#Javi Gutiérrez headcanon

[flightlessangelwings]

Feels Good To Be Alone With You

Javi Gutierrez x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count- 2.7k

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), oral (both receiving), face sitting, fingering, pegging, praise kink, cum eating, established relationship, feelings, soft romantic sex, no plot really, switching dynamics but more of a subby Javi, hinted reader is more thicker but can be read any way

Notes- I have wanted to write this since before the movie was released but I never had more than just vibes until recently. And I always seem to write tender, romantic sex with Javi G lol! But he deserves it! And I’m so happy with how this turned out! Enjoy! Also pspspsps @mikeisthricedeceased 😘

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“Come here mi angel,” Javi purred as his hands caressed your hips. The bright smile on his face melted you into a puddle as you straddled his waist. 

“A-Are you sure, Javi?” your voice was just a whisper.

The fire burned behind his dark brown eyes and the certainty was plain in his face and in his tone, “I am, corazon,” Javi gave your hips a gentle squeeze, “Now, come sit on my face and let me taste you,” he groaned your name as he nudged you forward up his body.

You swallowed hard, but you trusted Javi more than anyone, and when he looked at you with those big eyes, you were weak against him. “Ok,” you breathed as you leaned forward and ran your hands along his chest, “Anything for you, mi amor.”

Javi groaned against your lips as you pressed yours against them. Immediately, he parted his lips for you and invited your tongue in. Heat rose in the room as you rocked your hips against his while your hands caressed his chest and your tongue explored his mouth, tasting him. Javi held you close as you pressed your body against his, and both of you savored the warmth of the other.

Hearts beat wildly against each other as desperation quickly rose between you. From the moment you crossed the threshold into Javi’s lavish bedroom, his hands were on your body, and clothes quickly flew off of both of you until you both landed naked on Javi’s bed, you on top of him. It had been too long since you had seen each other, and not a day went by when you were parted that you didn’t think of him. And Javi missed you more and more every day you were apart.

Now that you were back together, Javi wanted… needed to taste you and kiss you all over. And you had no objections. 

“You taste exquisite, mi amor,” Javi moaned against your lips as he chased them when you broke away for air, “But I’d like to kiss somewhere else now,” he added with a cheeky grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re insufferable, Javi,” you playfully chastised him, “But I can never say no to you.”

With that, you gave his pecs one last squeeze before you slowly shimmied yourself up his body. Javi groaned and you felt his cock twitch against your ass before you inched your way up. You shook from nerves; this was the first time he asked something like this of you. Javi loved eating you out, but usually you were on your back or on all fours when he did. This was new. And though you were nervous, you were also excited. And from the eager look on his face and the way he licked his lips with anticipation, you could tell Javi was excited too.

“That’s it cariño,” he cooed as his hands ran up and down your body. He let out a soft moan as he felt the slick from your pussy against his bare chest, and it only made him that much more desperate to taste you. 

It felt like hours to make your way up, but in reality it was only seconds. But when your thighs framed Javi’s beautiful face and you looked down, your breath hitched in your chest. Javi’s large hands gripped your thighs tightly, as if he was afraid you would run away if he let go. And the fiery passion in his eyes burned bright as he looked up at you.

“Perfecte,” he grinned as he nosed your folds, “I have missed you, amor.”

The whimper that escaped your lips sounded more pathetic than you ever thought you would sound as Javi’s nose made contact with your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forward and braced yourself against the head of the bed. You heard Javi whisper your name as he placed a feather light kiss on your pussy and gave your legs a reassuring squeeze.

Before you could say anything back, Javi darted his tongue out and immediately lapped and sucked at your pussy with abandon. Any thoughts you had vanished as your whole world became consumed with just Javi. Your mind swam in pleasure as you threw your head back and moaned loudly, covering the sounds of his greedy slurps. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as his tongue swirled along your folds, hitting every sensitive spot with precision. 

Javi hummed into your body as he tightened his grip on your and devoured you hungrily. His crock strained with need as he darted his tongue in and out of your pussy a few times before he licked his way up to your clit. Javi wrapped his lips around the sensitive spot and sucked hard, determined to send you over the edge. And when your moans grew louder, he knew he found just the right spot.

“Javi!” you screamed as one of your hands landed in his hair and tugged hard, “Fuck I’m gonna…”

As you rocked your hips against his face, you came hard, tugging on Javi’s hair as you did so. You scream echoed in the room as your body trembled from the intensity of your climax. And Javi never let up; he kept flicking at your clit with his tongue until he was sure you had no more left to give.

Completely spent, you collapsed down to your side, landing on the plush mattress next to Javi, who laid on his back with a glistening chin and a huge smile on his face. Heavy sighs escaped both your lips as you opened your eyes and met Javi’s gaze. The two of you laid still for a moment before you both burst into laughter and you scooted your way to wrap your arms around him.

“Enjoy that, corazon?” Javi asked as he nuzzled his nose against your face and placed soft kisses on your skin.

“Very much,” you sighed contently before you pushed yourself up, “Now it’s your turn,” your tone dropped as you started to push yourself down so you could wrap your lips around Javi’s cock and return the favor.

But Javi stopped you with a firm grip and a sharp look in his eyes.

“Javi…?”

“Wait, amor,” he pushed himself up onto his elbows so he was level with you, “I want you to do something for me,” he caressed your face as he looked at you with those big eyes.

“What is it, Javi?” you asked, your voice so hushed you barely even heard yourself. 

He glanced at you before he got up from the bed and rummaged in his dresser drawer. You watched with a puzzled expression before he turned around and showed you what he fished out. You recognized it right away: a dildo and a harness. Neither of you spoke as Javi sat back on the bed next to you.

“Will you do me the honors, corazon?” Javi asked with a slight pout and big eyes.

You let out a heavy breath as you laid your hands on his, “Of course, Javi,” you looked up and met his gaze and both of you let out another deep breath, “Do you have lube too?”

His face lit up, “Of course!”

Javi quickly reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer as you stood and slid on the harness. Surprisingly, it fit you perfectly, sitting right on your pelvis and resting snug around your legs. Javi gasped when he turned around and saw you before he practically leapt onto the bed and laid out on his back.

“Fuck, amor,” the excitement in his voice was plain, “I am going to have to eat you out again when you are done here.”

You couldn’t help but cackle at Javi’s comment, “Let’s see if you have the energy to, mi amor,” your voice dropped again as you leaned forward and hovered yourself over him, “Shouldn’t you be on your hands and knees though?” you turned more serious for a moment, “It shouldn’t hurt as much that way for your first time.”

Javi smirked, “You assume this is my first time, corazon…”

Your eyes went wide, yet you weren’t completely surprised. This was the first time Javi asked you to peg him yes, but that didn’t mean it was his first time at all. 

“Besides,” Javi’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, “I want to see you when you fuck me.” 

The moan you let out made Javi’s cock twitch and suddenly a rush of need pulsed through both of you. “Ok mi amor,” you whispered as you caressed his face much like the way he did yours.

Javi leaned into your touch and his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a deep exhale as he kissed the palm of your hand before you dragged it down the front of his body. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as you grazed your nails softly across his chest before you traced a random pattern along his stomach. Neither of you spoke, but you both felt the nervous and excited energy from each other.

Slowly, you ran the tips of your fingers along his length, teasing him. Javi groaned as his head dropped onto the mattress as he involuntarily bucked his hips into your touch, desperate for more. Not wanting to tease him much more, grabbed the bottle of lube and coated your fingers generously before you wrapped one hand around his cock. You tossed the bottle onto the bed and positioned your other hand at his entrance, poking the tip of your finger at the first ring of muscle.

You watched Javi’s every expression as you carefully pushed one lube-coated finger inside, and a rush of wetness gushed between your legs when he moaned loudly. “Fuck…” you breathed as you pumped you finger in and out a few times.

“More… Corazon…” he begged.

You lazily stocked his cock in time with your finger as you added a second. Suddenly you understood why Javi was always so eager to ravage you and give in to your every request; you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. You leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock as you added a third finger, stretching him open for what was to come.

Javi groaned your name as his eyes rolled back into his head. This was far from his first time doing this, but it was different with you. Every touch felt more electric, as if any thrust of your fingers would push him over the edge. And the tender way you handled him made his heart skip a beat. Yet, Javi held off his orgasm, desperate to feel the way you fucked him with your fake cock.

“Amor… Please…” Javi pleaded breathily.

“I’ve got you, Javi,” you murmured softly as you took the tip of him into your mouth and swirled your tongue around as you buried your fingers in as deep as you could go. But, you also knew what he wanted, so after just a few moments, you broke away and carefully pulled your fingers out.

Javi blinked his eyes open as he watched you grab the lube once more. Feeling his eyes on you, you met his gaze and never broke away as you coated the toy generously, making a show of stroking the dildo.

“You look so fucking hot like that, corazon,” Javi moaned as you tossed the bottle aside again, “Now, please… Please fuck me.”

“Javi…” you breathed as you lined the toy up and slowly pushed in.

The cry he let out echoed in the room as you pushed the toy into him inch by delicious inch. And though you had no other stimulation other than the base of it against the mound of your pelvis, the harness just barely tickling your clit, you felt as if you could feel everything. The way he moaned in pleasure sent a wave of arousal to your core, and you couldn’t help but groan softly as the toy disappeared inside your lover. 

Javi moaned your name as you completely sheathed the dildo inside of him and leaned over so that you laid on top of him. You pleased a line of kisses along his skin wherever you could reach as you gave him a moment to adjust to the girth of the toy. Between your bodies, you felt Javi’s cock strain with need, and as he said your name again in a desperate plea, you knew he was ready. 

Pushing yourself upright, you made yourself comfortable before you rocked your hips back, pulling the toy out halfway before you slammed back into him. Javi moaned loudly as he arched his back as you repeated the action.

“Fuck!” he screamed as you picked up your pace and wrapped your hand around his cock.

He wanted nothing more than to watch you, but every time Javi opened his eyes, a fresh wave of pleasure pulled through him with every movement of your hips and he couldn’t keep them open for long. Instead, he just let you take care of him, trusting his body, and his heart, to you completely. 

“Amor… I…”

“I know baby,” you cooed as you felt his cock twitch in your hand, “Fuck Javi you look so beautiful like this.” You had no idea where that came from, but the praise spilled from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “You’re taking me so well, amor,” your tone dropped as you picked up your pace, slamming your hips against his, “Now let me see you cum, Javi…”

The groan Javi let out came from deep in his soul and he reached out for you before he came hard with your name on his lips. His hands dug into your flesh as his seed spilled between your bodies in a powerful climax. Javi’s body felt like it was on fire from how hot he burned, but he didn’t care. He would burn his entire complex, the whole country, the whole world, down for you. Especially when you fucked him like that.

When Javi let out a soft whimper and his cock strained in your hand, you knew he had enough. Just as slowly as you entered him, you slowed your pace until you carefully slid the dildo out of him. Javi whined softly as you did so, but you quickly chucked the harness off and tossed it onto the bed so you could lay next to him. Without even opening his eyes, Javi felt your body next to his and he immediately took you into his arms as he kissed you all over.

“Fuck, corazon… That was fucking incredible!”

When Javi finally opened his eyes, he saw the look of pure adoration on his face… and he also noticed that you still had his cum all over your hands. Without a word and with a smirk on your face, you slowly brought your hand up to your lips and made a spectacle of licking your fingers clean of his release.

Javi growled as the fire ignited behind his eyes again, “You are trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you amor?”

“Never, Javi,” you replied back with a grin. Once your hand was clean, you leaned forward and kissed him deeply. You swallowed the groan Javi let out as he tasted himself on your tongue, and it drove him wild. When you broke away, you laid comfortably against him, the two of you tangled up together in a pile of limbs and love. “Are you alright?” you asked as you stocked his chest lazily.

“Never fucking better, amor.”

You heard the smile in his tone.

“Gracias, amor,” he added in a hushed tone as he kissed your head.

You grinned against his skin as you savored the feeling of being in his arms once more and listened to his heart pound in his chest, “So,” you broke the silence, “You still have the energy to eat me out again?” you asked with a playful testing tone in your voice. 

Javi laughed, “You did wear me out, corazon,” he admitted as he gave you a squeeze, “But give me a little time… I’ll get you back,” he added with another kiss to your temple.

“Looking forward to it, mi amor,” you joined his laughter, “Looking forward to it.” 

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

2 a.m. thot: Javi G - Day 1

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader Words: 1,140 Warnings: SMUT but make it soft - unprotected sex, woman on top, Javi loves encouraging you during sex ;) Summary: You wake up at 2 a.m. and try to find a way to yourself back to sleep. Javi comes to the rescue.

A/N: So I've done a 2 a.m. thots series with Frankie, and I felt like doing one for Javi G. Here it is! I am not using a tag list for this because I'm not sure who is even reading my stuff anymore. [javi g masterlist]

You rolled over and looked at the clock.

2 am.

“Dammit,” you whispered, trying your best not to wake Javi, who slept soundly beside you. He never had trouble falling asleep, and you envied him that.

You sat up and stretched before standing and making your way downstairs. Maybe watching some television would help get you to sleep.

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You flipped through channels without an aim, trying to find something to fill your mind. It was pointless. You turned the TV on and then laid down, burying your face in one of the throw pillows on the sofa. It was blue—your favorite color. Javi had redesigned the entire room when he found out.

You lifted your head to find Javi standing there. You yelped and sat up quickly.

“Jesus Javi,” you gasped.

“You weren’t in bed. I was worried,” he said innocently.

“I can’t seem to stay asleep,” you told him with a shrug. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I don’t mind if you do.” He sat beside you and then held his arms out to you. You crawled into his lap and put your head on his shoulder.

“Mmm, I love when you hold me,” you sighed.

“I will hold you forever if you need me to.” He kissed your forehead, and you smiled up at him. His gaze fell to your lips, and you traced his with a finger. Before long, he was kissing you. You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand. He pulled away with a smile.

“You are supposed to find ways to fall asleep, my love.”

“You kissed me, Javi,” you giggled.

“I know. You are irresistible even at 2 a.m.” He moved close again and brushed his nose against yours. You bit your lip and gave him a playful smile. “Uh oh…” Javi said.

“What?” you asked innocently as you played with his hair.

“I know that look.”

“Yeah? What does it mean?” You sat up straight in his lap.

“It means…you want something,” he responded. “I just don’t know what.”

“You,” you told him quickly. “I want you.”

“You already have me,” he said sweetly, innocently.

“You know what I mean.” You looked at him until the realization sank in.

“Oh…” He smirked. “Right here?”

“Is that okay with you?” You traced his jawline.

“My darling, I would make love to you anywhere and everywhere…” He kissed you gently, and you sighed into it. “Are you wearing anything under…” He slipped his hand under the nightgown you wore. His eyebrows nearly touched his hairline.

“No,” you simpered. He kept his hand between your legs, watching as he pressed his fingers against your core. You gasped and spread your legs a little. He loved watching the faces you made as he pleasured you, so his eyes stayed on you.

“How does it feel?” he asked quietly.

“So good, Javi,” you whined, grinding in his lap. He grunted, and you could feel him harden in his boxer briefs, the only thing he wore to bed unless he chose to sleep naked.

He took his hand between your legs and sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes to your taste.

“Do I taste good?” you asked.

“Always. Like the most succulent fruit.”

You looked away shyly, but he turned your head, so you were looking at him again. You smiled, and he smiled back.

“What?” he asked. You leaned in so that you were closer to his ear.

“I want to ride you,” you whispered, and he trembled. You kissed his neck as you pulled away to stand up.

“Show me,” Javi said, watching you intently. You pulled your nightgown off, and Javi bit his lip.

“Your turn.” You watched as he lifted his hips, pulled his boxer briefs down, and then kicked them off. “Come here.”

You giggled as you straddled him. You kissed him as you grabbed his cock to lower yourself onto him. He threw his head back as you slowly inched yourself down. The stretch was always so good.

“Fuck, Javi…” you gasped as you fully seated yourself on him. “Hold me,” you told him. He wrapped his arms around you and looked up as you started riding him slowly.

“Yes, my love, just like that.” He rubbed your back, pumping up into you. He kissed and nipped at your breasts.

Here it was, 2 am, and you were riding your boyfriend on a sofa as if you both hadn’t just rolled out of bed.

Javi hadn’t taken his eyes off you even as he slipped one hand between your legs to play with you.

“I want you to come,” he said breathlessly. You coming was his favorite sound, especially when you said his name.

You rode him faster as he played with you. “Fuck, I love you so much, Javi,” you whimpered.

“I love you too, my angel. Come for me.”

You cried out for him as you clawed at his back and swirled your hips on him even faster.

“Yes,” he hissed as your walls clenched around him. He knew you were coming, and he knew it was for him. It was always for him. “Ah, my beautiful angel…”

“Javi…” you cried, slowing to nearly a stop, but Javi was still thrusting into you, so your body bounced with each one.

“Here it comes, my love.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he pumped fast and hard until he moaned loudly and stilled, his hips moving of their own accord as his cock throbbed inside you.

You both stayed silent—the only sound in the room was the huffing and puffing of you two trying to catch your breath.

Javi finally sat back, pulling you along with him. “I was not expecting to get out of bed at 2 am to do that.”

“Neither was I,” you laughed. “Do you think I planned this?”

“I would not put it past you,” he teased, and you nipped at his neck, making him hiss.

“I think I’ll be able to sleep now,” you said before yawning.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped.” He chuckled as he rubbed your back. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

“Can I just sleep here?” you groaned.

“Like this? In my lap with me inside you?” he asked, and you clenched around him at that. “Be careful, or I might not let you sleep.”

“Hm?” You were already falling asleep.

Javi chuckled again. “Let’s get you in bed.”

You got to your feet reluctantly and bent to pick up your nightgown. Javi slipped his boxer briefs back on and then took your hand.

“I think we both deserve some rest, hm?”

You took his hand. “Yeah.”

He kissed your hand and then led you back to the bedroom. He made sure not to fall asleep until he knew you were sleeping.

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unselfish love

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Words: 758

Warnings: SMUT - no plot at all, fingering, praise kink (kinda), cum tasting, kissing

Summary: Javi always makes it all about you.

A/N: I blame @fireproofmarta​ 

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You were no stranger to disappointment in the bedroom. You had given up on ever finding someone who wasn’t a selfish lover.

That was until you met Javi Gutiérrez.

The word selfish did not seem to exist in his vocabulary though you could say he was selfish with you. His main goal in life and in the bedroom was to please you and make you happy.

He never made the sex all about him. As a matter of fact, it seemed that he couldn’t get off unless you did first…more than once.

And sometimes, he couldn’t care less whether he got off or not. His favorite thing was watching you orgasm. It gave him all the pleasure he needed.

Tonight, you both sat in bed with your backs against the headboard. He kissed you gently then whispered for you to relax as his hand pushed the long shirt you wore up your thighs and out of the way. It was his shirt you wore and it drove him crazy.

You weren’t wearing panties and he smirked against your cheek when he discovered that.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered, and you did. The coolness of his gold pinky ring was such a contrast to the heat radiating from between your legs. He placed a feather-light touch to your slit and you gasped, already gripping the sheets. He looked down for just a second to watch the way his thick finger slid inside you then his eyes were back on you.

“Javi,” you moaned, looking at his finger move in and out of you.

“Over here,” he said and you looked at him. “Good girl.” He pressed his forehead against yours and smiled. “Another?” he asked.

“Yes, Javi, please!” you whimpered. You squealed as he slipped another thick finger inside of you. His middle and ring fingers were inside you while his thumb massaged your clit.

“I want to taste you.” He removed his fingers slowly and brought them to his lips. He lapped your juices up like he was dying of thirst. You almost begged for his fingers, but before you could, he was putting his hand back between your legs and rubbing your clit with his spit soaked fingers.

“Come here,” he commanded and he kissed your lips, giving you a small taste of yourself. “You know what I want you to do, right?” he asked and you nodded.

“Y-Yes!” you cried as he twisted his fingers inside you.

“And what is that?” He pulled his fingers out completely before slipping them back in deeply.

“You want me to come,” you whined.

“Yes. Good girl. Hold onto me,” he said as he pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing your clit a little rougher. Your hand fisted the material of his shirt as your body bounced slightly from the speed of his hand. The sound between your legs grew even louder and wetter and he loved that.

“Right there, Javi!” you moaned.

“Like that?” he asked and you looked into his eyes and bit your lip as you nodded. He put his forehead against yours again. “I can feel it, my love. Let go for me.”

“I-I-I’m gonna come!” you cried and Javi didn’t stop. He pumped his fingers faster and harder. You grabbed his wrist and dug your nails into his skin as you came undone. You moaned loudly and it quickly turned into a pleasurable sob—one that he quickly swallowed with a kiss. The rest of your cries and whimpers were lost against his lips and tongue.

He kept his fingers inside you, moving them slowly and you finally let go of his wrist as you slumped against him.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked before slipping his fingers out slowly and kissing your forehead.

“Yes,” you murmured. You took a glance at his arm as he moved it from between your legs. “Oh, no…” You grabbed it and looked at the deep indentations you had left in his skin with your nails. “I’m so sorry.” You brought his arm up to your lips and kissed the marks.

“I’m fine. It does not hurt,” he chuckled. “Shower or bath?” he asked, casually taking his arm from your grip so he could suck on his fingers again.

“Shower,” you said. “But you’re gonna have to help me get there.”

He laughed. “Of course.” He stood and held his hands out to you. You took them and he pulled you to your feet slowly. “Are you going to make it?” he teased.

“With you I can.”

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the wedding [the grand tour au]

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Words: 3,541

Warnings: Mostly fluff in the first half. Then the wedding night comes, and SMUT ensues [unprotected sex, oral sex, kissing]

Summary: The day is finally here, and both you and Javi are on edge, but this is meant to be.

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The day is here.

You are about to become Mrs. Javi Gutiérrez. As you sit in bed, you still can’t help but wonder why and how this happened to you. Girls like you didn’t catch the eye of millionaires.

“Stop,” you whisper to yourself. The self-doubt is getting to you again, but you try your best to push it far away. This is happening. You are marrying the man you love, the man that does not care where you come from or what you have. He loves you, and you love him—that’s what matters.

You take this small moment of reprieve to prepare for future fracas. You are completely capable of dressing yourself, and since you didn’t wear makeup, you didn’t need anyone to do that for you, either. But you know this day will be bustling anyway with barely any time for privacy.

There’s a knock on the door. “Breakfast, ma’am.”

You wish they would stop calling you ma’am. “Come in,” you say, smiling brightly. “Good morning!”

“Good morning, ma’am. Mr. Gutiérrez insisted we give you many options.” More people come in, carrying trays or pushing carts. “He says this way, you cannot be too picky.”

Javi knows how you have a hard time eating when you are nervous, but he wasn’t going to let you use that as an excuse today.

“Thank you…everyone,” you say, smiling at each of them. They all nod before filing back out of the room. You take a deep breath, and it smells so good. You roll out of bed, using your nose to find the…

“Bacon!” you exclaim as you lift the top of one of the trays. “Ha!” You take a piece just as your phone rings. “Hello!”

“Good morning, my bride,” Javi says on the other end. You can hear the smile in his tone.

“Good morning, my love.” You pace the room as you talk.

“Did you get breakfast?” he asks, looking at the ten trays.

“That’s an understatement,” you joke.

“I wanted to give you many choices so you cannot make excuses. And not just bacon either!” he scolds, and you look down at the half-eaten piece of bacon in your hand.

“Hmm…fine.” You pout before quietly biting into the bacon.

“Stop pouting,” Javi says, and you giggle.

“What will you do if I don’t?” you ask playfully.

His voice gets lower, adding a sultry intonation. “Do I have to sneak over there to show you?”

“Can you?” you wonder. You hear movement then he speaks.

“There’s no sneaking out of here today,” he tells you. “I feel like hundreds of people surround my bedroom.

“Mine must be the same.”

You both are quiet for a time.

“We’re getting married, my love,” he says with a small, excited laugh. “Married.”

“Married,” you repeat, holding back tears.

“I cannot wait to see you later. This is the best day of my life.” His words are so sincere, and you remind yourself of how lucky you are to have someone to love you with all his heart.

“I’m the luckiest girl alive,” you tell him.

“I cannot wait to kiss you,” he sighs.

“Soon, Javi. I love you,” you sigh.

“I love you too. I’m going to get ready,” he says.

“Me too. I hope you like the dress.” You look over at the sleek white dress hanging up.

“I know I will. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye for now,” he says with a hint of longing.

You hang up and walk over to the large window to pull open the curtains. The sun bathes you in light, and you smile at the warmth. You should have known that the weather would be perfect. Everything seems to fall into place with Javi.

You can hear all the hustle and bustle outside your room as you step out of the shower. You imagine people carrying flowers and anything else that had to be kept inside until the wedding day.

There is a knock on your door, and you sigh. Though you told Javi that you could dress yourself, he insisted that you have at least one person to help. You walk over to the door and open it to a beaming smile.

“Are we ready?” she asks excitedly, shuffling into the room.

“Yes,” you say quietly.

After what seemed like hours, you are ready. You look at yourself in the mirror, in the flowing, billowy white dress, and you think. You are happy, and this is what you want, but is it what Javi wants?

Over in his rooms, Javi was thinking the same about you. Your first meeting wasn’t what he would call ideal, though the sex was excellent, but he can’t help but think that meeting you that way messed up the way you feel about him.

He looks at himself and sighs. He has taken you away from your family and friends in America. Is he selfish for that? Do you think he’s greedy for that?

You take a deep breath and step out of the room, the small train of your dress brushing the floor lightly. Everyone turns to look at you, and they all smile. You smile back, blinking away tears.

“Mr. Gutiérrez has sent a surprise for you.” You turn your head to a door creaking open, and out walks your family and friends. You don’t stop your tears this time. You let them flow. You don’t have makeup on anyway.

“What are you all doing here?” you ask tearfully.

“Javi invited us! We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Your family and friends encircle you, and all hug you tightly. It is such a wonderful feeling.

As you make your way downstairs, after everyone has been escorted off to their seats, you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes as the door opens. It wasn’t a long path to the spot you picked on the beach, but you knew this walk would feel like forever.

Someone taps you lightly, making you open your eyes. A small bouquet of blue flowers is placed in your hands.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You take one last deep breath and square your shoulders. “Let’s do this.”

Javi waits at the end of the aisle with the officiant, smiling at him nervously. He fiddles with the buttons of his waistcoat, checks to ensure he still has the ring, clears his throat, and checks his hair.

Then, he hears a murmur throughout the audience. “She’s coming,” someone says quietly, and all heads turn. Javi stills his hands by holding them in front of him. They are clammy, and he hopes you won’t judge him for that.

You round the corner, and your eyes immediately find Javi. Even when everyone stands, your eyes stay on him. As you walk, you notice Javi crying, his tears shining in the sunlight. He puts a hand over his heart and shakes his head as if he can’t believe this is happening. Your eyes are full of tears as well, making it hard to see, but you don’t waver. The love of your life is right there, and you will find him no matter what.

You finally make it to him, and he smiles tearfully.

“You came,” he cries in a whisper.

You chuckle. “Of course I did.”

“I love you,” he says quickly.

“Love you more.” You can get the words out just in time before the officiant begins. You turn to smile at the man before looking at Javi again, and that’s when it hits you.

The man staring back at you with all that love in his eyes was yours. He is crazy about you and isn’t afraid to show it. Those tears trailing down his cheeks are full of love for you. That sweet, gentle smile is for you.

To have and to hold…

“I do!” you blurt, and everyone laughs. The officiant looks at you with a smile.

“We’re not quite there yet,” he says, letting out a little laugh.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and Javi squeezes your hands.

You take him by surprise every day. Seeing you walk down that aisle to him is something that is imprinted in his memories and his heart. The tearful smile you gave him as you approached told him everything he needed to know. The way you just shouted ‘I do’ was even more of a confirmation.

You are just as excited about marrying him as he is about you.

“I love you,” he mouths to you. Your face lights up, and you mouth it back.

You are radiant. It could be overcast outside, and you would still shine with your light. You are still some ethereal being to him—one that sees past what he has and loves him for him. You have no ulterior motives. This is true love.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Javi slips the beautiful wedding band onto your finger with shaky, clammy hands. “S-sorry,” he says nervously. This time, you take his hands.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, and he smiles at you. You take a deep breath as you prepare to slip the ring on his finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.” You hear Javi’s breath hitch as you place the ring on his finger.

There is an exciting buzz in the air between you two. You both grin and chuckle because you know what’s coming. The officiant can barely get the words out.

“You may now kiss….” The rest of his words are drowned out by cheering and whistling as you and Javi kiss each other—taking each other’s breath away while also breathing life into one another.

You do not get much time alone together afterward. It is time for pictures and what feels like a full-on photoshoot for a local magazine that wants to write about one of Spain's most eligible (and richest) bachelors finally settling down.

There are hundreds of questions to answer and too many cameras and flashing lights. Javi senses immediately that you have had enough of it and gets security to usher all the press away.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes, but I think dancing might make me feel a lot better.”

He smiles and leads you up and off the beach to the beautifully decorated reception area. You both wait until everyone is in their seats and quiet.

You kiss him and press your forehead to his.

“How are you feeling, Mrs. Gutiérrez?” he asks, and you sigh happily.

“Like I’m in a fairy tale,” you tell him. “And you’re my prince charming.”

“You are my dream come true,” he says before you finally hear the emcee speaking.

As your names are announced, you squeeze each other’s hands, and everyone cheers as you walk in. You smile shyly as Javi steps away, applauds, and gestures to you as if all the cheering is for you.

“It is time for your first dance as husband and wife,” the emcee announces, and Javi wraps his arms around you, his hands on your lower back, as you put your arms around his shoulders.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod.

I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos begins to play, and Javi begins swaying with you as light applause scatters through the crowd. He gives you a gentle kiss, and you hear a few awwws.

You feel like you’re floating high above the earth with him. You hear, you feel nothing but him. It is just you two dancing among the stars.

Javi sings and hums along to the song quietly in your ear. You pull back, cup his face, and whisper, “I only have eyes for you….” He turns his head to kiss your palm.

Before long, the song ends, but you both are lost in each other’s eyes. The sounds of applause come back as loud as before, and you are pulled back to earth.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you,” Javi murmurs before pulling away and looking at the crowd with a smile.

The rest of the night is full of food, drinks, and dancing. Javi ensures he finds you for each one: fast, slow, and everything in between. You both end up in the middle of a circle of people clapping as you dance without a care. Your eyes constantly find his.

During one of the slower songs, Javi holds you close, and you melt into him.

“Are you getting tired, my dancing queen?”

“Mmhmm.” You nod and rest your head on his shoulder. “Is this all real?” you ask.

“It is, Mrs. Gutiérrez,” he says.

“I love when you call me that,” you tell him. “Mr. Gutiérrez…” You run your fingers through his curls, and his eyes close.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Without a chance to respond, he makes his way through the guests dancing and drinking, and leads you to the beach.

“Javi! The guests!” you worry.

“They will be fine. I want to be alone with my wife for a moment.” He moves in close to you. “How are you feeling? Are you happy?” he asks.

“Javi, I am happier than I’ve ever been. This is everything and more. You are everything and more.”

His eyes shine with tears as he smiles at you. Then he looks up. “Look at the stars. I would pull them all down for you if I could.”

“You’ve already given me everything I could ask for.”

“Dance with me.” He holds his hand out to you.

“I’d love to you.” You take his hand, and he pulls you against him gently.

There is no music, just the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. A light, salty breeze blows around you both, embracing you.

“I think this is my favorite part of the day,” you say, and he chuckles.

“You may change your mind in a few hours,” he teases, and you squeeze his sides playfully, making him squirm.

“You’re naughty.” You tap his butt, and he laughs. “We should go see our guests off, hm?”

“I guess,” you groan.

“Hey, the faster we do that, the sooner we get to my hidden little villa where it’ll just be us…for weeks. We get to have each other…any way…any time…any place….” He hums in pleasure.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” you ask.

“Is it working?” he asks.

“Of course it is. Let’s go say goodbye to everyone.”

You two try your best to make it seem like you were not rushing anyone off, but you are. Your eyes constantly find Javi’s even as you hug and kiss people goodbye. When you finally get into his baby blue 1974 Jaguar E Type, you wave until you can no longer see the guests and then turn around. You smile over at Javi, and he smiles at you as he grabs your hand.

“Finally. You are all mine,” he says in a tone that makes you smirk.

At some point, you fall asleep, a bit worn out from the day. Javi looks at you now and then and wonders how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping.

He rounds the bend to his villa and then parks. He watches you sleep for a moment longer, then gently wakes you up.

“We’re here, my love,” he says quietly.

“Hm?” You sit up and blink a few times.

“We’re here. Come on.” He gets out of the car first, then makes his way to your side to open the door. He takes your hand and leads you to the house.

“I don’t think anyone will find us here.” You look up at the house and then at the trees surrounding it.

“That’s the point.” He opens the door and lets you step inside first. He follows closely, closing and locking the door behind you.

“Well, Mr. Gutiérrez…” You turn to him.

“Yes, Mrs. Gutiérrez…”

“I might need a little help getting out of this dress.” You look at him innocently.

“I believe I can help you with that.” He gives you a ‘turn around’ gesture with his finger. Now that your back is to him, he approaches slowly until he’s so close you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. His hands are warm, all except for the coolness of his sterling silver wedding band.

He handles the zipper easily, and you let the dress fall to the floor, revealing your wedding night lingerie to him. He’s breathless, stepping back to get a good look at you. The bridal garter wrapped around your left thigh draws him in more than anything else.

You follow his gaze. “You are supposed to take it off of me.”

“Am I?” He looks up into your eyes again. “Upstairs,” he says in a husky tone.

He follows you up the stairs to the large bedroom and turns on the lights. You sit on the bed and watch him walk over to you, stripping off his suit jacket as he does. He tears away his bow tie and unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt before rolling up his sleeves. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he grabs your left leg, crawling his fingers up to the garter.

“Do I use my fingers or…”

“Whatever you like,” you say breathlessly. You gasp when he begins kissing up your inner thigh and then bites down on the garter, pulling it down slowly with his teeth.

You bite your lip when his eyes meet yours. “Come here,” you say quietly, pulling on the collar of his shirt until his lips meet yours, and you both fall back onto the bed.

“Make love to me, Javi. Please,” you beg, your fingers working at the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

“Of course…” He shrugs out of his shirt and pulls away from you, only to move lower between your legs. He makes quick work of your panties, leaving a trail of kisses along your thigh. You can hardly think straight when his mouth is on you, especially when it meets the apex of your thighs.

His tongue finds your slit, and instead of the greedy, devouring way he tends to taste you, he takes his time. His tongue spreads your lips, and he finds your clit, closing his eyes as he slowly seems to be French kissing it.

“God…yes, Javi!” You run your fingers through his hair then he grabs your hand, holding it as he tastes and savors you.

Your back arches off the bed as you come against his tongue, and tears spill from your eyes. He gives your pussy a few more kisses, then crawls up and kisses those lips. He notices your tears.

“My love, what is it?” he asks, concerned.

“I feel good. I’m happy,” you tell him with a smile.

“Yeah?” He slips his hand between your bodies and lines himself up with you. He pushes into you slowly.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“You are mine, Mrs. Gutiérrez,” he whispers against your lips.

“And you are mine.” You gasp as he begins to thrust slowly, pushing in deeply, then swirling his hips so you can feel him inside you.

“Oh my god!” You reach down and grab his ass, pulling him against you.

He buries his face against your neck and latches onto that sensitive spot, moaning against the skin. You know he will leave a mark, but you don’t care. You want in and on every part of you.

“I’m yours,” he groans in your ear. “Yours, yours, yours…” he says with each thrust.

He grabs one of your thighs and digs his fingers in. You can feel the coolness of his ring again against your heated, sweaty skin, and you swear you have never felt pleasure like it before.

You drag your hands up and down his back, and he feels the cool silver of your ring against his overheated skin, pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he grunts against your skin, pressing himself deep, leaving his seed deep inside you. He breathes heavily, carefully lowering his weight onto you so he can rest his head on your chest. You push his hair off his sweaty forehead and hold him close.

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss, repeatedly kissing the ring on your finger. You reciprocate by kissing his hand and his ring.

“I think this is the sexiest thing about you by far,” you say.

“Hm…I thought it was my curls,” he argues weakly.

“Well, the good thing is that I don’t have to choose. I get to see them every day. I get to see you every day…for the rest of my life.”

“For the rest of my life,” he repeats sleepily, followed by a yawn.

“Sleep, Javi,” you say quietly, then kiss the top of his head.

“You will be here in the morning?” he asks, his voice growing sleepier and weaker by the second.

“I will be here every morning,” you remind him.

“Hm,” he chuckles weakly. “Mrs. Gutiérrez…”

Before long, his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep in your arms.

“Yes,” you say, “I’m Mrs. Gutiérrez.”

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Going The Distance - Scene Five: Cuando Nadie Me Ve

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x Film Assistant F!Reader x Dieter Bravo

Words: 2.2k

Chapter warnings: Masturbation, naughty thoughts, drinking, the guys ogling you, a little touching

**The overall rating of this fic ranges from Mature to Explicit**

Summary: Javi tries his best to keep his fantasies at bay and gets some relief while Dieter reveals an interesting secret at dinner.

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After that ‘talk’ with Dieter, Javi actually felt better about things. Well, in a sense. He was afraid they both had scared you away. A part of him wanted to rush to your room to make sure you were okay, but Dieter was right, you needed space. Space was probably best for him, too.

Javi walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He sighed as he sat on his bed and fell flat on his back. He thought of you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you looked that day he took you out on the speedboat.

Your kiss.

Wait, he thought, he hadn’t kissed you, Dieter had. It seemed that the thought still lingered anyway. Dieter told him how soft your lips were and Javi had imagined them as such. He craved to feel them upon his own with just the smallest amount of tongue so he could see what you taste like.

He sat up and looked at his nightstand feeling a bit ashamed but he still reached over and opened it. It was his private drawer, even the cleaners knew to never go in there. He stared at the different things in there before finally reaching for the special toy he had bought for himself. He had tried it a few times but he had a feeling that this time would feel better than ever.

As he undressed, he could already feel himself getting hard at the thought of you. He couldn’t believe how quickly he had been drawn to you. You were beautiful, ethereal even, and you spoke so sweetly—your voice like music to ears. And the lips that your sweet voice murmured. Dieter told him they were soft and he used his imagination to live the experience.

He laid back, propping himself up on his headboard so he can watch himself. He slipped the toy over his dick—now rock hard and needing release. He turned it on, letting it vibrate on the lowest setting as he began stroking himself.

Your soft lips against his, yes, but now he was picturing them around his dick. He thought of it happening when he took you out on his speedboat. He would look down at you every once in a while, as he steered the boat. At some point, he would have to stop the boat because he would become overwhelmed. His moans would carry out over the water that rocked the boat gently as you bobbed your head on his cock. Usually, he lets the woman control how she did it, but you, he felt like he wanted to put a hand on your head and control the speed. He would probably even have the urge to pump into your mouth just to hear you gag a little.

“Joder…” he whispered as he increased the setting of the vibration, stroking himself faster. He closed his eyes and imagined something else now.

You two were still out on the boat but you had stood and pushed him into the seat. His cock was out, shining in the sun from your saliva. You were wearing a sundress so you just reached under it to slip your panties off. You stepped out of them and moved yourself over his thighs. Before you could sit, he reached under your dress and squeezed your ass before tucking his head under dipping his tongue into your folds.

Now he was thrusting up into the toy, the vibration at the highest setting.

Your taste was something he had never experienced before. His mouth watered as he pulled away to spread your lips so he could find your clit. You called out his name and stroked his curls.

His hips lifted off the bed and now he pictured you sitting down on him, letting his cock slip inside slowly.

The fucking stretch. God, you were so fucking tight. He was stretching it to fit just him, carving a passage made specially for him. He had to lift your dress in order to see himself move in and out of you as you bounced on him.

“Turn around,” he grunted. He helped you to your feet and turned you, spreading his legs and holding you tightly as you sunk back down on him. You used his thighs to balance yourself as you bounced and now he could really see himself slipping in and out of you.

He stroked himself faster. “Yes, my love. Use me,” he moaned to an imaginary you. “I will fill you.” He kept his eyes shut to keep the fantasy going. If he opened his eyes, he would see that it was only his hand and a toy. He needed it to be you.

“Joder…I’m gonna cum…” he gasped. His hips lifted off the bed again as he released into his hand and onto his stomach with some even spurting into the air and landing on the bed. He breathed heavily as he collapsed on the bed again.

A knock sounded and he jumped. “Señor, it is time for dinner.”

“Right, thank you. I am coming,” he said. “Literally,” he mumbled to himself.

He walked to the bathroom to clean himself and then changed his clothes to something more comfortable. He tried to make himself look at presentable as possible before walking out to meet you at the top of the staircase. The look you gave him told him that he probably still looked messier than usual.

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At the dinner table, it was awkwardly quiet for a moment and you looked back and forth between the two men.

“So…this is good,” you said, pointing to the food.

“Ah, yes, my chef is very good,” Javi said with a smile.

“Chef,” Dieter scoffed. “Do you know how to cook?” he asked Javi.

“I do actually,” Javi answered.

“Really? Would you ever cook for me?” you asked.

“I would do anything you asked me to, dear,” he responded.

“Such a kiss ass,” Dieter teased. Javi ignored him and just looked at you.

“I will cook for you. Just tell me what you like.” He smiled and you smiled back. He had to look away quickly—those thoughts were creeping back.

“Are we having dessert too?” Dieter asked and you giggled.

“You have such a sweet tooth,” you laughed. You and Dieter started joking around and Javi felt a bit left out.

“I am not a drug lord,” he blurted out and you both stopped talking to look at him.

“You’re not?” Dieter asked, suddenly interested. “But you—”

“You can find drugs anywhere here,” he replied before Dieter could finish the question.

“So…family money?” you asked.

“Something like that. If you are wondering why I lied it is because I wanted to sound…cool to you. I wanted to be interesting,” Javi confessed.

“I would have found you interesting without that lie,” you told him.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” Dieter added with a chuckle.

“Thanks for being honest,” you said to Javi. “But no more lies, okay?”

“Okay,” Javi answered, a boyish grin on his face. “Would you like to watch a movie after dinner?” he asked. “Both of you, of course.”

Dieter raised his hand. “Do I get to pick the movie?”

“No!” Both you and Javi said in unison and Dieter pouted.

“You’d have us watching some…porno,” you teased.

Dieter shrugged. “Maybe, but I would pick one with some great acting.”

“I didn’t know there was such a thing,” you joked.

“Gotta show you my collection one day.” He took a bite of food. “I was in one, you know.”

You sputtered and choked on your food as Javi’s hand froze as he was about to take a sip of wine.

“You what?!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly, shrugging lazily.

You looked at Javi who had a small smirk on his face. “You didn’t know?” he asked you. “I thought you two were close.”

“I don’t tell her everything. I do have my secrets, you know.” Dieter shoved more food into his mouth.

“I bet,” you mumbled.

“You have some too, no?” Javi asked and you blinked at him.

“Maybe but don’t we all?” You bit your lip as you stared at him.

Javi cleared his throat and looked away. If only you knew the secret he was keeping from you right now.

“Ahhh, you got him,” Dieter teased when he saw the way Javi reacted to you.

“So…shall we watch a movie tonight?” Javi asked, changing the subject.

“Sure,” you said cheerfully. “Deet, can you pass the—never mind I got it.” You stood and reached over the table for the salt. You didn’t notice how your shirt dipped, giving Dieter the perfect view of your bra…and your breasts. He pulled his sunglasses down his nose and grinned. When he looked at Javi he noticed that he was looking at your ass. Dieter chuckled and looked at you again.

“Take…your…time,” he murmured, staring happily. When you finally sat down, you noticed the funny look on both of their faces.

“You both are creeping me out.” You shook your head. “What are we gonna watch?”

“You choose,” Javi offered.

“Got any porn?” Dieter asked and you snorted.

“I do not need it,” Javi said confidently.

“Right. You’re probably some kinda playboy. Different girl every night, hm?” Dieter assumed.

“What? N-No, not at all,” Javi stammered, looking at you.

“What movies do you have?” you asked and Javi stood.

“I’ll show you.” He waited for you and Dieter to stand before walking.

“You got a movie theater or something in here?” Dieter asked, chuckling. Javi stopped at one of the doors and opened it. It was actually a movie theater. Dieter pushed past you both.

“No fucking way. Dude’s really got a theater in his fucking house.” He immediately jumped onto the comfortable couch that was front and center.

“You’re not gonna help us pick a movie?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m comfy,” Dieter said, sitting back.

“Fine.”

“What do you have in mind?” Javi asked. You looked around at the plethora of films he had.

“Hmm…” You dragged your finger along the cases. “How about something with Nic Cage?” you asked and Javi’s smile stretched from ear to ear.

“He is my favorite,” he said excitedly.

“Awesome! Okay, count of three we’ll say which Nic Cage movie we watch. 1…2…3!”

“National Treasure!” you both shouted then laughed.

“Reading my mind, Mr. Gutiérrez?” you joked and he winked.

“You know he did his own stunts for the film, right?” He grabbed the movie off the shelf.

“Did he? He’s a legend,” you said.

“He is, isn’t he?”

You walked over to the couch Dieter was sitting on and pushed his legs out of the way. “Move it.” You plopped down beside him as Javi started the movie. When he walked over, you patted the empty spot on the other side of you. Javi sat beside you and smiled as the movie started.

“Can we turn the lights down?” Dieter asked.

“Of course.” Javi grabbed a remote then pressed a button and the lights went off.

“Perfect,” Dieter purred.

“Hands to yourselves, gentlemen,” you joked.

“That doesn’t pertain to me because I am not a gentleman,” Dieter teased before squeezing your thigh. You giggled and slapped his hand away, moving closer to Javi.

“Oh.” Javi kept his hands on his thighs, flexing them repeatedly.

“Cut it out,” you told Dieter before punching his arm. “You know how ticklish I am. If you keep doing it I’ll end up on Javi’s lap.” You laughed and nudged Javi who was doing his best to just watch the movie.

You and Dieter finally calmed down to watch the movie. Javi finally let his hands rest at his sides, brushing against your thigh accidentally. He looked at you but you didn’t seem to notice. He couldn’t believe how soft your skin was. I mean, he imagined it, but nothing is ever as good as the real thing. Suddenly, you grabbed his thigh.

“I love this scene!” you exclaimed. All Javi could do was look down at your hand. If only you would move it a little higher and—

“No,” Javi said out loud.

“What?” You looked at him, confused.

“Nothing. I apologize.” He patted your thigh gently and you sighed. You sat back, your head landing on Dieter’s arm.

“Oops…sorry.”

“It’s cool. I don’t mind.” Dieter stole a glance at the way the material of your shirt stretched over your breasts.

“Bad Dieter. Bad, bad, bad,” he whispered.

“Huh?” You lifted your head.

“Nothing just thinking out loud,” he lied.

“Oh okay.” You rested your head on his arm again then you felt Javi’s fingers brush against yours. You wondered if he would move them. When he didn’t, you smiled. Their touches had you feeling a way you hadn’t in a long time. Soon you were playing with Javi’s fingers and he looked at you with a shy smile. Dieter’s fingers touched your neck lightly, sending shivers down your spine.

“Like that?” he asked quietly. You nodded as Javi moved his hand away from yours so he could caress your thigh with his fingers.

“Are you enjoying this?” Javi asked. “The movie, I mean,” he added quickly.

“I’m enjoying it very much,” you murmured. His fingers tickled your thigh as he sat back like you. You smiled at him then turned your head and smiled at Dieter.

You could get used to this.

#javi gutiérrez #javi gutierrez #javi g #dieter bravo #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #headcanon

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Going The Distance: Scene Four - We Need to Talk

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x Film Assistant F!Reader x Dieter Bravo

Words: 3k

Chapter warnings: Arguments, a kiss, drinking, masturbation

**The overall rating of this fic ranges from Mature to Explicit.

Summary: You give the guys an ultimatum, forcing them to talk to each other about whatever is going on.

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[GTD masterlist]

Dieter thought about knocking on your door, but thought better of it. He needed to get his feelings in check before trying to talk to about exactly why Javi was leaving your room. You would probably tell him that it was none of his business, and you would be right, but part of him wanted to know. Maybe if you broke his heart enough he would get over you and the stupid schoolboy crush he had. He went to bed angry that night which was never a good thing.

On set the next day, everyone was in a panic because one of the actress had come down with a stomach bug and couldn’t do her scenes with Dieter. You listened to the director complain and complain without letting you get a word in edgewise.

“Sir, I’m—”

“This just had to happen now?!” he shouted just as Dieter walked onto the set.

“What had to happen now?” Dieter asked, looking at you while also checking to see if you had any hickeys or love bites. Of course, you were smart enough to make sure they would be hidden from prying eyes.

“Dieter! Did you hear me? The actress is sick so now the director here is having a meltdown,” you told him.

“Doesn’t take much for this guy, huh?” Dieter teased.

“Wait?!” the director shouted and you both jumped.

“What?” you wondered.

He pointed at you and you immediately began shaking your head.” Oh, no, I don’t think so.”

“You can do it! You know the script as well as anyone else. Probably better than he does,” he nodded at Dieter.

“Hey!” he said, pouting.

“Sir…it’s a uh…it’s a kissing scene,” you said, lowering your voice.

“I don’t see a problem,” Dieter said excitedly. You looked around and played with your fingers nervously. “Are you worried Javi will see? Worried that he won’t wanna play house with you if he sees you kiss me?”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?!” you snapped.

“There! Use that anger,” the director yelled. “It’s an angry kiss, a passionate kiss. One of those ‘I hate that I love you’ type kisses.”

“Great,” you sighed.

“I don’t think she can do it,” Dieter simpered.

“I can so!” You shoved him before snatching the dog-eared copy of the script from the director.

“It’s page—” Dieter started.

“I know what page it is!” you snapped before storming away. You practiced the lines angrily as Dieter made his way over.

“I bet if it I was Javi you would be fine with kissing me,” he sniped.

“Why do you keep bringing him up?!”

“I saw him leaving your room last night,” he said. “And you don’t have to tell me what happened.”

“Excuse me…” You threw the script down and glared at him. “Is that what you think of me?”

“I—”

“Those drugs are really fucking up your head,” you snapped and his anger turned into sadness.

“Fuck you, man,” he said sadly and walked away.

“Fuck you too!” You picked up the script. “Let’s get this done and over with!” You shouted and everything went quiet.

You got through the lines just fine but the kiss was harder than you expected. The anger was there, the pain was there, but the kiss…You were so angry you hesitated. Hesitated until Dieter initiated the kiss by pulling you against him roughly and kissing your lips. Your anger seemed to melt away as he crushed his lips to yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your hands came up and raked through his hair just as the director yelled cut. You both backed away from each other slowly, breathing heavily.

“Is that all you need from me?” you asked the director quietly.

“Yes. Thanks.”

You only nodded and turned away only to spot Javi standing there just watching. He was stoic so you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You walked up to him and waved awkwardly.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“I thought you said you were not an actress,” Javi said.

“I’m not.”

“Then what was that?” He nodded towards the set.

“They…they just needed me to fill in for the actress. She’s sick,” you told him.

“I see.”

“Hey, listen, do you think you can tell Dieter that nothing happened between us. He saw you—”

“I saw you leaving her room last night,” Dieter said as he walked up behind you.

“And? Whatever happened is none of your business,” Javi said confidently.

“Wait, no…don’t—” You started.

“You don’t even know her!” Dieter growled.

“You think you deserve her because you do know her? You would not even know how to treat her!” Javi moved closer and you stood in his way, putting a hand on his chest.

“You don’t know a thing about me.” Now Dieter moved closer and you put a hand on his chest.

“Guys…” You pushed against them but they wouldn’t budge.

“I have the urge to punch you in your perfect fucking face,” Dieter said through his teeth.

“You do that and my men will be on you in a matter of seconds,” Javi threatened.

“Sounds like fun,” Dieter responded with a smirk.

“GUYS!” you shouted, finally getting them to look at you. “That is enough! I have had to up to here!”

“He—”

You held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it. You two need to talk. Until you do, I don’t want either of you to utter a single word to me. Fix…this.” You shoved them both and walked away. “Men…”

The two men stood there watching you walk away. Neither of them wanted to speak first. Dieter only mumbled something and walked into the house with Javi hot on his heels.

“Do not follow her,” he said. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“She doesn’t wanna talk to you either, Mr. Perfect. I wasn’t even…following her,” Dieter lied. “I just need a drink.”

“What we need to do is talk,” Javi said, following Dieter to the small bar. He watched as Dieter grabbed a small glass then put it down just to grab an entire bottle of whiskey.

“There’s nothing to talk about, man,” Dieter walked around Javi.

“Do you not want her to speak to us anymore? I know I would hate that,” Javi said.

“Sure you would especially after last night, huh?”

“Nothing happened. I went to her room to tell her something.” Javi moved into Dieter’s path. “I am telling the truth.”

Dieter took a deep breath before asking the next question. “Who the hell do you think you are, man? You come in here and sweep her off her feet and try to steal her away from me…” He shook his head.

“Steal her away? She is not yours,” Javi pointed out.

“She is mine!...I mean…my friend. She is my friend and we come here and now she hardly spends time with me because of you.” Dieter pointed at Javi then walked around him, twisting the cap off the bottle of whiskey before taking a few gulps.

“I am not doing a thing. She is a woman with her own mind. She could always tell me stop or to give her space, but she hasn’t. I am trying to make sure she gets the attention she deserves because while you all film here, most of her time is spent on other people. She deserves some time enjoying herself. That is all I’m trying to do,” Javi finished.

“I can’t lose her,” Dieter said sadly.

“You love her, don’t you?” Javi asked and Dieter laughed bitterly.

“Why would I tell you? All you’re gonna do is tell me about how much I don’t deserve her.” Dieter sat down and drank from the bottle again. “I know I'm not good enough for her…”

Javi sighed and sat beside the other man. “So you love her then?”

“Of course I do…more than anything.” Dieter sighed and held the bottle out to Javi but he put his hand up.

“No, thank you.” Javi cleared his throat and sat back on the couch. “Have you told her?”

“Are you fucking crazy? Besides, she doesn’t date actors,” Dieter said in a mocking way then scoffed. “She could never like someone like me. You, on the other hand…”

“What about me?”

“You’re perfect,” Dieter said. “Don’t let that go to your head though. I guess…I’m jealous of you and how you make her smile. You show her all these new things she hasn’t seen or done before.”

“You make her smile too. I’ve seen it. You two are so playful and familiar to each other.” Javi nodded then sighed. “May I ask you something?”

“Why not?” Dieter huffed.

“What was it like…kissing her?” Javi looked at Dieter eagerly.

Dieter shook his head. “Oh, man, like heaven on earth. Her lips are super soft, just like I knew they would be. And her taste…I dunno…it’s something special.” He closed his eyes, then smiled.

“That sounds very nice.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t real. I mean, it was, but it was only for a scene. It didn’t mean anything. Not to her, at least.” Dieter swallowed another mouthful of whiskey.

“How do you know that?” Javi asked.

“Because she likes guys like you.” Dieter gestured to him.

“She could also like guys like you.” Javi shrugged.

“Doubt it. Besides, she probably hates me by now. She’s pretty pissed at the both of us, and I hate when she’s mad…”

“Are you boys playing nice?” you asked as you walked over to where they both sat. Javi stood quickly, and Dieter sat up straight.

“We are talking like you wanted us to,” Javi answered. You looked down at Dieter who was still sitting.

“Ever heard of a glass?” you teased with a smile.

Dieter chuckled and held up the bottle. “This is a glass, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. Javi…how are you?”

“I am well,” he said with a smile.

“What now?” Dieter asked.

“Now I wanna know what the problem is between you two.” You pointed at them and they both gave you an awkward look.

“Well…it is you,” Javi said and Dieter’s eyes widened.

“Oh…” you said quietly.

“Not in a bad way,” Javi started. “It’s just…you seem to have us both under a spell.”

“I see.” You shook your head and looked at both men. “Well, what can I do?” you asked.

“You don’t have to do anything, babe,” Dieter cut in. “It’s not your fault we can only think with one head at a time.”

“That is not what we said at all,” Javi corrected. “We are both attracted to you. That’s it.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I hope neither of you feels like I’m leading you on or anything.”

“Not at all, my dear.” Javi walked over and took your hand and Dieter rolled his eyes.

“Look, I’m pretty sure you already knew how I felt about you,” Dieter pointed out. It was true but you never mentioned anything about it. You didn’t date or even sleep with the actors you worked with. “But I know how you feel about actors.”

“Well…”

“And you hardly know me so my feelings probably do not matter to you,” Javi added. You were beginning to feel overwhelmed. You closed your eyes but you still couldn’t think clearly.

“Are you trying to tell me that I have to choose?” you asked.

“What? No,” Javi said, squeezing your hand.

“I mean…” Dieter shrugged.

You took your hand from Javi’s. “I…I have to go.” You walked away without looking back.

“What the hell was that?” Dieter snapped at Javi.

“I was only being honest. Should we go after her?” he asked.

“No. We gotta give her space,” Dieter suggested.

“You are right,” Javi agreed and sat back down. “We will give her space.”

You could only lie in bed and think about what Javi told you. It was you. I mean, you had sensed that they both had felt something for you, but you never wanted to be the source of their hostility towards one another.

You sighed and squeezed your pillow a little tighter. What were you supposed to do? There was no way you were choosing one or the other. They both meant something special to you. It wasn’t strange. You did find yourself getting attached to people easily. Dieter meant a lot to you even if he was a little annoying at times and Javi, well, he meant something to you even after such a short time. There was something about him.

Both men had traits that you loved—traits that made it impossible to choose who you liked more. Was it wrong to like both at the same time? It wasn’t like you were sleeping with either of them and you probably never would. That’s not to say it hadn’t crossed your mind. It was especially true today after Dieter kissed you. You had to remind yourself that it was only for a movie and you were just a stand in. And Javi was unbelievably gorgeous. He exuded a sexual energy that you had never felt before even though he wasn’t necessarily trying to. It had been a while for you though. Maybe that’s why you were thinking of both men that way.

“Arg!” you screamed into your pillow. Why couldn’t things just be easy for you?

Dieter listened quietly through the connecting door but didn’t hear a thing except for an angry growl. He thought of knocking and asking if you were okay but he couldn’t face you right now.

He laid down with a sigh and closed his eyes. Deep down he knew that if it came down to it, you would choose Javi. He didn’t stand a chance against a man like that. Hell, even he thought Javi was hot.

Urgh…he had to think of something else before he made himself sad.

The kiss. Yes.

He smiled slyly remembering how soft your lips were, how you tasted against his tongue. He touched his lips, dragging his fingers across them slowly.

“Fuck,” he whispered, palming himself through his boxers. “Kiss me again, babe.” He puckered his lips and imagined your lips on his again. “Just like that…” He slipped his hand into his boxers and stroked himself until he was rock hard.

“You see what you do to me,” he moaned before lifting his hips to get his boxers down just enough to get his dick out. “I want you.”

He imagined you saying you wanted him too. He bit his lip as he stroked himself faster. This wasn’t the first time he’s done this to the thought of you.

You had to talk to one of them, at least, and since Dieter was closest it would have to be him first.

You rolled out of bed and walked to the connecting door. You heard a noise but figured it was just Dieter up to some shenanigans as always so you pushed the door open only to find him spread eagle on the bed touching himself. You nearly gasped out loud but clapped a hand over your mouth and closed the door until it was open just a crack.

Then you heard it—your name. He moaned your name. He was thinking of you while he touched himself.

You tiptoed back to your bed and tried to pretend you couldn’t hear him but it was so obvious. You discovered that Dieter was not a quiet man.

“Ah, fuck baby! Yeah!” he groaned.

“Damn…” you whispered.

He moaned your name again before loudly proclaiming that you were going to make him cum.

Part of you told you to cover your ears but part of you was desperate to keep listening. He groaned your name loudly and you assumed he had hit his peak.

“There it is…there it fucking is, sweetheart. Ahhhh look at that,” he moaned.

Why was that so fucking hot?

Dieter breathed heavily and looked down at the mess on his stomach. “Shit,” he huffed. It was then and only then that he noticed the door was open. Was it open before? He shrugged and sat up on the bed awkwardly, trying to ignore the strange sensation of his cum cooling on his stomach, drying in some spots.

He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. It was just about time for dinner so he thought he’d ask if you wanted to walk down together.

“Hey,” he said as he pushed the door open slightly. You sat up quickly and looked at him. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah…fine…” you said, unable to look at him directly.

“Wanna walk down to dinner together?” he asked.

“Okay.” You scooted to the end of the bed and Dieter joined you so that you both walked out of the room together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dieter asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’m fine.”

“Why won’t you look at me then?” He nudged you playfully.

“I don’t know,” you laughed. You finally looked up at him and immediately felt your face getting hot. “See? I’m looking.” You noticed how his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“Yeah…”

You both walked in silence to the staircase where Javi waited.

“May I walk with you both?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said. You noticed Javi looked a little out of sorts. His curls weren’t as neat as usual and there was something different about his demeanor. “Did you just get out of bed or something?” you teased.

“What?” Javi turned his head quickly to look at you.

“Whoa…I was only joking. Your hair is just a little…” You reached up and began fixing his curls as best as you could. He looked directly at you, his eyes boring into your very soul. “Th-There…that’s better, hm?”

“Yes, thank you,” he mumbled although he couldn’t see it.

“Dinner time, gentlemen.” You hooked your arms onto one of theirs so that they were on either side of you. Both men looked at each other then at you before looking ahead. Dinner was going to be quite interesting.

#javi gutiérrez #javi gutierrez #javi g #dieter bravo #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #headcanon

[flightlessangelwings]

WIP Wednesday

Here’s a list of what I’m actively working on along with some other things in my WIP list that are (hopefully) next up after I’m finished with these! Let me know what you’re looking forward to the most and what you’re excited to see!!!

Joel Miller smut- Right now it’s a little over 3k words of pure smut and it’s 90% done! Soft pleasure dom Joel, overstim, beard burn, praise kink and more! I’m hoping to get this one finished, edited and posted on Monday and I’m SOOOO excited to share this one!!

Here’s a few lines as a teaser:

He looked at you with a fierce look in his eyes before he groaned, “I gotta taste you again baby.”

“Now just hold onto me until you cum all over my cock, okay baby? You can do it.”

“That’s my girl,”

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Bodyguard!Din- Right now this is sitting at 3.2k words and I’m nowhere near done. But I’m loving the tension in what I’ve written so far, I just need to fill in more pining and figure out where I’m the timeline o wanna place this lol. Also based off the prompt I shared a little while ago about a knight lacing up your corset 👀👀👀 Here’s a little snippet of that scene cause I’m obsessed with how it came out! I’m hoping to have this posted after the Joel fic

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Pedro boys headcanons- I’ve got 2 that I’m working on right now: the boys when you leave a hickey on them, and the boys when they put down their gun to hug you. Not too much actually done there yet lol

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Fennec Shand smut drabble- I’ve got like 3 lines written for this lol. Basically dom!Fennec and using a whip and lots of super hot smut 😂😂😂

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3k follower prompts- I have like 5 more of these to finish and I promise I’ll get to them I just am having trouble coming up with more than just vibes for the ones I have left lol. Y’all sent in really good ones tho!!!

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Other things on my WIP list are aren’t started yet-

Steven Grant/neighbor!reader- I’ll proally open requests for this and write it as a series of fluff/spice drabbles

Tasm!Peter bartender/barista au- Again I’ll proally take requests for this after I write the first part but right now it’s just vibes lol

Several Veracruz fics (I swear I haven’t forgotten about him I just haven’t had the inspo to actually work on more!!)

Joel Miller lingerie smut

Dom!Darkling mirror sex

Will Miller cnc

Benny Miller letting you give him his number to a creep at the bar

Pegging Javi G

Joel Miller angst

#joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #fennec shand x reader #steven grant x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #comandante veracruz x reader #will miller x reader #benny miller x reader #Javi Gutiérrez x reader #jey's wips #wip wednesday #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character headcanon

[thefloorisbalaclava]

what happened to all the pedro writings?

Y'all...they're still there, just archived. I'm not updating the list anymore but nothing will be deleted. The links will not work unless you plug in my new url.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

hiii! FINALLY found your new url 😭 girl, I LOVED your frankie fanfics SO much, where are they? 🥺 please tell me that you didn't erase them forever 😥

I do plan on deleting my old masterlist when I clean up my blog but for now its still here

Heads up: i haven't changed the links to reflect my new url so you'll have to plug it in to read the fics...

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I left tumblr a while ago and I was so glad to see your posts when I came back . Silly question and feel free to not answer if it’s out of line. Did you delete your Frankie fics?

I didn't delete them yet but all the fics on that masterlist are archived and will no longer be updated. I have not updated the links to the fics either because I do plan on getting rid of the masterlist for good at some point

#i may transfer everything to ao3 #if i feel like it #there's just...so much of it

[thefloorisbalaclava]

wheres pedro masterlist? 😭

Here

None of the links are updated with my new url though! Just a heads up...

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Hello love!! Did you delete your pedro pascal masterlist?? They were some of my comfort fics 🥹💜

I didn't delete it BUT it is archived so the links will not work unless you plug in my new url. I will not be updating it myself.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

the grand tour

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: SMUT - oral sex (m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, clothed sex, woman on top, some dirty talk, dirty names (the word slut is used), creampie

A/N: This all came from the idea that Javi would wear your panties as a pocket square. I know he’s a himbo but I believe he’s also very naughty ;).

Summary: You end up at Javi’s place because of party he’s throwing. You catch his eye and get a special tour of his house.

[part two][interlude][part three][part four]

The Grand Tour masterlist 

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You noticed him before he noticed you. If anything, it looked like he was trying his best not to get noticed, but everyone knew who he was and what he did for a living.

Javi Gutiérrez.

You stared up at the balcony he was standing on hoping no one else on the beach realized how hard you were staring. His orange shirt billowed along with the breeze and his curls were caressed by the wind as well.

His hair looks so soft.

“Hey girl!” your friend said, startling you. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” She sat in the beach chair beside you and, of course, noticed that you were looking at something when she walked up. She looked up in the direction you were and smiled. “He’s throwing a party, you know?”

“What? When?” you asked.

“Tonight! Good thing I bought my red dress with me. I’m definitely gonna be catching his eye tonight,” she simpered. You laughed awkwardly along with her then sank back into your beach chair.

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“So…the guy is loaded!” your friend shouts from her bathroom across the way.

“Oh, really?” you asked as you rolled your eyes, pulling at the dress uncomfortably. You thought about putting on makeup but in this heat, it wouldn’t last long.

You and your friend walked out of your bathrooms at the same time and her mouth dropped.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked this hot before,” she said.

“Gee…thanks,” you said sarcastically.

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“Don’t even say it,” your friend said as you looked at her.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything!” you lied.

“You were about to! I know you’re not a party person blah, blah, blah…” she teased.

“Well, I’m not. And this dress is so short that I can’t even bend over in it.” You grimaced and pulled on it.

“Then don’t bend over,” she said as she parked her car. “We’re here!”

“Holy shit,” you whispered, looking out the window. You eventually got out of the car and walked up to the house. Your friend handed the guard the invitation and they showed you which way to go. Everyone seemed to be in the back of the house. There were so many people. You froze in place.

“What?” your friend asked, already batting her eyelashes at a man.

“There are so many people here,” you said.

“Duh! Come on. Let’s see if we can find Mr. Gutiérrez!” She pulled you along through the crowd. You quietly apologized to anyone you bumped into along the way. Then your friend gasped. “There he is!”

“Oh…” If you thought he was good looking from a distance, he was godlike up close. He was wearing a suit that was perfectly tailored to him and probably cost more than what you make in two months.

“I think he looked at me!” your friend exclaimed, fixing her hair quickly. When you looked at him again, he seemed to be looking at you but you quickly dropped that thought. You don’t stand out at all, especially in a crowd like this.

“Want a drink?” your friend asked and you shook your head. “Fine. I’m getting one.” She walked away, leaving you there with a perfect view of Javi. He was speaking to a few people, a crowd had gathered around him. You moved closer slowly until you could hear him. He laughed and the crowd laughed with him. He toasted to something and everyone lifted their glasses…except for you.

You looked around and that’s when you heard him.

“Do you not have a drink, my dear?” a slightly accented voice asked. You looked at Javi and he smirked. “Someone get this lovely lady a drink, please. Now.” A waiter scrambled to meet his command, making his way to you at lightning speed.

“Oh, you didn’t have to…okay. Thanks.” You awkwardly lifted your glass with everyone else. When it was time to drink, you finished yours in one swallow. You turned around, looking for your friend.

“You do not have to drink it that way. I have plenty,” the smooth voice said. You turned to find Javi Gutiérrez himself standing in front of you.

“O-Okay…yeah…” You looked at your empty glass and cleared your throat. He swiped another glass off the tray of a passing waiter smoothly and handed it to you.

“See. For you.” He smiled at you and you giggled shyly.

“Thank you…sir.” You weren’t sure what to call him.

“Sir? No, no. I’m Javi. Just Javi,” he said.

“Javi,” you repeated and he put a hand over his heart.

“Lovely.” He noticed you turning and looking for your friend again. “Are you expecting someone? A boyfriend perhaps?”

“No. My friend told me she was going to get a drink and I lost her.”

“The view from the balcony is much better,” he said and you looked at him. “To look for your friend, of course.”

You followed him into his house, well, mansion, and up the stairs. “Are you this nice and trusting to all your guests?” you asked, pausing to look at the huge paintings hanging on the wall.

“Do you like art?” he asked, appearing with two glasses of champagne seemingly out of thin air. You took one from him and nodded.

“Yeah but I can’t say I know much about it.” You sipped your champagne.

“Well…” He led you down the hall, telling you about each painting—the artist, the name of the painting, what they meant. By the time you got to the end of the hall, you were staring at him instead of the artwork. Honestly, he was a work of art himself.

“I had no idea you were so well-versed in…that.” You drank more of your champagne.

“What were you expecting of me?” he wondered and you shrugged.

“I don’t know.” To get yourself out of his gaze, you feigned interest in another room. “What’s over here?”

“My bedroom,” he said and you froze.

“Oh. And that one?”

“The library.” He was closer to you than you remembered. “Would you like to see it?”

“Yes…please.” You followed him to the closed door and he looked back at you before opening it. You walked in and gasped. “Oh wow!”

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it.” You walked along the shelves, reading the titles of some of the books.

“Those are all first editions,” he pointed out.

“Have you read them or is this just something you use to impress women?” you teased.

“I’ve read each one more than once,” he told you, moving somewhat closer. You could smell his cologne.

“Uh…is there…is there more champagne?” you asked.

“Of course there is. Would you like some?”

“I…uh…actually, I think I’ve had enough,” you said, finishing the glass in your hand and placing it on the table in front of you. It was then that you could really feel his eyes on you. The dress felt even shorter than before. You tugged on the hem and cleared your throat.

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.

“No, I’m nervous,” you confessed.

“I make you nervous?”

“Yes, Mr. Gutiérrez, you do,” you said confidently.

“Why?”

“Well, I mean, you’re Javi Gutiérrez…drug kingpin, millionaire, playboy…everything that is bad for…me…” You groaned inwardly when you realized what you said.

“Bad for you?”

“Yes. You’re more my friend’s type,” you mumbled.

“I am not your type?” He walked over to one of the windows.

“I’m not even sure I have a type.”

“Let me tell you something…” His voice sounded serious now and he was still looking out the window. “I am not a playboy. The other things…I am, yes.” He turned to you again. “Are you afraid of me?”

“I am a little. I don’t know. You are must less threatening than I thought you would be,” you laughed and he grinned. “Shouldn’t we get back to the party? Everyone must be missing you.”

“Do you want to go back down?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Not really.”

“Neither do I.” He sighed.

“But it’s your party.”

“I only do these things because it’s what everyone expects me to do,” he admitted. “I’d much rather sit in here and read a book.”

“You are full of surprises, Mr. Gutiérrez.”

“It’s Javi. And I hope those are good surprises.”

“Yes, Javi, they are.” You looked around the library as he looked at you. “Has anyone else been in here?”

“A few here and there but usually the people that come to see me are not very interested in books,” he said.

“Right. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He still watched as you paced the room.

“Are you ever afraid?” you asked.

“Sometimes, yes.”

You finally looked at him and walked closer. “You must face a lot of…danger.” The last word came out sort of breathy.

“Do you think I’m dangerous?” he asked as he closed the space between you two.

“I…I…” You just nodded.

“Do you like that?” He was so close you could feel his breath on your face.

“I think I do.” You nodded again. “I do.”

When he kissed you it felt like all sorts of nerves came to life in your body even ones you didn’t know about. You ran your fingers through his slick hair, knowing you were probably messing it up, as he backed you into one of the shelves.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you moaned quietly. You never wanted to come up for air.

When you two eventually broke apart, you could only stare at each other, wondering if you should stop this now or keep going.

“Should we stop?” he asked, running his thumb along your lip.

With a sudden burst of courage, you dragged your hand along the front of his trousers. “Should we?”

His mouth dropped open and he looked down at your hand. “No.” He began kissing at your neck but pulled away again, looking at the front of your dress. “Let me see you.” He stepped back and just looked at you.

You pulled the straps of your dress down and off your arms then removed your bra slowly. He couldn’t resist taking one in each hand and kneading them gently before sliding his thumb over your nipples repeatedly. He stopped to use both hands to hold one breast then flicked his tongue against your nipple.

“Fuck…” you said through your teeth. You looked down to watch him and he was looking up at you as he bit down. You yelped then covered your mouth.

He pulled away slowly. “No one will hear you.” He continued for a little while longer on one breast before moving to the other. “She wants attention too, hm?” He caught your nipple between his teeth and pulled slowly. When he let go, he soothed it with his tongue.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathed.

“I will stop if you want me to,” he told you.

“I don’t want to stop. I never want this to end. I just hope I’m not dreaming.” You reached down again and palmed him through his trousers. “Oh, that’s very real.”

“Yes, it is.” He watched your hand and pushed himself against it. When you dropped to your knees, he looked down at you and tilted his head. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” You slid your hands up his thighs to his belt buckle.

“I think you are…on your knees removing my belt…” he joked even though his voice trembled.

“And?” You yanked the belt out of the loops and dropped it to the floor.

“I think you are not as innocent as I thought you were.” He smirked down at you.

“What made you think I was innocent?” You unbuttoned his trousers and stopped.

“I looked at you and you kind of seemed…out of place…like you didn’t want to be here. I saw your friend, of course, but I noticed you.”

“You noticed me. I’m flattered.” You looked at the bulge in his boxer briefs. “Very flattered.”

“Promise to be gentle,” he said. “It has, uh, it has been a while.”

“Has it?” you asked in disbelief.

“I told you I am not a playboy.”

“But you’re letting this happen,” you retorted.

“So are you.” He tilted your head up by your chin. He touched your lips again. He must really like them.

“I…never do this with someone I just met,” you admitted. “But there’s something about you…” You pull on the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pull them down. Slowly, he is revealed to you—uncut, thick, and throbbing with precum beading at the tip. You reached up with both hands and wrapped them around his cock to pull back the foreskin. He hissed as his hips jerked forward.

“Careful,” he breathed.

“Okay.” You kissed the tip and he put his forehead against the bookshelf in front of him, leaning in so he got a good view of you.

“Don’t tease me. Please put your beautiful lips around me.” He placed a hand on your head and you let him guide you slowly. You took him into your mouth and he let out a choked off groan. It had been a while since you did this but you were keen on showing him what you could do. You looked up into his eyes as you took him deeper and he had to turn away.

“Don’t do that,” he begged, breathing heavily. “Unless you want me to fill your mouth before I have filled you.” It came out almost like a growl and it made your pussy clench. He grabbed your hair and pulled you off of him then forced you to stand. He claimed your lips roughly and you whimpered. “Come here.” He pulled you over to a chaise lounge.

“Fancy,” you joked.

“Get on it and bend over,” he commanded. You climbed on and looked at him. “Hands here.” He placed them on the head rest so that your ass was facing towards the end of the chair. You felt him climb on behind you and slowly pull your dress up over your ass. “How beautiful you are.” He slipped his hands under your lacy panties and grabbed two handfuls of your ass, jiggling it playfully.

You wondered if he could see how wet you were—there was no doubt in your mind that you had long soaked through your panties. He eventually pulled them down and helped you lift each knee so he could get them off of you.

“You are glistening,” he said in a low voice, dragging his finger along your slit. You could hear him suck it clean before slipping it inside you. Your back arched and you threw your head back. His finger was thick and felt so damn good.

“Spread your legs wider, please.”

“Okay.” As you did that, he adjusted himself on the chair so that he was on his back and his head was between your legs. His hair tickled your thighs and you giggled. When you looked back you noticed the door was still open. “Um…”

“What?” His breath was hot against your pussy.

“The door is wide open,” you pointed out.

“Good. If anyone comes up here they will see a beautiful woman sitting on my face. I do not mind being discovered this way. Now for a taste…” He spread you with his thumbs then used the very tip of his tongue to tease your clit.

“Oh my fucking god!”

“Do not be afraid to ride my face. That’s what I am under here for.” Then his mouth was against you and his tongue was exploring you, dipping into your entrance briefly before moving up to swirl around your clit again.

You couldn’t help but to start moving your hips, dragging your pussy along his mouth and nose. His lovely nose was perfect for rubbing your clit against. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and helped you along.

He was right, you wouldn’t mind getting caught like this. All they would see was him with his head buried between some random woman’s legs.

“Where have you been all my life?” he breathed before licking and sucking on your cunt again. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to answer or not so you just responded by riding his face faster. He dug his fingers into your ass and moaned loudly as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Javi…I’m gonna cum.” Your thighs trembled as he held you down on his face as he licked and sucked at you. Your movements against his face slowed as you came down from your peak but he wasn’t done. He wanted to get every last drop from you. “Oh, fuck! Wait, wait, wait…” You were over stimulated so you pulled yourself off his face to catch your breath.

“You’re dripping,” Javi said as he dragged his fingers up and down your slit making you jump. “Are you sure you don’t have more for me?” Then he slipped two thick fingers inside of you and you cried out.

“Ahhh…” you whined, winding your hips as he fucked you with his fingers. It was an overwhelming feeling being this overstimulated and when you came this time, you squirted, making Javi groan in pleasure and glee beneath you.

“Yes,” he hissed before slurping at you.

Eventually he slid himself from between your legs. You turned to look at him and he was touching himself staring at you bent over for him. You watched him a little while longer before standing grabbing him by his shirt. He seemed shock but he also seemed to like it. You backed him up until the backs of his knees hit the chaise lounge and he fell onto it. His back rested against the head rest and he looked up at you.

There was something so delicious about him still being fully dressed with just his dick exposed. You straddled him, pushing his hand away from his cock. You lifted your dress a little more so now the only area it was covering was your stomach. Your breasts were still exposed from when he had you against the bookshelf. He took this opportunity to play with your nipples again, swirling his tongue around one while rubbing and pinching the other. You reached behind you to grab his cock, keeping it steady as you lowered yourself onto him. His hands immediately went to the back of the couch and squeezed until his knuckles turned white. He watched you swirl your hips on him, biting his lip as he disappeared inside you.

“I want you to bounce on it,” he said.

You leaned back, reaching back to hold on to his knees and spreading your legs. He sat back and held onto the back of the head rest again as you began moving up and down on him. He threw his head back but quickly tilted his head forward again so he could watch how he slid in and out of you.

“Fuck. Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” he gasped. “Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Riding me and you hardly know me.”

“I do know you, Mr. Gutiérrez,” you purred. You began bouncing faster.

“Do you?” he asked, staring at your pussy. “Well enough to let me finish inside you?”

You looked him right in the eye. “Yes.” You felt him throb inside you as he moaned loudly. He started meeting you thrust for thrust, pushing up against you making you bounce even harder. He pressed his thumb to your clit.

“Who’s my little slut?” he asked. You could tell that it just slipped out in a moment of pleasure because he looked at you nervously.

“I am,” you answered and his eyes widened slightly. “Cum inside me, Mr. Gutiérrez.”

He pulled you against him and grabbed your ass as he pumped up into you.

“No one else is going to cum inside you. Just me,” he said and you moaned. Suddenly his hand was at your throat. “Say it.”

“Only you,” you yelped.

“Here it comes,” he growled. He let out a long, loud groan as he filled you, lifting his hips off the couch to get as deep as he could. “You will spend the rest of the night full of me.”

You lifted yourself off of him slowly, watching as a few drops of cum dripped out of you and onto his cock.

“Your trousers,” you said breathlessly, looking at the wetness you left behind.

“It doesn’t matter. I can always change.”

You climbed off of him and straightened your dress again. You bent to grab your panties but he got to them first. I forgot my pocket square tonight. He carefully folded up your panties and slipped them into his chest pocket.

“There. Pocket square.” He smiled knowingly as you stood there with your mouth wide open. He moved closer to you and wrapped one arm around you. “I would like to see you again. Many times,” he told you.

“I’d like that.” You kissed him and he moaned quietly.

“I will go change my pants and I will see you downstairs, yes?” He pulled back to look at you.

“Yes.” You smiled and he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Señora.” He touched your cheek gently before walking out. You walked out a few moments later and made your way back downstairs, finding a glass of champagne quickly.

“There you are!” your friend shouted as she approached you. “Where were you?” she asked.

“I couldn’t find you so I…gave myself a little tour of Mr. Gutiérrez’s house.” You sipped at your champagne.

“You what? How did you pull that off?” she asked.

“It was easier than you think.”

“Well…how was it? What did it look like inside?” she urged.

You grinned and turned to look up at the balcony where Javi stood. He was already watching you. He nodded at you then winked.

“It was beyond anything I could have ever imagined,” you said.

“Really?”

You nodded. “The library especially.”

“The library. You’re such a nerd,” she teased.

“Yup. I guess I am.” You snuck another look at Javi.

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

poolside playtime

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Words: 1,491

Warnings: body worship, praise kink, semi-public sex, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), titty fucking, cum play

Summary: Applying sunblock to Javi’s body leads to so much more.

A/N: I’m dedicating this to my dear @fireproofmarta​ as a congrats for passing her exam. Also the lovely fanna banana @pedrorascal​ who chatted with me about that deleted scene and gave me some thots about it!

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Javi is a beautiful man. He did not believe this and when you praise him and his body, he turns redder than a ripe caqui fruit that grows in Autumn.

Every morning you typically find him out on the balcony outside the bedroom, already dressed and deep in thought. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around him. He hums his happiness and you almost miss it, the light breeze carrying it away.

“Good morning, my love,” he says quietly. “I thought I would let you sleep.” He turns to you and your eyes land on the exposed area of his chest, littered lightly with freckles from the sun. You slowly work the rest of the buttons loose, letting his shirt fall open.

“Good morning,” you purr before kissing his chest. You slowly drag your nails down his chest and along his stomach. He chuckles and sighs, hiding his blush by turning his head away. “You truly are the loveliest man I have ever seen.”

“My love…” he says sheepishly.

“Let me praise you, worship you,” you say, looking up at me.

“No, that is for me to do to you.” He grabs your hands and kisses each one.

“I can return the favor. Are you telling me you don’t enjoy when I kiss along your stomach…” You drop to your knees and Javi gasps, leaning against the balcony railing. “…and bite…” You bite down on the softness of his tummy and he hisses. You nuzzle it better as he reaches down and smooths your hair back. “Kiss at your happy trail…”

“How are you so naughty first thing in the morning?” he asks. He makes you stand, ignoring the fact that he is hard from your ministrations.

“I just love enjoying you,” you tell him.

“Come. Let’s have breakfast.”

After breakfast, Javi does his second favorite thing—relaxing in the pool. You find him with his eyes closed, floating lazily in his pool lounger.

“Sunblock?” you ask and he opens one eye.

“I was hoping you would do the honors,” he says with a telling smirk.

“In the pool?” you ask.

“Why not? I have the lotion just here.” He reaches into one of the cup holders and pulls out the bottle. He then opens both eyes to take in the way you look in your bathing suit. You openly ogle him. “Are you coming?” he asks.

“Make me?” you tease and he chuckles. You step into the pool and swim over to where he floats. He hands you the bottle of sunblock and you squeeze some directly onto his chest. He trembles and you laugh.

“Cold,” he murmurs.

You begin to rub the lotion in, purposely leaving his stomach and thighs for last.

“My Javi…” you whisper as you finally rub the lotion along his stomach. He watches your hands then shifts his gaze to your face, taking in the way you are completely hypnotized by spreading the lotion over him. His stomach rises and falls with each breath and his breath comes a little quicker as your hands move lower. You trail your hand along the waistband of his trunks. With anyone else he would be embarrassed by how these subtle touches got him hard, but with you he did not mind.

His stomach had a slight sheen to it now from the sunblock. You playfully drag your nails up and down the softness of his stomach, spending extra time at his happy trail.

“How lovely you are, Javi,” you praise. You pick up the bottle again and squirt some on each thigh. His breath hitches as you gently touch his thigh. You slowly hitch each side of the trunks up his thighs higher. You pretend not to notice the prominent bulge between his legs.

“Lovely legs,” you giggle as you begin rubbing the lotion in, purposely sliding up as far as you can before moving your hands away again. You look into his eyes as you move your hands up again and sneak your fingers up the trunks, brushing against his balls light.

“Fuck,” he says quietly. You move to the other side of the lounger and begin to rub the other thigh. Making sure your fingers brush against his balls a little more.

“All done,” you quip as you move your hands away.

He takes a few breaths. “I need to get out.” Without another word he moves himself to the edge of the pool and climbs out. He walks on weak legs to one of the chairs around the pool. You follow, grinning at how he tries to adjust his trunks around his boner.

“What’s wrong, Javi?” you ask innocently.

“I believe you know the answer to that,” he says, lounging casually. You kneel beside his chair and he immediately worries. “Your knees will hurt. Here.” He grabs a towel and folds it a few times before handing it to you.

“Thanks, baby.” You kiss his thigh, ignoring the slightly weird taste of sunblock on your lips. You look at him as you place your hands on his thighs. You slide them up and down, worshipping his thighs silently.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Enjoying you. Wanna know something?”

“Hm?” He looks at you.

“I love crawling between your legs, making you spread them as I kiss my way up to your cock.”

“We are outside, my love.”

“We are at home.” You wait for his response.

He looks around then sits up, tapping the space between his legs. You stand then kneel on the chair. He lays back again and you immediately kiss up one of his inner thighs, sliding his trunks aside so you can dip your tongue in against his balls. You move to the other side and do the exact same thing. Your fingers pull at the elastic waistband, letting go and letting it snap against his stomach. You finally reach in and find his cock—hard and velvety smooth.

“I love the way it feels in my hand,” you say, stroking him with his foreskin. You pull your hand out then lean in to kiss at his stomach as you pull on his waistband again. He lifts his hips then you pull his trunks down just enough to let his dick spring out, the tip touching between your breasts, leaving a small trail of precum. You nibble and kiss at his stomach more, moving lower again, making sure to press against his cock as you do. It finally hits your chin and you pull back just a few inches more and rest your lips against it.

You look up into his eyes as you gently pull his foreskin back just enough while dipping your tongue in, playing with the tip. Once it’s fully pulled back, you take his cock into your mouth and bob your head up and few times before pulling away and watch it throb and twitch on its own.

“So beautiful…” you tell him before spitting on it. “So smooth yet hard…” You move up just a little, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them around his dick. He gets impatient and begins pump himself between your breasts. “Oh, look at you go, handsome.”

“Yeah?” He grabs the edges of the chair tightly as he pumps a little faster, wanting to touch your chin each time. You spit down onto his cock again, making him even slicker than he was.

Your hands keep your breasts tight against him. You moan at the feeling of him fucking your tits, puckering your lips so you give the tip a kiss each time he thrusts up.

“Tell me what you want,” Javi grunts.

“Cum all over my tits,” you whine. “Fuck them and cum all over them.”

“Whatever you wish, my love.” He pumps faster and you feel him tense then stop before the warm spurts begin hitting your chin and breasts. You tilt your head down to get some on your lips as well then pull back to let him stroke the rest out himself. His cum drips from your chin back onto his cock which you quickly lick off him causing him to whine.

He falls back against the chair breathing heavily. “What do you do to me?” he asks breathlessly.

You giggle and rub on his tummy as his cum dries against you. “I just can’t resist my beautiful man.”

He chuckles shyly as he lifts his hips and pulls his trunks back up. “Look at that mess,” he says as he surveys you.

“I think I need a shower.” Your eyes drift over to the outside shower Javi had built because he doesn’t like tracking chlorinated water through the house. He follows your gaze and smirks.

“Are you hinting at something?” he asks.

“Wanna shower with me?”

He sits up and drags his finger through his cum that is quickly drying against your skin. “You know I can never say no to you.”

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

hidden pleasures

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT - use of a sex toy in public, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight praise kink. I hope Javi isn’t too OOC.

Summary: You and Javi are hosting a dinner party and he wants to make things a little more interesting to get you both through the night.

A/N: I dunno what this is. I blame @fireproofmarta​

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Javi adjusted his tie in the mirror as you stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. You walked over and stood beside him, watching him in the mirror.

“Come here, baby,” you said, and he turned around, grinning at you. You untied his tie and threw it on the bed then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. “There.”

“People might see my hickeys from last night,” he warned.

“I don’t see a problem with that, do you?” You kissed his lips, and he shook his head. “Good.” You walked to your dresser to get a pair of panties. You picked a black lacy pair that he really liked.

“No,” he said, and you turned to look at him.

“Another pair? The red ones?”

He shook his head. “None.”

“None?”

“For me?” He gave you a look that made it hard for you to deny him anything. He had such a sweet and innocent way about him, but you knew all about his other side—the side that was only shared with you.

“Okay, for you.” You let your towel fall to the floor then walked over to grab your dress. Javi picked out just for you. He watched intently as you slipped it on, eyeing your leg that was almost fully revealed by the long slit.

“It fits you perfectly. Let me help you put your shoes on,” he said. You sat on the end of the bed and waited while he grabbed the shoes—something else he bought for you. “Here we are.” He knelt in front of you and grabbed one of your legs. It seemed to hypnotize him, and he couldn’t help but press a few kisses to your calf before slipping the shoe onto your foot and securing the strap. You playfully spread your legs a little more, revealing yourself to him.

“Is that why you don’t want me to wear panties?” you teased. You noticed the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips as he fumbled with the other shoe. When he finished, you tried to close your legs, but he grabbed your thighs.

“You are a sight to behold…” he murmured.

“Javi…baby, we’re gonna be late.” You knew that look in his eyes.

“I do not care. It is my party.” He spread your legs more so his head would fit between your legs, and, in a flash, it was. He swirled his tongue around you expertly and you cried out his name.

“God, your fucking tongue…” you moaned, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but not wanting to mess up the perfect curls. “Fuck, Javi, you’re gonna make me cum already.”

But he pulled away.

“No,” he breathed, licking his lips. He pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his mustache clean. “I have an idea.” He stood and walked over to his bedside table. When he knelt in front of you again, you noticed the small toy in his hand.

“Oh, you wanna make me cum that way, huh?” You bit your lip.

“I do but…I want you to keep this inside you all night and I will control it.” He held up his phone.

“We’re gonna be around people all night,” you complained.

“I know, that’s why it is fun,” he said cheerfully as he spread your legs again. He was able to slide the vibrator into you easily thanks to his earlier ministrations. “Now, let’s see if…” He touched the screen on his phone and the toy came to life inside you, making you cry out.

“Oh fuck!” You squirmed on the bed, and he stopped.

“I hope you do not plan on doing that in front of the guests,” he teased, standing, and offering you his hand.

“Shut up,” you giggled as you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet. You fell right into his arms, and he chuckled.

“Let’s get this night over with, hm?” he asked, and you nodded before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Javi was good at being around crowds of people. It was like he knew everyone. He greeted them and had conversations with a few, introducing you proudly. You noticed he pulled his phone out at one point but thought nothing of it until the toy began vibrating inside you causing you to spill the champagne you were holding.

“Oh…oh…I’m so…SORRY!” you said loudly.

“Mi amor, is everything okay?” he asked innocently, quickly taking the empty champagne glass from you as the guests you two were talking to looked on in concern.

“E-Everything is fine. Thanks, sweetie,” you said, giving Javi a knowing glance. When the guests walked away, you squeezed his hand and yanked him closer. “Couldn’t you have waited until we were sitting down?” The toy vibrated again, and you clung onto his arm desperately.

“No,” he chuckled.

“I’m gonna get you back for this…Mr. Gutiérrez,” you whispered in his ear. He tensed and you smiled knowing just how much he loved hearing you say that.

He turned his head to you and his nose touched yours. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he only spoke. “Until then I will have my fun.” The vibration made your knees weak, and you held onto him even tighter. “Don’t worry, I am right here.”

You walked on wobbly legs, hand-in-hand with Javi into the dining hall. Realistically, he was supposed to sit at one end and you at the other, but that was too formal for him. Instead, you two sat at the middle of the table with your guests surrounding you.

Once dinner was served, people ate and talked, every now and then leaning over to speak to you or Javi.

Javi’s hand rested on your bare thigh, inching ever higher as the night went on. You sipped at your champagne, nearly choking on it when you felt the vibration inside you again.

“Can you not do it while I’m drinking, Javi?” you said, smiling brightly at the guest across from you.

“I did not mean to do it that time. I am sorry,” he said. You looked at him and could tell he was sincere. “Sorry,” he repeated. He gave you a sweet kiss and there were a few ‘awws’ that rippled through the room. His lips were still pressed to yours when you felt it inside you again. You whimpered against his lips and gripped the tablecloth so tightly you could have torn a hole in it.

“Javi…” you whispered against his lips. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“I do not see the issue here,” he teased, trailing his hand even higher up your thigh. He stopped and went wide-eyed when he felt the wetness on your thighs. “Is that…”

“Your fault? Yes. The seat is probably soaked through,” you hissed, and Javi laughed.

“It can be cleaned.”

The night carried on and eventually the last few guests filtered out the door. Javi said goodnight to the guards and walked upstairs with you.

“You did a good job tonight,” he told you as he removed his suit jacket.

“Just…unzip me, please.”

Javi moved to stand behind you and held you by the waist with one arm while unzipping your dress. He kissed the back of your neck then moved away a little to let the dress fall to your ankles. He pressed himself against you again and wrapped both arms around you. You looked down and noticed the phone in his hand.

“Now you can cum,” he said, slowly increasing the power of the vibrator while holding onto you. Your body squirmed and jerked in his arms, your ass grinding against his crotch.

You cried out, your legs nearly giving out under you. But Javi had you in his grip and was not letting go—not until you sang for him.

And you did. It was a song you only sang for him, full of wails and whimpers of his name, a few curses, and squealing. It was a discordant tune, but he loved it all the same because it was for him.

You felt the evidence of your orgasm dripping down your thighs. Javi helped you over to the bed, lying you down gently. He kissed you as he removed the toy. You whimpered again.

He held the toy and looked at the mess you had left. “My, my…” he tsked before licking at the toy, tasting you. His eyes closed in pleasure as he licked, sucked, and slurped at the vibrator, making sure he got every last drop of you off it.

You looked at him kneeling between your legs and noticed the growing bulge in his slacks. You used your foot to rub it. He grunted and threw the toy aside.

“What are you doing?” he asked while looking directly at what you were doing.

“I want it. I want you,” you said.

“Yes?” He made quick work of his clothes, stripping down until he was left in nothing but his briefs, his cock straining the material. “May I have you…from behind tonight?” he asked politely.

“Yes, Javi.” You rolled over and bent over, laying your head on the pillows so your ass was in the air. You looked back and watched as he climbed onto the bed behind you. He pulled the briefs down slowly and his cock sprung free, hitting your ass lightly. He didn’t bother standing to take the briefs off completely, he got them down to his knees and that was enough.

He licked his hand and rubbed your clit as he lined himself up and slid inside you. You were still sensitive from the orgasm he gave you with the toy.

“Oh, fuck me,” you moaned.

“How?” he asked, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still.

“Hard,” you said, and he throbbed inside you. He pulled out then slammed back in making your eyes roll back.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Fuck yes. Fuck me, please,” you begged.

“Arm,” he said, and you moved one arm behind your back. He held onto it as he began a brutal but pleasurable pace.

“Ohhhh myyy goddddd,” you cried as he fucked you.

“You feel so good on my cock,” Javi growled.

“Fuck me, Mr. Gutiérrez!” You arched your back for him, and he pulled out before thrusting back in deep and keeping himself still. “Please…”

“Please what?” he breathed.

“Please move, Javi,” you begged, trying to move on him. Suddenly, he pulled you up by your arm and held you against him, his chest pressed to your back and his lips on the shell of your ear.

“You want me to move?” he asked, grinding himself against you so that his dick rubbed against that sweet spot inside you. But he still wouldn’t thrust.

“Yes please! I need it…I need you.”

“Oh, my love, you have no idea how badly I need you.” He finally began thrusting slowly as he held you tightly. You moved with him, reaching back to dig your fingers into his thighs. He reached up and turned your head so he could kiss you. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you, Javi,” you moaned, and he closed his eyes as he began fucking you faster.

“Let me fill you,” he grunted. You nodded and moved back against him as he thrusted into you.

“Cum Javi. Fill me.” You moved your hands up his thighs and found the flesh of his ass, digging your fingers in. He groaned loudly and you knew he was close. He pushed you forward gently, so you were flat on your stomach, and he followed so he stayed inside you. He was straddling your thighs now, his cock deep inside you.

After a few thrusts, he laid his body against yours and put his hands over yours, lacing your fingers with his. All his weight was on you but in the best way.

Eventually, he pressed as deep as he could and cried out as he filled you. He rolled onto his side, taking you with him as he continued filling you.

“Do you feel me?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded weakly. “Yes, Javi, I feel you. I feel you filling me deep inside.” You tightened yourself around him.

His dick throbbed inside you, and he moaned in surprise as he came more. “So greedy tonight, hm?”

You moved away from him and pushed him onto his back then climbed on top of him.

“I am done for now, my love. I am afraid you will not get much from me.”

“I know.” You smiled down at him as you started to slide yourself along his softening cock. He hissed in overstimulation but held onto your hips as you got yourself off against his cock. “You don’t have to be inside me to get me off.” You put your hands on his chest as you rubbed yourself faster against him, the head of his cock bumping your clit each time.

He winced slightly but still pushed up against you, giving you his cock. He loved watching you get off. Suddenly, you cried out and he felt a rush of wetness.

“Yes, yes, my love. So good,” he praised. You collapsed against him, resting your head on his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing your back.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I’m fantastic.” You kissed his chest then smiled up at him. “I don’t wanna move.”

“You don’t have to. Rest.” He kissed the top of your head.

There was nothing quite like falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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