#agent pena fanfic

[loquaciousferret]

Over And Done With

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: persistent but not dubcon or noncon. javi being a cocky rude asshole (you all know my Javi by now) smut 18+, oral (f receiving) fingering, unprotected sex, unsafe sex, sexism

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Javi is still my leading man guys... Enjoy this little piece of filth. Thank you for over 1k on my other two Javi oneshots, so grateful! Thanks to Lucy and Gi as always for thots with me ;)

Playlist: Dark But Just a Game - Lana Del Rey | Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala | Business - Catfish and the Bottlemen | Californication - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

You waited until the office was nearly empty. That wasn’t a deliberate choice, simply a consequence of how long it took you to pluck up the nerve to face Agent Peña and tell him that the meaningless sex you two had been having for the past few months was over.

You knocked on his door and he drawled to come in. 

You opened it and crossed the threshold to his office timidly. He was standing at a filing cabinet, rifling through papers, a tight white shirt stretching over his wide shoulders and strong biceps- Stop it. You tell yourself.  

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He says, his gaze rising to meet yours. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail up and down your body shamelessly, fixing for a second on the exposed skin of your thighs, and again on your chest. 

“We need to talk.” You say firmly.

He doesn’t even attempt to hide the insolent roll of his eyes. He loosens his tie and reaches for the cigarettes on his desk.

“Really?” He says, irritated. 

“This… Arrangement between us. It’s over.” 

“Wow.” He says, sarcastically. “And the hits just keep on coming today. What put that stupid thought in your head then, huh?” 

You narrow your eyes. Why does he always have to be such a dick. You ignore the question.

You make your way towards his desk and reach into your purse. You retrieve a set of handcuffs and clatter them onto the tabletop.

“You forgot these in my bedroom.” You say, feigning nonchalance.

“I didn’t forget them. They were there for safekeeping.” His smirk is growing with each comment he throws at you.

“Well, I won’t be needing them anymore.” 

He has a smug and infuriating expression. “No, keep ‘em. They’re a parting gift.”

“They aren’t yours to give. They’re the property of the US government.”

“Riiight.” He agrees, in a mocking tone.

You turn to leave and hear him sigh. “Thanks for stopping by, sweetheart. My place or yours tonight?” 

“Peña-" You huff in frustration, turning to face him. "Have you not listened to a word I said? We are done.” 

He takes a lazy draw of his cigarette, not wiping the taunting smirk off his face the entire time.

"No, we're not." He shoots back.

You sigh. "Why do you have to be so difficult? It's not a big deal, we don't even like each other, in fact, I barely tolerate you, so-"

He cuts you off "Then why do you keep coming back for more?"

You shake your head and turn away from him, not pleased with the direction of conversation, and desperate to get out before he can work his magic on you. But he stalks towards you, and though you had nearly reached the door he is spinning you round to face him and presses your back into it instead.

"I-"

"Shhh," He coos. "I know why. You crave me. Like an addict needs a hit, baby."

"No, I-"

"Yes. That's why you beg me for it. That's why you give yourself to me, any time, any place." His voice has dropped to a whisper and he is so close to you, his hot breath causes goosebumps to raise on the surface of your skin.

"You see how your body reacts to me?" He smirks, "I haven't even touched you, cariño."

"Just admit it." He urges you.

You somehow gather the resolve to shake your head, and a passing thought tells you that you should have attempted this in a more public place so he couldn't accost you like this and throw the whole conversation off track.

You reach out to push him away and create distance between you, trying to escape from the overwhelming cloud of his scent that envelopes you. Citrus, tobacco, sea salt, gunpowder.

"Please, Javi, no, I-"

He takes you by the wrist to stop you from pushing him, and his other hand lifts up your chin and forces you to look into his eyes. They are dark with lust and menace.

"Fine, baby, we can stop." He says, a sweet tone to his voice that you know is too good to be true. "On one condition."

"What?" You respond, somewhat breathlessly, still lost in the sensation of his heady presence.

"You let me slide my fingers up your skirt. If you're not dripping wet for me, I'll let you go."

You know that arousal has been growing between your legs ever since he invaded your personal space. It was an animalistic reaction, but one that betrayed your true feelings, leaving you vulnerable to the dominating Javi. Your thighs were clenched together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, but it wasn't working.

"Don't be ridiculo-" You begin to protest.

"I'm not. Stop trying to deny your body what it wants. What you want. You want me."

When he slips a large palm between your thighs and begins to gently prise apart the tight grip you have them locked in, you know you are completely beat. One touch from him and you will fall to his mercy, desperately chasing the pleasure you know he is capable of giving you. And this reminds you exactly why it is so hard to ever break things off with Javi. He is utterly relentless, and there are no rules when he is in charge. He never gives you a fair chance.

A small moan escapes you, and he chuckles. You hate that in this game you are trapped in with him, you can never help yourself from showing your cards too early, always emboldening him further to take from you what he wants. And he is right, you do want it too, as destructive as it is to give yourself to someone like him, you can't deny the way he makes you feel, and you end up right back where you started every time you attempt to withdraw to a safe distance.

His fingers graze the hem of your panties, then, he must change his mind, withdrawing them. You whine, giving away more and more just how much you desire his touch. You are surprised when he is dropping to his knees in front of you.

"Jav-"

"Shh, baby." He says. He takes the fabric of your skirt and pushes it up your legs, slowly exposing your skin inch by inch until it is bunched around your hips and he is separated from your arousal by only your thin red lace panties.

"Who are you wearing these for if you weren't planning on being with me today?" He says, licking up your thighs and sucking lightly at certain spots.

You whine pathetically at the sensation and his lips tickle you as they curve into a smirk. He puts a hand between your legs and seperates them further, putting his head between your thighs and pressing his face into the fabric. He inhales deeply and groans, sending vibrations through you, making you throb with desire.

"I'm gonna taste how turned on you are for me." He whispers.

He hooks fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs. The cold air hitting your hot, wet core makes you shiver. You step out of your underwear and he stuffs them into his pocket.

He returns to being nestled between your legs and places kisses to your inner thighs, making his way closer to the spot which needs his attention at a teasingly slow pace.

You manage to keep quiet and resist from begging him to hurry up.

Thankfully, he finally licks a wide stripe up your entire core. He literally moans gutturally as he does so. He sends your head into a spin every single time he eats you out like this, so enthusiastic and starving for you.

He alternates between licking up and down your folds and stopping to focus on your clit at the top, sucking gently, circling his tongue around it, constantly varying his pace so that every time you started to get used to the sensation, he would have you whining again by changing up the intensity. He then focusses on your tight entrance, inserting his tongue and then fucking you with it, licking up the arousal leaking from you.

Then, he grips your thigh, and swings your leg over his shoulder to improve his angle of access to you. This practically makes your knees buckle, and he has to hold you up with both hands as he continues to feast on you.

You start to feel your orgasm building and grip his hair, rolling your hips against his mouth to increase the pressure. He senses all of these changes in your movements and knows you are close, focussing his attention entirely on your clit in a steady rhythmic fashion that he knows will take you over the edge.

It doesn't take long before you are shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. But he doesn't stop, harshly warning you to quiet down because there are still people around the embassy and these sounds are only for him. He sucks on your clit gently until it is overstimulated and tears begin to form in your eyes.

Eventually, he pulls back, but you only get a moment of reprieve until he is jamming two fingers inside your cunt to replace his mouth. Your wetness makes it relatively easy to take but you still mewl at the sensation. He curls them and their length allows them to hit a spot deep inside you.

Everything about being intimate with Javi is levels of intensity far beyond what you can achieve alone, or that you ever have with previous lovers. He brings a whole new meaning to the idea of pleasure. You don't tell him this. His ego is big enough.

He brings a thumb to your clit and brushes it gently, continuing to torment you with his two fingers which entered you, scissored and curled, slipped back out of you, and thrusted back in. His pace was inconsistent, so you were left on the edge, never knowing what to expect. As he starts to rub your clit in circles, you notice how sensitive you are from your first orgasm.

"Javiiii-" You drag out the syllable as you whine loudly in pleasure.

"You're gonna cum again before I fuck you." He growls.

"No, no, please." You say, your legs shaking. He combats this by pinning your thighs to the wall with his free forearm, keeping you stuck there.

"It wasn't a question."

He kisses at your skin, wherever he can reach, as he continues to work you with his hand. He presses his lips to your hipbone, then trails down to the thickness of your upper thigh, his moustache tickling you as he travels downwards. Then, he sucks lightly, and you gasp. He nibbles and sucks harder, trying to leave marks. He has a somewhat possessive side to him, revelling in marking your body whether it be with hickeys or handprints. Not in places that others will see, just in private spots where he can admire them for himself.

You know he is trying extra hard to be generous just to remind you why you aren't going to cut him off. He is taking his time on you to prove to you all the reasons why you won't really stop seeing him. It is obvious that this is his ulterior motive, and yet it is working, you start to think you were too rash in your decision to end things.

His tongue flicks over the painful marks he has sucked and bitten into your inner thighs. It tickles and this adds to the once again growing sensation of an orgasm, one that you know is going to rip through you with even more ferocity than the first.

You are whining and moaning his name, panting as the tension inside you reaches a peak, ready to snap at any second and have you unravel all over him.

When it does happen, you think you go slightly dizzy. Your mouth falls open into a scream that never actually leaves your room. You are overwhelmed into silence, your body twitching. You curl your hands through his hair and try to pull him away from you, and he finally obliges.

He takes you by the hand and pulls you away from the door, locking it behind you and moves you both towards the desk. He sits you on top of it, on top of no doubt important government documents. He unexpectedly kisses you on the head, and even in your blissed out post-orgasm state, you note that this is the first time he has ever done this.

But the moment is over quickly, as he is soon spreading your legs again, unbuckling his belt and releasing his erection from his stupidly tight jeans. It doesn't matter how many times you sleep together, you never get used to the size of it every time you see it.

He unbuttons your blouse and slides it off your arms. He stares and takes you all in.

"All for me." He says, dipping his head to the curve of your cleavage and plastering kisses there, stroking his cock against your folds to gather lubrication. You moan at the feeling of it sliding through your sensitive parts, nudging your clit and making you hiss sharply. The next time he comes down to your entrance, he stills. He presses a hand onto your chest to lay you backwards onto the desk. Then he plunges inside you at full force and your back arches from the table top instantly.

You exclaim and he presses a hand to your mouth. The other is gripping one hip, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. He has chosen to start with an immediately punishing pace. You know that he is impatient now, having spent so much time on you, that he wont want to draw out his own pleasure, and will use your body now without mercy to reach his own release.

The desk screeches against the floor and some objects roll off the side. This doesn't so much as cause him to falter. He is hyper-focussed on the task at hand, his gaze fixed on watching himself slam in and out of you, only occasionally looking up at you to appreciate the look of pleasure on your face for a moment before looking back down at the place the two of you are connected.

He removes the hand from your mouth and takes it to the other hip, thrusts now impossibly forceful with him pulling your whole body weight against him with every single one.

You wrap your legs around his back and lock your ankles together, pushing him slightly deeper inside you and he grits his teeth. "Fuck, cariño. Tan apretada."

"So tight," He repeats, "You like it, huh?"

You can't respond, too consumed by pleasure. You nod pathetically and you can feel his smirk burning down on you, you know he is watching your face now, admiring the way he can make your expression twist, your mouth fall open, and your eyes squeeze shut.

The feeling is so intense that you are growing numb to it, he is rhythmically slamming against your deepest spots, causing you to whine and whimper, your limbs going slack.

He always becomes more vocal as he reaches his climax, and he does so now, You like my cock, huh? You come in here just to get fucked like this? I know you wanted it, sweetheart.

"You gonna take my cum inside you like a good girl?" He asks

You nod at the last one. "Please, Javi."

"You gonna beg for my cum?"

You whine, half in protest, half because he has somehow changed the angle to result in even more devastating thrusts.

"Do it." He demands.

You perform for him how he asks, using up what little concentration you have to plead in a sultry tone that he fill you up. That he make you his. That he remind you who you belong to.

Soon, he is grunting, profanity spilling from his lips as he tenses up inside you, filling you with hot spurts of his cum.

He stays inside you and leans down, kissing at your neck and chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the soft curls at the back of his neck. The pair of you rarely indulge in a tender moment after sex. He seems so different today.

He does pull out after a few moments, and you pout at him, disappointed by the sensation and missing the feeling of him buried inside you. He smiles and runs a finger over your downturned lips. "Can't stay in there forever. You don't think I want to?"

He takes a few steps away from you, turning away from you to readjust himself. When he faces you again, leaning lazily against the wall, lighting a cigarette, watching you re-dress, his demeanour has completely changed back to usual. His cruel, taunting smirk has returned when you look up at him, straightening your skirt and readjusting it to where it should be just below your mid-thighs. He looks and notices one of the bruises he left just peeking out from under the hem.

You stare back but you don't have any words for him. He fills the silence, walking towards you.

"You see? We’re done when I say we are done, princesa. I'll see you later."

He pats your ass dismissively, sending you on your way, and you exit his office on weak legs. You should have known this would happen, you and Javi still aren’t over and done with yet.

My other smutty Javier Pena works: Partners | Little Games | All Work, No Play

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[pedrostylez]

The Shower

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:1.3k

warnings etc: masturbation (m preforming) beginning with riding, light choking? Idk 

A/N: You know how in Mi Cielo there's mention of reader using Javier to get off and then leaving him still hard before going out to the bar with her friends? Yeah, this is the aftermath of the last time he did that before Mi Cielo. Smutty start, dirty end. Idk man, a guy getting themselves off is hot sorry not sorry. Also this gif is perfect for this

It was absolute bliss with your hands digging into his shoulders, the column of your throat exposed for his lips to devour, and your chest jumping in front of him. He didn’t have to do much, just gotta lay there and enjoy, and enjoy he was. “That’s it, baby, fuck you look so good on top of me.” He spoke gruffly, wanting to watch you finish all over him. 

He hadn’t expected your freshly painted nails to release his shoulder and slide over his mouth. You tilted your head back down to him and smirked, squeezing your hand tighter around his jaw. So fucking hot was all he could think over and over, letting you quiet him as he groaned. You moved your hand to work your thumb on to his mouth, pulling at his bottom lip roughly. 

He watched your smirk fade, eyes shutting and eyebrows coming together in concentration. He could feel you were close, bounces starting to slow down and legs beginning to shake. He leaned forward to take your thumb in his mouth, sucking lightly as he grabbed at your ass to lift you for help. 

It was easy to be generous with you. He loved seeing your chest get red as it crawled up your neck and face, seeing your hair start to stick to your temples for exertion. Feeling you begin to tighten around him was all the encouragement he needed to start lifting you faster, arms slick with sweat and a shoulder he was sure would have your nail marks later. He moaned loudly, popping your thumb out of his mouth and letting you decide where to put it, eventually in the hair at the back of his head. 

He watched you cum, body going loose and moans escaping you. The ripple of you wrapped around him brought him to the edge, panting heavily as he started to warn you. “I’m almost there cariño-”

“Uh-uh Peña.” You breathed, stiffening back up and sitting fully on him, still inside you. You began to lift, making him think you were going to slow it down and draw it out, but instead pulled fully away, a sigh leaving you as you left him. 

Shocked, he watched you pull on your shorts, not convinced you were done. “Where…what are you doing?” His hands lay splayed beside him, open to his ceiling as he looked up at you. 

You smiled again, sliding on your shirt and giving him a pointed look. “I’m getting dressed and I need to meet Susan at the bar.” You finished your buttons, turning around to his mirror at the dresser to attempt to fix your hair. 

He watched you, mouth open and still panting. His orgasm was receding, but blood was still pumping with a vengeance into his dick. You walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t wait up, Peña.”

He stood quickly as you stepped away, reaching for your wrist. “You’re just going to leave me like this?” He asked incredulously. “I’ve made sure you are soaking the bed after every time with me, hermosa. Am I wrong?” He couldn’t think that this was anything but payback. Has he overlooked an orgasm for you? Did he take when he should have been giving?

You laughed, patting his shoulder. “No, Javier. I just like to see you squirm.” You smiled again, reaching down a finger to touch his weeping head. “Maybe don’t flirt with Amy at work and I won’t do this again.”

He groaned as you brought your finger up to your mouth, sucking off his pre-come and turning around. He stayed put, knowing he was fully naked and not wanting to give his neighbors a show. He listened for you to slam his front door shut, starting your car and driving off. 

“Fuck.” He groaned out, running his fingers through his hair and giving it a tug, feeling the wet spot from your thumb that he had in his mouth moments ago. He stomped into the bathroom, turning on the water and pulled out a towel for himself. 

When he stepped in he sighed, feeling the water on his back but then instantly feeling the sting from where your hand was. He looked down, seeing light scratch marks that made his dick jump up at him, still achingly hard. 

I try to get you riled up once mi luz, and you take it out on me by giving me blue balls? He knew that wasn’t the truth-that he had gotten you riled up as well as he could on multiple occasions and had noticed you take it out on him. He had chosen to ignore how you took it out on him. 

You had brought in pastries recently after the most recent time he flirted with Amy, coffee and an array of sweets. He wasn’t too keen on the pastries, but smiled at you when you brought him and Murphy coffee. You were speaking with Murphy, giving him the run down of his order and how you made sure it was perfect while he took a sip of his own. He had to hold his composure, knowing immediately it was wrong. Two sugars and a splash of cream. I know you Peña. You had said it a week before, and all of a sudden just this black coffee from the bottom of the pot? When he looked up at you he saw you already watching him, a smirk growing on your face. It was on purpose. 

“Amy, is that a new blouse?” He questioned, making you and Amy turn toward him.

Amy giggled, blush rising in her cheeks. “It actually is, Javier. How did you know?”

He smirked, glancing at you and seeing your face blank. “It’s hard to not look at a beautiful woman, Amy.” He winked, watching you again to see the small crease between your eyebrows appear for a second before smoothing over with indifference. 

He walked away as he heard Amy giggle again, hoping it got under your skin. 

He had fucked up. He knew it then with the coffee, and he knew it now with his dick hard in his hand, weeping for attention while you were already at the bar a few blocks away. He thought about getting dressed and following you there, showing that he had every intention of having you.

His hand began moving up and down slowly, groaning out at the feeling but wishing it was you, your hand, your mouth. His eyes snapped shut as he imagined your smile as you kneeled down in this very shower last week, lips wrapping around him to give a single powerful suck before bobbing your head. 

He felt frustration overtake him as he continued his movements, replaying images of you in his mind but not feeling the satisfaction of it being you. He was skilled at masturbating to you, but it had become not enough as soon as you frequented his bed. 

He picked up speed, biting down on his lip and leaning his head into his arm that was supporting him on the shower wall. I think you owe me a face fuck, cariño. The thought alone made him groan out again, the idea of holding your head still against this wall as he pushed forward, your eyes looking up at him with need. 

The image of spit in the corners of your mouth as he face fucked you is what let him finish, moaning roughly as he made a mess into his hand. His body was heating up, more cum than usual spilling from the tease and wait you made him endure. 

He breathed heavily as he began cleaning himself off, looking down at himself and beginning to soften. Maybe he could still go to the bar and watch you dance, even if that was a tease too.

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[cinnamonpolvera]

Who’s in charge? Javier Peña x f!reader***

Summary: Javier Peña and you had been partners for eight months now, which has been nothing more than a competition over who should call the shots. One evening, Javier’s stubbornness fucks up a mission which unravels a steamy fight.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Content Warning: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sexism, physical violence, powerplay, dom!reader, sub!javi, oral sex m! & f! receiving, rimming. Maybe more please read at your own risk. Also typos (unedited).

Word count: 4.5k

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You furiously walked into the office, steady steps you walked the minute your foot was out of the Jeep. The door behind you would’ve made a loud bang when shut closed were not for the person that stopped it, who followed your steps as you were both yelling at each other.

You turned around and faced him, looked into his eyes with one of your deadly stares. You were confrontational, you stood your ground, you had a strong personality. You always had, so it had not been that difficult for you to put people in their place in order to get what you deserved at your field of work. You were a woman, a woman working for the DEA, an environment filled with men who would always want to feel superior than you. So, you always made sure they understood, from the begging, how hard-working and serious you were and, luckily, most of the office quickly realized you actually were a good agent. All of them, to different extents, did, except for your partner, Javier Peña.

Eight months had passed since you were transferred from your native country and working place to Colombia, where you and Peña were assigned together. Since the moment you were first introduced you realized this was not going to be any easy for you. And you were correct.

Peña was stubborn. He always wanted to take the lead, to call the shots. Now you understood that at first, because you were the same, because you too were a leader. But when this leadership of his started to try to walk over you, to ignore your suggestions, even some of your orders when you were in charge of the whole group in certain situations, you understood no more.

This time, he had crossed the line. Not only did he ignore your suggestion, which was a suggestion even if it was spoken as an order, but with doing that he jeopardized the entire mission. And that, you could not forgive. This stupid power game you and him played had gone too far.

“What were you thinking?” you fumed, arms crossed on your chest and your entire body tensed due to the anger.

“It was a fucking stupid idea” he yelled, point his finger directly at you as he walked towards where you were standing.

“How the fuck would you know?” you were the one raising her voice now. The office was almost desolated, except for you two and some late workers, since Javier had jeopardized today’s job and made you both lose an incredible amount of time.

“Because it was! It made no sense! It would’ve gotten us killed!” he belted, stopping his steps once he was close enough, but not touching your body.

“What you did could’ve gotten us killed, Peña. You didn’t think, you didn’t observe, you didn’t calculate. We almost had to fucking run away out there” you lowered your voice now, left arm still under your chest while enumerating every point you made with your right index finger.

He stepped closer to you, he looked so furious you thought steam would start to come out of his ears. But oh boy were you furious too. And you were done, you will let him know how far he fucked up this time.

“Now who the fuck do you think you are to come here and explain to me how to do my fucking job?” he demanded on a lower voice.

“I’m your partner, Peña, whether you like it or not. And this time, I was the one you suggested we go out there, I was the one who studied Miguel, who “befriended” him at the bar last weekend, who fucking knew how we should act based on what I learned about him.” you furiously explained “So this time, I was the one calling the fucking shots. You should’ve stayed in your lane. God knows I stayed in mine when I had to.”

“I doubt you really gathered any information that night at the bar, cariño.” he scolded, sarcastically laughing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned, more furious than before, if that was even possible.

He brushed his thumb against his bottom lip and smiled “Well you just looked so needy I began to think you weren’t really acting just to get information out of him.”

Javier felt his left cheek burning, a small tickle as the ghost of your hand.

You had just slapped him.

He looked at you dead in the eyes, grabbed your wrist and bumped your back against the wall. “Fucking bitch” he hissed.

You quickly changed positions, freeing your wrist from his hold and now grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, his back on the wall now “No, you’re the fucking bitch here. Now you listen to me Javier Peña and you listen to me good.” your grip tightened on his shirt with your every word “I am done with this power game you like to play. I am your equal, and you’re gonna learn to respect me and my decisions as your co-worker. You are not my superior.”

Javier was furious. Furious at you, for the words you were spitting and the fact that you so easily broke from his hold, but also furious at him. At the fact that you, even for a moment, physically overpowered him like that. And that he liked it.

You were strong, that he knew. He also knew you were stubborn, that you stood your ground and made everyone respect you. You and him were too much alike in that sense and maybe that was why you couldn’t seem to work together without fighting.

But in this situation, this specific situation in which you showed your physical determination was just as strong as his, his mind started to wonder.

You were hot. You were a beautiful woman, and that he knew. He had imagined many times what you’d sound like under his touch, how you’d succumb to him. How your pretty mouth would feel against him.

But that was it.

All of those thoughts would evaporate the moment you looked at him and let him know how much you hated working with him, how his mere presence seemed to bother you so much.

But oh wouldn’t he daydream of fucking you. Wouldn’t he stroke his cock hard and fast at the mere thought of you whimpering under him, moaning his name.

Moaning. You moaned so pretty and loudly. He knew that. He knew that because he heard you. One night. In the apartment complex you, Javier and Steve lived in.

He was kissing goodbye one of his lady friends when he saw you through his squinted eyes entering your apartment holding a man’s hand. He grunted, pushing his lady friend and murmuring a goodbye, closing the door shut on her face.

But that was not it. Soon enough he started to hear you. Your moans resonating so loudly he began to wonder wether the whole building was listening or if it was only him, your next-door neighbor.

He stroked his cock so hard that night despite having fucked another woman. And he made sure all of the girls he fucked from then on moaned just as loud. He asked them to. He wasn’t sure if he wanted you to be jealous or curious enough to knock on his door. He just knew he wanted you to hear.

“I sure should be” he grabbed your hands from his shirt collar in order to get you to let go of him “I should be your fucking superior. I should be the only one making decisions here.” He walked past you, starting to make his was out of the office.

Opening the door, he heard your voice behind him “Lo que te hace falta a vos es que te pongan en tu lugar.”

What you need is for someone to put you in your place.

He exhaled. Quietly shut the door that was only ajar, and locked it. He turned around and your eyes met. His brown eyes looked somewhat darker now while he was painfully slowly walking towards you.

Your noses were almost touching when he, sharp and clear, whispered “¿Por qué no me pones tú en mi lugar entonces, cariño?”

Why don’t you put me in my place then, cariño?

You squinted your eyes, trying to find any hint of sarcasm in his. But you failed. He looked dead serious.

You eyes grazed toward his mouth now, slightly open, and it looked oh so tempting. That bottom lip you’d love to bite until it bled, that moustache you’d love to wet.

“I knew you were a fucking chicken” he hissed as he started to grow distance between the two of you.

But you did not let him. Instead, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt for a second time, it being already wrinkled, and you pulled him in for a kiss. He grunted the second your lips met, probably because of the aggressive landing, and he happily followed your pace.

Not very steady, though, your pace: you were a little impatient. The fucking tension you and Javier had been building between you two chocked you, and today was the icing on the cake. Because today, it had gotten much more physical than before with all this wrist and collar grabbing.

Your kiss was sloppy, it was needy. His hand were on your lower back and yours still on his shirt collar. You bit his lower lip, just like you had imaged doing seconds ago, and he groaned.

Your left hand abandoned its place and moved to the back of his head. You grabbed some of his hair and you pulled, you pulled with enough strength to make him break the kiss. He whined.

“I’m gonna put you on your fucking place now, Peña.” you dictated and he nodded with his head, looking at you directly in the eyes while erratically breathing.

You locked eyes while your right hand, still on the collar, made his way through his chest and abdomen, until it got to the lower part of his stomach. You untucked his shirt from his pants and gently caressed his happy trail. You bit your lip, feeling all of that hair. You found that so hot.

You had found yourself catching a glimpse of it several times in the past, whenever he stretched or did whatever movement that allowed that part of his body get some seconds of air. It turned you on so fucking much.

Your hand kept going down, and you started to caress him on his now-tighter jeans. His breath heavier and heavier.

“I love this fucking pants you always wear. They make you look like such a little slut, wanting every woman’s attention on you.” you muttered as you started to unbelt his belt.

He bit his lower lip “Ever catch your attention, baby?” he whispered.

You smile as you get his belt off his jeans, letting go of his hair and walking behind him “You have no idea, agent.”

Javier wondered what you had in mind, and his question was quickly given an answer when you grabbed both his hands and made them meet each other on his back. He gasped, and messily but incredibly quickly you made of his belt a pair of handcuffs. It was so smooth you got him wondering how much practice you had.

That thought bothered him for a second.

But quick enough to make his mind go blank, you appeared in front of him again. You pulled him in for a second kiss, one much slower and steady, but equally wet. You started to unbutton his shirt, your hands caressing his chest as it got bearer every second.

He wanted to touch you. He wanted to undress you, to get your already hard nipples, that were showing through your shirt, on his mouth. He wanted to get his fingers wet with your juices and hear you moan his name under his touch. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t, and it seemed his cock knew he wasn’t getting any of that soon because it wouldn’t stop twitching under his tight jeans.

“Please—“ he whispered, pulling out of the kiss.

“I’m not listening to you today, Peña.” you stated as you finishing unbuttoning the shirt completely “I am here to teach you a lesson. On your knees.”

Your command took him by surprise, his eyes widening a little bit. He muttered something you couldn’t understand and, without breaking eye contact, obeyed. He got on his knees in front of you.

You did your best not to show him how surprised you were. Javier Peña kneeled in front of you almost as quickly as you commanded him to.

You smiled at him “Look at you, being so obedient. You’re finally being good, Peña.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed your clothed core. You gasped for air, took a step back and frowned.

“Now who told you to do that?” you sneered.

“I want you to ride my face. Now.” he ordered.

You nod your head left and right “You’re not the one in charge now” you made clear.

He quickly stood up and kissed you. It was so rapid you didn’t even have time to process it. He kissed you hard. It was a sloppy, needy kiss, in which the sound of your breaths and wet mouths were loud.

With his body, he gently pushed you towards the desk. When your ass felt the cold wooden structure, you pulled away.

You made your made behind him for the second time in the evening “Bend over” you ordered.

“What?” he mumbled.

“Bend over, agent.” you repeated, this time in an angrier tone.

He cleared his throat, and seconds later did as he was told.

You got behind him, your core touching his butt and your chest touching his back. Your hands made their way into the zipper of his pants, and you started unzipping them.

“Now Peña, why are you such a disobedient little agent?” you whispered on his ear as your hand started to caress him through his underwear.

“I wanna fuck you so bad” he grunted.

You chuckled “Oh, you will not. Believe me”

He grunted “We’ll see about that, agent.”

You quickly got him off of his pants and underwear as those words left his mouth, and you slapped his ass.

He groaned.

The room was filled with silence.

“Okay” he whispered after a while.

“What did you say?” you called for him to speak louder.

“I said–“ he cleared his throat “I said okay.”

You leaned towards him again and kissed the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Your hand found its way toward his front again, and you grabbed his now bare cock.

God. You found yourself second-thinking your later statement now that you felt his length on your hand. His hard, throbbing and already wet from precum felt so good in your hand.

You started softly stroking it, as he groaned.

“Mmm” you said on his ear “Javi, you feel so good I might as well think about it now” your tone had changed. It had soften drastically, and he noticed it too.

“Yes, baby. I would love to fuck you. If– if you let me.” The words left his mouth unsurely, but you quickly reassured him as you caressed his hair and made a throat approving sound.

“You’re becoming a good boy, mi amor.”

He nodded as he felt your hand go faster. You kept stroking his cock as you got on your knees behind him “Baby, spread your legs for me will you?” you asked this time.

You didn’t command anymore. You asked.

And he noticed that.

He quickly did what he was told, leaning forward toward the desk. He found his own breath stuck on his throat when he felt your mouth cupping one of his balls.

“Fuck–“ he groaned.

You giggled, sending vibrations throughout his whole body, and continued to stroke and suck. Your free hand gently caressed the palm of his well-tied hands, and he shivered under your touch.

It then made its way towards his buttcheek, and slapped it, loud and hard. He moaned, whispered your name.

You let go of his balls and he groaned. You licked your thumb and immediately went back to giving his balls attention.

Fuck, that drove him fucking crazy.

He found himself not breathing for the god-knows-what time in the evening when your thumb started to gently, very softly caress his perineum.

He couldn’t believe you were doing this. Surely, he had been curious enough in the past to go past what you were doing right now, but he never thought someone would actually do it to him.

And it drove him fucking crazy.

“Baby” you called from behind, stopping the strokes on his cock “I’m gonna untie you know, okay? I want you to stroke your pretty cock while I do my job behind you”

He nodded, even when unsure if you could see. You stood up to untie him and leaned forward once again, while softly grazing your thumb on his wrists to caress them after having been tied. You whispered into his ear “Javi, if you ever want me to stop, just ask. Don’t be afraid to do so.” You made clear.

“I won’t” he softly answered and you nodded.

It was the first time you ever called him Javi. He loved it. He loved the contrast you were giving him this evening, too. Slapping him, restraining him, ordering him around and now paying so much attention to his body, his response, his pleasure, his comforteness. It was driving him fucking crazy.

You drove him fucking crazy.

His train of thought quickly stopped when he felt your hands separating his butt cheeks, on your knees again “Touch yourself, baby” you commanded and he obeyed.

You spit on his asshole. The mere sound of it made him groan but what made him stop breathing was the feeling of your complete mouth on his fucking ass.

You were eating him out.

Your tongue was caressing his hole so eagerly, all he could do was stroke his cock. Hard. The combination of sensations was driving him mad. It was heavenly. You groaned behind him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

His name left your mouth several times “F–fuck. Yes. Yes, please.”

You giggled and, oh God wasn’t he close.

His body started to vibrate, to shiver, to tremble. He was about to cum.

He called your name. This time, waiting for an answer.

“Mhm?” you asked, mouth busy.

“Fuck. Can I– Can I cum?” he cried.

Goodness, the fact that he asked in that whiny voice made you get your right hand under your pants and start touching yourself.

You started circling your clit “Yes, baby, you’ve been so good for me. Cum. Please cum.” you responded and got your mouth to it again, moaning on his asshole while inserting two fingers on you.

The moment he heard you say the word please, a huge load made its way out of his redden tip. He groaned, moaned, almost screamed your name as his seed met the office floor.

He took some time to calm his breath. He got up from the desk and turned around, to look at you.

What he saw almost made his cock hard again. You were on the floor, riding your fingers as your left hand was squeezing your breast. Your eyes were shut, you were biting your lower lip.

“Stop” Javier dictated, his deep voice contrasting with the whimpering mess he was two minutes ago.

You opened your eyes and met his gaze “What did you just say?” you asked softly.

“Get up” he cooed your name.

You cleared your throat and did as he told you. What the fuck were you doing? Weren’t you the one who got him on his knees half an hour ago?

Oh but you didn’t mind, you knew that at the back of your head. You wanted to command Javier as much as you wanted him to command you. You could play both roles and much to your surprise, you had found out Javier could too.

“Look at you, so obedient now, cariño. Sit on the desk for me. Legs wide open.” He requested.

You did as you were told. You sat on the desk and you opened your legs. Javier’s gaze went down to your clothed core. You were wearing black pants, and he found that the fabric was even darker around your pussy.

Fuck, he was going to get hard again, no doubt about it.

He walked towards you and pulled you in for a kiss. A sloppy, hungry kiss as if it was your first. It finished almost as soon as it started though. He gripped your legs and closed them in order to get you off of your pants and panties.

He kneeled before the wooden structure and put one of your legs on his shoulder, the other one up the desk.

“Look at you, getting on your knees without being asked to” you teased from above.

“We’re not so different from one another, I see” he chimed, planting warm kisses in your inner thighs. One of your weak spots. “If I remember correctly, just some minutes ago you were on your knees, behind me, and fucking fingering yourself, agent.” He softly bit your flesh.

You gasped and giggled “Mhm. That’s right baby. I still have to kneel in front of you, though. Javi I want you on my mouth so bad.” you cried.

He looked at you with an eyebrow up, not revealing the fact that that statement got his blood rushing towards his cock once again “Now, do I hear begging?”

You shook your head “Te estoy dejando saber lo que pasará la próxima, Javi”

I’m letting you know what’s happening next time, Javi.

He chose to ignore the fact that you stated that there was going to be a next time. Not because he didn’t want there to, God knows he fucking did; but because your smell had been hitting his nostrils for quite some time now and he felt so fucking hungry.

The second his tongue came in contact with your soaking folds, you screamed. You didn’t mean to, but it took you by surprise and you were almost dripping in anticipation.

A sound came out of Javi’s throat and the pulled you to the edge of the desk to be able to have access to more of you. His tongue was on your entrance and his nose against your clit, touching it so persuasively. You effusively moved your hips back and forth to masturbate your own clit with it.

“J–Javi next time I’m riding that beautiful face and that– that beautiful nose of yours, understood?” you stated and he grunted, an approval noise coming out of his mouth and sending vibrations through your whole body.

The fact that you called him beautiful did not go past him.

“You bet your beautiful ass you are, cariño” he agreed and directed his mouth towards your clit now, sucking it hard.

“Oh, Javi!” you cried.

You moaned loudly, you cried, you whimpered. Your usually deep voice turned to a high-pitched tone that moment, and that made Javier crazy. The versatility your body held made him go out of his fucking mind.

“I love your fucking moans. You don’t know how many times I touched myself ever since I heard that blonde bastard fuck you” he confessed as two fingers slipped into you, feeling your tightness around them.

“You– you what?” You asked, astonished, but somehow hornier from that confession. You looked at him, bitting your lip in order to suppress your moans so that you could hear him.

He nodded “Mhm. You got me so hard that night” he started to finger fuck you slower, making you whimper even when your lip was almost bleeding from your biting.

“I was alone” you confessed.

His fingers stop for a second “What?” he asked, looking at you with his brown doe eyes.

You nodded “I remember. I was alone. I got home with Jack but when I saw you making out with your lady friend, I had to kick him out. It wasn’t him that I wanted”

His fingers started to move inside you slowly again, this time finding your spot, making you loudly moan and feeling a warm, creamy wetness coming down “You made yourself scream that loud?” he asked. His voice had dropped an octave and he was looking at you dead serious while you were dripping on his fingers.

“Estaba pensando en vos, Javi, por favor” you cried, your hand reaching to your clit.

I was thinking of you, Javi, please.

You didn’t need to ask twice. The thought of the both of you, touching yourselves thinking of each other, was enough for him to make his mouth meet your clit again and eat it out aggressively. Slurping you, sucking you raw. The sounds filling the room were so filthy it got you even closer.

He was so loud while eating you out. It turned you on so fucking much “J–Javi I love the sounds you make” you whimpered.

He groaned, he cried on your pussy. You were so fucking hot. He wanted to tell you he loved the sounds you were making but fuck, he couldn’t find himself growing any distance between his lips and your core. He was addicted. He fucking loved it.

He fucking loved you.

“Javi fuck” you moaned “I’m so close baby please, you’re so good” you cried.

Your fingers locked themselves into his hair, pulling him closer, if possible, and pulling from it. He learned that only made him harder.

“Cum for me cariño. Acaba en mi cara” he managed to mutter.

Cum on my face.

As if on command, you did. You came so hard, so loud, his name leaving your mouth, echoing through the whole office. A few tears rolled down your face from pleasure and you tried catching your breath, still occasionally whimpering. You were shaking. Javi was looking at you while sucking you clean. You met his gaze and pulled him up when you were already overstimulated.

He got up his knees and looked at you, wiping the tear he just saw rolling down your face.

“Did I just make you cry?” he whispered softly against your lips.

“You did” you confirmed, pulling him in for a deep, slow kiss. Your hands touching his skin gently this time, with the mere purpose of caressing his body. They made their way into his wrists, softly taking them into your hands, pulling them apart from your hips.

You broke the kiss and conducted his hands to your lips, to gently place warm and sweet kisses where his wrists had been marked by his belt.

He melted under your touch, carefully inspecting your every move. You looked up and smiled “What?”

“Go on a date with me” he said softly.

You smiled and peck kissed him “Bueno, mi amor”

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 3

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Summary: You found yourself in a complicated situation, but thankfully Javi is there for you.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.5 k

Warnings: Swearing. Angst and comfort. Reader is attacked. SMUT. Male masturbation. Mention of P in V sex. Mention of fingering. Mention of oral sex (f receiving). Mention of hair pulling. Cumming inside implied.

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Diego was quite a character. His jokes weren't as funny as Javier's, and he wasn't as enchanting, but, you know, he had his own charm. Kind of.

He was a military man, designated by the Colombian government to the DEA's search block as reinforcement. You had seen him with Javier and Murphy several times, working closely with them, going on raids, and capturing a couple of Escobar's sicarios.

He had a certain maturity about him, which was expected given his background, but there was also an air of smugness that occasionally crept through. Perhaps it was his confidence in his military training or the nature of the dangerous work he was involved in. Either way, it was clear that Diego was a capable and intelligent individual.

As you continued talking, you began to appreciate the depth of Diego's knowledge about the operations and the challenges faced by the DEA in their pursuit of Escobar. However, you also noticed that he was a straightforward and serious man. When you attempted to inject humor into the conversation, he either didn't catch it or chose to ignore it.

You couldn't help but compare your conversations with Diego to the ones you had with Javier. You missed Javier's sense of humor and the feeling that he genuinely listened and cared about what you were saying. In contrast, Diego appeared more focused on showcasing his job and emphasizing his importance in the Cartel's pursuit, as if he were trying to impress you. He rarely asked anything meaningful about you beyond work-related topics.

Despite Diego's competence and the insights he shared about DEA operations, it felt like something was missing in your interactions. You valued genuine connections and meaningful conversations, and it seemed that Diego's agenda was primarily centered around work. The stark contrast to your rapport with Javier left you with a sense of longing for the easy camaraderie you once shared.

Speaking of Javier, it seems like he's been avoiding you. You've caught him turning away when he spots you in the office kitchen, and even Diego mentioned that Peña appears to be taking on extra responsibilities during the raids, almost as if he's trying to keep his distance. You tried to ignore these facts, but your brain wasn't cooperating. Javier Peña lingered on your thoughts all the time.

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It was Saturday night, and you had just finished your pending work early. You had spent the day deciding whether or not to accept your friends' invitation for a drink at the bar to celebrate Marta's birthday. You weren't used to going to bars and drinking at night, especially when you were living alone in a foreign and dangerous country as it was Colombia in those times. But you did love dancing, and you were in the mood for a fun night with your friends.

You gathered your things, getting ready to go to Marta's office and let her know that you were joining them. However, as you were doing so, Diego knocked on your door.

"Hey, are you heading home?" he asked, leaning in your doorway.

"No, actually," you began, "It's Martha's birthday, and some people from her department are going for a drink." You hesitated and then added, "Would you like to come?" You asked him out of politeness, as he didn't seem like the type to enjoy that kind of environment. He could always decline, of course.

Diego shrugged. "Why not?" He didn't look convinced about it but didn't say anything more.

You weren't convinced either. He was nice, but you didn't feel like you had clicked with him. He was a very different person from you. However, you thought that at least that night, you wouldn't need to look for someone to dance with.

"Let's go, then," you finally said.

As you arrived at the bar, there were a lot more people from work than you had expected. You spotted your friends at the back and joined them.

After greeting your friends, you searched for an available chair. As your eyes roamed the table, you froze when your gaze crossed Javier's. He had just set his glass down on the table, and he looked equally surprised to see you there. He stared at you for a few more seconds before shifting his gaze to a point behind you, and then to Murphy. When you felt Diego's hand on your back, you knew exactly why.

The night began, and your friends engaged in lively conversations and laughter about various topics. However, you couldn't fully concentrate on the festivities. You kept locking eyes with Javier, who didn't seem to be enjoying the evening. According to what you overheard from Murphy, he had been somewhat coerced into attending.

As the night wore on, almost all of your friends paired up for dancing, including Steve Murphy, who had brought his lovely wife, Connie, to the dinner. However, your date seemed more interested in talking to a couple of his colleagues about his merits and exploits in the field than taking you out to dance. Diego had been drinking more than anyone else, even surpassing Javier, and now he was talking loudly and intensely. You felt uncomfortable and, honestly, embarrassed.

Even Javier, who wasn't dancing, had someone to converse with. It was Celia, a secretary with big blue eyes and long dark hair. There was a moment when she was asking the waitress for another drink that Javier looked at you with a peculiar expression. It was evident that he wasn't enjoying his company either. You offered a small smile but didn't attempt to interrupt their conversation. Celia seemed determined to conquer Javier that night.

After finishing your second margarita, you stood up and excused yourself to use the ladies' room. Javier gave a nod of acknowledgment, while Celia shot you a sharp look for interrupting her moment with her target. Diego, on the other hand, continued talking, seemingly oblivious to your departure.

You washed your hands, and while looking at your reflection in the mirror, you decided that you wanted to go home and get some sleep. You had made up your mind to approach Diego and ask him to take you home. Additionally, on Monday, when you returned to the office, you planned to thank Diego for his considerate attention but let him know that you weren't interested anymore. It was clear to you that this evening was not turning out as you had hoped.

But, to your unpleasant surprise, as you walked out of the bathroom, you felt a grip on your arm. Looking up, you saw Diego's drunken, angry eyes fixed on you. You froze in that moment and let him drag you through the sea of dancing bodies to the parking lot.

The cold air outside was a stark contrast to the hot and lively atmosphere inside, leaving you feeling vulnerable. You didn't know what was happening.

"Let me go!" You squealed, attempting to break free from his grasp. "What the hell is wrong with you?" you added as he finally released you, and he cornered you near his car.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked, his words slurred from the alcohol.

"What? No... What are you talking about?"

Before you knew it, his hands were on either side of your head, trapping you between his body and his car, his rancid breath in your face. You instinctively shrank back, scared and confused about what was happening.

"You think I didn't see how you and that motherfucker of Peña were looking at each other?" he said, his tone furious. You had no idea where this sudden aggressive behavior was coming from. You had no idea what he was talking about. You had only exchanged a few words with Javier, and there was absolutely nothing inappropriate about it.

"Diego, you're completely mistaken," you replied, your voice quivering but determined. "There's nothing between me and Javier. We're just colleagues, nothing more."

Diego's eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you feared he might not believe you. But then, his anger seemed to escalate, and he slammed his hand against the car window next to your face. You let out a startled scream.

"Do not fuckin' lie to me!" he shouted, his voice filled with rage. "You don't think I know about your little affair with him?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you were completely taken aback. "What? What affair?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Diego let out a bitter, humorless laugh. "Oh, don't play innocent," he sneered. "Don't act like a saint! I know that Javier fucked you for two weeks until he got bored."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Pardon me? We didn't, and if we did it's none of your damn business," you retorted, your voice firm. "Now let me go. I wanna go home."

"Oh, of course you're gonna go home," he said as he opened the door of his car and tried to force you to get in, "You're going home with me."

"Are you crazy? You're hurting me," you squealed, using all or you using all your strength to put up resistance, but he was much stronger than you. "No! Let me go!"

"You think you can play a teasing bitch and get away with that with me?" He groaned and you felt desperation creasing in you. "Get in the fucking car, NOW!"

You didn't know how you managed to turn around and connect your knee with his crotch, successfully freeing yourself and sprinting out of his reach. The adrenaline was surging through your veins as you made a desperate escape.

You were prepared to fight for your life, but as soon as you reached the outskirts of the parking area, you spotted Javier approaching. Relief washed over you, and you rushed toward him, not even minding the way your fists clenched his shirt as you looked at him with an imploring expression.

Javier gently took you by the arms, his eyes carefully studying your beautiful yet terrified features as he tried to make sense of your quivering mumbles. But a drunken and furious voice called your name from behind, sending a shiver down your spine. What happened next unfolded so quickly that you couldn't comprehend how things had escalated so fast.

Javier swiftly positioned you so that you were as far behind his body as possible. When you turned toward Diego, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise as you found yourself staring at the barrel of a gun pointed at you. In response, Javier, the trained agent he was, smoothly drew his own firearm from his back and aimed it at Diego. Your hands clung to Javier's arm, your fear palpable.

"Lower that weapon, Ibarra," Javier's voice was firm and composed, laced with an unmistakable warning. "Don't make a choice you'll regret, one that will ruin your life and your career."

Diego laughed sharply but lowered his gun. You realized he had drawn his weapon to threaten you, not expecting Javier's sudden intervention. You shuddered at the thought of what might have occurred had Javier not appeared when he did.

He stumbled back to his car and hastily departed the parking lot, the tires screeching on the pavement as the engine roared away. Javier, having holstered his gun, turned his attention back to you.

"You're shaking," he observed, removing his black leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. "Are you okay? What happened?" His tone was filled with concern, but then he lowered his voice, sounding almost dangerous as he inquired, "Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head, unable to look at his face as you were still trying to process everything that had just happened. In the days you and Diego were talking, he had never shown any signs of aggression. It had taken you completely by surprise.

"Thank you, Javier, I..." you began, but a crack in your voice made you stop. However, you managed to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat and composed yourself. "I'm going to go home now. Thank you so much, really."

You were about to take his jacket off, but he gently placed his warm hands on top of your cold ones to prevent you from removing the fabric.

"Please, allow me to take you home," he said. "It's late, and you're still in shock."

"I'm fine," you responded, trying to catch your breath, which seemed to have escaped from your lungs. But you couldn't hold back the tears any longer; they rolled down your cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay now" Javier didn't know what to do. Should he hug you? His concern was evident as he gently touched your arm, offering support and comfort. "Take your time," he said softly, his voice laced with genuine care.

You nodded, appreciating his understanding. "I... I didn't expect any of this," you managed to say, still shaken by the recent events.

He gave you a reassuring smile. "I know. It wasn't your fault," he assured you. "C'mon, it seems like it's starting to drizzle."

"You don't have to worry about me, Javier," you began. "I really, really appreciate what you did for me, but I can take it from here. I'm gonna call a taxi."

"I know you're mad at me because I was a dick to you," he responded, "I'm sorry, okay?" he said, sounding a bit annoyed, but sincerity shone in his dark-brown puppy eyes. "I was rude to you, and I'm ashamed of that. Now, please, I can't let you walk home alone at night."

Javier couldn't believe that you actually looked down the dark, empty street to consider his offer, but he was patient. Then, you turned back to him, your teary eyes captivating him.

"Fine. Thanks," you said, and he guided you to his truck. Javier reached for the handle before you and opened the door for you, and you got in.

As you settled into the truck's passenger seat, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Fear and relief still coursed through your veins. Javier closed the door gently and walked around to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof filled the cab as you both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the recent events hanging in the air. You stole a glance at Javier, who kept his eyes on the road, his face reflecting a sense of responsibility and concern.

With a sigh, you finally broke the silence. "Javier, I appreciate what you're doing. I feel like I owe a big one."

He glanced at you briefly, his expression softening, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing slightly. "You owe me nothing, bonita," he said and you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach, "I'm just glad you're safe."

He asked you where do you live and you gave him directions. After a couple of more minutes in silence, he talked again, "I really mean it, I'm sorry for treating you like that the other day." He stopped on a red light, and turned his face to looked at you, "You must know that I'm not an ass-hole... all the time," he added in a playful manner that actually made you smirk.

You watched the city pass by through the window, lost in thought. Finally, you couldn't help but ask the question that had been on your mind.

"Why do you care so much about what do I think about you?" you inquired, curiosity lacing your voice.

He get a bit nervous, but made his best to play it cool. He shrugged as if it was nothing. "I like you... I mean, as a friend." He clear his throat, and tried not to met your gaze, still very concentrated on the road. "Is it hard to believe?" He added.

"Well, you have quite a reputation, agent Peña," you replied.

"Do I?" He responded, still playing along. Javier was very aware of his reputation as a playboy and a heartthrob. He didn't care about that, until he met you. The thought brought a genuine smile to his face as he navigated the wet streets. He glanced at you briefly, his expression serious. "I don't know, to be honest," he admitted. "Maybe it's because you're different, and I didn't want to ruin what we had. I know I can be an ass sometimes, but that's not all there is to me."

You studied him for a moment, seeing a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn't noticed before. "I appreciate you apologizing," you said sincerely.

When you arrived home, the rain had settled, but the air was cooler than earlier. "Thank you so much again, Javier," you said, and he shook his head gently.

"It's nothing," he answered. "If you allow me to recommend something, you should report him to Messina," he stated.

"I don't want problems..." you began, but he adjusted himself in his seat to leaned in closer, his expression becoming more earnest.

"I understand not wanting problems, but what happened tonight wasn't okay. Diego crossed a line, and he shouldn't get away with it. Reporting him is the right thing to do, I'll back you up."

You considered his words, knowing he was right. "I'll think about it," you finally replied.

"That's all I'm asking," Javier said, his concern for your safety evident in his eyes. "Does he know where you live?" You nodded, now concerned to remember that fact.

Javier leaned forward to reach the glove compartment. You could feel the warmth of his hands on your knee, but he didn't touch you. He took out a notepad and a pen to write his name and landline number, then handed it to you. "If you ever feel insecure or even if he appears right here, don't hesitate to call me. Day or night."

You accepted the paper with a grateful smile, touched by Javier's genuine concern for your safety. "Thank you, Javier. I hope I won't have to use it, but it's good to know you're there."

He nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Take care, okay? And don't worry about Messina. She'll have your back."

With a final wave, you stepped out of the truck, and Javier waited until you safely entered your building before driving away. As you climbed the stairs to your apartment, you couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events that had brought you closer to Javier Peña again, a man with a reputation that didn't quite match the caring and protective side you had seen tonight.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It wasn't the first time Javier lay on his bed and couldn't stop thinking about you. It wasn't the first time his wandering hands slid down his body and got lost inside his boxers, neither.

He just couldn't stop thinking about the shape of your lips and the way every single dress that you ware suits you so fine every time.

Maybe it was wrong to masturbate thinking of you, but he couldn't help get hard when his mind drive itself to that kind of thoughts.

Javier cursed as he reached for his nightstand and took out the bottle of lube he kept with his condoms. He applied it on his hand and covered his already hard cock, massaging up and down, as his mind played he most sensual scenes about you.

Oh, the things he would do to you. Javier would navigate your body, placing wet kisses all over you until he stopped on your sweet pussy and start licking your vulva and sucking on your clit. He would have you screaming his name. «Javi, Javi...», he would drag you to the edge, begging to cum on his mouth. Javier would use one, two, even three of his thick fingers to fuck you as you release your sweet honey on his tongue. Then, you will beg him to have his cock ball deep into your cunt.

Javier would like to have you on your fours, your nice ass up just for him as he fingering you again to keep your pussy dripping, soaking wet for him.

Then, he would give you want you deserve for being such a good girl for him. He would grab your hair between his fingers and pull it while his cock spread your inner walls. Your eyes rolling back, your breasts bouncing with every thrust as he whisper the filthiest things to your ears.

«You're such a nice girl, taking my dick so fuckin' well»

«Your pussy feel so good clenching around my cock»

«I'm gonna fill you with my cum, baby, te voy a marcar como mía. Eres mía.»

And you will cry out his name, over and over again until you come all over his cock. Your little pussy dripping his semen and your clit throbbing.

But he won't let you rest. No, he won't have enough of you. He would make you cum at least two more times, different positions, same pleasure.

«Just like that, Javi» you would cry, words fill with ecstasy. «¡No pares, Javi! Soy toda tuya.»

Then you would sleep on his chest, your delicate arms around his torso as he brush your hair with his fingers until he fall asleep too.

Javier masturbate with that thought until he came over his belly, whispering your name to the cold air.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Hemmy's Recommendation List - Master List

Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier Peña. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune

This is my first-ever recommendation list and I am trying to figure out the best format.

These are fics that I have read and enjoyed. I am sure there are many more out there that I have yet to discover. If you have any suggestions, please comment so we can all add them to our 'to be read' lists.

Self-plug: if you need a beta reader or want help with Spanish for the ones who write Javi P and Frankie, hit me up!

Disclaimer:

These creators are putting out content for free and do not have to cater to your personal preferences or expectations of how this or that character should be written.

You are not forced to read through it. Feel free to abandon a series or one-shot halfway through if it is not working for you.

If a creator has not explicitly asked for feedback for their work, keep your opinion to yourself. If they are open to feedback, mind your fucking manners.

Heed warnings and tags, if you don't like soft!Javi, don't read anything with that tag. It is THAT simple. Apply that logic to everything else that is not to your taste.

Warnings and tags on each fic. Read at your discretion. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume.

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales Javier Peña - Part 1 Javier Peña - Part 2 Joel Miller

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[onmysluttyknees]

Masterlist.

All my fics are rated E 18+ MDNI.

Coming soon:

Peña & Prada - Mini series.

Series:

Stockholm's Syndrome - Dave York & reader - Completed. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Good For You - Frankie & Reader & Pope - Completed. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Drabble - Waking up

One Shots:

Need - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

Dream - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

Rail me - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

The restaurant - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

Sunday - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

The MET - Pedro Pascal x Reader

In the car - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Behind the car - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Rough - Javier Peña x Reader

Movie - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

On my knees - Javier Peña x Reader.

The script - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Can't Get Over You - Peña x Reader

Obey - Pedro Pascal x Reader - Comming soon.

Collaborations:

A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee.

A Series of Firsts - Pedro x Oscar Chapter 1 - First Taste Chapter 2 - First Touch Chapter 3 - Primer Amanecer (First Sunrise) Chapter 4 - First Lesson Chapter 5 - First Reversal Chapter 6 - Comming soon

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[kaira-diaries]

One More Night:

Note: one shot is also available on Wattpad under my account Kairadiaries for those who prefer it.

Warning: violence / character death / blood / gun use / bullet wounds / language

Pair: javi x f!character

Summary: you're hired for a job at the embassy with Javi, but make one life threatening mistake.

••••

"I think..I think he's dead."

"You think?" Javier scowled with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

You made a massive fuck up.

You were supposed to interview the guy. Gacha, you think was his name, use your trust worthy interview voice with a pen and paper copying everything down. Keep it low key, beat around the bush and read from the card of questions the ambassador approved. But no. No. You knew you blew it once the man perked up in his seat. You asked your own unapproved question, must have been a little too specific, considering the man threw himself from the balcony, punching a dent into the hood of Javier's truck.

You observed the body in silence, unsure of what to say to Javier. You only shy away from him and his intimidating demeanor. You'd never get used to it that's for sure. Though, right now what you're worried about was the ambassador. Javier had stuck his neck out for you and argued with the woman to give this opportunity to you. You were a newly surfaced interviewer, unseen and unknown. He'd insisted on using you and it was a foolproof plan until you blew it.

"We are so fucked." Javier raised his voice, rolling the disfigured body on its back. The sound of broken glass made your face scrunch up as tears threatened to fall.

"We're going to have to call for back up, and inform the ambassador."

"What – what will she do?" Jav couldn't tear his eyes from the body and it's disturbing angle.

"Who knows, y/n. We'll be in the doghouse that's for fucking sure. All I asked was for you to follow the questions, the approved questions." That's when he ripped his eyes from the body, glaring at you.

"I – I..I'm sorry." You whispered as your cheeks began to salt with tears. He only shook his head, instructing you to divert the crowd of civilians that amassed on the sidewalk, while he made a few phone calls.

The heat on its own weighed you down, though you found it strenuous to breathe from the massive blame pressing against your shoulders.

____

"Does someone want to tell me what the fuck happened?" You had almost jumped. The walls rattled from her anger. Javi hadn't looked at you once since you both returned. He sat beside you, playing with the flawed fabric of his tie. Forgiveness wouldn't be in the cards for you if he lost his job.

"Well?" She urged.

"I-I just wanted to do what was asked. I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry."

"We run this Embassy on a tight leash, y/n. We are being scrutinized, not only by Escobar, but the entire country itself. Our missteps affect us all, and many are interested to see just how far we'll go to get to the other side of this case and today will reflect incredibly poorly on us. Gacha? Off fucking limits in the cartel. In any other circumstance this would be a break through, but right now? Not. Fucking. Good. For any of us. Through the public eye this will be an onslaught or organized trickery on an innocent man."

The ambassador takes a seat, fingers massaging the exhaustion in her eyes. " Y/n what were you thinking?"

Your cheeks are feverish, "I don't know." You admit. You intend to speak out more, but your tongue is frozen, and Javi chimes in. "So what do we do, what's the plan here?"

"We do nothing, agent. We leave it in the hands of the narcos. As far as the public is concerned, the man was indeed innocent, with no ties to the cartel. Just a rich investor. If Escobar makes a move, we'll be free to hit him again. As for the innocent man that will be entirely unlike."

You sit motionlessly, head down, and out of the conversation.

The Ambassador blows out a breath of air as if it was the first time she's breathed over the course of this conversation. "Every agent will be on alert. An order should be released later today. In the meantime, you should head home before I change my mind about holding onto your badges for a little while. Lock down your apartment, close all the shades, and keep the lights off. Hell, book a hotel room if you want, either way, I'll send some men to keep a close perimeter. Just take the rest of the week off."

"What about Murphy?" Javi's partner, of course. The two are inseparable. A true brotherly relationship.

"He'll be just fine in his own. Paperwork shouldn't be a burden for him. Your main concern is keeping y/n out of sight. Your door could be beaten down at any instant with the flash of a gun barrel to her head."

You should be worried about that last part, except a kick of relief washes through you at the fact that Murphy, on his own, would be safe for the rest of this week.

You take this opportunity of silence to pull out your recorder and notepad from the interview, placing it on the wooden desk. You drop your wrists quickly, hoping to hide their tremor. "From the interview," you mumbled as she grabs both, flipping through your pages.

"You're dismissed," she answers, speaking to both of you, eyes still glued to the ink.

____

"I should have never brought you into this." Javier shares. The car ride home had been silent, until now, with twenty minutes still to go.

"It's not like I meant to, Javier. Surely you know that?" He lights a cigarette, steering the car with his knee for a moment or two. You always hated that.

"Of course, I know that. I'm not.. angry with you, y/n." He says, cigarette between his teeth.

"Right." You lean on your elbow, staring out the car window. You don't believe him, not with the way he reacted this morning. Though, you think on how else he could react. Give you comfort? Reassuring words, cooing that it's not your fault? No. Javier wouldn't. Not with something that was this important because it is your fault.

"I mean I was, but.." he pauses. You feel his gaze before a warm palm squeezes the pillowy flesh of your thigh. "Hey," he calls. You turn, drawn to the delightful change in his voice, and the scent of his cigarette. "I was angry, of course, I was. But I understand, y/n. You saw an opportunity to get more Intel, even if it was premature. It doesn't matter because you were thinking like me."

You could see the warmth radiating from his brown eyes. The aviators are unable to neutralize such fervency. You nod at him, sliding your hand onto his, locking it against your thigh.

"I mean, did we nearly lose our jobs? Probably. Are you number one on Escobars kill list? Probably. Is it my fault? Probably." He shrugs, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"I'm the one that fucked up, not you? You stuck your neck out for me, got me a job at the embassy and I just...I fucked up." You couldn't think of any other way to put it. You fucked up. It's as simple as that. You wouldn't allow Javi to to blame himself.

"Okay, well how about we don't play the finger pointing game and just eat some dinner, yeah?"

Javier pulls the car into a concealed parking spot, different from your usual spot. He grabbed your bag from the backseat, stepping out the car and circling to the other side to you.

It, for some reason, brought you back.

You thought of the night you met Javi. It was a nice dinner, your friend Connie, Steve's wife, had invited you. You sat across from her, Steve sat beside her, and Javier was in the chair next to you, absolutely grilling you. You couldn't remember quite what it was about, but you remember the wrath you felt. Vexation was clearly his strong suit. You couldn't tell if he was being playful or straight up just being a dick. Either way, you had a bad taste in your mouth after being around him.

It was almost enough to keep you from learning just how creative and brave he was.

Steve had eventually told you the stories of how vigorous his plans were.

Raids we're successful because of Javi and its what makes him one of the best in the embassy to this day.

You couldn't help but ask yourself ..

Did you ruin that?

Make him look like a fool in love? Make him look soft?

A large hand waved in your face. "Where'd you go, huh?"

You blinked twice, eyes back in focus, finding his focusing back on you.

"Just lost in thought, I guess." You tucked a red wavy strand of hair behind your ear and he leans in giving you a sweet kiss, helping you out of the truck.

____

"Do you have any sevens?"

"Go fish, pretty girl."

It was past midnight in Colombia, yet the streets were loud with pride.

Javier and you downed a bottle of wine and a box of cookies baked and gifted to you from Connie. You made an effort to sleep after dinner, was even enticed by Javi, but your mind was too loud and your bed was frigid. A little too cold to be ordinary. It was a bizarre feeling and awfully foreign, leaving you with an uneasy sensation. Javi sensed it of course, and toted you off into to the living room, making sure to gather his fortuitous deck of playing cards and the bottle of red wine that was currently hollow. He even found blankets and gave his word to stay up and play cards until you were exhausted.

You whined, snatching yet another card. Who knew Javi would beat you at a damned child's game. He had a pompous smirk on his face while observing you.

You merely giggled as your cheeks reddened with color from his watch.

You worshiped witnessing Javi like this. So..homely. His hair is unkept and fluffy, a remarkable compliment to his brown eyes. He wore a black nightshirt and pajama pants. He was soothed, and his guard was down. His customary harsh and strong-arm articulation, reduced to a delicate sculpture. You could just paint the breathtaking portrait in your head; a life with Javier, a family with him. It was a beautiful romance and one that'd be ultimately conceivable.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" He says.

You smile, "Just lost in thought." You answer. His lips stretch into a sweet smile. One of the great secrets of Javier Peña; his striking smile.

"Do you remember, back in Texas last year when we were having dinner with my mother?"

He nods. "On her farm, right? The Fourth of July?"

"Yes. And she wouldn't be quiet about the nights her and I spent together, playing cards and drinking chocolate milk." You giggle at the thought. "I don't think I understood what it meant for her until now. I mean, I was just a kid and was happy to be there with her, but she needed it. A time to just get away from what troubled her. To get away from her mistakes and be with somebody she cherished." You glanced at Javier.

"I thought this would be a promising diversion. We both made mistakes today and I just, I didn't want you to crumble. I'm so sorry, y/n for dragging you into this mess. I wasn't thinking like I should have. I knew the risks, and.."

"No no no, this was my decision." You grab his jaw and draw his gaze back to yours. "My choice. Okay? I'm the one, that after two years of watching you work, disobeyed direct orders. I should have been smarter than I was." His eyes are unsure but yours are opposing. Your strong gaze turns to mush, knowing he'd never be okay with this. Instead of words, you just lean in communicating with a kiss.

It's strange to you how much a person can enable you to forget your troubles. You were caught in this endearing moment with him and obviously, he was too, because once an intense grief, scalding and unbearable, shot through your shoulder, a flip had quickly switched in Javier's expression as he pulled back and it terrified you.

Really terrified you.

Everything, from that moment on, began to move fast.

I guess that's what happens when you're about to possibly die.

You remember the blood pouring from your shoulder, keeling over onto the floor in agony. Javier's eyes are in an unreachable rage and sorrow as he grabs you as gently as possible, pulling you behind the couch. Your body was in shock, the bullet surely hitting something essential in your shoulder from the portion of blood you were losing. Javier, shifting you so your back is to him examines for an exit wound. You barely hear the agonizing scream you release. "I know, pretty girl, I know!"He enunciated. Finding exactly what he was looking for, Javi fit your head in his lap. It was evident there was nowhere else to go unless we both wanted to be punctured with bullets. As the bullets continued to fly, each bang deafening you by the second, Javier moved fast, grabbing his gun from the coffee table. You dared to look down, finding Javiers blood-stained shirt, finding your wound and it's a gruesome attribute.

With mastery, he aims with unstable hands up over the couch directly into enemies' sight. Speaking of sight, yours begins to spin, and you sense the loss of strength in your limbs as you pull at his shirt, giving into the darkness.

In your unconscious state, Jav had run out of bullets quicker than you could even speak the word. After all it was just him against a crew of men that had a hell of a lot more cover and yet a handful were put down with ease. It's then that the ambassador's men show, along with Steve. Connie sprints to your side and remains there. With both Javier and Connie keeping pressure on your wound they bitterly waited for a medic.

Javier hadn't known what to do.

So he pleaded.

Not only to you but to the gods above for another day with you, another night with you. He had implored, with your blood on his hands and shirt. He had prayed for one more night, knowing damn well he wouldn't get one as you took your final breath leaving him with a shattered universe and an immense arch of vindication.

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[loquaciousferret]

I could totally see Javi using his handcuffs on you and getting rough with you when you get mouthy with him because he’s gone a lot for work and you’re lonely 🤭

Ugh dude this thought sent me fucking feral… I had to write something about it immediately. I want him to be my slutty cop boyfriend so bad.

I tried to keep my response to this short and safe to say that didn’t happen so here we go lol I took this and ran with it

All Work, No Play

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ for smut. Unprotected sex, rough sex, use of handcuffs/restraints, pet names, angry(ish) sex, roleplay. Spanking. Maybe more so read at your own risk!

Word Count: 1.5k

Taglist: @silkiers @tightjeansjavi

You heard the key turning in the lock and then Javier’s distinct footsteps as he entered the apartment.

You checked the clock in the corner of your laptop as you continued typing away. 11:14PM.

He called your name and you ignored him, your attention remaining on what you were working on. He found his way to you quickly anyway where you sat at the kitchen table that doubles as your office space in your small apartment.

“s’there any dinner?” He grunts, pouring himself a whisky.

You don’t look up as you respond, flatly. “There was. Three hours ago.”

You can feel his eyes burning into you, but you don’t meet them. The only sounds in the room are of him sipping at his drink and you typing.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m sorry that Escobar didn’t consider your dinner plans when he decided to kill some of my men today. I’ll make sure he consults you first next time.” You hate when his tone drips with sarcasm like this. You knew what you signed up for with Javi and his work, but it shouldn’t mean that you were never allowed to be disappointed about how little time you got with your fiancé.

“Funny, Peña.” You finally flick your gaze up to take him in. His eyes are dark.

“Don’t call me that.” He says through gritted teeth.

You slam the lid of your laptop closed, knowing you won’t be able to concentrate again with you and Javier at each others throats.

“Or what?” You defy.

“Listen cariño,” He begins. He smiles and it seems warm at first but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. He has finished off his first whisky already and is pouring a second. “You only know Javi. You wouldn’t want to get to know Agent Peña.”

“Actually, if this Agent Peña knows how to treat a woman, I think you ought to introduce me.”

Before you can decide whether this last comment was a terrible idea and a step too far, he has finished his drink in one swift gulp, closed the distance between you with two confident strides, and is ripping you out of your chair, lifting you and placing you down again so you are perched on the kitchen table.

“He doesn’t really deal with women unless they are suspects or whores. Which are you?” He growls in your ear.

You clench your thighs together. You curse whatever faulty part of your brain is making you extremely horny instead of jarred by hearing your fiancée talk like this.

“Well I’m certainly not a whore.” You whisper.

“Hm.” He murmurs, nodding, his face still so close to you that the motion tickles.

In a swift and clearly practiced motion, he has flipped you round and is pressing you into the edge of the table. Then, cool metal slips around both of your wrists, tighter and tighter until you can barely wriggle your hands.

You briefly wonder what has gotten into Javi. This is not something you have ever done together. He doesn’t mix work and pleasure anymore, not with you. It had lost all appeal for him. Or so you thought.

His rock-hard erection straining in his jeans against you snaps you quickly out of these thoughts and back into the moment.

You wiggle your ass, rubbing against him and he grabs the handcuffs and pulls, making them dig into your wrists. You whine at the not entirely unpleasant pain.

“Don’t fucking move.” He hisses into your ear. “Try anything funny and you’ll regret it.”

You are surprised at how much this turns you on. Javi does a good job separating his work persona from the side of himself he gives you. The man in command of you now couldn’t be further from your doting partner. But you like it.

“I think,” he says, “this arrangement will work for us both. Maybe teach you not to get caught up in the wrong crowd again.”

He maintains a tight grip on the handcuffs with one hand and is unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from his jeans with the other. He roughly grabs at the tight yoga pants you are wearing and tears them down your legs until they bunch around your ankles. He spreads your thighs as much as possible in this position with one strong hand, before sliding a finger through your dripping wet folds.

“You dirty girl. You wanted this, didn’t you?” He teases, rubbing at your wetness with more force.

“Mmhmm.” You agree, the affirmation coming out as a breathy moan.

“If you take my cock well enough, I won’t tell anyone about what you’ve done. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please Javi.” You moan. This earns you a harsh slap to your ass cheek and you yelp.

“Who do you think you are talking to?”

“I’m sorry, Agent Peña. Yes. I can take it.”

“That’s it.” He praises, his tone low and husky. He slips a couple of fingers inside you, working them in and out, curling them to reach the most pleasurable spots. “Show me some respect. It will make this easier on you.”

He lets go of the handcuffs and you relax onto the cold wood beneath you, laying your chest flat against the surface of the table. He removes his fingers but the sensation is quickly replaced with his large tip nudging at your entrance.

He stills for a second. You go to turn round to look at him, wondering why he has hesitated and you find him taking his shirt off. Then, suddenly he plunges into you right to the hilt at full force.

You cry out at the feeling.

“You told me you could take it.” He grunts, piercing you with full force thrusts.

“Y-Yes.” You moan out. “I can take it, Agent. Please don’t stop.”

The table creaks as he continues to plow into you. You strain against the handcuffs. He enjoys watching you like this and he regrets not having tried it with you sooner.

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans and cries fill the apartment, probably audible from the hallway and the neighbouring properties. Neither of you care. It was the first sex you had had all week. His schedule made it hard to ever get enough of each other.

He pulls out and turns you onto your back, you wrap your legs around his waist. He gropes at your tits roughly, slapping, pinching and squeezing them as he fucks you into the table. It moves across the tiled floor slightly due to the force. With your arms pinned behind you, the handcuffs dig into you, and you arch your back to get away from them.

“Does it hurt?” He grumbles.

“Yes, Sir.” You whine.

“Good.” He says back. He moves one hand to play with your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. This sensation distracts you from the pain of the metal biting into your skin.

It doesn’t take long before you can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. You had been touch-starved all week and that only made it easier for him to pleasure you.

“Tell me who makes you feel this good?” He demands.

“Ah-“ You try to speak and only a cry of pleasure escapes you.

“Answer me.” He snaps, lightly slapping your clit. The sensation sends tingles rushing through your whole body. He sees your reaction and does it again.

“Y-You, Agent.” You struggle to get out. “Only you, Agent Peña.”

“That’s right.” He rubs your clit again, faster and with more force. The friction is close to sending you over the edge.

“Don’t cum yet.” He warns. “Together.”

You bite your lip and nod. His hands move to your hips and he slams you down onto his cock, each thrust hits the deepest part of you and you struggle to hold back, clenching around him, becoming impossibly tight as you concentrate on withholding your release.

His thrusts falter and he grunts loudly, then demands “Cum for me. Now, baby.”

You focus on your pleasure and you let go, your legs tensing up around him, holding him closer inside you. He spills into you with a string of curses falling from his lips.

“Jesus.” He says, and pulls out with a hiss.

He lifts you up towards him by his shoulders, holding you close. He searches in his jacket pocket which is strewn over a nearby chair, retrieving the key and unlocking the handcuffs, tossing them aside. They clatter loudly where they land.

You know the moment is over and your Javi is back when he tenderly strokes your hair with one hand, presses a kiss to your forehead, and rubs your wrists with his other large, warm palm. “I have the rest of the weekend off. I’ll take you out to dinner tomorrow, hm?”

You smile and nuzzle closer into his bare chest, tightening your arms around him into a hug. “Thank you, Agent Peña”

He tuts at you and pulls away, grinning. “Don’t get me going again, girl.”

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[pedrostylez]

Before Mi Luz

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.6k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, pet names… NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: This is the prologue to my first writing “Mi Luz” with Javi and reader. There's some context and then a dirty ending…if I have misspelled anything or whatever please tell me omg

You were carrying your box of personal items, ready for your job to start. Did you know any Spanish? No. Did you know anyone that you were working with? No. But…they had recruited you for your organization and for your ability to remember things, and that alone gave you some confidence that you didn’t originally have.

Your first day would have gone off without any issues if you hadn’t bumped into the first person you saw as soon as you entered the building. It was the damn heels you thought you had to wear, but after today you would make the argument that you were more efficient without them. No one was hurt, but you were startled, and as you went to apologize a gruff voice said “watch it.”, which you would come to find out later was Peña. You scoffed, and continued on to your office that you had been shown the previous day. That must have been the only time you would see him…right? The embassy was big, and for all you knew, you would never see him again. 

You had never yelled at anyone before-not like this. Sure, maybe at your younger sister when she stole something from your room, or at your dad when he had drank too much and hurt your mom, but you really truly weren’t like this. You were infuriated beyond measure, to the point of almost crying. And you knew plenty of people who cried when they were angry, but you weren’t one of them. You stood your ground, said your piece, and it would end there-someone would be declared a winner. Even when they tried to stoop low and make you hurt, say things that normal people wouldn’t say, you never lost your cool. 

But fighting with Peña was different. He was in your space, fucking around with your files when you had gone on lunch, and now you were screaming at each other. He was stooping lower than anyone else you had ever met, grinding every gear and just getting under your skin. Couldn’t he leave well enough alone?

Peña didn’t know how it started at all-he had come in here to ask you a question and you were missing. He waited 10 minutes exactly, until 1 pm when lunch ended for administrative staff, and when you didn’t return he started rifling through what he assumed would give him answers. Of course, it didn’t, and so he started opening more boxes. 

He didn’t hear you come in, because unlike the other girls in the office you wore either flats or tennis shoes. He teased you about it, seeing as it was not considered protocol, but you didn’t like it when he spoke to you and he didn’t necessarily get why. 

And now you were screaming at him and he was matching your energy. He needed intel and you weren’t here, what was he supposed to do? Let them get away?

You were arguing that he could have fucking called you, or had gone to the cafeteria where you had your lunch. But how the hell was he supposed to know that? Was he supposed to crawl around on his knees and wander around and beg you to help? 

He could see the fire behind your eyes, almost as if you were blacking out this argument, and it only fueled him more. You wanted to be angry? He could be just as angry. 

And when Murphy came in to break it up, Peña was pushed out of the room and heard muffled sobs. Man, had he really been that aggressive? But you started it! He could hear Murphy cooing at you to calm you down, telling you that Peña was wrong to speak to you that way. He was asking you what Peña had asked you-for the exact same intel. The way that you blindly gave it to Murphy so that only a few minutes later that blonde-headed asshole came out into the hallway to shake his head at Peña and shove the file in his chest, made Peña wonder what your deal was. 

Today was rough on multiple levels. Everything was out of place,  Peña and Murphy needed way more intel than you could provide, and to top it all off they had caught one of Escobar's closest henchmen.

Your hair was starting to frizz. The door to the embassy and into the office and therefore into your basement back room had been opened so many times that the humidity felt like it was drowning you. You picked your shirt off your chest, trying to create some airflow as you exited the bathroom directly across from the archives.

Bumping into Peña was always a hassle, just like the first time. Today it had been happening over and over because of how much information he needed, but in general, you avoided him. Murphy was nicer, smoother with talking to women since he actually had a wife, but blunt enough that he didn't waste time.  Peña on the other hand...

You could see why the girls in the office liked him-his jaw, the puppy dog eyes he used when he wanted something...but that was all he had. And he didn’t use the puppy dog eyes on you. Speaking to him wasn't typically pleasant, and you came to find out by listening to the men in the office that he really only paid for sex. It would explain why when he was talking to women in the office he relied on his eyes and talked lowly rather than with any charisma. You were thankful that he didn’t find it worth his time to try his hand at seducing you.

When he bumped into you again as you exited the bathroom, you had to hold your tongue. Was it really that difficult to see where he was going? "We got 'em." He said breathlessly, a small smirk coming to his lips as he looked at you shaking your shirt for some sort of cool air.

"Oh, that's great." You were sure you sounded monotone, but after the length of this day you didn't really care to be polite.

"It's uh...it's because of your archives of previous intel." He stated, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Why is it so damn hot in here?"

"People keep opening the door and letting out my cold basement air." You grumbled. It sounded like  Peña was trying to thank you for helping, but you weren't going to assume that. If he wanted to thank you, then he would, but since he hadn’t ever before, you doubted it.

 Peña's lips ticked up in the corner again. "Murphy sent me to invite you out for drinks with the rest of the office since it was because of you." He breathed, placing his hands on his hips.

You glanced at his shirt that seemed to have no buttons working, practically open to his navel with sweat covering his throat and collarbones. Eyes shooting back up to his face seeing his smirk deepening, you thought that maybe this was why others in the office swooned-that damn smirk.

"I appreciate it, but I am not sure I am going to go." You sighed, moving away from him and going back to the archives room where the air was still damp but cooler. He followed you, tilting his head as he held open the door. "Either come in or don't  Peña, stop holding open the door."

"You really want me to disappoint Murphy? And his wife?" Peña saw you eye him, and it was the first time he ever caught you. Maybe your walls were starting to come down after the year and a half you had worked with him and Murphy, and maybe he could get you to open up like Murphy got you to. In a way he was jealous that Murphy and his wife had such a good relationship with you-but he didn’t try too hard either. 

"I'm not sure that is all that new  Peña." You smirked, picking up files that had been used today and placing them back on their appropriate shelf.

 Peña scoffed at your dig at him. You were starting to make jokes at his expense, which he assumed was a good sign. He knew how tidy you kept this room, knowing every piece of information down to the letter and where it belonged. Most of the time Murphy would ask you a question regarding a member of the cartel and you could rattle off the answer before providing the file as proof. It was like you were their own personal library that they could press a button and the answers would appear.

He realized now that it was why you had gotten so upset with him and had a screaming match with him all those months ago. He never apologized to you, and just let Murphy do the talking.

But you were always sharp-tongued with  Peña. Murphy joked that you preferred blondes over brunettes, but  Peña saw the way you looked at him just now, and noted that it probably wasn’t the first time. It was like you wanted to know more, but wasn't willing to because of how much you hated him. Maybe you wanted to keep your job secure and not risk a hate fuck-others in the office weren't too worried about their job. He never had to work hard to get someone to fuck him. And if in the case that no one wanted to, he would go find "intel" of his own and pay for it, which typically meant he had to talk to you the next day to update you on a file or add information to one.

He could see your jaw ticking every time he came in the next day, smelling slightly of another girl's perfume as you noted down the information he gathered. Always silent, staring at his chin or his neck instead of his eyes. He didn't know how to win you over, but upsetting you was sometimes just as good.

He sighed, closing the door behind him as he walked away. He wasn't really keen on going to this celebration either. It was unusually hot today, and it wasn't like they caught Escobar himself. Sure, it was someone close to him, but he didn't want to celebrate too soon. The only way he was planning on going was if you were, if not to just annoy you and watch how you were when you relaxed.

He heard stories from the girls that would gather around a desk at lunchtime to chat about their weekend, and he knew that you could have a good time. He had just yet to see it. And he wanted to-desperately.

A deep sigh left your lips as you shut the archives door behind you, locking it and sliding the key into your purse. Somehow you had become the key holder, and you didn't mind it. You stayed later, and didn't trust one of the other workers to not mess up the organization system you had carefully crafted for the embassy.

Trudging up the stairs and breaking a sweat as a wave of heat hit your face, you glanced over to the pit-where all the officers desks were-and saw most of the lights off. Only one remained, cigarette in the air almost to it's end.  Peña's eyes shot up to yours, seeing that you were watching him. "Heading to the bar?"

You scoffed, shaking your head and walking towards the front door. "No, I am going to go home and take a cold shower."

"Wait-"  Peña put out the cigarette and quickly stood up, grabbing his jacket that had his keys in it. "I'll walk you out."

"You don't need to do that, I am typically here alone when leave anyways." Him asking to walk you out stopped you in your tracks. You couldn't tell if he had ulterior motives or if he was just being polite. Why was he all of a sudden being nice to you?

"I'm heading home too." He laughed, walking up to your side and pausing with you. "It's not as sweet of a victory until Escobar goes down."

You nodded, motioning to the door and beginning your trek to your car. It wasn't a long walk, but it was likely to be hot and you would need to take a few breaks. You didn't get the front parking spot typically, seeing as you worked in archives and weren't leaving during the day like the agents were. It made you thankful that you made the switch to sneakers early on, and didn’t have sores on the back of your feet like some of the ladies. 

 Peña walked beside you, slowing his stride enough to see which direction you were headed. His car was parked up front, now next to empty spots but typically next to Murphy's. "Where is your car?"

He followed your point, seeing that you were going to walk around 10 minutes uphill before you would reach your car. "I don't get VIP parking Peña." You laughed-he had never heard you laugh. He watched you start to walk away, giving the smallest of waves and he knew that something in the air was different tonight. He wanted to hear you laugh again. 

"Let me drive you over there then." He blurted, stomping out his cigarette and placing his sunglasses on his face. He wanted you to say yes, and he felt like he could persuade you easily. 

His offer surprised you, making you turn around and look at him. "What? No, it's fine." The sun was at the wrong angle and you had to shade your eyes, seeing his pink shirt had slight sweat marks on the collar. 

He smirked, pointing his thumb at his Jeep. "I have air conditioning, and that way you don’t have to sweat the whole way over."

He knew he had you willing when you stood stock still and tilted your head, looking at his car. It was a tempting offer…

And you didn’t say anything besides walk carefully over to the passenger side of his car. He was still shocked, having to move quickly to unlock it so that you didn’t change your mind last minute. He slid into his seat, immediately starting the engine and blasting the air to get it 

moving. 

You both sat in his car for a couple minutes, staring at his radio as he changed the channel until he found something he liked while the air began to cool down and you could feel yourself start to relax. The air felt nice, and his car was much quicker than yours at making the air cool. “Is your car new?”

He glanced at you, leaning back in his seat. “It’s a couple years old, but yeah I bought it new.” He took in how you leaned back, the air making your shirt move in its gusts against your chest, and how your hands weren’t clutching your bag so tight. “Do you make that walk every day?”

You nodded, laughing lightly again. “I already told you-I’m just archives Peña, I don’t get special treatment like you and Steve.” 

Not only did you laugh but he heard how you called Murphy by his first name and it irritated him. Had he really not gotten to know you that much? “You can call me by my first name too, you know.”

You scoffed, shifting in your seat and crossing your arms. “I don’t know you well enough Peña, to be calling you anything besides that.”

He forgot why he was irritated, because how you crossed your arms made your chest look…amazing. He knew he was staring too long, but in a way he wanted you to know that he found you attractive, especially since you and him didn’t seem to get along. Maybe you would be sweeter on him if you knew he found you physically attractive. 

“Eyes up here asshole.” You snapped, rolling your eyes and sitting back straight. “Are you going to drive me to my car or what?”

Well…that didn’t work. “Yeah I’ll drive you over.” He mumbled, wondering how he could get under your skin without starting a screaming match. “You just…that shirt is really nice.” He rolled his eyes at himself-that was lame as hell. 

But he got to hear you laugh again, and while he didn’t understand you, he liked hearing you happy. It made him feel like jell-o on the inside, and it was an ego boost to have you smiling because of him after so long of you not. “I think you were just looking at my tits, Peña.”

That made him choke and cough a little. “You have a mouth on you?” He let out an exasperated laugh, pulling up to your lonesome car and parking beside it so you could get out and slide into your drivers seat. 

“I’m surprised you thought I didn’t.” 

“I wouldn’t mind seeing more of what it could do.”

That was bold. You had never heard him be so bluntly flirty, seeing as any time you over heard him trying to pick up one of the office workers it was much more “want to go to the bathroom with me?” which didn’t sound like an appealing come on. You blinked at him, both of you exchanging looks for what felt like minutes. 

He knew he fucked up. Somehow he let the thought slip out of his mouth and now he was holding his breath for your reaction. He meant to say something stupid to see you laugh again, but instead came out this vulgar come on that wasn’t untrue, but not what he intended. “Um-I’m sorry I didn’t…it just slipped out.”

You glanced back down to his neck, watching his pulse pick up speed and how even with the cold air in his car it was still slick with sweat. He was nervous, and for some reason that was endearing to you. “I can do a few things…with my mouth.”

His eyes widened glancing to your eyes and then your lips and then your chest. Was he asleep at his desk? Did he fall asleep on the drive home? Was he drunk? “Yeah? Like what?” God he was pushing the limits right now. 

And suddenly you reach out and grabbed the back of his head and licked up his neck from his collarbone to his jaw. And the obscene sound that left his mouth spurred you on to do it again but end with biting his ear. 

 Peña was losing his mind. There was no way this was real. He reached out and grabbed the back of your head, pulling on your hair to detach you from his ear. You hissed, pushing back on his hand. “You want this? Here?”

You suddenly knew why the girls swooned for him. When he was in the moment with you, the breathlessness of his words, the timber of his voice made you buzz in his seat. With the cool air still blowing, the sun setting behind the building you both worked in, you nodded your head. “I could use a destress. Is that okay?”

He had to stop himself from exploding on the spot. You wanted to fuck him? Use him as your toy to unwind from the stressfulness of the job? He was on board for that. He pulled away from you, removing his hand from your head, killing the engine and getting out of the car quickly.  He walked around to the passenger side, opening your door and almost pulling you out too hard. “Get in the back seat.”

You felt yourself get wet, hopping into the back seat with his hand on your ass as he followed you in. The idea of fucking Peña had crossed your mind a few times, but you weren’t going to act on them until today when he said those words to you. No one had to know, right?

You flipped around as he grabbed your legs to slot himself between your thighs, pressing his erection to your center and pulling your skirt up. He leaned down to your neck and gave it the same treatment you gave his, biting your jaw at the end. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting you.” He groaned, palming the part of your ass that hung over his seat, kissing at your collar bone like his life depended on it. “What do you want baby? This is your chance to unwind, remember?”

You sighed, eye going skyward as he spoke to you. This is what you wanted after all. He was annoying as hell in the office but right now you needed him. You grabbed his hair and pulling him up to be eye level with you. “Sit up, Peña.”

He scrambled off of you, sitting up and guiding your hips to his and pulling you down so you could feel the friction of his jeans against your center. His hands reached forward to your chest, palming you and untucking your shirt from your skirt. “Fuck-”

The speed at which you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out was impressive. And what was more impressive was how quickly you sunk down on to him, pulling your panties to the side and letting him fill you to the hilt. He groaned, shocked at how quickly you sat on him, holding still and reaching around to your back to keep you steady. 

His mouth was open, sweat was dripping down his hairline as the back of your shirt was becoming see through with the heat. When he got out of the car and demanding you go to the back he had turned off the engine, and now it was like you were in a sauna. But somehow it made it better, because as you started to move Peña’s eyes closed in bliss. 

You leaned your head back, wrapping your arms around the front seats as leverage as you moved up and down on him.  Peña didn’t know if he wanted to lean back and watch you do the work or if he wanted to lean forward and lick your nipples, pull your hair, maybe thumb your clit. “You’re beautiful like this cariño.”

You moaned, opening your eyes to see him in awe of your body still covered. “We can only do this once, Peña.”

He grabbed your hip, halting your movements as he began to thrust upward and do the work. “Javier is just fine darlin’.” He pistoned into you, suddenly angry at how you wanted to keep this casual. Were you not absolutely infatuated like he was? The minute you let him touch you was like a reset in his brain-there was no way anyone else would fill his needs like you could. And the way you sat on his cock? And how he fit so snugly inside you? He refused to believe you didn’t feel it too. “We can see about this being only once baby-I think you’ll be too cock hungry, huh? Would you want to ride me again?”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes again, knuckles going white as your fingers sunk farther in to the seats. A light whimper escaped you, making Peña’s thrusts falter slightly, but he regained his rhythm and grabbed one of your arms to place your fingers on your clit. The way he spoke to you made you want to say yes, please but you held back. 

“I want you to cum on my cock and show me how much you’re enjoying this like I am. Don’t even fucking lie to me-play with your clit. Show me.” He felt out of control, almost in a completely different body with the way you fit so perfectly around him.

All the breath had left you when he spoke. This was his game. This is what kept women coming back. And there was no way you would be able to resist. 

He saw how much you liked his words, smirking and feeling accomplished. So this is what he needed to do to get you to be nice to him-fuck you into oblivion. “That’s it baby girl, you look so good like this, taking my cock. Does it feel good?” He watched you nod, throwing your head back again as your fingers slowed down. “Don’t stop, I want to feel you. Don’t wait for me honey-that’s so nice of you. This is for you. I want to see it.”

It didn’t take much longer for you to lose yourself, unable to control your moans as you began to release on him. The way you clenched around him was not what he expected, the flutter and the strong squeeze made him release too. He leaned forwarded groaning as he continued, burying his head into your chest. 

He slowed down, hot breath tickling your abdomen and fingers still clutching his front seats. His arms were wrapped around you, palms of his hands searing into your back and sides as he leaned slightly back. He wanted to tell you to come back to his place, that you could take a shower together and maybe you could show him more of your tricks with your mouth. But something sunk in him when he looked up to your eyes and how you were slowly coming out of a horny stupor. “Just sit here for a second, its ok.”

You felt panic rushing to your brain as you lifted yourself off of him quickly, making him hiss and hold on to your hips tighter. “Peña. I-shit, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t regret this, I needed this as much as you.” He said softly, desperately. He wanted to convince you to do it again. 

You looked at him and then looked out the windows of his Jeep. No one was around, and it was dark, the only light from the emergency lights surrounding the parking lot. “We can’t do this again, I really need this job-”

“No one will know, hermosa.” He was trying so hard to not be hurt by what you said, but he understood that you and he weren’t friends before this. That you had a job that you were proud of and didn’t want to risk any of it. “If you get back in the office and everyone gives you a hard time then we don’t have to do this again if you don’t want to but-” He faltered, chasing your eye line and finally grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. 

You let go of his front seat and sat up straight, hand resting on his arm that was holding your face in place. “I want to.” 

It was like cold water being poured over him when you admitted you would want to still fuck him. “I want you as much as I can have you.” Fuck he felt pathetic, completely at the mercy of you.

“One week and if no one thinks we…if I’m not completely humiliated then maybe we can-”

“You can take your stress out on me any day of the week.” It tumbled out of him, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours for a second. Any part of you he could have he would take. 

You chuckled, sliding off his lap and opening his back door. You stood up, fixing your skirt and turning around to see his cock still out going soft, completely overwhelmed. “I’ll see you next week, Javier.”

He watched you get into your car and start the engine, still not willing to move until he watched you pull away from the parking lot. He fixed his pants, stepped out the same side of the vehicle as you had, and shut the door gently. You called him by his first name and that alone felt like an improvement. Javier didn’t know what had just happened, but he knew that he couldn’t wait for the end of next week when he got to pull you close again, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to resist.

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currently watching all of Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe so i can write x Male Readers for them because GOD KNOWS WE NEED MORE M!READERS IN THIS DAMN FANDOM !!!

pssst so far I'm ready to write abt

- Whiskey (Kingsman)

- Frankie Morales

- Javier Peña

- Javi Gutierrez

- Joel Miller

- Ezra (prospect)

if any of yall gays wanna requests you can check my pinned <3

#pedro pascal #ezra prospect #javi gutierrez #javier pena #x male reader #m!reader fanfics #ezra prospect x male reader #ezra prospect x m!reader #javi Gutierrez x male reader #javier pena x male reader #last of is hbo #tlou hbo #hbo joel miller #joel miller x male reader #whiskey x male reader #agent whiskey x male reader

[cherry-holmes]

My favorite works from another authors (Pedro Pascal & Co.)

Link to the Mastelist of my own work

❤️ @creedslove

Heartless (Jack Daniels aka Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Betrayed (Pedro Pascal x f!reader)

Deserve It (Javier Peña x f!reader)

❤️ @darkroastjoel

A Save Heaven (Joel Miller x f!reader)

To Do the Right Thing (Joel Miller x f!reader)

To Hell and Back (Joel Miller x f!reader)

❤️ @from-the-clouds

Texas Sun (Joel Miller x f!reader)

❤️ @albertasunrise

Oops Baby! (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

❤️ @groguspicklejar

Beloved (Din Djarin x f!reader)

❤️ @no-droids

Rough Day ( Din Djarin x f!reader)

❤️ @musings-of-a-rose

Jump Then Fall (Javier Peña x f!reader)

❤️ @jedifarmerr

Javi's Having a Baby (Javier Peña x f!reader)

❤️ @mypoisonedvine

Tricks of the Trade (Joel Miller x f!reader) HEAVY SMUT mom don’t look

❤️ @thepascalofus

Supply Run (Din Djarin x afab!reader)

More to add coming soon🫶🏻

#pedro pascal #fanfic #din djarin #the mandalorian #joel miller #the last of us #narcos #grogu #pedropascalfanfic #pedro x reader #javier peña x reader #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin x female reader #joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal smut #javier peña smut #agent pena smut #pedro pascal fluff

[heartidylla]

started : 03/25/23

last uploaded : 05/01/23

VISION BOARD — OPEN TO REQUESTS

ೃ࿐ WARNING SIGNS

▹ smut ➪ ✿

▹ fluff ➪ ♡

▹ platonic // kid ➪ ☆

♡javier peña ;

oneshots

▹ i forgot you existed , javier peña x f!reader — feeling as if the entire office is watching your every move, javier peña comes into your life to try and ease it. | ♡ , 1.4k |

▹ high infidelity , javier peña x f!reader — javier peña informs you a little too late about his future wedding, which forces you to walk away from the love of your life. years later he continues to flirt up a storm with you, and one day you have to walk out of his life for his best interest. | ♡ , 3.2k |

▹ how you get the girl , javier peña x f!reader — javier peña screws up with you big time and had six months of pure torture to fully digest the severity of what he had put you though. one day he arrives at your doorstep asking for a second chance. | ♡ , 2.3k |

▹ cruel summer , javier peña x f!reader — one summer night you were invited to a anniversary party of one of your friends, and you begin to realize the suffocating feelings you experience around your childhood best friend, javier peña. | ♡ , 3.3k |

▹ don’t think, just feel , javier peña x f!reader — you have a rocky relationship with your dad and even more so men. your childhood person, javier peña, wants nothing more than to show you your true worth. | ✿ , 9.1k |

stories

▹ secretly his

↳ chapter one , javier x f!reader — first appearance of you and javier peña. being a famous music artist that is on tour, you find yourself attending an awards show which leads you into meeting the man himself, javier peña. | ✿ , 6.7k |

↳ chapter two , javier x f!reader — your ex comes unexpectedly to your house and causes a scene in which javier is there to assist you at the right moment where you desperately need assistance. | ♡ , 2.7k |

⟡din djarin ;

oneshots

▹ you are in love , din djarin x f!reader — you meet the mandalorian within a small towns bar and one thing leads to another and you find yourself on a journey with him and developing feelings faster than space travel itself. | ♡ , 3.5k |

▹ the story of us , din djarin x f!reader — you and the mandalorian had a spark once before; however, it ended on horrible terms. two years later, you awkwardly cross paths once again. will you two be able to rekindle the love that still lingers? | ♡ , 2.4k |

stories

▹ the bitterness behind goodbyes , din djarin x platonic!teen!reader | 1/3 | — you and your little brother, grogu, come into contact with a mandalorian. soon after he earned your trust, you allow yourself to let him into your heart. though, as you continue on your path you eventually find what you’ve been looking for, a jedi. | ☆ , 3.9k |

↳ part two , din djarin x platonic!teen!reader | 2/3 | — memories that were spent between you, grogu, and mando have been taunting you within your sleep. | ☆ , 3.0k |

❀javi gutierrez ;

oneshots

▹ state of grace , javi gutierrez x f!reader — you accidentally bump into javi within a busy street which caused his shirt to become ruined. you’re kindness sticks like honey within his mind, and soon enough you find him once more. | ♡ , 2.8k |

✃joel miller ;

oneshots

▹ evermore , joel miller x f!reader — after his first love, he never thought that he'd ever find another chance. the older he got, the more hope died out. when he first met you, you were a simple librarian who took on a motherly role to sarah who loved to listen while you read to her. she honestly just loved being in your warm presence that seemed to affect joel in some way as well. even though you may seem as if you have everything together, you're just as much of a mess as joel is and you don't exactly know how to express that to him. | , | [ coming soon ]

✑oberyn martell ;

oneshots

▹ the idylla princess , oberyn martell x innocent!f!reader — meeting in a rose bush garden, oberyn preys on you from afar before slowly inching closer to your alluring self. | ✿ , 7.8k |

⌖frankie morales ;

oneshots

☻ pedro pascal ;

oneshots

#ao3 writer #fanfic #wattpad #narcos #narcos x reader #taylor swift #din dijarin x reader #din x y/n #agent whiskey x you #javier peña x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez #javier pena smut #javier pena x reader #javier pena angst #javier pena fanfiction #din djarin x y/n #din djarin/you #oberyn x you #oberyn martel x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin/reader #pedro pascal x reader

[vivian-pascal]

(I didn't include Joel because he is most of my blog and as much I love lil Joel I have to give another character a chance since I've been writing about him for a while 🤭🤭)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedropascal #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo #marcus pike #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #frankie morales #pedro pascal fandom #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal smut

[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

Hemmy's Recommendation List | Javier Peña - Part 2

Javier Peña - Part 2

Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier Peña. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune

This is my first-ever recommendation list and I am trying to figure out the best format.

These are fics that I have read and enjoyed. I am sure there are many more out there that I have yet to discover. If you have any suggestions, please comment so we can all add them to our 'to be read' lists.

Link to Masterlist

Self-plug: if you need a beta reader or want help with Spanish for the ones who write Javi P and Frankie, hit me up!

Disclaimer:

These creators are putting out content for free and do not have to cater to your personal preferences or expectations of how this or that character should be written.

You are not forced to read through it. Feel free to abandon a series or one-shot halfway through if it is not working for you.

If a creator has not explicitly asked for feedback for their work, keep your opinion to yourself.

Heed warnings and tags, if you don't like soft!Javi, don't read anything with that tag. It is THAT simple. Apply that logic to everything else that is not to your taste.

Warnings and tags on each fic. Read at your discretion. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume.

Javier Peña - Part 2

GIF by spookycora

Series - cont.

Love, Javier  @itsjustsemantics Married Javier Peña Masterlist  @lokischocolatefountain Mi Cielo  @venusandromedadjarin Mi Luz  @pedrostylez Monday Morning  @joels-darlin More Than Just Friends  @darkroastjoel Not Qualified For This  @blueeyesatnight Nowhere To Run  @mvrdvckmvtthew @metalnecklace Nowhere To Run  @undercoverpena-fics Paperwork  @blueeyesatnight Paranoid Heart  @goodwithcheese Perfectly Intoxicating  @gracieispunk Ring  @notjustjavierpena-fics Running Like Water  @freshlyrage Salvatore  @devilmademewriteit Saturdays With Javier  @wildemaven Scathed Series  @dancingtotuyo Scenes From A Marriage  @pennyserenade Secret Smile  @thelightsandtheroses-fics She's Got The Tickets  @vanemando15 Somewhere To Start  @chloeangelic There Was Heavens In Your Eyes  @metalnecklace When Javi Met  @jedifarmer Worth The Wait  @kteague You Are My Best Friend  @autumnleaves1991-blog

One Shots

A Whole New Man  @jawabear Again  @javierpena-inatacvest Arde Tu Piel  @fhatbhabie Arepas  @undercoverpena-fics Back to December  @nonexistent-introvert Comatose  @absurdthirst Coming Home  @undercoverpena-fics Cookies & Whiskey  @jake-g-lockley Dance With Me?  @beecastle Every Inch  @javierpena-inatacvest Family Recipe  @beecastle I Can See You  @proxima-writes I Got You  @yeollie-plz I'd Love To See Me From Your POV  @tightjeansjavi Just Keep Breathing  @swiftispunk Let Me Be Your Anchor  @beecastle Meant to Be  @wildemaven Mi Cielo  @pedrostylez Missed You  @pedrostylez Over & Done With  @loquaciousferret Phone Sex… Amrite?  @tightjeansjavi Picture Perfect  @absurdthirst Pool Sex With Javi P  @tightjeansjavi Rendezvous  @frannyzooey Say No To Me  @lokischocolatefountain Stubborn When It Comes To This  @metalnecklace Sunburn  @metalnecklace Sweet Dreams  @javiscigarette Swipe His Nose Like A Credit Card  @tightjeansjavi Take Me Where Your Heart Is  @pennyserenade Tanlines  @metalnecklace The Third Date  @lowlights Tie Me Up Like I'm Surprised  @tightjeansjavi You Are My Home  @javierpena-inatacvest You'll Always Have Me  @eideticallys

Link to Masterlist

#narcos #agent peña #narcos fanfiction #current wip #support wips #pedro pascal #javier peña oneshot #javier peña fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena smut #javier pena angst #javier pena fanfic #javier pena fic #javier pena narcos #javierpena #javier peña narcos #javier peña #javi peña #javier peña rail me back to my factory settings please #javier peña supremacy