Dave York

Audience of One by @katareyoudrilling | 3k | Dave x f!reader Trope: famous person AU

Can You Remember Who You Were? by @punkshort | 9.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Danger Zone by @almostempty | 6k | Dave x Lana Kane (you) x Sterling Archer (crossover with Archer (TV)) Trope: snowed in

Down Bad by @schnarfer | 6.1k | Dave x f!reader | part 2 Trope: only one bed (and bonus, it's a coffee shop AU!)

It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk | 7k | Dieter x f!actress!reader Trope: fake dating

Sunshine & Rainbows by @jeewrites | 10.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: amnesia

Dieter Bravo

Broken Hearts Mended by @bitchesuntitled | 6.1k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: time travel

Just like the Picture by @nerdieforpedro | 936 | Dieter x gn!reader Trope: landlord

late night. by @trulybetty | 6.3k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Teleportation and Blue Whiskey (part 1) by @davnittbraes | 1.5k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

this protector by @perotovar | 3.1k | Dieter x Din Trope: only one bed

Din Djarin

Familiar yet Foreign by @whxtedreams | 3.7k | Din x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

New Home (Part 1) by @weirdoneattheparty | 2.1k | Din x f!reader Trope: friends to lovers

something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads | 3.2k | Din x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

The Long Way Round by @din-cognito | 3.17k | Din x gn!reader Trope: road trip

Dio Morrissey

Crimes Against Each Other by @crowandmousewritingco | 2.9k | Dio x trans!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Ezra (Prospect)

To Leave the Green by @cas-readsandwrites | 2k | Ezra & Cee, gen Trope: time loop

Frankie Morales

a kiss, my panacea by @skittlesfics | 917 | Frankie x gn!reader Trope: sickfic

Better Love by @docharleythegeekqueen | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: snowed in

Dreamers (part 1) by @beefrobeefcal | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: soulmates | now with Part 2!

Forever starts tonight by @sawymredfox | 3.6k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: pining

GOING DOWN by @aurorawritestoescape | 3.4k | Frankie x f!reader and Joel x f!reader Trope: exes

I Like You A Latte by @inept-the-magnificent | 752 | Frankie x f!reader Trope: coffee shop AU

I'm Yours by @ashleyfilm | 3.2k | Frankie x reader Trope: secret relationship

To Feel Your Body Against Mine by @flightlessangelwings | 4.5k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

Jack Daniels

i'd give anything for more time by @penvisions | 2k | Jack x f!reader trope: time loop

If I should die before you do by @maggiemayhemnj | 1.7k | Jack x f!reader trope: soulmates

Life's a Dance by @wordywarriorwrites | 2k | Jack x reader Trope: didn't know they were dating

Lucid Dreams by @fhatbhabiee | 3.2k | Jack x reader Trope: friends to lovers

Javi Gutierrez

Things You Knew by @eff4freddie | 8k | Javi G x reader Trope: soulmates

To Make a Day for You by @yopossum | 3k? | Javi G x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

Javier Peña

3 sides of a man by @milla-frenchy | 3.3k | Javi x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

between two floors by @glowingxeyes | 1k | Javi x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator | there’s a part 2 and 3!

GOING DOWN by @almostfoxglove | 3.3k | Javi P x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

good guys, bad deeds by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer | 3.9k | Javi x f!reader Trope: only one bed

Joel Miller

Birds of a Feather by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 5.3k | Joel x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Besties by @butterphii | >1k | Joel x f!reader

drive by @kedsandtubesocks | 2k | Joel x f!reader Trope: road trip

For Better or Worse by @captainredspade | Joel x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC!Tara Trope: amnesia

Galway Girl by @yxtkiwiyxt | 7k | Joel x f!reader | part 2!! Trope: soulmates

If You're Reading This by @crowandmousewritingco | 4.5k | Joel x nb!reader Trope: epistolary

It Had To Be You by @jobean12-blog | 4.8k | Joel x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Wish by @hotgirlbedtimescenarios | 1.7k Trope: time travel

Marcus Acacius

Searching for the stars by @the-mandawhor1an | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: time travel

Marcus Moreno

Through Every Lifetime by @joelalorian | 4.5k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Marcus Pike

Pike's Place by @pedges-world | Marcus x reader Trope: snowed in | series!!

Max Phillips

A Little Broken by @clawdeewritesfanfic | 3.2k | Max x f!reader Trope: pining

Time After Time by @grogusmum | drabble | Max x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Nathan Landry

consensus ad idem by @sunshinehaze1 | 4.9k | Nathan x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Oberyn Martell

sweet and sour by @iamasaddie | 5.5k | Oberyn x f!reader Trope: fake relationship

The Correspondence of the Contagious by @crowandmousewritingco | 1.4k | Oberyn x gn!reader x Ellaria Trope: epistolary

Pero Tovar

Memories made, memories lost by @avastrasposts | 7.9k | Pero x f!reader Trope: amnesia

nothing is sure by @tinytinymenace | 2.5k | Pero x OFC Trope: didn't know they were dating

Tim Rockford

|Bump in the Night| by @dc418writes | Tim x black!reader Trope: friends to lovers

Keep Quiet by @auteurdelabre | Tim x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

When Only Memories Remain by @artsy-girl-76 | 3.4k | Tim x f!reader Trope: "shop" AU

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absurdthirst · 7 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: October 13th

Day 13: Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy kink, body worship, breeding kink, vaginal sex, dirty talk

|| Kinktober List || MasterList ||

He had never thought he would be here. Had hoped for it, but had always felt that it was an unachievable goal, even with all the money and ‘power’ he once had.

Javi Gutierrez had to give up the riches, the homes and the collectables but he had found himself. Found success in screenwriting, found love, found the life he had always dreamed about.

The pregnancy kink had been a surprise, but it was good that you did not seem to mind him losing his mind over your body as it changes with his baby growing inside.

Waking up aching for you, his cock is already hard, pressed against your hip. Curled into your body because you are sleeping better on your back these days with the growing swell of your stomach preventing you from moving too much at night.

You are gorgeous and there are times when he has to jerk off to keep from hounding you too much for sex. He knows that your libido isn’t as high as his is right now and he doesn’t want to bother you.

Everything about you is sexy. From the way your hair and nails seem to thrive, to the way your breasts have started to get bigger, you are his ultimate fantasy.

Secretly, he even loves when the baby kicks him. His hands slide over your stomach while he worships you and when the baby is active, he feels slightly guilty about the idea that he is horny while he should just be in awe of the life you are creating together. That is something he won’t ever say out loud.

You don’t ever tell him that he can’t touch you, which is a good thing because he wants to touch you all the time. From rubbing your belly or caressing your breasts, he is obsessed with having his hands on you. Even if it is just a small little stroke of your skin before he has to pull away.

Fatherhood had once frightened him. He had imagined all the ways that he would fail, you and the baby, that he could morph into his father or even worse - his cousin. That he would ruin this baby’s life and yours as a result of his own shortcomings.

You have changed that for him. You have shown him that he will be an excellent father, your faith in him allowing him to enjoy this even more. Adoring every single change that this pregnancy has brought to your body and your relationship. His phone is filled with pictures from nearly everyday from the first day you found out you were pregnant to last night.

He has attended every doctor’s appointment and asked questions, read books and tried to plan as best he can for what is to come. He had been obsessed with movies but now that was replaced with pregnancy.

He wants more of this, more of you pregnant. If it were safe, he would want to keep you this way. Just full of his babies, happy and healthy. He’s already made some comments about having another, keeping the siblings that you have already planned close in age.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, affectionate as he whispers in your ear. Hands gentle as they slide over your rounded curves and admire that hardness of your belly. The swell of it as it houses your child.

“Hmmm.” Your sleep smile breaks across your face as you open your eyes. “I love you too.” You murmur softly. “You’re horny.” You observe, making him hum in embarrassment, even as he rocks his hips against you.

“Always, for you.” He admits, being completely honest about that fact. “Can I have you this morning?”

He will always ask, it’s just who he is. Respect and care are woven into the very fabric of his being and it shows. It doesn’t stop you from turning towards him for a kiss, or shifting so he can pull closer to you despite your belly.

“You want to fuck your pregnant wife?” You’ve noticed, it’s hard not to when Javi has suddenly become super sexual. You had a robust sex life before, but this has been on top of your normal lovemaking.

Javi groans, cock twitching. “Yesssss.” He pants, caressing your stomach again. “I want to fuck my pregnant wife.” You grin, shifting to sit up so you can pull the thin nightgown over your head. “I want to stay on my back.”

That’s the position Javi loves the most. He can see you. Watch your tits bounce and your stomach between the two of you while he carefully rocks into you. He can also make sure that you can cum too. He loves to watch you cum, rubbing your clit while his cock is stuffed into your body.

He is so gentle as he moves over you, the proud smile on his face reflecting that broadly. Spreading your thighs and his fingers slide between your folds to make sure that you are wet. You always are for him, something about you that he adores.

The moment he sinks into you is magical. His groan loud and full of lust as he inches inside you. Watching as he sinks into your pussy and feels your walls clench down around him.

“God, I love you baby, you are so perfect.” He moans softly, watching your face, your stomach, his cock. All of it perfect and making him throb inside you. HIs fingers find your clit, rubbing soft circles.

He makes you feel beautiful, he worships you. He is good and he loves your changing body, doesn’t mind the weight, the stretch marks, he loves it all. He loves everything about being a father-to-be, about your pregnancy.

“Fuck me, Javi.” You beg, watching him and enjoying the way that he looks over you. “After we have this baby, I want you to put another one in me.” You tell him breathlessly, making him groan and twitch inside you.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum, talking like that.” Javi huffs, chest heaving as he looks down at you. He has discovered he has loved seeing you pregnant, and apparently you like being pregnant.

“Good.” You smirk and clench down around him, watching his breath catch and his face contorted in pleasure. “Cum for me, and we can do this all over again after you feed me breakfast.”

“Anything you want.” He promises, rubbing your clit just a little harder. “But you will cum for me first. I have to take care of my girl.”

You know he will, he’s so good to you. Getting you pregnant and falling in love with you being that way. Javi will be a perfect dad and you will get to enjoy this over and over again, as many times as you want to have kids.

#pedro pascal #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #absurdthirst kinktober #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi gutierrez smut #javi gutierrez fanfiction #javi gutierrez imagine

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whoredyceps · 4 months ago

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"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Series

a/n: Hi! I always see such amazing writing challenges by fic authors, and I wanted to take a crack at it! Really, I want to write 28 days worth of Valentine's Day-esque content. Feel free to join in you'd like! ♡

you can find the masterlist here!

a mix of quotes and prompts! ambiguous for the sake of sweet spicy, and even angsty if you're feeling it.

ㅤ♡ day one: a secret admirer

ㅤ♡ day two: "it's okay, i couldn't sleep anyways."

ㅤ♡ day three: the morning after

ㅤ♡ day four: a blind date

ㅤ♡ day five: a bouquet of flowers

ㅤ♡ day six: "i can't stand you."

ㅤ♡ day seven: "just stay near me. please."

ㅤ♡ day eight: fuzzy pink handcuffs

ㅤ♡ day nine: leather and lace

ㅤ♡ day ten: love at first sight

ㅤ♡ day eleven: good night

ㅤ♡ day twelve: "for you, i would."

ㅤ♡ day thirteen: "you're so full of shit."

ㅤ♡ day fourteen: "i love you."

ㅤ♡ day fifteen: old wounds

ㅤ♡ day sixteen: puppy love

ㅤ♡ day seventeen: and they were roommates!

ㅤ♡ day eighteen: a forgotten date

ㅤ♡ day nineteen: anniversary

ㅤ♡ day twenty: "stop distracting me."

ㅤ♡ day twenty one: love letters

ㅤ♡ day twenty two: "are you sure you want to do this?"

ㅤ♡ day twenty three: honeymooners

ㅤ♡ day twenty four: "i missed you."

ㅤ♡ day twenty five: in the middle of the night

ㅤ♡ day twenty six: possessive

ㅤ♡ day twenty seven: "i'm too sober for this."

ㅤ♡ day twenty eight: "we could get caught-!"

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 8 months ago

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dreaming

Summary: You thought your life ended, when you had to move the only home you ever known to marry a man you had never met before. But what if this was just the beginning?

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x fem. reader

Wordcount: 5.3k

Rating: T

Warnings: arranged marriage AU, mob politics, some angst, some smut, a panic attack, working in the shadowwwwws, some threats, Javi being a total sweetheart, fifteen year age gap, some kissing, one make out session, future talks, time jumps

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One of the few things you would miss when you would leave this island was the view.

Growing up on the island of Madeira and only leaving it for a handful of times, this view was like an old friend. Well… your only friend really.

You were the youngest and only daughter of Gilberto Flores, the head of the Flores clan. You were sheltered all your life, had everything you could ever dream of. Yet all you wanted was to have a family or real friends.

You grew up with different nannies, only seeing your father for an occasional dinner once or twice a week. You did not know your mother. Your brothers were all older than you and did not spend time with their little sister.

On your thirteenth birthday you learned that your father had arranged a marriage to the head of the Gutierrez clan once you were of age.

You felt trapped. Unhappy and lonely.

More than once you thought about fleeing, but where would you go?

There was no way to get off the island by yourself and you did not trust anyone enough to ask for help.

So you stayed.

You learned four languages, learned to dance.

Your father made you learn everything about the Gutierrez clan including your future husband Javier.

His reputation precedes him.

To the outside he was the owner of an olive farm on Mallorca. He was friends with politicians and even royalty, giving money to charities all across Europe.

But you knew that was only what he wanted people to know.

You learned that he was ruthless and cruel, that he did not shy away from killing to get what he wanted. The crimes went from blackmailing local politicians so he could continue with his drug business, to taking children hostage to get their parents to do what he wanted.

And if they didn’t….

You shouldn’t be surprised, your father was the same.

Sighing you stood outside of your balcony, watching the sun set for the last time. Your bags were packed, the wedding dress already waiting for you in your new home.

Tomorrow you would leave this place and probably never be back.

And even though part of you was relieved to finally see something of the world, the bigger part was scared of what was to come.

Your dream of falling in love and getting a happily ever after would stay just that. A dream.

In two days you would be married to a man twenty years older than you, that you had never met before.

You hadn’t even been kissed.

A tear slipped down your cheek and you closed your eyes, breathing in deeply.

Javi was staring at himself in the mirror as the tailor put the finishing touches to his suit.

His wedding suit.

Had it really been a month since his cousin informed him that he would get married to the youngest daughter of Gilberto Flores?

A girl who had just turned twenty one?

Getting married to a man fifteen years older than herself?

Closing his eyes he sighed quietly.

Yet another time he wished that he could just walk away from all of this. But he knew that Lucas had made it seem to everyone on the outside like he was the mastermind of the Gutierrez clan. He knew that if he would even attempt to get out of the family, the buisness, every law enforcement on the planet would put him behind bars.

He would be safe from his abusive cousin there though.

“We’re almost finished, Mr. Gutierrez,” the tailor said and Javi opened his eyes, giving the man a short nod.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

He wondered about you.

Of course he had tried to find out something about you ever since he learned that the two of you would be married, but he had found close to nothing.

He knew that you had just turned twenty one, and that you were the youngest of the Flores children. You were most likely forced into this marriage much like he was.

Fucking mob politics.

If anyone thought Javi would as much as touch a hair on your head they were wrong.

He felt the tailor pull of his cream coloured jacket.

“You can take the pants off. I will have them ready for you by your wedding day,” the man said with a small smile.

“Thank you,” Javi said and took the pants off.

When he was alone he filled a glass with scotch and walked outside, watching the sun set.

You would arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow was the wedding.

This was not how he imagined getting married. He believed in true love. Once he thought it might be Gabriela who was his one. But she met another man and left him behind, much like everyone he ever cared about in his life.

Even though his house was never empty, Javi was lonely, he always had been. It was why he became so interested in movies and their own magic. When he watched a movie he forgot about his life. He could get lost in the story of a good (or sometimes bad) movie and pretend he was just a normal guy.

And that was just what he did that night. He made himself some popcorn and sat down in his private cinema.

And he cried his eyes out watching Toy Story 3.

Somehow you always thought he would look meaner. The man you were supposed to marry.

You had arrived earlier that day, being sent off to your new rooms immediately without a big hello. It was an hour before dinner when a maid arrived, informing you to ready yourself for dinner.

Which is where you were now, sitting next to the man who had introduced himself as Javier Gutierrez, Javi, as he told you you could call him.

He had a nice face. Handsome. His smile was hesitant, his eyes soft his hands warm as he introduced himself to you.

His open, soft expression completely changed when the rest of the dinner party arrived, the dinner party you had no idea was happening in the first place.

You carefully looked around after the main course had been served, the only people you knew being your father and his current mistress at the table. You didn’t even know what her name was. She gave you a sad smile when she found you looking at her.

She didn’t look much older than you were and you felt yourself disgusted for the family you had been born in.

„Gentlemen,“ Javier, Javi said next to you and you stiffened.

„If you’ll excuse me. I would like to get to know my… future bride a little better. The kitchen prepared desert for us to be served in my room,“ he said.

You bit into your tongue, your body stiffening when you heard the hollers from the table. You took a deep breath before you looked up at Javier who was holding his hand out for you to take.

You knew you didn’t have a choice. Not anymore.

So you put a fake smile on your face and took his hand, letting him help you up from your chair.

Whistles, catcalls and laughter were accompanying you until the door of the dining room closed behind you. Javi dropped your hand from his, releasing a deep breath.

He looked at you first, before he looked around as if he was searching for something.

Slowly he stepped closer and your eyes got big as his head leaned down, his lips close to your ear.

„There are eyes and ears everywhere. It’s why I asked for dessert to be served outside for us to speak without eyes or ears on us. However you can leave and go back to your room without any consequences if you don’t want to,“ he whispered. He parted from you looking at you with an honest expression.

You would marry the man in two days.

And nothing of this day had been like you imagined it.

So you gave him a small nod, seeing his eyes light up before he held his hand out for you again.

The view from Javi’s room was breathtaking.

You could see the whole garden of the estate with the ocean behind it, crashing against the shore.

The sun was setting, diving everything into a soft orange light as he showed you around, before he pulled the chair out for you on the left corner for his balcony where some chocolate cake had been served.

„I tried finding out your favourite desert so I could surprise you, but nobody could help me. So I went with chocolate in the hope you’d like it as much as I do,“ he explained, his expression sheepish, as he sat down across from you.

He had pulled his tie off immediately as the doors to his rooms closed behind you, opening up the first three buttons of his dress shirt. He threw his dress jacket on the floor, releasing a deep breath, before he found you watching him.

There was a shy smile on his lips as he told you how much he hated getting dressed up for events like this.

You were quiet, watching him and still feeling out of place. But there was something about Javi that put you at ease.

„I know you probably want to be even less than I am,“ Javi said after a moment when you had sat down.

The surprise must have shown on your face as he smiled softly.

„I found out a month ago that I am supposed to be marrying you,“ he said.

„I’ve known since I was thirteen,“ you finally spoke and his eyes closed as he sighed and shook his head.

„I am so sorry,“ he whispered, staring out at the ocean before he picked up the little fork and picked at his chocolate cake. When he had eaten some of the cake you picked up the fork too, digging in.

You hummed when you tasted the rich flavour of the chocolate and Javi looked at you with a small smile.

„You’re different than I thought,“ you said after you had both finished eating in silence.

„How so?“ He asked.

„I was taught that you were the ruthless leader of your house. I grew up listening to all the horror stories about you and your family. But you seem….“

You were looking for the right word.

„Softer,“ you finished your sentence and Javi laughed, sadly.

„Unfortunately I think all the stories you heard about my family are true,“ he began and your face fell, fear creeping back in.

„Once my father died I was meant to take over, and I did, at least to the outside world. All the things you learned about me are true. But it was not me who did them, it was my cousin,“ he said, his voice quieter now. There was a knock on the door, making you jump but Javi only reached over the table, squeezing your hand.

„It’s only Carla, the housekeeper. She’s going to get the dishes and brings some wine,“ he said before he got up and walked back inside.

You were startled again when the housekeeper, an older lady with a kind face picked up your dishes, speaking to Javi in Spanish on her way out. You tuned their voices out, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, listening to only the waves from the ocean.

You were beyond confused about the things that had happened since you got here.

But to your surprise you weren’t as terrified as you were only a day ago.

Because Javi was so far from the man you had grown up to fear would become your husband. You only met him today, but you there was something about him that made you feel like you could trust him.

He made you feel safe.

You startled when Javi sat back across from you, pushing a glass of red wine towards you. You raised your eyebrows in question.

„It is the best red from my own vineyard,“ he said and you nodded, picking up the glass.

You hated wine.

But you saw his hopeful expression as he watched you bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip.

You tried very hard not to let your face show just how exactly you like the wine but you saw Javi’s face fall anyway.

„You don’t like it?“ He asked.

Slowly you shook your head.

„Not a big fan of wine,“ you admitted and his shoulders fell, before he looked with a warm expression at you.

„What do you like? If we have to get married, I want to know you as best as I can. We might not be lovers, but I'd like to become friends,“ he said.

„Do you think there is a way out?“ You asked. He sighed, drinking some wine.

„If there would be one right now, without either of us ending up dead, I would have found one,“ he said with a sad smile.

You nodded, looking down at your hands.

„I did like the chocolate cake,“ you said after a while with a small smile.

„Yes?“ He said as you looked up. You nodded.

„But my favourite is Lemon meringue,“ you smiled at him and he chuckled.

„Tell me more,“ he leaned closer.

And you did.

You were pretty sure you were having a panic attack.

You stared at yourself in the big mirror in front of you. Dressed in white, not a hair out of place. You did not like the dress, but it did not matter.

All that mattered was that it looked good on you, and that it would look good on pictures.

You would be married in the next hour.

To a man you just so had gotten to know.

„Oh god,“ your hand flew to your chest, the fabric to tight.

You couldn’t breathe.

There was a knock on the door and you turned around with wide eyes, still feeling like you were choking. The door opened and Javi walked in, his face falling as he saw you, closing the door behind him as he closed the distance between you.

His eyes flew over you as you tried, but could’t bring your lungs to fill with air and you jumped when you felt him grab one of your hands.

„Breathe with me,“ he said, but you just shook your head, black spots appearing in the corners of your vision.

„I can’t,“ you gasped out but he shook his head. He brought your hand towards his chest.

„Feel it. Breathe with me,“ he said again and you looked up at him with wide eyes. You noticed yesterday that one of his eyes was lighter than the other. Still a rich brown, but… warmer.

With your eyes on him you focused on the way he was breathing.

In and out.

And in and out.

Your heart slowly slowing down, air finally filling your lungs.

He just stayed there with you until you calmed down. You heard the wedding planner outside reminding you that it was only fifteen minutes until the ceremony and tears filled your eyes.

You would get married.

You would become a wife.

You would get your first kiss in front of people you had never met before….

„You need to kiss me,“ you said, before you could stop yourself. He frowned at you, his hands still holding yours against his chest as he looked at you.

„I have no control about anything at the moment. I do not want my first kiss to be in front of all these people. I… Javi please,“ you were about to beg.

You had stayed up all night talking to Javi.

While you still had doubts about if he was telling you the truth at the beginning, they were gone once he began to talk about his love for movies. His eyes sparkled as he told you about his favourite movies, and how his biggest dream was to be a writer.

He also told you more about his family.

About how his father died and even on his deathbed told him what a disappointment Javier had been for him and the family business.

He wanted to leave once his father died, but Lucas would not let him, threatening to kill his then PA and secret love Gabriella. So he stayed. Even when Gabriella left, because he did not know where to go.

You told him about yourself too, but what was there to tell?

You hadn’t seen anything of the world, you had nothing to tell, yet he gave you his full attention with everything you said.

If you were pressured to marry someone, you were glad it was him.

„I need you to kiss me now, here, Javi,“ you said again and he took a deep breath.

He let go of your hand just to bring one of his hands up, resting it on your cheek as he took a step closer.

His eyes closed for a moment as his head tilted down. He took a deep breath as he opened them and it was like everything around you disappeared.

„I’m sorry it has to be like this,“ he whispered as he leaned in.

You licked your lips.

„I’m not,“ you whispered before his lips brushed against yours.

Your eyes slipped close as you allowed yourself to get lost in this kiss. Your very first kiss.

It started soft, Javi clearly not wanting to spook you even more than you were. It was when he felt one of your hands on his shoulders that he allowed himself to deepen the kiss, slowly moving his lips against yours, your hand wandering up to his neck, your fingers playing with the hair in his neck, making him shiver.

Before it could get any further he parted from your lips watching you linger for a moment before you eyes opened to look at him. He smiled softly at you, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

„I know this is not what we wanted, but we only have to get through the rest of this day before we can leave,“ he said.

„Leave where?“ You asked.

He kissed your nose.

„Do you trust me?“ He asked.

And you know you shouldn’t, but you had no one else in your corner.

„I do,“ you nodded.

„Then meet me at the fountain after the reception,“ he said, before he took a step back, giving you one last look, before he walked out of the room.

You were surprisingly relaxed once the big I do’s had been said. You didn’t feel different as a married woman. The whole situation was so surreal to you, you’d probably need weeks if not months to get used to it.

Your state of relaxation could also have to do with the amount of champagne you had already drank, your father already having scolded you twice.

You had to admit that when Javi told him off, you did find the way your father seemed to shrink away from him pretty sexy.

You had just gotten back to your seat when you felt Javi sit down next to you. You were pretty lost without him here, but every time he wanted to come to you, someone had pulled him away.

Smiling you looked at him, your eyes widening when you saw what he had put down in front of you.

„Is that…“

„Lemon Meringue pie, yes. I had the menu changed his morning. You should have something you liked at this wedding, even if it is not what you dreamed of,“ he said, and you felt yourself tear up.

„I never really dreamed of my wedding, or anything really, because I knew I would not get to decide anything,“ you whispered. Javi leaned closer towards you, his hand finding yours.

„Then I want you to start dreaming now,“ he said and before you could stop yourself you had leaned in and kissed him softly, catching him by surprise.

„Thank you Javi,“ you whispered just for him to hear before you turned towards the pie and began to eat it.

You would have forgotten to meet Javi at the fountain if it wasn’t for Javi pulling you away with him.

By now you were beyond tipsy and probably ready for bed.

„I have a surprise,“ he whispered as you walked with him towards the fountain. You had one of your arms wrapped behind his back and he had one wrapped behind you. You were stumbling, so it was him holding you up really.

„You do?“ You asked, he nodded.

Walking around the fountain you could see something behind it the further you walked.

„A helicopter?“ You asked, confused.

„I have a private island in the Maldives. The helicopter would take us to the airport. Your bags have already been packed,“ he said.

You blinked up at him.

„We can just go?“ You asked. He nodded.

„If you do not feel comfortable being alone with me, that is okay. We do not have to leave. Though I think four weeks of what people will see as our honey moon while we get to know each other alone without the prying eyes of the cartel would be better,“ he said, waiting for your answer. Hoping you would say yes to his plan.

You gulped, suddenly wishing you wouldn’t have drank so much.

You surprised Javi yet again, when you jumped into his arms, hugging him closely.

„This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,“ you mumbled against his neck.

„Then let’s go princesa,“ he whispered.

Waking up with your first hangover ever after you got married, you were confused where you were for a second, your eyes blinking open.

How did you get here?

And where exactly was here?

Sitting yourself up you groaned, your hand flying over your eyes.

Of course you would choose the night of your arranged wedding for your first drunk escapade. You jumped when the door opposite the bed you were laying in opened and Javi’s head took a peek inside the room.

„Oh, you’re awake,“ he said with a warm smile.

You nodded with a groan.

„There is a bottle of water and some painkillers next to you on the table,“ he said and you opened one eye, seeing him grin at you.

„I hope I did not embarrass you,“ you mumbled and he opened the door to walk in. He was dressed in some sweatpants and a shirt, sitting down on the other end of the bed.

„You didn’t,“ he assured you with a glint in his eye, that did not make you believe him. Instead of questioning him, you reached over to grab the bottle of water and the painkiller, chewing them down.

„Where are we?“ You asked once you had drank half of the bottle.

„On a plane. To the Maldives. Though I should have waited to ask you again when you were sober. If you want us to turn around…“

„Oh no. No. I’m quite happy to get away from everything,“ you said and he released a breath.

„Good. Uhm…. There are some clothes in the dresser for you. You…. Did not want to put them on last night,“ he looked away from you. Was he blushing?

„What do you mean I did not want to….“ You carefully lined your blanket, eyes widening when you found that you were only wearing some panties. Alarmed you pulled the blanked under your chin.

„Thank you,“ you squealed out, now pulling the blanked over your head, mortified.

You felt his hand on your ankle, squeezing it through the blanket.

„Breakfast is served if you like to come out,“ he said before you felt the bed dip, a door closing moments later.

You pushed the blanket away from your face, grabbing a pillow to put if over your face and screamed into it.

You swear you could hear a laugh from the next room.

Sighing you pushed the pillow away, sitting yourself up. You would love nothing more than to hide forever in this bed.

But Javi had done something sweet for you. Deep down you were a little scared of having to spend time alone in a place that was not your home right after the wedding.

Getting to spend time alone with Javi somewhere you were alone though?

That sounded like a dream.

And you did remember that he told you to start dreaming.

So that’s what you would do.

Once a day, for more or less thirty minutes Javi had to take a call and excused himself to the office of the villa, leaving you to read your book in peace.

You wanted to ask what these calls were about, but by now you knew Javi well enough that he would tell you if he could.

You wouldn’t even be mad if Javi’s intention for bringing you here, to this little paradise, was to make you fall in love with him.

Not that you knew anything about love.

But your heart beat a little faster when Javi looked at you, or when he took your hand, or kissed you goodnight, before you both went to your own beds in your own rooms.

He cooked for you, he put sunscreen on your back when you relaxed on the beach.

He asked you a billion questions about yourself to get to know you.

And he made you watch every single one of his favourite movies with him.

If you could stay here with him like that forever, you wouldn’t complain.

It was by week two that you searched him out more, touches lingering. You kissed him some times, the kiss never lasting longer than a moment.

You wanted more, but at the same time you weren’t sure you were allowed to want it.

To want him.

But then he smiled at you, or remembered how you took your tea. Every time you felt the scared voice in the back of your head tell you to be cautious you reminded yourself of Javi telling you that you were allowed to dream now.

So around three weeks after you got here, as you finished watching the third lord of the rings movie you kissed him. And as he tried to pull away you chased his lips, your hand coming to brush through his hair, keeping you close.

He still pulled away, his eyes on yours, guarded, looking at you.

„I want you, Javi,“ you whispered and he gulped.

„Are you sure?“ He asked. You had talked about it. He knew you had never been with anyone before.

You nodded.

„I’m not sure if I want to go all the way now but… I want more, Javi,“ you said and he smiled softly at you, his nose brushing against yours.

„I did not think it would be like this,“ he said, letting his forehead fall against yours.

„How?“

„Easy. I did not think it would be so easy to fall in love with you,“ he whispered before he kissed you. You smiled against his lip, slowly sitting yourself up. Nervously you broke the kiss, looking down at Javi as you carefully settled in his lap. He looked at you in awe and you grabbed his hand, putting them on your hips, before you leaned down to kiss him.

You crossed your arms behind his neck and he groaned as you deepened the kiss. You felt him part his lips and you did the same, letting him take lead, because you had no idea what to do. You shivered when he squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer. His tongue dipped into your mouth and you moaned softly. You moved your hips on top of him, gasping when you felt him roll his hips too.

Out of breath you parted from his lips while his wandered down your throat.

„Javi,“ you gasped, your fingers scratching over his scalp.

He stopped kissing you, his lips lingering against your skin.

„Before we get any further I have to tell you something,“ he whispered. He pushed you a little away so he could look at you. Smiling at you, one of his hands came up to rest against your cheek.

„When I found out that I had to marry you I never thought I would actually fall in love with you,“ he said and you leaned into his touch.

„And because of my feelings for you I have to tell you that you have a choice here,“ he said and you frowned.

„What do you mean?“ You asked, confused.

He took a deep breath before he spoke again.

„I started working with the CIA a year ago to help them get the Guttierez cartel. And as of this morning, there is no cartel anymore,“ he said and you blinked at him, processing what he just told you.

„Your family was caught in the crossfire. Your father and all your brother have been taken in custody together with my family,“ he said and you nodded slowly, still processing.

„So that means, you are free,“ he smiled at you.

„What does that mean?“ You asked.

„It means, you get to make your own choices,“ he took a deep breath, „It means that you don’t have to stayed married to me if you don’t want,“ he said quietly.

„You’re very young, my love. If you want to get out and make your own experiences, no one is stopping you. You could study, you could travel, you could buy your own island and live there forever…“ he grinned.

„Can’t I do all of that with you by my side?“ You asked.

„If you want to. All I want to say is, you are not obligated to stay married to me. Because there will be no consequences if you chose to not want to anymore. Only what you want matters,“ he said.

You were still processing.

„I am saying that if you want to get married, you should do it, because you are in love with the person, and not because you were pressured to do so,“ he said.

„But what if I am in love with you?“ You asked. The smile he gave you was almost blinding.

„Then I will be with you every single step of the way as long as you let me, my love,“ he said.

„Okay,“ you smiled softly at him.

„Okay?“ He asked, you nodded.

„I want to stay longer here, if we can,“ you said and he nodded.

„Done,“ he grinned.

„And I want you to take me to your bed,“ you sucked your bottom lip in.

„Now?“ He raised one of his eyebrows.

You nodded.

„Now,“ you whispered.

Two years later

„We are gonna be late, Javi,“ you giggled, your hands on the sides of his face as he kissed all over your face.

„Can’t be late to our own wedding,“ he shrugged and you giggled again.

„Javviiiiiii!“ You laughed, when he began to tickle your sides.

„Okay Okay Okay,“ he sighed in mock surrender, pushing himself up from the bed, before he held his hand out to help you up.

„Ready to marry me again?“ He asked as you walked out of the room and directly on the beach that would lead down to the ocean where a minister would be waiting for you.

„Ready to actually mean it this time,“ you winked, squealing when he pulled you against his chest, kissing you hard.

„Love you,“ he mumbled against your lips.

„Love you too,“ you mumbled back, letting him lead you down to the ocean.

Ready for a fresh start in a new country with a new job, but with the men you against all odds fell in love with.

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