#javi gutierrez fic

[pascalssbabyy]

Birthday Interruptions

Pairing: Javi Gutiarrez x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You’re Javi’s assistant and organise a party to celebrate his birthday. However, amongst all the music and entertainment, Javi’s too focused on unwrapping his birthday present early, which of course, happens to be you.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, mdni, no use of y/n, no age mentioned, brief description of reader (she has hair that can be pulled and she also wears makeup), alcohol consumption, soft!Javi, but also slight dom!Javi, fingering, f!oral, P in V, unprotected sex, mirror sex, creampie, soft ending 🥹

I’m so excited to finally be sharing this with all of you! Javi Gutierrez has the warmest place in my heart and I had to write about him. Please let me know your thoughts and I hope you all enjoy this very smutty little drabble!

The biggest shoutout to @schnarfer for her continuous support and helping me with this! Forever grateful 💕

Javi’s been watching you all night.

And it wasn’t quick looks in your direction or subtle glances.

You’re standing in the corner of the room and the party’s already in full swing. Your eyes focus on the busy crowd, nervous palms smoothing out the creases in your dress and clutching onto your champagne flute. You slowly lift the glass up to your lips and take a sip, the mixture of fruity flavours and acidic bubbles bursting all over your tastebuds.

The sound of music and voices fills the open space. There’s a round of applause and laughter as it decorates the night sky, the clinking of bottles and the tapping of heels echoes in your ear drums, the scattering of fairy lights shining and displaying the beauty of Javi’s home.

You stay back and observe him while he weaves through the busy crowd. You breathe in heavily, smiling at the broadness of his back, his shoulders flexing and covered in a dark, forest green blazer, with his shirt unbuttoned underneath, revealing a glimpse of his sun-kissed chest. His hair was partially slicked back with gel, his beard neatly trimmed and soft curls resting on the nape of his neck.

You’re weak at the knees, unconsciously clenching your thighs together.

Lucas is standing next to you as you both delve into simple conversation. You’re trying so hard to concentrate, eyes reading and mapping out the movements of his lips to help understand the words that leave them, but you can’t. You need Javi. You have to have him, right now.

A warmth travels up your spine and the hairs on your arms stand up, the scent of vetiver and amber opening up your nostrils and filling your lungs. A large hand suddenly caresses your lower back, and you shiver.

Lucas’s eyes widen, raising his glass up in celebration. “Javi!” He says, his smile full and joyful. “Nice to finally see you, happy birthday my friend.”

“Thank you, Lucas,” Javi answers, also lifting his glass towards Lucas as they both take an honourable sip of their champagne. “Glad you could make it.”

“What, and miss this?” Lucas continues, moving his gaze over Javi’s shoulder and checking the crowd. “Place is looking great cousin, you’ve done a real good job.”

Javi chuckles, giving your hip a firm squeeze. “I wish I could say that I helped in making all of this happen but…then I’d be lying. It’s this one you should be complimenting.” Javi pulls you closer, his whole hand now wrapped around your waist and giving you a nudge, “Done all the planning and organising herself.”

Lucas raises his eyebrows and smirks at you. “She’s too good for you Javi.” He sneers, winking at you.

“She’s done an incredible job,” Javi applauds, “always working hard for me.”

Javi was never one for missing an opportunity to congratulate you on your efforts and hard work. He adored you; he knew how much of your life you put into him and his profession, and he loved showing you his appreciation.

This appreciation of course, would come in many different forms.

“You better have a birthday speech tucked away in that blazer Javi,” Lucas says, pulling you out of your daydream. “You know we’re all expecting one.”

Javi pauses, his hold on your waist dropping to the curve of your backside. “It’s funny you say that…” he says, his eyes darkening, “that’s the reason I came over here.”

He gives your ass a small squeeze.

“I do have a speech planned out, however…” He looks directly at you. “There are just parts of it I’m not too happy with. Thought I could run through my ideas with you.”

You nod with hidden urgency. “Of course Javi, that’s what I’m here for.”

A few moments later you’re both saying goodbye to Lucas and making your way towards the house, his hand gently ushering you through the crowd of people.

He stops in his tracks, lips ghosting over your ear.

“Go upstairs mi amor. I’ll be there in 5.”

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Javi pushes the door open with a firm shove, his mouth attacking yours in a fervour and fingers threading through your hair as his strong frame leads you further into his bathroom, the back of your thighs hitting the marbled corner of his sink.

You gasp at the coldness on your fiery skin, lips parting and breaking away from his mouth. Javi is relentless, moving his kisses to your blushed cheeks and lower to your jaw and neck, sucking lightly on your skin that pulses rapidly against his lips and tongue.

Gripping onto his shoulders you throw your head back, giving him more access to you as you moan out his name and claw at his back. Your eyes flutter closed from his marking, his lips continuing to suck and teeth biting at your sweet spot.

You wish this could last the rest of the night, but Javi has people waiting for him, and soon, his guests will be wondering where he’d gone to. His absence away will lead to suspicion, and suspicion could lead with you both getting caught. It hurts, but this has to be quick, so with palms flat on his chest you force him away, fumbling with his belt buckle and frantic fingers yanking at his belt loops, his blown-out pupils watching you intensely.

“Javi.” You warn, “baby we have to be—”

“Quick,” He softly interrupts, “I know cariño, I know.”

Freeing his belt you pull down his zipper, your hand palming his growing cock over his boxers, feeling the hardening shape of him in your small hold.

“See what you do to me.” Javi murmurs, his lips skimming across your shoulder, “Can you feel how hard you make me. Bebé, you have no idea how badly I want you.”

Javi wraps his arms around your back, pressing his erection into your stomach and groaning at the relief it gives him. He’s so close, your body trapped between his grasp and the sink behind you.

“You’re so beautiful…” Javi says, his eyes raking over the top of your dress, the material tight against your breasts, hips and waist. “You look stunning in this dress querida.”

“It’s for you Javi. I wore it tonight, for you.”

He likes that. “Is that right?” He drags his eyes over your dress again and up to your lips. “You wore this dress for me? Is this my little birthday treat?”

Your heart quickens, and all you can do is stand there, motionless, staring at his mouth, licking your own in anticipation.

Javi smirks at you, cocking his eyebrows, his index finger follows the strap of your dress.

“Mmm, as much as I love this on you…” He murmurs, sliding the strap off your shoulder, the top of your breasts peeking out of the sweetheart neckline.

“I think it’ll be much prettier if I wasn’t on you at all. Don’t you think?”

You shudder.

He stares at you in wonder, his touch showing more of your bare and delicate skin. “You gonna be good and let me unwrap my birthday present?”

Yes. Fuck, please take it off.

Javi’s hands move to your half-covered breasts, squeezing them, swiping and pinching his digits over your nipples as they harden under his touch. He tugs at the thin strap that still rests on your shoulder, staring at your collarbone.

The material brushes lightly over your breasts and waist until it pools around your feet, kicking the fabric to the side with your heel.

“Fuck, look at you,” he gazes, taking all of you in, “and no bra too. You’re just begging for it, aren’t you hermosa.”

You’re already throbbing, body now completely bare except for the black thong that covers your sex. There’s a rush twisting in the pit of your core from the way you’re standing so exposed like this, so naked in front of him when he’s still fully clothed.

It excites you.

Reaching up to his blazer you remove it quickly, hungry eyes gaping at the spread of his chest and arms. You rub your thighs together, arousal seeping over your underwear and through the material, the fabric wrecked and sticking to your puffy folds and swollen clit.

You want him. You need him, now.

Javi’s hand follows the curve of your hips and inches closer to your anticipating sensitivity. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your thong, wetting the tip of his digits with your juices.

You clutch onto his shirt, eyes widening and squealing at the sensation, moans leaving your mouth in erratic sobs of pleasure. Javi opens you up with two fingers and slips one past your entrance. Fuck you’re completely soaked for him, the squelching sound of your arousal filling the room as he curls his finger upwards and adds a second finger, moving them in a slow and almost painful rhythm.

“Always so wet bebé. I’ll never get enough of how messy this pussy gets for me.”

“Please, Javi.”

His eyes close, getting lost in the warmth and slickness of your walls hugging his fingers. “Cariño, I know I said we were gonna be quick but I need to savour this. I have to taste you.”

Javi’s on his knees before you can acknowledge his words, his fingers moving your thong to the side and mouth delving into your folds, his tongue and lips sucking on your clit.

He grunts into your pussy and inhales your scent, the tip of his tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves as he keeps your legs spread apart, your hands knotting and messing his hair as you rub your cunt on his face.

“You have the prettiest pussy,” You hear him say, his words muffled, “so sensitive bebé.”

He licks at your arousal that seeps out of you, collecting it all on his tongue, the tip of his fingers fucking you and stroking your g-spot.

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimper, eyes moving towards the bathroom door. “I don’t wanna wait—I need more. W-want you to fuck me. Give me your cock, please.”

He removes his lips from you with a final suck on your clit, rising back onto his feet and lowering his trousers and boxers in a fast and hasty motion. His cock bounces up to his stomach, his length throbbing, his head red and responsive and his slit weeping.

“Tasted so good cariño,” He breathes, his lips and moustache wet and glossy with your arousal. “You want me to fuck you now? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes please.” You whimper, turning your body around and bracing your hands on the counter, opening your legs wider and bending your back, moving your ass closer to his cock. Your eyes watch his every move in the mirror.

He drags your panties down your legs before the tip of his cock notches at your entrance, rubbing his whole length along your pussy and covering himself with your sweetness.

“You know I love hearing those noises you make for me.” He coos, eyeing you in the reflection, “But I need you to be good and stay quiet. Think you can do that? Think you can behave when I fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Y-yes Javi.” You choke out. “Please. Give it to me, I can be quiet, I’ll be so good—”

Your voice cuts off as Javi fills you in one deep thrust, his groin making contact with the curve of your ass. You gasp out in shock and surprise, eyes rolling back at the burning sting trickling down your skin.

“That’s it.” He praises, swirling his hips as his tip reaches deeper, “Feel me. Feel how much my cock fills this small cunt.”

Your breathing is quick, your walls pulsing around his length as you try to adjust to his large size.

“Fuck you’re tight,” Javi grits, fingers digging into your hips. “How am I supposed to last when you feel like this. You’re choking me baby.”

“Relax for me.”

He slowly pulls his length out when he feels your walls loosen around him, starting at a hurried pace and driving back into you hard.

It’s overwhelming. Your weight falls onto your elbows, the power of Javi’s movements causing tears to prick on your lash line, that coil in your stomach building up and spewing over.

“Taking me so well querida,” He purrs, “doing so good for me.”

Skin slaps against skin, hands gripping onto the marble counter as you lose yourself in him, your mind completely fogged and vision blurred by bliss.

Javi hauls you up and presses his chest against your back, holding onto your jaw with a firm grasp, directing your gaze so you’re watching yourself in the mirror.

“Look—“ Javi grunts. “Open your eyes and watch yourself hermosa. This cock fucks you good, don’t it. Can’t even speak she’s so fucked out. Shit—tell me how good I’m making you feel.“

“S-so good Javi. Feels so good.”

You fix your stare on the reflection in the mirror, your cheeks crimson and make-up smudged, your skin hot and hair knotty, Javi’s body continuing to move quickly and steady behind you.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. Keep your eyes on me and watch how I fuck you. Wanna watch you come apart on my cock.”

Javi focuses on where you’re connected, his mouths agape as he groans out, watching his cock plunge into your spent cunt, his dick saturated and glistening, your juices running down his thighs and wetting the coarse hairs.

“Christ it just keeps coming bebé,” He chuckles breathlessly, “Shit you’re so wet, fucking perfecta.”

Javi lifts up your leg and rests your knee on the edge of the counter, his cock delving even further inside your walls.

“Fuck—Javi!” You shout, hand outstretched and holding onto the back of his neck.

He bites your earlobe and you can feel his smile on your skin. “So much for being quiet mi amor. You gonna let everyone know who’s fucking you this good? You gonna scream it out of everyone to hear?”

You suck on your bottom lip, mumbling your whines and moans as they threaten to pour over.

He touches you everywhere. His hands kneading and circling your hard nipples, his tongue licking your salty skin, fingers threading through your hair and yanking it into a makeshift ponytail.

“That’s it princesa,” Javi praises. “I can feel you’re close, sucking me so tight. You gonna come for me?“

“Yes…,” You cry out, “M’so close Javi. P-please don’t stop.”

“Never bebé. Never going another day without seeing you like this. Go on, show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”

Javi’s holds you steady when he knows your body’s about to shake and fall, his strong arms wrapping around and fingers lowering to toy with your clit and glide his digits through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck…Javi—”

Your climax hits you without any warning, body trembling and legs weak. Javi’s voice is warm and soft, coaxing you through your orgasm. You watch him in the reflection as you release more of yourself all over his length, coming with a silent cry and gushing on him with more of your juices.

“What did I do to deserve you,” Javi murmurs. “Shit, you feel heavenly.”

Javi’s temples drip with sweat, his curls falling onto the dampened skin of his forehead. His eyebrows furrow and his nose crinkles in concentration, his thrusts becoming sloppy, your walls pulling him closer to his own release.

“Buena niña. Fuck, I’m gonna come.“

“Inside,” You whisper, “Come inside me Javi.”

With one last shove of his cock, Javi’s hips still as he spills himself inside you, his thighs quivering and painting your walls with his hot come.

He chants your name, his body going limp and collapsing on you, his voice wavering and fanning across the back of your neck.

Javi stays nestled inside you, lips kissing your shoulder blade, his hot breath fanning across your skin and hands rubbing up and down your arms.

He winces when he pulls himself out of you, his come leaking out and dripping down your thighs.

He licks the inside of your mouth when you turn around to face him, gasping out at the feel of his fingers inching between your legs, collecting his come on his fingers and pushing it back inside you.

“Come on,” He sighs, “let’s clean ourselves up.”

You both freshen up and get redressed, fixing your make-up and the mascara that’s smudged under your eyes. The clanking of a belt buckle is heard behind you as you thread your fingers through your hair, removing the tangles from Javi’s tenacious grip.

You haven’t looked at Javi, and when your head perks up towards him, he’s already staring at you, his eyes wide and smile gentle.

“Fuck you’re gonna be trouble for me hermosa. You expect me to go back down after that?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring his words, but you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. “Did you really have a speech planned? Or was that an excuse to get us away from everyone?”

“I do have a speech planned,” he laughs, moving towards you and placing a kiss on the side of your cheek, staring back at you in the mirror. “I just really needed to have you to myself, just for a little while.”

You hum. “Well it definitely worked.”

“I knew it would,” he teases, flashing you the most joyful smile. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you.”

Slicking back the curls at the front of his face you kiss his lips one last time.

“Never. Happy Birthday Javi.”

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 19- Somnophilia

Javi Gutierrez x gn!reader

Word count- 1k

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, he looked delicious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That I do… Ohh…”

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

“Fuck… Amor…”

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

“Amor… I’m…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[absurdthirst]

Barista to Sugar Baby {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 19.3k

Warnings: Sugar baby/daddy relationship, foot fetish, reader wearing high heels, fake dating, pool sex, unprotected sex, foot job, oral sex (female receiving), confessions

Comments: Coming to your coffee shop everyday because you have become the muse for his next script, Javi G offers you the deal of a lifetime. Becoming his sugar baby. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Pulling into the empty parking spot, Javi gets out of his Ferrari that he had shipped over from Mallorca. He grabs his laptop and notebook before locking the car and making his way to his favorite cafe. It’s small, relatively quiet for Venice Beach and it just so happens to have his latest muse working there: you. 

He sits down at his regular table, opening his laptop and notebook ready to take notes when you come over, a smile on your face. “Hey stranger. Double espresso and a pan au chocolat?” You assume and he chuckles, nodding before you walk off to get his order. He watches you go, taking note of your gait and the sway of your hips. When you return with his coffee and pastry, you set it down and smile at him again, making his stomach twist. “One of these days you’re gonna order something different.” You tease, “and I’m still gonna get you that exact order out of habit.”

Javi laughs, enjoying the way that your eyes sparkle and the flash of your teeth as you smile. It’s genuine, not just a smile to get a larger tip. Although, you already know that he’s going to be leaving you a tip larger than the bill. While he didn’t understand American tipping, when in Rome…”And when you do, I won’t complain.” He teases back, flashing his own bright smile back at you, imagining this scene in the new screenplay he is writing.

“That’s a good thing. No refunds allowed here. Boss’s orders.” You joke, enjoy his scoff, knowing he’s witnessed your boss being an asshole to staff in front of the customers. You bite your lip, wondering if you should be rude and ask but the curiosity has been eating away at you. “What are you writing?” You ask, hoping he isn’t offended.

“Oh.” Leaning back in surprise, he looks down at the laptop and then back up at you. “I am working on my next script.” He explains. “I- write scripts- have written scripts and the last one did so well, I’m hoping this one does too.” He’s flustering slightly, well aware that he finds you very attractive and that the reason that he is here is so he can observe you for the character in his movie. “Have you seen Nic Cage’s newest movie?” He asks, wondering what you thought of it. Or if it had appealed to you.

You nod, “are you kidding? I love Nic Cage. I think I’ve seen every single movie of his…including the Croods.” You confess, a little flustered. “When I heard he had a new movie out, I was there at midnight. I can watch Peggy Sue Got Married over and over again.” You admit, having been a movie nerd while growing up, obsessed with the costume design.

Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect. “Really?” His eyes light up and grins up at you. “I love Peggy Sue Got Married. So the movie that Nic was in - I wrote that with him.” He tells you excitedly. “Javi Gutierrez, that’s me.” He doesn’t want to brag, but he is extremely excited that you know the movie and he can talk about it with you. Since parting ways with Gabriella - she didn’t want to stay in America - he has been surprised by his attraction to you.

Your eyes widen, “you wrote that? Wow. I- that’s incredible. You must love being around all the movie production and cast and -” 

Your boss cuts you off, coming back over to you, “enough chit chat. You’ve got tables to clean.” 

Your smile falls and you turn to look at Javi, offering him a small shrug. “Hey. Can I talk to you about some extra shifts?” You ask your boss quietly.

Javi watches you talk to your boss, not particularly caring for the way that the man was speaking to you. He was brash, too abrupt, making your eyes dim slightly. Your shoulders round, obviously not happy with what you are hearing and you nod meekly, a gesture Javi was very accustomed to when he was dealing with his cousin Lucas. You turned and went back to the kitchen, making him wonder what you had talked to him about that made you so sad. 

You really need those extra shifts that your boss just denied you. You sigh, wiping away the errant tear that escaped before you compose yourself and head back out there, walking over to Javier’s table. “Would you like another coffee?”

Javi reaches out, touching the back of the hand that is on the table. “What is wrong?” He asks gently, seeing the distress underneath the happy smile you are trying to paint on. He knows that he’s just a guest in your work, but he feels like he’s gotten to know your spirit over the past few weeks.

You glance back over to see the manager has retreated back to his office and you sigh, deciding to confess to a somewhat stranger. “My boss won’t give me more shifts and I need them. Badly. I just - I want to go to art school for costume design - it’s what I moved here for - and now I can’t afford it. I am trying to make ends meet and put money aside but it’s hard.” You seem to deflate with the confession, feeling like a failure.

Javi has money, all of the fortune he had held. The courts determined that his money was separate from the ‘family business’ and didn’t seize it. His eyes widen and he knows he wants to help. “Let me help you.” He blurts out, swallowing when you look at him in surprise. “I can pay you.”

You immediately shake your head, “no. No. I- I can’t accept and I’m…I’m not that kind of girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with sex workers but I just - I don’t do that. I’m sorry. Plus I can’t accept your money.”

His eyes widen in horror as he realizes you think he was soliciting you. “No! No, nothing like that.” He promises, shaking his head vehemently. “Nothing sexual. I- I need dates.” He confesses, blushing slightly and looking around the cafe to make sure that no one is listening to your conversation. “I have a lot of meetings with people, studio execs and producers and I can feel them judging me when I come alone to dinner.” He explains. “I- want someone there beside me. Make conversation and laugh at my jokes.” He gives a small shrug. “I can pay you for that and I wouldn’t even ask for a kiss.”

You are surprised, wondering why this man has to pay to get a date when he’s so damn charming and handsome. “Why?” You blurt out and he frowns. “I mean, you’re smart and charming and sexy and I- I don’t understand…why me?” You ask, a frown on your own face as you wonder what he sees in you that makes him want you to be his escort.

“You are nice to everyone that comes in.” Javi tells you, flushing slightly at your insistence that he is sexy. You don’t know about his money or how much he has, so you aren’t just saying that. “You work hard and you always smile, even if you don’t want to.” He murmurs. “You deserve to have something good happen to you. You want to go to design school? I can help you.”

You bite your lip, unable to believe that he is interested in helping you. “I- I don’t - how can I -” You’re a little taken back that he noticed that bit about your smile. You lean closer, resting your hands on the chair in front of him. “I can’t accept your money.” You whisper, almost in shock with him offering to be so generous.

“Yes, you can.” Javi nods and looks down at his laptop. Reading the latest portions of the script that he had written about his character based off of you. “I want to help you. I can help you.”

You glance back at your boss, knowing he won’t give you any more shifts. “Can I think about it? Give you my answer tomorrow? I just - it’s a lot to accept and I don’t want to take advantage.” You wring your hands together.

Javi nods quickly, not wanting to push. In the end, it was up to you to determine if you were comfortable with it. “Absolutely.” He agrees, reaching in his pocket for a pen and scribbling down his phone number. “If you have questions, you can text me.” He offers as he slides the paper across the table. “If not, I’ll be here tomorrow for another day of writing.” He assures you. “Although if you say no, I won’t be upset.”

You nod, appreciating that he isn’t mad at you. You smile, deciding to get him another coffee before he leaves. “I- I’ll give you my final decision tomorrow.” You nod, walking off to get him another espresso.

Javi tries to go back to his writing, he does, but he’s too consumed by the idea of what he can do for you. Opening up another document and starting to outline things that he would be responsible for if you agreed to this arrangement. Here in the states, it’s called a sugar baby/sugar daddy arrangement. Quickly typing out ideas. Of course everything needed to be approved by you, but he’s sure that you will be shocked. Maybe even argue a little, but he’s wealthy enough that it won’t hurt him.

The next morning, you arrive at work, anxious and nervous to see Javi today. You are going to tell him no, you can’t accept that kind of money. Starting work, you serve customers, getting their morning brew and food, and your boss calls you over with a harsh shout of your name. You walk over to him, confused, and he shakes his head. “You gave that woman a double shot of espresso while she only paid for one.” He crosses his arms, waiting for your explanation. 

“She’s a regular here. She comes in at least three times a week. I just - I wanted to reward returning customers. I can pay for it from my tips.” You tell him, knowing that the $1.00 for the extra shot won’t kill you. 

“That’s it. I can’t deal with your ‘special treatment’ of customers anymore. You’re fired.” He says with finality. 

“Fired? Why?” You argue back, confused and pissed off. 

“Because you’re draining my business dry. Go get your shit. You’re done.” 

Your shoulders slump, knowing there’s no use in arguing. You are fucked though. Your rent is due tomorrow and this shift was gonna give you the last amount you need to pay it. Taking off your apron, you toss it into the locker before you grab your purse, making your way out of the café when you literally bump into Javi who was making his way to see you. “Oofff. Sorry!” You grunt, stepping back from him. He frowns, glancing at your purse at the café, then back to you. 

“Where are you going?" He asks you. 

“I am going home. I just got fired.” You shake your head, tears stinging in your eyes from your defeat.

“Fired?” He crinkles his brow and shakes his head. “Why the hell would you be fired? Half the customers in the café come because of you.” He had noticed a lot of the regulars were there because of your sunny attitude and warm smile. The way you remembered their names and made them feel special. You shake your head, give a small shrug and he hates seeing you about to cry. “Come, let me buy you breakfast somewhere else?” He offers. “You shouldn’t drive while you are upset.”

You nod, wanting to give yourself some time to forget about your financial woes. You swallow harshly, letting him guide you towards his car. “Oh wow. It’s - it’s beautiful.” You don’t even want to touch the paint of his bright red Ferrari but he opens the door for you and helps you in. You settle into his car, admiring the pure luxury as he gets into the driver's side. “I’m sorry about this. I’m sure you just wanted to go to your usual place for your coffee.” You tell him as he begins to drive.

“Don’t worry about that.” He shakes his head and tosses you a grin after he stows his laptop bag. “You can be waited on for a bit.” He wants to make you smile, give you a bit of brightness since you are so upset. “Where do you want to eat? Or should I pick? It’s my treat.”

“There’s this cute breakfast place a few blocks away. I used to go there all the time when I first moved here but now I can’t afford it. I mean, I can pay for myself today.” You correct yourself, not wanting him to think you’re taking advantage. You know his offer is still on the table but you are hesitant, not wanting him to think you’re a gold digger.

Javi starts the engine before he looks over at you. “It is just good manners that when a man asks a woman out, he pays for her.” He insists quietly. “Please, let me show you some brightness today.”

You smile, knowing he’s being sincere. “Okay. I appreciate it.” You offer him a soft smile before you look out of the window, trying to stop yourself from staring at him. He’s far too handsome for this to be real. He wants to pay for your school while you go on dates with him. Not even requiring a kiss. It’s too good to be true. He pulls up outside of the restaurant and rushes around to open your door, taking your hand to help you out of the low car. “Thank you.” You say once you’re standing, and your hand tingles from where he’s still holding it.

“You are welcome.” Javi guides you into the café and you are quickly seated in a cute little spot. The place is obviously popular and he grins when he sees mimosas on the menu. That should help you relax and hopefully make you feel a bit better. “I don’t know about you, but I think when you get fired, you should drink mimosas.” He tells you. “With plenty of water so you don’t get dehydrated of course.” He adds with a chuckle. “What do you think? Pomegranate mimosas or Mango Strawberry Bellinis?”

You giggle, “the pomegranate mimosas sound incredible.” You don’t remember the last time you indulged in a brunch and you can’t help but imagine doing this every Sunday with the man in front of you. God, he’s so charming and funny. You know you could easily fall in love with him and that’s what worries you about accepting his offer. 

“So…is your offer still on the table?” You ask after you’ve eaten your food. Your belly is full and Javier has been nothing but friendly and so goddamn wonderful.

Javi perks up, wiping his mouth after his last bite and nods. “It is.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the paper he had printed last night. “All of this is negotiable and of course completely up to you, but this is a rough outline of what I meant.” He explains as he hands you the paper.

You stare at the paper after he hands it to you. The total monthly amount is staggering, more than you make in a year. “Javi. This is- this is more than I need for school.” Javi nods, “it’s for school and living. I need you to be available at all times so you won’t be able to get another job. I can pay for your living expenses.” He confirms and you frown, “this is more than what my apartment costs for six months let alone a month. I only live in a studio. I- wow. You’re serious about this?” You ask him, wanting to make sure this isn’t some kind of job.

“Absolutely.” He doesn’t mention that this will allow him to get to know you even better, to dive into the characterization that he wants to mold after you. “I will take you shopping for any dresses you will need, anything that you really want.” He adds, knowing that it will appeal to someone who wants to go to design school.

“Like Pretty Woman? Does that make you Richard Gere?” You joke, knowing this is crazy but you’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity. You’re getting nowhere fast and Javi may be your saving grace. It doesn’t hurt that you’re attracted to him. He chuckles, loving your movie reference. “That makes you Julia Roberts.” He responds with a wink and you lean closer, “just minus the sexy bath…unless you want that.” You tease, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

He bites his lip. Of course he would want the sexy bath scene from Pretty Woman, you are gorgeous. But he would never want to make you uncomfortable. “That would be completely up to you.” He promises. “I meant what I said, I don’t require you to give me anything beyond your time.” He reaches out and takes your hand gently. “I believe in keeping my word.”

You look down at his hand holding yours, a smile appearing on your face when you realize how safe you feel around him. “Okay. Okay. I - I want to do this.” You declare, squeezing his hand and you can’t believe this man is going to change your life.

“Fantastic!” Javi’s smile feels like it’s going to split his face. He lifts your hand and brushes the back of it with his lips, hoping you don’t mind that kind of contact. “Give me your information and I will transfer your monthly allotment right away. Let you get settled.” He lets go of your hand when the check comes and reaches into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out a black credit card.

You have seen a few of those cards in person when rich people would come into the cafe or their assistants would come in to get coffees using their card - that was the most occuring. "Thank you for lunch. It was delicious. I haven't eaten anything that good in a while." You admit, opening your phone to get your bank details for him. It has a pitiful amount in there so you hand it to him, flustered and embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He catches the look on your face and shakes his head, quickly copying your banking information down so he can transfer the money to you. “I do not judge someone based on how much money they have.” He tells you as he sets up the transfer. “It’s about the type of person they are, and you are beautiful, inside and out.”

You take your phone once he’s gotten what he needs and you smile at his words. “Thank you. I- I know this isn’t - I know this isn’t conventional but I just want to say thank you for doing this. For choosing me.” You stand up, leaning over the table so you can kiss his cheek, brushing your lips against the stubble before you settle back in your chair. “Does this mean I have to call you my sugar daddy?” You tease, trying to calm your racing heart.

Javi chuckles, hitting send and watching the transaction go through. “Now you can.” He promises, sending you a small, playful wink. “Let me know if it’s not enough.” He instructs. “And we will go shopping sometime this week for some outfits for dinners.” He tells you. “This money is for you and your school. When we are together, you don’t even think of paying for anything.”

“I’m sure it’s enough.” You scoff, unsure of why he seems so adamant on giving you more than you need. “Okay. You get final choice on the clothes as I need to know where we are going so I can dress appropriately. I - I just hope I’m up to this.” You tell him. 

“You’ll be perfect” he promises you, loving how sincere you are in your emotions.

Javi checks his watch again, dismayed that only another minute had passed. Today is the first time he’s taking you out shopping. A dinner tomorrow night is planned and he’s honestly eager to hear how getting enrolled in school has gone. He plans on spoiling you, manicures and pedicures to start and then finding some perfect outfits.

You rush out of your studio apartment, walking towards Javi’s Ferrari that looks out of place in this part of town. He gets out to open your door, looking a little relieved to see you. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to pick out a nice outfit which seems dumb since we are going shopping but I didn’t want the store workers to look down on me and I- sorry I’m rambling.” You cut yourself off. “Hi Javi.” You say softly, wanting to start again.

“Hi.” He gives you a smile before he glances back at your building with a frown. “Please tell me it’s safe on the inside?” He asks softly. He’s not judgmental, but your neighborhood is rough looking, and he hates to think about you in danger.

“It’s as safe as it can be. Thankfully I haven’t had any issues. It’s been okay. I’ve - it’s all I can afford.” You admit, noticing his frown. “Come on, sugar daddy. Let’s go.” You change the subject, getting into the car before he closes the door.

Javi rushes around the car and climbs in beside you. “I have a wonderful day planned, tresor.” He promises. “We are going to start off with pedicures and manicures.” Starting the car, he shoots you a grin. “Ready?”

You nod, excited as you look down at your nails. You weren’t allowed to wear polish at the cafe because your boss wouldn’t allow it so to be able to get a manicure has you exuberant. He speeds away from your curb , a smile on his face as he drives along the street. When you arrive at the salon, it’s probably the most expensive one you’ve ever seen, polished marble and gold accents everywhere.

“I go here.” Javi admits, flushing slightly. “I like the way they do spa pedicures.” He gets out of the car and walks around the front to open the door for you. “They even serve cocktails while you are in the chair.” He doesn’t admit that he can’t wait to see your feet all polished up and smooth. Never wanting to scare you off. It’s honestly something he’s never admitted to anyone.

You can’t help but grin, excited to try this. You admire the fact that he gets pedicures. Self care is important, no matter who you are. You let him guide you towards two awaiting staff who greet him to showcase that he’s a regular. “Come on sweetie. Let me show you to your chair.” The woman smiles, guiding you over to the plush looking massage chair. You follow her, sending Javier isn’t too far behind you and once you’re seated, she goes over the color choices. 

“What do you think I should get?” You ask Javi.

“Whatever color you want.” Javi insists, although his eyes fall on the bright, cherry red that on the display case. “I never get polish.” He tells you with a grin. “I wouldn’t know where to begin on that, but the hot stones are a must.”

You notice his eyes drop to the cherry red. You are here for him after all so that’s the one you pick. “God, that sounds good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a massage of any kind.” You realize how your words sound and you flustered, the ladies giggling and Javi bites his lip to smother his smirk. 

“We can arrange a leg massage, dear.” She quips and you nod, “thank you.”

He’s beaming, happy that you chose the color he loves. “We will have to arrange a spa day.” He offers. “Massages and steam rooms, hot stones and acupuncture.” He follows you over two the two chairs they indicated and starts to take off his loafers and roll up his pants. “It is my job to spoil you.”

You don’t argue with him this time, knowing it’s useless because he’s going to spoil you. That’s what sugar daddies are for. “Thank you.” You reach for his hand after you take your shoes off and settle into the chair beside him. He kisses the back of your hand and your heart thumps. “Always, tresor.” He winks and you remind yourself that he isn’t dating you. He just wants company.

Javi can’t help but stare at your feet for just a moment. Beautiful arches and toes. Stunning feet that he wants to touch. “What kind of heels do you prefer, tresora?” He asks as they start to run the hot water for you to soak. “I feel like you would have a favorite shoe.”

You bite your lip, pondering the question for a moment before you have your answer. “Stiletto sandals. Something about them just finishes off a dress. Jimmy Choo does these sandals that are diamond encrusted and God, they are $4000 but so so beautiful. Truly, they are art. Fashion should be art. I also believe affordable, well made and designed fashion should be available to everyone. Not just the rich and famous.”

“That is what you want to design?” He asks curiously, knowing he’s going to buy you that pair of Jimmy Choos. “Affordable fashion?” He’s intrigued by the idea, not that he gave much thought to what his clothes cost, he didn’t care as long as they were comfortable. You nod and he hums. “It sounds good, as long as it is comfortable.” He tells you with a smile. “I hate clothes that you can’t wait to strip off because they are uncomfortable.”

“I want a lot of things.” You confess while soaking your feet. “I want to design affordable, sustainable fashion, but I also want to design costumes. That’s my ultimate dream. To be a costume designer for the big movies? It’s why I moved out here. My ex said I was an idiot to chase my dream. Refused to move with me from our small town so I moved alone and I am glad I did. It’s been a struggle but if you don’t have a dream, what do you have?”

“Yes, yes!” Javi bobbles his head excitedly. “Exactly! You must have dreams.” He squeezes your hand where he is still holding it, almost forgetting he had been until that moment. “My family thought I was crazy to want to make movies, when we had…the family business, but I didn’t want that life.” He’s going to tell you, he just wants to wait a little longer before he tells you all about the family skeletons in his closet. “My ex could not stand leaving our island, so I had to make a choice.” He gives a small shrug. “So I am here, with you right at this moment. And I don’t regret it.”

You realize he’s still holding your hand and you fluster, gently taking your hand from his grip. “Where are you from?” You ask with sincere curiosity. 

“Mallorca. It’s a beautiful island. You’d love it. Beaches, beautiful blue sea, little villages. It’s my home.” He grins, clearly still in love with his homeland. 

“I’d love to go.” You sigh dreamily, imagining you and him walking along the beach hand in hand. 

“You will. One day.” He vows, knowing he’d take you there tomorrow if you’d let him. You try to not believe him, knowing this arrangement isn’t forever. 

“God, this feels good.” You moan when you put your feet in the hot water. “I’ve missed having a bath. My apartment only has a shower and my parents house has a bath so I’d soak a lot. Miss that.” You sigh, wiggling your toes.

Javi shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. The idea he had when he saw your building solidified even more in his mind. “Move in with me.” He blurts out. “I have more than enough room, you could have your own suite with a soaker tub.” He assures you, not wanting you to think he expected you to sleep in his bed. “My house is gated and there’s a security system. I’m going to worry about your safety in that building”

Your eyes widen at his request and you are surprised by the suddenness of him wanting you to live in his home. He barely knows you outside of you serving him coffee. “I- you want me to- Javi. It’s - it’s too much.” You shake your head and he squeezes your hand again. 

“Please. I want to take care of you. I don’t want to worry every night about your safety, tresor.” You stare into those dark eyes, knowing that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, your pride and stubbornness can’t prevent you from enjoying this luxurious blip in your life. 

“Okay.” You smile, “okay. I’ll move in.”

He blinks, having anticipated you turning him down or needing to think about it. “Great!” Javi breaks out into a relieved grin. “That is great, we can have you things moved in and you can decorate however you want. There is a bed in there already but you might want your own.” He rushes out. “We can get you a lock for the door if it makes you feel more secure. Plus I have a pool and a movie theater and all of Nic Cage’s movies.”

His enthusiasm makes you giggle. “I trust you Javi. I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. You have a good heart, I can tell. As for the Nic Cage movies, I want to watch Con Air first. You are - you’re my fairy godmother, Javi. My saving grace. I just - I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

He beams, grinning at you like you just handed him his favorite ice cream. “Just study hard and create your fashion line.” He insists, winking at you. “And let me spoil you before you are bored at social events and have to kick me to keep me awake.” He jokes happily.

You chuckle, "I will have to think of new ways to keep you awake." Your teasing makes him bite his lip and the urge to kiss this sexy, goofy, generous man is almost overwhelming but your pedicure distracts you when she begins to massage your foot. "Oh shit. That feels good." You moan, unable to stop yourself.

Javi’s cock twitches in his pants and he looks down to watch as the technician expertly massages your foot. Biting down harder on his lip as your toes curl and he loves the little whimper that you can’t help. “Feels good, tresor?” He hums, his throat suddenly dry and he barely even feels his own technician start to massage his foot.

You nod, eyes closing as you lean back in the seat. “So good.” You enjoy the massage, not noticing the dark look in Javi’s eyes. You relax fully, letting yourself enjoy the experience and soon, the tech is painting your nails the bright cherry red Javi liked. “You like the color?” You ask him, wanting him to be happy with it. You are his now to dress up. Almost like a real life barbie doll.

“Perfect.” Javi’s voice is a little rough and he covers it by taking a sip of his drink, noticing that you had finished yours as well. “Do you want another drink while they do the manicure?” He asks, willing to give you whatever you want. His eyes are still watching as the lady expertly applies the polish and places the curing light over your bluffed and scrapped toes.

"I'll have a water if that's okay?" You ask, knowing that you've had quite a few drinks and he is looking more and more kissable with each moment that passes. You can't believe a woman didn't want to be with this man and returned to their homeland. She must've been insane. He nods, "of course, tresora." You are soon seated for your manicure, deciding to go with the same color since Javi seems to love it.

Javi is seated next to you, grinning at the array of options you are being presented with and you turn to him to see what he approves of. “If you want the nails instead of a manicure, you can do that too.” He insists as his own technician starts to work on his cuticles. In horrible shape after biting his nails while working on the script. “You decide.”

You bite your lip, considering it, and you have never had long nails before, always keeping them short for work. You look at your hand and then back at the tech. "Let's do it. I want some claws." You joke, making her giggle, and she gets to work on your cuticles. "How often do you come here?" You ask Javi as he sits next to you at his own station.

“For me? At least once a month.” He says, looking over at you. “It helps keep me from biting my nails for a bit.” He grimaces and holds up the hand the technician isn’t working on. “Until I start again.” He rolls his eyes and lays his hand back down. “They insist twice a month might be better but I always feel slightly intimidated coming in by myself.” He looks around and leans in to lower his voice. “A lot of women wonder what the hell I am doing here.”

You scoff, "they shouldn't. They should be impressed that a man is taking pride in his appearance. My ex would barely shower, let alone get a pedicure. God, he would never ever get that and his feet-" You shudder at the memory. "I think it's great that you take care of yourself. It shows." You wink at him.

He can’t help but preen slightly, having gone a long time without a compliment from a beautiful woman. “Tell me tresor, what attracted you to this ex?” He asks curiously. Both for himself and for the character he was molding after you. “It seems like he did not have much to appeal to.”

You shake your head, "I was younger. Right out of high school and he was the star footballer. I was honored that he was even talking to me. We got together, he was my first everything. I was very awkward in high school, I didn't go to dances or on dates. I just studied and worked hard to get into college. I was going to leave for college the summer I met Jason but I stayed because my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer and Jason, he was there for me while my dad went through treatment. So I stayed and before I knew it, it was years later. I settled and one day, I woke up and decided that it was enough. It was time to chase my dream. So I told Jason and he said he didn't want to go with me so I left him. After I got here, I found out he'd been cheating on me with the girl who worked in the bar we would go to." You roll your eyes, "I wasn't sad when I heard that. I was relieved that I'd made the right choice."

“He was an imbecile.” Javi scoffs, shaking his head. “Although I am glad he didn’t come with you. So I could meet you and you would accept my idea.” He flashes you a smile. “Tell me about school. You must be excited to get started.”

You've never had a man so interested in your interests. Jason would just sweet talk you until you'd let him fuck you. Even if the man barely managed to make you cum. "I am so excited. It's all I've wanted to do since I arrived in L.A. I have my orientation next week since the semester starts soon and I am so freaking excited to be working with the professors. Some of them were costume designers."

“That is good.” Javi nods, sending you a smile. “When we are at dinner, you should make contacts. We will be meeting with a lot of important people. It will be good to know them when you are ready.” He hadn’t really thought of that before, but Nic had assured him that the way is paved in people who know people. “It could be a perfect starting point for your career as a costume designer yourself.”

You know he’s right. If he’s meeting producers and big movie execs, it could be your chance to get a foot into the door. “Seriously Javi, I don’t know how to thank you.” You tell him and he shakes his head. 

“Enough thanking me. Just enjoy yourself.” He urges and you nod, letting yourself relax again. Once your nails are done, you show them to an awaiting Javi who grins and takes your hand to kiss the back of it. “Stunning.” He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and you fluster when the woman says “you make such a beautiful couple.”

He can see your hesitancy, unsure of how to answer since the two of you are not ‘together’ in the traditional sense. Instead of explaining to someone who will be seeing you again, Javi just smiles. “I am a lucky man, aren’t I?” He coos, kissing your hand again. “She’s beautiful, smart and one day - she will be a renowned Hollywood costume designer.” He tells her with absolute certainty before he lets go of your hand so he can pay for the spa trip. He handles the bill and pulls out cash to tip them. “I learned from you that cash in tips was better than adding it to the bill.” He credits you with a grin.

You grin back, proud that you have influenced him like that. Sometimes people with money can forget the small things in favor of convenience and you know it’s hard to adapt to helping people. “Come on, it’s shopping time then lunch.” Javi declares once you’re all paid up, his hand in yours as he guides you back to his car, opening the door for you.

Javi drives you over to Rodeo Drive, expecting that you would appreciate the irony of the Pretty Woman famous scene. “Where would you want to start?” He asks as he pulls into the valet station.

You are in awe of Rodeo Drive, having only driven past it on your way to somewhere else, and your eyes widen as you think about where you want to go first. You take Javi's hand as he ushers the valet away after he opens your door, wanting to be the one to help you out of the car. "Can we go to Carolina Herrera?" You ask, wanting to go for good quality classics.

“We can go wherever you want.” He promises as he starts to guide you towards the storefront you wanted. “Every shop here, if you wish.” He doesn’t have any limit on what he’s willing to buy you and he can have it delivered to his house if you buy too much to fit in the car. “Shall we see what their newest lines have out?”

You practically squeal, unable to believe you're even going into the store let alone actually trying something on. You feel a little underdressed as you walk in the store, the assistant stepping forward to greet Javi, her eyes immediately noticing his clothes, shoes, and Rolex. "How can I help you, sir?"

“My beautiful tresor wishes to browse and see if there is anything that interests her.” He tells the woman with a warm smile directed towards you, followed up by a small wink. “Whatever she wants.”

The woman's eyes flick over to you and she can immediately sense that you haven't been in a store like this before. "Very well. What are you looking for?" She asks you. 

"Dresses. Uh, evening wear." You tell her, "preferably want silk or cotton. Sweetheart neckline or square suits me best.  Nothing too short. A slit in the leg would be appropriate and I want it to be fitted once I find something I like. Do you have tailoring services?" You ask, knowing you sound a little demanding but this is your element, you know your stuff and it shows when the woman widens her eyes. 

"Yes. Yes ma'am. Would you like to follow me to the dressing rooms and I will pick some options that I think will work for you." 

You glance back at Javi, "you coming with me? I need a second opinion."

Javi nods, happy you want him to be a part of the process and follows you back towards the very luxurious dressing rooms. There is a large area in front of the rooms and comfortable seating for guests as they wait. “You know what you want.” He hums when the sales associate rushes off to start pulling dresses. “I find that admirable. I just choose what catches my eye when I am shopping for myself.”

“I know what works for me. All part of the design. The fabric. It all works to make you look good. It’s not about the size, it’s about the structure. Some things you’ll need to go two sizes up in and people hate that idea but if it fits you right, you’ll look even better and no one will know the size except for you.” You explain, watching the woman bring the dresses in. 

“Take a seat sir. Ma’am. This is your dressing room.” She escorts you into the large room and you pick the beautiful red dress that matches your nails. 

“I want to try that one first.” You tell her and she nods, “very good choice.” Once you’re in the dress, she guides you out so you can look in the mirror and show Javi.

You take Javi’s breath away when you step out, standing and clearing his throat as he moves towards you. “You look….magnificent.” He decides, looking you up and down. “Those shoes you were talking about would make it perfect.” His cock twitches at the idea and he nods. “Yes, absolutely yes.” He insists. “You must get this one.”

He takes your hand and spins your around and the price tag is under your arm. You let go of his hand so you can look at the tag. “Javi. This is - this is more than a year’s rent for my place.” You shake your head at him, knowing he is gonna argue.

“Don’t worry about that.” Javi shrugs off the price. “Only be concerned about liking it or not. If you don’t like it, don’t get it. However, I can afford it.” He doesn’t tell you he can afford a closet full of them, knowing you will feel like you are greedy. “All I care about is you being happy.”

You can’t help it. You surge forward to press your lips to his cheek. “Thank you. I- I can’t say thank you enough.” The woman watches in fascination and understanding about what is going on between you and Javi. “Can I try the black one on next?” You ask.

Javi grins and rubs his cheek gently where you kissed it. “Try on all of them.” He urges. “I’m sure  our associate won’t mind the commission.”

The woman nods enthusiastically. “Not at all. Come on ma’am, let’s show you what else is available.” She guides you back into the changing room and you come back out in the black dress. It’s tighter than the first and hits mid thigh. You want to tug it down as you walk out to the mirror. “I think this one is too short.”

“If you are not comfortable in it, then don’t get it.” Javi agrees, making the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. Most men who come in to buy women clothing want it to be as short and as tight as possible. To flaunt the beautiful woman they have on their arms. “We have other dresses that are similar in style but come to the knee.” She offers, wanting to make sure her commission is as big as possible.

“Let’s try that. It looks beautiful on you but I want you to be comfortable.” You offer him a sweet smile and the woman guides you back to the dressing room and tells you she will get the longer one. After several outfit changes, you decide on a few dresses you think will work for any dinners you need to attend with Javi. He doesn’t let you come with him to pay, telling you to decide where else you want to go, and he arranges to have the clothes sent to his house. “Shoes next.” He tells you, guiding you into Jimmy Choo after you decide where to go.

Javi’s eyes light up when he sees the elegant heels in every type of style and color. This is what he had personally been looking forward to. “Where are the ones you were talking about?” He asks, looking around at all the possibilities. “You must try them on and see how they live up to your expectations.”

You bite your lip, knowing you can just try them on and not buy them. You glance around and spot them in the back, a light on them to showcase the sparkle. You gasp, walking over to them, and you swear you’ve never seen something so beautiful. “Wow.” You whisper, half tempted to touch them.

“May I help you?” Someone who is obviously a store manager rushes towards you, protective over the shoes and Javi smirks. 

“Yes, we would like to have my beautiful lady try on these shoes.” He rattled off your shoe size to the woman, having guessed perfectly. “And any other that catches her eyes. Including those.” He adds, pointing to the black four inch strappy heels that had caught his own eye. “I will help her put them on.”

Your heart thumps at that, anxious to feel his touch any way you can before he gets bored of you. You know it would be easy to give in and fuck him but you want to know him first. You are escorted over to the seat and the store manager rushes off to get the shoes you are in love with.

Chuckling quietly, he kneels down in front of you and reaches for your left ankle. “I believe we may have made their day.” He teases as he slides the sandal you are currently wearing off. Caressing the delicate bone on your ankle and pressing firmly on your heel like the pedicurist had earlier.

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips and you watch him as he caresses your ankle. The moment is soon interrupted when the store manager comes back over with the boxes and takes out the most expensive shoes you’ve ever seen. “I’ll put them on.” Javi reminds her, taking the shoe and he undoes the strap before he grabs your ankle, sliding your foot into the shoe. You’re breathless, both from his touch and the shoes as he does the strap up.

Javi can’t help but make sure he touches as much of you as he can. Cock twitching and hardening in his pants as he slides the shoes on and straps them to your feet. They look gorgeous and he already knows that he’s buying them for you. Just as long as they fit right. He does the other one and looks up at you. “Time to see how they feel.”

You hesitantly stand up, unable to believe how tall the shoes are and you wobble a little before you find your footing. “Oh wow.” You look down at the shoes, in awe of the design and craftsmanship. “What do you think?” You ask Javi.

“They look magnificent.” Javi breathes out, loving the way they look on you. “How do they feel? Walk around in them so you can tell.” He orders gently. He’s wanting them for you. Maybe you will wear them often for him. He would love it.

You take a tentative step before you start to walk, confident in your strides as you admire the shoes in the mirror. You walk back over to Javi who is standing. “They are surprisingly comfortable as far as heels go.” You tell him, smiling from ear to ear at the beautiful shoes.

“Fantastic.” He turns to the manager. “We will take them.” He tells her with a decisive nod. “We will probably add more, but these for sure.”

You bite your lip, knowing better than to argue with him now. You smile at him, “thank you.” You reach out to squeeze his hand before you sit down to take them off. 

“Let me.” He insists, kneeling down to undo the strap, his fingers caressing you as he removes the shoe before moving on to the other. Seven pairs of shoes later, you thank him with another kiss on the cheek. “Bag shopping next.” He winks, certain that he’s going to spoil you. 

“Javi.” You admonish but let him guide the way. A Chanel purse, Gucci purse and Hermés clutch later, you’re passing by Cartier. “No jewelry.” You say before he can say anything.

Javi sighs, sending you pout. “Not even a pair of simple diamond studs?” He ventures, knowing they would look exquisite in your ears. He wants to make sure you feel like the most stunning woman in the room, because you are. Plus you are so gracious and sweet, not taking a single moment of today for granted. Your kisses on his cheeks burn and he wishes it were his lips.

“No!” You playfully slap his arm. “Not even studs. Seriously, you’ve spent more than enough on me today. I need this stuff to impress your associates but I don’t need new everything.” You rub his shoulder, knowing he wants to spoil you but you won’t go to extremes. “I wouldn’t mind a nap though.” You yawn, exhausted from the shopping trip.

You had eaten lunch hours before and Javi is honestly reluctant to leave you, wanting to spend more time with you. “I can drop you at your studio and say goodnight if you wish.” He offers softly. “Or I can show you my house. Show you where you are going to live.”

“Okay. I would like that.” You nod, “you tell me. This is your show, Javi.” You offer softly, wanting him to tell you what he wants since he’s paying you to spend your time with him. It doesn’t feel like that though. That’s what scares you. This feels so real and you are pushing down the fact that you want it to be real. However, it isn’t. He’s paying you to spend time with him and you have to remember that.

“Just because I am paying to spend time with you doesn’t mean I get to monopolize all of it.” Javi rationalizes. “Whenever you are tired of me or you want to spend time alone or with your friends, you just let me know.” He doesn’t want to smother you, not at all. “We can explore your new house only if you want, perhaps you want to nap there? While I attempt dinner?” He shoots you a grin. “I’m not the best cook, but I am learning.”

Your heart melts at his crooked grin and you slide your hand down to squeeze his hand. “You’re too sweet, Jav. I want to see your home. I want to spend time with you. You might be my sugar daddy but I want to spend time with you, even if you weren’t paying me. I’ve always liked you.” You confess, “I can cook. I’m a good cook. What do you want for dinner?”

His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose. “How about you make me your favorite food?” He asks. “What do you call it here? Comfort food?” He grins. “I would like to see what you consider a comfort beyond long baths and foot massages.” His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose in delight.

You chuckle, “oh boy. You’re in for some good food baby. I make a mean mac and cheese and fried chicken. I’ll see what you have at your house and then I can go get what I need for the meal.” You are excited to see what he thinks of your cooking. You want to pay him back in some small way for what he is doing for you.

His heart skips a beat when you call him baby. He sighs playfully and rubs his belly. “Be careful you don’t feed me too well.” He jokes. “Otherwise I will be passed out beside you for a nap too!” He chuckles and motions towards the valet stand. “Shall we go and explore? We can always have the groceries delivered while you are checking out the house. And the movie theater.” He adds happily.

You grin, “that sounds like a plan. Where do you order your groceries from? I can pay for-” He cuts you off with a disappointed look and you sigh, “right. Not paying for anything. Let me order what I need then.” You take his phone with the grocery delivery app and order what you need before you hand it back to him. “This is so bizarre. Ordering groceries online. I usually go to the store to save on a delivery fee.”

“I know it sounds pretentious, but I look at it like I can help someone. Delivering groceries is someone’s job, so they might as well do it for me.” He flushes slightly. “Plus I get so confused in the stores. None of them are set up the same!” He huffs. “I just don’t understand.”

You have never thought of it that way. You admire Javi’s lack of pretentiousness. “Trust me, you aren’t pretentious. You are the opposite. I’ve met people who are insane. They literally have zero consideration for anyone ‘below’ them. Maybe we can go to the grocery store and I can show you around.” You tease, knowing you’d like how domestic that is.

“I would like that.” He guides you towards the valet stand, one arm loaded down with bags. You had purchased quite a bit, but most of the clothes will be delivered tomorrow after they are tailored. The handbags and shoes are with the two of you though. He hates letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket for the valet ticket, handing it to the attendant.

The attendant brings his car around and you watch Javi insist on putting the bags in the miniature front trunk. You get into the passenger seat and Javi takes your hand once you’re on the road again. “Thank you for today. I never imagined going into any store on Rodeo Drive let alone actually buying something in one…kind of.” You chuckle.

Javi chuckles quietly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, tresor.” He murmurs. “It shouldn’t be too much longer until we are home.” The car is quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the rumble of the engine. The silence is peaceful, not tense or uncomfortable. Getting off at his exit, Javi turns into the street and goes down until he is turning into a gated driveway. “This is it.” He murmurs as the steel gate starts to slowly swing open after reading his car fob.

Your eyes widen as he pulls up to the bona fide mansion. It might not be as big as some of the residences in L.A but it’s beautiful. Mediterranean and posh without being ostentatious. “Javi. This - wow. It’s gorgeous.” You gasp, eyes darting all over the place as you take in his home.

“I was very happy to have found it.” It is smaller than his home in Spain, but it suited him better. Less unpleasant memories within these walls. He parks in front of the house and climbs out of the car, making sure he helps you out again before he retrieves your bags. The grin on his face is wide and he’s proud as he walks you up to the door and enters the code, not bothering to shield you from it since you will live here too. He swings the door open and gestures for you to enter. “Welcome, tresor.”

You enter the house, your jaw dropping at the ornate yet modern decor. It says something understated yet expensive about the home. “Javi. This is - you seriously want me to live here?” You ask, unable to believe that you could live here instead of your shitty studio. Part of you wonders when he will get bored and force you out and another part of you decides to take the risk. When will you ever get a chance like this again?

“Yes I do.” He closes the door behind him, the cool rush of the air washing over both of you. “It is not as grand as the estate in Mallorca, but I prefer this one.” He admits. “Although I do miss living right on the ocean.” He couldn’t find a house he wanted on the coast, this one fitting his needs better than those. “We do, however, have a great pool. I love to swim. Do you?” It was a question he never asked you before and he was curious.

“Yes. I love to swim. I just haven’t had a chance to lately. I- God. I’d love to be able to swim in a pool and just spend the day relaxing.” You sigh. 

“Your wish is my command.” Javi smiles at you and you fluster, reminding yourself that you no longer have a job. 

“Javi. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Don’t thank me.” Javi ducks his head and flushes slightly. “You’ve been polite and kind to me from the day I walked into the café.” He reminds you. “Not just for the tips, either. You deserve to have your dreams come true.”

You grin, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “To see truly who you are, the kind man you endeavor to be, it makes it impossible to not want to be here with you, Javi.” You answer honestly and immediately Javi knows that has to go into his script. It’s so sincere and polite. He loves it. “I will stay as long as you need me.” You promise, knowing you can keep figuring this good fortune or you can enjoy it.

Javi beams, motioning for you to walk into the house more. “So there is another master suite here, called an ‘in-law suite’?” He cocks his head, unfamiliar with the term in English but motions you towards the hallway off the living room. “It has French doors out to the deck and pool, and its own bathroom. Plus a large closet and sitting area. I think that will be your room if you like it. Giving you plenty of privacy and space.”

“A mother-in-law suite.” You explain, “usually for your mother or your wife’s mother. It’s a lot but I want to see it.” You tell him, happy to please him. You want him to be happy and if having you here makes him happy, then you’ll be satisfied. “Let’s go see it.” You take his hand so he can guide you through the large home.

Leading the way, Javi guides you down the hallway to a large door. The ceilings are high and the doorways are taller than average, giving the space an even grander feel. He opens the door with a flourish. “It’s furnished but anything can be changed to your taste.” He promises, revealing the suite that he images you living in.

You want to scoff at him, it’s insane for him to think that you don’t want the furniture that already comes with the suite. It’s beautiful and luxurious. “It’s gorgeous. I don’t want to change a thing.” You promise, squeezing his hand as you glance around the room again.

He sets the bags down on the bed and starts moving around the room. Showing off the various features and grinning when he comes to the door that holds the en-suite. “The closet is off the bathroom.” He explains as he opens the door. “Will this work?”

You can’t help the scoff of disbelief. “Will this work? Fuck. This is- I never imagined I’d ever step foot in a place like this. You are incredible and I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Thank you so much for choosing me.” You tell him, honestly and amazed that he picked you. 

“There’s no one else I would have chosen.” He means that. No one, not even Gabriella, had appealed to him so much. It’s why you are his muse. “Let’s look at the rest of the house.” He offers. “The pool is just beyond those doors.”

You grin and nod, excited to see the rest of the home and he guides you out of the large French doors to the expansive lagoon-esque pool. Your eyes widen at the beauty of it and you grin, “I can’t wait to go swimming in it. Oh God. This is amazing.” You squeal, loving the pool.

“I understand completely.” Javi agrees. “I swim every morning.” He hopes that maybe you will swim with him, but if you don’t, that’s okay too. “There’s an area to entertain, you can bring friends over if you want.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to ask, this is your home too now.

You appreciate the sentiment and you rub his shoulder, “thank you. I am - this is more than I could ever ask for.” You wish you could be more but you agreed to the terms and you’ll stick to them. “When’s the first dinner? I’ll need to do my hair.” You touch your head, knowing you want to look your best for your first outing with him.

He gives you a small smile. “Tomorrow night.” He offers. “It’s a director and the head of the last studio that produced mine and Nic’s movie. They have the first option on my screenplay and want to see what I have so far.” It reminds him that he needs to polish the pages he’s bringing. “I should probably go work on it now.” He admits reluctantly.

“I’ll be ready. You go get ready. You can do it.” You nod, watching him go after he offers you a smile and you glance around the room, amazed that he wants you to be here living in his luxury. 

A day later, you are figuring out how to do your hair for the red dress you’re going to wear and you walk into Javier’s study. Nearly accustomed to his life and his home after your things were delivered, you knock hesitantly before entering after he calls for you to come in. “How should I do my hair?” You ask, wanting to look your best for him.

Javi looks up from the portion of the script he has printed out and bound, checking it one last time. He smiles as you walk in and flips the pages close, setting it down on his desk as he stands up. You had gone to get your hair done today and he thinks it looks amazing. “You can wear it however you wish, tresor.” He insists. “It looks good as it is right now.” 

You nod, “okay. I just want to make sure it’s okay. I want to make a good impression.” You pat your hair down and look at Javi, who looks so handsome sitting in the sunlight, the sun picking up the highlights in his hair. “I’ll go do my makeup and get dressed. Would you mind putting my shoes on when I’m done?” You ask him, biting your lip after and you know that he will say yes.

“Absolutely, yes!” He lights up with a grin. The idea of putting shoes on you again has his cock twitching. “Are you going to wear your favorite Jimmy Choos?” He asks, imagining putting those shoes on your pretty feet again. He knows they will look stunning on you with your dress and your make-up and hair done. 

“Yes. They go with the dress and honestly? I’d wear them around the house if I could. I love them so much.” You are grinning when you tell him that, loving that you can wear something so extravagant because of the man in front of you. “I don’t know how to thank you Javi.” You tell him and he shakes his head. 

“You don’t have to. Stop.” He says adamantly and you nod, agreeing to stop and just enjoy this experience before it ends. Walking off, you are on a mission to impress tonight. Javi has to get his money's worth. After a while, you walk into his study to find him wearing a gorgeous navy blue suit and tie. Shit, he looks gorgeous. Enough to make you get down on your knees and - “Tresor.” He turns to look at you, his eyes comically wide now he sees the complete look, minus the shoes. 

“Would you mind?” You ask, holding up the heels.

You are stunning, it’s all he can think as he nods and motions you over to the sofa that is in his study. More beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, Javi would get down on his knees and bury his head between your thighs right now if you were to let him. To hell with the meeting. Instead, he kneels down and takes one of your heels into his thigh, hoping you don’t notice that he is rapidly starting to get hard. His fingers press on the inside of your arches and he can’t help but caress your foot. “You look exactly as I thought you would.” He murmurs huskily. “Perfect, tresor, completely breathtaking.” He explains.

You look into his eyes, your heart thumping as his fingers gently caress your ankle bone as he buckles the strap. It takes your breath away how tenderly he does it. His touch sends tingles up your spine and you keep your eyes on him as he caresses your foot, not rushing onto the other shoe. “Thank you.” You murmur, feeling like you’re about to faint from how good it feels, just a simple touch from him.

Javi nods, eyes dark and he gives you a small smirk. “Of course, tresor.” He murmurs, loving the way he can touch you right now. He’s not rushing this because every second he gets to feel you like this is one he wants to treasure. “I hope you enjoy tonight.” He offers, reluctantly setting your first foot down gently before he picks up the other. “I hope you enjoy every night.”

You exhale shakily, “if I’m with you, I will.” You promise, watching him put the other shoe on. You shiver when his fingers brush your skin and you want to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper, “are you ready to go?” You ask, not wanting to be late to his important meeting.

He stands and brushes down the front of his suit nervously. “Do I look okay?” He asks before he holds his hand out to you. “I was going for successful, but not overly proud.” He admits as he helps you up from the sofa. He wants to tug you close and mess up your lipstick, but he doesn’t dare.

You want to tug on his lapel to pull him close so you can kiss his lips but instead, you nod your head, caressing his jacket before you adjust his collar once you’re standing. “You look perfect. Oh woah.” You wobble slightly as you find your balance. His arms shift so he can grab onto your waist, helping you keep upright. “Thank you.” You look at him, realizing how close you are to him. 

Javi inhales sharply, wanting to tug you closer. Seeming like a moment is passing between the two of you, something in the air. He feels his entire body tighten and he forces himself to relax, to let it pass. Smiling softly, his eyes drop to your lips for just a moment before they flicker back up to your eyes. “You’re welcome.” He whispers and then a moment later, ‘shall we go?” 

“Let’s go.” You insist, again, not wanting him to be late. You let him guide you to the front door before he stops you. “Wait. I have something for you.” He announces. Rushing off, he comes back a few moments later with a velvet box. “What is that?” You frown, curious and apprehensive. “Open it.” He insists, handing it over to you. You look at him before you open it, a gasp escaping your lips as you look at the beautiful diamond necklace. “Javi. You shouldn’t - it’s too much.” You shake your head, closing the box before you try to hand it back to him.

“Please?” Javi isn’t above pleading, biting his lip and opening the box instead of taking it from you. “It will look perfect around your neck and I want you to have it. It was made for you.” He murmurs, making sure that he tacks on just a touch of guilt. He wants to give you all the beautiful things. “You didn’t let me buy you jewelry before, but…I couldn’t resist.” 

You give in for a moment, nodding so he can fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushing your skin and it makes you hum. When his hands caress your upper shoulders, he guides you over to the mirror so you can see. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach up to touch the necklace, almost scared to caress it. “Javi. I really can’t accept this. It’s too much.” You shake your head. 

“You really are a terrible sugar baby.” He teases, making you giggle and fluster. “I just don’t want to take advantage. I’m not a gold digger.”

“You cannot be a gold digger if you are not asking for anything.” Javi reminds you, reaching out and brushing your collar bone. “Tresor, I am wealthy beyond what you can imagine.” He admits softly. “I could give you whatever you want and it would not break me.” 

You meet his eyes in the mirror, a soft smile on your face at his words and you stare at him. “I don’t just want your money.” You confess, turning so you can cup his cheek, “I want to know you. I want to be what you need.” You want him for more than just his money. You want him.

Javi’s eyes flutter slightly and he can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. “You are what I need.” He tells you gently. “Exactly what I need. And I - this is always on your terms.” He promises. “I never want more than you are willing to give me.”

You lower your hand, heart thumping in your chest, and you remind yourself that you are here for his dinners and nothing more. He doesn’t really want more. “I know. Let me get my clutch and we can go so you aren’t late.” You tell him, patting his chest and you walk away before you do anything stupid like kiss him.

His shoulders slump slightly, wishing that you had wanted something more than your current arrangement, but he is a man of his word. He will not push you for more. Instead, he grabs the script excerpts and follows after you, keeping his eyes on the sway of your hips and wonders how he is going to keep from telling you what he really wants. “Okay, dinner.” He smiles when he reaches your side again and darts forward to open the door to let you out of the house. “After you, tresor.” 

You are soon driving in the car, your hand still tingling from him helping you into the car. He looks at you from time to time as he drives to the restaurant. Your heart thumps and you look away from him when you arrive at the restaurant. He ushers the valet away so he can open the door for you, making you grin as you take his hand letting him guide you into the restaurant. “You’ll help me?” You ask, suddenly nervous to meet all of these people.

“Of course.” He is nervous as well, but having a hand on your back helps calm him down. It seems to center him. “It will be great.” His hand stays in place when you both approach the hostess stand and he gives the name of the producer that the reservations had been placed under. “This way, Mr. Gutierrez.” The host nods and turns to guide you through the restaurant to a private room in the back, away from the crowds and speculative eyes. “Here we go.” He murmurs in your ear quietly. 

You exhale shakily, nodding as you make your way into the private room, smiling at the men surrounding the table, a couple of women are there too and you are glad it’s not a jolly boys club tonight. Javi guides you over to the table as the men stand, reaching for his hand. “And who is this stunning creature you have with you tonight, Gutierrez?” He asks, his eyes trailing along your form.

Javi introduces you to the producer by your name, smiling proudly at you. “This is Austin Taylor.” He tells you. “He is the producer to work with.” That part is slightly exaggerated but he’s learned how the game needs to be played by Nic. A little schmoozing goes a long way. Looking back over at Austin, he introduces both of you to the others at the table and invites the two of you to sit down. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You say after you sit down, Javi seated beside you and you reach for his hand, knowing that this is the reason why you’re here. You are nervous, squeezing his hand under the table as you try to calm down and act how you’re being paid to act.

Javi listens as the chatter continues around the two of you before the server comes up and asks for the drink orders. Austin orders a bottle for the table and Javi nods his approval, knowing that it’s a good vintage. After they walk away, he turns to Javi. “So how is the script coming along?” He asks, tearing off a chunk of his bread roll and popping it into his mouth. 

Javi grins, looking over at you since you are largely responsible for his creativity with the character. “It’s coming along great!” He picks up the pages he had put together to hand Austin. “I’ve brought you a few pages to read. To get a feel for the characters.”

You bite your lip as Austin reads through the pages, humming and narrowing his eyes at each word. You’re nervous for Javi and you watch as Austin sets the book down. “I love it.” He reveals with a grin. “Wow. This character. She is - it’s beautiful. You can clearly see the admiration and attraction for her and it’s - you gotta keep writing this Jav. I just think it is missing something…” Austin trails off, “she needs more sex appeal. I want Bond Girl sex appeal.”

“Bond girl sex appeal.” Javi mulls it over and turns to look at you, since you are the basis for the character. He takes in your sexy dress and thinks about the heels that you are wearing. His cock twitches and he nods. “I can see it.” He murmurs, turning back to the other man. “I will have her be a fashion designer. Sexy clothes and lofty appeal.” 

You fluster slightly when his dark eyes meet yours. You reach out to touch Javi’s arm, knowing that he needs to be reassured in this situation. He needs to be confident in his writing, in his script. “We need a sexy actress for the role. Someone beautiful. Someone men want to fuck but can’t have. We will start brainstorming. An actress who looks like your beautiful date here.” Austin winks at you.

The pride Javi feels at your beauty being acknowledged makes his chest puff out slightly. “My tresor is a one of a kind beauty.” He tells Austin, reaching for your hand. “We can try to find someone as beautiful, but I fear that we will always fall short.” 

You fluster, looking around the table as you try to not read much into Javi’s words. You squeeze his hand, recovering and you offer him a soft smile. “I am certain you will find someone that will fit your needs.” Austin nods at you, “and you seem to fit Javi’s criteria. I’ve never seen him look so smitten. You’ve certainly inspired his writing.” He winks, patting the script. The waiter comes over with the wine, letting Austin sample once it’s opened before he begins to pour a good measure into everyone’s glass. “To new ventures.” Austin toasts and everyone clinks glasses. Javi meeting your eyes as your glasses touch. “So Javi…tell me how you met this extravagant creature.” Austin asks once the meal has been served.

He is not ashamed of how the two of you met. However, you had both agreed that to others, it would be best if it seemed as if it were a traditional relationship. So people would not assume the worst of you, think you are a call girl or anything like that. “We met in a café.” He answers honestly. “She served me the friendliest cup of coffee that I’d had since I had been in the States and I was immediately drawn to her.” He glances over at you with a soft smile. “I kept coming back every single day to see her, until she finally agreed to be mine.” 

You guess that he is technically right. You are his. You smile back at Javi, nodding as you keep your eyes fixed on his. “It didn’t take that long. Who could resist a handsome face like that?” You coo, reaching up to cup his cheek before you rub your thumb over that lower lip that has been driving you crazy. “I certainly couldn’t. He’s far too sexy and sweet for me to say no. It was an instant attraction.” You aren’t lying, knowing that you could easily fall for Javi, probably have, if you’re truly being honest with yourself.

Javi beams, kissing the tip of your thumb and wishing you meant those words. It would be so easy with you. You fit him and he wants nothing more for it to be real. Instead he looks back at Austin with a small smile. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “You get us talking about our relationship and we will just moon at each other.” He tells the other man with a shrug. “Being in love does that.” 

Your heart pounds and you want to pull him close and press your lips to his but you don’t. Instead, you just lean in to kiss his cheek before you settle back in your seat. “You’ve found a good one, Jav. Hopefully she will continue to inspire you. You have a great future in this town.” Austin promises and you are so pleased for Javier. 

The dinner goes well, Austin promising to speak to the director and producers for the project and you are soon leaving. “Please bring this beautiful woman with you to the next dinner. She’s a delight.” He grins, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His hand is low on your back, barely caressing your ass as he bids you goodbye.

Javi is practically floating on clouds as the two of you walk to the valet station. “This is going to be great.” He gushes. “Thank you for being here.” He squeezes your hand gently. “You helped calm me down, relaxed me. How did you enjoy it?” He asks, eager to make sure you are comfortable as well. He wants you to look forward to going out with him.

“It was good. I am here to make sure you’re happy and that you look good. That’s my job, right?” You say, not with malice but with reality. He frowns and you try to not be a little disappointed that that's all you’re gonna be to him. You let him settle you into the car after the valet opens the door and you watch him as he pulls away from the curb, the Ferrari roaring as he makes his way back to his home. “Tonight was a success.” You declare, knowing they loved his script.

“Tonight was great!” Javi shouts, slapping the steering wheel happily. “I feel- we should celebrate! Do something! What should we do?” He demands, turning to you with joy and curiosity on his face. He wants to know what you would do to celebrate.

“Let’s go swimming.” You tell him, excited to try the pool and he told you earlier he has these beautiful lights that he can control to change the scene. You want to cool off after all of the heat of this evening. 

You love the excited grin on his face as he nods. “Yes! Let’s do it.” He speeds a little faster towards his house and soon enough, you tell him you’ll be outside on the patio once you’ve changed. You bite your lip, admiring the swim suits Javi let you pick out online and you decide on one of the skimpier ones for your night time dip. After changing, your heart pounds as you make your way outside.

Javi bites his lip, knowing that all he has are speedos and that will not hide the fact that he gets hard around you. Hopefully he will be able to keep you from noticing. Deciding to throw on a button up shirt, he makes his way out to the pool to set up the lights and pull a bottle of champagne out of the outdoor fridge. Opening it and pouring two flutes for the two of you to enjoy while you swim. 

You walk out to find Javi standing there with two flutes of champagne, making you melt at the soft look on his face, and you remind yourself that this is an innocent evening swim. “To a successful night.” He toasts once you’re holding your glass. You secretly hope he likes the swim suit as you sip the champagne.

His mouth is dry and he has to take a large gulp of the champagne to keep from staring at you. The suit hugs your curves and looks stunning on you, making him wish that you had worn those heels with it for the full effect. His cock twitches at the idea and he pulls the glass down from his lips. “Shall we get in the pool?” He asks, nodding towards the sparkling water, reflecting the lights overhead and lighting up the edges. 

“Let’s do it.” You are eager to sink into his pool, setting the plastic glass down on the side before you make your way to the stairs, looking over your shoulder at him for a moment as you walk down the steps and sigh when the warm water surrounds you. “God this feels good.”

Javi shudders and his cock starts to harden at your breathy comment. Making him imagine that same phrase being moaned when he’s sinking into you. Biting his lip, he rushes over and sets his own drink down, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it aside so he can get into the pool. Hopefully without you seeing that he’s getting hard.

You swear you’ve never seen such a sexy man. His tan chest glistens as he walks into the pool and you watch him in awe, the lights sparkling as the water ebbs and flows. You pick up your drinks, making your way over to him as you offer him a soft smile.

Javi smiles as he takes the drink from your hand, touching the plastic rim to yours. “To success.” He offers. “May we always get what we want.” He wishes he could have you. He would toss aside the glass and kiss you if he could right now. Wrap your legs around his waist and press you up against the edge of the pool and explore your body eagerly.

You nod, sipping your drink and you shift to set it down, unable to stop yourself from pressing up against him. Testing the waters of what he wants from you, you keep yourself against him as you set the glass down on the edge of the pool.

Inhaling sharply, Javi nearly drops the glass of champagne into the pool. Dark eyes searching yours, wondering if you are playing some sort of game with hum. “Tresor…” He practically whimpers when he feels your breasts against his chest. He knows you had to feel him against your hip, especially the way his dick jumped at your fingers on his skin as you wind your arms around his neck. “I- are you-“ he can’t even get the words out, afraid this might be a dream.

You press yourself against him even more, deciding to take the risk, and you lean in closer to kiss along his neck. “I am.” You murmur as you kiss his jaw. “I want you to touch me….if you want.” You add, suddenly a little hesitant and nervous that he doesn’t want you for more than just company.

“Shit.” Javi hisses, wrapping his arms around you and turning his head so he can capture your lips with his own. It’s desperate and messy and he feels like he’s going to explode as his tongue slides into your mouth and you moan for him. Making him pull you tighter against his, backing you up against the pool edge just like he had imagined.

You gasp his name as he kisses along your throat, making you whimper and you scratch your nails along his chest. “Tell me what you want.” You demand, kissing along his jaw before you playfully bite his lower lip, his hard cock pressed against your thigh but you need to hear him say it.

“I want you.” He confesses, rasping out the words against your skin. If you don’t want him, he will go right back to the arrangement you had before. “But I want you to want me. Don’t just say it because of our arrangement.”

“I want you.” You promise, surging forward to press your lips back to his, shifting to wrap your legs against his waist so you can get even closer. His hard cock now pressing against your core and you slide your tongue along his lower lip, wanting access.

He groans into your mouth, holding you tighter and sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Wanted you from the beginning.” He confesses and he breaks off to kiss down your throat again. “First day I met you.”

“Really?” You gasp, tilting your head back. “God, I wanted you too. Always thought you were so sexy and I - shit - I want you Javi. I want you to fuck me.” You whine, grinding against him as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he nips your skin.

“Where?” He gasps against your skin, wanting nothing more than to take you right here. “Where do you want me? Right here? Pull your sexy little bikini to the side? Or carry you into your bedroom and spread you out?”

You whimper at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to wait to dry off and make it to the bedroom. You take a chance, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top and let it fall so it floats in the water, displaying your tits to his eager gaze.

“Fuck.” Javi shudders and his hand comes up to cup one tit and ducks his head down, wrapping his lips around the other. Delighting in your cry of surprise and pleasure while he sucks on the stiff nipple and flicking his tongue over it. He’s died and gone to heaven, feeling your grinding down on his cock through the fabric of his speedo and your bikini bottom. Biting gently on your tit before he soothes it with his tongue while his fingers roll your other nipple and tugs on it. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry when he switches breasts, his hand squeezing the one slick with his spit. “Shit baby. Oh that feels good.” You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as he bites down. You love it. “Please. I need you inside of me.” You pant, soaking wet for him.

“Do it.” Javi wants it to be your choice, giving you permission to pull him out of his speedos and sink down on him. “Fuck baby, take what you want.” He coos, pulling away from your nipple to speak, looking up at you with dark eyes. “I will give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

You fumble, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his speedos, gasping at the thickness in your hand, and you tug on your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside so you’re completely naked and you moan when you notch him at your dripping cunt. “I want you.” You tell him, sinking down on his girth under the water. 

Javi moans your name, mouth open in pleasure and he doesn’t resist when your fingers sink into his hair to tug on it, bringing his lips back up to yours. He never imagined he would get to have you like this, feeling your walls clench around him while you adjust to him. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs against your lips. “So good.”

You exhale shakily, the stretch of his girth is something you aren’t used to. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex and he’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever had sex with. “Shit Jav. You feel so good.” You moan, taking him deeper inside of you.

The water sloshes around you when Javi lowers his hips and thrusts back into you with a low moan. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, feeling the way that your walls slide around him, tight and slick. “Imagined - fuck, imagined this a lot. When we- when we were shopping.” He confesses, cock twitching inside you and he thrusts into you again.

“Me too. Imagined - imagined this while you would come in to get coffee. Imagined you just fucking me on the counter after I took your order.” You admit breathlessly, kissing along his jaw as you try to work yourself on his cock, lifting up and down once you’re used to his girth.

Groaning, Javi lets his hand roam all over your body, sliding one behind his back and caressing your foot while you ride him in the water. “You were on the menu?” He teases, loving how you feel, imagining the lips of your cunt stretched around him. “I would have ordered you every day.”

You love the way he caresses your foot, knowing he has a foot fetish. “I was always on the menu. You can have me every day now.” You promise, rocking against him as you lean forward to kiss his neck. “I’m yours now. For whatever you want.”

He squeezes your foot, pulling his hand away reluctantly. He’s never met a woman who would indulge him so he needs to keep that hidden, not wanting to scare you off. “I - fuck, you are so perfect.” He moans, turning his head so he can kiss your lips.

You sigh into his mouth, lifting yourself up and down on his cock. Your back is getting scratched by the side of his pool but you don’t care, too entranced by the way he caresses you. “God Javi. I need - I need you to help me.” You admit, wanting him to thrust into you, show you what he wants.

Spinning around in the pool, he presses his own back up against the edge. The water makes it easier for him to lift and lower you onto his cock while he rocks up into you. Grunting, he speeds up, making sure that he hits deep inside you before he pulls you off. “Better?” He asks, leaning in to kiss you tenderly despite the harsher pace.

“So much better.” You whimper into his mouth, caressing his back as he hits deep inside of you. “Fuck. Yes. Right there. Oh God Jav. You’re so big. Fill me up just right. I want you to - to cum inside of me. Make me cum.” You plead, biting down on his jaw before you kiss along his neck.

“Yes, yes.” He hisses, rocking up into you harder. He can’t rub your clit and work you like he wants to. “Fuck, rub your clit.” He begs. “I’m not going to last long, you are too perfect.”

You reach between you, your fingers finding your clit and you rub it frantically, desperate to cum after so many nights lusting after him. “Oh yes. Yes yes yes. Shit. I’m gonna cum. Javi. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, your head tilting back before you surge forward into his chest, clamping down on his cock as you cry his name.

It’s probably the closest to Heaven Javi has ever been. Groaning and rocking you through it as best he can. You are like a vice around him and the water churns from his thrusts. “Fuck, yes, cum for me tresor, I’m -“ he cuts off in a strangled cry of pleasure, thrusting deep while he pulls you down on his cock, filling you with his seed.

You work yourself through it, rubbing your clit until you reach out to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. “Shit, baby. Oh fuck. It’s so good.” You pant, kissing his neck as you come down from your high. You can’t believe how boneless you feel, enjoying the way his cum fills you up.

He groans, holding you tight and tries to catch his breath. Hoping that you don’t change your mind about him now that he’s gotten to experience you, “it was incredible.” He hums happily. “Best way to celebrate.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “You wanted it, right? It wasn't because I buy you things or you live here? You never have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I wanted it.” You promise, “I wanted you. You know I wouldn’t do it unless I wanted it.” You remind him, knowing he knows how stubborn you can be. “I wanted it, Javi.” You promise, kissing along his jaw before you press your lips to his. “I don’t know what this is but I want you. I want to be yours.” You tell him, “for whatever you need and desire.”

He sighs happily, kissing your lips several times again. “I just need you.” He murmurs softly, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling against your neck. The water starts to calm down, gently lapping at both of your skin and he chuckles. “I have to say I didn’t see this happening tonight, but I will sleep like a baby.” He tells you, still against your pulse. “As long as you sleep beside me?”

You bite your lip, hesitant to get too involved with him but you know you want to spend as much time as you can with him before he is done with you. “Yes. I can do that.” You kiss him again, realizing that you’re completely naked and dripping his cum. “Shit. I- I should tell you that I have an IUD and I’m clean. We didn’t exactly have that conversation before we - you know.”

Javi hums, nodding. He hadn’t really thought of it either. “I have negative tests.” He promises. “I have not been with someone since my last relationship.” He strokes your back and kisses you one last time before he lifts you off his softening cock. “I trust you, tresor.”

Even just hearing him say that he trusts you is enough to make you fall in love with him. His dark eyes and handsome face make your heart thump. “I trust you too.” You lean in to kiss the skin above his heart. “Come on baby, let’s clean up and get some sleep. I’m exhausted now.” You shift to stand up before you make your way towards the stairs out of the pool, looking over your shoulder and chuckling when you see his eyes focused on your ass.

Javi waits for you to grab some clothes from your room and walks through the house with you. There is no one at night but the two of you and you’ve never seen his bedroom. Hopefully you don’t mind it. “If you aren’t comfortable, you can always go back to your room.”

You are dry and dressed in your tank top and shorts as you enter his suite. “Oh wow. This is - it’s bigger than my room.” Your eyes are wide as you look around his expansive suite. “Shall we get some sleep? I want you to hold me.”

“Let me change and I’ll be right there.” Javi rushes into his bathroom to strip off the speedos and clean up, putting on just a pair of boxers. He loves that you are not wearing lingerie, he just wants to experience normal things with you. Coming back out, he smiles when he finds you turning down the covers of the large bed. “I think I like this already.” He teases. “A beautiful woman sliding into bed with me.”

You playfully glance around, “you got one coming over soon?” You tease and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at him and snuggle into his pillows, “so comfy. Just need you now.” You pat the space between you, needing him to hold you.

Grinning, Javi climbs into the bed and turns off the lights, pulling you into his arms as he settles in. Sighing happily when you snuggle into him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Goodnight tresor.” He murmurs softly, stroking your back and kissing your head gently.

You look up as Javi enters the kitchen. It’s been a few weeks since the first night you slept together and you haven’t slept in your assigned room since. You know you shouldn’t get too attached but you can’t help it. You are falling for him. You flip the pancakes just as he walks over to the kitchen counter. “Morning sunshine.” You tease, glancing over at the clock that says 11am. You were up half the night having sex and he loves sleeping in.

“Good morning.” He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “It smells delicious, tresora.” He compliments. “What time are your classes today?” He knows you have school and will use the time to work on his script.

“Not until 2pm so we have plenty of time to eat breakfast and then I want to taste you.” You coo, turning your head to press your lips to his. He groans into your mouth, making you giggle and you gently slap his chest. “Let me finish making breakfast and then we can get busy again. I’m surprised you’re not satisfied after last night.”

“Never get enough of you.” It’s true, Javi is completely in love with you. Not that he’s said those words out loud, too afraid of being told that you don’t feel the same. He slaps your ass playfully when you turn back to the stove. “Make me feel like a teenager again.” He slides over to the coffee machine and starts setting up espressos for both of you. You had wanted a fancy machine so he had bought you one, and in turn, you had shown him how to use it.

You grin, watching him as he finishes making the coffees like you taught him and you plate up the breakfast. Once you’re both seated, you dig into the food, loving his moans of appreciation. “It’s good?” You tease, loving his moans as he nods. “Good.”

Javi eagerly shoves another bite into his mouth. He loves how you dote on him. Spoiling him by cooking for him instead of wanting to go out to fancy dinners. Most nights you stay home unless he has an event even when he’s offered to take you out to clubs. “I’m going to have to start using the gym, you feed me like this.” He groans, smiling over at you, “or do more laps in the pool.”

You smirk, watching him set his knife and fork down. “Or we could burn it off in other ways.” You wink at him, “I’m sure you will burn it off by fucking me hard and fast later. Or we could go dancing later. I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” You tell him, cutting up your pancakes as you watch him, those dark eyes burning into your own.

“You want to go dancing, tresor?” Javi smiles a slow sensual smile that promises that he will be glued to your body while the music plays. “If you finish your work at school and I get my next scene finished, we will dress up and go out tonight.” He promises. “Wear your favorite heels.” They are his favorites as well.

You carry your heels in your hand as you walk into Javier’s room - now your room for your extended stay in his home bar, your closet - and you know he will want to put the heels on your feet. “I’m ready baby. Just need to put my shoes on. Can you help me?” You ask, a teasing smile on your face.

“Absolutely.” Javi steps out of the bathroom fastening his watch to his wrist and groans happily at how sexy you look. The shoes will be the icing on the cake. “It’s a good thing we got pedicures a few days ago.” He teases, looking down at your freshly painted toes.

You playfully wiggle your toes before you walk over to the bench at the end of his bed, sitting down to wait for him to put your shoes on. “And your favorite cherry red.” You tease, knowing how much he adores the color.

“It looks fantastic on you.” Javi hikes his pants up slightly and kneels down in front of you. Caressing your foot softly before he holds out his other hand for the heel to put on for you. He loves that you let him do this for you.

You watch him for a moment, deciding to not hand him the shoe right away, and you shift your foot from his hand, pressing it into his groin. “I know what you like, Jav. Let me give you what you want.” You coo, rubbing his semi hard cock with the ball of your foot.

A filthy groan spills from his lips and he knows you feel the way his cock twitches as he imagines his fantasy. Although there is no way you are meaning that. “Of course you do.” He manages to croak out hoarsely. “You already do.” He wants to shift his hips up, to grind against your foot, but he can’t. You will be disgusted by that, and him.

When he slightly shifts his hips up to grind against your foot, you smirk. “I mean what you really want.” You reach down to unbuckle his belt, deciding to take a risk and pull his cock out of his pants. Half hard, you start to rub him with the ball of your foot.

His whine is laced with shame, cheeks burning and he can’t help the way that his hips seek your foot. “Shit, tresoro…” he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in your eyes. Not too many people seemed to be okay with a man who loved feet. He hates that you found out, even if he gets to feel your foot against his cock this once before you laugh in his face and walk out of his life. “I’m sorry- I, you weren’t - weren’t supposed to find out.” He gasps when you push a little harder down on his shaft.

“You didn’t hide it very well. The shoes…the pedicures. You love feet. That’s okay. There’s worse things.” You smile, pressing a little harder against his cock. “I love seeing you fall apart. Tell me what you want. I’m yours, remember? What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, voice lowering as you rub his cock with your foot.

“Fuck.” Javi whimpers, his eyes opening and finding yours. You have a smile on your face, but you aren’t mocking him. Instead you seem….willing. “I-I- you-“ he stutters slightly, grinding up against your foot even more. “This, more of this.” He confesses, cock spurting out a small bead of precum as he fully hardens.

You smirk, lifting your other foot and you balance yourself on the bed so you can press both feet to his cock, encasing him in your grip as you slowly rock your legs to begin sliding his hard length between your feet.

“Oh shit.” He can’t believe you are doing this. “Fuck- I, God it feels so good.” He moans, rolling his hips up and watching your feet slide up and down his now painfully hard cock. It could use some lubrication, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

You are enthralled with the way he looks at you. “Spit. Want you to add lube.” You tell him, continuing to work his cock. He lets out a whine, leaning down to spit onto his cock and you work him again with your feet, loving the groan that escapes his lips. “Spit again. Need more.”

“Tresoro.” He whines your nickname and does as you ask, bracing his hands on his thighs as he shifts up, thrusting into arches of your feet. “God, this is- fuck, I love this.” He babbles. “Never- never thought I would be able to - God, it’s so good.” One hand covers a foot and squeezes.

You moan at him touching your foot, pushing you harder into his cock. “You look so hot, fucking my feet like this baby. God, no one has done this for you?” You ask and he shakes his head. You grin, happy to be able to indulge him. “Enjoy it. I want you to cum for me. I want you to paint my feet with your cum.”

He moans your name, completely done for now that you’ve said that. That you are okay with this. His eyes are on his cock, working in and out from between your pretty feet. “Fuck.” He grunts, watching your toes curl around him. “Gonna cum soon.” He knows he will, feels it building up.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” You plead, working his cock with your feet and your thighs are starting to hurt but you work your way through it because you are desperate to watch him cum, obsessed with it since he first fucked you.

It only takes a few more thrusts, desperate and needy before he’s yelling your name. His cock throbbing between your feet before he starts spurting ropes of cum over your feet and his thighs, ruining the pants he is wearing while he whines in pleasure.

You work him through it, your feet slick with his cum, and you love how he closes his eyes in pleasure. “God, that’s so sexy.” You moan, your panties slick from arousal and you swear you’ve never seen such a sexy sight.

“Fuck.” He can’t believe that you just let him do that. Desperate to make you feel good, Javi lunges forward and pushes you back on the bed. “Fuck.” He pushes your dress up and drags your pantries down so he can bury his face in your folds.

You cry out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair when his tongue delves into your folds. “Oh fuck baby. Oh - oh shit.” You hiss, tilting your head back as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He’s ravenous, ready to make you cum just as hard as he just did. Ready to give you everything you want and more. You have given him something he has always wanted and never been able to experience. He loves you, he knew he had before, but now he’s certain of it. He groans into your cunt, dark eyes on your face as he sucks on your clit harshly.

You gasp, tilting your head up so you can look at him. “Fuck baby. That feels - God, it’s so good.” You tug on his hair, certain that you are going to cum soon. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue but you swallow them, not wanting to say something and ruin it all. You know this is just an arrangement. “Fuck baby. Yes. Yesss. Just like that.” You whine when his tongue flattens over your clit.

“Lofe you.” He groans the words sloppily into your cunt, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His fingers dig into your thighs and push them farther apart, ready to drive you crazy. He pulls away from your clit and slides down, pushing his tongue deep into your cunt.

You swear you hear him say he loves you but you know that’s just your imagination. You are soon swept up in the pleasure of his tongue deep inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit, and you dig your heels into his back. “Oh Jav. Javi. Javiiii.” You squeal, clamping down on his tongue as he curls it deep inside of you.

He moans happily, slurping down the rush of your juices as they pour out of you. Licking and lapping at your cunt until you are gasping his name and pushing at his head before he kisses your clit. “I love you, tresor.” He murmurs softly, turning his head and kissing your thigh. “I know it’s not the same for you, but I can’t help how I feel. My character, the movie, is based on you.” He confesses, hoping you won’t be offended. 

You shift to sit up on your elbows, looking down at him in shock. “What did you say?” You ask breathlessly. 

“My character is based off of you.” He admits, flustered, and you shake your head. 

“No. No. Not that. You said - you said you love me.” You say and he nods, biting his lip as he rests his cheek on your thigh. A wide grin appears on your cheeks, “well I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”

“Really?” His eyes widen and you nod, making him push up off the floor and lunge forward so he can press his lips to yours. “I love you,” he breathes against your lips, overwhelmed by the pure joy that is bursting in his chest. “I love you.”

You love how excited and eager he is. “Javi.” You murmur against his mouth, gently pushing him away. “I don’t - I don’t want this to be something casual. I don’t want to be a golddigger or - or someone you will be with until you’re bored. I don’t want people to think I’m with you for your money.” You admit, suddenly nervous now that this is real, not just a transaction.

Javi smiles, caressing your cheek gently. “I don’t think you are with me for my money.” He promises. “I- I have kept something from you.” He shakes his head when you immediately look even more worried. “I didn’t tell you how rich I am.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m a billionaire.” He confesses. “But I don’t think I will ever be bored with you. I know I won’t. I’m thinking of marriage.” He bites his lip, waiting for your reaction.

Your eyes widen, processing everything he said. You don’t care about the money but the fact that he’s a billionaire has you reeling. This sweet, incredible man has more money than you could ever imagine and he wants you. He wants to marry you. You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. “I want to be yours. In every way. Your girlfriend. Your fiancé. Your wife. The mother of your children. I want it all Jav. I love you.” You surge forward to press your lips to his.

He sighs against your lips, pulling you tight and sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He’s happy that you love him, happy that you accept his more unusual proclivities. “Does that mean that you will let me buy you more jewelry? My wife deserves it.” He huffs with a smile. “Plus I love toe rings and I’ve wanted to buy you some.”

You giggle and nod, “yes. I’ll accept the toe rings. God, you really do have a foot fetish. More jewelry but nothing insane.” You warn him, not wanting something that costs a ridiculous amount of money. “I want to make my own way too. Get through school and have a career then we can discuss marriage and kids.” You tell him, running your fingers through his hair.

Javi nods, a serious look on his face. “Your career is your own, I want you to have all your dreams come true.” He knows that he can’t make it happen for you, the drive has to come from your hard work, although he can support you along the way. “I am not in a rush.” He promises softly with a smile, leaning in to kiss you again. “Although I do want you to officially move into the bedroom. Move your closet over.”

You smile, kissing him once more. “I don’t want to be your sugar baby forever. I want to be yours. Only yours. I love you baby. I want you. I want to be yours.” You run your fingers through his hair.

Javi smiles, leaning in and kissing your lips. “Do you want to clean up and still go out dancing baby?” He murmurs softly, looking down at the mess he made of you and himself. “I just want to be with you, no matter what. You are my baby, not my sugar baby.”

You nod, “let’s go dancing and you can fuck me on the Ferrari before we come home.” You smirk, wanting to feel him inside of you now you know he feels the same. “And I want you to dance with me. Hold me close and show everyone that I’m yours.”

“Absolutely, tresor.” Javi smiles at you happily as he stands and offers you his hand to help you up. “After all, you are not only my muse, but my most precious treasure.”

You smirk, knowing that he calls you his treasure. You have known it from the beginning. “I love you.” You murmur, pecking his lips once more. “Let’s go out and celebrate your script being picked up then you can fuck me and make me cum while I wear those earrings you bought me.” You shift to stand up, winking at him as you make your way to the bathroom.

Javi watches you go, a silly grin on his face before he starts to strip off his ruined pants and shirt. He is eager to get you to the club to show you off, show the world that you’re his and he can’t believe you want him. Leaving Mallorca to pursue his dreams, Javi never imagined he’d find success, let alone the love of his life. He knows that his advice to his children will always be to follow your dreams. He hopes that one day, you’ll be the mother of his children. His dreams will come true, he knows they will when he has his tresor.

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CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE! You deserve all the love and praise, your writing is wonderful. 💜💜💜

I would like to humbly request my sweet babygirl Javi G. I noticed hair pulling wasn't on the list but I'm sure we can agree that his gorgeous curls are RIPE for yanking.

I was also thinking of how sweet, pliant, and submissive he might be, and what a good, good boy he would be when I sat on his face. 😈

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PATTI MY DARLING. FIRST OF ALL, I am sorry it took me so long to get to this one - the smut sensation requests went feral and so did my motivation for them, BUT WE ARE BACK, so please consider this a late birthday gift from me to you - I hope you love it 🫶🏼

Pairing | Javi G x F!Reader 

Word Count | 727

Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. Sub!Javi, Dom!Reader, edging, teasing, hair pulling, oral sex (F receiving), unprotected PiV sex, creampie. Unbeta'd so mistakes all my own.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration (now bleeding into my 2K celebration) - if you want to read previous requests, you can do that here .

You didn’t think there was a more beautiful sight that the one before you right now. Javi, splayed out on his bed, completely naked, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. You can physically see his cock throbbing where it’s resting on his belly, pre-come smearing onto his skin from the amount you’ve teased him already tonight. 

The balcony doors are wide open, a cool breeze blowing through the net curtains, the sound of the ocean crashing against the beach below. The only sound sweeter than that is him begging you, begging you to finally make him come after bringing him to the edge and denying him more times that you can count. 

“Please, mi amor,” He whines as you move up his body, kissing up his chest until you’re straddled over his hips, pussy just out of reach as he bucks up into you, “Enough teasing.” 

You drag your soaked folds across the length of him, a sadistic giggle leaving your lips as he groans at the contact, wanting nothing more than for you to sink down onto him and fuck him. 

“I’ll give you what you want,” You breathe against his lips, before you clamber further up his body, “But first, you’ve got to earn it, sweet boy.” 

Your hips straddle his face, your hand carding through the luscious locks of his hair as his hands come to grip the globes of your ass, guiding you down to his mouth. Your head tips back in pleasure as you feel his tongue trail from your clit, down to your weeping hole, where he drinks your slick from you, before trailing the tip of his tongue right back up to your clit, where he uses the tip of his tongue to flick across the swollen bud. 

You keep your hands in his hair, tugging at his brown curls as you start to grind your face back down onto his mouth, moving your hips with his tongue as it swirls around your clit, building you up until you’re a writhing mess above him. 

“Come on, sweet boy,” You moan, a particularly hard tug of his curls in your hand making him groan directly into your pussy, “Suck on me,” You demand, “Make me come, and I’ll return the favour.” 

He does exactly as you ask, like the obedient man he is, latching his lips around your clit and sucking, the pressure almost folding you, until he adds his tongue back into the equation and you really are folding. You grip the headboard in front of you as you come on his face, hips shaking as your thighs squeeze around his face. You drag yourself from his face, awkwardly moving back down his body until your cunt is sinking down onto his cock. He lets out a strangled moan at finally getting what he wanted. 

You give him a moment to adjust, leaning down to kiss his lips. You taste yourself on his mouth, a heady mixture that melds with the champagne you’d drunk over dinner. You make sure that your tongue gathers every inch of your taste from his mouth as you start rocking your hips, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of your drenched cunt. 

“Mi amor,” He groans out, hands resting on your hips to guide your movements, “I won’t last.” 

“That’s okay, baby,” You coo, running your hands gently through the curls you were just tugging at moments before, “You can come whenever you want.” 

It’s almost as if it was only permission he needed, like he was holding off, waiting for you to let him do it, because it takes all of three thrusts into you for him to come – those thick, white ropes of his spend coating your walls as his strangled cries of your name fill the room. When you’re sure he has nothing left to give to you, you let his cock slip from inside you, falling onto the bed next to him as he rolls onto his side, lips pressing into your neck as his hands trail down your body. 

You smirk as his fingers slide between your folds, gathering the mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingers, dragging it up to circle over your clit, begging you to let him make you feel good. He always was one who wanted to please, after all. 

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[laureliciousdefinition]

The Beach | Javi Gutierrez X reader

Summary: a reunion at the beach with Javi.

Rating: 18+!

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

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

Crossposted on ao3 <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay right there.”

You bit back your smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, Javi,” you groaned out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, Javi.” You instructed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Javi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Javi didn’t answer, only continued his movements.

“I asked you a question, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Up for another, amor?”

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[din-jarhead]

Daylight

Cross My Heart Chapter Two

Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Rating: E 18+ (minors skedaddle)

Warnings/tags: fluff, brief mention of anxiety and therapy, lots of smut, sundress (iykyk), oral (m and f rec), unprotected piv, lil bit of dry humping, riding, cockwarming, the tiniest dash of dom!Javi, cuddling, Javi being a Taylor Swift stan because I said so

Word Count: 2.8k (most of that is porn ngl)

Summary: It’s the day after you and Javi crossed the line. What now?

A/N: It’s here! It only took me 13 months…

I hope y’all enjoy this next part of the series! I’m pretty proud of it! I am trying to decide on a consistent nickname for reader but a lot of the nicknames I think of have already been used in several other great fics and I don’t want to copy anyone/overuse one. I’ve tried out a couple options in this chapter, but feedback and/or ideas about this would be super appreciated!

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Sunlight streams through the window, slowly warming you and pulling you from sleep. For a brief moment, you’re not sure where you are. This isn’t your bed— 

Oh. Right. It’s not your bed, it’s Javi’s bed. That wasn’t a dream, you really did sleep with Javi last night.

As your mind reaches full consciousness you register the weight of him behind you, breathing softly. You turn, seeing his peaceful face upon which his soft curls rest, slightly ruffled from sleep but still gorgeous. 

You want to let him sleep, but you can’t stop your hand from reaching out to card through his hair, unable to resist now that you have the freedom to do so. You’d wondered for so long if his hair was really as soft as it looked. It isn’t, it’s softer.

He stirs, slowly opening his eyes and softly smiling as he realizes what had disturbed his rest. 

“You’re still here” he whispers, looking happier than you’ve ever seen him.

“Of course, you didn’t think I’d leave, did you?” You move your hand from his hair down his arm, taking his hand in yours and pressing it to your lips. 

“No, no I just— I worried I had dreamt the whole thing.” He squeezes your hand as if to check again that you’re real. 

“Me too, for a minute. But here we are” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. 

Neither of you have any inclination to get up right away, content to sit in this moment as long as possible. You continue to kiss, not in a hurried way or with any desire to go in a particular direction, just enjoying your opportunity to explore each other. 

As Javi moves closer, however, you feel him hard against your stomach, sending a spike of arousal straight to your core. You know it’s a natural physical response, but why not take care of him since you have the opportunity? 

You pull Jevi gently by the shoulders and begin to roll fully onto your back, encouraging him to get on top of you. He goes willingly, taking up the space you make for him between your legs. 

It’s quiet, save for Javi whispering “you’re sure?” before you enthusiastically tell him yes and he slowly slides into you.

He presses deep, taking his time. You move together like waves on the beach, knowing you’ll both find your release and just enjoying the moment. 

You cum with the help of Javi’s fingers circling your clit just as he stills inside you, filling you up. 

Javi extricates himself from you to retrieve a washcloth, returning wearing a t-shirt and boxers. He gently cleans you before taking your hand to help you out of bed and handing you one of his shirts to wear. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 

Javi treats you to an unnecessarily extravagant breakfast, and while you eat your eggs, bacon, waffles, and French toast, you make a plan for the day, namely moving your belongings from the guest house into the main house.

Normally moving in with someone so soon would feel completely crazy, but you’d been practically living there anyway and though the romantic aspect was new, your relationship was not. 

You decide it would be best to still keep some of your things in the guest house just so you’d always have your own space, knowing there are times when both of you really need some quiet time to yourselves. 

Despite your comically large breakfast that morning, you and Javi work up an appetite from all of the lifting and walking back and forth between the guest and main house while moving your stuff.

Given that it’s a beautiful spring day, Javi suggests that the two of you have a little picnic, knowing how much you love to visit the nearby botanical gardens. 

You excitedly agree, informing him that you’re going to shower and change into something a little more date-worthy.

Making your way to the bathroom, you turn back to Javi with a mischievous smile. 

“You’re welcome to join me” you wink and continue to walk away, a little more swing in your hips than usual. 

Javi can’t form words to respond quickly enough, practically running across the room to catch up with you. 

You help each other undress as you wait for the water to warm, unable to keep your hands or lips to yourselves. Your kisses heat up as quickly as the shower does, and as soon as you step inside you’re sinking to your knees. 

“What are you doing, cariño?” Javi asks knowingly, hardening quickly as he realizes what is about to happen. 

“Just wanna thank you for breakfast, baby” you respond, stroking his now very hard cock and placing feather-light kisses along his length and kitten licks to his tip.

Javi groans as you take him as far into your mouth as you can, hand stroking what you cannot. 

“So good, bebita. Don’t stop” Javi moans as you continue to take him deeper.

You hum around him, pleased he’s enjoying himself so much. 

Soon you’re taking all of him in, breathing through your nose so you don’t choke on the thickness of him. 

Javi’s hand flies to your hair, breaths ragged. 

“Mierda— I’m close, can I—”

You respond by grabbing his thighs and pulling him even closer, telling him exactly where you want him to cum. 

You bob your head a few more times before Javi’s hips are stuttering and you swallow down his release. 

As you pull off of him, he looks down at you with amazement. 

“You are incredible. Let me take care of you now.” 

You certainly don’t argue as he helps you stand and leads you toward the marble bench, which of course his ridiculously large fancy shower includes, and as you sit he takes his turn on his knees. 

His strong arms pull you forward and his broad shoulders spread you wide for him, as he slowly kisses up your inner thigh toward where you’re aching for him. 

He licks at you like a popsicle on a 100 degree day, with an excitement that makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are. That’s not to say you’re not really enjoying it, the movement of his tongue is dragging you to the edge ridiculously fast. 

You’re already so close as Javi adds two fingers, curling them perfectly as his tongue expertly circles your clit. 

“Javi oh god— right there pleasepleaseplease”

Your hand grabs his hair as your orgasm slams into you, maybe a little too roughly but Javi doesn’t seem to mind, in fact the noise he makes indicates he might really like it.  

He works you through it, free hand gently stroking one of your shaking thighs, until you come back to yourself. 

You pull him up quickly for a kiss, tongues tangling as you taste yourself on him. 

You rest your foreheads together as you both catch your breath. 

Both realizing you still have to actually shower, Javi helps you stand, though your legs are practically jelly. 

“Not sure if I’m totally stable,” you tell Javi, huffing out a laugh.

He smiles and tightens his grip on your arms, holding you upright. 

“Don’t worry, bebita, I’ve got you.” 

Once done with the actual cleaning part of your shower, you and Javi find some comfortable outfits for your picnic. Javi throws on a linen shirt and some blue pants, while you opt for your favorite sundress. Not only is it light and perfect for today’s weather, you also know you look great in it and expect Javi will really enjoy it. 

When Javi sees you, he checks you out rather obviously, but says nothing indicating he’s thinking about anything particularly salacious, simply stating “you look lovely, querida.” 

While the gardens are not particularly busy with it being a weekday, there are still people around and you’re mindful of Javi’s recent anxiety around strangers. 

You squeeze his hand as you find a picnic spot in a more secluded area, asking him how he’s doing. 

“I am just fine, but thank you for asking. It is much easier when I’m with you.” He smiles as he helps you lay out the blanket and set up your food and drinks. 

“I’m glad I can help,” you respond, “but I do think it might be a good idea for you to find someone to talk to about this. It’s good to work through it.” 

Javi’s smile falters briefly, his lingering fear of being seen as weak or unstable making him worry for a moment that you don’t think he can take care of himself. But he quickly reminds himself that you care so much about his well-being, and you’ve told him in the past how helpful therapy was for you. 

“Okay I will start looking for someone, as long as you help me. I have no idea where to start,” he replies.

“Of course.” 

Your conversation moves on to many other topics as you eat, conversation flowing easily as it always has between you. Even if you don’t have something to talk about for a moment, you enjoy just sitting with each other. 

As you look around the gardens during a pause in your conversation, you notice some butterflies enjoying the flowers. You tell Javi to look, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you. 

“Javi, why aren’t you looking? They’re so pretty” you ask, glancing back at him to see the way he’s admiring you with so much adoration. 

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you” he responds, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. 

You roll your eyes playfully at the cheesy line but let him guide you forward, but pull back slightly when you realize why that phrase was familiar. 

“Are you quoting Taylor Swift?” 

Javi smiles and shrugs his shoulders. 

“She has a way with words.”

You can’t argue with that, so you let him close the small distance between you, slotting your lips against his. 

You pack up your things and leave the gardens as the sun begins to set, not having realized how long you had spent there already. You had been enjoying each other's company so much, it felt like no time at all. 

You walk in the door still smiling like a fool, because Javi is so perfect, and you can’t  believe this was only your first day as a couple and your first actual date. 

Which is why you’re surprised when Javi closes the front door and abruptly pushes you up against it, grabbing your hips tightly and kissing you with a fierceness you hadn’t expected from him. 

You definitely don’t mind though, not when he’s kissing and nipping your neck, moving his hands up to rub his hands over your covered breasts. 

“Javi—” you gasp, “what’s gotten into you?” You grab his hair, gently tugging him upward so he’ll look at you and explain his sudden change in mood. 

“I just— mierda this dress is driving me crazy. Wanted to be— be respectful and have a nice date but the second I saw you in this I knew I had to have you as soon as I could” 

You smirk, knowing your little plan had paid off.

“Wore it all for you, baby, knew you’d love it” you confessed, already working the buttons of his shirt open so you could get your hands on his chest. 

You yelp when Javi runs his hands up the back of your thighs to your ass and hauls you up, carrying you to your room. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking about how in just 24 hours it had gone from Javi’s room to your shared one. 

Javi sits on the edge of the bed, allowing you to settle in his lap and feel just how much he needs you. 

He groans as you grind yourself on him, feeling the warmth of you already through the layers of clothes. 

He palms your ass, pulling you down on him even more, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that’s been building all evening.

You gasp as Javi sucks a mark into your neck, enjoying this rougher side of him. 

You slide your hands down his chest to unbutton his pants, pulling out his aching cock and slowly stroking it. 

Javi practically growls as you touch him, suddenly pulling away and pushing you to stand as he does the same. 

You’re confused for a moment before Javi starts pulling your dress off, and you follow his lead and help him remove his shirt the rest of the way before he steps out of his pants and boxers. 

Once you’re both bare, Javi moves back to the bed, mumbling “c’mere” as he pulls you with him, this time laying down and pulling you on top of him. 

He leans up slightly to take a nipple into his mouth, making you whine and grab his hair as he licks and sucks. You’re completely dripping now, completely desperate to have him inside you. 

“Javi, please, need you to fuck me” you whisper, grinding yourself on him for emphasis. 

“Okay, bebita, it’s okay I will, I will” Javi responds, kissing you hard as he lays back down and lines himself up. 

You sink down on him, burying your face in his neck as you stretch around him. 

“Won’t last long,” Javi manages, planting his feet and fucking up into you harshly, hitting just the right spot to have you speeding to your own orgasm as well. 

Despite being so worked up, you collect your thoughts enough to tease him just a little.

“Dress really got you going, huh? Guess I need to wear that more often” you say lowly, earning a loud groan from Javi. 

“Yes— fuck— please, wear it every day. Don’t even bother with panties, I will want to take you every chance I get,” Javi mutters as his hips stutter, indicating how close he was. 

“I’m all yours, baby, use me whenever you want.” 

As you say that, the combination of his cock hitting you so deeply and the friction on your clit rubbing against his pelvis, you fall over the edge. You wrap your arms tightly around him, pushing your face impossibly further into the space between his neck and shoulder as you pulse and shake around him.

“You are squeezing me so tight bebita— fuck—” that feeling combined with your words pulls him over the edge with you, stilling inside you as deep as he can get and filling you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

You both feel completely boneless as you recover, sleep quickly catching up to you. 

You realize Javi might not be entirely comfortable with you on top of him, so you ask “wan’ me to move?”

In response he tightens his hold on you, shaking his head. 

“No, need you to stay right here. Want to stay inside.” 

Some time later, you wake, shivering slightly when you realize the room is a lot colder when you’re not exerting so much physical energy, and neither of you wanted to move enough to get under the covers before. 

“Javi?”

“Hm?” 

“M’cold”

“Sorry, chiquita. It would probably be a good idea to get cleaned up—”

You raise yourself up on your elbows and pout at him then, having no desire to move out of your current position and lose the feeling of him inside you. But he looks up at you with those damn big brown eyes and you cave, also knowing logically that it’s best for your health to clean up and go to the bathroom before you actually go to sleep for the night. 

Slowly, you peel yourself away from him, both of you groaning a little as he slips out of you. 

Javi grabs a warm washcloth as you lay on your back gathering the energy to stand up, and once he carefully cleans between your thighs, you drag yourself to the bathroom to pee. 

When you return, Javi is already in bed laying on his side, having created space for you under the covers. 

You slide in, your back to his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. 

“Warmer now?” Javi asks.

“Mhm, much better,” you reply, snuggling further into his hold and feeling sleep pulling you under once again.

“Goodnight, Javi,” you whisper.

“Goodnight, bebita” he replies, softly kissing your cheek, quickly falling into the second best night of sleep he’s had in months. 

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Enjoying The View

Chapter 5 of the Is That All Mr Gutierrez Fan Fic series

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Sorry Dave York (unsurprisingly) got in the way of chapter 5 of this, but I’ve suddenly really got a move on with this today & ive really enjoyed writing it. I promised people I wouldn’t break Javi G which considering I mainly write Dave, is actually really hard to do, but I think I’ve done well. Things really get going now. Maybe the next chapter will be sooner rather than later.

Synopsis: You wake up the morning after the night before in Javis bed wondering if it was all a dream. But it’s the sight of the man that you’ve always loved that makes you realise this is so much more than just a dream.

Word count:3000

Warning: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!Protected PIV sex, kissing sucking, teasing some pre cum play, admiring& seducing, swearing. Boss employee relationship. Long term friends to lovers.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feed back is welcome in any form. I’ll hopefully see you soon for chapter 6.

Stirring into life on a Sunday morning has always been hard. The bright light flooding into the bedroom as you go oooh no & pull the bedsheet back over you. It’s just your thing. You dont want to get up, Sundays are lazy days. Your bed is meant to be your safe comfortable space until you realise you should make some sort of effort with the day.

But then you smell the bedding. This isn’t your sheets at home or in your room at Javis. These are blue silk & smell of Javi. You are asleep in his bed. Last night was not some wild dream you had. Last night you had sex with Javi on the sofa, not once but twice. You never watched Paddington. You were to engrossed in each others bodies that you never got that far. You can still feel the echo from his hand clutching around your waist, how his flat large thumb was made to pleasure your sensitive clit, how his lips tasted of love, lust & desire. Yea it happened, you & Javi had sex & you chuckle slightly under the bedding, realising that all your dreams had come true.

However thats when you realise Javi is not in bed with you. A quick look around his bedroom & he is nowhere to be seen. But there is the amorous smell of coffee waiting for you on the bed side table. There’s steam coming from it so it can’t have been sat there long. You sit up & that’s when you see the curtains blow from the balcony of his villa. He’s having his morning cigarette & coffee watching the view over your town as it it comes alive on this Sunday morning. You realise that you joined Javi in his bed in your birthday suit & you have no clothes to put on to go & give him a good morning kiss. However the bed sheet is thin & easy for you to wrap around yourself or so you think. “Why do they always make this look so simple in movies” you mutter to yourself before you sort yourself out & eventually knot it. Once you are covered, you take your coffee & slowly make your way across Javis bedroom & lean on the door frame & just have a few private seconds staring & admiring the man you love.

He sits there so peacefully, coffee half drunk on the table, smoking his cigarette. His lips plump after each exhale. His eyes gleaming at the sun, his locks of curls beyond anyones control now, his skin being kissed by the golden sun that is already up, each blemish is a line of perfection & his body is long & impressive, especially his broadness. Those shoulders look a little more relaxed than they have done recently, maybe last night was a relief for you both, that after this morning may never be mentioned again, but you hope to god it’s not. He has his boxers on, being his bedroom of course he could grab them when he woke up this morning. It’s as his large hand grabs his coffee cup, that out of the side of his eye he catches you staring & admiring. A small smile creeps across his face.

“Enjoying the view?” he says casually like it’s nothing unusual that the girl he’s wanted to be with for his entire life is wearing nothing but his bedding just a few feet away.

“Well it’s certainly is something” you reply. He stands up coffee in hand, with the cigarette in the same one walks towards you & he strokes your face, delicately taking in all of your facial features this glorious morning.

“I’m glad you are enjoying it” these soft words from his mouth a followed by a succulent kiss. One that says good morning & I need you all at the same time. The sensation it sends through your body, almost makes you drop your own coffee cup, has your hands trembling. “Morning precious, did you sleep well?” Javi asks as he goes to take another drag of his cigarette. Your own fingers take it from him & you take your own puff. It’s been a while since you’ve smoked anything, probably 3 months & that was to try the recent crop to make sure it was up to scratch. You don’t smoke as much as you used to, it’s much more at the end of a night out or for social reasons. Your mum still hates that you ever even go near it. You hand it back to Javi before answering his question.

“Like a baby, Javi”

You’ve never seen him put a cigarette out so quickly in all your life. It’s stubbed & both your mugs are on the table as his hand caress you & his lips more than welcome yours back to his. Your body remembers every touch from the night before. As his hands enter your hair you recall the moans, the pleasure & the adrenaline. You gasp as the kiss breaks & smile, At the most perfect man you could ever hope for.

“Last night did happen then?” He asks, his thumbs tracing across your knuckles as he looks you up & down.

“Yes Javi it did” you reply looking up into those large brown puppy dog eyes, smiling with your own hoping to get a similar look back.

“I thought so”… he pauses for a second before thinking of his next words”…I… I… I wanted that, for a while, but never thought you would want me back or even think of me as more than a friends” Javi says looking a little sheepish that it’s taken him so long to ask you. “& I didn’t even ask you on a date first” he says shaking his head. But your two fingers that you trail up his neck to his chin make him stop & admire you.

“It’s not like you need to get to know me Javi” I laugh “I think we can skip the dates, I mean we did cook dinner before hand & had good intentions for a wholesome evening as friends, but no…” I smile & stroke & twist his rouge curl”… this curl has taken us down a path that I’m glad it lead us to… because I have been yours from the moment we met as kids” You let out a deep sigh after saying that hoping for it to be reciprocated, your heart beating at 200miles an hours, faster than Lewis hamilton can go.

“Well looks like we are both terrible communicators” Javi replys, clutching your hand that was on his chin & resting it on his firm chest. He can see your body judder, as the contact between his chest & your palm make you feel like you have a teenage crush all over again. His heart if possible is pounding more than yours.

“I like you Javi” you say after a few moments of silence, “I really really…” but you don’t complete your sentence.

“So do I” is Javis quick response before you’re passionately kissing him. Mouths intwined in desire, your hands gracing his shoulders to make sure you are both as close as you can be. It’s a feverish kiss. One neither of you can really control. His hands love the feeling of your body under that silk bed sheet, but he knows that’s not good enough for him. With one hand around the back of your neck & the other around your waist he pulls you back into the bedroom, so your out of view of anyone trying to get a peak at what’s going on & your own hand loosen the knot you spent so long adjusting & tying. The bedsheet cascades to the floor, meaning you’re naked as you make out with Javi as he moves the two of you towards the bed. He’s not yet realised this, he’s too busy enjoying the taste of your loving lips for him, & he’s really wondering why the two of you haven’t attempted to do this sooner.

“Javi” it’s a soft seductive moan that escapes your lips. “I want this, I want you forever” you continue to say inbetween kisses. It’s only when Javis have traces across the top of your breasts he realises the sheet has long gone. His smile twitches as he looks down at your nipples eyes wide.

“If I’d have know these were what was under all those dresses & bikini, I’d have indulged in these long before last night” Javis face is as excited as a kid at Christmas. Those dark caramels scanning your body. From you hair down to your toes, taking in the glorious naked sight of you. He lowers you onto the bed & without realising you spread your legs, fully on display. Javi pauses as he hoovers above you. “Fuck precious, this is too good to be true” he can feel his erection getting harder the more he looks at you. So he stops looking & from your neck downward he kisses you. Your nipples harden as he is sloppy kissing them. His hands wandering as well as you start to roll your hips from just Javis kisses on your skin. The moan he lets out when he reaches your mound & sees the sight is undescribable & it makes you clench around nothing.

“Well, this is a sight” he kisses your thighs, before two fingers slide through your arousal, teasing you but not going inside you. “You really want me that much my princess ?” You lift your head & see Javi suck the two fingers he just used to tease you.

“You have no idea Javi”

“You’re not just sex & lust drunk?” He says as he stands up & quickly shuffles to his dresser to find a condom. He drops his boxers as he goes. That arse really is perfectly firm, like a peach, tanned & looking rather scrupulous

“Javi I’d have told you if I regretted last night I don’t I… I…” words fail you as Javi turns around. This swim shorts & tight trousers always made him look big but it’s girthy too. No wonder you experienced pleasure so quickly last night, your jaw drops, a little trail of spit leaking out as you can’t contain your reaction to how stunning & how large your man is. This is more that you could have ever asked for & you hope to experience this pleasure for many more days to come.Javi Gutierrez being well endowed is an understatement.

“I’m guessing that you really are enjoying the view now” he says as he rips open the condom packet & gives his penis a few leisurely pumps before he slides the protection on, as you sit up on your elbow to check this isn’t a dream. He’s big, he is very big.

“Did I…I…”

“Most of it baby, you took most of it baby, if it is too much we can…”

“No Javi” you interrupt as he straddle over you. “…I said I wanted all of you, & I mean all of you” he holds your hand & your fingers lock, his over hand preparing for his entrance inside you.

“Then we will take it slow baby, this is as much about your pleasure as it is mine” he says before he kisses the crook of your neck. “Are you happy my precious?”

You slowly nod & bite your lip “yes Javi yea I…” the gasp is deep as he slowly breaks down your entrance & you feel his cock slide inside you. You’re panting already. Was he really this big last night? Did he feel bigger now you had seen it? You don’t care. All the air has been punctured out of you & then some. “Fuck” you moan on his second motions as he get deeper.

“Is it too much?”

“No Javi”

“If you need me to stop…”

“Don’t stop, ever” you say quite sternly looking into his eyes as he wanted to ask you face on. He smiles.

“Okay but please let me know if it’s too much”

Javi moves a piece of your hair out of your eyes as he then starts to rock. Each motion pushing his penis further inside you, each one you gasp & moan at experiencing pleasure no man has ever given you. Your hands dance over his chest & shoulders. Your leg instinctively in this position wrap around him making him moan as how good you feel.”oh fuck baby, your so tight, fuck me” he moans before he grips your face & the kissing commences.

Your bodies have very quickly worked each other out. He’s pushing you deeper into the mattress, you’re pulling him further into you. Your hips match his pace. & the moaning gets more. He’s now finally fully inside your. Your vagina is filled to the brim, loving every stroke around your walls. Making you Experience so much more than pleasure. He’s looking after you, you can tell that Javi is a very passionate but sensitive lover, not that it would be a surprise if he was. He is loving you moan & gasp for air. He looks deeply at you, as the sweat drips from his main front curl. The way your eyes shut & scrunch in desire as you feel him move. & then when they open it feels like they are looking at him for the first time again. Your eyes he often says are diamonds now dazzling for the world to see but your world is Javi. He keeps kissing your lips, be them small pecks or longer passionate exchanges as his hips rotate & he starts to pick up that pace. He feels like he’s making up for least time. The more he moves the more you roll with him, clamping every few thrusts, loving every second of making love with Javi. The foreplay was everything, but this is going to be over quickly, your both over come with desire that this moment is here. It’s better than you both imagined.

Your hand leaves his which we’re still gripped together, the nerves of your fingers coming back to life as they trail down his spine, feeling all of his own goosebumps. His body trembles as you do this & it makes him go faster, the moans your now making in sync with each other. You really are meant to be.

“Sweet Javi” you moan & he moans your name back before his lips find your mouth again & then something inside you breaks as he nips at your bottom lip & you let go. Flooding your arousal, cuming & moaning “ooooh fuckkkkkkk” as you experience one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. He’s moving faster & then he pauses as he cums himself. Filling the condom & grunting deeply.

“Ooh baby, oh yea oh fuck” Javi collapses completely on top of you, both of you panting so hard, & you then hold his chin & kiss him hard & firmly on the lips.

You didn’t realise you’d fallen asleep after the intense pleasure you & Javi had experienced for your early morning or realised that Javi had left the bedroom when you woke up. You were back under the bed sheet & some underwear & a robe were on the bed side table for you.

You get yourself together when you realise what the time is & that your meant to be at the hotel help your mum this afternoon with a conference & quickly run to where your room is in the house to shower & get dressed ready for the event. As you put on your shoes you text Javi

*where are you? I need to leave to go help mum

*in my study… your going so soon🥺

*unfortunately yes

You grab your bag & head to the study & see Javi clicking away at his computer & knock twice as you would normally do. He’s in his swim shorts & an open floral shirt as he spins around to see you.

“Afternoon” he says coyly smirking looking you up & down his eyes undressing you.

“Hi Javi, I really do need to go or my mum will kill me”

“No she won’t”

“Yes she will it’s…”

“Not if I’ve already sent Diaz over there to help her set up” Javi interrupts & you look shocked. Diaz is Javis personal trainer.

“Why would…”

“Because I told him I’ve had a works out today” you both blush & you shuffle a little bit awkwardly towards him. The smirk on his face you can tell he doesn’t want to let you go. “& I’m his boss”

“Do all your employees do that Javi? Just do what you want at the snap of your fingers?”

“& more, some go above & beyond” he realises how that’s come out & you can see the concern in his eyes. He didn’t mean it to sound like he way paying you to be his girlfriend or have sex with him.

“Javi if this is going to be awkward I can resign or we don’t have to do this. What happened today & last night was phenomenal but I…”

“I love you…” Javi says & your jaw drops. “I always have, I always will, I’m not wasting anymore time. No one else can do the job like you & im not going to make up any excuse. I want you , I need you, I love you” he then whispers your name seductively biting your ear lobe & you drop your bad on the floor as you stroke his arm & then tenderly kiss him.

“Javi… I.. I..”

“Don’t say it back because you think you have to, but deep down we both know you do” he says.

“No Javi, I think I need to call my mum tell her I’m really delayed.” You smile your eyes dancing & looking back at Javi. His beam back at you before you turn around & lock the office door, to make sure no one can walk in on you enjoying each other. A view for just the two of you.

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[radiowallet]

Gorgeous

Summary: You help Javi relax in the pool one evening. WC: 2.4K Pairing: Javi G. x Female!Reader (established relationship) Warnings: 18+ Minors be gone! Handjob, cumplay, praise kink, body worship.

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This bright yellow pool lounge is almost definitely not made for two fully grown adults. Javi’s frame already overwhelms it, wide shoulders and soft belly spread out in the most delicious way as he floats through the water, wide eyes beckoning you to him without saying a single word.

Both of you nearly topple overboard as he reaches for you, meaty arms wrapping around you and pulling you into the float, half of your frame draped across him, your legs tangling together where they dangle in the water. Javi isn’t complaining, only wrapping his arm tighter around your waist and pressing a chlorine scented kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Perfecto,” he murmurs quietly, before reaching for the glass of whiskey he filled before you came out for the evening, offering you a sip before taking his own. 

The air is warm despite the night sky drifting listlessly above you, the stars lighting the world from up above, the soft glow of the pool lights from below. The two of you don’t speak, content to let time pass slowly, the crashing waves of the salty sea mixing with the sound of Javi’s breath in your ear. 

The cool water sends goosebumps across your arm, but Javi’s strong hand chases them away, lulling you down from the heights of a hectic day. You’re practically limp against him, head resting over the steady beat of his heart, fingers making senseless patterns across his bare chest, and it’s only when you press your lips to the curve of his neck that you realize that Javi has yet to join you in the loose waves of relaxation, his shoulders still tight beneath your kiss.

So like your Javi, coaxing you into the pool with the singular goal of erasing your worries, only to let his own cling to his weary bones. He’s content to carry his stress quietly, while every other action of his is done with vibrant joy. He doesn’t know any other way to live, his kindness radiating brighter than the sun. Day after day you have been blessed to live in his warm summer shine, letting him care for you in every way he knows how. If only you could give as much as he shares in return, and melt away the stress that makes a home inside his heart. 

You consider briefly pulling him into the water and letting him work his woes away between your legs, but you know how that story ends– pleasure pulled from you again and again– this beautiful man only happy to take his fill after he greedily gives as much to you as he can. He truly is infuriating in the best ways possible, grinning wider with each wave of pleasure he ripples down your spine, refusing to slide into you until you’re soaked and quivering beneath his touch. 

You press one more kiss to his shoulders, lips matching to a constellation of freckles and listen to him hum in appreciation, his busy fingers already drawing their own tiny patterns along your hip. Small tremors shadow his touch, and you let out a sigh of appreciation, letting it mingle with the distant sound of sea water. Another idea comes to you, almost by accident, your fingertips drifting just a little lower, catching at the coarse hair starting just below his belly button, a sigh slipping from between his lips when you do. 

You start slowly, hand moving gently over the swell of his belly, the patch of hair leading down past the waist band teasing your appetite. He sighs again, the noise choking off as it bleeds into your name, soft brown eyes peeking down at you, a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. Your lips find his neck again, kissing gently, a scratch of your teeth following. The smile flips up higher, his whole face lighting up brighter than the stars in the sky and you fall a little bit more in love with him, unable to look away as he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. The float tilts dangerously left then right, peals of laughter breaking your mouths apart.

“Should we retire for the night?”

You don’t answer right away, instead letting your hand continue to make soothing patterns along his tummy, lower and lower with each pass, watching as the golden skin shivers and swells with each haggard breath that catches in his throat. Finally– finally– your finger catches at the waistband of his bathing suit, and you don’t hesitate in slipping the tip of one finger between the heavy fabric and Javi’s smooth skin. 

“M-mi…mi amor ...let me…”

You cut his words off with a soft shush, lips pressing gently to the sharp cut of his jaw, a second finger sneaking down to join the other where it’s brushing up against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He’s already half-hard, the outline of him growing with each small movement of your fingers. You’re in no rush, content to watch his cock lengthen slowly, his breath coming in short spurts as you continue to stroke softly at the heat of his skin, your fingers trapped beneath the slick fabric of his bathing suit. 

The hand wrapped around your waist, moves in time with your strokes, his own finger slipping between the thin string holding your bikini bottom in place. He tries once, twice, three times to touch you, the hand not pulling gently at your bathing suit attempting to sneak between your legs, but you stop him at every attempt. Halting your ministrations to swat his hand away, always pressing a kiss just below his ear in apology every time that you do.

“Let me take care of you.” Your voice barely breaks a whisper as you coax his waistband lower, just enough for the weight of his cock to bob free, drops of water splashing up as it smacks down on the swell of stomach. You lick your lips, wishing for the first time you were in a bed, if only so you could settle your body between the thick expanse of his thighs and let the tip of your tongue trace the veins along the underside of him before swallowing him down to the back of your throat. You settle for the tip of one one finger, letting your own moan of pleasure drip out of you at the sight of his cock quivering beneath your light touch. 

You glance up quickly, catching sight of Javi’s twisted features, his brows bunched in and eyes squeezing shut in concentration, plump bottom lip worried between his teeth. Drops of water cling to him, his curls, his temple, the hook of his nose. You watch as one follows the cut of his chin and down his throat to bead at the base of his neck. You long to dip your tongue out and catch at it, curious to know if it’s pool water or sweat clinging to his skin as he struggles against his shuddering breath. 

You call his name, a playful nudge of your nose into his jaw followed by your lips until honey brown eyes are blinking open in wonder as he looks back at you. You take your time, reaching up and running your fingers softly through his curls, tucking them gently behind his ear. 

“Relax, my love. Just breathe.”

You make a show of breathing in slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his, counting the seconds inside your head.

In, two, three, four. 

Out, two, three, four.

He breathes with you, shoulders loosening with each pull of air in and out of his lungs. You reward his efforts, wrapping your fingers loosely around the base of his cock. He startles, enough to rock the float side to side, and another wave of giggles filter through both of you as fresh pool water splashes up into your laps, breaking the last of the tension free. It’s enough to relax him completely, his body melting back as you slowly stroke upwards. He whines, high and sweet, and you wish you could bottle the sound and carry it around with you, something to remind you how much this man means to you. 

You keep close to the base at first, fingers curled loosely around him, marveling at the way your gentle touch has him growing thicker, harder, until finally you stroke all the way up, pulling his foreskin back to reveal the head of his cock, a bead of precum waiting for you. In that one moment you can’t help yourself, swiping at the liquid with your thumb and bringing it to Javi’s lips. He opens obediently, sucking the digit into the hot cavern of his mouth, letting the taste of himself sit heavy on his tongue. 

You moan in tandem, a familiar heat pooling in your core as Javi swirls his tongue around the tip of your thumb. Something hot and wet joins the cool water between your legs and you can’t help the shiver that pushes you closer to Javi’s warmth. He grins as you slide your thumb from his mouth, satisfied with the effect he’s starting to have on you, but you’re determined at this point, your hand returning to the base of his cock, stroking with a set pace that has him crying out your name. 

“Shhh, sweet boy. I’ve got you.” You chase your words with a soft press of your lips, letting them linger at each drop of water that clings to his chest. You can feel the thump of his heartbeat as you kiss along his bare skin again and again, keeping your strokes steady along the length of his cock. The water chafes at your grip, but Javi only seems to moan louder when you hand catches at his foreskin, thumb swirling around the head before you stroke back down to the base. All the while you never stop talking, whispering filthy praise into the golden hues of his skin. 

“So good for me. Such a good boy. Love those little noises you’re making for me. You can be louder, baby. Just us out here. Can you be louder for me?”

He whimpers at your words, the praise sending him into a spiral, and you can’t help but reward him, increasing your pace, squeezing harder at the base, knowing that’s what starts to tip him over the edge. He tries to thrust up to meet your grip, but you squeeze your legs where they’re tangled with his own, stilling his movements as you press the heat of your core to the meat of his thigh. The pressure is intoxicating, and you’re just as desperate suddenly, fighting the urge to thrust your own hips down. You settle for wrapping your legs just a little tighter before focusing again on the weight of Javi’s cock between your fingers. 

“I have you, Javi,” you promise, making sure to twist your wrist just enough to pull another drop of precum from the tip of his cock, little mewls spilling out of him as you do. “I promise I have you.”

He nods, eyes slipping shut, brows curling in and down as his body goes taut from the pressure of your touch. You’re having trouble deciding where to look, eyes drifting from where his toes are curling in, up the tight draw of his legs and the clench of his thighs. The length of him is flushed red from tip to base pulses in your hand as you work him closer and closer to the edge, his chest rising and falling with the pace of your touch. 

You follow the path up his neck, veins popping perfectly from the strain of it all, up to the clench of his jaw and the tick of his cheek. His eyes are still closed, but you’re feeling greedy for the first time tonight and so you let go of his cock, letting it smack back down to the water pooling in your laps, a pathetic cry breaking past Javi’s lips. 

“N-no…please, please don’t…”

You lean up the best you can and kiss him soundly, praying the lounger doesn’t flip over in the process. You slip your tongue between his lips, searching for the hint of his own taste you had left behind earlier before finally pulling away. 

“Open your eyes, Javi. Let me see you.”

He takes one slow breath in before opening his eyes, brown practically gone, the black of his pupils blown wide with arousal. You kiss him again, quick and sweet, before once again wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him with intent. You don’t look away from his face as you move your hand faster, watching with rapt attention as he slowly starts to fall apart in front of your very eyes. 

“So pretty, my love. You’re so pretty when you come.”

A breathy whine ratchets from his throat, his eyes wide and eyebrows pinched, and you can see the very moment before it all comes crumbling down. Everything quiets, his lips part around a silent quiver, moonlight catching in the white of his eyes and then he’s falling, his gorgeous features stretched and curved beneath the dark night sky. Your name is cried out and his fist splashes in the water, as warm wet heaven pours out of him, coating the swell of his belly and dripping between your fingers. You refuse to stop, stroking him through wave after wave of his release. It seems to go on forever, his hips bucking slightly, his control faltering as the aftershocks rocket through his system. 

Finally, blissfully, his body slumps into the float, every bone in his body turned to loose string, a gentle smile that tells you how at peace he truly is. You indulge yourself one final time, dragging your sticky fingers through the mess on his stomach, watching as drops of his come pearl up and float along the water. You bring your fingers to your lips, allowing yourself a small taste, savoring the salty brine as it settles on your tastebuds, before sharing the rest with Javi. He’s dazed, happily parting his lips for you, cleaning your fingers off one by one, a lazy pace to the stroke of his tongue. 

Once he’s had his fill, a soft hum drifting out of him as his eyes drift shut yet again, you settle back into this side, one more kiss pressed to the beat of his heart. You know it’s only a matter of time before he finds his second wind, Javi’s own restless hands desperate to repay your actions in kind, his own praise waiting in the wings. You won’t be able to stop him, you don’t want to, your own needs still simmering in the background, but for now you’re content to watch him beneath the starlight, sated and relaxed. 

Gorgeous. 

Dedications-

To my dearest @astroboots who is so supportive of all my hoe ways and is off on a new adventure! I am so happy for you and I expect many many food porn spam pictures from here on out.

To my lovely @jazzelsaur for beta reading and once again assuring me that this is hot. And also agreeing with me that Javi G. deserves nothing more than to be told what a good boy he is.

And to @write-and-buried who has listened to my unhinged ramblings regarding all of my writing and hasn't stopped encouraging me since the moment she came shrieking into my DM's.

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[spectorgram]

the great shoe swap

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, you can come in!”

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

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

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

“How did I get so lucky?” Javi asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go, then!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look stunning,” he tells you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Javi, it’s really okay!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You click the Shoe Swap hashtag. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pedrito-friskito]

So I noticed you reblogging pedro in that speedo a lot.................... we're gonna need you to explain your thots on that speedo action up in here THANK YOU. - 🐠

fishie anon you are truly making me ACT UP IN THESE FEVER DREAMS I just—

okay I haven’t written anything for Javi G. thus far — I’ve struggled a bit to come up with a solid idea for a fic w/ him, but this was fun (maybe a little OOC so i’M SORRY) but I just love him sm and that speedo just….pedro keeping us fed till the ends of the earth my god

🔥friday night fever!🔥

(listen I couldn’t find the speedo gif and this one is also just too good so)

“You are staring, cariño,” he sing-songs, reaching up to lower his sunglasses, peering at you over the bridge of them with bloodshot eyes.

You know yours must look similar, chewing the inside of your lip as you reach across and take the joint from him, almost burned down to the filter, the last puff for you, as always. Javi always saves the last bit for you, lets you suck down the smoke until your body feels weightless.

“Am not,” you reply, almost petulant, flicking the finished joint into the ashtray on the table between your lounge chairs, leaning back on your own, sunglasses pushed up your nose and arms over your chest. “You know how I feel about the speedo.”

“What?” Javi asks, feigning shock. “You do not like it?”

You turn your head to the side, glasses slipping down your nose. “Javi.”

He grins back at you, one foot tucking in, knee bent high. It’s maddening, is what it is, those golden legs on full display, the muscle of his thigh thick enough that you just want to sink your teeth into it, leave the sensitive skin towards the inside littered with little marks and bruises, mementos of your affection. He’s worn it before, and he knows. The last time he’d put the thing on, you’d nearly jumped him in the pool house, towel tossed onto the floor as a makeshift pillow for your knees as you lowered yourself before him.

The white shirt he’s coupled with the striped bathing suit just makes matters worse, the fabric nearly see-through in the sun, giving you glimpses of the tanned skin that lies beneath. A few buttons undone showing off the top of his chest, your mouth watering just at the sight.

Heaving a breath. you sit up, yanking your cover-up off and tossing it at Javi. He lets out a surprised noise as the fabric lands in his lap, and you stick your tongue out at him, striding towards the pool, stepping into the warm water with a loud sigh. Pointedly loud, pointedly similar to the moans you let loose in bed.

It’s the strangest feeling as you sink beneath the surface of the water, salt tickling your noise, the warmth bordering on bath water, but refreshing all the same. The haze of weed in the back of your mind adds to the feeling, making you feel more than weightless beneath the water. You stay beneath until the need for oxygen pulls at your lungs, and when you surface, Javi is still watching, standing now, slowly unbuttoning his shirt until it falls open, revealing that bronzed chest beneath.

“Am I allowed to join you,” he calls, stretching his arms above his head, leaning up on his toes. It only makes the muscles in his legs more defined, the soft curve of his belly all the more inviting as you rake your gaze over him, “or are you upset with me now?”

“Get in the water, Javi,” you reply, straightening until your feet hit the bottom of the pool, the water coming up to your chest once you’re standing, “and get over here.”

He does as asked, wading through the water until he’s right in front of you, palms skimming along the surface. He doesn’t touch you, not entirely, his body just a breadth of an inch away from yours. If you inhaled deep enough, puffed your chest out just slightly, your skin would be touching his. “Hi cariño,” he says quietly, looming over you, those tousled curls falling across his forehead perfectly, brown eyes glittering in the sunlight.

You know it’s not just the weed. Your man is a sight to behold. Javi Gutierrez is beautiful.

“Hi.”

Mischievous grin on his face, he closes the distance between you, both arms sliding around you, pulling you close, your wet chest against his dry one. When he bends his neck to kiss you, you can’t hold back the quiet moan that slips out, hands scrabbling for purchase on those broad shoulders. He drags you up and against him, hips sliding easily along his in the water.

That’s the other problem with the speedo. It leaves very little to the imagination. You can feel every inch, twitching to life beneath the glassy surface. You keep one hand tangled in his hair, the other snaking down his front, wet fingers leaving droplets over his skin until you’re trailing through the dark hairs that lead south.

“You know what my favourite thing about the speedo is, Javi?” you ask into his mouth, your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. His part as you slide your hand right under the elastic.

“Tell me.”

“Easy access.”

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[flightlessangelwings]

To Your Rescue

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

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

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

“Do not address Señor Gutierrez, entiéndame?” Flora, the head of the household told you sternly on your first day.

“Si señora,” you replied meekly.

Her words rang through your head nearly every day, and you had to remind yourself of your place in Javi Gutierrez’s life. But, even though you weren’t supposed to speak to him, there was nothing against looking at him, especially when you thought he didn’t notice.

But what you didn’t know was that Javi snuck glances at you when you weren’t looking too.

From the day you started, Javi was entranced by you. His heart nearly stopped in his chest the first time he saw you, and he couldn’t help but linger at times to watch you while you worked. Some days it was hard for Javi to keep his expression neutral as he passed by you in the halls, especially when he had to meet with more dangerous people. 

It didn’t go unnoticed that you averted your eyes every time Javi passed by. But, he also was aware of the weight of your gaze when he wasn’t looking. Javi wondered if you felt his own gaze on you, or were you too busy with your work to feel it. Little did he know that goosebumps erupted on your skin whenever you felt his eyes on you.

The stolen glaces went on for some time before Javi finally decided to break the ice. He happened to come into the library where you were dusting, and he made sure not to make any noise. Javi watched with longing in his eyes as you stepped up the ladder to reach higher up. But, as the dust flew into the air, it made you sneeze, and you almost lost your balance.

Panic rushed through your veins as you felt yourself fall backwards and you scrambled to grab onto the shelf. But, you barely fell at all before a pair of large hands grabbed you and steadied you.

“Careful there, querida,” a soft voice rang out behind you.

You gasped as you grabbed onto the bookcase to steady yourself before you hard and found yourself face to face with Javi Gutierrez. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a moment to study his features up close, and he was even more beautiful than he was from afar.

“Señor Gutierrez,” you mumbled as your gaze dropped. Your skin burned as you realized he still held onto you.

Javi grinned brightly, “Please,” he let out a short laugh, “Just call me Javi.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it as you tried to find your voice, “T-thank you… For saving me.”

“No need to thank me,” Javi said softly as he finally released you.

The two of you locked eyes and time felt like it stopped. The sound of blood pulsing through both your veins felt like it echoed in the room even louder than the waves crashing out the window. The gentle breeze ruffled Javi’s hair, and you found yourself wondering that it would be like to run your fingers through it. But, your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his gaze dropped down to your lips for the briefest moment.

But, as much as you wanted to know what ran through his head, you heard a different voice in your head: Do not speak to Señor Gutierrez.

You cleared your throat as you turned back to the bookshelf, “I should get back to work,” your voice was hushed as you picked up the duster you dropped.

Javi couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face, “Do not let me interrupt you.”

“Señor Gutierrez,” you called to him as he turned to leave, “Thanks again.”

He smiled at you, “I will always come to your rescue, querida,” he winked at you before he left the room.

From that day on, Javi stole whatever moments he could with you. He liked talking to you, even if it took some time for you to finally carry on a full conversation. As the months went on, Javi found more and more that what he felt was more than just flirting. He was falling for you. And he was falling hard.

For now, though, Javi knew he had to be careful. Between the fact that you worked in the compound and Javi’s role as figurehead of his family’s cartel, he couldn’t take unnecessary risks. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and he certainly didn’t want to put you in danger if anyone found out how much you truly meant to him.

There were times when it was hard, though. Like, whenever Javi hosted a fancy party and you worked serving drinks. He couldn’t help the way his fingers would linger over yours when you handed him a fresh glass.

“Gracias, querida,” Javi murmured in your ear so softly that no one else could hear.

“Anything for you, Señor Gutierrez,” you replied as you were sure he felt how warm your skin was.

“Call me Javi,” he quipped back.

Although you didn’t answer, Javi didn’t expect you to. It became a routine for the two of you to end conversations like that. But, the look on your face told him all he needed to know. Javi noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. And it certainly didn’t pass him by the way your eyes fell down to his lips once more.

For now, Javi just nodded and raised his glass to you before you turned and went back to your duties. One day, the time would be right. Until then, Javi would just keep you close the only way he could, and at least you were close enough to be kept safe. 

*

Another night, another party.

You let out a deep sigh as you picked up all the discarded streamers from the party. It was a particularly crazy night, and most of the guests had too much to drink and got rowdy. It didn’t bother you, though since you got paid overtime to work the cleanup. You had gotten to the compound late as most of the guests were already leaving, but your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw Javi laughing and having a good time. 

But now, everyone had left and it was just you in a big empty room with only trash to keep you company. Or so you thought. 

“Would you like some help, querida?” a soft voice broke through the quiet in the room.

You gasped and jumped, startled by the sudden presence behind you. But, you instantly relaxed when you saw Javi standing there, “Señor Gutierrez,” you breathed.

Javi smiled brightly at you, lighting up the dimmed room and bringing the sun into the night, “Querida, how many times have I asked you to call me Javi?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as your skin warmed, “Javi…” You finally replied and finally caved into his ongoing request. 

“That’s better,” he dropped down to his knees next to you, “Now back to my first question,” Javi’s tone was soft as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath, “Would you like some help?”

Lost in his eyes, it took you several moments to answer. And you were sure he caught the way your eyes dropped down to his lips for a moment before you spoke, “It…” you cleared your throat as you found your voice, “It isn’t your job señ… Javi.”

“I know,” his kindness was reflected in his voice as he covered your hand with his and slipped out what you were holding, “But I want to help. And…” he paused, “I want to spend some time with you.” 

Your mouth dropped open and you were sure Javi felt the heat that radiated from your skin, “Uhh,” you stuttered, “Thank you,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze down, too nervous to meet his eyes again.

I will always come to your rescue, Javi thought as he let out a short laugh and helped you clean up in silence. The silence, however, was comfortable, and you never felt his warmth go far from your body. Soft rustling was the only sound in the room as you and Javi picked up together. It felt… normal… comfortable. As if the two of you were the hosts and you cleaned up after all your friends left. As time passed, Javi broke the silence with light conversation, and it only made the illusion stronger.

With Javi’s help, you got the space clean enough in no time, “I’ll leave the rest of the glasses for the morning,” you thought out loud, “I think that's it,” you turned to him, “Thanks, Javi.”

He reached out and gently cupped your face as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “You are welcome, querida,” Javi said as he stroked his thumb across your cheek. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned into his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and hold you tight. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt comforted by his touch. You were sure he could feel the way your pulse pounded through your veins, and when he whispered your name, you opened your eyes to meet his. 

“Javi…” you breathed, lost in your emotions.

The two of you stared at each other, lost in the other’s eyes. Slowly, you both leaned in close to each other, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javi’s gaze glance down at your lips. You trembled in his grasp, and part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. As his face got closer to yours, you felt his breath on your skin and it made goosebumps erupt on your skin.

But, just as Javi’s lips ghosted over yours, you suddenly got nervous and pulled back at the last moment. You cleared your throat as you mumbled an apology, “Sorry, I…”

But Javi didn’t allow you to complete the thought, “It’s late,” he interrupted, not wanting to hear your rejection, “Would you like to stay here for the night? I do not want you to be out this time of night.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “Are you sure?” you asked in a whisper.

Javi smiled softly at you as he brushed your cheek, “Anything for mi favorita,” he winked at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes went wide, “O-ok…”

“Come,” he stood and offered you his hand, “I will set us up by the fireplace downstairs and put on a movie.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied as you slid your hand in his. 

With a grunt, Javi helped you to your feet, and when your faces were only inches away again, your both froze. Your lips parted as your eyes dropped down to his lips again, and you saw Javi mirror your action. Together, the two of you stayed still for several long moments. Only this time, Javi didn’t try to close the gap, and instead cleared his throat and led the way.

*

“This is the most comfortable blanket I’ve ever used,” you sighed as you settled onto Javi’s couch. He let you use his shower and you changed into the spare clothes you always kept on the compound just in case.

“Only the best for you, querida,” Javi smiled at you as he poured two glasses of wine and turned on a movie, “I hope this selection is ok for you,” he sounded unusually sheepish as National Treasure started.

You returned the smile as you grabbed one of the glasses, “Only if it’s a double feature with both,” you raised your glass and waited for him to do the same.

Javi’s face lit up with excitement, “Of course!” he didn’t bother to hide his glee as he clinked his glass with yours, “Salud.”

“Salud,” you tapped your glass against his and you both took a sip before you settled in.

Comfortable and exhausted, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on Javi’s couch. As your body relaxed, you slumped over in your sleep and your head rested on his shoulder. Javi glanced down and his heart fluttered as he saw you sound asleep against him. Not wanting to disturb you… or move you… he adjusted himself so that he slung his arm around you and he held you tightly until he too dozed off. Neither of you made it through the first movie.

When the sun hit your face, you groaned softly as you yawned before you opened your eyes. Groggy from sleep, it took you a few moments to remember where you stayed for the night. But, you gasped when you realized that you fell asleep against Javi, and that he fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You shot up with a start, which woke Javi, “Querida!” he exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you breathed, “I just… I didn’t mean to…” you gestured around you.

Javi softened, “Do not apologize, querida,” he supped your face again, “It was a wonderful sleep… Even if we didn’t make it through the move,” he added with a laugh.

That put you more at ease, “I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime? And actually watch the movies,” you laughed as you suddenly felt more brave around him.

“I would like that,” Javi whispered as his gaze lingered on you for several moments.

Again, you felt captivated by his eyes on you, as if he cast some spell on you that froze you in place. But, it was something you were willing to cave to. And once again, you leaned in closer to him, your lips hovering just over his.

But, this time you were interrupted by the chime of the clock that made you both jump with a gasp. Your eyes went wide as you realized what time it was, “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “I’m late,” you looked at Javi, “I gotta go.”

Javi looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Go,” he said, “I will tell Señora Flora that you stayed late and not to punish you.”

You gave him a pleading look as you did something unexpected: you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, Javi,” you whispered before you scurried away, leaving Javi on the couch with a dumbfounded grin on his face.

*

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Gutierrez,” a sinister-looking man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, “We look forward to doing business with you,” he smiled darkly.

Javi and Lucas sat on the other end of the table, both on high alert. It was a private meeting, and you only stepped in briefly as they got started to offer drinks and refreshments. As you walked by the leader, he greeted you in Russian and gave you a smirk that made your skin crawl. You thought for a moment that he was going to try and reach for you, but Javi cleared his throat and got his attention before he could.

“We look forward to working with you too, Señor,” Javi didn’t sound like himself. He didn’t look like himself either. He kept a tough facade as a deep scowl shadowed on his face. But it only hid his true feelings, and he killed him inside that he couldn’t just grab you and hold you close, shielding you from these unsavory men.

The Russian looked over at Javi and gave him a nod before he turned his attention to you once more, “You certainly have very pretty help, Mr. Gutierrez,” he commented.

Everything in you told you to run, to slap him, to do something. But, you knew better, and all you did was nod once before you turned and left the room as quickly as possible. You felt the Russian’s gaze on you, but Javi also watched with great intensity. It wasn’t until the door shut behind you that you finally let out a deep breath. 

Javi kept his guard up the entire meeting, feeling even more on edge after the way the Russian looked at you. 

*

The next day when you arrived at the compound, you were immediately greeted by Javi. He looked like he didn’t sleep well, and it was clear by the look on your face that you didn’t either. Both of you were haunted by the encounter yesterday, and Javi had spent all night worrying about you. He wanted more than anything to keep you there overnight, scared that the Russians might find you. 

“Javi,” you exhaled, “Are you ok?”

Javi sighed your name with relief, “Come with me, querida,” he extended his hand, “I want to show you something.”

“But…”

“Do not worry,” he smiled softly at you, “I am the boss, remember?” he winked and suddenly all the tension and worry melted from your body.

“Ok,” you breathed as you took his hand, “Where are we going?”

Javi only grinned at you.

*

“Wow,” you breathed in awe, “This is…”

“Beautiful,” Javi finished your thought as his gaze never left your figure.

Javi had led you to his truck and drove you out into the cliffs, away from the compound, from your lives, from everything. The view of the sea was even more stunning from here, and the calm and the fresh air surrounded you. While you took in your setting and admired the views, Javi never took his eyes off of you.

“Listen, querida,” Javi started as he shuffled closer to you, “About yesterday…”

You felt like your heart was about to explode from your chest, especially when Javi looked at you like that, “Yes…?” 

Before he could voice his thoughts, the sudden sound of a gunshot from the distance made you and Javi jump. Another gunshot went off, and you screamed as the dirt only a few inches away from you blew up into the air. In the distance, you saw a truck with several men inside, all of them armed. Although you couldn’t make out their faces, you had a guess that they were the Russians that Javi and Lucas met with the day before.

“Hurry, querida,” Javi reached for you, “Take my hand.”

Everything happened so fast, you hardly processed it. Javi grabbed your hand and led you through the forest along the cliffs. The sounds of gunshots and shouts in Russian echoed through the wilderness. Javi weaved you both through the trees as the Russian yelled taunts at you both.

“You cannot keep the woman safe, Mr. Gutierrez,” a heavily Russian accented voice called through the forest, “We will find you, and kill you. And then she is mine.” 

The truck spun around and cut off the path that Javi and you ran in. He stopped short, keeping you behind him as they aimed their guns at you both. Thinking quickly, Javi grabbed you and launched you both down a hill.

You both grunted and shouted as you rolled down a short way before you landed in a clearing with a gasp. Javi groaned as he shook his head before he scrambled to his feet and grabbed your hand again, “Quickly, querida!” He yanked you forward as he led you behind a large boulder, “This will keep us safe for now,” he huffed.

“Javi, what are we gonna do?” you huffed, out of breath from running.

Javi stopped his frantic panic for a moment and corrupted your face with both hands, “Look at me, querida,” he waited for your eyes to lock with his before he continued, “I promise, I will keep you safe. Just trust me.”

You swallowed hard, “I trust you, Javi.”

“Good,” his lips pressed together firmly as his hair fell into his face. 

Javi kept you covered as best he could while he pulled out two things: his phone and his gun. You gasped when you realized he always carried it with him, and if the situation wasn’t so dire you would have thought more about it. But, another gunshot from the distance interrupted your thoughts.

“Lucas!” Javi shouted on the phone. He yelped as another shot rang through the air and hit the rock you currently used for cover. Without thinking, Javi pushed you down to the ground as he quickly told his cousin where to find you. “These fucking Russians,” he mumbled to himself as he tucked your head into his chest, “Stay down, querida,” Javi told you, “I promise I will not let anything happen to you.”

All you could do was cling to Javi’s shirt. You hated the helpless feeling and the fear that flowed through you. But, you also knew that Javi would keep you safe, and his strong arms around you was a comfort in the situation. You took comfort in the echo of Javi’s voice from earlier, telling you that he would always come to your rescue.

“There you are,” a thick Russian accent came from behind you and Javi.

You both gasped as you turned around and found the leader had found his way behind the rock and pointed his gun right at you and Javi. Javi hissed a string of curses in Spanish as he pulled you as close as he possibly could.

But, before the Russian could fire at you, a shot rang from behind him and he fell forward, dead.

“Do not look, querida,” Javi huffed as he blocked your vision. 

Your vision was blocked by Javi’s hand over your eyes, but you heard the shouts of Lucas and Javi’s security team. And the barrage of gunfire made your ears ring until suddenly silence filled the air. Just as quickly as it started, all the shooting stopped, and it wasn’t until Javi made sure that the area was clear that he finally loosened his grip on you.

“It's over,” he sighed as he looked you up and down, “You’re alright.” Javi looked around before he stood up and acknowledged his allies.

“Javi…”

“Come with me, querida,” Javi reached out and took your hand once more, “I want you to stay at the compound tonight until I know you will not be a target anymore.”

All you could do was nod as you followed Javi back into the safety of the compound.

*

You spent the rest of the day in a daze as you replayed the chase over and over again. Javi insisted you stayed in his bedroom, and even as you stayed in his large, luxurious shower for so long that the water ran cold, you knew he was just outside the door. Once you opened the door wearing nothing but a robe, you were immediately face to face with Javi, who looked more worried than you had ever seen him.

“Are you alright, querida?” he asked as he looked you over.

“I’m ok,” your voice was hushed as you sounded meek.

“Come here,” Javi rested his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit on his bed. Once you were seated, he looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen, “I’m so sorry, querida,” Javi’s face dropped, “They must have seen how much I care about you, and it put you at risk.”

“Javi…”

“I never wanted you to get hurt,” he continued, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes, “All I want to do is protect you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You froze. 

“I just…” he sighed, “I cannot lose you… Te quiero, querida,” Javi’s confession came from his heart as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. His hands on you stayed firm and you felt the tension in his grip.

The dam broke, and without a word you launched yourself forward and crashed your lips to his. Javi’s muffled moan vibrated between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you and immediately reciprocated the kiss. All the months of longing and lingering touches cumulated in his kiss.

Javi murmured your name as you both broke away for a breath before he yanked you close and kissed you again. This time, he swallowed the moan you let out as you both clung to each other as if you were both afraid the other would disappear. 

Neither of you were sure who moved first, but you both simultaneously began to tug at the other’s clothes. Javi stripped you more quickly, with only the robe covering your body, but you made quick work of the button down shirt and linen pants he wore.

As you yanked his pants off, you straddled Javi’s waist and pushed him down onto his back. All the breath was forced out of his lungs, but Javi never broke eye contact with you. He looked up at you like you were a goddess and he was just a lowly worshiper. But, Javi would worship you every day, every night, every moment he could. He would do anything for you. 

“Javi,” you breathed as you leaned forward, your folds rocking along his cock as you did so, “I love you too,” your voice was soft as your lips hovered over his before you closed the gap once more.

He mumbled your hand as he grabbed onto your hips, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of your body. Soft moans from both of you filled the room as you rocked yourself along Javi’s hardening cock until the desperation was too much for both of you.

“Fuck,” Javi hissed as the warmth spread across his whole body. 

You bit your lip as you lined yourself up with the tip of his cock and slowly sank down. A loud moan escaped your lips as he cock pushed into you, stretching you out so wonderfully. Both you and Javi let out a string of curses as his cock filled you more and more until your hips met his.

“Shit, Javi,” you breathed, “Fuck…”

“You feel so good, querida,” Javi groaned as he trailed his hands up your sides and pulled you forward for another kiss.

Slowly, you rocked yourself along Javi’s body, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you while his tongue tangled with yours. Javi’s arms stayed wrapped around you, too afraid to even loosen his grip on you while you rode him harder. 

“I am never letting you go querida,” Javi mumbled as your warmth engulfed him over and over again as you bounced on his cock, “I promise, I will never let anything happen to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Javi… Fuck,” you moaned against his lips, “I’ve thought about this for so long…”

“So have I,” Javi grunted your name, “Fuck… Let me feel you cum, querida.”

You let out a loud moan as your clit rubbed against Javi’s hips and his cock hit spots so deep inside you that you saw stars. You held onto his shoulders as you rode him harder and faster, desperately chasing your climax. Mumbled words of praise spilled from Javi’s lips as his own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Together, you and Javi came at the same time. Your bodies trembled against the other as you clung desperately while you rode out your climaxes. Loud moans and groans filled the room and skin slapped against skin until you lost all your strength and collapsed down on top of him.

Javi kept his arms around you as he rolled you over onto your side, slipping out of you in the process. You shivered as you felt a sudden emptiness without Javi’s cock inside you and you let out a soft whimper.

“I’ve got you, querida,” Javi whispered as he guided your head to rest on his chest.

You sighed contently as you felt his pounding heart against your body, “I know you do,” you murmured.

Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for some time. Javi tenderly stroked your back, and if it weren’t for your racing thoughts, you would have easily fallen asleep safe in his arms. But, between the attack and the heated confession, you had too much weighing on you.

“What happens now, Javi?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Javi let out a deep breath, “We have to hope the Russians did not get in touch with anyone else,” he sounded bitter, “But we have to assume that there will be others who will try to use you to hurt me,” he paused as he kissed the top of your head, “Do not worry, querida, I will never allow that to happen.”

You shifted yourself to look into his eyes, “I know you won’t,” you sounded confident, “I trust you, Javi.”

He smiled softly at you as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a soft and tender kiss, “No matter what, you will be safe with me.”

It was a promise, not only to you, but to himself. Javi had never cared about anyone the way he cared about you. No matter what the future held, there was one thing Javi was certain of: he would keep you close and keep you safe. But, the future could wait until morning. For now, Javi just wanted to enjoy this moment here in his bed with you in his arms. 

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Kinktober 2022: October 3rd

Day 3: Daddy/Mommy // Threesomes // Wax Play

Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Javi Gutierrez 

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Multiple partners, fingering, breast play, double penetration, unprotected sex, slight praise kink, cream pie

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“I- oh my- I am- I am so sorry.” Your hands cover your breasts and you honestly don’t know who is more embarrassed, your partner at being caught in such an unprofessional position or the man you have been protecting for the past month. Javi flusters, his eyes everywhere buy on the two of you before he must realize that even that is too much as whirls around. “I did not mean - Agent Pike assured me that it was okay to just - fuck.” 

You bite your lip, finding the situation slightly funny as you watch Marcus try to keep the pillow he had grabbed in front of his erection as he blindly grabbed for the clothes that the two of you had shed in a flurry of passion. 

“It- it’s okay.” Marcus practically stumbles over his words as he drags his boxers on and tries to shake off his mortification. All of you were adults and there was nothing to be ashamed of. At least not in your mind. “What do you need?” Both men hurry out of the room, leaving you to imagine something new. You hadn’t missed the look in Javier Gutierrez’s eyes before he quickly averted. He had been jealous. 

****

“I think we should have a threesome.” You could hear a pin drop as both men freeze, their eyes wide and fixed on you. You shrug nonchalantly, as if you aren’t suggesting something that both men had never expected. Hell, you hadn’t expected it of yourself but they are both sexy and why wouldn’t you want to experience it? It wasn’t like you had much else to do while you were trapped in this safe house and waiting for the trial date to creep closer so Javi can testify. 

“What?” Marcus is the first to recover. Shaking his head and reaching over to put his hand on top of the knife you were using to chop the cilantro. “Sweetheart, what-” 

“Come on, Marc.” You roll your eyes at him and then look over at Javi with a small smirk. “You always are talking about things that you hope you get to experience. I’ve heard you mention the time you were almost in a threesome in college at least a dozen times.” The other man’s eyes are curious and that makes you feel very secure in this suggestion. “You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t enjoy it and I think Javi here might as well.” 

Javi, sweet and gentle Javi, looks like his head is on a chopping block. “I- if I have done something to offend-” He’s shaking his head and looking positively distressed. 

“You haven’t.” You assure him, not wanting him to curl in on himself again. After what happened in Mallorca - you read the reports- the fact that Javi interacted at all was amazing. He had been under a lot of pressure and abused by his cousin. “Have you ever had a threesome?” You ask curiously. 

His flustering and the way the heat creeps up his neck is gloriously innocent and cute as he shakes his head. Admitting that he hadn’t although you have to think that he’s thought about it before. He turns towards Marcus, frowning slightly and pausing for a second before he asks the question that is obviously on his mind. “You are opposed to this?” 

Smirking to yourself when Marcus doesn’t immediately say no, his tell for when he doesn’t have the answer that he thinks he should. Which means he isn’t opposed. “No.” He shakes his head after a moment, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck as his own flush rises up on his cheeks. “We aren’t - we aren’t you know, uh, exclusive.” 

It takes another minute and several looks between the two of you before Javi speaks again. “Okay.” He nods, a furious redness on his cheeks but his eyes are hungry. “I am in.” 

****

“Oh fuck.” Your head tilts back leaning against Marcus’s shoulder and your eyes close in complete bliss. You had never imagined both men would be so…enthusiastic about this. Your hands hang at your sides and twitch to touch them, but they have told you to let them be in charge. 

“Is it good?” The wet pop of Javi’s mouth makes you open your eyes, the exquisite suction of his mouth falls away from your breast and pulls out a small whine from your lips. Dark, lust blown eyes softly looking up at you as he makes sure that you are happy. You can already tell that he is eager to please, wanting to make it as good as it can be. His other hand still cups your breast and you moan as you nod. 

“Yes.” Your whimpered answer makes Marcus laugh, his kisses trailing along your shoulder, scattered with little nips and licks that make you gasp. 

“Of course it’s good for her.” He hums, moving over to nuzzle against your neck and his chin rests on your shoulder to look down at the other man. “She’s the center of attention.” 

Those hands you have admired for nearly two years, experienced for the past two months, are between your thighs. Deft and clever as they work your clit and stuff you full while his hard cock is hot between the cheeks of your ass. Making you gasp when they spread your throbbing sex wide and push inside you with three thick fingers, his thumb from his other hand rubbing agonoizingly slow circles on your bundle of nerves. 

Javi grins, his face relaxing and the worry sliding off of it and he squeezes the breast he’s holding. “She looks good like this.” He admits, almost shyly before he leans back down and his tongue laps at your nipple. His mouth is wet and hot, making you moan when he pulls your swollen nipple back into your mouth to suck gently. 

“I- I want-” You cut yourself off when Marcus pushes his fingers against that spongy little spot inside you and another whimper takes over. All you can think about is their hands, their mouths, their cocks. It’s everything you had ever imagined from a threesome and somehow so much more.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” The words are crooned in your ear, accompanied by a nibble on your earlobe. “Tell us.” 

Your walls clench down around his fingers and you feel the way that his dick twitches against your ass. “I want - oh fuck, I want you to fuck me.” You are practically begging at this point, having already cum on his fingers once and feeling like you need more. “I- I want to suck Javi’s cock.” 

The man at your breast groans, his free hand between his own thighs and you are sure that he’s been slowly stroking himself while he lavishes attention on your tits. Or maybe he’s squeezing his cock to calm himself down. Either way, you want the gorgeously uncut length in your mouth while Marcus fucks you. 

“Jav?” Marcus waits until Javi pulls away from your breast again and straightens up to his knees where he is kneeling on the king sized bed in his room. He had decided that his room would be best since it was the largest bed for the three of you to play in. “You want her to suck your cock?” 

“Fuck.” Javi hisses, nodding quickly and he leans in to cup your cheek, his eyes earnest. “Only if you want to.” He insists before his lips press against yours in a surprisingly gentle gesture for a threesome. 

“I want to.” You promise, pulling away and untangling yourself from Marcus so you can wiggle back and drop down to your hands and knees. Hissing when the man behind you slaps your ass and chuckles as he rubs it. 

When you have them both inside you, one in your mouth and the other pressing deep into your cunt, you are in heaven. Moaning around the length of Javi while your hand pulls back his foreskin, you look up to find him watching you. Wrecked eyes heavily lidded and his mouth open in pleasure. It makes you clench down around Marcus and making him groan out behind you. 

Slowly building up a rhythm that makes your thighs shake. Marcus rocking into you and pushing your forward into Javi. Javi’s hips lurching forward, almost on their own as he chases the heat of your mouth. Groans and moans filling the room with the slick slaps of skin and slurping. 

It’s messy and raw. Nothing about it is like the perfectly poised porns that just make the woman look like a goddess. Tears leak down your face and Marcus has to stop moving so he doesn’t cum too soon several times. Your jaw aches and you shift from hand to hand while you pump Javi’s cock at the base. It’s perfect. 

“Stop.” Javi gasps, pulling back and making his cock fall from your mouth. “I want- I want to be inside you.” He confesses, biting his lip and looking at Marcus and then back down at you. “I want to be inside you with Marcus.” It had taken you a couple of times telling him not to say Agent Pike, instead using Marcus’s first name. 

You moan and lean forward so Marcus pulls out of you. Turning around and grinning at the other agent. “You don’t mind crossing swords, do you?” You ask teasingly, making him shoot you an unamused look. His eyes practically mocking you for how you shiver in anticipation. He knows that you’ve never been opposed to having a toy inside you while he was fucking you. 

“Lay down, Javi.” Marcus orders, his voice raspy and you don’t miss how the other man scrambles to obey him. That voice, when it’s deep like that, makes everyone listen. 

Smirking as you start to crawl up Javi’s body, you watch him. His eyes wide and he licks his lips in anticipation. Your lips press to his skin over and over as you make your way up, straddling him and grinding your wet cunt against the underside of his cock, love the way that he moans out your name. 

“Don’t tease.” He begs, needing to be inside you and that desperation makes you relent. Lifting your hips high enough that you can reach between you. Your fingers wrap around his cock and he hisses through his teeth and you smirk. Lifting his hard cock up and pulling his foreskin down to expose the sensitive head so you can sink down on him. 

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” Javi’s eyes roll back when you start to lower yourself down on him, taking him inch by inch until your ass is pressed firmly against his thighs. Feeling his dick twitch inside you and circling your hips slightly as you grind down and get used to the feeling of him inside you. His cock is slightly thicker than Marcus’s although he was not as long. 

“Fuck that is hotter than I imagined.” You turn your head to find Marcus slowly stroking himself, just a few feet away and his eyes are dark, filled with lust. Smirking, you wiggle your hips on Javi’s cock and make him moan while his fingers dig into your flesh.

“You’re next, Agent Pike.” you coo, watching his stomach tense. You know how much he loves you calling him that in bed. Maybe there was a reason why Marcus didn’t want Javi to call him that right now. You hum thoughtfully, pushing that thought aside so you can focus on the moment. 

His hand caresses your spine, pushing you firmly down towards Javi’s chest and he kisses your shoulder blade. “I’m gonna fill you up.” He promises huskily. “Javi and I are going to fill that little pussy up, stretch it out around our cocks and fill you up.” 

Your moan against Javi’s lips is wanton. “Fuck yes.” You pant. “Please.”  You love when Marcus is filthy. It goes against that choir boy exterior when you aren’t in bed together. Turning back to Marcus and clenching around Javi’s cock so he can see your walls tightening around the other man before you kiss Javi again. 

It takes some time, working two cocks into one cunt. Each man stroking your skin and cooing praises while Marcus shallowly rocks his hips, sinking into you inch by slow inch until his cock is sunk just as deep as Javi and all three of you are panting. 

You’ve never felt so full. It’s wonderful and only slightly pinching as your body adjusts to the invasion of two real cocks. The toys you had used before weren’t quite the girth of the two men. Moaning, you turn and kiss Marcus and then Javi over and over again. You wish you could kiss them both at the same time, but the angle was wrong. 

“Fuck, move Marcus.” Javi chokes out, twitching in response to the throbbing of the other man’s cock against his. You know this is something special and you reach back to grip Marcus’s hip while he starts to move. 

Everyone moans, eyes closing in pleasure and small gasps leave lips. Panting and curses fill the air while the three of you establish a rhythm. The alternating pistoning of their hips drive you crazy and makes you even wetter until the slick sucking of your cunt makes Marcus pause and you cry out when both men thrust up into you at the same time. 

Crying out spurs them on, dark eyes watching you, watching each other as they fuck you. Concentrating on giving you pleasure and chasing their own. Pushing and pulling your body back and forth between them as they work together. Making you shudder and gasp. “Fuck- fuck Marc - Jav- I’m gonna cum.” 

“D-do it.” Javi begs under you, his teeth clenched together and his face almost fierce if you didn’t know it was in concentration. He is trying to hold back but you can feel how wild his thrusts are becoming. 

You stiffen in their arms, your mouth pressed against Javi’s shoulder while your cunt pulses. Stars burst behind your eyes and pleasure rushes through your core while your juices soak over their cocks. 

It’s not even seconds later that Javi is crying out your name, bucking up into you and another flood of heat spreads through your womb while he fills you with ropes of cum. Luckily you had already talked about birth control and safety so you have nothing but pure bliss at the sensation.

Marcus groans, plastering himself across your back as he starts to falter at his own pace. Practically whimpering while he presses down on you and you feel Javi’s cum start to push out. Suddenly, the agent is stiffening behind you, groaning in pornographic perfection while he cums. 

Both men fill you up, making you feel wonderfully overfull and positively wicked while you pant against Javi’s shoulder. You don’t care about the cum that is dripping out of you, or the fact that Javi might be crushed under both of your weight. You’ll worry about it in just a second but you don’t think it’s a bad thing. Not with the way that Javi is sighing softly and practically humming in bliss. Marcus is much the same behind you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. This threesome was a great fucking idea.  

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Saw you were taking prompts again, how about Javi G and "I don't have time for distractions right now." Please and thank you

ANY opportunity to write for Javi G is alright with me, I love this man with every fibre of my being - thanks for sending in this prompt request.

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Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x writer F!Reader

Word Count | 1k

Warnings | Javi being a diligent lover, oral sex (F receiving) but nothing else.

The warmth of the Spanish sun and the sounds of the ocean licking at the walls below you had done wonders for your writer’s block. The deadline for the first draft of your book was due in just a few days and although the invite from your lover Javi to join him at his mansion had been a welcome one, he was far too distracting for you at this moment in time. 

For the past week he’d tempted you away from your laptop with expensive champagne, dinners on the balcony that spread into the late evening and then long nights spent wrapped up in the sheets together. You couldn’t deny you were having fun, you truly were, but your advance payment depended on this first draft, and you couldn’t afford anymore distractions. 

Almost like he could read your mind, Javi appears behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. He presses them down, you hadn’t realized you’d tensed them up so much, and begins rubbing his thumbs with a delicious pressure that has your neck rolling to one side and a relieved groan falling from your lips. 

“Stressed, mi amor?” He speaks lowly as his hands continue their impromptu massage. 

“I need three thousand more words to reach the required threshold and I need them by tomorrow,” You groaned, throwing your head back to rest against his stomach, “I’m doomed.” 

He chuckles, stilling the pressure of his hands to dip his head to your neck, placing chaste kisses that has your arousal pooling in your lower belly almost immediately. 

“Javi,” Another groan, this time tainted with lust, “I don’t have time for distractions right now.” 

“Who said anything about distractions, dulce niña?” You did love it when his affections for you fell out in Spanish, “Scoot your chair out a little for me.” 

Without thinking, you did exactly what he asked, the chair scraping back slightly, leaving room between the table and your chair, enough for him to slide his body in front of you and drop to his knees. 

He slowly worked the material of your dress up to bunch in your lap, using his mouth to press kisses to your exposed leg, all the way from your knee to the top of your thigh. You knew exactly what he was doing, your legs widening of their own volition at the ministrations of his mouth on your skin. 

“Ah, ah,” Your head shoots down as his fingers grip your thigh, “You have to write, or I’ll leave.” 

A groan of frustration leaves your lips, you didn’t like this side of Javi. You preferred him pliant and agreeable, the man who would hang the moon if you asked, the man who looks up at you with pleading eyes when he’s begging to cum on your tongue when you’ve edged him for too long, not the man calling the shots between your thighs right now. 

Your hands fly to the laptop on the table, trying to remember the pivotal moment your characters were at when you left them, reading the last few lines as you shift your hips forward in the chair slightly, allowing the skirt of your dress to settle enough to reveal your aching pussy to Javi’s face. 

Your fingers start typing, no doubt writing absolute nonsense, and you’re rewarded by Javi licking a firm strip with his tongue along the seam of your pussy. You test the waters, stilling your hands from typing and his face moves from you, far enough away that you can’t feel his breath on your skin any longer. You let out a frustrated groan but go back to doing as you were told, diligently typing away. 

Javi’s hands spread your pussy this time and he does the same motion with his tongue as before but this time the spread of your pussy meant his tongue teased across your clit, causing a buck of your hips and a ragged moan. You could feel him chuckling into your skin as his tongue focused exactly where he knew you liked it. 

He was flicking the tip of his tongue softly against your clit, his hands were gripping into the meat of your thighs, and you were desperately trying to move closer to him, needing more pressure. You couldn’t handle this teasing. 

“Javi please,” You begged, one hand moving to fist your fingers into his hair, “Stop teasing me.” 

He moved away from you just enough to speak, “Get back to writing and I’ll give you exactly what you want, querida.” 

You took a deep breath and tried to ground yourself, eyes looking into your screen with your fingers flying across the keyboard, writing anything that came to your mind first. You were rewarded with Javi’s lips locking around your clit and sucking. An indecent moan fell from your lips as he began switching between teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking in earnest. 

Sweat was pooling along your skin and the ability to type was becoming almost non-existent, so you opted for just slamming your fingers across the keyboard to convince Javi you were working. Damn him and the extra editing he was going to cause you. 

“Javi, please…” You whimpered, “Fingers, inside me, I’m so close.”

He obliged, slipping two of his fingers inside you with ease, the slick of your pussy making a delicious friction as he pumped them in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm gathering inside of you and once Javi curled his fingers inside of you, continuing the movements of his tongue on your clit, it was slamming into you with full force. 

Your hands flew to his hair, abandoning your work, as your thighs squeezed around his face, and you called out his name into the hot evening air. His mouth worked you through your orgasm, licking softly as you shook through the aftershocks before he placed soft kisses to the inside of your thigh. 

He stands in front of you and places one solid kiss to your forehead before walking away, throwing over his shoulder as he leaves, “One thousand words and we can have dinner.” 

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Movie Night | Javi Gutierrez X reader

Summary: Scary movie night with Javi.

Rating: super 18+++

Tags/warnings: smut, genitalia description, Javi is a fiend!

A/N: this is dedicated to my dear sweet kat (aka @guess-my-next-obsession ) who dropped this lil nugget in my ask box:

and it took me literal weeks to write, but here it is now just in time for spooky season! Enjoy!

“…I realized that what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply… evil.”

You scooted closer to Javi on the plush loveseat, tucking the throw blanket more securely around yourself. You weren’t scared of the movie, per say, but you were absolutely being put on edge by it. It was all Javi’s fault; he always went on and on about the importance of ambiance when watching a movie, and this evening was no different. The crackling fire in front of you paired with every light in the spacious movie room being turned off made for a particularly unsettling ambiance, especially for a “best horror movies of all time” marathon. You hadn’t told the man next to you that you actually hated horror movies- he was so excited about the evening and talked about it for weeks beforehand, and you couldn’t possibly kill that joy. So you toughed it out as best as you could, seeking comfort in his warm side.

“You’re not getting too scared, are you?” You heard him ask, his eyes not leaving the screen.

You shook your head. “No, not at all,” you hoped the lie sounded to him better than it did to you.

As the movie continued on, you found yourself steadily getting closer and closer to Javi, so much so that he took your cup of apple cider out of your hands and placed it on the end table next to him so you wouldn’t spill it in his lap. You tried your best to stay focused on the movie, but you were already a few scary films in, and your mind was wildly unsettled. Your brain was starting to play tricks on you, convincing yourself you were seeing moving figures in the open doorway in your peripheral vision. It started to get so bad that you physically jumped at a particularly gruesome scene in the movie, causing Javi to quickly grab the remote and pause it.

“Cariño,” he cooed, voice laced with concern.

You let out an exasperated laugh. “I’m sorry, I know I’m being a baby,” you rubbed a hand over your face.

Grabbing your wrist gently, he pulled your hand away to cup your jaw. “No, no. I think it’s cute.”

Rolling your eyes and snorting, you wrapped your arms tighter around his torso and snuggled into his neck. “I’m good, you can unpause it. I’ll just hide here.” Like this you could fully breathe in his expensive cologne tangling with his natural musk, the scents swirling together like a comforting blanket being pulled over you.

You felt his chest bounce as he laughed. You angled your neck to look up at him, meeting his warm eyes and that soft smile that made your heart melt. He shook his head, bending down to press a delicate kiss to your lips. You smiled against his mouth, your lips meeting once more. His kisses always made your chest light up- he was an impossibly good kisser. It was difficult to resist pulling him down to you completely and deepening the kiss into something more heated; so difficult, in fact, that you didn’t.

You slid your fingers into his soft curls and settled them there. Javi shifted his body slightly to get more of an angle on you, moving his mouth against yours slowly. His tongue slipped into your mouth, igniting a fire deep in your belly. You moved yours into his and they danced in harmony, both of you so familiar and in tune with each other.

One of his hands held the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair slightly, while the other slid around the curve of your waist to your back. You were putty in his hands like this and he knew it. He slowly moved your body down so he was almost on top of you, your upper back pressing into the arm of the couch. You hummed against him, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him against you more.

“What about the movie?” You asked coyly, pulling away and pressing your forehead against his.

Javi responded by burying his face into your neck and pressing soft pecks to it. When he reached that spot behind your ear, your breath sucked in sharply, and you felt him smirk against the sensitive skin. He swirled his tongue over the area and gave it several open mouthed kisses that had you softly whimpering, until you eventually tugged his face back to yours and sealed your lips again.

“The movie will be there, amor,” he said in between eager kisses. “Right now all I want is you.”

From its spot on your lower back, his hand grasped the hem of your thick sweater, pulling the forest green fabric up until you could shrug it over your head. Placing a kiss to the pillowy flesh left uncovered by your bra, he swiftly undid the clasp until you were bare. It never failed to impress you how quickly he could handle bra clasps; you’d dealt with many an ex boyfriend who struggled with them until you had to sigh and do it yourself. But the first time you’d slept together, Javi moved so swiftly you didn’t even realize he’d done it. It wasn’t something you expected from the walking ball of sunshine, but by no means were you complaining.

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, moving his tongue around it and biting just enough to make you gasp. He repeated the action on the other breast, heat pooling deep in your stomach. You swore he would be content like this all day, lavishing your breasts with sweet kisses and nips.

“Javi,” you breathed out, closing your eyes.

Speaking between kisses, he answered. “What is it? Que necesitas?” His face pressed to your sternum.

Scratching the back of his scalp, you looked down at him. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I love you too, hermosa. So much.” He kissed a trail down your stomach, stopping at your leggings. Hooking the top with his thumbs he pulled them down until you could shimmy out, then tossed the black fabric to the back of the couch. As the heat from the fire warmed your thighs you were suddenly made aware of how much clothing he was still wearing. Before he laid back on top of you, you scooted so you were sitting up more and reached for the hem of his own thick sweater.

“Off please,” you mumbled, moving quickly.

He assisted you by grabbing the white fabric by the shoulders and pulling it over his head, revealing his broad chest and soft tummy. You couldn’t contain your smile at the sight and ran your fingers over the light smattering of hair. Your fingers trailed up from his stomach to his arm to squeeze his thick bicep, relishing in the tense muscles there. You pulled on his shoulders until he smiled and moved back down to you, crashing your lips together.

His thigh wedged between yours and you found your hips rolling against it. The rough denim was delicious against your wet core, only covered by your now-soaked panties. As the two of you kissed for what felt like an eternity, he was finally the first to pull away.

“Can I take you on the floor?” He whispered in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.

Your cheeks heated. “What?” You asked breathlessly.

Javi licked the length of your ear. “You heard me, corazón.”

He stood from the couch then, holding his hand out to you. You followed suit, interlocking your fingers as he guided you closer to the fire so you could lay on the smooth faux fur rug in front of it. After a moment of adjusting- and Javi undoing his pants while you tried to control yourself- he held himself over you, looking down at you with something so tender in his eyes that you had to look away. He loved to do that to you- he was your sun, burning so brightly and radiating such warmth that you almost couldn’t take it. Almost.

He ran a hand over your thigh, reaching under to squeeze your ass before pulling his fingers through your now bare wetness. Sultrily he moved his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them before slowly lowering them back to your entrance and sliding his middle finger in. The long, thick digit curled within you and you let out a stuttered gasp, fire spreading across your hips. Javi repeated the action again and again, the pressure already building within you. Your breathing became heavy, eyes tightly shut while he brought you to the edge and back cruelly.

“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore,” you whined, speaking softly.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You let out a hard sigh, as if he pulled the air right from your lungs.

“Only because I love you so much.” He teased, reaching down and grabbing his cock to line up at your center.

Moving his arm so he was now bracing himself on either side of your head, he slid into you with ease. A grunted sigh escaped his lips at the sensation of your walls squeezing him so tightly, and you clenched around him even more. He sat this way for a moment, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, before you wrapped your legs around his body and pushed at his backside. As if a switch flicked on, he began moving at a firm pace, jostling you just enough to make your breath come out in short pants.

“Yesyesyes,” you whined.

It was difficult to focus on anything outside of his thrusts, cock moving so deeply within you your brain was turning to mush. He looked even more beautiful from this angle, soft hair hanging in front of his forehead and brown eyes locked onto yours. You cupped his cheek and pulled yourself up to kiss him, swallowing a loud moan from him as he began to move faster. He was moving at a nearly bruising pace now- all you could do was lay back and take it.

“So fucking tight.” He swore in between the sinful noises escaping him. It was a far cry from the Javi most people got to see, and you loved being the only one that got this side of him. He was passionate and fiery and almost animalistic. He was yours.

You clawed at his back as he continued pounding into you, hard enough to leave marks that you’d see them tomorrow. He never seemed to mind, though.

“Do you like when I fuck you fast like this?” Javi spoke with gritted teeth.

You let out a small cry in response, unable to find words as his cock went so deeply within you.

“Respóndeme.” He hissed.

“Yes,” you panted. “I fucking- oh my god,” you swallowed as you felt his thumb stroke up and down on your clit, the pace only slightly slower than the colliding of his hips into yours.

“I want you to cum for me, amante,” Javi’s voice was strained as he spoke, clearly teetering on the edge as well but holding back.

You loudly moaned, head pressing back into the soft rug beneath you. All you could feel was him, taking over your entire body until it was no longer your own.

“Do it, you’re right there,” he encouraged softly from above you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. “Oh my god.”

“That’s it,” he cooed, hearing your voice break as you finally flooded his cock.

You came so hard barely any noise came out; you could only writhe beneath him. Your hips rolled as you pulsed on his cock, barely even registering him spilling inside of you outside of his loud groan. Javi collapsed on top of you, your sweat mixing together and causing your skin to stick.

“You are way too good at that,” you laughed airily, stroking his arm with your nails.

He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “You flatter me too much.”

“Hmm, you think so? I don’t think I do it enough.”

You felt his cheeks move as he smiled against your bare skin. He sat this way for a moment before he pressed himself up, standing to stretch as you did the same.

“Let’s get back to the movie, amor.” He said with a kiss to your knuckles, helping pull you to your feet.

Letting out an overdramatic huff, you pulled your sweater back on.

“Only because I love you.”

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Warning: The following fics are 18+ MDNI 🔞

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