#mi javi

[laracrofted]

greg tarzan davis being a hot action hero in mission: impossible dead reckoning for 20 seconds straight

#aka scenes i wanted to include in my edit yesterday but couldn't find the room #and once again… stream mi dead reckoning #him speaking italian… oh if i speak! #greg tarzan davis #agent degas #mi dead reckoning #agent!javy #ames makes things

[tightjeansjavi]

Jeany! Congrats on one year, baby!

What can I bring to the sleepover? I have punch and pie at the ready.

You know I’m a Frankie girl thru and thru… but what if he was… drunk and handsy (in the best way possible) and maybe we’re not an item yet… but he’s hella interested and the alcohol makes him brave…

Love a little friends to lovers…

Beefro👌🥩💜

BEEFRO!! my darling, mi vida, thank you for sending this in! I hope it’s okay that we didn’t get smutty with it, and the reader was the one who was a lil drunk 🥺

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mi vida

~word count: 2.0k~

Summary: Frankie Morales is your best friend and the love of your life.

Pairing | best friend!frankie morales x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, no age gap, language, mentions of drinking and smoking, right person wrong time, best friend!frankie, assumed unrequited love, frankie and the reader are bi, Santi, Will, and Benny exist in this universe but fuck Tom. Me and my homies hate a motherfucker named Tom, happy ending, reader can understand and speak Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Translations:

mi vida- my life

querida- darling

hermano- brother

nada de eso- none of that

estoy en camino- I’m on my way

no te vayas de ahí- don’t move

voy a intentarlo- I’m going to try

vamos a salir de aquí- let’s get out of here

The bass in the nightclub is booming, pulsing in your ears and rattling your brain in your skull. Your vodka lemonade has practically watered down to nothing—great. To make matters even worse, your favorite pair of metallic heels keep sticking to the floor—gross. There’s too many people packed in this club, too many bodies, and you realize then that this was a terrible idea.

It all started with your stupid boyfriend—ex-boyfriend. He broke up with you over the phone, babbling pathetically about how he met someone else and how sorry he was. Bullshit. You sucked in your tears, and the remaining threads of your dignity and packed his shit up into a cardboard box and tossed it right down the garbage shoot.

Fuck him.

You weren’t even the least bit sad, no—you were furious. You should have known that he was a tool, just another asshole hiding under a ‘nice guy’ persona.

Did I even really love him? You questioned yourself in the mirror while applying a glitter shadow to your eyelids.

You did, but he’s not— You gripped the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection and the smudge mascara streaks under your eyes.

Frankie is too good for me. He deserves better.

Francisco—Catfish, Morales had been your best friend, your ride or die—your Clyde to your Bonnie, since you were kids.

You grew up on the same block and you remember the first day you met Frankie like it was just yesterday.

His mom sent him over to your house, with fresh tamales in a well loved container held between two clammy palms.

“Hey, I’m Frankie. Welcome to the neighborhood.” He said with a small, boyish grin.

He had the warmest brown eyes you had ever seen, and soon enough your diary was no longer doodles of unicorns, butterflies, princesses and dragons, it was Frankie Morales, and those brown eyes of his.

You walked to school together everyday and soon your duo turned into a little group consisting of three other kids that had become like brothers to Frankie and you.

There was Benny, Will, and Santi; the five of you shared your own stomping ground: the neighborhood playground. And as you grew older…your feelings towards your friends shifted.

You had a minor crush on Santi who found out through Benny and that’s how you ended up going to the movies together one weekend. Santi was a total gentleman, and while you were attracted to him, the butterflies weren’t there. The spark that you dreamed about feeling—was nonexistent. And when he kissed you, your foot didn’t pop up like it did in the Princess Diaries!

Get a room! You’d recognize that voice from anywhere—Frankie.

And low and behold, Frankie, Benny, and Will were all sitting a few seats behind you and Santi who wasted no time to grab a handful of popcorn and toss it at the three of them.

You and Santi decided afterwards that you were better off as friends. Will took you out to dinner once, and the two of you also quickly realized that you were better off as friends.

Benny ended up being your date to the junior prom. It was hard to not be attracted to a guy like Benny. He was smart, funny, and a total goober. He couldn’t dance for shit, but you had fun, and it was definitely going to be a night for the books.

Maybe you and Benny would have ended up together if you hadn’t slow-danced under a shimmering disco ball with Frankie after Benny took a break from dancing. Maybe your heart strings wouldn’t have tugged you in the direction of your best friend, and those big brown eyes of his.

“Are you going home with him, mi vida?” His words whispered against the shell of your ear while one hand rested along your lower back, and the other around your waist.

“Probably” You whispered softly.

You tried to pretend that you didn’t see the way his face fell, and his lips curve into a set frown.

“Good. He’ll take care of you. You deserve to have fun, querida.”

And when the song ended, and Benny returned, you watched your best friend walk away, his arm wrapped around Santi’s shoulders.

It was half-past 5 in the morning when you told Benny about your feelings for Frankie. You were tangled up in his sheets, passing a cigarette back and forth. Benny wasn’t even surprised, he just had this knowing grin on his face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We all know how you feel about catfish. It ain’t a secret.” He winked at you reassuringly.

-

On graduation night you had built up enough courage to finally tell Frankie how you felt, and after downing a few glasses of champagne for some extra liquid courage, you were ready—until you saw Frankie leaned in close to another girl in your grade, and your heart sank to the very pits of your stomach.

You told Santi how you felt about Frankie later that night while sharing a bottle of champagne on the old rusted swings of the neighborhood playground.

He confessed to you that he felt the same way about Frankie, but he was afraid of ruining their friendship and how Frankie would react.

You reached over, gently grabbing his hand in yours and told him, you should tell him how you feel, Santi.

-

When you went off to college, your four friends enlisted in the military and you weren’t sure if you would ever see them again. Life continued on for you, until you found yourself right back to your roots, and feeling the same way for your best friend as you did years ago. You just did a real damn good job of hiding it from your boyfriend.

So, that’s how you found yourself outside of the women’s bathroom, phone pressed to your ear, the bottom of your favorite heels sticking to the floor, and your thumbnail bleeding because you had ripped out a nasty hangnail with your teeth.

The dial tone rang, and rang and you thought that maybe this was a sign that you and Frankie were never meant to be. That it was all made up in your head, and scribbled in your diary. Maybe Frankie never felt the same way about you as you did for him.

“Mi vida?” his voice crackled on the other line and you imagined he had his hand cupped over his phone so that he could hear you better.

“Francisco,” you breathed, taking a pause as you gathered your thoughts. “I—I need you, Frankie.”

He nearly dropped his phone, lurching forward in his chair from your words. His erratic movements caught the attention of Santi who was sitting across from him in the booth and he raised his brows, mouthing, you okay, hermano?

Frankie was too caught up in the pounding of his heart in his chest, and his pulse racing in his eardrums to even notice Santi or Benny and Will now looking at him.

“Where are you, querida? Are you—safe? I can barely hear you.” Frankie uttered, bringing his thumb to his lips and gnawed on the side of the nail nervously with his teeth.

“I’m at some shitty club. Boyfriend broke up with me—and I ended up here. You don’t have to come, I just—I thought maybe…” you trailed off.

“Nada de eso, mi vida. Is it that same club we tried sneaking into back in highschool? The seedy one?”

“Yeah. The one where the floor is always sticky, and you can still smoke cigarettes.” You stifled a giggle.

“Estoy en camino, querida. Hang tight, okay? No te vayas de ahí.” He said in an urgent tone, gathering up his wallet and keys before he downed the last sip of his beer.

“I’m not going anywhere, Frankie.” You reassured him.

“I know, mi vida. I’ll stay on the line with you, ‘Kay?” He slipped out of the booth just as Santi stood up.

Frankie pulled his phone away from his ear momentarily, holding it against his shoulder as their eyes met.

Santi gave him a knowing a grin, slapping him on the shoulder gently in a half hug, “go get your girl, hermano.”

Frankie hugged him back, wrapping both arms around him before pulling back slightly with a grin slowly tugging over his lips, “Voy a intentarlo, hermano.”

And then there was Benny in the background yelling, “HELL YEAH, CATFISH! GO GET YOUR LADY!”

-

Frankie stayed on the phone with you the entire walk to the club which evidently was only a few blocks away. You were babbling on about how watered down your vodka lemonade was when Frankie had pushed himself through the mass of bodies all sweaty and sticking together. His eyes locked on your familiar face, right where you said you would be.

“I’m here, mi vida.” He whispered into the receiver before ending the call. He didn’t even have a chance to slip his phone into his back pocket when he felt your arms wound around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You smelled like cheap vodka, and flowery perfume that burned the sensitive hairs in his nostrils but he didn’t care.

“I missed you, Francisco.” You breathed into the bare patch of exposed skin on his neck, hugging yourself to him tightly. “I—there’s so much I want to say—and tell you, Frankie.”

“I missed you more than you can imagine, querida. I never—I’m so sorry…about your boyfriend.” He pulled back slowly so that he could get a good look at your face. He expected you to be a heartbroken wreck, but he was met with the complete opposite.

“Don’t be. He was a jackass, and I don’t think he and I were ever compatible.” You shrugged, eyes never leaving his. “I don’t give a fuck about him. I came out here to clear my head, but then I thought about you, Frankie. “Fuck it!” You laughed, choking back an on-coming sob that you weren’t expecting, “I should have just grown a pair all those years ago and told you how I felt! Fuck—do you have any idea just how in love with you I am, Francisco?”

“Mi vida, you’re drunk—you—just went through a break up, and you’ve had a lot to drink—”

She’s in love with me?

“I should have broken up with him a long time ago, Frankie. There’s a lot of things I wish I could have done differently, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s always been you, Francisco, mi vida.”

She is in love with me.

Frankie brought his hands up to your face then, gently cradling your cheekbones in his palms. “Hey, hey, querida. It’s okay. Shit, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for any of that. You and I—we’ve always danced around the subject, haven’t we?”

You nodded and brought your hands up to rest along his.

“Santi told me after we enlisted that you were going to tell me how you felt on graduation night and then never did because—the timing wasn’t right then, mi vida. I thought about writing you a letter at some point, but I never did because the last thing I ever wanted to do was hold you back from the life you deserved, querida. All these years I’ve wanted to tell you—”

You cut him off, pulling his face close to yours, “I love you, Frankie” you brushed your thumb across the heart shaped patch in his beard.

“Fuck—I love you so much, mi vida.”

And then you were both surging forward, accidentally smacking one another in the forehead, letting out a synchronized groan of pain before your lips finally met in a bruising kiss. Your foot popped up behind you as drunk club-goers stumbled past yours and Frankie’s passionate embrace.

You came up for air a few minutes later, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck once more and he held you close, swaying with you as if there was a slow song playing.

“Vamos a salir de aquí, Frankie.” You said breathlessly, carding your fingers through the back of his hair having half the temptation to rip off his baseball cap just so you could mess his hair up even more.

He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down to his face and pressed his lips to the outside of your hand, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, mi vida.”

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[creedslove]

Besties, I know it's been a while but I miss our DEA agent boyfriend very much, so I'll try to finish the new chapter of Deserve it tonight but I promise it won't be later than tomorrow

#handsome #javi p #i love you javi #te amo javi mi amor

[flightlessangelwings]

La Estrella de mi Vida- Part 1/3

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (nicknamed “Estrella” by Javi, no use of y/n)

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pining, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), reader is the daughter of the doctor to the cartels, canon compliant but takes place pre movie (about 5 years before is what I imagine), minor character death, undetailed illness mention, reader has a good relationship with her father but it’s not explored too much, angsty ending to this part, protective!Javi 

Notes: I am SUPER excited to share this minseries with y’all cause I had so much fun writing it and I spent a lot of time and effort with this! I really hope you guys like it so let me know what you think of part 1 so far! This sex scene is proally the most poetic smut I’ve ever written too, but Javi deserves it!! And this miniseries is packed full of easter egg references to the movie for funsies too!  

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“Tell me, doctor,” Mr. Guiterrez sighed in defeat, “How long do I have?”

“Couple of months maybe?” the doctor’s shoulders dropped, “I can try and get you some experimental drugs to give you some more time. And I’ll do what I can to make you more comfortable, but this really isn’t my area of expertise, you know.”

“I am aware. But you are the only doctor I trust. And no one can know about this outside these walls.” Mr. Gutierrez had a solemn look on his face as he was finally confronted with his own mortality. 

The doctor nodded, “Of course. I will do my best, señor.” 

“You always do.”

The doctor was the most trusted and sought after medical professional in the cartel world. Anyone and everyone went to him, mostly for injuries, because he was the best and he was discrete. He was also your father, and the only family you ever had. While it wasn’t easy to grow up in the world of cartels and gangsters, you still maintained a good relationship with your father, and he did everything in his power to keep you safe in this dangerous world he brought you into.

Javi, on the other hand, was the opposite. He also grew up in the world of the underground, but he never had the father-son relationship others his age did. Perhaps Javi was too kind, too good a man for this type of life, and that wasn’t what his father had in mind for him. If anything, Javi’s cousin Lucas had more of that relationship and the senior Gutierrez took him more under his wing as the two boys got older.

Over time, the relationship with his father deteriorated to the point where Javi wanted nothing to do with him. He bought another house in secret and lived there on his own for some time, all the while planning to get out of the country and start a new life somewhere else. Yet, something held him back: you… 

But, just as the doctor promised, the experimental medicine did greatly help the senior Gutierrez with his diagnosis. However, as time went on, he became weaker and weaker until he wasn’t able to leave the safety of the doctor’s walls. 

Javi, his only son, was by his side every evening. Once Javi found out about his father’s illness, he chose to come back to him and mend the relationship before he passed. Javi was always a good man with a good heart, and even through a troubled relationship, he still tried his best. Even when there wasn’t much for them to talk about, he was there to support his father and stay with him so he wouldn’t be alone.

It was only one movie that the two were able to bond over, and the first stitch of a mended relationship began from there.

You walked into his room one day and saw the two Guiterrez men relaxed side by side in the small but comfortable room. They both had their eyes glued to the tv, both immersed in the movie they were watching together. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat to announce your presence that they looked over at you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said sheepishly, “I just wanted to check on you, Señor Gutierrez. How are you feeling?”

“Ah, the doctor’s daughter!” he exclaimed, “Always a pleasure to see you. You look radiant as ever,” he nodded over to the machines that remained hooked up to him, “The constant beeping is getting on my nerves, but what more can a dying man complain about?”

“Papa!” Javi exclaimed as he stood up, “I am sorry about my father. He can never hold his tongue at all.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle at Javi’s embarrassment, “How long have we all known each other? I’m used to his antics, Javi, it’s fine.”

Being the daughter of the most prominent doctor to gangs and cartels, you had put up with far worse than an off-color comment. Growing up, it was never easy, but your father always made sure you were safe, even in his dangerous line of work. As you got older, you started to help him out more, since his business was completely off the grid to keep his patients completely anonymous, even from each other.

It had gotten him in some trouble at times, but the cartels came to a truce that whatever happened within the walls of his clinic stayed there. Rivals would sometimes be wheeled past each other in the halls, and neither would make a move. And everyone came to an agreement that the doctor, and his daughter, would never be punished or harmed for treating those on the opposite side of their wars.

That was how you had met Javi. It was many years ago and he dragged his injured father into your father’s clinic. You had just started to help out, and you did what you could to clean and bandage the wound under the watchful eye of your father. Javi was enamored with you from the moment you met; you were strong and brave and beautiful and smart. You were perfect.

He could tell you had a good heart, even from what he was sure was hell at times. He had watched with those big, soft brown eyes while you cared for his father, but he kept his feelings closed off and never let you know how much he truly cared for you. It was too dangerous to get close to you.

So, Javi watched you from afar, but he always made sure to talk to you as much as he could whenever his father’s duties brought them both through the clinic doors. In Javi’s mind, there was at least one thing to look forward to at the clinic.

“You’re watching Guarding Tess again?” your light tone brought Javi back to the present, “This is the third time this week you’ve watched this.”

Javi let out a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, it’s our thing I guess.” Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice that Javi was staring at you while his thoughts raced.

“Didn’t you bring over Face Off last week too, Javi?” you asked as you fluffed his father's pillow and helped him get more comfortable.

“I did,” Javi’s face lit up at the mention of the movie, “It’s my favorite movie, though I do not think my father enjoyed it very much.”

“Psh,” Mr. Gutierrez waved his hand dismissively. He looked like he wanted to say more, but the way Javi’s face dropped made him change his mind. Perhaps he too wanted to end his life on a good note with his son after years of having a rocky relationship. “How about you? What’s your favorite movie?”

“Hmmm,” you thought, “That’s a tough question. It’s so hard to pick just one. But I think…” you paused as you mulled it over and Javi couldn’t help but notice how stunning you looked when your eyebrows scrunched together while you were deep in thought, “It’s a tie between Paddington 2 and Agora.”

“Excellent choices!” Jaci exclaimed. The truth was he would have said the same thing no matter what you said, because everything you did and everything you liked was perfect in his eyes.

Your face lit up in a smile as you met Javi’s eyes and he swore that he forgot to breathe for a moment. You had charmed him without any effort on your part, and every time he saw you, Javi was sure you got more and more beautiful. You were kind and smart and funny and easy to talk to when he had no one else. He felt like the two of you had a special connection, even if he buried his true feelings for you. It was strange to say that Javi at times looked forward to going to your father’s clinic because he knew he could see you there.

Little did Javi know that you secretly felt the exact same way about him. Javi had always been so gracious towards you since the day you met all those years ago, and you couldn’t help but picture his face in your mind when you were having a bad day. His soft eyes and warm smile made your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think he was the sweetest man you had ever met in your life.

But, you knew what a big risk it would be to pursue anything with Javi since it could look like favoritism to the other cartels. Worst case scenario it could start an all out war, and that was the last thing you wanted. So, just like Javi, you kept your true feelings buried deep down and we’re grateful for the times you could see him.

“Javi, why don’t you bring over one of those movies next time. The lady has good taste,” Mr. Gutierrez’s voice broke though the silence that had fallen over the room.

“Whatever you want,” Javi’s voice was soft as you gave him a sympathetic smile and left the room.

Javi’s father passed away just a week after that.

*

You hadn’t been to the Gutierrez compound before, but it was magnificent. It sat right on the water, and the setting sun reflected light off the sea so beautifully. The buildings within the compound were old, but they were charming. Guards were posted everywhere, and the walls were built like a fortress, yet it still felt warm and inviting, even in the circumstances. You felt safe there, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the place itself or because of Javi’s presence.

Javi’s father’s funeral was short, but beautiful. Javi gave a eulogy filled with depth and emotions that you couldn’t help but cry at his words. And after the burial, family, friends, and close business associates gathered at the Gutierrez compound for his life celebration. While your father attended the funeral, he always passed on the gatherings afterwards.

“You go on,” your father insisted, “You’ll be my representative,” he said with a light chuckle.

The mood inside the compound was somber and melancholy, yet it felt comforting somehow. As if everyone remembering his life made it feel like he was still there. The senior Gutierrez may have been the founder and head of a major arms cartel, but he was well respected among the other leaders. Some would even say he was a good man, but you would argue that his son was the more honorable of the two.

While you tried to stay close to Javi, too many others vied for his attention as well, so you stepped back for a time and let the others offer their condolences as well. For a time, you ended up in idle conversation with his cousin, Lucas, who you had met several times at your father’s clinic as well. But, as the sun went down and the moon rose, you noticed that Javi had disappeared. So you excused yourself from the conversation and decided to go look for him. 

Javi sat in his room, alone, with a glass of alcohol in his hand and a movie on the tv in front of him that he only mildly paid attention to. He had retreated away when the well meaning consolations from everyone became too much and he just needed some time alone. However, there was one person that he wouldn’t mind joining him.

A knock at the door started him so much that he almost dropped his drink. Javi quickly rushed to his feet and set the glass down before it broke it before he called to the closed doorway, “Yes?”

The voice from the other end was exactly who he had hoped it would be.

“Javi?”

A grin lit up his face for the first time in days as he bolted to the door with your name in a whisper. When he pulled it open, you stood next to one of his guards, who looked at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry sir. She insisted on seeing you. Says it’s important.”

“It’s fine, gracias,” Javi shooed the guard away and extended his arm out in an invitation to you, “Come in, querida.”

It was the first time you’d been in Javi’s room, and it made your hands tingle with nerves. And it was only made worse when Javi stood just inches from you, his hand still firmly in yours. 

He must have read your mind because Javi suddenly let go of your hand and looked down with embarrassment, “Sorry,” he mumbled as his eyes met yours once more.

“It’s fine,” you whispered as you savored the warmth from his grip before it faded away. 

You saw every little detail on Javi’s face, from the way his curls fell on his forehead to the sharp angle of his nose to the slight bloodshot in his eyes that told you he had been crying. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t help the thoughts that popped into your head, even at a time like this.

“It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be heading home? Is something the matter?” Javi asked sincerely as he placed his hand on your arm and guided you towards the small ottoman that sat at the foot of his bed. 

“I just wanted to check on you,” your voice was soft as you fiddled with your fingers, “I was worried, I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

Javi’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sad smile, “You do not need to worry about me, querida,” he replied in just as hushed a tone.

For several moments, neither of you knew what to say next. You found yourself lost in his eyes until your gaze dropped down and you realized that once again his hand still gripped your arm. With a quiet gasp, your eyes shot back up, and Javi’s eyes widened as he realized he still held you as well. You covered your hand over his and made it clear that you didn’t want him to let you go. 

And he didn’t want to either.

“Javi…”

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” Javi whispered as he brought his other hand up and cupped the side of your face, “More beautiful than the stars reflected off the sea… Mi estrella.”

His words took your breath away, and you felt like your skin was on fire. Part of you screamed to stop, since you were sure Javi was in a fragile emotional state and you didn’t want to make things weird between you. Yet, the other part of you wanted to keep going and see what he would do next. And you had dreamed of being this close to him for years.

“Javi,” you repeated his name, “Is this really a good idea? I mean, your father…”

“I’m alright, mi estrella,” Javi’s voice never faltered, “You of all people know I was never that close with my father,” he paused as he took a deep breath, “In fact, this has made me more sure that I shouldn’t let what is in front of me slip away.”

Every time he called you that nickname it made your heart pound in your chest. Vaguely, you wondered if you were dreaming, or if this was actually happening. Years of denying your feelings and dancing around each other finally came to a head at this moment. It wasn’t the ideal circumstances, but still you were in awe that this was really real. 

Javi’s face was only centimeters from yours, and you felt his breath on your lips. But, he did not move. He stayed perfectly still, his lips ghosting over yours, and you realized that he waited for you to make the final call. As badly as he wanted to kiss you, Javi wanted to be certain that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

And of course you did.

With a gasp, you closed the small gap between yourselves and kissed him. Immediately, the kiss erupted into more and Javi held you tightly with his large hands as the kiss deepend. Neither of you were sure who parted their lips first, but the moment your tongue met his, it was like an explosion of fire and feelings completely overcame you both. Desperately, you both clawed at each other, as if you couldn’t get close enough to him, and Javi gently guided you over to his bed.

“You are exquisite, mi estrella,” Javi murmured in between kisses as he tugged at your clothes. But something suddenly snapped in him, as if he regained control of his brain once more and he paused, “Are you sure this is what you want? If I am going too far just tell me and I’ll st…”

“Don’t you dare stop, Javi,” you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him in for another heated kiss, “I’ve wanted you for so long,” you whispered as your hands worked on the buttons of his shirt.

Javi couldn’t help the smile as he exhaled heavily with relief and sighed your name, “I have longed for you since the moment we met.”

“Well, now you have me, Javi,” you breathed as you felt him carefully strip you of your clothes while you did the same to him, “Now what are you going to do with me?” you added with a coy smirk.

He didn’t answer you with his words, only with another kiss as he pulled the last piece of your outfit off and spun you around. He launched both of your bodies onto his bed, and both of you grunted as you landed on your back on the soft mattress with Javi’s full weight on top of you. He had barely touched you, and yet just having Javi on top of you already felt like a perfect dream come true.

Javi’s thoughts must have mirrored yours as his eyes wanted across your now fully naked body. His mouth dropped open in awe as he memorized every inch of your figure in the moonlight, “You are… So perfect,” his breath was heavy and ragged as his skin felt warmer and warmer by the second.

“So are you, Javi,” you reached up and cupped his face as you traced your thumb across his cheek. In the moonlight, the shadows danced across his face and his eyes sparkled. The soft shine from the curls that france his face highlighted him perfectly, and the look of pure admiration on his face was something you knew you would never forget. Javi Gutierrez was truly the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life, and now it was a fantasy come true for you to finally be with him.

“Now kiss me again,” you used the leverage of your face on his head to pull him flush against you.

Javi didn’t need to be told twice, and he surrendered to your touch as you crashed your lips together. He moaned into you as his hands wandered down to your breasts and gave them a soft squeeze. When you let out a gasp, Javi broke away to watch your expression as he kneaded your breasts and ran his fingers across your nipples. He felt himself harden with every moan and gasp you let out, and when he pinched your nipples a little bit harder and you threw your head back, he thought he might just cum then and there.

But Javi kept his composure as best he could, and he rocked his hardening length against your fold as he continued to play with your breasts. He positioned himself so that he hovered over you, and as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure of his touch, he couldn’t help but attach his lips to your neck and suck hard at the sensitive skin there.

“Javi…” you moaned his name as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and rocked your hips against his.

“Mi estrella,” he groaned your name after his new nickname for you.

“Call me that again,” your voice wasn’t commanding, yet Javi felt the immediate need to obey your request.

“Mi estrella,” he repeated with a smile, and it warmed his heart to know you approved of the nickname he chose for you. You were always a shining star in the darkness that was his world, and the way you lit up in the night sky in this moment compared to nothing else. For so long, Javi thought you were out of reach, but to have you now was better than anything he ever could have imagined.

And Javi was sure he never wanted to let you go now.

Javi kissed his way down your body until he reached your breasts. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples as he cupped your other breast. You let out a wanton moan as you dug your nails into his shoulders while he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You bucked your hips against his chest and Javi groaned into your skin when he felt the wetness from between your legs.

For such a solemn evening, the night became so perfect with you underneath him like this, but Javi still wanted more. He needed more. He needed you. So he continued to kiss his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva and affection along the way. But when he finally reached your pussy, he paused.

“Can I taste you, mi estrella?” Javi’s voice was low and heavy and his curls fell into his face as his chest heaved. He looked as if he would suffocate if he didn’t lick your pussy, but he still held back and waited for your permission.

“Please,” you breathed as you cupped his face.

Wasting no time, Javi suddenly dove in between your legs and gripped your thighs tightly as he covered your cunt with his mouth. The scream you let out when you felt his tongue on your clit went right to his cock, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.

You tasted so good, and the more Javi ran his tongue up and down your folds the more he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to how things were. He could spend every night, every morning, whenever you wanted buried between your legs.

“Oh shit… Javi… Jav…”

As Javi flicked his tongue on your clit while he kneaded your thighs, you felt completely lost in the bliss. You felt like you floated on the Mediterranean Sea outside instead of his bed. And Javi seemed to know exactly what spots drive you crazy as you felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm before you knew it.

“Javi I’m…” 

He groaned into you as he picked up his pace, desperate for you to cum against him. And it only took a few more licks of his tongue for him to get what he wanted. With a low moan and your hands tightly buried in Javi’s hair, you came hard. Your legs trembled in his grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You yanked Javi off of you, and the two of you panted in silence for several long moments. Javi had a glazed over expression on his face as his chin glistened from the evidence of your climax. But even as his cock throbbed with need, all Javi could think of was you. How beautiful you looked lost in your bliss like that, how much he wanted to please you, take care of you, grow old with you…

But, Javi was knocked out of his thoughts when you bucked your hips against his and let out a low whimper, “Javi… Please… Fuck me… I need you inside me.”

His cock twitched and Javi froze his movements. He took just a moment to admire you underneath him before he spoke, “I am not going to fuck you, mi estrella,” his voice was low with need as he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed just the tip in. Both of you gasped but he held himself back to finish his thought, “I am going to make love to you.”

Before you could retort with something smart, Javi pushed himself into you more, and every thought you had was instantly gone. All the thoughts in your head were only of him, and how good his cock felt as he slowly pushed himself inside you inch by inch. 

“Fuck… Javi…”

He groaned through gritted teeth as he murmured your name, “Fuck you feel so good… Ahhh.”

“Shit, Javi,” you clung to him as if your life depended on it, “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop.”

Javi wasted no time and slowly thrust himself in and out of you at a steady pace. Moans and groans from both of you filled the room as Javi filled you over and over again. Mumbled curses in between the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy completed the chorus of your lovemaking.

“Mi estrella,” Javi groaned, “I am not going to last much longer… You feel… Ahh, you’re incredible… You’re…”

“Javi,” you cut him off as you bucked your hips against his and clenched your inner muscles around his cock, “You’re incredible… You’re amazing… You’re… Fuck!”

Javi snaked his hand in between your bodies and rubbed at your clit, and he savored the scream you let out as he interrupted your thoughts. Your cries only got louder and louder the more he fiddled with your clit, and from the way he felt you tightened around him, Javi knew you were close.

“Come on, mi estrella,” Javi cooed, “Cum for me again. Let me see you… Let me feel you…”

Your eyes fluttered open as you gaze into his eyes and for a moment you lost yourself completely. Your entire world became only Javi and his touch; everything else melted away. But, your sudden climax brought you back to Earth and you came hard with a loud scream. As Javi pounded into you and rubbed at your clit, your entire body trembled around him as you clung to him. Between how good he felt fucking you and the emotions of finally being with him, it was almost too much and tears filled your eyes as you rode out your second orgasm of the night.

With a moan of your name, Javi came right after you. The spectacular show you put on for him went straight to his cock, and his heart. You were everything he dreamed of and so much more, and to give you such pleasure was everything to Javi. And the way you felt so warm and tight around his cock only made his feelings for you grow until he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled himself deep inside you.

Once he had no more to give, Javi collapsed on top of you and both of you grunted from the sudden movement. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you had the energy to move. You felt Javi’s cock twitch inside you and it made you whine softly.

“Shit, are you ok?” Javi said your name as he pushed himself onto his elbows with a lot of effort and slowly slid out of you.

You let out another whimper as you suddenly felt so empty without Javi inside you, but he was at your side in an instant. His concerned eyes looked into your soul and it took you a moment to find your voice, “Perfect,” you finally replied before you pulled him in for another kiss.

This kiss was softer and slower, but still full of emotions. As Javi moaned into your mouth and allowed you to take his tongue with yours once again, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close to you. When you both needed to break away for air, you guided Javi to rest on your chest. Neither of you spoke, but perhaps no words were needed as you rested together on Javi’s bed, tangled up in each other. 

Perhaps because he was exhausted emotionally as well as physically, but it took Javi no time to fall asleep in your arms. His head rested on your chest as the sound of your heartbeat quickly lulled him off to sleep. You, however, stayed awake for some time and just listened to the sounds of his soft snores. You ran your hands through his hair as you cradled his naked body against yours. And in that moment, everything was perfect. 

*

The sun had barely bagan to touch Javi’s skin when the sound of his phone woke him from a peaceful slumber. It had been so long since he had slept that well that Javi felt disoriented for a moment. The melody of his ringtone continued to play as he groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open. He tried to turn over, but a weight held him in place, and suddenly a rush of emotions jolted Javi fully awake.

You were still sound asleep in his bed, your warmth against his body a welcome comfort in the turmoil that was his life lately. Javi let out a deep sigh as he thought back to the night before and how beautiful you looked while lost in your passions. Even now, sound asleep, you looked like an angel from the stars. As he reached out and gently brushed his fingertips along your face, his phone started to ring again.

“Ay si, si I’m coming, I’m coming,” Javi mumbled a string of curses in Spanish as he carefully rolled over as to not wake you, “Si?” he answered his phone and pushed himself to the edge of the bed with his back to you.

“Ay primo there you are!” Lucas said from the other end of the line, “I’m downstairs, we need to talk. Get down here right away.”

Javi sighed as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair, “Lucas, this isn’t a good time. I…”

“Yes yes, I know you had company last night,” he interrupted, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Alight. I’ll be right down,” Javi sounded defeated as he hung up the phone and stood up. He stretched before he walked over to his closest, grabbed the first thing he saw and quickly dressed. He ran his hands through his messy curls to tame them, not fully caring about making himself fully presentable.

But, Javi let out a surprised yelp when he turned around and saw you were sitting up with the blankets pulled up to your chest.

“Ay, estrella,” he clutched his chest as he tried to calm his pounding heart, “You scared me. I didn’t hear you wake up.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his exaggerated reaction, “Sorry Javi,” you covered your mouth and tried to hide your grin, “You seemed deep in thought, I didn’t want to make you lose concentration.”

Javi let out a deep breath as the corners of his lips turned up into a faint smile. Even with the new burdens he now felt after his father’s passing, you still managed to make your way into his heart and give him a moment of brightness in this dark time. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed and cupped your face with his hand, “Mi estrella, you always make me lose concentration,” he murmured, “But you are a more than welcome distraction.”

“I hope I’m more than just a distraction,” you whispered in a nervous tone. 

You had always had feelings for Javi, but you kept them buried deep down, that was until last night happened. And now that the dam broke, you weren’t sure what would happen next. From the way he held you and thrust into you last night, you were sure he felt the same way about you, but you also knew that it was dangerous to let your guard down, even around him. Yet, something about Javi made you want to take that risk.

Javi brushed his thumb across your skin and looked at you with the kindest, most warm expression you had ever seen, “Of course you are,” he said your name in a hushed tone that still held all his emotions, “It’s just…”

A knock at Javi’s door interrupted, “Sir?” a guard in front of the other side of the door called, “Your cousin is waiting for you.”

Both you and Javi dropped your gazes down and noticed that while you were talking, you slid your hand into his. Matching sighs escaped both your lips and you trailed your eyes back up Javi’s arm only to find that he was already looking right at you.

“I won’t be long, estrella,” he said, “We can continue this when I get back?”

You only nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

“Good,” Javi gave you a smile, “Wait here, I shouldn’t be long.” He leaned forward, as if he wanted to kiss you goodbye, but he decided against it. Instead, Javi gave your hand a squeeze before he let go and left you alone in his room: something he wished he didn’t have to do.

*

“Hey, cousin!” Lucas extended his arms out as Javi walked through the door, “I take it you had a good night?”

“It was fine,” Javi said shyly as he sat down at the table across from his cousin, “What was it that you needed to discuss that couldn’t wait?”

“Right to the point today, I see,” Lucas remarked with a grin. After a moment of silence, he continued, “Alright, I’ll get to it then,” he took a sip of coffee and cleared his throat, “Now, your father appointed us both leaders of his cartel before he passed. And business is booming, so we don’t have any time to lose.”

Javi nodded and closed his eyes; he already knew he wasn’t going to like what his cousin had to say.

“You and I both know that between the two of us, I am better suited to actually handle the business. I spent the most time with your father learning everything there is to know…”

“So, you want to take the business yourself?” Javi guessed.

“In a way,” Lucas smirked as he leaned forward, “I am going to run everything from the shadows, and you are going to be the figurehead. It’s a classic misdirection! The world will think it’s you but in fact all the deals will be safe with me. That way the business stays safely handled and no one will ever tear us down. We’ll be unstoppable!”

Javi felt a pit in his stomach. He had hoped that with his father’s death, he could just pass the cartel off to Lucas or another trusted family member and he could leave the business for good. Maybe then he could finally take you out on a proper date with the fear of getting you hurt. He could live the life he wanted to live, with you. 

However, that didn’t seem to be in the cards for him.

“But Lucas, I…”

“No, I know what you're going to say,” he interrupted, “If this is about the doctor’s daughter…”

“You leave her out of this,” Javi swiftly stood up as he raised his voice more than he meant to.

Lucas, however, was only amused at the outburst, “You want to protect her, right? Well, this is how you can. I give you my word, we will keep her safe, but only if you do what I say.”

Javi balled his hands into fists as he mulled it over. Deep down, he knew that once his cousin wanted something, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Javi also knew that having you as leverage was dangerous, but he would do anything to protect you. With a defeated sigh, Javi nodded, “Ok.”

Lucas stood and patted him on the shoulder, “Alright! Now we’re in business.”

*

Javi hung his head low as he walked through the compound back to his room. Just as he thought his life might change, circumstances got in the way. They always did somehow. Now, he was faced with how to handle things moving forward, and what was the best to keep you safe. He couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you because of him, even though he knew you were a strong person.

“Javi!” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as he entered his room. His eyes landed on your figure, dressed in your clothes from last night and seated at the window with a book from his bookshelf in your hands, “I was starting to worry, you took so long,” you stood and moved over to him, but your demeanor changed when you saw the solemn look in his face, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

This was harder than he thought, and all Javi wanted to do was pull you in his arms and tell you the truth after he saw the look of concern on your face. But, he had to remain strong, for your sake. 

“I…” he cleared his throat, “I have business to attend to,” he lied, “Someone will get your car for you.”

“Ok…” you weren’t sure what to make of his sudden cold attitude, “Is everything ok? Is there something I can do?” You were worried; this wasn’t like him at all.

“No,” he replied back a little too quickly and too forcefully, “No,” he repeated in a softer tone, “I umm, I don’t think we should see each other for a while.”

“Oh…” 

In just one word, Javi heard the heartbreak in your voice, and it took everything in him not to reach out and comfort you. But, he stayed stoic as he turned away from you.

“I see,” you dropped your gaze down to the floor as you gathered your things, “I guess that answers my question from earlier. I’ll just leave then.” When you reached the doorway and stood next to Javi, you whispered, “Sorry for your loss, Javi.”

The sound of your voice broke Javi’s heart more than you knew, but he had to remind himself he was doing this for you as he heard you walk out the door. He stood in silence for several long minutes as he imagined you getting into your car and driving away, unknowingly taking his heart with you. It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure that he was truly alone that Javi collapsed down to the floor with his head in his hands. 

It would be years until the two of you saw each other again.

#Javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x y/n #javi gutierrez imagine #javi gutierrez fic #javi gutierrez fanfiction #javi gutierrez fanfic #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #tuwomt fic #tuwomt fanfic #fic: la estrella de mi vida

[losjavis]

capturas de la sesión de fotogramas👨‍❤️‍👨

#ooooof #mis favoritas: las de javi a con la camiseta roja mirando embobado a su marido #de esas también la que se miran los dos y la que le da un beso #luego evidentemente la que he puesto en grande🥵 #porque habían cámaras que sino😮‍💨 #y la 3-4 empezando por el final también me flipan #el outfit denim mi favorito #que hagan sesión mensual con esta gente por dios #javier calvo #javier ambrossi #photoshoot #gay #couple #fotogramas #la mesias #movistar #lgbtq+ #mlm #cute

[en-medio-del-apocalipsis]

Demasiado tarde.

Kyas☁️

#kyas #amor #escritos #textos #pensamientos #frases #en medio del apocalipsis #tumblr #notas #text post #notas en español #notas de amor #notas tristes #citas de escritores #mis citas #citas en tumblr #citas de amor #citas #Javi #kate #desencadenar el apocalipsis #apocaliptica #apocalipsis #apocalyptica #versos #frase en español #frases en español #fragmentos #textos en español #español

[neptunianashes]

Alberdi que estás en los cielos.. 🙏

#la foto de Javi rezándole a Alberdi va a ser siempre mi favorita

[boingdeguayava]

AL FIN PUDE CORTAR POSTS !!!!!

#quiero agradecer a javi ( afftcrglow ) por su ayuda :') #siii #mis posts ya no se verán feosssss #— ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐄 : you are the moon.

[magicxsh0p]

❝... Mi vida se está yendo a la mierda.❞ — aquí él, filosofando a las tres de las mañana: hora diablo.

#casi que no puedo entrar #porque tumblr no me dejaba #poner mi correo : )))) #en fin #LA RESPUESTA DE JAVI WTF #「 ★ 」 ｃｒｉｍｉｎａｌ ━ minjae.

[wachi-delectrico]

Desayunando de la cena de anoche porque no hay na más para comer

#Al marido de mi javie todavía no le pagan un laburo que hizo así que estamos muertos de hambre en el interim #rambling #Español

[symptom3000]

Garbage "Cities in Dust" (2023)

director: Javi Mi Amor

(covered: Siouxsie And The Banshees "Cities In Dust" (1985))

#MV #MV2023 #MV2020s #Garbage #Javi Mi Amor #Siouxsie And The Banshees

[endlessthxxghts]

Bend Over

Javier Peña x afab!reader || W/C: 4.8k

Summary: Your dresser craps out on you. Your boyfriend, Javier, comes with you to IKEA to buy a new one. Then, he fucks you on it.

Content/Warnings: I think you know what you guys are getting into based on the summary😗. Reader is able-bodied. Slight implied physical descriptors Javi is taller than reader, and the IKEA dresser is slightly bigger/taller than you (everything else is neutral - no size descriptions - ex. "your form", etc.). Pet names (good girl, querida, cariño, baby, baby girl, mama, mi amor). Implied that reader knows Spanish. A little allusion to our favorite contractor, Joel Miller (blink and you’ll miss it). SMUT 18+ MDNI. Public sexual activity (exhibitionism). Finger fucking. Edging. Slight undertones of BDSM dynamics. Javi’s filthy mouth. Thigh riding. Hickey/marking. P in V unprotected sex. Choking. Breeding kink (I’m not sorry). Cum play. Anal play. Brief pussy licking + rimming. Allusion to further sexual activity. I thiiiink that’s it… let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: HIII I’M BACK! I went to ikea to buy a new dresser. And the thots between @javierpena-inatacvest and I ran wild. So, this was born.👹 Also, I no longer have a tag list, but I teased this story TWICE in some WIP tag games, and a few of you were giving me so much love and wanting me to let you know when this story was posted, so I’m adopting the tag list (at da bottom) one last time to say how much I love you all. 🥹 I’m sorry this took me so long. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!!

MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG

It was supposed to be just a trip to IKEA. It was supposed to be a productive day of building your dresser and rearranging your room. That is what it was supposed to be. 

How it ended up with you getting your guts rearranged on top of said dresser—you’re not so sure. But, considering this is Javier Peña you’re talking about, maybe you have a slight indication of why your day ended up the way it did. 

It was early this morning when your dresser decided to shit on you; all you did was slide the door open, and it completely pulled off of its hinge. Now, you don’t mind a doorless dresser, it’s modern, you tried to convince yourself, but when you pulled out the second drawer and the wood snapped in half, scattering your panties all over the ground—yeah, okay, it was definitely time for a new one. 

You called your boyfriend after you cleaned up your clothes, and asked if he wanted to come with you on your hunt for the new piece of furniture. Why are you even asking? he scolded as he saddled up into his Jeep and made his way to your place. 

He stepped out of his seat in the driver side, rounding the hood to pull you in for a lengthy kiss as he pulled the passenger side door open for you. “Well, hello to you, too, baby,” you giggle as you break the kiss for a breath of air. He leaves a slap to your ass as he guides you by your hips into the passenger seat. He even buckles you in, stealing one more kiss before you two head off. 

You thought shopping for a new dresser would be simple: get in, choose a sizable one that could fit everything your previous dresser could, and also make sure it matches the rest of your room’s theme. Simple, right? Wrong. As long as Javier was involved, he took his sweet time really studying each option you were pointing out—analyzing it to ensure it wouldn’t crap out on you like your original one did. 

“How long did you have this dresser?” He asked as he was pulling into the IKEA parking lot. 

“Mmm, I don’t know,” you thought, “maybe a few years?”

“A few years?!” Javier asked, exasperated. “Where the hell did you find that fucking thing?”

You let a beat of silence pass before you answered. “...I thrifted it,” you admit weakly. 

Javier puts the car in park, his face in utter shock at what just came out of your mouth. “Querida, what-” he starts. 

You pull him in immediately, shutting him up with your lips against his. It works, of course. “Let’s go?” you ask. 

“Y-yeah, vamos (let’s go),” he says, flustered. 

“Javi, c’mon,” you whine, feeling exhausted after his analysis on your third option since the first two didn’t pass the Peña inspection. “Since when were you a contractor? The first two were perfectly fine, baby, it’s IKEA for crying out loud.”

He scoffs. “Living on the ranch with Pop,” he replies to your sarcastic remark. “You and I are both aware I know my way around some handiwork,” he adds as he looks back to you, a shit-eating grin creeping on his face. 

You want to roll your eyes, but you can’t help the way your body ignites to the suggestion laced in his words. “Pendejo,” you mutter to yourself, fighting the heat from making it to your face. 

You walk around some more while your boyfriend opens every nook and cranny of the wooden frame, but then right as you turn your body, you find it. The dresser. HEMNES. You quickly make your way to it, running your hands along the dark brown surface, crouching down to open up and see how much space is in the drawers—which, it’s very spacious. The drawer itself is taller than your waistline, probably reaching just at your belly button. It’s perfect. “Baby, wait, come here! I think I found one!” You call out. 

Javier follows your voice, intrigued by your excitement—you didn’t show this much enthusiasm with the other ones he was looking at. He rounds the corner and is met with quite a view. You are bending over the top of the dresser, on your tippy toes, trying to feel for the depth of the dresser. He sees you settle your hands at the edges of the top and shake it a little, testing out its durability while also unknowingly wiggling your ass. Fuck me, he thinks. Quickly adjusting his pants, he makes his way to you, situating his body directly against yours as he cages you in. 

“Jav-” you softly gasp, not expecting to feel him. Immediately you’re pulling yourself up, still on your tippy toes, but your back is now flush against his chest. 

“Ay, Dios mío,” he grunts as he whispers in your ear, “Querida, please get up.” His hands are on your hips, pulling you away from the dresser. You turn in his hold, a giggle leaving your throat as you look at his stressed out expression, realizing why his reaction was so pained. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask him quietly. “Saw something you like, huh?” You pull him in by his neck, kissing the side of his mouth before you pull away from him completely. Gesturing to the dresser, you ask, “Does this one pass the inspection, sir?” 

He glares at you before he replies. “Yeah, let’s get this one.”

Your eyebrow quirks up. “You didn’t even look at it.” 

“I saw enough, cariño,” he says gruff, looking at the tag on the display and taking note of which aisle the box will be at. 

You know your man well enough to know when he’s turned on, and that little unintentional stunt you pulled when making sure HEMNES was the right dresser for you—oh, it absolutely sent him over the edge. You decided to let him brew in his own arousal until you checked out your purchase, but the moment you set foot in his car again, you were set on starting something you wanted him to finish. 

“Thank you again for coming with me, baby,” you say as he settles back into the driver seat, your hand taking its seat on his upper thigh. 

The muscle twitches underneath your palm. “Mhm,” he mutters, voice wavering at your contact. Just as Javier puts the car in drive, he’s immediately pushing it back to park because your hand slides higher, closer, to the hardening bulge between his legs. His hips softly buck into your grasp; you take one look at him, and you can see the veins in his neck popping. A victory smile graces your face as his turns into a scowl. “What are you doing?”

You feign as much innocence as possible. “What am I doing? I’m just saying thank you, baby, I can’t tell you thank you?” 

“Right,” he says unconvinced. Your fingers continue to draw little shapes across the strained material of his pants. You go to cup him entirely, but the strength of his hand stops you. 

He releases your hand and gets out of the car, the car still running. He is at your side faster than you can take your own seatbelt off. He’s pulling your door open and giving you no chance for debate, his hand wraps around your jaw and pulls you into a bruising kiss—a messy yet calculated dance of teeth and tongue, and in pulling away he’s biting your bottom lip, pulling the sweetest little desperate whimper from your throat. He clocks the way your hips softly grind into his seat. 

“J-jav,” your voice shakes, “w-what are you doing-”

His grip on your jaw tightens, giving you a little shake as he speaks. “You had your fun, cariño,” he breathes. “My turn now.” 

His hand leaves your face and snakes down the front of your body, unzipping your jeans as you just stare wildly at the sight below you, your breathing erratic as your body anticipates his next move. 

“We- we’re in the fucking parking lot still, Javi!” You whisper yell at him, pissed, even though your body is doing absolutely nothing to stop him. He smirks at that fact. You want this. 

“Guess you’ll just have to keep quiet for me, yeah?” His fingers slip past your jeans, past your underwear, and you’re fucking soaked. His middle and ring finger bypass your clit, circling your entrance to gather the wetness accumulating before he comes back up to circle your throbbing bud. 

“Oh, fuck,” you yelp out, your eyes rolling back and your hips pushing into his hand as you hiss out in the pleasure. At your volume, Javi’s quick to stop his ministrations, cupping your mound and squeezing you as a warning. If the space allowed, you know he would’ve slapped your cunt. This alternative is equally as dizzying. 

“Open your eyes, baby,” he rasps. Your eyes flutter open. “You see all these people, huh? You want them to see you? See my good girl getting finger fucked in broad fucking daylight?”

“F-fuck, Jav” you whimper, much quieter this time, as your eyes land back on your man’s as you try and grind yourself on him. Javi’s fingers find your entrance then, sliding in with ease as a new wave of arousal pours out of you. 

“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?” His fingers speed up their momentum as he adds his thumb into the mix, hurtling you much closer to your finish line than you anticipated. 

“Baby, I’m c-close, I’m- fuck- I’m gonna cum, Javi, I-” you bring your hand up over your mouth to stifle the sobs that are about to leave your mouth.

“Yeah, baby? Gonna give us a show?” He asks, his breathing just as erratic as yours. All you need is one more little push from his thumb on your clit, and then-

“No!” you cry.

Right as you were about to fall over the edge, Javier completely pulls his fingers out of you, standing up straight as he licks his fingers off. Your hips don’t realize he left you as they buck a few more times, chasing the feeling of what could have been. 

“Baby, please, I was so close,” you heave, your heart rate equivalent to that of a hummingbird. 

Javier leans down into the car, slotting his lips against yours terribly slow; your taste lingers on his tongue. He pulls away. “Sorry, mama,” he whispers. “Only I get to see you fall apart like that.” 

He zips and buttons your pants up, leaving you a stunned, aroused, wet mess as he makes his way back to the driver seat and pulls out of the parking spot, driving back to your place as if nothing even happened. 

The drive home is short, but it feels like the longest drive you’ve ever had to endure. He rests his hand on your thigh the entire time, squeezing you every now and then as his pinky leaves featherlight touches where you need him most. He talks to you during the drive—about what, you honestly have no clue, but it seemed the conversation was enough for him to sustain alone. 

You’re brought out of your daze when his hand grabs your jaw, turning you to look at him. “You okay, baby?” He asks, knowing damn well what’s got your head in the clouds. 

The throbbing between your legs remained consistent—worse, even—on the drive home, so no you’re not fucking okay. You don’t tell him that, though. “Mhm,” you hum, not trusting your vocal cords to string together something coherent. 

He pulls your lips to his—a lingering one, one that has your mind slipping further. Breaking the embrace, he says softly, “Go unlock the door, amor, while I carry the box in, yeah?” 

On wobbly legs, you make your way to your door, missing the hole a few times but eventually the key slides in with ease. You toss them into the bowl on the entryway table, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water to contain yourself until Javier comes inside. 

Apparently, you’re way more distracted than you thought, because one gulp down and he’s behind you—hands on your waist, mouth on your neck. You set the glass down a little harshly, its weight suddenly increasing tenfold with the way he’s on you. 

“Baby,” you whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Please.”

Your boyfriend is turning you around then, turning you to face him, and his mouth is on yours, licking and sucking as his body pushes you up against the fridge, your head landing with a soft thud as his mouth starts to descend down your neck while his fingers work your buttons and zipper for the second time today. 

He’s pulling your bottoms down to your ankles—they’re loose on your form, so they don’t restrict you too much from opening your legs when he slots his thigh in between you, hitting right against your core. 

His lips never leave you, biting and kissing every inch he can reach while his hands find their home at the globe of your asscheeks, securing his grip as he begins a steady pace of your crying pussy back and forth on his clothed thigh. 

“Just like that, cariño, I can feel you fluttering on me already, holy fuck,” he groans as he continues his assault on your chest, leaving pretty bruises all over the valley of your breasts. “Making such a mess, pretty girl,” he mutters into your skin. 

Your hands snake to the curls at the back of his head, yanking them as he brings you back closer and closer to the finish line. He brings his lips back to yours sloppily, one hand leaving your ass to paw at your chest, his fingers rubbing and twisting at your nipples; they harden in his touch.

Your eyes struggle to stay open, his tight jeans providing the yummiest friction against your clit. “I- I’m gonna- please, Jav, I- I need to cum,” you sob. 

His hand at your chest snakes down your body, following the path to your sex. Just as you think he’s about to slip his hands between your legs, his hand changes direction, both hands going up to grip your waist to stop you from moving. His thigh leaves your core, and you’re fighting—your hips chase his muscle, your fingers scrambling to pull him flush against you, but he doesn’t budge. It’s no use. Your high is gone again, painfully forced back to the start line as Javier bends down to grab your panties and work their way back up your legs. 

You’re a heaving mess, tears falling from your eyes as pathetic little protests fall from your lips. 

Exhausted, you sigh and finally blurt out, “Javier Peña, what the fuck are you doing?” 

You can see the faintest shit-eating smirk fall on his face before he mirrors what you did earlier: feign innocence. “Gotta go build your dresser, mi amor.” 

“I can fucking build it later.” 

“But I’m already here. I’ll do it.” 

“Yeah, but your presence is needed elsewhere,” you say, annoyed. You faintly gesture to your sobbing cunt, silenced by your soaked underwear. 

“But if I’m here, I’ll do it, so you don’t have to,” he says, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth. 

“Javi,” you whine, hoping a thousand different ways of are you fucking serious right now translates to him in the tone of your sexual frustration. 

“Just sit pretty for me while I go do it real quick, okay, cariño?” 

Not giving you the chance to respond, he drags you by the wrist to your bedroom, forcing you to get settled in the reading chair you have in there—a prime spot to watch him get all sweaty as he works. Great. 

You wouldn’t have riled him up if you had known this was the kind of torturous game he had in mind. 

Twenty minutes in, and Javier is sweating alright, but it’s not for the reasons you’re thinking. Yeah, it’s a physical strain building this dresser, but this is fucking light work for him. 

No, he’s sweaty, sticky, and disgustingly hot because his dick is at his full potential, throbbing and leaking at everything you put him through—and everything he put himself through, pulling you to the brink of orgasm twice without letting you fully submit to it. He damn near always gets off when you do, and teasing you like this teases him just as much, if not more. 

He’s almost done, he just has one more drawer to put together and slide into place, but he takes a step back and uses his arm to wipe the sweat across his forehead, his breathing heavy during the action. It takes everything in you not to completely melt at what he’s forcing you to witness, a faint whimper escaping you at the sight of him. 

It takes him barely a minute to get the last drawer assembled before he attempts sliding it into place. It goes in with ease at first, but before it can fully shut, the drawer gets stuck, unable to close by an inch. What the fuck, he mutters under his breath, lifting it up and wiggling to see if it’s just a kink inside the railing. Your jaw falls a little open at the vulgarity of his mouth; you are way too wound up and everything he’s doing right now has your pussy doing backflips, somersaults, cartwheels—you name it. She’s very eager. 

Fed up with the drawer, Javier completely opens the drawer and then slams it shut, using his hips to give the drawer a full-force push. The slam of the wood is deafening, but it does nothing to hide the sweet little gasp that comes out of you, his cock twitching at the sound. 

A high-pitched, breathy squeak of an oh fuck leaves your mouth, and Javier turns to check on you. He sees your fingers skating down your front, running your middle and ring finger over your soaked center, your clit’s fire immediately reigniting at the contact. 

“¿Cariño?” He calls, a sternness evident in his tone. You know not to test that tone. Your fingers’ movements pause, your eyes meet his and they’re dark. “What do you think you’re doing?” Jesus fuck, he doesn’t even know if he has the strength to fuck you like he was planning on, the sight of you touching yourself has a fire igniting through every vein in his body. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed, nervousness written all over your face. “I…um, I-” you start. 

“Get up,” he cuts you off. 

“What?” You say softly, your brain already scrambled eggs and unable to register what he just asked of you. 

His singular eyebrow raises as he stalks closer to you, his hard gaze looking down at you as your pussy cries even more at the attention. Now his command registers, and you’ll be damned if you have to make him repeat himself. 

You remove your hand from your center, lifting yourself off your chair. He snags you by your waist, pulling your body flush against his front as he steals the breath from your lungs, your tongues meeting hungrily. You moan into his mouth, your hands slowly wrapping around his neck, but before you can grip his sweet curls, he’s pulling away from you, your surprised gasps blessing his ears as he flips you roughly but with ease towards the direction of your new dresser, already in its place secured against the wall. 

“Javi,” you whimper again for what feels like the millionth time already. 

“Dime qué quieres, cariño,” (tell me what you want) he rasps in your ear, his hands skating down your front and resuming what you so desperately started.

“F-fuck-” you start, “fuck me, Javi, please, please fuck me,” you beg, your heart stuttering as he dips his middle finger into your entrance.

He kisses your temple as your eyes fall shut, a contrastingly sweet gesture for the way he’s about to ruin you right now. 

“Then bend over.” 

Now that sobers you up a little. You start to crane your neck in his direction. “W-what?” But he’s quick to grab your jaw, bringing your eyes back to your dresser. “Go do what you were doing earlier, baby. Bend over that dresser for me,” he says, soft but stern, then he’s taking a step back, letting you get there on your own. 

So hooked on his body heat, you can’t help the shudder that leaves you, but ultimately you’re making your way to your new dresser—picking yourself up on your tippy toes to lean over the top, just like you were doing with the store’s floor model. “L-like this?” You ask, voice trembling in anticipation. You stick your ass out a little extra for good measure. 

You hear his belt buckle before you register his deep grumble. “Yeah, baby,” he tells you, slowly making his way to your backside. “So good for me,” he breathes, his fingers hooking into the hem of your underwear and letting them fall to the ground. You step out of them, knowing his next step is gonna be to nudge your legs further open—and he does, using his foot to nudge both of yours outwards. 

He runs his middle finger through your slick as he lets his jeans fall, your hips push further into his touch, chasing the pleasure you’ve been buzzing for all morning. 

“Baby, please,” he hears escaping your mouth. 

“Nuh uh, baby,” he tuts, “I told you. You had your fun already, it’s my turn.” 

He runs his fingers through your wet seam, properly soaking his digits before he brings his hand to his own arousal, covering himself in your slick. He groans at the feeling. Javier crowds himself behind you, his tip immediately mirroring the path of his fingers. He catches himself against your clit, and he smirks at the wrecked sounds of your heavy breathing. 

He pushes himself into you, slow and steady, getting you comfortable in his size. His fingertips are digging little bruises into your hips—his way of grounding himself from absolutely pummeling into you from the get go. 

You two have been together for quite some while, but Javi knows he’s big. It’s evident in the way you mewl and convulse every time he’s inside of you. Too big to get used to, yet perfect for the slight tinge of pain he knows you love. 

“Baby, please move,” you pant. 

“You sure, cariño?” He says softly, his dominant demeanor fading to make sure you’re alright. 

You reach back to grab onto his hand and drag it up your own body, settling his long digits around the base of your neck. With a squeeze of your hand over his: “Fuck me, Jav, please.” 

At your queue, he’s pushing himself into you entirely. “Yeah, baby?” He snarls. “Want me to fuck you like this?” His hips form a hard pace, your hips digging into the ledge of the dresser. “This what your pretty little pussy wants, huh? What she’s been fucking crying for, baby?”

“Fuck-” you gasp. “Fuck, yes- Javi, yesyesyes! Amor, please,” you wail, your eyes rolling back as the pressure of his fingers on your neck restrict your blood flow, filling your body with a euphoria only he can give you. 

His eyes scan down your body, taking in every inch of you with nothing but pure adoration. The sweetness fades when his eyes zone in on where your two centers meet. He lets out an audible moan at the sight, sending your pussy fluttering at the sound. “Look at you, bebita, fucking creaming on me, holy fuck,” he groans, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.

“I- I’m close, baby, fuck-” your breath stutters. “Touch me, Jav, I- I need you,” you moan. 

“Shh, I’ve got you, mi amor.” Javi’s hand on your throat leaves you and coasts down your spine, his grip fixing itself on the globe of your ass. 

He reaches down with his thumb to gather some of your slick, dragging it up to your tight, more inexperienced hole. You gasp when you feel it, your ass bucking further into his touch. “Oh, my baby girl likes that? You like your ass being played with, cariño?” He taunts, hooking his thumb inside. “Want to me to fuck you there next time?”

“Fuck- yes- please,” you whimper, your pussy fluttering around him at his words. His other hand snakes to your front and reaches for your clit, drawing tight, calculated circles on you. “Oh, fuck-!” you yell out.

“That’s it, baby, fucking- dámelo, fucking soak me, querida” he forces out between his teeth. Your body twitches in his grasp, knuckles stark white against your dresser, eyes clamped shut as you cry out in the overwhelming pleasure consuming every inch of your body. “Fuck,” he groans, your sounds forcing his balls to pull taut. Javi’s fingers speed up along with his thrusts, hurtling you towards your long-awaited climax. 

It’s overstimulating, him fucking into you so harshly as every nerve ending in your body pops off like fireworks. Yet, you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, the way his pace stutters for barely a second, and you know he’s close. It’s overstimulating, yes, but you want, no, need him to continue, you need him to chase his own finish line—you need him to root himself so deep inside you, you’ll feel traces of him for months on end. 

“You’re close, I can feel it,” you gasp, building your own rhythm of your hips to help him along. “Need it, baby, need you inside of me,” you pant, your voice desperate. You pull yourself off the dresser and push your back into his chest, both his hands leaving your body to grip onto the darkwood, caging you in. 

“Yeah?” you feel his heavy breath fan across your cheek. “Tell me how fuckig’ bad, querida, wanna hear it,” he says, voice strained.

You look back at him as best you can in this angle, your lips ghosting his jaw as the slick sounds of you grow louder. “Need you so bad even plan B can’t help us- God- please cum inside of me, Javier Peña, fucking give it to me,” you beg, your moans echoing the walls and rattling every fibre of his being, pushing his body into a state of pure ecstasy as he begins to empty himself into you. 

“Oh…fuck,” he grunts, his hips coming to a halt as he nearly wheezes through his orgasm. Once the sensitivity calms down, Javi pumps himself in and out of you a few more times for good measure, pushing his load deep inside of you. You can feel the way he slides in with a wet ease, and it makes butterflies in your belly erupt, a small gasp of a giggle, knowing that the soaked sensation isn’t because of solely your own product. 

“Fucking perfect,” he grumbles, slowly pulling himself out of you. He takes a small step back to get a look at your used cunt, puffy and glistening. His mouth literally waters. 

Javi drops to his knees, settling his broad palms on each of your ass cheeks to keep the view of you open for him. Slowly, he leans in, the flat of his tongue running over your delicate pearl through your cum-soaked folds, a mix of you and him blessing each taste bud on his tongue. He hears your breath hitch. 

He brings his tongue back in, collecting up the salty combination, before he’s on you again, mapping out the ring of your puckered muscle before he softly peppers the area in sweet kisses, your rear slightly irritated with his repeated slamming into you. 

He pulls himself away, giving you a moment to turn around; your back is to the dresser now. He places several kisses on your thighs, giving a few more kitten licks to your center before he’s rising to his feet and pulling you in for a deep yet gentle kiss. You can taste both you and him, and it makes your heart want to burst at the seams with warmth. 

“You okay?” He asks softly as his lips break away from yours. 

“Always with you,” you offer bashfully. 

“Good,” he says firmly, kissing the tip of your nose. You hear his hand smack the top of your dresser a few times. “I guess this thing is pretty fucking durable, huh?” 

“Mmmm, maybe. I think it needs to pass one more test,” you tell him. 

His eyebrow quirks up, you can see his mustache twitch, fighting his smirk. “And what test would that be, mi amor?” 

Taking a step back out of his hold, you back up into the dresser again, grabbing onto the ledge and you jump, spreading your legs wide open for him to fit in between. 

You can see the way his eyes flash impossibly darker. He stalks up to you again, his hands squeezing your thighs before he’s back on his knees, his head immediately burying himself in your core. 

Oh, yeah, this dresser passes the test, alright. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

La Estrella de mi Vida, Part 3/3

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (nicknamed “Estrella” no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only!!), feelings, minor character death, minor violence, protective!Javi, some angst, fluff, love confessions, happy ending

Notes: And we have come to the final part of this little miniseries! I’m super proud of this one and I just love Javi so much he deserves everything!! Thank you to those who have been reading and reblogging this one it means a lot to me!! Also, kudos to those who regnoize the reference with the antaoginst in this chapter lol! 

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“Oh Javi… Fuck… Yes!”

“Estrella, you are… Fuck… You feel so good.”

You bounced on Javi’s cock as you rode him in the moonlight. For the past several months, the two of you had been seeing each other in secret. While he was still healing from his accident, it was easier for you to come to the compound every few days to check on him. But as Javi got better, it was harder for you to come up with an excuse to go over there. 

True to your word though, you somehow found a way and you and Javi figured out ways to sneak around together without being seen. And even though you had to keep the relationship a secret, neither of you had ever been happier. 

Javi loved the gift you got him, and he quickly returned the favor for you. One night while you laid in bed together, he gave you a beautiful necklace with a little star charm on it. Tears formed in your eyes that night from the overwhelming emotions and it made Javi’s heart flip in his chest.

And you looked so beautiful to Javi when you rode him wearing only the necklace. 

Javi moaned your name as he felt your pussy clench around him. He reached for your clit with his thumb while his hands still gripped your hips tightly. The moment his finger made contact with your already sensitive clit, you cried out in pleasure and came after only a few more thrusts.

With a low groan of your name through gritted teeth, Javi came right after you and both of you rocked against the other as you rode out your climaxes. Completely spent, you collapsed down beside him with a loud huff.

“You alright, estrella?” Javi asked with a soft chuckle as he rested his hand on your side.

“Never been better,” you breathed with a smile as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. At that moment, you knew why he liked the moon and starlight so much because the reflection against his face made him look even more beautiful than usual.

But you were caught off guard by the expression on his face. Javi seemed lost in thought and he stared at you as if he was afraid you would disappear. Both of you knew having a secret relationship had risks, but you knew what you were getting into with this. And each of you would say that the other was well worth that risk.

“What is it, Javi?” you asked softly as you reached for him.

I love you.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn’t find the strength to say them. He wanted to, he felt it in his heart, yet he couldn’t. Maybe it would have made things even tougher to hide. Maybe it would have put you in more danger.

“I…” Javi whispered your name as he cupped your face. He brushed his thumb along your jaw before he trailed his fingers down your neck and to the necklace that laid between your breasts. “You are stunning, mi estrella.”

Before you could reply, Javi pounced on you and attached his lips to your neck. He moaned against your skin with a grin as he tickled you with his tongue and covered his body over yours. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close.

*

“You seem happy, mija,” your father said to you one night while the two of you closed up the clinic.

While he kept a close eye on you to keep you protected, your father tended to stay out of your personal life. He wished you would open up to him more, but he understood why you didn't. The path he made for you didn’t allow much for personal pleasures, and he knew you only kept your heart locked away to keep yourself safe. You were a stronger person than he ever could have hoped for, he just wished you didn’t have to live with walls built up so high. 

It did make your father happy to see you smile so much though.

You let out a dreamy sigh, “I guess I am, papa.” You fiddled with the necklace Javi gave you. From the moment he put it on you, it never came off, and it became a comfort for you to play with it when you were nervous or lost in thought.

Your father grinned, “Are you going to tell me about that necklace anytime soon? Or am I not privy to that knowledge?”

“Well…” you paused as your mind raced. You knew any secret would be safe with your father, and you knew he thought Javi was a good man. It still felt weird though to actually tell him, and you didn’t want to put him in any rough position.

“It’s the Gutierrez boy isn’t it?” Your father interrupted your thoughts when he saw the conflict in your face.

“What?” you gasped, “How…? When…?”

Your father burst into laughter, “I knew you liked him from the day you two met,” he put his hand on your shoulder, “Of all the men you and I encounter in our lives,” he told you, “Javi is the one I trust with you the most. He’s a good man, mija. And he’s good for you.”

“You’re not mad I’m seeing him?” you were stunned by his words, even if they were happy ones, “This could cause some real trouble if anyone ever found out. I mean the clinic…”

“The clinic means nothing to me, mija,” he interrupted, “As long as you are safe and happy.”

Tears filled your eyes as you embraced your father, “Thank you papa.”

Just as he was about to say something, a clang at the doorway called both your attention. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway, and immediately shivers ran down your spine. Your father quickly pushed you behind him and raised his hands in front of him.

“Señor,” he spoke to the menacing figure, “If this is an emergency, come with me. Otherwise, you’ll have to leave.”

The figure picked his head up so that you saw his face for the first time, and the rage in his eyes made your blood run cold. You gasped quietly as you gripped your father’s arm and suddenly felt like a helpless child again. He kept his body in front of yours as a shield, though and never faltered.

When the figure spoke, you recognized the voice, “You,” he pointed at your father, “You killed my brother. You’re supposed to be the best, and you let him die!” he shouted angrily, “I’m going to make you pay.”

Before either you or your father could respond, a gunshot rang through the clinic, followed by a scream.

*

It was late into the night and Javi was settled comfortably on his couch. A glass of freshly open wine sat on the table and a warm fire lit up the room from behind him. He was about to watch a movie, and Javi thought the only thing that would make this peaceful night better was if you were here with him. 

He always wanted you with him, especially at night. The nights when he had to sleep alone felt cold and lonely, but he knew both of you had to be careful. So the nights you shared were few and far between, as much as both of you hated it.

But just as Javi got comfortable, his phone rang.

He scrunched his brows, “Who could be calling so late at night?” Javi wondered to himself.

Javi reached for his phone and his face lit up when he saw your name and photo on the screen. It was risky, sure, but Javi just had to have pictures of you for himself. His heart sped up as he answered it and raised the phone to his ear, “Estrella!”

But his face quickly dropped when you panted on the other end of the line, “Javi?”

He shot up to his feet and spoke your real name, “What’s wrong, amor?”

You sounded scared and out of breath. Javi had never heard you sound like that before, and it scared him to death. Already, he wanted to do whatever he could to help you. Javi would jump into the ice cold sea in the dead of winter for you, he would walk through fire for you, he would shoulder any pain for you, he would take a bullet for you.

“It’s my father… He…” you choked back a sob as you whispered into the phone, “Someone…”

“Where are you, Estrella?” Javi sounded firm only to hide the fear in his tone. He knew he had to be strong for you right now, and he needed a clear head.

“The clinic,” you whispered back, “And I’m not alone.”

Javi grinded his teeth as he clenched his jaw, “I’m coming, Estrella. Just hang on.”

“Javi… Hurry…” you gasped and hung up the phone.

“Estrella?!” Javi shouted your name as he couldn’t hide the panic anymore. But the line beeped and Javi knew time was ticking. So he quickly dialed another number and prayed he would pick up, “Lucas?” He said before his cousin could finish his greeting, “I need your help.”

*

You tried to keep your breaths steady as you crouched down under the desk in your father’s office. The gunshot hit your father right in the chest and both of you crashed down to the floor. You had never let out such a pained scream in your entire life, but watching your father bleed out in your arms made you feel so scared and helpless.

He reached up and cupped your face slowly, and you heard how ragged his breathing was.

“Hang on papa,” you sobbed as you covered the gunshot wound with your bare hands, not caring that the shooter still stood only feet away, “Just hold on… I need…”

“Run,” he croaked weakly. But when you didn't listen he grabbed you as hard as he could and repeated in a stronger voice, “Run.”

You weren’t going to leave him, but your father used the last of his strength to push you away, and you decided to listen. You barely were able to form a thought as you let your legs guide you down the hallway while you heard the shooter speak to your father. You couldn’t tell exactly what he said, especially as you ran away from that room and looked for a place to hide. But you yelped again when you heard a second shot.

That was when you knew you needed to call someone, and only one name came to mind.

Fear ran though you as you stayed hidden while you waited for Javi to come, and you only hoped he wouldn’t be too late. While you crouched under the desk, you heard several crashes and doors slamming as the shooter searched for you. He even called out your name in a taunting voice as he went from room to room in search of you. And as he got closer, you knew you couldn’t stay where you were.

You listened for the distinct noises he made, and you knew you only had one chance to time this right, or else you… You shook the thought from your head as you poised yourself to run. Usually, one crash of the door was followed by about a minute of silence while he searched the other room, and that was your window to escape. So, patiently, you waited…

Crash!

With a deep breath, you got to your feet. Just as you were about to bolt for the door, a hand covered your mouth and another grabbed your arm. You tried to scream, but the large hand muffled the sound and you struggled in your captor’s arms until you heard a familiar voice.

“Estrella,” Javi whispered in your ear, “It’s me.”

You gasped as you stilled yourself and Javi released his hold on you. Stunned, you turned around and you let go of the breath you held as you saw his face, “Javi,” you breathed as you wrapped your arms around him and clung to him tightly, “You came.”

Javi let out a relieved sigh as he held you just as tightly as you held him, “I came.” The two of you stayed like that for a moment until another crash interrupted your reunion, “Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”

He tried to lead you away, but the sudden rush of emotions overtook you and you couldn’t move, “Javi…” you sobbed, “My father… He…”

“Shhh,” Javi cupped your face as he rested his forehead against yours, “We need to get out of here for now. I need to get you safe.”

Too overtaken by your grief, you let Javi guide you out into the hallway, He held your hand securely in his as he checked outside the doorway first, “Coast is clear,” he mumbled before he led you out, “Come,” he guided you down the darkened hallway in silence.

The door was just within reach, Javi could almost touch it when a voice called your name from the other end of the hallway. Javi immediately spun around and pushed you behind him. He reached for his gun and pointed it right at the voice without hesitation, and all you could do was cower behind him, too paralyzed by fear and emotions to react and think properly.

The voice let out a gasp of surprise as he stepped into a beam of moonlight, “Javi Gutierrez?” he seemed shocked at the face he saw, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Javi’s eyes went wide as he too regnozied your attacker, “Ernesto de la Cruz?” 

The de la Cruz family was new on the scene, but they were more dangerous than anyone you had ever seen before. Ernesto and his brother were like wildfires on the cartel scene, and their raging tempers couldn’t be tamed. They were violent and dangerous and not people you want to cross. They were notorious for starting fights, and finishing them. After Ernesto’s brother got involved in a bad deal, he ended up badly injured, and your father tried his best to save him but there was nothing he could do.

When you whimpered behind him, Javi steadied himself and tightened his grip on his weapon, “Why are you attacking the clinic?!”

Ernesto scoffed, “That bitch’s father got my brother killed! He was supposed to save everyone, no biases. So I brought my brother here after a deal went south, but the fucking doctor said it was too late,” he spat on the floor, “In my family, it’s an eye for an eye, so I came here to make him feel how I felt,” his eyes landed on your trembling figure behind Javi, “But the doctor got in the way and fucked me over again.”

“Even the best doctor cannot save everyone!” Javi shouted back, “And we have a truce that the doctor and his daughter are never harmed. Do you realize what you have done now?!”

“You want to argue about truces, Gutierrez?” Ernesto howled back, “When it looks like you’re more familiar with her than you should be?” he sneered as a wicked grin came across his face, “Maybe I won’t kill her… Maybe I’ll just take her for myself since everyone seemed to want to defend her so much,” he stepped closer and Javi pushed you back to keep the distance, “I want to see what all the fuss is about with this woman too…”

“You stay away from her,” Javi threatened as he cocked his gun.

Ernesto didn’t seem scared. In fact, he seemed amused, “Have it your way,” he aimed right at Javi, “Just one less cartel to stand in my way anyway.”

A gunshot rang out in the hallway.

“Javi!” you screamed.

Instead of firing, Javi shrieked and turned around and wrapped his arms around you and hurled you both to the ground. More than killing a rival, Javi wanted to protect you and keep you safe. You mattered to him more than the money, the notoriety, the status. And if he gave his life defending you, Javi was fine with that. He would die for you any day if it meant you would walk away safe.

Both you and Javi dropped to your knees in tears. You clung to his shirt as he held you as close as he could and used his broad shoulders to keep you sheltered. Both of you held your breaths as you waited for something to happen. But when you heard a thud, the breath caught in your chest.

Slowly, Javi peeked over his shoulder and saw Ernesto dead on the ground. As his eyes trailed up, he saw his cousin Lucas standing over the body with a gun in his hand and a smirk on his face.

“You owe me one, primo,” he said in a low tone before he turned and walked away. Lucas couldn’t have been happier with how the night turned out; he got rid of a problem and earned a favor from Javi both at once. But he also didn’t want to stick around anymore and now that the situation didn’t concern him anymore he took his leave. 

Once the two of you were alone, Javi turned back to you and whispered your name, “Are you ok? Look at me,” he brought your face up so he could look at you. Tears stained your cheeks, your eyes were red, and you trembled badly, but you seemed unhurt.

“Javi…” you sobbed. 

“Oh shit,” he cupped the back of your head and pulled you forward so that you were cradled against his chest, “I’m so sorry, mi amor.”

*

A couple weeks went by before you felt like yourself again, but Javi barely left your side the entire time. He doted on you like you were a queen, and he made sure you had everything you needed. The few times he had to leave you, he made sure you were securely in his room and left a guard posted right outside the door.

“Estrella…” Javi walked into the room and saw you at his desk, “Is everything ok?”

It was mostly a rhetorical question; you had watched your father die in front of you after all. And you were almost shot at yourself. Of course he knew you weren’t ok. But, Javi hoped that you at least were able to calm yourself while you stayed with him. But when you looked up at him, you had fresh tears in your eyes and Javi immediately rushed to your side, “What’s wrong?”

You sniffled as you felt the comforting warmth of Javi’s arms engulf you, “Javi… You…”

He looked over at the screen of his laptop and saw what you had been looking at. It was his screenplay. The very one you encouraged him to write all those months ago. Javi had been working on it on the nights when he couldn’t see you, and it reflected his emotions in a way he couldn’t put into words.

He let out a soft laugh as he held you, “What do you think?” Javi hoped that the subject was ok for you to talk about, and that he wasn’t being selfish with the question. But, he also really wanted to know. Especially since…

“Javi,” you lifted yourself and looked into his eyes, “It’s beautiful,” you paused as you reached for his jaw and rested your hand on his face, “Is it really about me?”

The screenplay was a romantic story filled with drama, passion and intrigue. Javi found that it was easiest for him to write from his own inspiration, and the biggest influence he had on his life was you. He wanted to write something that would make the whole world fall in love with you the way he did while still keeping you for himself.

He let out another soft laugh, “Was naming the character Stella too obvious?” he joked.

That made you smile for the first time in weeks, “No,” you leaned in, “I love it.”

Neither of you moved as your lips hovered over his. Javi’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched your every little expression. And to hear that one word from your lips made his skin tingle. Javi couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“I love you, mi Estrella,” he whispered before he kissed you so softly yet so passionately. 

You moaned into his mouth as you clung to him. Javi held you tightly as he desperately poured all his feelings into the kiss. And it left you breathless.

“I love you too Javi,” you murmured against his lips when you finally broke away. Javi exhaled heavily as his face lit up in a smile brighter than the sun before he cupped your face and kissed you again.

Nothing would be the same for either of you from now on, both you and Javi knew that. And though you were now free to choose your own path, being with Javi still came with many risks. But, you were both ready to take on the world and figure it out. As long as you had each other, that was all that mattered. 

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[losjavis]

los javis en "Historias de Ficción" + clips del rodaje 🔮

#vamos a obviar que esto lleva grabado año y medio #qué guapos y qué ganas ya de todo #cuando le agarra a javi a esque me meo #como se mete el chaval #cada vez me cuesta más hacer gifs sos #no por mi culpa precisamente #no queda nada lsjdldjffsd #la mesías #historias de ficción #movistar + #javier ambrossi #javier calvo

[en-medio-del-apocalipsis]

Te extraño. No te lo puedo decir ya, pero en un lugar tengo que ponerlo. Te extraño.

Kyas☁️

#amor #textos #kyas #frases #tumblr #notas #text post #pensamientos #escritos #versos #kate #en medio del apocalipsis #javi #notas en español #mis citas #citas de escritores #citas #notas de amor #notas tristes #frase en español #citas cortas #citas de amor #español #frases en español #texto #desencadenar el apocalipsis #apocaliptica #apocalipsis #apocalyptica #textos en español

[lowlights]

I wanna be Javi’s media naranja 🥺 looking forward to more!!

Aw, same, anon. Same.

Thank you for reading <3

#sweet reader #javi g #mi media naranja